So here it is, the 'reunion' a lot of you have been looking forward too. Yes, this is rated NC17 and I do hope I did it some justice. Reviews are love. Enjoy!
37.2 - The Kiss That Never Ended
Ashley's PoV
Her kisses were so gentle at first. Her lips barely had pressure in them as they pressed against mine, her body not making an effort to push me away. I leaned into her and wound my fingers in her long golden locks.
I've missed her so much.
The soft moan that escaped her sounded like heaven. I soon found myself against the counter and her mouth assaulting mine even deeper. Her velvety tongue slid so slowly with mine for the first time in over a decade. I felt my knees buckle beneath me but luckily, Spencer being the strong woman that she was, held me up with her arms and body. I breathed her name and clutched at her hips, pulling her tighter against me.
The kiss never ended there. It felt like it was just getting started.
My coat fell to my feet and I felt a warm pair of hands slide under the bottom of my shirt, her short nails raking against my skin.
"Spencer," I broke the heavy kiss and took in her swollen lips and rosy cheeks. She blinked slowly and licked her bottom lip before tucking it in between her teeth, staring at me. "Are you okay?"
I had to ask her because knowing us, things were about to get heated up quickly.
Spencer only nodded her head, trapping my body tighter against hers and the counter, her lips moving against my neck. "Are you?" She whispered huskily and drew an earlobe into her mouth, her warm tongue flicking before teeth tugged.
"Oh yes." I whimpered and cupped her face, bringing her lips back to mine.
Words weren't really needed at that point.
What was about to happen was inevitable. It was bound to happen because despite the mistakes I had made in the past, Spencer and I were meant to be. We were meant to be more than everything we ever were.
Hands eagerly tugged at the bottom of my navy blue sweater. I moaned as I felt her mouth moving along my collarbone, her tongue dipping in all the right curves of my neck. I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her against me as she nips and licks little by little.
Pulling back, Spencer ripped her own shirt off and then immediately fused her mouth to mine again, both of us moaning at the contact of our bare stomachs touching for the first time in years as well.
"Not here." I barely whispered, not wanting to break away from any physical contact. I didn't want to stop kissing her.
I couldn't stop kissing her.
"Where?" She whispered back, her breathing a lot heavier than before. Her lips were nuzzling behind my ear as her fingers tickled up and down my back.
I didn't know where. I just knew that the very first time Spencer and I had decided to have sex, it was in the locker room of the community arena.
Good times.
But I wanted it to be more meaningful that time around. I wanted to have her.
All of her.
And not against an uncomfortable counter.
I felt my feet moving backwards and Spencer's lips back on my neck. I moved with her, trusting her to not let me fall. My foot hit a step and I fell backwards anyway. It didn't matter, Spencer was in my lap within seconds, kissing me again. My bra was the next thing to go, her lips finding my heaving chest.
"You're so fucking sexy." Her words rumbled thickly through her throat as she sat back and eyed my torso up hungrily.
"Spencer." I licked my lips and panted as she cupped my breasts, her dark bluish grey eyes staring back at me. "Not here."
Nodding, Spencer slowly stood up and led us up her winding staircase. Her lips were back on mine the second we reached the top of the landing. We moaned as the kiss grew deeper, anticipating what was really happening.
I was about to touch her in ways I had only dreamed of since high school.
I unclasped her bra while working her tongue with mine, feeling the ache between my legs intensify to a maximum when her fingers softly moved over my nipples, breathing heavily into my mouth.
I couldn't take it anymore. I needed Spencer.
I wanted Spencer.
I was going to have her right then and right ther-
"Not here." Spencer ripped herself away from me and continued our way down the hallway. Her hand was at my belt buckle, quickly ridding me of my jeans and then getting rid of hers just as we hit her bedroom door – literally.
Spencer stumbled backwards in her room, losing her footing and falling on her back on the white plush rug beneath her. I landed on top.
The shock wore off within seconds. I was about to get up and check to see if she was okay but she pulled me back down in a heavy kiss. I melted into her.
Finally, skin against skin.
The only material that separated us was her underwear.
I was about to take care of that.
