WARNING: This chapter is rated EC for Extremely Cheesy. If you're lactose intolerant I suggest you probably skip this chapter. Otherwise you've been fairly warned. ENJOY!


Chapter 25 "First Day of My Life"-Bright Eyes

"Mmmmm I love kissing you…" Ashley moaned from underneath Spencer's lips. They were on Ashley's couch and had been making out like a couple of sixteen year olds for the past two hours. Spencer was seamlessly nestled between Ashley's legs, like a human Lego™ sweetly nipping, sucking and grazing the future pop star's lips. "You're like the best kisser in the world." Spencer smiled between Ashley's lips. Ashley was so cute when she was in love. She though everything Spencer did was amazing and perfect.

Spencer was only technically supposed to come over for dinner but dessert was far too tempting. She loved dessert. Especially since dessert came in the form of her super sexy besty who only seemed to get more beautiful as the days passed. So what if she had a paper due in the morning? If professor Conrad saw Ashley he'd surely understand.

"Yeah?" Spencer teased. "You're not so bad yourself." Liar. Spencer thought Ashley was the best kisser in the history of the universe, hands down. She even thought the brunette could win Olympic kissing competitions and probably bring home more medals than that Phelps kid. Although, she was glad it wasn't really a sport. She didn't want to have to share her delicious partner with anyone. Especially since Ashley fabulously tasted like chocolate and strawberries; it was absolutely astonishing how hot AND tasty she really was. Spencer would be lying if she said she didn't think about strawberry-chocolate kisses all day, just counting down the minutes before her class ended so she could be back in her Ashley burrow, tasting those lips again.

"I don't think I can ever get tired of kissing you" Ashley whispered as she slipped her hand underneath Spencer's tank top, asphyxiating her brain with another kiss. She started drawing small circles on the small of the blonde's back. Spencer delightedly quivered under her touch. She loved when the brunette touched her there. She pretty much loved when the brunette touched her anywhere; it almost always had the same effect.

"Are you sure…?"-The blonde quirked and eyebrow- "Because that's what you said about those rollerblades and then you ended up giving them to Goodwill like a week later."

"True, but you're way more fun to kiss than those stupid death traps on wheels… plus I don't think Goodwill has a bin for discount blonde geniuses… So I guess I have to keep you…" Ashley smirked self-satisfied.

"… And what about those gravity boots last year and that pink pogo stick and-" Ashley pressed her lips on the skeptical blonde, stopping any other doubtful comments from emerging. She slipped her tongue in just to make sure she vanquished any reservations that remained. Ashley was very persuasive when she needed to be.

"Oh" Spencer sighed satisfied. Mission accomplished.

"Just like how I'll never get tired of listening to 'Breathe Me'… or watching the way Gwen Stefani always does push ups during 'Just a Girl', or loving how gorgeous you look in my bed in the mornings… I'll NEVER get tired of kissing you." Ashley admitted sincerely, she was not ashamed to reveal her true feelings to the blonde. She recently found that although it could be painful, the payoff was vastly worth it.

"Awww Little Monster…When'd you get to be so sweet?" Spencer cooed before leaning in and rewarding the smitten brunette with more sugar for her sweetness.

"…Hmm it was probably when I realized I loved you… or when I lost my mind… I forget."

"And when was that?" Spencer's curiosity was suddenly peaked. She even forgot how totally turned on she was. Well not really.

"When did I lose my mind? …Probably the day I realized I loved you…" Ashley continued kidding, knowing she was torturing the inquisitive blonde.

"O-kaaay and when was that?" Spencer was trying to be as patient as she could, but the blonde had no time to be patient.

"The day I lost my mind silly." And Ashley was really pressing her buttons.

"Ash!" Spencer whined, she was really curious and the sexy brunette wasn't cooperating. "Seriously… when did you… know?"

"That I loved you?" Spencer nodded sheepishly. "I don't know…"-She wasn't buying it and Ashley could tell-"I mean, I've always loved you… Since like the first day probably… I felt this instant attraction to you… but not like creepy or anything… I just always wanted to be around you and I don't know… protect you or something." Ashley cringed, she was hoping she didn't sound like a person who drove a cab and had a mustache.

