DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never were. Not making any $$. Don't HAVE any $$. Don't sue.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My first SoN fic. I haven't seen all the episodes; so, bear with me while I learn the characters.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
SPOILERS: All but mostly 'Friends with Benefits'.
Down to One
By Aeryn Sun
46
Ashley awoke to the feel of Spencer's fingers tracing small circles on her abdomen in a lazy fashion. It made her shiver and goose bumps stand up on her skin. Spencer saw the reaction as well as the sharp intake of breath and lifted her head from Ashley's shoulder to look the brunette in the face.
"Nice nap?" she teased, watching a tint of pink rise to Ashley's cheeks. The older girl covered her face with a hand, embarrassed. She knew that she had passed out as her orgasm peaked, unable to withstand the intensity. It'd never happened before and she rather hoped that while the orgasms could be just as strong or stronger, she never wanted to pass out and miss an instant of it again.
"God, baby, I am so sorry," she said embarrassed. Spencer let out a chuckle.
"Don't be, it does wonders for my ego for my girlfriend to fall unconscious as she climaxes," the blonde joked, brushing her nails on her non-existent shirt the same way Ashley did when she was being playfully full of herself. She pulled Ashley's hand from her face and shifted to kiss her. The kiss started off slow and loving but quickly grew more intense as both girls felt their desire for the other grow.
"Ashley…Ashley please," Spencer panted against her girlfriend's lips, slowly rocking against the thigh she had trapped between her legs. "I need you so bad, Ashley." Ashley pulled away and looked at Spencer, confused.
"Spencer?" She stayed perfectly still as younger girl continued to grind herself against her thigh. Finally she reached out to steady the erratically bucking hips and still Spencer's movements. The blonde whimpered and opened her eyes to look at Ashley. Ashley arched an eyebrow in silent question.
"Please, Ashley, I'm ready. I want to be with you. All with you," Spencer said softly, dropping her head from Ashley's gaze. Ashley felt her heart attempt to pound its way out of her chest at Spencer's words. Love and desire flooded through her followed by something else…trepidation. She knew that it wasn't the right time and that Spencer was letting her hormones decide for her.
She sat up, pulling herself away from Spencer by accident and reached over to lift the blonde's head.
"Aww Spence, I want that, I really do," she said waiting for electric blue eyes to lift and meet her own. Slowly they crawled up and made contact. Ashley read the honesty and embarrassment in those eyes along with the want and yearning. She cupped the side of her girlfriend's face, her thumb brushing gently over silky soft skin.
"But?" Spencer provided voice to the unspoken sentiment.
"It's not the right time, Spencer," Ashley said softly. "I want it to be so right for you…and for me." She stopped, not knowing quite how to express what she really meant.
Spencer felt her heart swell with even more love for the emotionally guarded brunette, a feat that she wasn't even sure was possible, but there it was. Her 'new first time' wasn't just important to Spencer; Spencer now saw how important it was to Ashley. She smiled and bent down to kiss Ashley, their lips connecting in a sweet and understanding caress.
"OK," she responded, pulling away and gazing into warm chocolate eyes. "Soon, though, OK?" Ashley nodded. Spencer rolled onto her back and sighed. While she understood and agreed, it did nothing to ease the ache between her legs.
Ashley sat all the way up and slid herself to the head of the bed, resting her back against the wooden headboard. She spread her legs to form a v shape and opened her arms to Spencer.
"Come here, sit against me," she requested. Spencer lifted her head and turned to look at the other girl, confused.
"Come sit with your back against my front, Spence," Ashley clarified. Shrugging to herself, Spencer did as asked and tried to fight away the shudder that raced through her body as she pressed into Ashley's warmth.
"OK, now what?" she asked, slightly apprehensive but more so turned on. Ashley leaned closer to Spencer's right ear.
"Remember last week in my car?" she whispered huskily. Spencer swallowed hard and nodded, feeling herself start to tremble. She wanted Ashley so badly and their current positions only highlighted that. Ashley placed a gentle kiss to Spencer's bare shoulder.
