It’s a rustle of the blankets beneath her, and a shifting body above her. She’s surrounded. Lips moving against her own, with two small hands holding her lower back, caressing the skin under the shirt.

It’s a soft whisper that’s swallowed into the shadows of the room, asking for more of something she’s not even sure she can take right now. Those lips leave hers and start a moist trail under her jaw and down her neck. When she swallows deeply, mouth open to let out a modest whimper, she can feel teeth grazing her skin.

It’s a tickle of dark curls falling over onto her shoulders. Hair that she buries her fingers into, because while she’s had her fair share of experience, she finds that she’s left clueless. She’s willing to be led though, even when she feels a sharp stinging low on her neck. The feeling of teeth and tongue join to create the mark she’s sure will be there in minutes.

It’s a palm that’s warm and makes her back arch when the fingertips slide across her lower ribs. She can feel legs tangling with her own and it burns through the denim of her jeans. And she barely holds in the groan while their thighs shift and pull each other closer.

It’s her hand covering the one tracing the edge of the lace underneath her shirt that still clings to her torso. Soft murmurs move from one mouth to the other, hoping for understanding. Blue eyes open to see Ashley’s staring back her without the disappointment she almost expects to see there, and it makes her smile brightly.

It’s a soft kiss on her lips that tells her that she’s okay. As they part, Spencer slowly moves her face into the crook of Ashley’s neck. She rests there, breathing slowly and deeply. Breathing steadily until all that remains is a tangle of two girls, wrapped tightly together from their fingers down to their feet.

It’s a relaxation that comes from reaching a plateau. A contentment from the progress they’ve made that night. The progress they’ve made in the months since Spencer met the angry brunette at her locker.

It’s not a second first time. It doesn’t need it to be all of that. Not yet.

It’s just…what it is.