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Ashley woke up groggily as she always did. Slumping over she threw her arm towards Spencer’s side of the bed only to be met with the very empty space.

“Spence?” The brunette shot up in bed rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her only answer was the smell of coffee wafting its way towards their room from the kitchen. Throwing her morning robe on her boy shorts and tank top clad body she entered the kitchen to be met with Spencer bustling around the stove.

“Hey Beautiful” The brunette said wrapping her arms around her wife. She loved it when she found her wife doing such house-wifey things. Cooking her breakfast, definite favorite.

“Hey yourself.” The blonde replied continued to move the sausages in the pan.

The brunette suddenly remembered what she had promised Spencer the previous night and felt her not so common happy morning mood die down. Ashley placed the kiss on the blonde’s cheek and grudgingly retreated to the table where Spencer was now laying out the food.

Spencer sat opposite to Ashley. She had worked it all out last night. She had spent the last few years attempting to lure Ashley into going to her parent’s house. She was going to make this week as hard as possible for the brunette. Although part of her wanted to brunette to take her however many times she pleased. Call me evil but…Christmas is hard without your wife with you. Grabbing a cup of coffee Spencer took a sip inhaling deeply as she savored her morning coffee. Making sure to thrust her chest outwards. On occasions Spencer could do the smallest of things and Ashley would be on her. Once she was playing with their neighbors kitten and Ashley dragged them in the neighbor’s bathroom and had her way with her. For playing so well with the “nice little pussy,” was the way Ashley had put it. Then there was the time at the restaurant the waiter spilled water on Spencer. After he apologized profusely Ashley had taken Spencer into the bathroom and dried her off. Not before mentioning how wet she was and taking her in a stall. The time in the car when Spencer had to pullover to the side of the road because she had sworn at the stupid driver. And Ashley had reminded Spencer how hot is made her whenever the blonde swore. You get the point. Ashley may know where and how to touch her to get her whenever she wanted. But Spencer knew what to do with her body to make Ashley crazy. And by the look that just flashed through Ashley’s eyes she had definitely seen Spencer’s chest rising.

Ashley watched as Spencer enjoyed her coffee. A little too much may I just say. She’s arching her back for God’s sake. Wait. No Ashley, NO! Think about sandwiches! Sandwiching Spencer’s body between you and the shower wall. Mmmm… Wait no… Think…Think about sweaters! Ooh like that sweater I had to buy Spencer because I ripped that one off of her when we were in…shit. No. Think about Paula! AHA! Paula, Paula, Paula, Paula, Paula …Paula walking in on you and Spencer. And that one time we forgot to hang up the phone and she didn’t call us again for like half a year. Ah shit. DAMN ME AND MY ONE TRACK MIND!

Pretending she didn’t even see Spencer’s mini show Ashley buried her head into her coffee mug. The way she would bury her head in between Spencer’s legs if…oh shit. This is going to be one long week.

Later that night

Ashley shed that last of her clothes as she stood in the shower letting the cold water fall on her body. Lightly banging her head into the wall over and over again. Stupid Ashley, stupid stupid stupid. She had just spent the whole day like any other. Dreaming of different ways to touch her wife when she got home. Of course tonight she wasn’t going to be able to. Just think of all the things that would happen if you went to the Carlin’s for Christmas. Sure it’s a mood killer compared to imagining sex with your wife. Day One.

Day fucking One.