"Like that…only this time, you do it," the brunette's voice had dropped to a silky purr that made Spencer whimper. Ashley's warm arms wrapped around her waist, stroking and exciting the skin of the blonde's abdomen. "Let me hold you while you touch yourself." Spencer arched her back into Ashley's chest at the rumbling words.
"Ashley," she breathed. She glanced at herself and Ashley in the mirror above the vanity facing them. A moment of hesitation passed through her but one look into that smoky gaze meeting her own in the reflective glass erased it completely.
"I know you need it, baby," Ashley's voice was a raspy growl next to her ear. "Let me watch, listen to you, feel you." Breathing heavy, Spencer let her right hand drift under her panties and into the abundant wetness that Ashley always caused. She found her clit with her fingers and started to slowly stroke it, already feeling the fire in her belly growing outwards.
"Are you wet?" Ashley asked, voice low, licking at the younger girl's ear. She knew that Spencer was; she just wanted her to tell her. She watched Spencer in the mirror, not wanting to miss a moment.
"Mmmm, very," Spencer gasped. She leaned back against Ashley more, letting her head rest on the brunette's shoulder. Ashley's hands wandered up to cup Spencer's breasts, kneading them and making the girl moan loudly.
"Are you wet for me?" This time was accompanied by a hard bite to Spencer's ear. Spencer whined in the back of her throat.
"Yessssssssssssssssssss." She started to move her hips to match the motion of her fingers, feeling Ashley pinch and tease her nipples. She took her free hand and covered one of Ashley's with it, joining her girlfriend in the torture of her breasts.
"Oh please, oh please…" she chanted as she slipped her fingers inside her core. Her eyes were closed, imagining that it was Ashley pumping and stroking inside her.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Those lips moved to suck on her neck, making Spencer begin to pant shallowly.
"You feel so good, Spencer," Ashley whispered, still caressing and kneading Spencer's warm globes. "You sound so good." She loved the way that Spencer was moving in her arms and the wanton sounds that were tumbling from those luscious lips were like music to her. The blonde's hips were starting to jerk erratically, letting Ashley know that she was almost there.
"So close…" Spencer's voice was barely a ghost of a whisper. Ashley pinched hard at the erect nubs in her fingers and bit down on the writhing girls' neck.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Ashhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Spencer groaned as she climaxed. She twitched and bowed into herself as she rode out the sensations. Never in all the times she'd masturbated by herself had she had an orgasm as intense as the one she was experiencing while wrapped in Ashley's arms. Her body arched back out, pressing her closer to Ashley again as the aftershocks started to fade.
She felt herself being gently lowered back onto the bed by caring hands and then wrapped in a protective way in the arms of the girl that she knew without a doubt was the other half of her soul. Spencer smiled as she felt Ashley kiss her forehead and stroke her hair as a warm sense of peace enveloped her.
"Thank you," she whispered to her girlfriend.
"My pleasure," Ashley answered.
47
They woke later to the sound of two very empty rumbling stomachs. Ashley rubbed at her belly with one hand while she giggled.
"Damn, I don't think I've ever been this hungry," she pointed out. Other than the bagel and coffee she'd had early that morning, she couldn't remember eating anything substantial since.
"Well then, maybe next time I stop for a burger in the food court, you won't wrinkle your nose up at it," Spencer retorted, hopping off of the bed and rummaging through her shopping bags for a change of clothes. Behind her on the bed, Ashley's mind was working overtime. Hit with a fantastic idea, she got up and walked up behind Spencer, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.
"Hey, why don't you go hop in the shower and I'll make dinner plans?" she suggested, kissing the back of Spencer's neck and feeling the younger girl shiver. Spencer turned around in her arms and gave the brunette a suspicious look warmed by an electric smile.
"What are you planning?" she asked. Ashley bit her lip and shook her head.
"Nope, I'm gonna surprise you now go get in the shower," she lightly shoved her girlfriend towards the bathroom, spanking the cotton clad ass as Spencer walked away chuckling. She was more than willing to wait and see what Ashley would plan.
