Hey eveyone! Sorry I'm only putting this up now. I meant to do FOF but I figured you'd want another update so here I am to provide one. Guys the reviews are the absolute best. I love them, they fuel the fire, so keep them coming. I'm exhausted so I'll keep this short! Enjoy and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

Day 3

"Morning." Niko greets cheerily.

Spencer puts her fingers to her lips shushing her roommate. He always was an early bird.

"Rough night?" He asks with a chuckle.

Spencer grunts as she pours herself a cup of coffee. It wasn't rough, it was far from a rough night. She smiles as she replays Ashley's moans in her mind. She swallows the groan threatening to erupt as she feels her body yearn for the brunette. All in all, it was a pretty exhilarating night and Spencer found herself schlepping in only three hours ago. She has really great stamina and Ashley is really taking advantage of it.

She feels Niko creep up behind her and she freezes as he moves her hair. He laughs with pride.

"Nice battle scars."

Spencer tries to look at her reflection in the steel fridge and she groans when she can't get a good look. Niko laughs patting the blonde on the back. She rushes to the bathroom and looks into the mirror. She should be mad, but Ashley's too damn sexy to be mad at. She thinks about how Ashley's lips rested on her neck, how she sucked and licked and Spencer grips the sink to gain composure. She releases a quick breath and dismisses putting on cover-up, running late for work. She walks out of the bathroom and grabs the thermos that Niko prepares for her.

"You're the best, I love you." He winks at her and sends her off. "Oh wait, we still on for tonight?"

"Of course. I love losing my money to you."

Spencer toasts her roommate and opens the door to leave. "Remind the misses," Spencer instructs referring to Stevi.

"Full house tonight." Niko announces and Spencer shouts jubilantly.

She's half-awake for her morning commute. Doing the same motions, bumping into the same people. With as many people as there are in New York City when you have a routine that falls in sync with other people, it's hard not to see those people on a daily basis. Spencer leans against the doors of the train, disregarding the animated suggestion to not do so, and ponders. Seeing the same people but never engaging with them. What exactly does it take for one to be engaged? She thinks about what drew her to Ashley, the conversation from the night before.

"Were you watching me?"

"You just…grabbed me."

Spencer smiles as she remembers how Ashley looked at her. Gentle but sad eyes, a soft and shy smile to match. If their meeting place had been this subway car, would Spencer still have approached her? The writer pulls her little black book from her back pocket and begins to jot down some ideas.

The blonde breezes through her morning with no problems. Still exhausted from last night's activities she goes to the office's kitchen to grab another cup of coffee. As she customizes her drink the editor she reports to comes walking in.

"Spencer…"

The book scout turns around slowly sipping her coffee to make sure it's to her liking. Her brows rise greeting the woman whilst her mouth stays occupied. Spencer swallows quickly the brown liquid burning her throat. She closes her eyes in pain causing her boss to chuckle.

"You could've taken your time Spencer."

The blonde holds her fist to her mouth enduring the minor irritation. She nods slowly realizing the obvious, clearing her throat she gives her attention to her boss, warming her hands on her mug.

"Don't let the muggles keep you down?" She reads and Spencer smiles.

"I have a bit of an obsession with all things Harry Potter." Raising her cup to show her evidence. "How've you been Jess?"

"Great, being patient and waiting on you."

The writer closes her eyes and drops her head. Leaning back against the counter she looks up at her boss that's giving her a chance.

"I know you are, I am so sorry. It's in there…I just…"

"I believe it is, and I'm waiting and I think I've been really patient."

"You have."

"I didn't come in here to harass you about your draft so aggressively." Spencer nods embarrassed that she hasn't come up with anything worth giving in. "With the work you've handed me I know you have an eye for great work and I think you can produce something amazing. So I'm waiting but I won't wait forever."

"Noted." Spencer's eyes fall to the ground and sighs. She looks up as Jess places a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey…don't let the muggles get you down." Spencer coughs up a chuckle.

