"I was wondering when you’d wake up again, you know."

She found her practically draped over the toilet, hair everywhere. Spencer pulled the clip from her own head and began to gather the brown curls and pinned them together, out of Ashley’s face.

"Ashley! Ash, come on! Wake up. I need to get you upstairs and cleaned up."

She hauled the girl to her feet despite the grumbling, holding her up with her arms. Grabbing a wet washcloth she held it in the other hand after flushing the toilet. The blonde began to make her way through the house and up the stairs. Ashley’s head lolled around, but she kept moving her feet, much to the relief of Spencer. She finally settled her face against Spencer’s shoulder.

"Spence. You came."

Fighting to open the door, Spencer couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed at the disbelief she heard, the slurring speech and the reeking of alcohol that came from Ashley’s mouth. "Of course I did."

She was hugging her tightly, completely bent over to reach her. Spencer pulled her face back just slightly. "I’m just glad you’re okay."

She let her face hang there above Ashley’s for a moment. She enjoyed watching the pupils dilate, turning the brown eyes almost black. Spencer was sure her eyes were doing the same.

She tugged the shirt onto Ashley’s body. The girl couldn’t be comfortable in those clothes. Spencer refused to believe anyone would choose skin tight clothes over soft pajamas.

Ashley was lowered to the bed while Spencer sat next to her, slowly cleaning her face with the washcloth she nicked from downstairs.

"My head kills." It was only a croak, but Spencer heard it all the same. Even in her closeness, her hand began moving through brown curls all over again.

A satisfied groan. A shift closer. A kiss on the forehead. Lingering.

Spencer didn’t pull back. Her face just moved lower. Their noses bumped and brushed. Pink lips parted and began to breathe across Ashley’s face. Her breath sped up at the thought of what she was about to do. She licked her lips nervously, aware of Ashley watching her.

"It’s okay…"

A free hand curled around the back of the brunette’s neck and lifted her slowly. Spencer’s lips found the corner of her mouth, pressing firmly. Her mind was spinning, but she felt Ashley’s fingers against her cheek. Her lips parted and shifted. They found each other.

A tightness was constricting Spencer’s chest.

Breathe. Bite. Breathe. Lick. Breathe. Suck. Repeat.

They found a slow rhythm, lips opening and closing against one another. As Spencer’s mouth secured Ashley’s bottom lip, she felt the girl try and sit up to be closer. She broke the kiss, pushing gently on Ashley’s chest to make her lie back again.

Before the brunette could protest, Spencer smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead again. "I told you I wasn’t going anywhere."

Spencer held her close to her and leaned back against the bed frame, closing her eyes for a moment…

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