Title: Foggy
Author: Ripptyd
Rating: R
Pairing: Spencer/Ashley.
Words: 473
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I'm broke.
Summary: Written for a challenge at son500

The leather seats stick to the back of her thighs, skirt pushed up high around her waist. She shifts her body and feels a moan in her ear and the hand on her knee slip higher. She can’t slow down her heart. It’s pounding steady in her chest, and Spencer vaguely thinks the only reason it’s still there is because of Ashley’s hand. Gently kneading, as if willing it to stay inside. A half moan falls out of her mouth before Ashley’s lips cover hers, pressing closer. The scratch of the brunette’s jeans against the inside of her legs makes her arch upwards, hands diving underneath the back of a thin cotton shirt.

She can taste coffee in Ashley’s mouth. Nips and sucks slowly at lips and the invading tongue, drawing out the flavor. She can remember the bouncy girl from only an hour ago, wired on caffeine and begging the blonde to go on a drive with her. The pretense was quickly erased when the car pulled off to the side of a back road, and Spencer felt wet lips press behind her ear and a hand pulling her to the backseat of the car that now looked as if it was stranded.

Ashley’s hair is heavy in Spencer's hands as she holds their lips together. And then a finger is tracing the edge of her underwear, and all she can do is let a hand slide down a slim neck and further. The sharp gasp against her mouth makes her shudder and whimper and push her thigh up between Ashley’s while her hands begin to fight with an unnecessary belt. Fingers slip against skin and sink inside. They kiss once. Twice. Breathe heavily against each other’s faces.

Ashley is trying to say something, keeps whispering phrases that get cut off, and Spencer watches her. Watches the flush build in her cheeks, the way her eyes close, and she moans loudly at the sight. Blue eyes slide shut; she can’t focus anymore as Ashley’s thumb feels heavy against her.

They’re moving together frantically in the confines of the backseat. Spencer raises her head to take Ashley’s mouth in a desperate attempt to keep from flying off into oblivion as her hips buck, pulling long fingers deeper. Ashley is moving erratically against Spencer and when they still, Spencer lets out a long shaky breath, holding Ashley’s body to her own. The brunette’s face is tucked into her neck, panting and kissing, tongue tasting the salty perspiration.

The leather seats stick to the back of her thighs, skirt pushed high around her waist. Ashley’s hand is still between her legs, stroking lightly. Spencer drops a soft kiss on the top of the head on her shoulder, closing her eyes to sink into the moment before the real world comes knocking on the foggy windows.