I'm so thrilled everyone liked the intro to the new story. It's loosely following the song except for one particular line. "Then you called, and boy I came. That's what she said. For ten days straight." Ten days, ten chapters. So you've all got the heads up. I'm really excited to be writing these two girls again and yes it's terribly sad that the fandom is fading, but Spashley shall forever hold a special place in our hearts. Your reviews are rocking my world so please keep them coming. I'll start doing FOF in the chapters to come. So enjoy this installment, and thanks so much for taking the time to read the fic. It's much appreciated. I appreciate all of you! Happy reading!
Day 2
Spencer pushes her apartment door open sporting a Cheshire grin. She quietly closes the door, knowing full well that her roommates are passed out. She doesn't want to be the reason they wake up before they're supposed to. She silently makes her way to her bedroom and flicks the light on. Kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her jeans for the second time that evening, she catches herself in her full-length mirror. She stands akimbo and winks at herself.
"Spencer you sly dog you." She walks closer to the mirror and points at herself. "You've really outdone yourself this time. I really think you really left it all out there tonight."
She waves a bashful hand at her reflection, feigning embarrassment.
"Oh Spencer, stop." She drawls out making herself giggle. "You're gonna make my head so big I won't be able to leave the room."
"I only speak truth." Spencer continues to play the role of two people. Not really realizing just how weird she looks. She chalks it up to the simple fact that no-one knows what's going on but her. So it's okay. "Did you hear how much she was moaning your name?"
Spencer tilts her head to the side and shrugs slowly, trying to exude humility. "Well you know…"
There was no-one there to elaborate for so she did know.
"What about all those marks on your back!" She whispers in faux surprise. Spencer lifts her shirt and turns around. Looking over her shoulder and grazing over red marks on her back. She'll internally admits that Ashley digging her nails into her back only fueled her more.
Spencer laughs to herself as she imagines when Ashley gave her those. She gulps at how amazing Ashley felt riding her fingers. The charade she's been playing since she entered her room quickly forgotten as she feels herself getting turned on. She clears her throat and grabs a towel and makes her way to the bathroom to shower. After her nightly routine, she checks her phone. She isn't entirely sure why. When she left Ashley's place the girl was completely knocked out. She left her with a gentle kiss on her shoulder blade. Covered the brunette's bare back, grabbed her things and left. Still, she can't help the inkling of disappointment that she feels when all she receives is a notification for an email from Famous Footwear. She rolls her eyes as she remembers how the cashier tricked her into providing that information. Spencer mumbles her anger in reference to the shoe store employee's incompetence. She reads the time...just four hours of sleep before she has to wake up. She sighs contentedly and falls asleep.
Spencer inhales deeply and moans in delight. She blindly reaches out a hand from under the blankets in search for the coffee.
"Rise and shine good looking."
"Can't...comfy." She groans as she tries to turn over. The action difficult as she continues to keep an arm out for the coffee.
"Nope, you'll get this once you get your cute butt out of bed."
Footsteps retreat from the writer's bedroom and she throws the covers off her body. She lies in bed pouting. She grabs her phone to check the time and groans as she rushes to get ready for work. She hops out of her bedroom slipping her foot into a shoe. As she reaches the kitchen she grabs the mug that was offered to her only minutes prior. Inhaling the highly caffeinated beverage, she moans in delight as the hot liquid courses through her lips and fills her mouth. She lets the Columbian dark roast permeate every taste bud in her mouth and she places the bug on top of the counter. She feels the eyes on her and smiles.
"What?" Spencer asks as she slowly lifts her head and looks at her one of two roommates.
Stevi, an up and coming club DJ by night and avid gossipmonger by day, smirks at her good friend.
"I came in around three this morning and as I was getting ready to pass out, heard you strutting in a little bit after me."
"How do you hear a strut?" Spencer asks with a snort.
"Do you deny your strut?" Stevi questions with a quirked brow. Her cow patterned coffee mug resting against her bottom lip. She takes her free hand and brushes her short bangs away from her forehead.