Once Ashley was sure that Spencer was in the shower and she couldn't be heard over the running water, she picked up her phone and started making several phone calls. She hoped that it didn't take too long to get the details together; she really wanted to join her girlfriend in the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, she set her phone on the bed, satisfied that everything seemed to be in order and sauntered over to the bathroom where she could hear Spencer singing her own special version of The PussyCat Dolls 'dontcha' in the shower.
Ashley went to the door of the hotel room, wrapped in a robe and her hair still wet from her long and fun shower and opened it to greet the bellhop who was holding two white boxes for her. With a smile and big tip, she took the boxes and closed the door, walking back into the room where Spencer was combing out her long blonde hair.
"Whatcha got, babe?" Spencer asked curiously. Ashley smirked at her and set the boxes down on the table.
"Part one of my surprise," she said cryptically. She opened each box, glanced inside and then closed them again. Next she wandered to her bags and rummaged around until she found what she wanted.
"Take all of this," she said, handing a very confused Spencer a white box and a few bags. "And go get dressed." When Spencer opened her mouth to respond, Ashley kissed her, hard and deep, leaving the blonde glassy eyed and smiling.
"Shush and do as I say," Ashley ordered softly. "My turn to play the dominate one in this relationship." Spencer's eyebrows shot to the top of her forehead at that statement making Ashley laugh.
"Mind out of the gutter, Spence. Now go get dressed in the bathroom and I'll do the same out here." Shrugging, the blonde walked away, not a little turned on by Ashley's behavior.
(That'll have to wait until later, I guess) Spencer thought as she closed the bathroom door and set everything down. (She's obviously got something special planned and I'm just going to go along with it; she's obviously enjoying herself.) Smiling, Spencer opened the box and gasped.
Inside was a beautiful light blue satin dress. She pulled it from the box and held it up to herself, looking into the mirror. It was low-cut with spaghetti straps and only reached her knees with a slit in the side that went dangerously high. Looking into the bags Ashley had given her, Spencer found matching panties and everything else she needed to make herself presentable including makeup. Amazed at the lengths her girlfriend had already gone to, Spencer grinned and began to get ready.
When she was sure that Spencer wasn't going to come storming out of the bathroom to protest or anything, Ashley took out her own outfit and smiled.
(This should rock her socks off) she thought happily. She got herself dressed and did her makeup and hair, waiting for Spencer to make her grand appearance. Ashley already knew what the dress she had picked out for Spencer looked like but she couldn't wait to actually see it on the beautiful blonde.
"You decent?" Spencer called from the bathroom. "Actually, are you not decent cuz that would be fun too." Ashley laughed.
"I'm ready when you are," she called back. Spencer opened the door to the bathroom and for the second time that day, gaped at her girlfriend in shock.
Ashley was wearing a short black dress that went up around her neck, leaving her toned, tan arms bare. In the center of it, from between her breasts down to her navel it was cut out, creating a diamond shaped window to her flesh and a good view of her hard abs. The hickey that Spencer had given Ashley while out shopping was barely hidden by the curve of the dress.
"Ash, you look so beautiful," Spencer breathed, meaning every word. Ashley's hair was pulled up so that only a few curled tendrils framed her face and her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features. Spencer walked up to her and wrapped her arms around the tan girl's waist.
"You look awesome, Spence," Ashley replied in the same breathy tone. Spencer started pressing light kisses to the older girl's jaw line making Ashley shiver with desire.
With much effort on her part, Ashley separated herself from those tempting lips and held Spencer at arms length. The blonde's eyes were dark, almost black instead of their normal azure, making Ashley shiver harder.
"As much as I want to, Spence," she started slowly, cupping the side of Spencer's face in her palm. "We have plans tonight. So let me take care of you this evening and we'll see where it takes us. OK?" Spencer smiled, lighting up her entire face. She grasped Ashley's hand and laced their fingers together.
"Lead the way."
