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Day 8
Ashley drops her head to the side tiredly. A heavy flash of lightning filling the room. Her body is extremely heavy, her mind flashes to Spencer's body on top of hers. The writhing, the moaning, the gentleness, the passionate kisses and the whispered compliments.
"You're so beautiful…I love how good you feel against me…You taste so good…I love how wet you get for me…"
Everything Spencer had whispered had been a constant turn on for the brunette. Ashley smiles softly as Spencer sleeps soundly. She reaches for her phone and notices the time. A few minutes past one, she puts her phone back on the end table and goes to wrap her arm around Spencer's naked body. The pair of them completely naked opting to forget about clothes knowing they'd just get in the way later.
Ashley couldn't wrap her head around the request she had made. Make love to me. Could it have been possible that in such a short amount of time things have escalated to that level? Making love isn't just sex. It's not just about the physical release it's about the emotional connection. When did it stop being one and become the other? Ashley puts the question to bed for the time being in her mind.
Spencer moans at the gentle kisses on her cheek.
"Wanna go again?" She asks tiredly.
Ashley chuckles as she pulls Spencer into her arms. "No, I'll let you recuperate."
Spencer yawns obnoxiously. "I'm good, I swear."
"You're more than good. I just wanted to give you a kiss."
"Well, you know how riled up I get with your kisses."
"Just mine?" Ashley quips.
She hears Spencer take a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Just yours."
Spencer nestles her face in Ashley's neck, giving it a soft kiss. "I didn't mean to make it like where I was trying to find out if turned you on more than other women."
"You do, though," She answers tiredly.
"I wonder why."
"Because of how I feel about you," Spencer answers before falling back asleep.
"How's that?" Ashley asks curiously but then notices the slow steady breaths coming from the sleeping blonde.
Ashley just buries her fingers in Spencer's hair. The silkiness of it gliding smoothly through her fingers.
Ashley smiles as she thinks about everything that's happened in the last twelve hours. The kisses, the laughing, the teasing, the touches, whispered conversations and the memorable shower they shared before falling asleep. She should be more cautious but it doesn't seem to be a face of action the brunette is taking. If she isn't going to be cautious for herself, she'll have to be for Spencer. The first thing she'd have to do is admit to herself first that this is no longer a rebound. Feelings are involved, feelings from both of them and if this is the case. They need a fair shot.
Ashley slips the spatula underneath the cooking pancake and turns it over skillfully. She looks up as she hears footsteps coming out of Spencer's room. She smiles at the blonde and her adorable bed head.
"Morning," She greets mid yawn. Spencer walks around the small island where Ashley's prepping breakfast.
"Morning gorgeous," Ashley responds.
Spencer snorts and walks over to the brunette, kissing her slowly. "Are you cooking me breakfast?"
"I am." She answers excitedly and realizes that this may not have been okay to rummage through her cupboards. "Is that alright?"
Spencer laughs and nods as she opens a cabinet and grabs a mug. Ashley grabs the coffee and pours the blonde a cup.
"It's alright if your breakfast is good."
Erupting in laughter Ashley goes back to her pancake. She feels the blonde stand behind her. Resting in the embrace of one arm encircling her from behind she feels Spencer release a heavy sigh.
"We're gonna have to talk aren't we?"
Ashley drops her head back against Spencer's shoulder, nodding reluctantly.
"Can we hold off just a little longer?"
"After breakfast?" She asks hesitantly.
"How about after dinner tomorrow night?"
Ashley turns around looking at Spencer. "Like a date?" She asks completely unsure.
They've eaten together before but Spencer's never asked her out properly. Not in advanced like this.
"Yes, like a date. I would love to take you out and properly woo you."
Spencer takes a step back, leaning against the wooden island. Ashley turns to take the pancake off the stove, turning it off she walks around the blonde to put the final pancake on the high pile. She puts the spatula in the sink trying to keep herself busy while she tried her best to think this through.