She watches as her boss leaves the kitchen and drops her head back, letting it hang haphazardly. Mentally wishing that she could turn back time before she ever mentioned that she could write better than some of the nonsense that's come across her desk. As she mentally reprimands herself for sucking on this big opportunity her phone buzzes. She smiles widely hoping it is who she thinks it is. A text message from Stevi telling her to pick up snacks for the poker game tonight. Her face falls a bit disappointed that it isn't Ashley, but Spencer knew what their situation was. She texts her roommate back and leaves the kitchen.

"Bishop I'm leaving early."

"Leaving me here all by my lonesome."

"You'll survive…see you tonight?"

"Will Stevi be there?" Bishop turns very serious, Spencer smirks at her coworker and leans on the wall of his cubicle.

"Why?" She asks in a teasing manner.

"Shut up, you know why."

"Is it because you're in love with her?" He rolls his eyes, adjusting his tie. "You wanna have little DJ babies with her that wear headphones and cry on beat."

He coughs up a laugh trying really hard to stay mad at his friend but fails. "So that's a yes?"

"Yeah well she lives there so…"

"Are you going to embarrass me?"

"Oh definitely…"

"No mercy."

She taps the top of his cubicle before she walks away. "Never."

She leaves the office and makes her way home. She takes advantage of the empty apartment and stares at her laptop. Taking a sip of her wine she pushes away from her desk and walks through her room. Normally wine in the middle of the afternoon is frowned upon. Unless you're a writer, writers can get away with it. It's a rite of passage, just ask Hemingway. She has a déjà vu moment as she thinks about her first night with Ashley. The woman that has infiltrated her mind and burrowed for only God knows how long. She walks into the kitchen and hops onto the counter, swinging her legs. She sips her white wine concentrating hard. She pulls her black book from her back pocket and flips through the pages. She lands on her latest entry and stares off into space. Her phone goes off and she takes her time to answer, not looking at the caller ID she answers in an annoyed manner.

"What?"

"Did I catch you at a bad time?"

Spencer quickly perks and blurts out an apology. "Ash! No, crap, sorry. Try again."

Ashley giggles. "I didn't' talk first, you did."

Spencer groans, the woman on the other line not bothering to stifle her laugh. "I'm off today."

"I think you're doing okay."

Spencer smiles softly. "Thanks, so what's up?"

"I um…listen I'm going to be honest and say I can't stop thinking about the last couple nights."

Spencer smirks, forgetting about her assignment and sipping her wine. "Yeah, it's been pretty great."

"I've been having a really great time with you."

Spencer's heart begins to race, this feels like a breakup but they aren't even together. So why does it feel like it? All they've been doing is sleeping together and it's been amazing. Spencer doesn't want to miss the amazing sex. She isn't ready to give that up. Nor Ashley but it's only been like three days and she can't admit something like that.

"I have too and I feel like there's a 'but' coming."

"There is, however, it's a good but."

"Kind of like yours? Oh!" Spencer shouts in triumph, the brunette on the other line erupting in laughter.

"You're a weirdo."

"Your favorite thing about me but seriously you've got an amazing ass."

Spencer smirks as Ashley stammers to regain herself.

"Thank you Spencer, and I was calling because I want to say that as much as I like all the…"

"Are you in public?" She teases remembering her shyness to saying the word sex.

"Shut up and no I'm in my office."

"Office?"

"Yeah, I had to do some paperwork."

Spencer bites her lip and lets the silence filter over the line. "Do you need some help?" Spencer asks suggestively.

The brunette laughs. "You don't even know what I do or where I work."

"So fix that," Spencer tells Ashley coolly hoping the brunette will relent because she really would like to see her.

Spencer enters her room, already slipping on a pair of her worn in Vans, not waiting for the brunette to answer. A large part of her already certain she'll say yes.

"Fine, I'll text you the address."

Spencer fights a squeal as she grabs her penny board from behind her door. "Great see you in a bit then."

"Looking forward to it." Ashley hangs up and several seconds later, the writer receives a text message containing the address and bolts out of the apartment.

