“No,” Spencer laughed. “The best they you can do is sit at the table. You and cooking do not mix Ashley. It’s safe to keep a good distance between you and a stove.”

The rocker relinquished her hold on the blonde, “I am not that bad,” she pouted. Spence simply turned and gave her a look. Ashley rolled her eyes and sighed, “Okay I am that bad, but I could’ve tried.”

“I’m almost done here,” the blonde insisted. “Now, sit.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Ashley deadpanned as she sat down. She was actually quite relieved she didn’t have to help cook with anything but, it was always good to be nice.

“Here you go,” Spencer said as she set down the rocker’s plate.

“Thanks Angel.”

“No problem,” the blonde replied as she took a seat across from her fiancée with her plate.

The two sat in comfortable silence finishing their food. “It’s nice having the house to ourselves,” the rocker commented.

Spencer smiled. “It is nice.”

Ashley smirked, “It allows me the freedom to do this,” she purred as she slid her foot sensually down the back of the blonde’s leg. She grinned as she watched her fiancée visible shiver.

“Ashley,” Spencer whispered as she closed her eyes.

“That feel good,” the rocker asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Mmhmm,” was all the blonde could get out.

“That’s nice,” Ashley said as she abruptly pulled her foot back.

“Hey,” Spencer breathed out.

“That was for last night,” the brunette said with a smug grin as she picked up her plate and carried it to the dish washer.

“Mean,” Spencer muttered.

“Let’s play some air hockey,” the rocker said slapping her hands together.

Spencer shook her head, “You know I’m not good with those games Ash,” she sighed out.

“Please baby,” Ashley whined. “It’s fun.”

“Ashley…”

The rocker got onto her knees in front of her fiancée and pouted like nobody’s business. She even managed to make her bottom lip quiver, “Please,” she whispered.

“You’re so bad,” Spencer chuckled. “Alright I’ll play.”

“Yay,” Ashley cheered as she grabbed the blonde’s hand and dragged her into the playroom. The rocker turned on the table and handed her fiancé a mallet with a kiss. “You’re going to love this,” she promised as she shifted over to her side of the table.