"My strut I shall not deny?" Spencer retorts with a smirk as she lifts her mug and tilts it towards her roommate. "Tell you about it later?" Spencer asks as she check the time.
Stevi grunts in acceptance to the invitation and sips her coffee. Spencer takes another large sip of her morning brew and places it on the table. She tries to swallow quickly without it burning her mouth, her mouth half full with coffee she departs with a gargled goodbye. Stevi chuckles at her roommate's honest behavior. Spencer grabs the rest of her things as she makes her way towards the door.
"See you tonight darling!" Spencer shouts over her shoulder as she keeps up with her and Stevi's morning ritual.
"Dinner will be ready when you get home sweetheart." Stevi retorts habitually with a smile.
A banter that started after a "Leave It to Beaver" marathon they had one drunken evening, they agreed it was cheesy how the husband and wife greeted one another but thought the reaffirmation of consistent endearment was emotionally pleasurable. Spencer slings her messenger bag over her head and falls into her normal motions with a new thought in her mind. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and sighs as she feels a wave of pleasure float through her as she thinks of Ashley.
The night before had been amazing and she thinks herself selfish for hoping that Ashley would call again. Clearly the brunette is hurting, going through the pain of heartbreak and being the enabler of masking the emotional pain with physical pleasure, she began to feel like an ass. She bounces down the stairs into the subway. Swiping her MetroCard through the turnstile she walks toward her train to go uptown. Her thoughts fall further on her situation with the brunette. She honestly didn't mind being a rebound. It's definitely a new experience for her, but she always considered herself to be a seizer of opportunity. Spencer puts on headphones and falls deeper into thought. She pulls her small black moleskin notebook from her back pocket and opens it up to the freshest page. She scribbles ideas down as she waits for the train. She tries her best to stray from ideas of Ashley but can't help it. She checks her phone hoping to see something from the woman but still nothing. Maybe that's for the best Spencer concludes and goes about her normal morning routine.
"How's that first draft going?" asked Bishop, Spencer's cubicle neighbor. He leans back in his chair and picks off some lint from his polo shirt.
Spencer tries not to groan at the idea, when she needs the ideas to flow that's when they don't. She's not entirely sure why. Performance anxiety? She smirks as she thinks about her performance the night before. No, performance is not the issue. She sighs and rubs her head.
"Not as smoothly as I would like, but it's coming." She drops into her chair and opens up her computer.
"I've seen your work Spence, you're putting too much pressure on yourself. You could blow any of these people out of the water…I mean listen to this crap I read this morning."
As Bishop rifles through his most recent addition to the rejected pile. Spencer gets comfortable, pulling a new novel from the pile on her desk. Before she dives into the newest manuscript she listens to Bishop read the manuscript that wouldn't be on any bestseller's list.
"He grabs me forcefully, and I whimper. I'm not sure if it's from pain or pleasure." Bishop groans and drops the manuscript back in the rejected pile. Spencer laughs and shakes her head.
"Everyone is trying to be the next E.L James, and she was just trying to be the next Stephanie Myer."
"Yeah and Stephanie Myer was just trying to be the next J.K. Rowling."
"No one can be J.K Rowling." Spencer defends quickly being a proud Potterhead. He just holds his coffee mug up in cheers.
"No one can be Spencer Carlin," Bishop states with a genuine smile.
She blushes and turns her chair mumbling a 'shut up' clearly embarrassed at his confidence in her writing. She appreciates his belief in her and allows it to help clear some of the smog in her head. She loses herself in her work and is only brought back by the ringing of her cell phone. She bites her lip and her heart races. Her brows furrow as she tries to calm the excited teenager in her.
Blowing out a nervous breath she leans back in her chair and answers the call.
"Are we skipping the text banter?" Spencer asks playfully and the husky chuckle flips her stomach as she fights the smile.
