Hey everyone, so hopefully you enjoy the switch. You'll see what I'm talking about in a second. Again thanks for taking the time to read this. I know ya'll are counting down the days. Again trying hard not to deter from my original mission which is not to let this get top emotional but me being me it's an extreme challenge. I didn't get a chance to proof this, hopefully, that doesn't deter you from reading. I apologize in advance if it does. Enjoy the read, let me know what you think.
Day 6
Spencer arches her back as Ashley brings her over the edge for the umpteenth time since she's been there. Ashley hasn't let up. Spencer's attempted several times to "return the favor" but apparently the Dean has made it her mission to prove a point. Spencer's breath hitches as Ashley finishes her off. Spencer releases a guttural moan as Ashley kisses her way up the blonde's body.
"You've outdone yourself." Spencer compliments as she opens her arms for Ashley to lie in.
Ashley chuckles lightly as she tangles her legs with Spencer's. She glides her fingers over the light dew of sweat that's collected over Spencer's chest. The blonde takes a deep breath and her eyes drift close bringing about sleep for the fourth time since her arrival. She smirks as Ashley kisses her neck.
"I thought I was insatiable." Spencer quips as she turns onto her side, looking into Ashley's eyes.
"You are. I'm just a fast learner."
Spencer grips Ashley's hip and kisses her gently. "You've been amazing and I don't want to question this change in behavior…"
"Then don't."
"Ah, but I wouldn't be a writer if I didn't question….oh shit." Spencer shoots out of bed. "Shit, shit, shit, shit."
"What's going on?" Ashley sits up quickly watching the blonde run around picking up her clothes that's been thrown around in the heat of the moment.
"I uh screwed up." Spencer pulls her phone from her pocket before slipping on her jeans. The number of missed calls and text messages makes her groan. She can feel the guilt replacing all the good Ashley's made her feel all day. She calls her best friend and grimaces as she hears the DJ yell over the other line.
"I know, I'm sorry…I lost track of time. Stevi, I'm fine. I'm sorry I missed dinner. Tomorrow night for sure. Yeah, I'll be over in a little bit, I'll tell you about it when I get there."
Spencer drops her phone on Ashley's bed and rubs her face. She looks at the very confused brunette and giggles.
"I came here earlier today to tell you that my book got picked up by my boss, who I guess is now my editor."
Ashley's eyes widen as she throws her blankets off of her. She jumps on her bed and rushes towards the blonde. Spencer's eyes dance over Ashley's extremely sexy body she quickly allows her mind to wander before she catches Ashley in her arms. She laughs heartily and spins her a little before placing her down on the ground.
"I'm so proud of you." Ashley blurts out not really thinking about what she's saying. She didn't even realize it's gotten to the point where she'd be proud of Spencer. She is, though, extremely proud.
"Thank you. So I was supposed to have dinner with everyone to celebrate, except…"Spencer points towards the bed, laughing. It quickly dies down when she sees Ashley's crestfallen face.
"I'm so sorry."
"Hey, stop. This option was so much better I swear."
"Are you sure?" Ashley asks sheepishly. She bites her bottom lip and looks into blue eyes.
"Positive."
The air shifts and they both feel it. Ashley clears her throat and takes a step back from the blonde.
"I'll let you head out. I've kept you long enough."
"You just wanted me for my body." Spencer cajoles as she finds her shirt and pulls it over her head.
"And then some." Ashley kisses her quickly. "Let me know when you get home?"
Spencer smiles softly. "You worried about my well-being?"
"Yes." She answers seriously. She leans her forehead against the blonde's.
Spencer pulls away and places a gentle kiss on Ashley's forehead. "Come to dinner with us tomorrow night."
Spencer isn't asking. Things are changing and they're not supposed to. Spencer's the rebound and if Ashley is beginning to have feelings she doesn't want it to be by default. Spencer knows they have to talk, but right now she just wants to celebrate.
Ashley looks up at her, smiling gently. She wants to protest but Spencer stops her.