"Ashley." Spencer stops the brunette from rushing to the next agenda on her breakfast surprise. She places her hand on the brunette's flat stomach. "Is your silence a bad thing?"
"No, not really. I'm not sure."
Spencer smirks, nodding slightly.
"If I had met you all over again today for the first time and I said, hey you're extremely beautiful and I'd really like to take you to dinner. You'd say…"
"I'm dealing with a bad breakup and I don't think I'm ready yet,"Ashley answers flatly.
Spencer just nods and takes a sip of her coffee. "Fair enough." She points at the pancakes and smiles softly. "All these for me?"
"Spencer."
"Ashley its fine, I took a shot and you were honest."
Ashley can feel her heart constrict, she wanted to explain herself but the blonde clearly has shut down. Flaw number three. Spencer begins to pile pancakes onto her plate and grabs some fruit, sprinkling powdered sugar on both contents of her plate. Ashley watches as the blonde looks around the rest of the table seeing what else she would want to eat. Ashley takes the stool next to her counterpart and stares at her. Several seconds later Spencer turns her head slowly, strawberry in her mouth.
"What?"
"So that's it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Spencer…"
The blonde rolls her eyes. "I asked you on a date, you said no, and you want me to explain why I'm not pressing this?"
"I didn't say no, you asked me if I met you today for the first time what would I say? That's what I'd say."
"Ashley don't play with my feelings." Spencer pleads gently.
"Feelings?"
"Ash…"
The brunette sighs. "I don't want this to be over but I also want to date you. We've spent a lot of time together in the last week and I know our talk will lead to…"
"Ashley." Spencer interrupts. "Eat some pancakes, they're delicious. While you eat delicious pancakes, think about what time you want me to pick you up."
"So it wouldn't have mattered if I really said no," She asks with a small laugh.
Spencer shoves a forkful of pancakes into her mouth. She just shrugs, chewing happily. "It would have if I knew you really didn't want to go but you do, so I'm going to take your inner conflict as a personal obstacle. These really are delicious."
Spencer compliments before shoving another forkful in her mouthful. Ashley looks away bashfully.
"I'm glad you like them."
"Mhm," She responds heartily making the brunette laugh.
"Can I ask you a question that will probably just confuse the situation more?"
"Sure."
"Would all our fights end as civil as this?"
Spencer takes a sip of her coffee, washing down the fluffy pancakes. She wipes her mouth and gives her full attention to the Dean.
"Didn't realize we were fighting but no. They wouldn't. I can hold a grudge. I also can charm myself out of a lot of trouble. I hate, absolutely hate being wrong and if we ever got to a point where we had an argument that wasn't solved with my wit they wouldn't end civilly. I can yell, scream, lash out like any normal person. It would also depend on who is wrong."
"If I were wrong?"
Spencer smiles. "If you were wrong, I'd just need a sweet simple sentimental gesture. Like a new journal or a book. The more thoughtful the better. However, that typewriter leaves you in my good graces for at least a year. That's some serious leverage. I really do love it."
Shrug. "I saw you in it," She answers sheepishly.
She watches as Spencer grabs her a plate and piles a couple pancakes on it. "Seriously, you need to eat these pancakes they're amazing."
Spencer places the plate before Ashley. Turning in her seat a bit she watches as the brunette pours syrup. Ashley takes a bite and chuckles as Spencer prods a response from her as if she weren't the one who made them.
"They are delicious."
"I told you. Now, I can feel more questions on your mind and because somehow I just know you." Ashley blushes slightly as she munches on a blueberry. "So do you want to spend an afternoon asking questions back and forth on anything?"
"I thought that's what dates are for?"
"Not my dates," She answers smarmily.
"And what do your dates accomplish?"
"You're not ready for that answer."
"Try me."
"You're seriously not, though," Spencer states again grabbing another couple of pancakes. "What the hell are in these things?!"