"Something like that. I um…" Ashley laughs on the other line trying to figure out what to say. "I'm not entirely sure what to say."
"You don't have to…"
"Thank you?"
Spencer erupts in laughter and quickly settles herself down remembering she is at work. She clears her throat.
"Trust me…the pleasure was all mine." Her voice is laced with a smirk and she swears she hears a small groan.
"Okay maybe thank you wasn't the best way to start. I really enjoyed myself last night. You were…"
"Still speechless I see." Spencer laughs and she hears the brunette tut.
"You're the worst."
"But you like it."
Ashley sighs. "You're killing me here."
"Okay. I'm sorry. How about I make myself uncomfortable to even the playing field?"
"Yes, please."
"I may have been a bit nervous I wouldn't hear from you again." Spencer shifts in her chair visibly uncomfortable with the confession. Not expecting to have mention that under any circumstance. Ashley though…in only a little over twenty-four hours flipped some kind of damned switch in the blonde.
"To be honest…I didn't know if I should." Spencer drops further into her seat trying to prepare herself for whatever Ashley has to say. "I mean…I wanted to, but I felt bad, guilty."
Spencer silently sighs in relief. "Yeah I get it."
"I mentioned that it's not something I've ever done."
"I mentioned the same." Spencer reminds her gently.
"I'm trying to compliment you without insulting you. So please don't take what I'm about to say offensively but you could've fooled me."
Spencer chuckles and shakes her head. She looks at the time and smiles. "You hungry?"
Ashley stays on the phone for a minute. Debating whether or not to further whatever this is. She sighs then clears her throat. "Spencer…"
"I'm hungry and I could eat and it's lunch time. I usually like to take about an hour lunch, head over to Central Park and write for a bit. It's my normal routine, I like routine, but I also like spontaneity. I usually eat alone but also enjoy company. I hang out by Bethesda Fountain. I feel like a Cubano sandwich…do you like those?"
"Uh…yeah." Ashley stammers out quickly making sure not to leave the blonde hanging.
"Cool, so now you know where, what and when lunch is. If you like you can join me if not I can eat two sandwiches. I have quite the appetite."
"I can attest to that."
Spencer lets out a quick laugh and ends the call with a sultry 'maybe I'll see you later'. "Bishop, lunch."
"Later," He says as she heads out.
The weather comfortably warm Spencer finds an empty bench to sit on. Two sandwiches and two drinks ready to be consumed. A large part of her hoping she didn't have to eat both even if she could.
"One of those for me?"
Spencer licks her lips and crosses her legs. "Only if you sit with me. You can very likely take this and run."
Ashley complies eagerly and sits next to the blonde taking the sandwich from her. Spencer hands her a bottle of water and sits quietly. She throws a surreptitious glance at the brunette next to her trying her hardest not to smirk as the woman fidgets. Spencer keeps her head straight as she pats Ashley on the leg.
"Calm down Ash. It's just a sandwich."
Spencer can feel the brunette smile and mental pats herself on the back. Two points Spencer Carlin.
"I'm sorry I'm being weird."
"You're fine."
"Why are you so good at this?"
"At what?" Spencer reiterates before taking a large bite from her sandwich.
"This. Sitting here, talking to me, like the last time when we saw each other we didn't…" Ashley couldn't finish her sentence a little bashful of how it would end.
"Last time we saw each other what?" The blonde teases.
"You know what!" She whines cutely, Spencer just laughs and takes another bite of her sandwich.
"I slaved over that sandwich you better eat it," Spencer orders playfully, her mouth half full. Ashley usually found someone talking with food in their mouth rude and a bit gross, but somehow the blonde next to her made it cute.
Ashley moans a bit at the taste of the sandwich and the blonde does her best to keep her mind from flashing back to the night before. She ponders Ashley's question trying to understand why she is so comfortable with the current situation. Things should be weird shouldn't they?
"So can I ask you something? " Ashley finally breaks the silence between them as she holds the sandwich to her lips.
