“Ashleyyy I’m gonna-” Spencer gasped for breath.

“Come, sweetness,” Ashley coaxed, curling her fingers slowly, beckoning Spencer to heaven.

“Ooohhhhh” Spencer moaned loudly as her world went white. Cream spilled from her pussy as she shook, completely carried away by the waves of bliss. The spasms rose to a crescendo once, twice, three times… six times before Spencer washed up on the shores of reality. She whimpered, dimly aware of the brunette cleaning the last drops of fluid from her swollen folds.

Ashley lovingly caught every last drop before moving up her lover’s body. It was coated with a barely-there sheen of sweat. The brunette knew how important intimacy was to a girl immediately after something as emotionally weighty as orgasm. She quickly wrapped her arms securely around Spencer, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. Leaning over the edge of the bed, Ashley grabbed the duvet and pulled it snugly around both of them, cradling her new lover against her chest.

“You’re heart’s beating so hard,” Spencer murmured after her breathing had slowed.

“Cause I was so turned on by my beautiful girl,” Ashley chuckled tenderly, nuzzling Spencer.

The blonde listened to Ashley’s heart until it slowed, tracing soft patterns on a caramel breast all the while.

“Ashley?” Spencer questioned after a while, her dark lashes still fanned against her cheeks.

“Yeah baby?” Ashley answered, eyes shut as well.

“What’s gonna happen tomorrow morning… I mean, what does all this mean?”

Ashley planted a gentle but firm kiss on the part of the golden locks for the hundredth time. “Whatever you want it to mean Spence. I care about you a lot but I’ll understand anything you want out of this. This changes everything but it doesn’t mean that we can’t go back to being friends, or be more than friends tomorrow. I just don’t regret anything and I don’t want you to either.” She confessed.

“I don’t wanna stay ‘just friends’,” Spencer replied honestly. Then she took a leap of faith far away from the voice of rationality screaming at her from the back of her head:

“IthinkIloveyouAsh.”

In the war movies, you don’t hear anything after a bomb goes off. Just echo, just shock. Spencer’s heart froze as she waited aching seconds for the response.

“I love you too Spence,” Ashley’s velvety voice replied with an emotional twinge.

Spencer breathed a sigh cut short by Ashley’s lips. The brunette let out a soft, short giggle.

“I don’t think I’d have been able to sleep if you hadn’t said that.”

“Me neither,” Spencer confided.

“But now you can-” Ashley paused to kiss her forehead- “and you should.”

“Mhmm. Goodnight Ash,” Spencer sighed, snuggling farther into Ashley.

“Sweet dreams, Spence,” Ashley whispered, before the two tipped over the brink of night into a blissfully dreamless sleep.