48
Ashley led Spencer out through the lobby and to an awaiting limousine. Spencer looked at her girlfriend in shock. Smiling widely, Ashley let Spencer get into the limo first when the driver opened the door. Sliding into the seat next to the blonde, Ashley felt her girlfriend cuddle into her side.
"Hiya," she whispered to the younger girl who was wrapping herself around her. Spencer hummed happily.
"Hey," she replied softly. The car began moving and she looked up at the brunette. "Where are we going?" Ashley shook her head.
"It's a surprise," she informed Spencer. Spencer pouted but made no effort to let go of Ashley.
"This is nice," she said, looking around at the lush black leather interior of the limo. "You don't have to do things like this you know."
"I know," Ashley agreed. "But I want to so I will." Spencer leaned in and kissed Ashley, letting her hands roam down into the diamond shape cut out and over the exposed flesh there, making Ashley shiver and goose bumps rise on her skin.
"Spencer," Ashley whispered in warning. The blonde was winding her up fast and furious. Spencer looked at the darkened window separating them from the driver and grinned mischievously.
"Mmmm Ashley," she growled lowly, leaning down and biting the skin of the brunette's abs. "You taste so good." Ashley felt her eyes roll back a bit at the sensation. She gasped when she felt Spencer's hand dip inside her dress and wander below her waist to press on the rapidly heating warmth between her legs through her black thong.
Her body instinctually arched into the touch before she could stop herself. She wanted Spencer, wanted her so bad it hurt but if she allowed her girlfriend to continue on the way she was, it might ruin the plans she had for the night. Reluctantly she pulled herself away from knowing, skilled fingers and put her hand on Spencer's shoulder. Spencer looked at her in hurt confusion.
"I want to, baby, honest," Ashley reassured her girlfriend. She leaned over and kissed Spencer, letting her apology come through in the embrace. "But we have to stop cuz we're almost to our first stop." Spencer nodded in understanding and sat back down beside Ashley.
They sat talking about everything and nothing during the rest of the ride, hands randomly caressing and petting until the limo came to a stop and the driver got out to open their door. Spencer gasped as she looked at where they were.
"Ashley, The Ivy? How did you get us in here?" she marveled. "Especially last minute." Ashley shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'm that good, baby," she preened, making Spencer roll her eyes and laugh.
After Ashley gave her name to the maitre de, they were led to a beautiful secluded table. After they ordered their dinners (and a brief talk from Ashley about not worrying about price) they again talked about everything and nothing all at once, just enjoying the fact that they could say anything to the other and know that they would be understood and not judged or laughed at.
Spencer jumped slightly as she ate her salad when she felt one of Ashley's stocking-clad feet start to stroke her calf. She looked up at her girlfriend to see the brunette concentrating on her own salad and not even looking in her direction as her wandering foot stroked higher.
"Ashley," Spencer whispered in sing-song. Ashley looked up from her plate, her face the complete picture of innocence.
"Yeah, Spence?" she asked, her leg increasing pressure and making Spencer's breath catch as it tickled the back of her knee.
"Whatcha doing?" Ashley smiled broadly.
"Eating a delicious salad," was the cheeky reply as that foot somehow slipped under Spencer's dress and wandered higher. Spencer felt her face flush.
"Really?" she asked sarcastically, smiling at her girlfriend. Ashley nodded.
"Really."
"So that's not your foot currently trying to get intimate with me? Cuz if it's not, this place has some really fresh rats." Ashley burst out laughing at that.
"Ew," she crinkled her nose and her foot drifted to the floor, much to Spencer's disappointment. Spencer liked this; the easy teasing and playful banter. No insecurities muddying up their conversation. Just the easy flowing type of conversation that comes from being with someone who really gets you, understands you on a basic level and likes you for who you are. It was a new experience for Spencer.
Her friends back in Ohio were great; nice people, fun to be around but even then Spencer knew that there was something holding her apart from them. She didn't know then what it was other than a feeling of being just slightly out of synch with them. In hindsight she was able to recognize that she hadn't really figured out who she was yet and it was affecting her relationships with her friends. Now, with Ashley, there was no need to pretend to be anything she wasn't or worry about being shunned because of it. Thanks to Ashley, Spencer finally understood who she was. And she liked who she saw.