"Mhm." Spencer allows a nod coinciding. She turns in the bench giving her Trader Joe's hook up her full attention.
"Your tattoos…" She starts off, biting the inside of her lip to keep from smirking. Spencer has a small sense of where this question is going. "Would you be opposed to me seeing them again?"
Spencer chuckles and stands up. lifting her shirt to show Ashley one. The brunette's face falls with disappointment and the blonde giggles as she drops the hem of her shirt, covering up her tattooed skin.
"You're cute when you pout."
"You knew what I meant."
"I did…but I find it entertaining that you're so shy about sex that you can't say even say the word in public."
Ashley purses her lips and Spencer just sits back down taking a hefty bite of her sandwich. She notices that time is moving swiftly even if their conversation is moving like a jerky car with the first time student driver behind it.
"I can say it out loud."
"Then say it."
Ashley opens and closes her mouth. She tries to muster up the courage to say the word 'sex' realizing for the first time a fact she didn't even know about herself.
"Shut up," Ashley states before returning to her sandwich.
"Fine, fine. No more teasing." Spencer finishes her sandwich and stands up getting ready to head back to her office. Ashley follows Spencer's lead and they walk side by side toward the nearest exit. "You can totally see my tattoos again, by the way."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Tonight, my place around eight?"
"Sounds good and Ash…" The brunette smiles at the shortened name, "this" she continues gesturing between the two of them "is whatever you want it to be. I'm just here being whatever you need me to be."
Ashley drops her head letting Spencer's invitation settle in her mind. She just nods and walks backward away from Spencer.
"Thanks for lunch."
The blonde shrugs and winks at her. "Anytime."
Spencer watches as the brunette saunters away. She leans her head to the side getting a different perspective. Ashley turns around and bites her lip liking the attention she's receiving from the blonde. Spencer stands up straight and lifts her shoulders cutely, and spins around heading towards her office.
Spencer clambers into her apartment. She lost track of the time while at the office. She usually doesn't keep track of the time while in the office and this time it caught up with her. Before she knew it she saw that it was already a quarter to seven and she's due to meet Ashley at eight. It took her up to an hour just to get home.
"Honey I'm home," Spencer shouts as she rushes through the living room, towards the bedroom.
"You're home early," Stevi yells over the back of the couch. The television playing in the background as she fiddles with a new mix on her Macbook.
Spencer rushes from her room towards the bathroom, yelping out some sort of a response. "Yeah I have a… thing, with Ashley."
"Who?" Stevi scrunches her face in confusion as she plays back her mix, one headphone sitting on her ear while the other is free to hold a rushed conversation with her roommate.
Spencer sticks her head out of the bathroom doorway to give an explanation. "She's the reason I stumbled in not so quietly at three this morning."
Stevi smirks and pulls the other headphone off her ear and gives Spencer her full attention. She shouts when she realizes that the blonde has rushed into the bathroom again.
"Carlin get your cute butt back here and explain yourself."
Spencer leans out of the doorway for a second time. "My cute butt needs to have a lightning speed shower, I am running out of time. I can't leave a beautiful girl waiting."
Spencer darts back inside and as soon as she jumps into the shower she feels a change in the air and smirks. She holds the shower curtain so Stevi doesn't burst in and climb in there with her.
The blonde laughs as she fights to keep the curtain closed. "Alright, I'll tell you while I shower. What do you want to know?"
She nods and takes a seat on the toilet as she thinks of the first question. "So who is Ashley?"
"A girl I met at Trader Joe's." Spencer answers without a beat she lathers some soap on a washcloth.
"Yeah but who is she?" Stevi asks again emphasizing on knowing just who Ashley is. Not just knowing her name and where they met but who this person is that's making her favorite blonde take a five-minute shower.
"I don't know we didn't get that far." Spencer responds as she rinses off the soap from her body.
"What do you mean you didn't get that far? How far did you get?"