"I want you to come to celebrate with us. Don't think, don't analyze, don't make excuses, just be there."
"Okay, I'd love to." Ashley doesn't show any signs of reluctance. Mostly because she doesn't have any. She does as she's told and leaves it at that.
"Good, I better get out of here. Stevi's going to whoop my ass."
"Tell her that's my job." Ashley jokes and follows Spencer out of her bedroom.
Spencer groans loving the idea of that. "I will," she says happily.
They reach the front door and Spencer holds her hand out stopping the brunette from going any further.
"Don't want people seeing…" Spencer's gaze drags up Ashley half naked. "I have a problem…sharing."
She grabs the handle on the door and opens it enough for her to scoot out. "See you later?"
Ashley just nods and watches as the blonde leaves her new apartment. She walks toward her bathroom and stares at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind instantly wanders towards the blonde that just left. She closes her eyes and shakes her head.
"This can't be happening." She mumbles before looking at her reflection again. "You're not supposed to like her. Who am I kidding? She's so hard not to like."
This is a habit the brunette has never really broken. Speaking her thoughts out loud. Things just make more sense when spoken than solely thought. She turns her shower on, letting the water warm up. She unclasps her bra, slips off her underwear before stepping over the top of her tub. She steps under the faucet lifting her face towards the rain of water.
"This can't be happening, except that it is. What the hell am I going to do? You really need to stop talking to yourself."
She places her hand on the shower wall, letting the water hit the base of her neck. Ashley sighs as she thinks about what to do, how to handle the situation at hand. How to handle the complication of all the facts. She likes Spencer, but that's not supposed to happen. Except it has. She just wishes that she had someone to talk to about this. She shared her friends with her ex-girlfriend and she's removed herself from that whole group. It had been the best thing for her. She's been alone since the break-up, aside from her family but really the closest thing she really had to anyone she would confide in is her sister, who now lives on the other side of the country.
"Are you even ready for this? I don't know, is it too quick? Very likely. It hasn't even been a week. You're thinking a lot, yeah well that's what I do."
Ashley wordlessly finishes her shower and gets ready for bed. Already a quarter to one in the morning she groans at how early she'll have to get up. She pulls the pillow adjacent to her close, inhaling deeply.
"Spencer…" She whispers before falling asleep.
A knock on her office door breaks her concentration away from her work. She absentmindedly tells whoever is at the door to come in. Her head jerks as she takes in the presence of her guest.
"Stevi?"
"Nice digs." Stevi compliments as she enters Ashley's office looking around impressed.
"Thank you…" Ashley states a little nervous, she stands up behind her desk and offers the DJ a seat. "How did you know…" Ashley has so many questions, she's not entirely sure which one to ask.
"Spencer mentioned you were a dean here…in fact she was stuck on that tidbit about you for a while. I'm pretty sure that's a major turn-on for her. Don't tell her I said that."
Stevi takes a seat and Ashley blushes at the woman's accidental confession. Ashley sits back down, pulling her chair a little further in. Her curiosity is still heightened as she waits for Stevi to explain her surprise visit.
"So…" Stevi starts, she makes herself a little more comfortable, expecting she'll be there a while. "How are you?"
"Me?" She's a little taken aback by the question. She's half expecting the threatening speech best friends are notorious for. Stevi just nods with a gentle smile. "I'm fine."
Spencer's roommate chuckles softly. "Ashley, I know I'm Spencer's best friend, but you can talk to me too. I'm not going to run and tell her everything you told me. I lock up tighter than Fort Knox."
The Dean breathes out a laugh. "I wasn't thinking that I just…"
"What?"
"I wasn't expecting this. I honestly wasn't even thinking I'd see her more than once. I didn't think and that's not me. I think about everything. In fact, I over think. If I confide in you, she isn't the only person I'd lose which is why I didn't want to get attached and yet I am. I don't even know what she did."
"She said hello." Stevi chimes in with a laugh.
"Seriously! Like what is it about her? How is she not taken?"
