Chapter 23 "You're So Foxy" No Doubt

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I Lost my mind and I just got a new one FedEx'd this morning.

So with that said…Enjoy this chapter :)


Previously on The Sweetest Thing…

"…You know, Pat Benatar warned me about you… 'Heartbreaker!'" Ashley said seriously.

"…Yeah well… Pat Benatar said 'Love is a Battlefield'…. So, deal with it…." Spencer deadpanned knowing how to counter her friend's musical references.

"Yeah and she said 'We Belong Together'… what do you think about that?"

"I think Pat Benatar needs to make up her fucking mind." They both can't help but laugh at the turn their conversation took. "This is stupid!" Spencer concluded.

"I KNOW! ….Pat Benatar IS a genius" Ashley defended.

"Aaaaash…" The blonde protested.

"Speeence..." The brunette mocked.

Spencer walked over to where Ashley was standing and took hold of her hand. This time Ashley didn't flinch or retreat. This time she didn't move.

"It's true though… Pat Benatar is a genius, because… we DO belong together…I love you."


Spencer looked at Ashley with such sincerity and authenticity that even her blue eyes sparkled with love, her touch lingered with want and her body pulsed with desire.

Ashley let Spencer's eyes persuade her for just a split second, those gorgeous eyes that would bring the premature death of her. She let the feel of Spencer's conviction engross her. She allowed herself to wallow in the unbearable sexual tension. For a split second, Ashley was ready to take Spencer in her arms and act on all of her desires. Her fantasies. Her dreams.

"You love me… but only like a friend, right?" But of course it was only for a split second.

All of Ashley's smug self-assurance had recently been bitched slapped out of her (metaphorically of course, Sandy was the only one that received ACTUAL bitch slapping.) It was going to take a lot more than a couple of love confessions and a few revealing photographs to get her to open up again. It was going to take …a miracle.

"...Like a friend I want to kiss" Spencer coyly bit her bottom lip.

"...Oh…" Or maybe not.

Ashley couldn't suppress the grin that covered her face when she heard those words. She tried really hard though, but it was hard because Spencer was being all dominant and confident which Ashley found absolutely arousing.

Spencer was poised and more confident than ever. She was FINALLY sure about everything; her feelings, Ashley's feelings, hell she was even sure about her family's, no, make that the universe's feelings about HER feelings, and she knew what she had to do. She had to be brave, she had to be assertive and she had to be very, VERY persuasive.

"What… so you like disgusting things now?" Which was going to be tough since the petite brunette could really hold a huge grudge.

"What?"

"…Well I guess that explains Patrick." Ashley rolled her eyes.

"Ashley you're kidding right?" Spencer's blue eyes searched Ashley's brown for even the slightest hint of sincerity. She actually found hurt in those big brown eyes. She actually found rejection and insecurity swimming in the usually overconfident brunette's core. "… You know you misunderstood right? … You know that's not what I said? …"

Ashley shrugged indifferently.

"Ashley! Look at you for Christ's Sake!" Spencer yelped in disbelief. Did she really have to explain the hotness of Ashley to Ashley? If anyone was aware of that fact it was Ashley. Spencer couldn't comprehend that she had affected her best friend so much that she would actually doubt her own good looks. That she could actually make THE Ashley Davies: queen of the vain, insecure. Taking a step closer, tightening her grip on the brunette's hand, she tactfully changed her tone of voice from incredulous to genuine. "…You're beautiful…" Ashley tried to hide the warm tingly smile on her face but Spencer could see it. She could see that she was winning and she liked it. She took another step unbearably closer. "… And sexy…" Spencer tugged on the waistband of Ashley's short-short shorts. They both smiled and she boldly began to caress the brunette's brow once again. "…and you have perfect eyebrows…" Ashley smirked.

"…You think I'm beautiful?" Spencer smiled and nodded. She could practically smell the victory. She was ready to stand on the podium and collect her winnings. Collect her Ashley shaped prize.

