A/N: So yeah, this is a response to Tutorgirl's challenge from the Spashley-board and so I'm following her rules. Which means this will be a short fic with about 5 chapter and maybe an epilogue and it'll be fluffy. So do no expect any heavy stuff happening in this story. Just some lighthearted chapters on the cuteness that is Spashley. Hope you'll enjoy the read.
"Easy does it."
"I swear Ash, if you even dare to drop me off at some deserted place and leave me behind I'll kill you."
"Tsk, tsk. So sensitive. Besides that was only once and I, technically, never left you behind."
I admit that blindfolding her and dropping her off at a creepy cemetery wasn't exactly a prince charming move. But in my defense, it was Halloween, I was drunk, bored out of my mind and she had pulled off her own prank earlier that day. And I didn't really leave her behind. I just hid behind the largest tree and snickered silently as she kept screaming for me. I totally stopped when she started crying and silently praying to God to help her kick Freddy's ass if needed though. I'm not that cruel. Today wasn't Halloween and I wasn't bored either, nor were we at a cemetery. I might be a little tipsy though, but believe me if you were in my place and doing what I was about to do you'd be more than a little tipsy.
"Ouch! God dammit, what was that?!" she screeches as she starts rubbing her shin.
"I told you to watch out. You knows these headstones stick everywhere out."
"Ashley I swear-"
"Relax, I'm kidding." I chuckle as I wrap my arms around her waist from behind." We're not even outside anymore."
"Where are we than? You know, the blindfold-trick is getting old."
"You didn't seem to mind the blindfold-trick yesterday in bed." I whisper huskily into her ear.
She laughs softly as I lead her through the room, arms still around her waist, in between the many tables until we're both up front. I glance at the room one last time and a small smile creeps onto my face. I haven't exactly changed anything in the room or even planned something. I just wanted it to be exactly the way we left it. It was more than enough really.
"Can I take the blindfold off now, please?" she asks me sweetly.
"I'll take it off for you."
I slowly undo the nod, careful not to rush anything. That, and if my hands move any faster the tremble in them will only increase. I put my hands over her eyes on the now loosened piece of cloth and kiss her tenderly on the tip of her shoulder.
"Yeah." Her response is as soft as mine and I think we both understand the importance of what's to come. Even though she has no idea what that might be. I finally pull off the blindfold and let her take in the scene in front of her. The silence envelopes us and I eagerly wait until she finally lets me know what she thinks of it.
"I can't believe you brought me here."
"Well, I was thinking of a million other places first but I ended up here so …" I answer her shyly. Suddenly wondering if this was really the right place to come. I mean it does seem kind of ridiculous for me to come here now.
"You were always the first to drag me outta here and now you practically kidnap me right back in. Kinda ironic, don't you think?" she chuckles as she keeps her eyes in front of her and gently starts rubbing the arms encircling her waist.
"Hey, I never forced you into going anywhere. I'm just charmingly persuasive like that."
"You mean manipulative?"
"Same thing." I grin.
"Why did you bring me here?" she asks genuinely confused. I smile to myself as I realize that she can't immediately put two and two together. I know I'd be confused too if she had brought me here blindfolded without any indication. But it just makes it sweeter and all the more surprising.
"Well, I was going to drag you into the gym first but I discovered that Aiden has that place booked for his next 5 years worth of dating."
She starts giggling into my arms and I soon follow her, not being able the resist her contagious laugh. The snickers die after awhile and she simply leans back into me and sighs contently. I can't help but place a second kiss onto her exposed shoulder before nuzzling her freshly washed hair. It's in times like these where all the doubt leaves my mind and I let myself enjoy the easiness and comfort that comes so naturally when we're alone together. It's in times like these, when she's in my arms without a care in the world that I just know that we were meant to be. That no matter what happened and is going to happen we'll somehow always find each other.
"Do you remember the first thing you ever said to me?"
"Are you on meds?"
"No," I laugh, "Before that."
"Oh Gosh, I don't know … I remember you wanting to kill me with your laser-eyes, though."
"Spencer, you should know by now that those are my 'I want you'-eyes." I tell her admonishingly.