Spencer sticks her hand from the shower, signaling for her towel. Stevi reaches transfers the towel from the sink to Spencer's hand. The reader laughs in a smarmy manner and wraps the towel around her body whipping the shower curtain open.
"Oh, I got far." Spencer steps on proud of herself yet.
"Spencer!"
The blonde laughs as she rushes out of the bathroom and glances at the time. She groans, it's fleeting so quickly. Stevi tries to follow the blonde into her bedroom. Her attempt futile as she gets the door slammed and locked in her face. Stevi knocks on the door impatiently. It flies open with a dressed Spencer.
"Holy crap that was fast."
"Yeah well, I'm late." Spencer towel dries her hair as she walks towards the kitchen. "Do we have any wine?"
"Why do you need wine when you're already drunk in love?" Stevi sings.
Spencer stops and turns around creepily. "No…just no. Put a cork in it Beyoncé. Not in love either, just met her and I'm her rebound."
"Rebound?"
"Mhm…Ah! Found one!" Spencer grabs a fresh bottle of wine and heads for the door.
"Spence! Can you slow down, for like two seconds?" Spencer stops and looks at her roommate for impatiently. "Are you sure about this?"
She only shrugs and reaches for the door.
"I just don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't. We both know what it is, I told her I was fine, and I am. Swear. Now I really got to go, mom."
Spencer gives her roommate a cheeky smile. As turns to open the door her other roommate burst through the door.
"Woah, where's the fire?"
"Hi Niko, bye Niko."
"Where is she going?"
Spencer can overhear Niko ask as he maneuvers his bike into the apartment.
"To be a rebound!" The blonde shouts up the stairs and laughs when Niko shouts, 'hell yeah!' and hurries toward the front door. She hightailed it towards Ashley's house. She triple checks the apartment number before pressing it, making sure she doesn't anger Ashley's neighbors. The very familiar voice flows through the intercom, the blonde announces her presence and is let up.
The blonde smiles once the door opens. She holds up the bottle of wine and smiles widely. Ashley opens the door wider and lets in her guest. Spencer smoothly leans in and steals a kiss. The brunette raises her brows in surprise but doesn't hesitate to kiss back.
"I see you made it up without being chased by eighty-year-old ladies."
Spencer scowls playfully as she enters further into Ashley's apartment. The blonde sighs feelings a little awkward. Last night was simple. Last night she just went up to a willing Ashley and let their chemistry overtake them. Is she getting in the way of their chemistry? She internally debates with herself and jumps a little as she feels a soft hand on her lower back. Ashley giggles raising her hand up in surrender.
"I didn't mean to startle you I just wanted to know if you wanted to let that wine breathe?"
"Yeah, sure."
The blonde rolls her eyes at herself when Ashley walks away to uncork the bottle. She argues with her conscience to get it together. Where is that girl that sauntered in the night before? Where is that girl that patted herself on the back the night before, the one that left the brunette speechless on the phone before lunch?
"Hey, can I use your bathroom?" Spencer asks, needing a second alone to gather herself.
"Down the hall to the left." Ashley directs from the kitchen.
Spencer rushes towards the bathroom and closes the door behind her. She rests against the back of the door and closes her. Inhaling deeply she smiles at the lavender scent. She opens her eyes and pays better attention to her surroundings and wills herself to calm down. She stands in front of the mirror and looks at herself. She gives herself a bizarre pep talk. She hears a knock on the door and she answers quickly.
"Hey, you okay?" Ashley asks gently.
Spencer chokes out a laugh, shakes her head as she internally pulls herself together. "Yeah…I'm just…yeah."
Ashley smirks, licking her lips and a switch goes off in Spencer.
"You sure?" Ashley asks again and Spencer just nods. "Do you want a glass of wine?"
Spencer grabs Ashley by the hips, gently pulls her forward. "I want you."
Ashley lifts her arms and drapes them over Spencer's shoulders. "Yeah?"