"…Ash you do A LOT of things to me…" Spencer hummed lustfully. She trailed her index finger down to Ashley's exposed hip letting it leisurely trace the lines of her tattoo, making the brunette swallow hard. "… And repulse is definitely not one of them…" The way she said those last words, the way they were dripping with sexy overtones and insinuated naked desires made the brunette lose her mind. And Spencer knew it. She knew what she was doing. She knew how to charm her best friend and drive her insane. She knew how to win.

Ashley on the other hand didn't know a thing. Ashley didn't know what the hell was happening to her. She had no idea her body could react that way. It was confusing her how her mouth was dry but her palms were sweaty. How her heart was pounding but she wasn't moving. How her stomach was flipping and her fingers were twitching. How her brain was seeing Spencer doing all those 'things' yet her eyes were staring at a fully clothed beauty. A FULLY clothed Spencer wearing a …trench coat?

"…I mean look at this…" Spencer finally acknowledged her peculiar get up.

"What?" Ashley's wandering mind was brought out of its pleasant daze. "… Oh…" She hazily managed to compose herself. She was after all still mad, sort of. "…Oh… good… I'm glad you brought up your hideous outfit because that's what I REALLY want to talk about…" The sarcasm was off the charts on this one. "…I didn't want to say anything but…" Ashley cringed at the blonde's choice in outerwear. "I mean you always look great… but that coat… it's so… BIG…"

"It's not hideous! It's just… Forget it. This is your fault."

"Ppshhh what-ever! You can't blame me."­-She scoffed-"... You KNOW I don't own any coats… I haven't worn a jacket since 2001…"

"I know. Don't you ever get cold?" Spencer asked suddenly curious.

"Not really, my body runs at an unusually high temperature…"

"It's because you're so hot…" Spencer was getting really good at this.

"Yup…" There it was, the Davies confidence peaking its conceited head back out. "Hey cheater! Stop changing the subject... Why the hell are you wearing a trench coat? It's like 100 degrees out…"-overdramatic gasp- "Are you running from the law?"

"No."

"Well…?"

"…I was trying to seduce you..." Spencer said innocuously. She'd been depressed, anxious and absolutely bored those six days without the brunette. So she read, a lot. In fact if you asked Spencer she'd say Cosmo made her do it.

"Oh…" Wait. Did she say seduce? "Ooh…" Taking in the suspicious outfit more cautiously now. "Oooooh! Please tell me you're naked under there…" Wide-eyed Ashley gushed uncontrollably. It was like Christmas all over again. She couldn't wait to unwrap her gift.

"Well, No ... I guess that probably would've been more effective…" Spencer mused loudly. Cosmo was so wrong.

"…Are you wearing like a gold bikini or something under there?"

"No."

"Lingerie?"

"No." Stupid Cosmo. You don't know anything.

"Are you sure you're not naked?"

"Yes. "

"Ok… Well, I'm lost. I'm not sure how else you're trying to seduce me…" Ashley was befuddled; she'd gone through all of her moves on 'The Ashley Davies' seduction checklist (it was a surprisingly short list.) She had no idea what Spencer was doing or what checklist she was using.

"I'll show you IF …you forgive me…" Spencer bargained. Ashley was suspicious now; this could've easily been a meticulously crafted plan in order to get her to forgive the beautiful yet brilliantly evil blonde. She wasn't going to cave in that easily. She wasn't THAT foolish.

"… Just because you show up at my house and tell me I'm beautiful doesn't mean I'm just going to forgive you? … You're not even naked or anything."

"I also told you I loved you… and that you had perfect eyebrows." Spencer added cutely with a pout. Ashley could easily fall for that pout; it was one of her weaknesses.

"Right. And you're sure this isn't 'friendship' love? Because it's obviously not naked love since… well you're not naked…"

"Do you want me to be naked?" Spencer said in her best seductress voice.

"…" Breathe. "…" Close mouth. "…" Swallow.