"Oh yeah, of co- Oh my God, I remember!" She suddenly gasps excitedly. She turns into my arms and faces me, looking at me with a shocked expression as she finally lets it all dawn on her. It's cute and obnoxiously endearing and makes me want to hear her response all the more.
"I can't believe you still remember that."
"You poured my very pricey and much needed Starbucks coffee all over my designer shoes. How could I possibly forget?" I say while running my arms up and down her sides.
"Plus, it's pretty easy to remember a totally out-of-place innocent and sweet girl asking you where-"
"Science lab 3 is." She cuts me off with a bright smile. And with that same smile she's handing me, I know that I brought her to just the right place.
"I know that I never really showed you, but I'm showing you now. Better late then never, right?"
"Right." She whispers as she kisses me sweetly on the tip of my nose. I turn her around again and gently lift her up on the teacher's desk, before sitting myself next to her. I take her hand into mine and let her continue eyeing the lab. I know that a whole film of memories is playing in her mind right now. I know that the same happened to me.
"Do you remember when you practically blew up this thing?" she giggles lightly and turns to look straight into my eyes.
"Shut up. It was a tiny explosion, I barely scratched the table."
"The whole school needed to be evacuated." She replies dead-on.
"Whatever, everyone got the day off didn't they? Besides, it was all your fault anyway."
"Excuse me, I recall being the one who saved half of your marks just by being your partner."
"And I recall you were wearing my barely-there-skirt the day of the explosion."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You bended over to pick up something, just when I was working with the Bunsen burner "
"Ugh, forgiven. I can't believe how I put up with you sometimes."
She scoots a little closer and lays her head on my shoulder, hand still firmly placed in mine. "Me neither." I guess to any outsider this would seem so strange. Having two girls spending a night-out in the science lab of their former school without anyone of them being nerds or any kind of scientists. But call it reminiscing, call it melancholy or whatever you want it but to us this was what we needed. To us this was our throwback to more innocent days. When blowing up a lab meant a day at the beach with your girlfriend and a suspension made you look even cooler and more badass then you already were. When you thought that you didn't need a heart, a brain or any other vital organ to live but just that special person you couldn't stop thinking about.
"How did you get in here anyway?"
"I have my connections."
"Lemme guess: Breaking and Entering?"
"My bestest friends."
"I hope you're not planning on putting the blame on me again."
"Hey, I offered to give myself in, but somebody was being their perfect selfless self again."
"Yeah well I really, really didn't want to lose you." She beams at me.
"You know, I think that had to be the moment when I truly realized just how much I loved you. I mean, there was always something there and all these little significant moments kept piling up but when you just covered for me without even hesitating and making it seem as if it was the most normal thing to do, I just knew you know."
"Knew what exactly."
"Just how in love I was with you."
After so many years and after all we've been through, she still blushes and lowers her head after these little moments we have. Taking me back to the days when I'd secretly whisper sweet nothings in her ear when we were having lunch at the quad or when Paula was saying grace over at diner. Spencer never really changed. She's still that sweet and innocent sixteen year-old girl from Ohio. Only know she's stronger, a little less naïve, a lot more confident and even more beautiful.
"I can't believe it's been six years already."
"Time flies by when you're having fun."
"It sure does." She tells me as she lifts up her head and looks into my eyes. "Thank you."
"For this. For caring enough to bring me here and make me remember. For remembering in the first place. For being so sweet to me. For making me feel as if I'm the most important person in the world."
"You are." I croak out hoarsely.
"For being you, when around me."
"Well, I've come a long way."
"We both have." She quickly retorts. Knowing exactly where I'm heading with that statement.
"Spencer, I know I wasn't always the perfect girlfriend or best friend for that matter. I know I screwed up more than once and that you sometimes weren't treated the way you deserved to be treated."
"Ash, how many times do I have to tell you that what happened in the past stays in the past. I forgave you and you don't need to keep saying you're sorry." She assures me genuinely. I can't help but keep excusing myself for the mistakes I've made in the past. It just pains me to know that I let it come to the point where I hurt her and made her cry even though I had promised myself I never would. I don't care that it's been a long time ago, it's still fresh in my memory and I'm sure that the same goes for her. But that's Spencer for you, always willing to forgive and be the bigger person. Without ever rubbing it in again or using it as an excuse for her possible misbehavior. A behavior that does not exist in her little world.
