DISCLAIMER: South of Nowhere and its characters are the property of The N network, no infringement or profit (damn it!) intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have always said that you have to watch out for the quiet ones. This is a good example of that. Spencer's already proven on the show that she's not so innocent. This just takes it a step further. <g>
CHALLENGE: Written for Passion & Perfection's Big 5000.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
It was just another night, like a million other nights or so it seemed. Summer had dragged on since the school year had ended. Clay was dead. Aiden was wounded. Ashley was gone. Spencer was
The music thumped against the walls of the building she leaned up against, matching the thumping of her body, a dull ache that started in her heart and traveled southward, only to repeat the upward circuit back to her constricting chest. Long ago, she stopped thinking about how many times she had ended up against this same wall with another dark-haired, mysterious stranger.
Little nuances would be different. The mystery woman's hair may not smell the same. The hands may move too slow, sometimes too fast, ending the ecstasy too quickly, but as long as Spencer closed her eyes, she could imagine Ashley's touch, smell the lavender and patchouli that was uniquely her lover ex-lover.
The blonde shook her head from side-to-side trying to remove those unwelcome thoughts from her mind. Instead she focused on the hand unzipping her jeans, pushing them down around her ankles. Spencer grabbed a fistful of dark hair roughly and pulled the nameless woman down in the desired direction.
"You're so beautiful, Spencer," the husky voice broke through Spencer's fantasy, reminding her of where she was and what she was doing. She refused to stop, not now.
"Shut up and fuck me."
Suddenly, she was flipped around. Her palms bracing her body against the cold concrete. Forceful hands grabbed her hips, pulling her backwards.
"Is this what you want?"
"What do you think? And I said shut the fuck up," the innocent girl from Ohio had died prom night with her brother along with the one love she thought she could always depend on.
Without pretense, two fingers were thrust in from behind. Spencer dug her nails into the grimy concrete wall. It was an odd time to notice the smell of piss and beer. It made her feel dirty and as she ground her hips into the hand stroking her, she found this immensely appropriate at the moment.
"Does that feel good?" A third finger was added, pushing in deeper, taking Spencer's breath away.
She groaned her approval, "Fuck! Yes!" Her hips began to move faster, her own slick wetness running down the inside of her thighs, until stars exploded behind her closed eyes.
"Oh god, oh god, oh Ashley, oh god, YES!" Spencer refused to turn around as she pulled her pants up.
"Go, and no matter what you say, we never met. Got it?" A single tear ran down the blonde's cheek as she listened to the heels click down the alley becoming more distant every second. When the delicate noise was almost gone, she turned to watch the retreating figure. For a moment, Spencer could fake herself into believing that it was Ashley and for that fleeting second, much like her first love, the ache in her heart was gone.
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