There was no hesitation.
Spencer breached the gap, pulling your face to his so that he could kiss you. It felt like he was stealing your breath away. You snaked your fingers into his hair, tugging lightly. It just encouraged him even more; he nipped at your bottom lip, moving his hands down to your waist so he could pull you closer to him.
His body was pressed up against yours, and you were on your tiptoes trying to get even closer to him. You couldn't get enough of each other, both of you panting. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up to messily throw you on the bed. For a moment you were apart, and then he was on you, this time straddling your hips. He leaned down to kiss you again, one hand curling into the hair at the back of your head. He pulled your head back, exposing your neck so he could kiss lower and lower.
You still had your hands in his hair, tugging at it and gasping when he hit sensitive spots on your skin. He stopped at your chest where your robe was covering your body, his hands dancing around the tie in the front. You looked down at him and your eyes met. There was this fire there, one that you had only seen a few times but that made your insides flutter every time.
"May I?"
God, his voice was so hot when he was like this.
"Please. Yes," you breathed.
He deftly untied your robe, and you reached forward to slip out of it and help him take his shirt off. He threw his shirt into the room somewhere and you ran your fingers up and down his surprisingly toned chest, admiring him. He was so beautiful. Your gaze went back to his face and you found him staring at you, biting his lip. You reached up to his face, wanting to pull him down to kiss you, but he stopped you.
"Wait. I want to remember you like this."
Sometimes you forgot that he had an eidetic memory. The fact that he wanted to look at you, remember what you looked like, made your heart swell. You took a moment to look at him, too. His hair was tousled to no end, his beautiful lips pink and a little swollen, still some stubble on his jaw.
His hands distracted you from your reverie. They were ghosting down your body, settling at your bare hips. He kissed your lips once again, this time moving his mouth down, over your throat, your collarbone, your nipples. He made it to your bellybutton before you heard pounding on a door.
The two of you froze, waiting to see if it would happen again. Nothing. He went back to kissing you when the pounding started again, and the distinct sound of someone calling your name. Shit.
You and Spencer jumped apart. You ran around the bed to grab your robe while he frantically looked for the shirt he had previously discarded. You dashed to the door, tying your robe around yourself and trying to fix whatever mess your hair was before opening the door. Penelope was standing there, a gift basket in hand.
"Penny!" you exclaimed, louder than you knew you needed to be. "What a surprise! What are you doing here?"
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Spencer dashing out of eyesight somewhere in your room.
"Well," she said, barging into your place, "a little birdy told me you weren't doing so well, so I thought we'd have wine and snacks and a movie! Attendance is mandatory, I am not taking no for an answer."
She plopped onto your couch, setting the basket on your coffee table. Wine and a movie? That was at least two hours, tops. You weren't sure how long Spencer could hold out. Hell, you had just gone through what felt like a rollercoaster ride. You were wet between your legs and your heart was still racing.
"Okay, girlie! Let me just get changed and I'll be ready."
"Alrighty!"
You were walking back to your room when you noticed Spencer's shoes by the side of the couch. You prayed Penny hadn't noticed them when she walked in. You nonchalantly picked them up, closing the door to your room behind you. You turned around and Spencer was right there, his eyes wide. You put your finger on your mouth, signaling him to be quiet. You grabbed some clothes and went to your bathroom, signaling Spencer in first so that you could close the door behind him. You started to get dressed, frantically whispering to him as you did so.
"After I get dressed, I'm going to walk into my closet to put my robe in there. You're going to walk side by side with me and then you're going to stay in there until she leaves."
"Can I at least grab my book from the nightstand?" he whispered back.
"No!" you smacked him lightly. "How weird does it look to keep the closet light on?"
"But your bedroom door will be closed."
You were banging around, trying to cover up the sound of your whispers.
"Absolutely not! There is nothing more suspicious than keeping the bedroom door closed with company over."
"So you expect me to sit in the dark on the floor of your closet for two hours?"
"Yes! Unless you want to personally tell Penelope what you were doing to me 5 minutes ago."
He blanched.
"I think your plan is fine," he muttered.
"Yeah. Follow me."
You walked side by side, watching him keep steps with you so that it looked like there was only one person in your room. You opened the closet door and moved aside for him to get in. He stood there a moment before sitting down among the piles of shoes and dirty clothes. You almost laughed at how funny the situation was. You closed the door on him, leaving him in the dark.
-
It wasn't until you were in a situation like this that you realized how much Penny loved to talk. Even with the movie going on, some cute little chick flick, you were forced to pay attention and participate. But all you could think about was the feeling of Spencer's hands on you, how his lips felt against your body.
You were acting weird and spacey, you knew you were. Poor Penny had to struggle to keep the conversation afloat for the both of you. You just sipped on your wine, laughing when you knew you should and trying your best not to give one word answers to everything she asked you.
Then, finally, it was over. You had made it. Penny was on her way out when she stopped cold by the doorway.
"Is that Spencer's bag?"
What?
You turned to where she was looking. He had nestled his leather bag in your desk chair. The chair had been pushed in, so you hadn't even seen it sitting there. Fuck.
"Oh, yeah! I completely forgot about it. I drove him home yesterday because he was in a hurry and he left it in my car. I brought it up with me on accident and just put it there to keep it out of the way."
"He really forgot his bag? He carries it around everywhere."
You shrugged nonchalantly.
"I know, it was really weird. He was in such a hurry. I texted him too, and he said he didn't need it for a few days. I figured I'd give it back when we got back to the office day after tomorrow."
"Huh. So did you two ever stop whatever feud you had going on?"
"Uhhhhh..." you hesitated. "I guess? We're not on bad terms, if that makes sense? After my accident, he was really there for me. Made things easier."
She nodded.
"Uh huh. Anyways, I guess I'll see you in a few days! I hope you feel better soon, sugar. Call or text me anytime, okay?"
You hugged her and smiled.
"Absolutely, Penny. Thank you. It means a lot that you came here for me tonight."
You meant that. Even though it had interrupted a... steamy moment, the fact that she had shown up out of the blue just to try to take care of you made your heart warm. You loved her so much, and were thankful to have her in your life.
"Anytime, girl. Have a good night."
"You too, Pen. Text me when you get home safely, alright?"
You closed and locked the door as she left. You turned around to go get Spencer from the closet, but he was already leaning in the doorway of your bedroom with a small smile on his face. You grinned and made your way over to him, putting your hands on his chest. You were nervous all of a sudden. When it wasn't happening in the moment, when you had to actually think about what you were going to do, your stomach was full of butterflies.
"Well?" you asked. "Are you ready?"
He put his hands on your shoulders.
"Not tonight," he said softly.
"What?" you frowned up at him. He looked somewhere behind you, and then focused on your face again.
"From what it looks like, you had a few drinks. I'm not doing anything with you unless you're sober and consenting."
"Spencer. It was like two or three glasses of wine, I'm not even really tipsy. And I was more than willing to consent earlier."
"Yes, I know," he chuckled, rubbing your shoulders to soothe you. "I'm just not comfortable with it. I feel like I'd be taking advantage of you. Why don't we just watch some tv, okay? Another documentary?"
You knew he was protecting you, but it was so frustrating. You were so close. But you also didn't want to pressure him either. If he wasn't comfortable, you weren't going to push it.
"Yeah, that's okay."
He steered you to the couch once more. You plopped down on the cushions and he sat right next to you, pulling the blanket off of the back of the couch to cover your lap. The two of you stayed up late, snacking and chatting until you both fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.