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The first time Spencer woke up it was still dark out and she was groggy and sweaty. Spencer was tired of waking up groggy and sick of being tired. Paige was curled on her side with the sheets kicked down to her knees. She stood to turn up the A/C. On her way back to bed she went to the bathroom to take inventory of herself. Spencer was no longer a fan of the mirror. Her reflection reminded her of all the times that her cheeks had been thinner, her hair crazier, dark circles had replaced the puffiness around her eyes. Reflections felt like staring over the edge of a cliff.

She covered her eyes with her hands trying to quell her early morning anxiety, but it was cycling through her head. Emily's anger and disappointment and the conversation she would have to have with Paige today blended together. Spencer started to bounce on the balls of her feet. Moving helps. A run could do the trick, she considered, her body was so tired that she wouldn't feel a thing. She paced the bathroom a few times before leaving with resolve. Only after walking back into her bedroom did it break.

Paige was naked in her bed. The sheets were down at her waist and she was curled up, arms wrapped around herself, goosebumps on her skin from the newly cool air. It was 5:45 and Spencer turned off all their alarms. She crawled back onto the bed and pulled up the blanket. Paige shifted to put an arm around Spencer and tugged the girl flush to her body. Her brow furrowed, "cold," she whispered, still not awake. She put her warm hands and arms up into Spencer's shirt and pulled her close.


The second time Spencer woke up that morning, she felt an arm slide across her torso along with warmth and wetness next to her ear that made her squirm and smile.

"Good morning," Paige rasped, her hand making its way down Spencer's body to her thigh. Spencer bit her lip and squirmed making Paige put more weight on her to hold her still while she kissed down her neck. Spencer was delighted, especially because she knew that she was more awake and alert than Paige. She relaxed for a moment to gather her strength and bearings before hooking a leg into Paige's knees and tumbling them over so that Paige was on her back. She growled, grabbing Paige's wrists and pushing them to the bed while her mouth roamed.

The problem with Paige was that whenever the girl got excited, she'd want to push Spencer down and take her. Spencer, having lost mass since they'd gone head to head in the high school, couldn't do much to reverse the course. She could bite and scratch for control, but Page loved that and would just be more excited and damn it felt good, but Spencer also needed something else. So Spencer what she loved: she found a new obsession to assist her.

Ever since tying Paige up with rope the first night they'd had sex, Spencer learned increasingly complicated knots. Knots for comfort and total control and it made Spencer's mouth water just learning ways to hold Paige exactly how she wanted her.

Spencer's practice meant rope was ready, tucked between the mattress and the wall. She grabbed it quickly and methodically laid rope holding Paige's wrists together. She kicked her legs apart and settled herself between them. "Pull?" she asked.

Paige tugged and pulled hard against the rope. It was secure.

"Comfortable?" Spencer asked and Paige nodded. "Perfect," she whispered, delighted. Paige smiled at the girl, but Spencer fixed that by moving her hand down and slipping a finger easily into Paige. The girl's amusement was replaced by a groan.

"Still ready for me?" Spencer asked, her voice low. She felt Paige shiver under her and smiled. She pulled her finger out and teased it upward, flicking Paige's clit. She delighted in Paige's sharp movement at the contact. Spencer kissed her, starting with her jaw and moving down to her neck.

"Spencer," Paige whispered, tugging against the rope, body pushing towards her.

"Quiet." Spencer said, moving two fingers into Paige's mouth as she kissed down the girl's collarbone. Paige sucked on the fingers, hard and nodded. She knew that Spencer meant for her to be silent to struggle against the urge to call out, to let her body shudder and scream for her until Spencer said she could talk again.

"Good," Spencer whispered, making her way to her shoulder. She bit down, hard and even and Paige clenched her teeth, a noise escaping from the back of her throat. Her body stiffened and then relaxed into the pain and endorphins pulsing through her brain with every heartbeat. Spencer released and licked around the spot. Paige smiled, imagining the mark it would leave.

"I love having you like this," Spencer said, her raspy voice in the morning could make Paige wet in and of itself. "You, open and mine," she grabbed Paige's jaw and pushed her face to the side, claiming her earlobe and making Paige squirm again. "I am going to take you so hard," she said, slowly. Paige's hips moved up towards her and Spencer shoved them back down. "Not yet."

"God, Spencer," Paige moved her legs, trying to pull them together, pushing towards Spencer, trying to find friction.

"Shut up, Paige," Spencer said into her ear before biting hard again at the base of the girl's neck.

"Understood?" Spencer asked as she eased from the long bite. Paige nodded fast, holding her lip between her teeth. Spencer let her hip grind into Paige's core as a reward. Paige whimpered, craning her neck to watch as Spencer did it again. Spencer smirked, something occurring to her. She spread her legs into a straddle. "Do you know what you do to me?"

Paige looked into her eyes, waiting. Spencer lowered herself against Paige, she moved up and down, spreading her wetness. She watched as Paige's eyes widened and the girl bit her lip harder. Paige closed her eyes but Spencer quickly pinched one of her nipples between her fingers. "Watch."

Paige opened her eyes. Spencer rolled her nipple, before sitting up higher on Paige. She moved one hand next to Paige's head to hold herself up. "Don't move," she said, kissing the edge of Paige's mouth, "don't talk," she kissed her jaw, "just watch," Spencer slowly pushed the fingers of her other hand into herself. Seeing Paige's eyes widen, she moved faster, harder, talking to Paige the whole time.