"You really want to know?" Ashley just nods. "She's attentive. We live in a very selfish world and we're just used to people doing things for themselves. Spencer is the most selfless person I've ever met. I guess whatever was bothering you has been outshone by her general character. She's not taken because she hasn't met anyone worth being taken by."
"That's it?" She asks with a pout, expecting some clever answer but, of course, there isn't one. Spencer is just genuinely sweet, charming, and selfless.
"That and if she were to answer you she'd tell you she's a graduate of Hogwarts and you've had a sip of love potion."
Ashley laughs shaking her head. That sounds like something Spencer would say. How she knows what the blonde would say only after six days of knowing her worries her a bit. Their laughter dies down a bit.
"Listen, Ashley. I spoke to Spencer last night which is the only reason why I'm here. I'm not going to tell you what she told me and she didn't ask me to come here. If she knew I was here this would probably be the last you ever saw of me."
"Secret's safe with me."
"Thanks, so I'm here because I know if she needed someone to talk to, then you probably did too. Now I know I'm practically a stranger, but I'm willing to listen."
Ashley looks into Stevi's soft brown eyes. She doesn't know the woman from a hole in the wall, but she trusts Spencer and Spencer trusts Stevi. She sighs, leaning back in her chair.
"I like her." Stevi smiles trying her best to hide her giddiness. "I was never trying not to, but I wasn't looking for anything serious either."
"Understandable."
"I'm still heartbroken. You question yourself a lot when you're cheated on. Was I not there enough, was I not good enough, was I not loving enough, was I never enough? For months, all I had were questions about my relationship with my ex. Then she comes up to me asking me about tangerines, after that, my questions were no longer about whether I was good enough. All I'm asking is, who is this girl and what is it about her that makes me feel again?"
Stevi smiles widely as Ashley loses herself in her rant on Spencer. Her best friend does have a way for making someone feel like they are the only person in the world. The beauty about her is that it's all genuine, there's no scheme, there's no ulterior motive, there's just Spencer
"I mean, I've told her before she's exactly what I needed right now but what if that's all it is, just right now? I don't think I could hurt her like that if it were."
"She knows your guys agreement, though." Stevi states obviously, mostly because that's what Spencer has said several times. The blonde often keeps herself in check, knowing their agreement. Should feelings arise it's not Ashley's burden to deal with.
"So she's told me, doesn't mean it doesn't bother me. The longer I stay in this thing the harder it's going to be for me to get out and then there's the notion that I won't want to get out."
Ashley sighs, aggravated with herself.
"Ashley, let me tell you a secret about Spencer. What you see is what you get, and normally that's got a negative connotation to it but not with her. She won't hold anything back, if she weren't okay with what was going on, she would tell you. If she wanted more, she would tell you and if you didn't, she wouldn't hold it against you. She's sorta good like that. I know I'm probably painting her to be this perfect saint of a woman, but she's not, she has her flaws like everyone, but she reserves them for people she knows are worth being vulnerable around."
Ashley smiles a little because she's already seen that part of the blonde. She nods in understanding
"I haven't seen a flaw yet." Ashley whines cutely.
"You have, you just haven't realized it yet." Stevi protests, "In all seriousness, though, you seem really sweet and really into my best friend, it's cute by the way."
Ashley rolls her eyes laughing. She hasn't had a friend for a while. She's kept her distance from a lot of people after the break-up. Sure, there are things that the Dean didn't share with her sex buddy's roommate but it was good to get something off her chest.
"Thanks. I think."
Stevi stands up and ruffling her pixie haircut. She yawns a bit exhausted from working the night before.
"You're coming to her party tonight right? I mean you should since you kept her from her dinner last night."
Ashley blushes. "Yes, I will."
Stevi nods and points towards the door. "I'll see you later then."
"Quick question?"
"Shoot."
"Would it be weird if I got her a present?"