"Thank you, Ashley," she said softly. Ashley titled her head slightly.
"Uhm…you're welcome," she answered. "But the night is just starting." Spencer shook her head.
"No, not for that…well ok, yes for all of this," she gestured to herself and their surroundings. "But mostly I meant for being there, helping me find myself. And for just being you." Ashley blushed and ducked her head, making her look so damn cute to Spencer that the blonde had to fight the urge to move over to the brunette and just kiss her senseless.
Their dinners arrived and Spencer dug into her lobster with much enthusiasm. Thankfully it was one of those where they cracked the shell for her so that she wasn't in danger of making a mess of herself or throwing lobster around by accident. Ashley ate her salmon happily, glad that Spencer had relaxed about the money it was costing for dinner and was settling down to enjoy it.
Their desserts of fudgy pecan brownie and tart lemon pie were quickly consumed with Spencer moaning in delight at the flavor of the pie.
"Damn, Spence," Ashley whispered, her face flushed. "Don't make sounds like that too often tonight or I may have to forget our plans and just go back to the hotel." Spencer smirked and moaned again, this time louder. When she saw the wait staff glance at her she stopped and tried to disappear under the table in embarrassment.
Ashley laughed.
"You so did that to yourself," she giggled. Spencer hid her face in her hand and playfully glared at Ashley.
"Hush," she retorted. After they let the food settle, Ashley called for and paid the check without letting Spencer see the damage. They walked out to the limo, arm in arm.
"Where to now?" Spencer wondered. Ashley smiled brightly.
"The night is young, Spence. Don't worry, I promise you'll have fun. Come on, let's go."
49
After dinner the limo took them to a theatre where they watched the production 'Wicked' which Spencer has secretly been dying to see since it first opened a few years ago. She had figured that she'd never get to see it and knew that at some point she'd mentioned it in passing to Ashley. She was astounded and touched that Ashley had not only remembered something that was said in passing but that she took the time and effort to get them into a sold-out performance on little or no notice.
(Ashley's really something special) she reminded herself happily as she clasped the brunette's hand tightly in her own and watched the crowd around them thin out. They were waiting for the majority of the audience to leave before they tried to fight their way from the theatre. Ashley was resting her head on Spencer's shoulder, content with the quiet company.
(She could have her pick of any girl; ones far better looking and richer than me. Girls with more experience who understand the whole 'LA' lifestyle better than I do. Sometimes I worry that I'm too boring or ordinary for Ashley. That eventually my 'newness' will stop being a novelty and she'll just decide to go after someone more interesting.)
She tilted her head to look at the brunette she was thinking about and was met by a blinding loving smile that she automatically returned. She felt Ashley squeeze her hand and put her head back down.
(Then she looks at me like that and I feel so beautiful and loved, like I'm the only other person on the planet in her eyes. I never want to lose that feeling)
Eventually they stood and walked out to the limo, still hand in hand. Spencer was beginning to care less and less about what other people thought about her holding hands with Ashley. Especially here where no one knew them. She knew that despite the feeling sometimes to the contrary, people couldn't just look at them and know that they were lesbians. There was no sign over her head nor was God going to strike them down for it. She was starting to become more and more comfortable with the reality of it. And she knew that it was partially because of Ashley's patience with her that she was making the progress she was.
"Are we going back to the hotel now?" she asked as the limo pulled away from the curb, somewhat disappointed with the thought of this wonderful, perfect evening ending and blending into a new day. She was having such a lovely time with Ashley that she wanted it to go on forever.
"Aren't you enjoying yourself?" Ashley asked a little warily. Spencer smiled and gave her girlfriend a soft kiss.
"I am having the best time, baby. You treat me so well," she purred. She placed gentle teasing kissed along Ashley's jaw, feeling the brunette smile.
