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oh Shit Moment.

Spencer stared at Ashley, “I what?”

“Yeah I fucked you, but you fucked me too,” so technically…you lost the bet too.” The brunette had a smirk pasted across her face.

“I-but…it-uhhh” Spencer made a strangled noise finally composing herself enough to talk, “but y-you gave in first Ash…”

Ashley willed herself to continue on smirking as her brain worked overtime for something to say. She would not let Spencer see her “oh shit” face. She wasn’t going down without a fight.

“okay Spencer…while I admit to that fact” she was going to do this honorable, Spencer’s a sucker for the whole noble act, “that I did give in first. You should have mentioned all of this before you ended up on top of me. And must I one again remind you the one of top is the one doing the fucking? Remember when I spent a few days proving that theory to you?”

Spencer, now realizing Ashley game was just as quick in thinking, “Ash, the deal was whether you could survive without sex. Not whether I could survive without sex.”

Ashley racked her brain for something…anything. Finally letting the hopelessness and despair show on her face. Not just for the fact that she now had to go to the Carlin’s for Christmas but for her loss of her all night long Spencer time. Guilt prodded at Spencer’s shoulder as she watched her wife’s face fall. Ashley was truly at a lost. She would have to go. Spencer put on her determined face.

“Ash you promise you’ll go to Ohio with me for Christmas?”

The brunette looked at the troubled blonde. “What’s wrong babe? You look like your mom just walked in on us again…”

Ashley smiled at the hint of a grin twitching on the blonde’s lips. Spencer loved how Ashley always made her laugh when she was disappointed. It was what she loved so much about her wife. She knew how to make her feel better, she still occasionally made that cute growling noise she first did when gifting Spencer with the teddy bear the day after she got her stitches in. The little “growl” has since than become Spencer’s favorite noise. Of course asides from the brunette’s moans.