"But not in a creepy way…" Spencer teased.

"Phsshhh! If you think THAT'S creepy… I won't even tell you about the nine foot shrine I had hand crafted by Tibetan monks in your honor…"

"I don't think any of that is creepy…" Spencer grinned.

"That's because you love me, otherwise you WOULD find it creepy." Ashley said matter of fact.

"Yes, I DO love you. And you love me. Now tell me when you knew." Spencer was assertive when she wanted answers. Ashley thought it was hot, although Ashley got turned on when Spencer yawned, so her opinion was obviously biased.

"I don't know… It wasn't like overnight or anything… I mean I didn't wake up one morning and say, 'Hey! I think I want to lez out with my BFF and jump Spencer's bones today'… It took a while to figure out that what I was feeling wasn't just… what did you call it? … Oh yeah, 'friendship feelings of loooove'…" Ashley gagged as she mocked Spencer. The blonde dismissed it and continued her line of questioning.

"Yeah I know, but there had to be like one defining moment when you said… 'Crap! I'm IN LOVE with my SUPER AWESOME best friend'…"-she self-indulgently accentuated the super awesome best friend part-"…you know, when you finally admitted it to yourself…"

"Why… do you have one?" Ashley now the curious one.

"…Of course." Duh Davies.

"Well, when was it?"

"Yeah right!"-Spencer poked Ashley's muscular belly-"I asked you first!" Ashley conceded; she was such a sucker for Spencer's belly pokes.

"Fine! …Uhm ok… don't laugh but… So once I kind of got over the stage where I would sometimes think of YOU when I kissed Aiden…"

"Wait you did that too?" Spencer interrupted.

"Yeah… Wait you kissed Aiden?" Ashley joked.

"No dweeb. I would sometimes think about YOU too when I kissed Patrick… I just kept telling myself it was because I had just seen you or something… "

Ashley laughed. "I told myself it was a phase and I was just curious to see if I was doing it right… talk about stretching it…" Both girls giggled at their eerily similar experiences. "…Anyway after the' wanting to kiss you' stage, for research purposes of course, and the 'wanting to hug you naked' phase, ALSO for research purposes, and the' wanting to viciously hurt Patrick when he hugged you too tight or kissed you too gross…"

"Awww my romantic little sap." The brunette's blatant honesty endeared Spencer.

"Ugh! …"-Ashley cringed-"You don't even know how badly I wanted to slash his tires when I walked in on you two making out on the couch that one time."-Ashley shuddered at the repulsive memory-"Gross. I hated him and I didn't even know why… I was such a dumb teen."

"No you weren't, you were just scared. I get it… Plus if it makes you feel better, I was totally thinking about you then too." Spencer smiled timidly but Ashley grinned like she won a Grammy or an expense paid trip to Spencer's heart. Both of which had or would happen in the near future.

"Good…"-she pulled the girl in by her collar and kissed her lips. She just had to have them. She'd spent enough time thinking about how they would taste and feeling jealous of Patrick for having them, that she was rightfully exercising her right to her total access. Splurging in her new favorite pass time. She really did love kissing Spencer.-"…Wait what was I saying?" Ashley's brain was mushy after that kiss.

"Umm I believe you were in the middle of confessing what the pivotal moment that made you realize you were in love with ME was" Spencer beamed.

"Right… So anyway after a couple of years of repressing those feelings, they literally came crashing down one day. It wasn't even like a special day or anything, well not for anyone else… I just happened to come by your dorm to drop off some cookies or something ridiculously thoughtful… god I'm so whipped…"

"Ash you're not whipped. You just like to do things for me that are sweet and make my life even more convenient." Spencer winked, like if her explanation didn't mean whipped either.

"Anyway…"Ashley playfully rolled her eyes, she didn't actually mind being whipped, if Spencer was the one doing the whipping. "I caught you dancing or hopping, who knows what you were doing, to the beat of some awful Britney song… Your moves were terrible, they still are, but you were in your underwear and I thought it was absolutely the hottest thing I'd ever seen…"

"Oh my god!" Spencer blushed fiercely.