It's a beautiful day and Spencer cruises through the streets of New York, her music flowing through her headphones. She cuts through the traffic and makes her way to Ashley. As she pulls up in front of the brownstone she pulls her earphones out and picks up her board from the sidewalk. She walks up the stairs and reads the name on the golden plaque beside the doorway.

The Miller Academy

Spencer opens up the door and walks through the small foyer into the only open doorway. An older woman with half-moon glasses works at her computer. Spencer smiles gently at the fact that someone still owns half moon spectacles. The woman looks up at Spencer and raises her brows. Spencer looks around nervously forgetting what she was doing in the building.

"Can I help you?" She drawls out slowly.

"Uh, yeah I'm looking for Ashley…"Spencer stops to think of the brunette's last name and realizes she doesn't know. She should probably learn that. "Uhm Ashley, I'm looking for Ashley."

Spencer watches as the older woman points to a set of chairs by the window. A curly haired teenage boy already occupying one of the seats. Spencer just follows the direction of the old lady's hand. She drops into a chair. Putting her board under her feet, she rolls it from side to side as she waits.

"Aren't you a little too old to skateboard?"

Spencer's eyes shift to the annoying teenage boy.

"There's no age limit to skateboarding, but there is for high school, how many times did you get left back?"

Spencer quirks a brow as the boy slouches in his seat. Her head pops up as she hears someone clear their throat. The blonde gulps at the sight in front of her. Ashley with her hair pinned up, dressed in a tight gray skirt, black button down blouse, paired with black pumps standing akimbo.

"Spencer, my office, Corey get back to class, I'd like for you to get through the rest of summer school without seeing you in my office again."

"Yes, ma'am."

Spencer and Corey stand up at the same time. They stare each other down and the brunette clears her throat again, both of them scurry away from each other to their ordered locations. Spencer enters the Ashley's office and looks around. It didn't really feel like Ashley, but then again she didn't really know Ashley. She reaches for one of the brunette's desk toys, and her hand jumps away when Ashley's closes her office door.

She turns around and smiles bashfully. "Hey, so you're a principal?"

Ashley points to the couch. She scowls as she gets pointed to somewhere again. Is talking not allowed in this building?

"I'm the Dean of Discipline."

Spencer groans in pleasure, the brunette chuckles as she pulls her guest towards the couch and takes a seat.

"That's extremely sexy, it goes well with your amazing ass." Spencer comments as she leans back against the arm rest.

"You never stop do you?" Ashley asks with a large smile.

"I could if you want me to."

"No, I don't want you to."

"Good because I don't want to." They share at each other in a disgustingly cute fashion.

"I'm actually really glad you came out. I uhm was trying to share something earlier and you got real cute and distracted me."

Spencer chuckles. "Yeah I do that sometimes, so what is this thing you want to share?"

Ashley crosses her leg and Spencer's eye glances down quickly at Ashley's change in position. This woman is clearly the epitome of sexy. What an extreme change from the woman who was in sweats in Trader Joe's who still made disheveled look sexy.

"I want to get to know the person I've been sleeping with. I know that seems like an odd request because it's been mostly a physical thing and I know being a rebound it's supposed to be void of emotion, but I'm not really like that."

Spencer breathes out a sigh of content. She keeps quiet making sure that Ashley gets to say everything that she needs to. Her eyes are trained on the brunette as she stands up and begins to pace.

"I'm not saying we have to do any coupley stuff mostly because I'm not ready to be emotionally committed to the obligations of a relationship."

Spencer quirks her brow, her lips contort with amusement. Ashley paces back and forth as she continues her spiel. The writer leans back against the sofa and watches as the Dean rambles on. It's curious how someone of such stature and poise loses it when they allow themselves to be vulnerable. Spencer licks her lips in admiration as Ashley stops in her tracks and stands with one hand on her hip.

"Are you even listening?" Attitude laces her question and the writer can't help but chuckle.

"I was and then I stopped." The blonde answers honestly as she stands up and makes her way forward.

"Nice." She releases a laugh and shakes her head. She takes a step back and Spencer tuts, her mouth hanging open in shock.