Stevi smiles widely. "I think she'd love it." She begins to walk towards the door, with her hand wrapped around the handle she remembers something quickly. "By the way Ashley, you wouldn't lose me or Niko as a friend…or even Spencer for that matter. One of her flaws, she's quite stubborn. She won't bail on you regardless if you keep this up or not. I know it's really early in the game but something tells me that you're here to stay."
Ashley bows her head, accepting the invitation. She waves goodbye to her guest and gets back to work.
Ashley can hear the music pumping from the bottom of the steps. She hears her name and quickly whips her head toward the side, she smiles when Niko lightly jogs in her direction. He gives her a cheek to cheek kiss, the gesture surprising her. She quickly recovers adjusting the box in her hand. She didn't think she'd get this extravagant. She thought she'd keep it simple but when she saw it, she couldn't resist.
"Woah, you need some help with that?" He offers quickly lifting his already full hands.
Ashley giggles, shaking her head. "Are you sure you can handle another package?"
He tuts in mock offense. "Packages are my job, give it here." He orders gently.
She reluctantly hands it over, despite the fact that she just carried it a few blocks, she lets Niko tap into his manliness and follows him up the stairs. She marvels at how easy it is for him to balance the three bags of ice and Spencer's gift in his hands. Niko isn't an overly large guy. In fact, he's pretty tiny, like a sprite, very skinny, small but has a lot of energy. He makes it to the top of the stairs easily and kicks the door as a form of a knock.
Ashley stands on the step below Niko. She watches as he adjusts the gift resting on his shoulder.
"Too heavy?" She asks with teasing him a little bit.
He chuckles shaking his head. "Nope…I'm just realizing what it is."
Ashley's mouth drops a little then it purses as she stares at him. "You don't know what it is." She states a little nervous.
He laughs a little harder. "I've delivered a few of these. Pretty fancy…"
Ashley squints at the messenger. He erupts in laughter. Ashley rolls her eyes. How long does it take to answer a door? As if Niko had been thinking the same thing, he kicks a little harder.
"You think?" She asks quickly referring to her gift.
"Yeah, but in a good way. She's going to love it." She opens her mouth again to ask one last question trying to beat whoever is going to answer the door. If it ever does happen but Niko stops her, already knowing what the question is. "It's definitely not too much. In my opinion."
She smiles bashfully nodding her appreciation. She sighs and leans against the banister. The door finally swings open, Ashley gasps as she catches a glimpse of the blonde. Red solo cup in hand, her black framed glasses perched perfectly on her nose, her usually wavy hair straight, a little makeup adding to her beauty. She doesn't need to exaggerate anything to accentuate her good looks, she just is. Black skinny jeans, and a t-shirt that quoted the movie Bridesmaids, "Help me I'm poor." Ashley smirks at the shirt knowing the movie well. She's noticed Spencer has a thing for graphic tees. She keeps that fact in mind. Ashley loses herself in checking out the blonde she doesn't notice Niko has already entered the apartment. She snaps out of it when Spencer takes a step-down and faces the zoned out Dean.
"Hi." She croaks out, her voice is raspy, there's a lot of heat radiating off of the blonde, and there's a faint scent of alcohol coming off her breath.
It would normally be an offsetting thing but Ashley can't lie, she finds everything sexy about the blonde. Even the simplicity of her outfit is sexy and comforting. Two characteristic traits that wouldn't normally be put together, yet somehow Spencer has found away.
"Hey." Ashley greets taking a step closer to the woman of the hour.
"I missed you today." Spencer confesses throwing Ashley off a bit.
She smiles a bit. "How much have you had to drink?"
Ashley asks with a light laugh, chalking up the revelation to the intake of liquid courage.
"Not enough to make you think that I'd need it to tell you something I'd tell you in any setting."
Ashley's stomach flips as she closes her eyes getting ready for Spencer's lips to connect to hers. The moment cut off when the door opens again, the music littering into the stairwell.
"Spencer get your cute ass in here, we're toasting your book. Ashley." Stevi throws a wink at the brunette.
"We already did that." Spencer shouts back laughing.
"Yeah but Ashley missed that one. Come on, ya'll can make out later."