"Crack."
Spencer bursts out into laughter. "Oh my goodness…" Spencer chokes out. She tries to contain herself but laughs harder. "That's the greatest thing I've ever heard."
She looks at the brunette as she chews, pride dripping off her from the joke she just made. Spencer dabs at her eyes, wiping the small tear that formed.
"That's funny…you're funny." Spencer comments.
"I can be funny!" Ashley shouts in mild offense.
"Yes, you can be. The last funny thing you told me was about the tangerines. Which I'm totally stealing by the way. It was cute."
"You caught me off guard."
"I can say the same for you."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, I just went to people watch and left with so much more. "
Ashley looks down bashfully. "You give me more credit than I'm worth."
"I don't believe that for a second. Let's finish up and then I suggest a very hot make-out session and the questioning shall begin."
Ashley agrees with the plans and they continue with their breakfast. Shooting flirtatious glances at one another. They were sickeningly cute and Ashley tries to compare herself and Spencer to the writer's characters. As they get lost in the motions of the morning Ashley tries her best to come up with all the questions she'd want to ask the blonde. Knowing that this would probably be the last time she'd get to ask for a while. She tries to lose herself in the moment, the way they move around the kitchen together, enjoying the subtle touches from the blonde. She notices that Spencer likes doing that a lot as if its gentle reminder that she's around. Ashley's trying to figure out if the reminder is for her or for Spencer.
Ashley drops onto the couch and kicks her legs up to rest onto the coffee table. She drops her head against the back of the sofa waiting for Spencer. Momentarily the blonde approaches with a pint of ice cream and two spoons.
"It's ten in the morning," Ashley claims, giving off a little laugh in disbelief.
"I don't let the time of day dictate what I eat. If there was cold pizza in the fridge I would've eaten that for breakfast."
"Over my pancakes?" Her brows quirks.
"Only thing I'd eat over your pancakes is you." Spencer throws back gingerly as she buries her spoon in her mango ice-cream, scooping a decent size to eat.
Ashley shakes her head. Spencer repositions herself on the couch, sitting with one leg tucked under the other, facing the brunette, and waits patiently.
"What?"
"You first."
"Questions?" Spencer just nods. "I thought we were making out first?" Ashley states teasingly, mocking Spencer's schedule for the day.
"You'll like it better if I taste like mango." The writer smirks, a little proud of herself of all the good jabs she's getting in. Ashley knows full well that it's playful banter, she's just not as good at is as Spencer.
"You did taste really good that night." Ashley has a certain inflection in her voice and her own hidden message makes her stomach twinge. She mentally scolds her abdomen, telling it to get a grip. She just had sex last night. Pace yourself.
Ashley goes to grab the extra spoon sitting in the ice-cream, the blonde pulls it away a little.
"It's ten in the morning," She shouts in mock horror.
"Shut up," They share a laugh but as Ashley tries to grab the spoon again the blonde holds the frozen dessert back. "Spence," she whines.
The blonde only dips her spoon into the pint, scooping some up and feeding it to the brunette. Ashley slowly wraps her lips around the spoon, gently sliding the treat off and sits back letting it melt in her mouth. She notices Spencer admiring her and she looks down shyly. She's not entirely sure how long she'd be shy around Spencer, but there are these moments where it's as if Spencer makes Ashley feel like it's the first time she's ever experienced anything. That's a really good quality to have in a partner. The ability to make life feel brand new, even twenty years down the road. There's comfort in the familiar, excitement in the newness. It surprised Ashley that even in that short span of time Spencer had the ability to make her feel both comfort and excitement. Let's be honest, a week is not long enough time for something to be familiar but that's how Spencer makes Ashley feel.
Ashley holds her mouth open for another spoonful and the blonde services her quickly. When it dissolves enough in her mouth she asks. "So the other spoon was just for show?"