"Are you moving away from me?"

"You weren't listening," She states and takes another step back.

"So am I in trouble now Dean Ashley?"

"Davies." She corrects.

Spencer moans a little. "Dean Davies." The title rolls off her tongue smoothly.

She smirks as Ashley closes her eyes and regains her cool. The blonde takes a larger step forward, minimizing the gap between them.

"Ms…" Ashley starts.

"Carlin."

"Ms. Carlin, when I speak, you listen." Her tone is authoritative. She rests against her desk, half sitting on the edge of the desk. She crosses her arms across her chest, daring Spencer to make a move. Spencer doesn't hesitate to line up their hips, leaning her body forward, placing her hands on either side of Ashley.

"I think that you need to be a little more…" Spencer presses into Ashley seductively, "lenient."

The brunette releases a guttural moan, she swallows nervously. They stare into each other's eyes. Ashley finds her courage, answering her rebound.

"Or you just need to follow orders more closely."

"I'll do whatever you want…just this once." She adds on quickly.

"Kiss me."

Spencer obeys easily, connecting their lips. She hungrily devours Ashley and the brunette buries her hands in Spencer's hair. Spencer bites on Ashley's bottom lip, tugging on it gently. She removes her hands from the desk, gripping her hips tightly, sliding Ashley onto her desk. A stack of papers crash onto the floor, a pen holder falls flat against the desk and rolls over the edge. Its contents following the container. Ashley pulls back resting her forehead against Spencer's. Puffs of warm breath hit Spencer's lips, she steals another kiss unable to help herself.

The blonde steps back rolling her shoulders trying to settle the uproar of hormones. Ashley sits on her desk pouting.

"Don't give me that face, Spectacle Annie out there will most certainly hear you if I do what I'm thinking right now, and on a desk no less." Spencer began to pace this time.

Ashley erupts in a fit of giggles. "That's Nancy."

"Huh, well Nancy's got sass and I guarantee that you won't live down whatever happens in this office."

Ashley smirks, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth as she cocks her head to the side. She analyzes the blonde as she continues to relax the rest of her body.

"You're pretty sure of yourself aren't you?"

"Send Nancy to lunch and I'll show you why." Spencer counters and stares at the brunette, waiting for her to make a move.

She takes a minute to mull over the idea and sighs in defeat. "We can't but I want to."

Spencer shrugs then begins pacing again. "So you called me over here just to talk?"

Spencer isn't trying to insult the very hot dean as she crosses her legs, leaning further onto the desk. She swipes away a few pencils that scattered from earlier activities.

"That was my original intention yes, however, you stopped listening and that's how we got here."

"I recall the events."

"You also never told me what you thought about what you did hear."

"Ash I told you whatever you want to do I'm cool with, you're overthinking things."

"Your nonchalance makes me uncomfortable," Ashley confesses, sitting up straight, dropping her head a bit.

Spencer slowly makes her way toward Ashley, placing her hand on her propped up thigh. She gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Why?"

"I don't know what you're thinking."

"I don't think much." Spencer jokes with a small chuckle.

"I believe you think more than you let on."

"I can say the same for you. Look at me." Spencer orders gently Ashley doesn't hesitate to do so. "You can know anything you want about me, I don't have anything to hide. I know what this is and I know what you want it to be and I'm going to be honest and tell you that I'm hoping it doesn't end but wouldn't guilt you if it did. It's easy, it's fun, and it's with you. It doesn't need anything else."

Vulnerable green eyes look into reassuring blue ones. She places both her hands on Spencer's face pulling her closer.

"Thank you." She places a grateful kiss on the blonde's lips. "You're exactly what I need right now."

"Glad to be of service." Spencer looks around the office and decides that she needs a change of scenery. "You want to get out of here?"

Ashley smirks and nods in acceptance.

Ashley groans as gentle kisses float down her back. She buries her face deeper into Spencer's pillow. It smells like the blonde and it's the greatest smell in the world. She inhales deeply and intakes a sharp breath at the gentle nip on her lower back. Spencer reclaims her spot next to Ashley, leaning on her elbow, resting her head in her palm. She trails her fingers up and down the middle of Ashley's back.