"Stevi!" Spencer shouts, acutely annoyed. The DJ is not paying any attention as she bolts back into the house. "Sorry."
"It's okay. She's right. We can make out later." Ashley concurs as she links her fingers with the writer's and leads her into the apartment.
The body count catches her a little off guard. Spencer feels her body tense a bit and pulls her close, whispering in her ear.
"Don't worry, you'll be by my side the whole night you don't have to talk to anyone." Spencer finishes that with a gentle kiss against the brunette's ear.
"A toast!" Shouts Stevi getting decent volume over the music. Spencer shakes her head as she mixes a drink for Ashley. She blindly raises her half empty cup as she pours a splash of Vodka in Ashley's cup.
"To Spencer and her badass story!" The DJ shouts.
"You haven't even read it yet!" She interjects with a laugh, handing Ashley her drink.
"I don't have to! Cheers!" Stevi shouts as she lifts her cup and the small crowd shouts 'cheers' in unison taking a hearty sip of whatever is in their cups.
When Spencer finishes her sip she leans into Ashley and asks. "Can I kiss you in front of all these people?"
Ashley's cheeks get hot, both from the mix of liquor and the rush of flattery that fills her body at Spencer's question. She doesn't answer with words though as she slips her hand around the back of Spencer's neck, pulling her into a heated kiss.
"So this must be her!"
They break apart abruptly, Spencer groans only loud enough for Ashley to hear. Spencer keeps her body against the Dean's not wanting to be far away from her. Ashley places a gentle kiss on Spencer's neck and nuzzles into the blonde's side as Spencer wraps an arm around her shoulder.
"Yes." Spencer answer proudly.
"Who am I?" Ashley asks thoroughly confused as she looks between Spencer and this strange woman.
"Oh, you don't know? You're her muse."
"What?" Ashley asks in complete shock.
Spencer blushes and just nods affirming the identity of her muse.
"Well, I suspect a toast is due to you as well."
"Jess, don't please." Spencer pleads trying to keep her now editor from embarrassing the girl she's become very fond of.
Jess nods bashfully, feelings a little embarrassed that she made her new writer uncomfortable. She points towards the crowd and mumbles something about mingling.
"Who was that?" Ashley asks confused but slightly less embarrassed than she thought she would be.
She's usually a lot better at this. The whole meeting people. She's a dean. She sits with parents. Meets with board members, alumni that date back to before she even graduated high school, but it's just something about Spencer, makes her giddy. If anyone told her that she would roll her eyes at them.
"That's my boss slash new editor. She used to have a thing for me." Spencer tells her smoothly, putting her cup against her mouth biting the rim of it cutely.
"Did you have a thing for her?" She asks bravely, hiding behind her red cup. She smirks at the raised brow from her counterpart.
This is the second time she's shown a hint of jealousy. In all fairness, she was cheated on but for some reason her insecurity with Spencer isn't at the level she expected it to be. She contemplates why that is and forgets that she's asked Spencer a question.
"No, I did not." She tells her matter of factly, a little bit of pride bleeding through.
Spencer pulls her arm gently, forcing Ashley's head to lean towards her mouth.
"Let's get out of here."
Ashley giggles and turns her face, making Spencer's lips brush against her cheek.
"This is your party."
"The only person I wanted to show up is here, everyone else is occupied."
Spencer drops her arms heavily to her sides. She pouts obnoxiously, her brows furrow and she whimpers. Her mind flashes back to the dinner she had with Spencer and her friends and how she is the most out of the three of them. She can only imagine the other two. Ashley gives the blonde a pointed look.
"We can have our own celebration later, but your friends threw this party because they're proud of you. I'm proud of you. So you're going to be a good woman of honor and stick this thing out."
"Fine." She whines and allows Ashley to link their fingers together and pulls her further into the small crowd that's taking up space in Spencer's apartment.
