Two days after Spencer’s pensive bout, she finally found some time to detach herself from her books and make it over to Ashley’s to spend some quality time with her girlfriend. She had resolved herself to having the conversation she had been mulling over in her mind nonstop.

Ashley answered the door beaming, still giddy whenever she saw Spencer and realized she was there for her, to see her, be with her. As they trekked up to her room, Ashley felt so much more relaxed now that she didn’t have to devote her energy to proving her love, she could just display it. Gone was the jaded rockstar; well, not completely gone, but certainly in hibernation. In her place was a puddle of reckless sentimentalism. Horny, reckless sentimentalism. Shutting the bedroom door, Ashley watched Spencer step inside nervously and smiled at her.

“Well, hello Beautiful”

“Fuck me!” It came out eager and demanding, a plea laced with a hint of whining. Spencer stopped in her tracks, startled by her own words. This was not how she had planned this.

Ashley’s eyes darkened and she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Spencer’s waist.

“Well, who am I to say no?” She intoned slightly puzzled but not wishing to

spoil the suggestion. She leaned in and sealed her lips on Spencer’s, pushing her tongue into her mouth and gliding it around. She could feel Spencer molding her body into hers and they collectively took a few steps backward to the bed until Spencer disentangled herself determinedly.

“Wait. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I actually want to talk.”

“You want to talk?” Ashley asked panting disbelievingly.

“Yes.”

“You want to talk…about fucking?” Spencer blushed and averted her eyes but nodded vigorously.

“Yes.”

“Couldn’t we just fuck instead? Skip the middleman?”

“Ashleyyy. Stop it, this is really hard for me.” Ashley grabbed Spencer’s arms, and squaring her, looked at her girlfriend. She could see Spencer was being honest. Her eyes seemed to have a green fire behind them, casting moving shadows on the blue lenses that made golden flashes glint at her as Spencer turned her head.

“Okay. So talk.”

“I….okay. So…well. It’s just…–”

“I am going to either die or kill you if you don’t finish a sentence soon. Either way, our relationship would be ruined,” Ashley joked, then turned serious, “Baby, I want to hear what you have to say, but just say it already.” Ashley looked Spencer square in the eyes and smiled reassuringly. Spencer returned the smile, looked down, took an audible, deep breath and then looked at Ashley again, steeling herself.