“The smartest.”

“How’s that headache of yours?” the blonde asked sarcastically after a few moments.

Ashley put on a face of mock pain as she put a hand to her forehead, “I’m going to die. I can see it now; there will be headlines in the paper ‘Death by Massive Headache’ they’ll say. Come to my funeral, Spencer, but do not cry for me! Bring flowers. Just not roses…I hate roses.”

Spencer blinked in awe. Letting out a small laugh she said, “Okay, stop being overdramatic!”

“Who’s being overdramatic? Not me. I’m never over dramatic,” the brunette said while smiling her brilliant nose-wrinkling smile.

“Well, I don’t want you dead.” The taller girl masked her face in faux thought. “I think I can fix it.”

“Oh? Do you? What, do you have some Advil with you? Aspirin? Ibuprofen?”

“No, it’s a different kind of medication,” Spencer smirked.

“Well, if it’s just you talking then I don’t think it will hel—”

Ashley was silenced by the other girl’s lips on her own. Oh, this kind of medication. Works for me.. She pulled back for a second, “Am I allowed to OD on this?”

“That would be difficult considering you’re talking,” Spencer grumbled before pulling the other girl’s face back to her own.

“Wait,” Ashley pulled back again making the blonde groan in annoyance. “Are there any side effects?” she asked while hiding a smirk.

“If I tell you, will you shut up, so I can get on with dosing?” the blonde asked in a desperate tone. Ashley nodded the affirmative, so the girl continued. She had to admit, talking about kissing like it were a drug seemed pretty retarded, but it was amusing, nonetheless. Pursing her lips in thought, she said, “May cause…whimpering,” she said as she crashed their mouths together making Ashley, in fact, whimper from the sudden contact. Spencer pulled away. “Moaning,” she suggested huskily as she slipped a hand under her girlfriend’s shirt, undoubtedly causing a light moan to erupt from the tiny brunette. “Or groaning,” she smirked as she raked her nails across the other girls abs. Without missing a beat, Ashley’s moan turned to a groan, and Spencer was enjoying this torture induced pleasure she was causing. “And if you’re lucky…” she continued as she removed her hand from under the shirt and slid it slightly under the waistband of the small girl’s jeans, “screaming of one’s name.”