"Bed." She breathed and I nuzzled her neck, my fingers trailing over her sides, making her jump.
"Here." I whispered and slid my fingertips under the waistband of her black boy shorts. I traced her hipbone that jutted out, defining the way she worked out every day and kept her body in shape.
Spencer didn't really have any complaints. Her hands came up around my neck, fusing her lips back to mine. We kissed heavily, hungrily, wantonly.
"Is this real?" Spencer fought to catch her breath, our hips moving slowly against each other.
I propped myself on my hands and looked down at her. She was so beautiful. Her hair was splayed out around the white soft rug. Her eyes were full of pure want and I loved the fact that I still knew that look. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
My lips pressed against hers again, my tongue tracing her lips gently before accepting the fact that when she parted them, she wanted me to deepen the kiss.
Who was I to deny that?
I could feel our bodies start to heat up; the perspiration that was being slightly gathered between us was setting our bodies on fire even more.
I shifted my body a little to the left and kissed her more passionately. I moved my fingertips down her throat, between her breasts and down her ribcage. "I've missed every single part of you, Spencer." I whispered, nearly crying at the intensity of it all.
"Aaash," she breathed hard, her stomach muscles tightening with every passing stroke my fingers played across her soft skin.
A part of me wondered if we were going too fast and the other part knew we were. However, every part of me didn't care.
No.
Spencer was beneath me, literally, looking at me with those eyes that had haunted me for years, those eyes that made me feel like home was right there with her. A warmth that made me want to be there with her.
For her.
I lowered my head and nuzzled her neck, breathing heavily against her. My body felt the tension the moment I stepped into her house. I would admit that my intentions for being at Spencer's were just to talk.
Her nails scratching lightly down my back made me realize that every intention I had was being tossed away for now. I needed her.
She needed me.
I brushed my lips over her perfect skin, nipping and licking every part slowly. Her moans were making my lower belly clench and the ache between my legs more acute. My fingers still played with the soft skin of her hips, making her moan even longer and louder. Her own fingers wound themselves in my hair the moment I lowered my lips to her beautiful breasts.
I could barely breathe.
It was all just so much.
So familiar.
My name was breathed from her lips when my tongue finally tasted her sweet sensitive skin. Her nipple was hard and silky all at once when it swelled in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the peak slowly. Her hands tugged slightly harder and I switched breasts, feeling my heart pounding hard against my chest and in my ears. My eyes were even blurred with the immense feeling overwhelming the both of us.
"Ashley." Spencer whimpered. Her legs parted a little when she felt my fingertips finally graze over the inside of her thighs. My mouth moved its way back up her neck, tasting her. I swiftly eased her out of the last piece of material that hid her from me, drinking in the stare she was giving me. Drinking in what she was giving me…
…a chance.
Her.
Time.
It felt like time was standing still, giving us a chance to catch up. Spencer's hands grasped my shoulders when I found her lips with mine, swallowing her soft moans and pleas. I didn't waste anymore time. I wanted her to come, I wanted her to say my name like she used too. I wanted to worship her body and I tried. I really did. But her hips were moving unsuccessfully to relieve herself against my hand that had barely touched her – she needed it just as much as I did.
Her parted panting breaths against my lips were driving me insane. Her heaving chest was a vision I'd remember for a life time – and I had remembered for the past twelve years.
I pressed my forehead against hers and slid my fingers nervously closer to the rising heat that she was permitting. She gasped when my fingers finally probed deeper, sliding them between soft wet lips. I moaned louder than she did, I think, and kissed her with such passion. I felt a wave of pleasure and security run through me.
"Oh my…Ash…" she cried out softly when I slid my fingers up towards her clit, starting a gentle rubbing motion. "Fuck." She sighed heavily and tilted her head back, allowing me to explore her neck with feverish kisses.
My fingers teased her for a few minutes before I brought her eyes to look back at me. "I can't stop… oh God, if you want me to stop…" she moved her hand between us and guided my fingers to her entrance, "Spencer," I moaned and entered her easily.