"I've never had an afternoon delight," Ashley confesses as she turns onto her back. She raises the sheets over her bare chest and grabs Spencer's hand kissing the tips of her fingertips.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me."

Ashley's mouth hangs open, insulted. "That hurts."

Spencer laughs and shakes her head. "I'm just saying I think that you weren't that big of a risk taker, am I wrong?"

"Yes."

"So tell me a secret about yourself, in light of getting to know each other."

Ashley chews on her bottom lip while she thinks. "I was in a rock band in college."

Spencer's eyes widened in shock. "Shut up."

Ashley nods. "Yeah, we were pretty popular too, toured a couple of other universities in a few other states. A lot of the party schools."

"What did you play?"

"Drums."

"You just keep getting sexier."

Ashley laughs loudly. "We were called 'College Dropout', the name extremely ironic since a lot of the money we made paid for our tuition."

They share a laugh and Spencer shakes her head. "Reckless and rational."

"Probably a better band name. So you're turn. Tell me a secret."

Spencer falls onto her back, making a raspberry noise. "Let's see…what's worth telling. Ah okay… so for fun, I learned to read brail."

"What!" Ashley asks in complete shock. Spencer laughs.

"Yeah, I mean I already love to read, and I had a friend in high school who was blind and I just asked her how it was like to read braille and she told me to try for myself. So she taught me, and it literally is a whole different experience. It's like your imagination is taken into another dimension. I feel more involved in the story when I physically feel it."

Ashley stares at the blonde admiringly. "That is honestly the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

Spencer blushes pulling the blankets to cover her face. She feels Ashley grip them and pull the opposite direction.

"I'm glad you found me."

Spencer leans her head up for a kiss but before they connect she whispers. "Me too."

They get lost in one another, entering a new level of who they are and what they are. Neither of them taking into consideration what any of it meant, neither of them caring.

A soft knock jolts Spencer awake, she turns over making sure Ashley is still asleep. The brunette snoring lightly clearly tuckered out. Spencer kisses her cheek softly and moves out of the bed carefully. She pulls on a pair of shorts and finds a shirt pulling it on smoothly. She answers the door, only letting in a small crack to see who it is. She smiles sleepily as Stevi holds a beer up.

"Everyone will be here in about a half hour." Spencer drops her head forgetting about the weekly poker game. "Should I count you out for tonight?"

"No, it's cool. Just give me some time to get ready." Spencer takes the beer and tips it in Stevi's direction as a thank you. Her roommate winks at her and walks away.

Spencer walks over to the sleeping brunette and gently wakes her. She stirs and exhales slowly, Spencer turns on a lamp, the dim light filling the room enough to illuminate but not overpower.

"What time is it?" Ashley asks as she sits up, rubbing her eyes.

"Almost seven." Spencer offers Ashley and she smiles taking the bottle.

"We share drinks now?" She asks before taking a sip.

"Well I mean I eat…"

Ashley groans threateningly, a mouthful of beer, handing the blonde back the bottle. She just laughs as she stands up and grabs a shirt from her dresser, she offers it to Ashley.

"I have some friends coming over to play poker, I think you should join us."

Ashley falls quiet and reaches for her own shirt. "I think I should just go. Meeting friends…is coupley."

Spencer's arms dropped down in defeat and she just nods. "Alright, no problem. Want me to walk you home?"

Ashley smiles sadly, shaking her head. "No, I'll be fine." She gets out of the bed and begins to get dressed. "Spencer…"

Spencer waves a dismissive hand. "No need to discuss it further Ashley. We're good."

Ashley just nods and quickly gets dressed, hiding her face from Spencer's. The blonde reaches out for her and pulls the now fully clothed dean close.

"We're good." She reiterates, Ashley just nods and drops her shoulders. Spencer kisses her softly and watches as the dean leaves her room. She drops back onto the bed and finishes the last of her beer. She doesn't let the disappointment consume her as she mentally prepares to win all her friends' money.