She just nods and lowering her head a bit to capture Ashley lips with hers. Ashley's grip tightens around the blonde, pulling her closer. She whimpers, making Spencer smile into the kiss, the brunette pulls back.
"I can feel you smiling."
Spencer drops her head back and emits a throaty chuckle.
"I'm sorry, I just…you're gorgeous, and I kind of like that you whimper when I kiss you."
Ashley purses her lips. "Shut it." She threatens and kisses the blonde quickly before walking away. "Let's have a drink."
Spencer pouts and follows Ashley down the hall. She watches as Ashley reaches up for a couple of wine glasses. Her shirt raising a bit, showing her soft skin. She releases a guttural moan, her mind wanders to last night and her heart races in anticipation for what's to come.
"You're spacing out there Spence."
"Sorry…I just…I'm thinking about you."
Ashley drops her head a bit embarrassed and pours a glass for her guest. Spencer walks closer to the brunette, bypassing the freshly poured glass of wine and grabs her hand gently.
"Why are you so shy?"
"I'm not usually," She confesses. "You just…make me this way."
"I make you shy?"
"Among other things." She admits with a chuckle and pulls herself from Spencer's grasp to pour her own glass. She doesn't hesitate to drink the fermented fruit.
"Like?" Spencer asks, mirroring Ashley's movements.
She eyes Ashley hungrily as she walks from the kitchen into the living room, Spencer follows. There are fewer boxes than the previous night. It seems the brunette put a pretty decent dent in her unpacking. They take a seat on the couch, Ashley tucking her legs underneath her thighs turning her body to face Spencer. The blonde sits sideways awaiting her host's answer.
Ashley sighs, taking a sip from her glass and resting on the side table behind the arm of her sofa. She pushes her bangs from her face as she tries to think of a good answer but not too revealing. This is not what this night is supposed to be about. Spencer turned her inside out last night and she'd be lying if she said she didn't want that again. She watches as Spencer raises the glass to her lips and takes a sip, a drop of wine lingers on her pink lips. Ashley instinctively licks her lips, Spencer does the same ridding the drop before it can land anywhere else. She pulls her bottom lip inside her lip and watches as Ashley squirms a bit.
"Ashley?"
"Right," She remembers and looks down for a second, taking that minuscule amount of time to refocus on her answer and not Spencer's mouth. She fights a moan at the thought of Spencer's mouth.
"You make me flustered, make me lose track of time, make me forget…"She admits unintentionally.
"Do you…" Spencer starts to ask but then is quickly cut off.
"Where did you get this wine from?" Ashley asks abruptly changing the focus of their conversation.
Spencer doesn't push. She promised Ashley earlier this is whatever she wants it to be and she'll hold to it.
"Trader Joe's," She states proudly taking a hearty sip.
"Stop."
"No, seriously. They've got their own wine brand."
"Well, it's really good."
"Mhm."
"So what is it about Trader Joe's that you like so much? You're their mascot it seems."
Spencer giggles. "I don't know, really. I just like their products, but I also like the atmosphere. There are a lot of interesting people that go into it. It's like a hipster organic store. When you want to eat healthily but are on a budget and can't afford Whole Foods people find themselves at Trader Joe's. I like to people watch there, it helps with my writing."
"So is that what you do? Write?"
"I try, I'm a reader, or a book scout which is the most technical term for it at Penguin Random House, for now. I've got an opportunity to write a novel but for some reason I'm having trouble putting something to paper. So I've found myself there a lot lately hoping the myriad of consumers would help spark something."
"So were you watching me?" A little shy at her question Ashley takes a sip of her wine.
"You actually caught my eye. I didn't intentionally look at you. You just…grabbed me." Spencer can tell that her describing her interest in the girl across from her excited the brunette. Exciting her is definitely something she wants her to feel around her. She continues.
"Everything about you stole my attention. The way your hair fell in your face. The way your sweats hugged your hips…" Spencer moves closer to Ashley, closing the distance between them. She rests her arm on the head of the sofa. "You were so intent on those tangerines I found it absolutely adorable. I didn't even feel myself moving until it was too late. I'm kind of glad my body had a mind of its own that moment. I probably would have internally debated with myself and missed out on you. What a shame that would've been."