"Oh God!" Spencer groaned through clenched teeth, her hips immediately setting the pace. I followed suit, thrusting into her gently but quickly. Her hands clasped around the back of my neck and she kissed me so fucking hard. It was sloppy because of her body reacting to the fingers that were buried deep inside her, but every kiss with Spencer was beyond perfect, sloppy or not.
My thumb bumped against her clit and she bucked, arching hard off the floor beneath us. Her nails dug deep into my back, the pain intensifying the arousal in my body. Kisses were barely being exchanged as I took over, moving my hands faster and harder, curling my fingers so that she'd clamp down on me and for a moment, I really never want her to let go.
"Fuck Ashley," Spencer moaned again and grabbed me by the hair, tugging me. There was no reason, she was just tugging and it felt so good. I could feel her stomach against my arm rapidly rippling and she was getting tighter, hotter, wetter… "Spencer," I whispered hoarsely, attaching my lips to her earlobe, "come for me, please?"
And she did.
Her whole body shook, her cries bouncing off the walls of her bedroom. Sweat had already formed on our bodies from the foreplay kisses since downstairs. I kissed her; she tasted sweet around her shoulder and neck, down her chest and back up.
I removed my fingers and we both breathed heavily into the silent air around us. Her arms wrapped tightly around my body, holding me close as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Oh wow." Spencer finally chuckled throatily. "Fuck wow." She ran her fingers through my hair and I took that moment to look at her. Her eyes were still a dark shade of blue and grey and her smile was more than mischievous.
I don't know why but I was expecting an awkward moment after all was said and done.
Spencer's brightened yet very rosy face was making that theory die. She brushed some of my curly hair behind my ear and was moving into a sitting up position. She was silent when she tugged at my hips, signalling me that she wanted to be straddled.
I moaned when slick skin slid against slick skin and inhaled sharply when she took one of my nipples into her mouth, her eyes never really leaving mine. I watched her pink tongue peek out and flick the excited bud so gently before she closed her eyes and moved to the other one. My hands found purchase in her hair and I tossed my head back, moaning louder as she sucked, bit and licked harder. "Oh for the love of…" the sentence died when she pulled back and stopped abruptly.
I had a secret. Not a big one but it was one I didn't think she'd ever discover because I didn't think I'd ever be in this position with her – pun could be intended.
Her fingertips tickled the area she was staring at. The tattoo on the lower left side of my abdomen. The number '22' with a maple leaf flag stuck out proudly with the colours of black and red, and the initials 'SC' embedded in the red flag in white in the finest printing you'll ever see on a tattoo.
"Ashley…" She breathed, her fingers still trailing over the tattoo. It was her number when she was on Team Canada.
I watched all of her games.
Whether it was going to one unnoticed or watching them on TV. I taped them too and Dylan often watched those recordings because she loved the sport just as much as Spencer did.
"When?" Her whisper was so soft and full of amazement.
"Your first year on the team." I murmured just as soft. "I never missed a game."
The confession was heavy but not in a bad way. It was just planted there and Spencer gaped at me, her thumb was now circling the ink artwork on my body. "Never?"
"Never." I barely whispered, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
"Oh." Her blue eyes fluttered back down to the tattoo and then she looked back up at me. Leaning in, she brushed her lips over mine so gently I barely felt it. I barely felt her other hand palm my breast, squeezing it before trailing blazing fire patterns down my abdomen and cupping me between the legs just like that.
I gasped her name and she held my gaze, her fingers sliding in between my folds, her lips parting and moaning with me.
Then she was inside of me. So fucking deep but moving slowly. Her lips moved down my neck when I started to grind my hips against her fingers, allowing her to set the pace.
"Oh God." Spencer gasped as she explored me even deeper, leaning me back a bit, making me brace myself back on my hands to expose myself for her wondering eyes and questing mouth. I rolled my hips, struggling to breathe, gasping her name over and over.
Her lips were everywhere - my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, and my rib cage; all the while her fingers moving steady, never breaking their rhythm.
"You feel so good." She murmured with her frantic mouth. She was worshipping me and I was about to explode. Her fingers curled, her thumb pressed against my clit and I let out a low growl, bringing her face towards me so I could kiss her while I rode her hand even faster.