"It doesn't have to be," Spencer responds, leaning the pint towards her friend, shaking the carton making the utensil shake a little.
"No," Ashley whines cutely making Spencer smile. She opens her mouth slightly and the writer diligently feeds her. As Ashley noms on the dessert, she turns her body so she can face Spencer. Their knees brush against one another and the blonde shivers.
"I give you the chills?"
"Yes, you do." Spencer smirks and leans over to put the ice-cream on the coffee table. "You know I always find it entertaining that you don't think you have an affect on me."
"I don't know, you have this air about you that makes me feel like you're never scathed by anything."
Spencer shrugs. "I guess it's because my ability to take anything seriously is practically nonexistent. That's probably why it seems like that but things do."
"Like?"
"Nope, my turn."
"What! I didn't even ask a question."
"You asked about the chills. So my turn."
"Ugh, fine. Your turn." Ashley drops back against the arm of the chair. She untucks her legs, slips one foot between the couch and Spencer's side, the other in Spencer's lap. Spencer wraps her hands around her foot and massages it gently.
"Thank you! So why a Dean of Discipline?"
Ashley smirks, "You really like that huh?"
"Ashley it's the sexiest title ever. It's sexier than a doctor than a cop, your job is literally making sure people stay on their best behavior."
Ashley throws her head back laughing. She slides her butt further down, getting more comfortable.
"I appreciate the access I have. I know that as a Dean of Discipline the ones who end up in my office are often the ones who need to be heard the most. I love teens, I love that transition of self-discovery. The world loves to make them think they don't know who they are. I just like to remind them they already have some idea. Did that take the sexy out of it?"
Spencer lifts her chin up a little as she thinks. "Not in the slightest." Spencer moans making Ashley smile.
She nudges her foot trying to get her attention. "Okay so, where'd you learn how to cook?"
"My dad. When he knew I wanted to move he told me that he didn't want me surviving on canned soup, so we spent my entire senior year cooking dinner together every night."
"That's so sweet. The simplicity suits you. Well, he did a fantastic job teaching you."
"He was clearly slacking on the pancakes department." Ashley giggles and waits for Spencer to ask her next question. "Why'd you call me?"
Ashley's eyes widen in surprise. That conversation definitely taking a turn to something a little more serious. She wishes it were a little more unsettling because that would mean she's being cautious. She completely passed the cautious stage anticipation way too high.
"I thought you'd ask about pancakes. In all honesty, I spent the entire afternoon staring at my phone. You were really cute, I had a really great time just shopping with you and we only had just met. It was like I knew you my whole life. You provided a comfort I didn't know I was missing. Also, you were really sexy. So really my curiosity got the better of me and I'm glad it did."
"As am I. Okay your turn, make it a good one."
Ashley pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and it pops back out when a question comes to mind. "What does going on a date with you accomplish?" The very same question she asked earlier resurfaces. The topic had really infiltrated her mind.
"Pick another one." Spencer orders blankly.
"No, that's my question." Ashley shrugs her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest. She isn't budging.
Spencer growls and squeezes Ashley's foot. "Trust me when I say you're not ready for that answer."
"I do trust you, trust me when I say I'm not as fragile as you think I am."
Spencer inhales deeply and stares hard into green eyes like she's trying to telepathically measure how strong Ashley really is.
"Fine, but I warned you."
Ashley smiles a little excited for the answer. She sits up straight, her heart pounding with anticipation. A part of her is worried that Spencer can hear the heartbeat from where she sits. Is that even possible? Pay attention Ashley. Green eyes focus on Spencer's mouth as her lips tremble from the raspberry that is made as she blows air out.
"So normally dates are meant to allow people to get to know each other and see if they're suited for one another, then they become serious. Typically that's what they're meant to do." Spencer takes a deep breath, she's nervous. Ashley tilts her head to the side. "I don't ask to date anyone that doesn't suit me already. For me dates aren't the trial and error process. If I ask to date you…it's because I want you to fall in love with me."