"You were so cute and all I wanted to do was kiss you and rip off your clothes and do you on the table. And that's when I realized, 'Crap! I'm IN LOVE with my SUPER AWESOME best friend, who looks so fucking hot dancing like a peg legged pirate."

"Awwww… That's why you dropped your cookies? Because you realized you loved me?"

"Yup. Guess I'm a sucker for rhythmically challenged blondes from Ohio…"

"You know you should've just kissed me then… It would've saved us a lot of trouble…"

"Yeah right and risk you kicking me with your peg leg, no way! … Plus I'm glad it happened this way, otherwise we would never realize how special this really is. "

"…Awww Ash. When'd you get so insightful …and patient?" Spencer, if possible, loving the brunette even more at that moment.

"The day I saw you practice for the Special 'Dance' Olympics… How the hell were you a cheerleader?"

"Nepotism… my brother was a basketball star…" Spencer was kidding of course. Cheerleading was like math to her, following pre-designed patterns didn't require that much rhythm. Plus she was hot, so that practically guaranteed her a spot on the squad.

"I see… Ok your turn."

"Ok…Well mine is easy…" Spencer leaned in and kissed Ashley before sitting up and straddling the brunette. She began to undo the button of the brunette's jeans and unzipping her zipper.

"Hey cheater." Ashley protested lamely. She really didn't mind.

"Relax you big baby…" The blonde lowered the brunette's already super low jeans and slightly grazed her fingers over Ashley's fading appendix scar. It was hardly visible, especially since it was inked over with a heart tattoo, similar to Spencer's smaller one. (The blonde's was a tad lower, she needed to hide it from Paula. That intervention would've come a lot sooner if she found out the girls had somewhat matching tattoos.) "Remember when you got this?" She traced the small scar right above her hipbone with her long delicate fingers, making the brunette squirm with pleasure.

"Uh huh…"-Ashley moaned beneath her touch- "I kept telling you I was deformed and that no one was going to ever want to see me naked again, so I had to get plastic surgery or radiation or whatever…"

"You are such a drama queen." Spencer playfully rolled her eyes.

"So! ...I convinced you to come with me and get a tattoo to cover it up didn't I…"-She smirked- "I did a lot of convincing that day…"

"Sure you did." Spencer mocked the smug princess.

"I convinced YOU that BEST FRIENDS always got tattoos together, because we couldn't comfort each other until we both felt the same pain…"

"Oh my god, you said that, didn't you?!"

"I'm like the best B.S.-er ever… and you were so gullible."

"Ok first of all; I was talking about your scar NOT the tattoo, and second of all; don't think you ever fooled me with your B.S… I had my reasons."

"Yeah?" Ashley raised her left brow.

"Yeah..."-Spencer countered-"That day, when you collapsed on my bed because of the pain, I had no idea what was going on with you. I thought you were dead."

"Spencer, you did NOT think I was dead!?" Ashley squealed disbelieving.

"Hell yeah. You were so pale and I could've sworn you weren't breathing. I panicked…"

"Aww Little Bear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…" Ashley felt guilty, even though it really wasn't her fault.

"Yeah, jerk."-Spencer pouted-"You better never do that again! I was so scared…"-She lightly slapped the tattoo covered scar and of course Ashley kissed the saddened blonde. She sincerely apologized for her fainting spell. Ashley was so whipped. "I'd never been so scared in all of my life. I couldn't stop crying. I just kept thinking of all the stuff you'd never get to do. All the stuff I'd never get to do with you… How you'd never sing to me again … How you would never be able to tell me that I should dress sluttier, or how we would never grow old together and …how I'd never get to kiss you…"-Spencer bit her lower lip timidly, this unfiltered frankness was really overwhelming-"And that's when I knew, when I thought I'd lost you… SO when you INSITED that I get a 'pain sharing' tattoo, I had already decided that I loved you; that my heart would always belong to you, so there was nothing wrong with putting it in 'writing'… Even if I'd always be too chicken to act on it, because I obviously couldn't stand to lose you."

"Oh wow Spence…" Ashley was completely stunned. She'd never know it had been that long for the blonde. She couldn't believe it, especially since Spencer would've never led on otherwise.