If the blonde didn't want to be there, there was no way of knowing. She put on a good face, talked with excitement, she greeted everyone, thanked everyone and through it all made sure that Ashley had been comfortable the whole time. She introduced the brunette as if she were a normal person in her life, not a special circumstance. Ashley watches the blonde with admiration, the way she spoke, the way she intently looked into each person's eyes as she spoke. Ashley can tell that attentiveness is just who Spencer is. She never made any of her guests feel like they were a nuisance even if Ashley knew that the writer would prefer it just be the two of them.
Ashley's grateful to her rebound for never making her feel out of place. The gentle touches on her lower back, the way Spencer would brush her fingers would brush against Ashley's, the gentle squeezes on her shoulder when she switched sides, and she had to hide a smirk several times at the subtle ass grabs. It's hard to not to compare people. In fact, it's nearly impossible. However, Ashley couldn't help but manage to compare her feelings with Spencer to her feelings with Heather.
Even in the early stages, it wasn't like this. It was simple and easy, yes, but there was no passion. Ashley always made the excuse that passion is something that grew over time. She admits that she was definitely wrong the minute Spencer grabbed the hem of her tank. That first night was amazing, and it's only grown with intensity with each passing day.
She and Heather had been together for a little over two years, introduced through a mutual friend. That mutual friend shouldn't have introduced them and insinuated a relationship if she had feelings for her. That mutual friend probably shouldn't have slept with Heather. It hurt, hurt to know that two people Ashley had been close to were playing her for a fool. This is the first time she's thought about it in Spencer's presence. The blonde had always been amazing at allowing her mind to wander on other things. Three months after the mishap, Ashley moved out of their apartment tired of the memories that floated through them. All the fake laughs the bounced against the walls, and the movies watched in the living room. Ashley had been disillusioned for so long, so caught in her work, in making Heather happy but Heather never returning the gesture. Sometimes when you're in something bad for so long you're holding onto the hope that it'll get better. Heather just did Ashley the favor in proving that it wasn't going to.
Ashley drops her head, excusing herself from Spencer's conversation with Bishop. The blonde quickly turns her head ignoring whatever Bishop had been saying. She tightens her grip on Ashley's hand. The brunette just shakes her head and walks towards the bar. Spencer watches intently as the Dean makes herself a drink, she's about to excuse herself before she feels a grip on her shoulder.
"I got it." Stevi says before she follows the brunette. She takes a quick step toward her newest friend. "Hi."
Ashley slowly turns her head and gives a weak smile.
"Hey, great party."
"Thank you." Stevi leans against the makeshift bar, which is originally the island that's usually in the kitchen, leaned up against the wall. "You okay?"
Ashley finishes mixing her drink which is just a plain cranberry and vodka. She like's Spencer's drink better.
"Yeah, I just had a moment."
Stevi just nods and places a gentle hand on Ashley's forearm. "We're here if you need anything."
"Why?" Ashley asks quickly, she sounds ungrateful and she quickly tries to apologize, but her curiosity gets the better of her common sense and continues to speak for her. "You don't even know me, I might be a nut job and you wouldn't even know."
"Well you live in New York so chances of you being a nut job are relatively high, and in that case, you're a very well preserved nut job and got us all fooled, so really it's your fault for taking us the victims." Ashley smirks. "It's alright to take a chance sometimes Ashley."
Ashley's eyes quickly dart to Spencer approaching. She looks back at Stevi and the DJ just shrugs cheekily.
"Hey, you okay?" Ashley just nods as Spencer gently rubs her arm. The brunette nods confidently. "Bishop was asking for you," Spencer informs her roommate the girl blushes and excuses herself.
Ashley and Spencer watch as Stevi approaches Bishop and they awkwardly try to start a conversation.
"They're cute." Spencer states with a chuckle.
"Not as cute as us." She says not skipping a beat, not trying to recover either.
Spencer quickly jumps on and says, "Oh definitely not as cute as us. What are you drinking?"
Ashley shows the drink and Spencer scrunches her face.
"Lame, want something different?"
The brunette cutely answers. "Yes, please." She shows her teeth in a wide smile and watches as the blonde mixes a drink together. She isn't sure what the girl is making, but she'll take a chance anyway.