The air between them completely silent. Fall in love with Spencer? The possibility, if Ashley were honest with herself, inevitable. The possibility, even this early, inviting. Of course, Ashley has thought about it, fantasized about it, and done her best to ignore it, but the more she stares at the girl in front of her the more the idea of falling in love with her doesn't seem so scary. Then a thought occurred to her.
"I thought you've never been in love?" Ashley interrupts, her heart pounding even more than before.
"I haven't but doesn't mean the girls I've been with haven't been in love with me," Spencer says letting her head drop. "I'm trying to explain this without sounding manipulative, bear with me?"
Ashley just nods, her intrigue guiding her patience. Spencer clears her throat and the brunette smirks as the blonde gets up from the couch and begins to pace. She finds it extremely adorable how the blonde processes. She knows that the writer is taking this situation serious by how much she's pacing.
"No, I've never been in love but I've wanted to. I want to. Ashley, please don't make me." The blonde whines.
Ashley's eyes bore into the blonde. Is this too heavy? They can't avoid it anymore, though, the chemistry undeniable, the sex insatiable, and the feelings incomparable but very real. Ashley looks away from the blonde mustering up the courage.
"Spencer, you can tell me."
"But I don't wanna. We just had one of these last night."
"Think of it as a growing experience."
"I'd rather be stunted."
"It'd be harder to lift me when you're stunted and I know that turns you on as much as it does me." Ashley quirks a brow waiting for Spencer to counter.
Spencer huffs. She shakes out her hair hoping to relieve some tension. "My goodness, you're determined." She lets out a chuckle.
"Only with things that mean a lot to me."
"So a date with me means a lot to you?"
"You mean a lot to me," She confesses a little surprised. This is insane, it's unheard of, it's risky but it feels so right.
Ashley stands up, stopping Spencer's pacing. She gives the blonde an apologetic look. "Hi."
Spencer breathes out a laugh and blushes. "Hey."
She leans forward and captures her lips in a gentle lip lock. "I'm all ears." She squeezes Spencer's forearms supportively and drops back onto the couch.
"Fine but I get five requests and or questions in a row." Spencer points a warning finger.
Ashley bows her head accepting the offer with no negotiation.
"I like you." Spencer starts and Ashley's mouth twitches into a small smile. That's the first time that's ever been said between them. Ashley's told Stevi but they haven't said it to each other. Of course Spencer's the first one. She's the braver one, even in this circumstance, though Ashley is calming the blonde down she definitely didn't see herself admitting her feelings this soon, even if they were there.
Spencer laughs at herself. She shakes her head, scratching her forehead. "I can't believe this is happening."
"You could've explained and given me your requests by now." Ashley tone light and teasing, trying to take away the pressure of what is a very heavy conversation.
Spencer squints at the woman on her couch. "You're the worst. So yeah I like you and I want you to fall in love with me because I can see myself falling in love with you. I'm not saying I'm in love with you now because I'm not that lesbian but I also won't ignore the truth or reality of how intense things are. I don't like to waste time when I feel something. That goes with everything. I didn't waste time talking to you that day in Trader Joe's. I didn't waste time getting your number. I didn't waste time when you texted me that night to come over. I didn't waste time having you writhe under me. I don't waste time with things I want and I want you. I want you to fall in love with me. So I asked you out because I know I can be attentive, I can be caring, I can be everything you want and need because I want to be. So when I asked you out, it is to fall in love with me because it's what I want with you. I made myself a promise when it came to me pursuing someone. That if I made the effort to pursue them I would make sure it was real, emotions aren't a game. People's feelings aren't a game and I guess I've just realized that more, the older I got. My past relationships were great sure and I cared for and loved them but I know because I didn't go after them the way I would go after any of my other passions, they weren't meant to be. So really, with keeping to that promise, you're the first person I've ever asked out."