"Yeah." Spencer leaned in and kissed the scar: the memento of her life changing epiphany. The permanent reminder of her moment, the day she thought she lost the brunette and realized she loved her; a day she'd never forget (even if it was years later until she finally came to terms with it.)

"You knew before me?"

"Guess so."

"Wow. Hey don't feel bad or anything… I'm a tough shell to crack… you're lucky you're so hot… otherwise I'd still be in the 'hugging stage' with you…" Ashley said flippantly trying to lighten the suddenly dark the mood. It had gotten a little intense for a minute, but Ashley was very good at making the blonde smile; it was another gift of hers.

"You're special." Spencer teased, appreciating the break. She was kind of dismayed by the memory, but not completely, Ashley was after all lying beneath her. They could've been talking about puppy mills and even then she wouldn't have been completely distraught.

"Yes. But you love me, handicapped and all..." Spencer smirked and poked Ashley's flat belly. The brunette grabbed the blonde's waist, pulled her in and flipped her over, so that now she was on top. "…But mostly you love me when I'm on top." Ashley leaned down and captured the blonde's irresistible lips. She caressed those soft cherry lips with her own. She teased them with her tongue and slightly nibbled them with her teeth. The blonde underneath gave in; a wanting whimper escaped her lips and the brunette was victorious in whatever game she was playing. "So does this mean I can take your lips with me to Europe?" Spencer's heart broke instantly at the mention of the forthcoming trip. She'd been in serious denial about Ashley leaving that entire week, rejecting the thought completely. Denial was the key to Spencer's success. She couldn't bear to wallow in the thought of Ashley leaving so soon. Spencer was trying really hard to be brave, for the brunette's sake, so she ignored it until she had to face it. It was a very a good idea on paper, but Ashley had many affairs to settle before moving away so the subject was constantly in Spencer's face (unintentionally of course or when Ashley wanted to be cute.) "Ok fine, just the bottom one and I promise to take very good care of it" It wasn't like Ashley wasn't equally distraught about her leaving, she just chose not to cry over it while Spencer was around. She wanted the few moments she had with her dream girl to be euphoric and tears were definitely not conducive to euphoria.

"So Friday night at the Abbey for your party?" Spencer wasn't giving up on the denial method just yet though.

"Are you sure you want to go to the Abbey? I mean I know I kind of own it, but we don't have to go there if you don't want… we can go to TruckStop next door? Or like a straight club if you want" Ashley cringed. She'd become such a straight club hater once she discovered the miracles of West Hollywood that she hardly ever graced the clubs anywhere else. She was willing to go but ONLY for Spencer. She'd go anywhere as long as the blonde was there. Hell she even agreed to join the Carlin's for one session of family therapy on Thursday. It was a scary situation but she'd do anything the blonde asked for, she was raking up as many brownie points before she left. She assumed long distance brownie points were harder to come by.

"Are you kidding?! I love the Abbey… It's so much fun, plus where else can I see a throng of gorgeous men dance to the precise choreography of Beyonce's 'Single Ladies'?"

"Probably ANY gay club West of Los Angeles…" It was true; the boys loved Beyonce.

"Still I like the Abbey, plus the waitresses there are really nice too" Spencer winked.

"Ha. Ha. That reminds me, Lily and Sandy are going to be there, are you going to be okay with that?"

"Yeah, all of your exes under one roof, now dating each other should be a ball of fun."

"It sounds like sarcasm, it smells like sarcasm, by god I think S. Carlin is being sarcastic…" Ashley gasped pretending to be incredulous at Spencer's jokes.

"Wow and A. Davies is a real comic!"

"Yup that's me, your one stop shop for all your comedic, fashion and sexual needs… No need to go anywhere else…" Ashley was really digging to make her point and Spencer got definitely got it.

"Good to know" Spencer leaned up and kissed the loyal brunette. Engaging her once again. It was Ashley's turn to get nestled into her cubby between Spencer's legs. They fell into another lengthy make-out session, both extremely ecstatic to be free of the reservations that plagued them when they were teens. Although neither wanting to have had it any other way.