Naked love: another one of Ashley's weaknesses

Spencer conceded and took the brunette's silence as her cue to start untying the belt of her trench coat. "Little monster…" Ashley grinned at the pet name but mostly at the fact that Spencer was gradually unfastening her coat one button at a time. Excruciatingly slow. Purposely tormenting the brunette. Teasing and pulling at her very fragile heartstrings "…You KNOW I love you…" Ashley's chest fluttered and her stomach did cartwheels as Spencer finally finished unfastening her buttons. The anticipation was making Ashley anxious. She was really hoping Spencer was lying and was actually naked under there. A girl could dream. "…You KNOW I need you…" Spencer stripped off the large coat revealing what was underneath. Ashley's heart was beating faster than ever. Her mouth was like the Sahara and her knees were officially useless. "…And I'll ALWAYS want you…" She took the jacket off and threw it behind her, along with Ashley's composure. "… and NOT just like a friend…" That was it. That's all it took. Ashley forgot how to breathe. Again. She was frozen. Pale. Only the sound of Ashley's heart trying to pound its way out of her chest was her response. The sound of the blood rushing from her head to her southern-most region was her answer.

Excited couldn't even begin to describe what she felt. Really nervous: maybe, speechless: of course, in love: DEFINITELY.

"What too anti-climactic?" Spencer smirked knowing she had officially won.

"…No!... No. No… There's… There's definitely climaxing here." Ashley nervously managed. She had to make sure Spencer knew she had done good, that she had won.

"Oh… So you DO like it?" Spencer grinned mischievously.

"Uh huh… WOW." Ashley was literally drooling at the sight before her.

"Oh good. So do… "

"I forgive you." Ashley finished quickly, interrupting Spencer before she even asked.

"Great… Soooo…"-she bit her lip- "… can I kiss you now?" Spencer asked timidly.

Ashley turned kind of blue. She couldn't even nod, but Spencer took the euphoric sparkle in her big brown eyes as a yes. She closed the small eternal space between them and as she held Ashley's soft adorable face between her hands she smiled in delight. She ran her left thumb over the brunette's lip. She let her thumb linger until the anticipation became too overwhelming, until she couldn't stand NOT to kiss her. It didn't take long. Spencer closed her eyes; leaned in and pressed her tender lips on Ashley's plump ones. It was nice. It was sweet. It was amazing. It was everything Ashley remembered Spencer's kisses to be. It was just as heart stopping as the first time. It was just as breathtaking as Spencer knew it would be.

"Wow… Uhm… wow…" Stutter much there Davies?

"What? Bad?" Spencer asked innocently, although she was far from it.

"No, no… no. Definitely GOOD. It's just… wow… and you're definitely embracing …"-gulp-"that." Pointing at Spencer's midriff bearing King High Cobra Cheerleading uniform. The same uniform that made Ashley a nervous wreck in high school. The cheerleading uniform that compelled junior Ashley to attend basketball games and induced hours of thoughtful contemplation. The same uniform that inspired lots of unrecorded songs and late night drunken phone calls. The same King High Cobra Cheerleading uniform that had the same effect NOW as it did back then.

"Uh huh… Be aggressive right? … I told you-you did things to me." Saucy Spencer purred into Ashley's lips before capturing them with her own. Before engulfing them with soft lips and a piercing tongue. Before indulging in her new favorite addiction.

This time though, Ashley stopped the cheeky blonde. She stopped her before she fell for those lips again. Before she became captivated by her taste. Before she got too 'involved.'

"Wait."

"What the hell?" Spencer was reasonably frustrated.

"Are you drunk?"

"…Ash I drove here…"

"How did you drive your vespa® wearing that?" She was curious.

"It was hard."

"Oh…" Spencer looked at Ashley to make sure she was done with questions. She was. Spencer leaned in once again to bestow Ashley with yearning lips. "No wait… Did we lock the door?"

"Yes!" Spencer would've strangled her if she didn't need her so much.

"Did you turn off your phone?"

"What?"

"Your phone, turn it off."

"It's off!"

"Good… Are you ok? Are you tired? Do you feel sleepy? … Are you sure you didn't drink?"