"What?" Ashley's squeaked out not expecting that plot twist.
Spencer blushes, her face growing hotter with every second. "I've always been asked out, never asked anyone out."
"I can't believe that your charm hasn't been used before to get girls to be with you. Your confidence, your flirting game. How could you have gone this long without asking anyone out?"
She just shrugs, "I never had to, I've always just been myself and it's attracted the girls to me."
Ashley's mind flashes back to when Stevi came to visit her in the office. Spencer hasn't met anyone worth being taken by. A small smile creeps on her face as it dawns on her. Spencer's taken by her.
"You just never seem insecure."
Spencer erupts in laughter, feeling a lot better after she releases the confession of her feelings. What do you know, sometimes the truth does set you free.
"I can be, though. Ashley, I'm just confident in certain things because I never grew up thinking I couldn't do anything. I love life, as bad as it can be sometimes, I love it and I don't want opportunities to pass me by. I just…"Spencer sighs running her hand over her face. "I like you, Ashley."
Ashley looks down into her lap, she processes everything that's just been said. She sighs heavily and looks up. Her heart flutters as she looks at the blonde and her furrowed brows as she waits nervously.
"You're absolutely frightening in the most confusing way."
"Thanks?"
"No I mean, everything you just said should petrify me. I should literally be bolting for the door but I don't want to, there has to be something wrong with this picture, no?"
"Why?"
"Because it's only been a week Spence."
"Eight days," the blonde corrects quickly.
"Fine, eight days but…"
"Ashley, I know you like me. I can feel it."
Ashley gulps as Spencer regains her posture back. Ashley really wishes she were as resilient as the blonde. Her eyes follow the blonde as she gets closer. She kneels down in front of the Dean, leans against her legs, resting her arms on either side of Ashley's thighs. Green eyes look down into blue, trying her best to read what Spencer is thinking. It's one thing to feel all these things, it's another to say them out loud.
"I like you too."
The corners of Spencer's mouth slide up slowly.
"Do you think it's possible for you to dismiss what I said so we can be normal until tomorrow night?"
"No, probably not," She admits through a chuckle.
Spencer drops her head into Ashley's lap in a defeated manner. She mumbles into her legs. "Yeah I didn't think so." She pops her head back up. "What are you thinking?"
"Is that one of your questions?"
Lifting herself up to sit on the coffee table, Spencer looks at the brunette expectantly. Ashley would love to tell Spencer what she's thinking, except her mind is blank. Spencer had been right she wasn't ready to hear that answer. Not because it was too soon, though in most cases that would be the case, but because she doesn't have anything as sophisticated to say. 'I like you' had been the meat of it. Spencer hadn't had heartbreak to deal with and Ashley knew that the blonde had already known that. The fact that she's fine worries her more than the fact that she's not. Why is this not bothering her? Is it because the idea is appealing and possibly something she wants to? Does she want to fall in love with Spencer? Isn't it a little too early to be thinking about love here? Well, Spencer did admit that. Being in love after eight days does seem rather hasty. However, Romeo and Juliet fell in love at first sight…they killed themselves, Ashley. Also, they were fictional. Ashley squeezes her eyes tight as she tries to concentrate on Spencer and not the debate going on in her head.
"If you want it to be."
"Is that all you care about? What I want?"
"My turn for questions, I just poured my heart out a few seconds ago." Spencer quips and the brunette smiles weakly. Spencer rests a hand on Ashley's leg.
"I know it's overwhelming and I know we both went into this not expecting anything. I didn't go after you thinking I want her to fall in love with me. When we started I honestly didn't expect this. I wanted simple, fun, easy, and carefree. This just so happens to be that except I like you. I'm not pressuring you, Ash. If you don't want this…"
"I do…" Ashley interjects Spencer breathes out a quick giggle. "No, I do. I shouldn't but I do. You drive me crazy. I can't stop thinking about you and I've spent more time at your place than mine. Spence, I'm not as free spirited as you, I mull over things obsessively. Things always have to make sense to me and you've turned my world upside down. I never know what's going to happen with you and I love it. Which is what's weird."
