Chapter 7
Paige had been actually feeling good for a while. She hadn't thought things with Spencer were gonna be this smooth. She honestly didn't expect to ever see her again after that failed coffee meeting that Alison ruined but to her surprise a bunch of roses showed up on her doorstep the next day and the gifts kept coming until she relented and agreed to meet Spencer again, this time for an uninterrupted coffee at her house.
Their first 'date' was cute. They slurped their coffees and played board games on their knees in the lounge-room adjoining the kitchen as they watched 12 angry men. They ordered pizza and Spencer even had the guts to take a bite out of her ranch-and-buffalo dressing half of the pie before fake-retching and offering to share her much more reasonable flavor. They had pop corn and turned it into an all night movie marathon where they ended up weeping over Bette Davis at three in the morning before either of them even began to yawn.
Their second and third date were pretty similar. They'd spend hours in Spencer's family abode, lounging around and getting to know each other. They stayed away from those subjects. You know the ones that keep you up at 2 in the morning and make you question your entire life. The ones you think when you stare at the moon and the things you cry out in your sleep. But they did cover a lot of ground with the lighter and softer things. Turns out they had a lot in common and honestly they were surprised they didn't get along better before now.
When Spencer walked her to her car the morning after their third sleepover -because she wasn't going to turn her out onto the streets alone at three in the morning- she leaned in for a kiss and it only felt natural for Paige to reciprocate. Despite the fact that they had never spoken about this and labelled it explicitly as a date, it was understood by both girls when they were going in that it was, but the lack of talking about it eliminated all pre-date jitters and allowed for a more organic experience.
Spencer couldn't help but compare the kiss to all the ones she'd had before. It was firmer than Toby's and her lips were softer than Wren's even. She could hardly smell the pop corn on her breath as Paige still ate like she was training for something and something about the other woman was just irresistible and had her yearning to kiss her and hold her and feel her for longer. When Paige pulled back, Spencer felt like complaining that the kiss was too short when she remembered that this was only their first kiss, and it was only three dates in and while she may have wanted more, she still lived by the house occupied by the woman Paige had been in love with for most of her life so it can't have been easy for her to give in to the kiss with that looming over her head so she waved her off and ran in and smiled from ear to ear as she recalled the kiss and how perfect it all was.
Spencer initiated things for a while, Paige knowing it was her first experience with a woman and wanting to respect that and not rush her, but that only frustrated Spencer who wanted more and longed for Paige to touch her. Spencer on her half had taken on the role of the submissive one on more than one occasion but she gave as good as she got, Paige enjoying being the pampered one for the first time in a while. Spencer would pick her up and take her to expensive twelve course dinners and romantic getaways and take care of her and Paige would sweep Spencer off her feet with incredibly romantic gestures that were heartfelt, genuine and meant the world to the woman receiving them. Everything was perfect.
So why is it that when Paige got a fever that threatened to take her life and had to be rushed to the hospital that she kept calling Spencer by Emily's name and begging her to forgive her?