"Jesus Christ Ashley! Do you NOT want to do this?" Maybe she would strangle her.

"Yes. Yes! God Yes! …I just want to make sure that you're sure and that… we don't have any interruptions…" Ashley's look was a bit heart breaking. Spencer could see her own frustration mirrored in the brunette's eyes so she changed her tone.

"Yes I'm sure. I've never been so sure about anything in my life… Like I'm sure everyone knows I'm here and I warned them if they called or came over I would KILL them."

"Oh... Niiiiice!" Ashley smiled widely at the very thorough blonde.

"You weren't the only one suffering." Spencer admitted. "…So, will you please shut up, take off your shirt and kiss me?" Ashley's eyes bugged out when she heard that request. "It doesn't have to be in that particular order…" Spencer smirked.

"…Oh my god... I think my seventeen-year-old self just died and went to heaven."

"Oh yeah… and what about your twenty two year old self?"

"My twenty two year old self is telling my seventeen year old self to act cool and move over."

"I always thought you were very cool." Spencer leaned in and gave Ashley a slight peck on her nose. Ashley WAS in heaven.

"Thank you." Ashley said genuinely.

"For what?"

"For being so amazing. For being you." Spencer gave Ashley one of her cute Spencer smiles, head tilt and everything. "For being brave… and soooo hot!"

"That's what friends are for…"

"…Best friends." Ashley said earnestly before she pulled Spencer into her and wrapped her arms around the courageously aggressive cheerleader's waist. Ashley eyes raked over Spencer's features, enjoying her beauty from that angle, from so close, from the V.I.P section reserved just for her. Knowing she was privileged, thankful for being so damn lucky. Excited about every future moment like this one, needing her in so many ways. Needing her like never before.

Once again their lips met with curiosity, each pair more nervous than the other. Gradually getting to know each other. Testing their compatibility. Readjusting to their new roles, replacing cheeks and noses with tongues and lips. Replacing longing sighs with wanting gasps. It didn't take long before they were acquainted. Very acquainted. Before they too were best friends. Before they needed to venture off and explore other parts of each other's body. Before they needed more.

Without breaking their contact Ashley led Spencer into her bedroom; lips never separating, hands always touching, breaths perfectly in sync.

They managed to make it into the bedroom without injury, until Spencer slammed Ashley against the wall. She was possessed. She needed more. She needed to be as close to her as possible. She needed all of her. Her hands were tugging and pulling, slyly slipping under Ashley's teeny tiny shirt, massaging the skin underneath, driving the brunette mad with fervor.

Ashley responded. She reciprocated the craving, her carnal desire. She crashed Spencer against the dresser, that same seductive dresser from before. Sliding her hands underneath the short green and yellow mini. Caressing the soft supple curved cheeks underneath, her body growing hotter by the minute. With every touch, every moan, every gasp; Spencer lost her mind. It was like déjà vu, but not really. This time they were both sober. This time there was no turning back. This time wasn't like last time.

Spencer thrust Ashley on the bed and pulled the brunette's 'hardly a' shirt over her head. She was instantly topless underneath (no need for fussy bras and clasps, although Spencer had been practicing.) The blonde couldn't help but smile at her victory. She was finally collecting her prize: a perfectly shaped form exuding beauty from every perfect nook of her stunning body. She was flawless. She was a dream come true. This WAS her dream.

Cheerleader Spencer straddled the brunette and kissed her. Kissed her lips, her neck, her jaw, she pushed her down on the bed and kissed her all over. Leaving Spencer prints all over her figure, leaving her permanent mark on the blemished physique. She kissed her like she'd never kissed anyone before, like she never wanted to kiss anyone before. She kissed her with her lips, with her tongue, with her body.

Soon clothes were discarded. Cheerleading uniforms were hanging from guitar necks. Short-short shorts were flying over lampshades. There was more kissing and licking and rubbing and touching. There was hair tugging, back scratching, and head shoving. Loud moaning came from every corner of that bed. There was everything an exceptional night of lovemaking would need: love, passion, desire, experience and orgasms. Life changing, earth-shattering, mind blowing, phenomenal, orgasms.