"Good. You had me worried for a second there," Ashley pointed out. "It's not all that late yet so we have one more quick stop. Is that OK?" Spencer gave a long wet lick to Ashley's cheek and then pulled away.
"Whatever you wanna do is fine with me," she responded, purposely layering her words with more than one meaning. She watched a beautiful blush creep up Ashley's cheeks as the older girl grinned.
"All right then," she said simply.
They arrived at a club Spencer hadn't been to yet but she figured that there were countless such places in LA. It was a small intimate place that seemed somewhat familiar. As she sat at their table and looked around, Spencer realized that it bore a strong resemblance to the club P3 on Charmed. They sipped their drinks and watched the crowd until Ashley stood up, confusing Spencer.
"Are we leaving?" she asked. Ashley shook her head.
"Nope. I gotta go take care of something real quick and then I'll be right back," she reassured. Spencer gave Ashley a suspicious look but nodded.
"All right, I'll stay right here," she promised. Ashley kissed her first two fingers and then pressed them to Spencer's lips, lingering a moment before she walked away. Spencer watched her go, enjoying the view of Ashley's butt as it crossed the floor until the girl disappeared into the crowd. Now with nothing to occupy herself with, she watched the other club goers.
(We are way overdressed for this) she remarked to herself with a small smile. She was getting a few looks from both men and women, all of appreciation, and could feel herself blushing terribly. (Ashley, hurry baaaaack)
"Ladies and gentlemen," the DJ broke into her thoughts with a smooth voice, drawing her attention to the small stage. "We have a special treat for you tonight. A very extraordinary young lady with a special song for her one and only. Please welcome to the stage, the beautiful young daughter of Danger Davies himself, Ashley Davies!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the spotlight turned on and illuminated Ashley standing nervously but proud in center stage. Spencer felt the huge grin on her face growing as she locked eyes with Ashley and the music started. She really didn't understand how she could be so lucky as to have had Ashley chose her in the first place. And then to do everything that she's done so far that evening, Spencer was shocked and overwhelmed.
"Uhm, hi…" Ashley said shyly into the microphone. "This is for my girl. She was supposed to hear me sing once but that didn't work out." Ashley laughed lightly and Spencer felt a jolt of regret for her actions that night. She still felt bad that when Ashley needed her that night, she wasn't there.
"She is my heart and I'm not sure she realizes everything that she's done for me…what she means to me." The music started, a low soft melody that Spencer thought she recognized. Then she was captured by Ashley's sweet voice, much like the way she had been that night in the car a week ago.
'I've never written a love song
That didn't end in tears
Maybe you'll rewrite my love song
If you can replace my fears
I need your patience and guidance
And all your lovin' and more
When thunder rolls through my life
Will you be able to weather the storm?'
Spencer felt a chill rush up her spine as she listened to Ashley, a song so utterly appropriate it was spooky. Her vision narrowed, focusing in on Ashley as the brunette swayed with the music and looked back at her from the stage. There was no one else in the club as far as Spencer was concerned. It was just her and Ashley.
'There's so much I would give ya, baby
If I'd only let myself
There's this well of emotions
I feel I must protect
But what's the point of this armor
If it keeps the love away, too?
I'd rather bleed with cuts of love
Than live without any scars'
Spencer watched in rapt attention as her girlfriend sang to her, eyes maintaining contact as her legs carried her from the table closer to the stage where Ashley smiled as she sang.
'Baby, can I trust this?
Or do all things end?
I need to hear that you'd die for me
Again and again and again
So tell me when you look in my eyes
Can you share all the pain and happy times
'Cause I will love you for the rest of my life'
Spencer mouthed 'I love you' to the singing girl whose smile grew wider and leaned over closer to the blonde.
'This is my very first love song
That didn't end in tears
I think you re-wrote my love song
For the rest of my years
I will love you for the rest of my life'
The club broke out in thunderous applause as Ashley finished but neither girl heard or saw them; they were focused solely on one another. As Ashley stepped off the stage, Spencer wrapped her arms around the smaller frame, ignoring the crowd and forgetting that someone might see her. She didn't care. All she wanted was to kiss the girl who had stolen her heart.
