I smiled as I heard a knock at my door. Emily was here..and she wants to talk. Awe. Talk. I swung the door open and there she was, in a white tank top and a pair of ripped jeans. She smirked at me, "Checking me out already?" She said. "I haven't even walked through the door yet."

I scoffed. "Oh please," I started. "You and I basically have the same anatomy so, what would I be checking out, exactly?" I turned around and began walking into my kitchen.

"Well," She followed me into the kitchen. "I have abs.. and you don't." She smiled.

"And how would you know that?" I asked, now turning around to face her.

"Just a lucky guess," She smirked once again, "Unless you would like to prove to me that my theory was wrong."

I let out a small laugh, "I don't have to prove myself to anybody."

Her smirk soon turned into a light smile. Her and I locked eyes for a moment and god, I swear I could feel the air thicken. She cleared her throat and looked down, "So.. um what are you about to cook?" She asked.

"Whatever you want," I smiled, "I like to make my friends feel at home."

"And you do that by cooking for them?"

"Not just by cooking. I take them out sometimes to a nice restaurant or spend the whole day with them in the park.. you know, what friends do."

She smiled softly at me, "You're a good person, Spencer Hastings."

"I know," I turned back around, now getting the items to cook with.

"Do you know how to make lasagne?"

"Of course," I replied, not facing her. "Make yourself at home. Food will be ready in a minute."

"Alright.. thank you Spencer."

Later that day.

"The lasagne was great, Spencer," I smiled.

"I can tell," She chuckled. "You never put your fork down."

My cheeks flushed, "Awe," Spencer started. "You're blushing.. how adorable."

"You called me adorable the first time we met."

"I know. And I will continue to call you that."

"But why can't I be cute?" I asked, playfully, "Like you."

Her smile stretched from ear to ear and her cheeks turned a dark shade of pink. I chuckled, "You have something hot pink on your cheeks."

She punched my arm, "You're mean." She covered her face with her hands.

"Well thank you. Thank you very much." I said in my greatest Elvis Presley voice. Spencer burst into laughter and it was amazing. Amazing to know I have the power.. and humor to make Spencer Hastings laugh. I felt like Hanna when she completed a level in Angry Birds, "You made my day much greater than it already was," I said, softly now looking at her. "Thank you."

She made eye contact with me, "And you made my day a hell of a lot better," She whispered.

"Can I tell you something Emily?"

I only nodded, "I know we've only known each for a few days, but I feel like I've known you for years. You helped me with some of my problems, you make me laugh, you make me smile. I'm happy to have you as one of my friends," She smiled.

The room fell silent. What should I say? I have a love-hate relationships with conversations like these. I mean, I love them because she's opening up to me and I hate them because I don't like to open up to people. Except Hanna. I cleared my throat, "Uh.. thanks." I said, avoiding eye contact.

"What's wrong Emily?" Spencer asked, scooting a little closer to me.

I shook my head. "Nothing. I'm fine."

The brunette let out a small chuckle. "Okay Emily. Even I know that isn't true. We were just laughing and smiling at each other and then I go and ruin it by making you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry. If you want to leave then-"

"No Spencer," I interrupted. "I want to stay. I'm just not comfortable opening up to you just yet. I mean, you're a really nice person and I trust you.. you, I don't know."

"Hey Emily?" She asked, laughing a little.

"Yes?"

"You just did open up to me."

I smiled nervously. "Well, I guess I can do it." Spencer wrapped her arms tightly around me. My smile lightened and I returned the embrace. Hugging Spencer was like hugging a teddy bear. Soft. We stayed like that for a while until I finally broke the hug, "So, what are we going to do now?" I asked.

"We.. my friend are going to watch a movie." She said, standing up and walking over to the television stand. "How does The Hunger Games sound?" I clapped my hands excitedly and squealed. I loved that movie..and no, not because of Jennifer Lawrence. I love the movie in general.

"I'll take that as a yes." She smiled. "Hunger Games it is."

She inserted the movie and walked back over to the couch, sitting next to me..but farther away from me. I scooted closer to her and wrapped my arms around her stomach. Her arms fell around my waist, "Aw we're cuddling." Spencer said, playfully.

I giggled and lightly punched her stomach, "Silence. The movie is starting."

After the movie.

"Can we watch it again?" Emily asked, sounding like a six year old child.

"Hell no. I will not sit through this movie again in one night."

"But I really liked our two hour cuddling session." She whined, playfully. I chuckled softly and grabbed the remote to turn off the television.

"Come on." I gestured her over to me with my hands and she obeyed, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.

"Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?" Emily asked.

"Nope. I finished up my work that I did on the case." I smiled, feeling accomplished.

"Oh."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Oh." She laughed softly.

"You know.. my mom wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor." She said, tightening her grip around my waist.

"Emily you're killing me."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." She swiped her arms away from my waist and sat up onto the sofa, her cheeks crimson red.

"It's fine," I smiled at her. "So, why didn't you?"

"Why didn't I what?"

"You know.. become a doctor or a lawyer."

Her head hung low and her face saddened. She looked as if she had lost her childhood puppy, "There was this girl.." She started. "Her name was Maya. We had dated for about three weeks and I began to fall in love with her.. she suggested me to try swimming and I did.. for her. I began to love swimming and.. and then one day.."

Her eyes became glossy as she looked up at me, seeing if I wanted her to continue. I nodded softly and placed my hand onto her knee, "One day.. she was gone. They took her away from me and.. I lost it. I didn't swim for at least four months until it finally clicked. Maya wouldn't want me to stop swimming. So I didn't. I rejoined my highschool team and I have been swimming ever since.. for Maya."

I smiled brightly at her. That was so sweet. How she kept swimming just to make someone happy. My arms wrapped her neck as I saw a tear slip down her right cheek, "I'm sorry for getting all emotional.. it's just, you're the first person to know the real reason why I want to be a swimmer." She said. Her voice at a whisper.

"I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me." I rubbed her back softly as she sighed onto my shoulder. We stayed in that position for as long as I can remember before we cuddled up and fell asleep.

The Next Morning.

"Goodmorning." I yelled, making Emily jump and roll off of the couch. I bursted into laughter as she jumped up and glared at me.

"That wasn't very nice." She pouted.

"I know but I had to. You were so deep into your sleep and.."

Emily lunged forward and tackled me to the ground. I screamed as Emily's body fell on top of mine. She straddled my waist and began to tickle me. "Stop," I wiggled under her body. "Please.. no. Stop."

"Say you're sorry," She smirked, continuing to tickle me.

"I'm sorry," I said, still wiggling. "I'm so so sorry, Emily Fields."

The tickling sensations stopped and she stared down at me. I rolled my eyes and lightly punched her stomach. "Do you need me to tickle you again?"

"No ma'am." I joked, making her smirk slightly. Our eyes collided, making her smirk vanish little by little. I couldn't help but notice that she was still straddling my waist. Oh god.. she was straddling me. She cleared her throat and she was about to make her way off of me, but I stopped her. She looked confused for a moment. Her look of confusion then turned into a look of surprise when I pushed her back onto the floor and crawled on top of her.

"My turn." I smirked. I took her hands and pinned them above her head. She smirked.

"What exactly are you planning to do?" She started. "I'm not ticklish at all." I scoffed and began to grind my hips onto hers. Her smirk faded.

"But you are a woman," My hips began to grind onto hers once more but slowly and harder.

She bit her lip bottom lip trying to supress her moan. "Spencer, stop… please."

I released her hands and got off of her, leaving a speechless and aroused Emily Fields on the floor of my living room. "So, what do you want for breakfast?" I smirked.

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