"Oh my god!"-Huffing and panting-"…that was… oh wow… that was…" falling from an orgasmic stupor into a satisfied daze. "…What was that?"

"Was it good or bad?" Ashley was still concerned about living up to her mythical lovemaking skills.

"Good. Good. VERY good." Spencer turned to give Ashley a reassuring kiss on the lips before falling back into her cloud.

"Oh! Then I'm pretty sure that was an orgasm" Ashley beamed in relief and triumph.

"Wow…" -taking a deep breath enjoying her relaxed state- "…is it always like that…?" Spencer was confused; she thought she might have had one once before. (Guess not.)

"Yeah… but I'm pretty sure only with me" Ashley winked and Spencer couldn't help but kiss her again.

"…Well then I'm lucky aren't I?" Ashley's heart was so full of love it was ready to burst; Spencer needed to stop being cute for at least five minutes.

"Nah. I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one…"-remembering 10 minutes before-" ...and where did you learn how to do that? Have you been practicing without me?" Ashley fake pouted.

"No… I read it in a book"

"Spencer! …Only YOU would do homework before sex…" Ashley smiled at the magnificent creature next to her. Her heart officially burst. It was ok though; it felt nice, it was warm and gooey.

"What?" Spencer was puzzled. Why wouldn't you read a book?

"Nothing. I love you."

"Good." Spencer teased.

"Good." Ashley smiled contently.

They embraced each other, like they always wanted, naked, sweaty and intimately. Every curve of her body fitting perfectly in the groove of hers, like two broken puzzle pieces, like one whole. A flawless fit.


"He. He."

"Oh my god. Is Ashley Davies giggling?"

"No… He. He."

"Oh my god! You're such a dork."

"Your eyelashes are tickling my neck." Spencer smiled into Ashley's neck. "How freaking long are your lashes that they are tickling my neck?"

"I don't know but let's see what else they can tickle." Spencer purred like before. Ashley enthusiastically opened her eyes only to see a topless Aiden hovering over her body.

"What the fuck! Aiden! What are you doing here? What did you do to Spencer?"

"Ashley, Je t'aime"

"What's wrong with you? Get off me!" Ashley squealed.

"Aww Pourquoi?" Aiden whined, Ashley pushed the meathead off of her and jumped out of bed in search for Spencer. She was frantic. Where had this crazy blonde run off? Had she changed her mind? Again? She ran into the living room only to be in a room full of Carlin's and her closest friends.

"Bon jour!" They all said collectively.

"Musee du Louvre" Chelsea yelled out randomly with a finger in the air as if she discovered something.

"Champs-Elysees" Madison added.

"What the fuck!?" Ashley was freaking out, not to mention she was naked (although she didn't really mind that part.) "Why are you guys being all French? And where the hell is Spencer?!"

"Oh Cherie!" Paula nodded disapprovingly at Ashley.

"Speak. English! …Oh my god, what the hell am I on?" Ashley decided she had no time for this charade and ran out of her loft in search of Spencer. Thankfully she was wearing clothes now. On her frenzied hustle down the stairs she ran into her sister. "Kyla! Please tell me you haven't gone all Pepe Le Peu on me too?"

"You have to tell her."

"Tell who what?"

"You have to tell Spencer what you've done."

"What have I done?" Ashley began to shake Kyla. "What have I done?!" She yelled. Ashley was desperate for answers.

Kyla despite being shaken like a coin swallowing jukebox, calmly turned to Ashley and told her: "You know what you've done."

"FUCK!!!"


"Fuck!" Ashley yelled, sweaty and out of breath; she finally woke up from her psychedelic dream.

"Ash! Are you ok? What's wrong?" The nude blonde tried to calm the erratic brunette.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Ash it's ok. It was only a dream" Ashley turned to Spencer with an unbearable look of sadness in her eyes. She realized what she had done.

"I have to tell you something…"