“We’ll see about that,” Spencer replied. “How do you play?”

“Alright, the object of the game is to use the mallets to hit the puck into the other player’s goal. You have seven seconds to hit the puck when it’s in your area. Whoever gets to seven points first wins the game,” the rocker explained.

“Sounds simple enough,” the blonde shrugged.

“Okay let’s get started,” Ashley set the puck in the middle. “Alright we’ll go on three, one, two, three!”

Immediately the couple went for the puck. Spencer managed to hit the puck first. It went soaring onto Ashley’s side. The rocker hit it back. The blonde struck again and it went into the goal.

“I did it,” she yelled joyfully.

“Very good baby,” the rocker congratulated. “Okay it’s on your side now.”

“Oh,” Spencer scrambled to get the puck. She set it down and quickly smacked it over onto Ashley’s side. The puck soared into the rocker’s goal before she could do anything. The blonde’s jaw dropped. “Yes,” she shouted.

“You’re pretty good,” Ashley whispered surprised.

“Beginner’s luck maybe,” Spencer shrugged with a smile.

“Yeah, let’s keep playing,” the rocker replied putting on her game face.

Five minutes later.

“Did you let me win Ashley,” the blonde asked setting down her mallet.

“No, I didn’t,” the rocker muttered rubbing the back of her neck. “You actually beat me.”

“Like I said it was probably just beginner’s luck,” Spencer replied.

“Let’s go again,” Ashley said setting up the game.

“Okay,” the blonde shrugged.

Three minutes later.

Spencer bit her lip, “At least that game was closer,” she said cautiously.

“Spencer it was three to seven,” Ashley growled. “You killed me!”

“It’s not a big deal,” the blonde sighed.

“Let’s go again,” the rocker hissed.

“Ashley I don’t think-”

“Shh,” Ashley interrupted. “Again.” She said setting the puck up.

Four minutes later.

“What the fuck,” the rocker growled slamming her mallet down. The score was zero to seven.

“Okay no more playing,” Spencer whispered putting the mallets and puck away.

“No, one more game,” Ashley said.

“No,” the blonde replied sternly. “You’re too competitive and you’re a sore loser.”

“I am not,” the rocker scoffed. “You just cheated,” she whispered.

“Oh you’re definitely not a sore loser,” Spencer replied sarcastically.

“You’re wearing my tank top Spencer,” Ashley yelled accusingly.

“What does that have to do with anything,” the blonde questioned with a frown.

“You’re wearing my clothes and it’s sexy and distracting,” the rocker explained. “And it’s not only that! Each time you would bend over my eyes would zone in on your cleavage therefore taking my focus off of the game which in turn caused me to lose. See, cheating!”

Spencer laughed, “Seriously Ashley?”

“You’re a very devious player Ms. Carlin,” the rocker replied moving towards the blonde. “I must give you props,” she purred wrapping her arms around her fiancée.

“Whatever Ash,” Spencer giggled.

Ashley smiled and gave the blonde a tender kiss on the lips. She let out a content sigh and pulled her in a little closer. “Spencer?”

The blonde tilted her head. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“One more game,” the rocker whined.

“Ashley!”

Not what you expected huh? This feed your hunger for spashley time?