I felt it start from the tips of my toes, running through every ounce of my veins, streaming through my blood all the way up to my eyelids, where white sparks started to fly behind them. My body started to jerk against her uncontrollably, sweating and cursing delicately while my stomach tightened and I tightened around her fingers – coming so fucking hard. "Spencer." I breathed in a low keening moan, tossing my head back and riding out the rest of my orgasm slowly.
Spent, I collapsed in her arms, my face in the crook of her neck.
"You are so beautiful." I heard her murmur in my ear.
I nodded, trying to let her know what she was too. My lips were dry though and I couldn't get a word out yet.
I wanted to tell her I loved her. I loved her so much, with everything I was. Somehow though, the words wouldn't come out.
I told myself to just wait a little longer.
We had just made love on her bedroom floor. That was enough excitement and overwhelming feelings for the day.
Spencer's hands trailed up and down my back, breathing softly in my ear.
I just wanted to stay like that forever.
And never let go.
Spencer moved slightly, causing me to let go anyway. She quietly pulled my wobbly legs up off the floor and dragged me to her bed, laying back and allowing me to snuggle right next to her. "Did you want to come?"
I raised an eyebrow and lifted my head slightly from her shoulder and looked at her. "I believe I just did." I whispered hoarsely.
Spencer chuckled and licked her lips. "Well yes," a blush crept up her cheeks, "but I meant did you want to come with me to pick up the girls at school?"
"Oh." I laughed and nodded. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." She breathed and closed her eyes. "But now we rest."
"Rest." I nodded and went back to the shoulder I was resting on. I swallowed when I remembered exactly why I was there that afternoon. I bit my lip, not sure if I should bring it up. I cleared my throat. "Spence?"
"Mmm?" She replied, her fingers lacing with mine.
Really, why didn't that moment become awkward? It should've been awkward, right?
"I uh," I cleared my throat again and moved to rest on my elbow, staring down at her, "I have a question to ask you."
Spencer frowned in concern and ran her thumb over my lips before dropping her hand on her chest. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," I nodded and closed my eyes, my heart beating desperately, "I just, I need to figure some stuff out…" I felt her body stiffen and she rolled away, sitting up and quickly finding the pillow to cover her chest.
"Oh." She never looked at me and sighed. "I get it, we got lost in the moment and it probably was a mistak-"
"Mistake?" I sat up straight and crawled over to her at the end of the bed. "Spencer, this wasn't a mistake," I paused and blinked, looking at her, "do you think it was?"
"No!" Spencer answered quickly and swallowed hard. "No." She repeated again, so quietly.
"I'm sorry I made you think that," I gave her a shy smile, "sometimes my mouth still has a way of forming sentences wrongly."
She smiled back and chewed on her bottom lip. "What is it you wanted to ask me?"
I felt the seriousness come back again. "Could you look after Dylan for at least two more weeks?"
Spencer's eyes widened and she looked at me confused. "Tomorrow is Friday. Tomorrow you finally get to take her home and-"
"That's the problem," I breathed nervously as she watched me curiously, "I don't know where that is yet."
"Ash, what?" Spencer turned to face me fully. The pillow dropped from her grasp and it made me realize that we were having the conversation completely naked. Spencer noticed me checking her out and then looking at my own body, she got up off the bed and threw me an old jersey while tugging on one of her own. "What do you mean?" She whispered, crawling back on the bed.
"I want Dylan happy more than anything in this world," I stared at her, "you make her happy Spencer, you and Lucas."
"Ash…" Concern etched into her face.
"I can't leave now." I said finally after a moment of silence. "I want to stay here."
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Next time in Points Underneath:
"Woo, check out those sexy legs." A voice made me jump and I turned around holding my chest.
"Carmen!" I screeched and my face hardened. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"
"Uh duh? I came to visit?" Carmen shook her head and laughed, leaning back on a stool she was sitting on. "What's with the nice peep show?"
"How long were you here for?" I asked, ignoring her question.
"Relax, I just got here..." She looked around the place and raised an eyebrow. "Is Davies in your shower? I saw her car parked outside."