"I love you, baby," she whispered to Ashley when the kiss ended. Ashley smiled.
"Me too."
50
Ashley held Spencer's hand tightly as she used the other one to put the card key into the door of their hotel room. She took a deep breath and opened the door, letting the blonde wander in a head of her.
Spencer's gasp clued her in that her plan had indeed worked out correctly. Before she'd gotten on stage, she'd paid a phone call to the hotel and arranged for one last surprise.
"Oh, Ashley," Spencer whispered as she looked in their room. Roses of nearly every color filled the room, creating an almost rainbow like effect. Where there weren't flowers, colored candles were lit, filling the room with a warm glow and the scent of vanilla. She felt Ashley's arms circle her from behind and the press of pillow soft lips against the back of her neck.
"Surprise," Ashley said softly, blowing warm air across the blonde's neck and making her shiver. Spencer leaned back into the embrace.
"It's beautiful," she said, still staring at all the roses. She'd never seen so many different colors of roses before and was stuck in a state of awe. The scent of the vanilla candles mixed with the aroma of the flowers filled Spencer with a feeling of warmth and overpowering love.
(She did this all for me…for ME. I can barely wrap my mind around it. Me, Spencer Carlin, little miss nobody from Hicktown, Ohio has this beautiful, thoughtful, loving girlfriend. I just…wow)
Ashley disengaged herself from Spencer and walked over to a nearby vase of flowers, pulling one from the bunch. She held it to her nose for a moment, inhaling its subtle scent before she looked back over at her shocked but pleased girlfriend.
"Lavender roses stand for love at first sight," she explained quietly, handing the flower to Spencer and smiling. "And even if the words aren't there for me yet, I know that I've felt that way since the first time I saw you, even as you knocked all my books over and made a mess." They both giggled at the memory before Ashley moved onto the next color.
"Burgundy roses mean unconscious beauty. Because you are so beautiful, Spencer, and I don't think you realize it most of the time." She handed the flower to Spencer to join the first one. "And that just enhances your beauty."
"Purple roses are unending love. I think that speaks for itself," she winked as she spoke, and Spencer chuckled as she took the rose.
"Blue roses stand for fantasies, hoping for miracles, and possibilities. You are my fantasy, my miracle and with you, the possibilities are endless." The blue rose joined the growing bunch in Spencer's hand.
"An orange rose means that I'm proud of you, and I am, Spencer. You've taken such a huge risk in choosing to love me, to be who you are. And that is so amazing." She then handed Spencer two pink roses, one light and one dark.
"Dark pink says 'thank you' and I owe you so much, baby. I still can't believe that you love me…ME, Ashley the 'freak lesbian rebel' that no one wanted anything to do with. I was so alone. And then there was you."
"Ash…" Ashley pressed her fingers to Spencer's lips to silence her.
"Shh, I know, I know," she smiled. "Light pink mean friendship. Above all else, Spencer, I am your friend and I never want to lose that connection with you."
"White roses symbolize my happiness. You make me so happy; I didn't know that someone could feel the way that you make me feel. They also mean loyalty and I will always be loyal and true to you, Spencer." Spencer nodded, not bothering to wipe at the tears that fell freely down her face at her girlfriend's thoughtful gesture.
"Yellow with the red tip, like this one," she handed the flower to Spencer. "Means friendship falling into love." She blushed and moved on to the next color.
"Red roses are true love. And simply put, you are mine, Spencer." There was one color left that Ashley hadn't explained. She slowly drew the bloom from the vase and bit her lip in a sudden onset of shyness.
"Uhm…coral colored roses mean…desire," she stumbled over her words for a moment, making Spencer's heart swell with love at the abject cuteness of the moment. Ashley stepped closer and handed Spencer the flower, looking deeply into azure eyes.
"Spencer, baby, I…" she paused, the words not coming. Hating herself for her inability to say three simple words, she searched her mind for another way to express herself.
"I wanna show you what you mean to me, how I desire you. If you'll let me."