"I'll give you time to think. Don't worry. Right now, I want to ask my questions, make my requests, eat some more ice cream and make-out."
Ashley sighs a little relieved because truthfully her heart's there but her head isn't. Spencer seems to have known and understood that better than Ashley. How? The brunette just chalks it up to the blonde's attentiveness.
Spencer grabs the carton of half melted ice-cream and holds it towards Ashley. The cuteness of feeding her put on the back burner. Ashley feels guilty. Spencer warned her, she didn't listen, now things are weird. She doesn't know what to talk about. She slips her spoon into her mouth, her body shifts a little as Spencer reclaims her seat on the couch.
"What's your dream pet?"
Ashley had forgotten what they were doing, she's grateful that Spencer has made the question light. Unlike her, whose curiosity killed the very amazing vibe they had going. Two points for Ashley. Spencer seems fine and Ashley's a little jealous that she's gotten over the whole thing so quickly.
Pressing the bridge of her nose, she brings herself back into the moment. "A wallaby."
Spencer laughs lightly. "Why?"
Ashley smiles as she imagines the animal. Thinking two thoughts at the same time, how adorable wallabies are and how amazing Spencer is for knowing how to make Ashley feel comfortable again. She's not sure if the blonde did it on purpose but a surreptitious glance in the writer's direction, Ashley recognizes a minute look of pride on Spencer's face. Her chest feeling less constricted as she rants on about how cute she thinks wallabies are.
The questions were basic the rest of their time together. What's number one on your bucket list? What's a recurring fantasy you have? Spencer's last question had actually been a request.
"I'd like to see you play the drums."
"Oh gosh, I don't even have my kit anymore." lead
"Don't worry about that, I can find a way around it but I'd like to see you play."
"Alright, I can do that."
They finish the last of the mango ice-cream. Spencer places the empty carton on the table and leans back against the arm of the sofa opposite of Ashley.
"Ash."
The brunette looks at the writer. Spencer uses her index finger instructing her to come lie on top of her. Ashley smiles shyly but obliges. Maneuvering her body to have them both lie comfortably on the couch, she settles in the small space the blonde with her legs. Ashley looks down as Spencer lifts a hand to rest against her cheek.
"It's gonna be okay Ash."
The Dean sighs, slowly shaking her head. A part of her wants to cry because this turned out to be exactly what Ashley had been trying to avoid. Real. Now she doesn't want it to end.
"How do you know?"
"Because I trust my feelings for you, and yours for me."
"That's enough?"
"To start…yes. Stop worrying about it." She orders gently.
Spencer lifts her head up and captures Ashley's soft lips into a kiss. It starts slow and sweet but Ashley presses harder against Spencer and the writer matches her stride. It becomes heated quickly as they have a conversation through their sensual actions. Please don't hurt me. I won't. Please really love me. I will. Please don't let me lose you. You won't. Please keep me safe. I will. Please don't ever let me go. I won't. Both of them wordlessly asking the same questions and answering.
Ashley slides her tongue slowly into Spencer's mouth. The blonde slides her lips off it slowly, flicking the tip of her tongue to graze Ashley's. Breathless, Ashley rests her forehead against Spencer's. Both their eyes still closed, Ashley sighs her body, relaxing as Spencer gently runs her hand up and down Ashley's back. Ashley breathes out a whisper. She isn't sure Spencer heard her. She barely hears herself.
"Please be the one." The whisper barely there.
Most likely because it's a need that Ashley isn't ready to fully express. A desire she didn't even know she wanted at this time. Something in her knew more than she did. Her emotions taking the lead over her thoughts. The confession could have been mistaken for another sigh, but Spencer knew better. That's why she answers in full confidence.
"I am."