Ashley laughs, Spencer pulls her head back a little shocked at her response. She covers her mouth and apologizes. Stopping her laughter.
"I don't mean to laugh Spence. That was really sweet, everything you just said, I just…I haven't been talked to like that in a while and I'm just surprised."
"It's the truth, and I would never stop talking to you like that."
They sit there in a comfortable silence. Ashley is the first to break it.
"I don't know what to do here."
"What do you mean?"
"Like what happens next, is there some sort of protocol, do we part ways after a certain amount of time?"
Spencer laughs. "I don't know, but I'm going to be honest and say, I really like making you feel good."
"I like it too…it's never felt that amazing for me."
The blonde smirks as she drops her hand on Ashley's thigh. She places her glass on the coffee table, reaches for the one in Ashley's hand and rests it right next to hers. She gets a better hold of Ashley's legs, pulls them from underneath her body and pulls her close.
"Well…I'm just going to have to try and outdo myself."
"I'm a willing candidate." Ashley responds sliding down further.
Spencer rests her body between Ashley's legs. She hovers perfectly over Ashley's body. Her upper body steady as a rock as her hair forms a curtain covering their faces. Ashley reaches up pushes it back. Bunching it in her hand and gently pulls her rebound down for a kiss. Their lips glide together smoothly, Spencer dips her tongue inside Ashley's mouth flicking her top off her lip with the tip of her tongue. Ashley arches her neck to capture Spencer's lips. The blonde teasing her, both a frustration and a turn-on at the same time. She lifts her hips up once and Spencer meets her move. Her body buzzes as she feels a jolt of electricity shoot from her belly to the rest of her body.
Spencer drops her head to kiss down Ashley's neck. Dragging her tongue from her acquaintance's collar bone to the base of her jaw, nipping at it gently. Ashley breathes heavily allowing Spencer to consume her. She bites her bottom lip as Spencer gently lays her body on top of hers, making sure to add pressure between Ashley's legs. Running a hand down Ashley's thigh, Spencer leads it towards the brunette's ass, gripping possessively. Ashley lowers her hands to grab at Spencer's shirt. The blonde lifts her body up a little and allows her article of clothing to be removed. She shivers as Ashley drags her short nails up her back. She mentally hopes that her lover will be just as ferocious as she had been the night before. It only fueled the blonde to perform better.
Spencer finds her way back to Ashley's lips. Before she allows herself to get lost in Spencer she takes a second to tell her what she wants.
"Take me to bed."
Without hesitation Spencer gets to her knees, grabs Ashley by the thighs, wrapping her legs around her. Ashley sits up and allows her body to be lifted into Spencer's lap so the blonde can carry her to the bedroom. She looks down at Spencer's body and can't wait for the girl to work her magic. A part of her is curious though about her tattoos.
"Your tattoos…"
Spencer smirks as she steals a kiss, making sure to be quick about it so she doesn't drop the precious cargo in her arms.
"I promised you'd see them again."
A throaty chuckle makes the blonde clench her lower abdomen. Her wetness forming quickly. The girl in her arms was a turn-on without even trying.
"I know, but I want to know about them."
Spencer stops in her tracks, confused. "Now?"
"Well…"
Standing in the middle of the hallway, Spencer presses Ashley's body against the wall. She pins the brunette their making sure to apply the right amount of pressure in the right area before she asks again. Ashley hisses in pleasure.
"Are you sure?" Spencer reiterates with moxie.
"Maybe later."
"Yeah, definitely later."
With that Spencer whisks Ashley into her bedroom, easing her onto the bed, putting her history of her tattoos at the back of her mind while she lets every idea of what she wants to do to the girl under her at the front.
Hope ya'll enjoyed that, looking forward to what you think! Have a good one.