The party dies down a couple hours later. People departing with a final 'congratulations.' Niko ushers the last of the non-elite group out and drops onto the armchair.
"That was awesome," He comments as his feet dangle over the edge of the chair and he finishes up his beer.
Bishop lifts his beer bottle in agreement, Stevi nestled in his side. They've made serious progress aside from the excuse for a conversation that the started with. Ashley leans her head on Spencer's shoulder while she sits comfortably on her lap. She tried to grab a chair, but the blonde stated that her lap is way more suited for her amazing ass. She sighs as she watches the friends interact and joke around, Spencer gently drawing circles on her thigh. She couldn't be more content if she tried.
"Ashley I put the thing in Spencer's room." Niko nods his head in the direction of the blonde's personal space.
Spencer quickly perks up, a lot tipsier than when the party started. "What thing? You got me a thing? I want the thing, give me the thing."
"That's what she said," Bishop says in typical frat boy fashion.
The group erupts in laughter. The alcohol making simple things funnier than they really are.
"Yes, there is a thing that I got you."
Spencer scoops her up and stands up slowly. A combination of a head rush and alcohol isn't the greatest.
"We're out," Spencer announces unnecessarily as she carefully carries Ashley the short distance to her bedroom.
"Seriously do you lift or something?" Ashley quips as she's carried off.
"Use protection!" Niko shouts as Spencer kicks the door closed. Ag
Ashley looks up at the blonde as she's gently laid onto the bed. She silently wishes the blonde would be a bit rougher. She tugs the bottom of the blonde's tank, as she bites her bottom lip and stares into her blue eyes. They were half lidded with acute drunkenness, it was sort of cute.
"I'm so happy you're here," Spencer said with a drunken smile. She positions her body over the brunette's, holding her body up easily.
"I'm happy I'm here too." She responds cheerfully, she guides the blonde down as she closes the gap between them.
Spencer inhales deeply as she kisses the brunette. Ashley fights the urge to keep the blonde going but the excitement for her to open the gift trumps it. When she pulls away she smirks at the blonde's whimper.
"I really want you to open your gift."
"The thing?" Spencer asks in a whisper like it's a big secret.
Ashley nods and mimics Spencer's volume. "The thing. Which I think Niko knows what it is, by the…"
"Size of the box," Spencer says rolling off Ashley. The brunette turns on her side and watches as Spencer rubs her eyes with the bottom of her palm. She lifts one leg up and stretches to untie her shoe. "Yeah, that's his party trick."
Ashley giggles as she watches the girl next to her try and grab her laces. "Party trick?"
She sits up and grabs Spencer's haphazardly swinging leg. She unties the lace and pulls her shoe off, dropping it off the side of the bed. Spencer takes a deep breath and just nods lifting her other shoe covered foot towards the Dean. Ashley doesn't question just repeats her previous actions.
"He's weird like that…" Spencer continues, taking forever to explain. "He says it's because he's done the delivery thing for so long and knows how things are shaped and how heavy they are, stuff like that. After about three years of birthday and Christmas gifts, Stevi and I gave up properly wrapping them because he always guessed it before he even opened it. He takes the fun out of gift giving."
Spencer slowly sits up. She runs her hand through her hair. The brunette smiles softly at her. "You're drunk."
Spencer squints and tries to hold her index finger and thumb a reasonable distance to replicate "just a pinch" but ends up keeping them closed. "Only like a little, minuscule, minute, tiny, baby, little bit."
Ashley tries to stifle a laugh, impressed with the amount of words it took Spencer to say 'small.' "You're so cute, I can't even handle it."
Spencer shrugs and points to the neatly wrapped box that's sitting on her desk." Is that my thing?"
"Mhm."
She squeals excitedly as she crawls over her pillows and reaches for it. She tries to lift it with one hand but whimpers.
"It's too heavy."
"You just seriously carried me into the room and you can't lift that."