Paige thought she was going to die. Spencer was straddling her, fucking herself, kissing her neck, whispering her name, telling her all these things she never in her life imagined she'd want so badly. How fucking Paige felt like winning and how winning turned her on. How good it would have been to fuck Paige hard on the locker room floor after every field hockey game. How she got wet just looking at Paige now. Paige had finally grabbed the bedpost after tugging herself raw against the rope. She was now holding on for her life as she struggled to stay still.

Spencer's mouth never wandered far, kissing and nipping Paige's neck and shoulders. Paige felt the girl jolt. "I'm coming, love," Spencer whispered, slumping over her. She started pumping faster and shallower, biting into the place where Paige's neck met her back. Right into a knot. It was a vivid and excruciating. Paige could no longer control her hips, she moved her legs frantically, untucking the sheets, kicking off blankets.

Spencer finally came. She laid her head down on the girl letting her body convulse with excess energy as she came down. Paige let out a shaky breath and kissed the top of her head. She felt Spencer's open mouth smile against her chest. "Ready?" Spencer mumbled, removing her fingers and moving them up Paige's body. Paige accepted them into her mouth, licking and sucking them with need. Spencer was already toying with her wetness. She pulled them out of Paige's mouth and quickly slipped them deep into Paige.

Paige moaned loudly. She couldn't help it.

"You can talk," Spencer said, pulling her fingers out and thrusting them back in. Paige yelled this time. Spencer's eyes darkened. She kept her pace slow, moving in and out of Paige, curling her fingers. Spencer moved to her nipples, sucking and biting them as she kept a steady, slow rhythm.

Spencer kept moving downward until she reached Paige's wetness. She gathered some on her tongue and began flicking her clit in pace. Spencer listened to Paige's yells, felt her movements and tested until she found exactly what she wanted.

She liked Paige shuddering and cursing and it turned out that a measured rhythm with her fingers along with light and fast work with her tongue yielded those results. She continued as Paige matched her pace with her hips. Soon she could feel Paige's walls pulse around her fingers. By the end "Fuck" and "Spencer" were the only words left in Paige's vocabulary.

Paige came hard. She could see colors burst between her eyes and eyelids. It took her longer than usual to come down, her body shaking with aftershocks of pleasure running from her heart to her toes. Spencer stayed inside her, kissing her sweetly and undoing the knots with her other hand.

As soon as she was released she gathered Spencer into a strong hug. "I don't care what else happens today, it is already the best day of my whole goddamn year," Paige whispered into Spencer's ear, maybe my life, she thought knowing she was holding Spencer really tight, but not ready to let go. Spencer laughed and relaxed fully into the embrace.


Hanna forced herself to wake up early that morning. She got to the Hastings house right at 9. Emily and Aria had come over last night to sleep over and discuss how Spencer had gone MIA. Emily was in a rage. She ranted to Aria and both girls agreed that this was the worst possible thing. Hanna had to see for herself.

She thought she was being fashionably late but, to her dismay, there was no one else there. She ended up texting Caleb for an hour before he finally came over. Hanna was glad that could stay friends after breaking up for college. He brought over chicken nuggets and herbal tea, the latter because he knew Hanna liked them to be 'more healthy.' They were having such a good time catching up that they didn't even notice the Spencer and Paige arrive.

"Oh look! My cue to leave," Caleb said when they both heard laughter from the backyard. Caleb had already taken a stance against Hanna's potential intervention.

Paige and Spencer were digging in the garden. They kept shoving each other and making jokes... was Spencer giggling?

Hanna was intrigued. "I guess so," she said as they both watched the two for a bit longer.

"Why doesn't Spencer being with Paige feel that weird?" Caleb asked, as they observed.

"I don't know, but I am going to find out," Hanna answered.


Spencer and Paige had gotten a late start after the morning's activities, but still managed to make it to Spencer's yard before 11. They fell into an easy routine, digging holes for saplings, making a list of items they'd need from the hardware store. Mr. and Mrs. Hastings had stocked the shed with all the plants they wanted for landscaping. They would plant today and then shop for everything they'd need to repair a rotted out section of the shed.

"Holy shit," Spencer said as they were digging.

Paige dropped her shovel, alert. She was sure there was a massive bug on her shoulder.

"Your wrists!"

Paige shook her hands and then looked back at Spencer, "What?"

"They're going to bruise. I thought I tied that knot right. I'm so sorry."

Paige looked down. Yeah, they were definitely going to bruise a little. But that was Paige's own doing, she'd kept pulling until it hurt just to give herself a distraction from the intensity that morning. Spencer was still apologizing while Paige was contemplated the bruises. She knew she should feel bad about them, but all she could feel was Spencer's. She took a breath before launching herself at the girl.

Spencer went down easily on her back into grass and some dug up dirt. Paige kissed her mouth and gave her pecks on her neck and cheek. "Wha-What?" Spencer laughed, confused.

"I like them," Paige whispered, playfully biting the girl's ear. Spencer felt herself smile so big that she was sure her cheeks would be sore. She was ready to pull Paige close, wanted her tongue in her mouth. Maybe she'd tell her...

"AHEM!" Both girls looked up to see a silhouette blocking the sun, tapping her foot, hands on her hips.

"Hanna!" Spencer said, quickly pushing Paige off and standing. Paige nearly growled as she dusted herself off and took her place standing next to Spencer.