"My arms are spaghetti." She lifts her tired arms up and jiggles them weakly. "You stole all their strength. You're a strength stealer."
"Am I now?"
"Yes…you make me weak." Spencer stares at the brunette accusingly and points at her. "You know what I mean?"
Ashley pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and lets it slide out slowly as she soaks in what Spencer's saying to her. The blonde had been drinking but so had Ashley, she had stopped over an hour though and had several cups of water since then. She isn't completely sober, but she's not at the level that Spencer's at in this moment.
"I know what you mean because you make me weak too."
"I know." Spencer answers with a smile and Ashley just rolls her eyes as she reaches over and picks up the gift sitting it between the two of them. It bounces a little on the mattress.
Spencer looks down at the blue wrapper with white polka dots, a silver ribbon to add to the décor. She admires it, then looks up at Ashley, seeking permission.
"Well go ahead," She orders softly.
Spencer rips off a small piece of the wrapper and pulls her little black notebook from her back pocket. She slips it in between the pages not really noticing where it rests. She returns the book in its normal spot. Pulling the bow off Ashley couldn't stop looking at Spencer's hands as the unwrapped her gift.
Her mind races. What if she doesn't like it? What if it's too much? What if it's too sentimental? Are they not at a level where they should be sentimental with one another? Is she going to read too much into the gift? Am I reading too much into the gift? Should I have given her something different? All these questions swirl Ashley's mind until she is brought back by the gentle gasp. Every bit of doubt that this gift had been too much quickly dissipates as she watches Spencer's face. Ashley did good. She smirks knowing that if she said that out loud Spencer would've corrected. However, right now Spencer is at a loss for words.
"I…This…Oh, Ashley."
Spencer swallows thickly and pulls the black typewriter out of the brown box. The packaging alone proves it's not a modern piece. It wasn't something Ashley just picked up from a chain store. The thought went into this, it has character.
"Do you like it?" She asks stupidly but hearing it makes giving it that much more meaningful.
"Ashley, I love it."
Spencer grazes her fingers over the key-top. She presses down on the 'S' and smiles at the click it makes as the lever swings the type hammer up. She raises her hand up and brushes a tear away with her knuckle.
"It's not too fancy is it?"
Spencer looks up at her gift from to the giver. "It's amazing, it's…it's me." Ashley smiles softly, sighing in relief. "I really want to play with this right now."
They share a small laugh.
"I wouldn't mind. The man at the shop said you'd just need paper and you can go right ahead. Ugh, I should've gotten you some, I didn't even…"
"Don't you do that…do not belittle what you just gave me because you didn't get the accessories. This is the greatest gift I've ever received. Honestly. Nothing can top this. We'll go and grab some tomorrow. It can be a fun little adventure for us, I'm sure tons of places sell typewriting paper."
Ashley erupts into laughter. Spencer gets up and carefully lifts the typewriter from the bed and positions it neatly in the middle of her desk. She holds her thumbs against each other and frames the typewriter to make sure it's in the center.
"Perfect," She comments with an affirmative nod. Turning on her heels, she looks at the Dean. "You're perfect."
"Am not." Ashley mumbles looking down at the covers. She hears as the box and wrapping get moved off the bed. The mattress shifts as Spencer crawls onto it, straddling Ashley's crossed legs.
"Don't argue with me. I'm the woman of honor."
Ashley points to the clock in Spencer's room. "You haven't been for the woman of honor for over two hours now."
"Had to go and get technical. Now you're gonna get it."
Ashley moans. "Promise?"
"Threat." Spencer pushes Ashley back and the brunette feels her insides flip. She loves this version of Spencer. She tightens the bottom of her stomach to control the heat that's flooding down between her thighs. "Thank you for my present Ashley."
The brunette doesn't get a chance to response as Spencer deeply kisses her. Ashley knows that Spencer is giving her a taste of what her tongue plans to do as she gently slips it into her mouth. Getting her tongue gently massaged by Spencer's. She moans at how good feels, this girl is really good at blowing her mind. She'd toast to that anytime.
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