"And that's exactly why I'm going to do what I'm about to do." I whisper as I kiss her temple before jumping off the desk and placing myself in between her legs.
"I don't understand-"
"You forgive me before I even tell you I'm sorry. You cover for me without even hesitating. You comfort me without even knowing what's wrong. You're always there Spence, no matter what. Some people say that their love is unconditional but you actually show it to me. You prove it to me. I wanna do the same thing for you." I explain as I thread my hands with hers and give them a little squeeze.
"You already do." She assures me.
"And I want to keep doing it forever." I continue as I lean in closer and press my forehead to hers.
"I can't promise you I'll always be this thoughtful or never forget an anniversary. I can't promise you that I will never mess up or that I'll never run away from a talk we need to have. I can promise you though that I'll always come back and that I'll try to make it up in every single way. I can promise you that no matter what happens, I'll never let you go again and that I'll search for you before you even get the chance to get lost. I can promise you that I'll never stop falling in love with you and that I'll never stop waking you up with a kiss on your chest. I can promise you that I'll never stop getting lost in your eyes and that blue will forever be my favorite color." I whisper these confessions with my eyes firmly settled onto hers, letting her know just how serious I really am. "And I can promise you that if you answer my next question with yes that I'll be there with and for you wherever you want me and whenever you need me."
I let go of her left hand as I reach for the velvety box in my back pocket.
"Ashley, what are-"
Instead of answering her, I fish for the little box behind my back and proceed to open it. Well, fumble would be the more appropriate term since one of my hands is still in hers. Which is well on the way to be crushed by the way she's squeezing it.
"Spencer Marie Carlin-"
"Oh my God." She gasps as she sees the blue sapphire, white gold wedding band. I wasn't messing around when I said that blue is and forever will be my favorite color.
"Will-" I try to continue, only to be interrupted by Spencer again.
"Oh my God, oh my God. This is actually happening!"
The shock won't leave her features and my hand continues being squished to mush by hers. I guess I can say that I successfully surprised her.
"I swear Ashley, if this is one of your cruel jokes you won't be getting any for a month." She threatens suddenly, afraid that I'm pulling a prank on her again. It's endearingly sweet that she's freaking out over a possible hoax and threatens to hit me where it hurts the most. She knows me to well.
"Will you shut up and let me finish?" I laugh, seemingly unable to finish the one sentence I've been trying to get out ever since I bought that ring well over 3 weeks ago.
"Ok." She says as she cutely inhales and exhales in effort the calm herself down. God, I can't believe I almost chickened out on doing this. Thank God, Kyla bitchslapped me into reality. It was about time that she did something right.
I look into her eyes and can't help but grin at her unsuccessful bottled excitement. This image right here along, is already worth more than any effort I put into this. And I want to be able to see that image for many more years to come.
"Will you let me be the person that really does love you and gets you and will forever love your brownies unconditionally?"
"Oh my God."
"Spencer, I promised you a lot of things but I didn't promise you to endure endless 'Oh my God's." I half-joke. In reality her non-answer was killing me and my heart-rate was increasing with the second. I really needed to hear her answer out loud. I didn't want to take any risk of misinterpreting the situation.
"Yes?" I ask her unsure, letting it slowly dawn on me.
"Yes, Ashley! I want to share my brownies with you forever and ever!" she squeals happily as she jumps onto me, wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I'm quick to support her body and hold the jewelry box tightly into my hand. Before I can let her know just how excited I am, her lips are already on mine kissing me with a perfect mixture of gentleness and passion. Letting each other know how we exactly feel through that one kiss, just like we did so many other times. We part breathlessly and press our foreheads together, enjoying the moment to the fullest.
"Yeah?" she whispers before kissing the corner of my mouth.
"I'd totally do the whole happily twirling in the air kind of thing, but I'm not that strong and you're not that light."
"Way to ruin the moment, moron." She laughs as she slaps me on my arm.
"Ah, the very sexy moron you just agreed to marry." I say cheekily.
"I did? I only remember to agreeing on sharing my brownies with you. Besides, I don't see a ring on my hand to prove that crazy assumption you just made." She says as she dramatically examines her hand.
"Well, I guess we should do something about that then."
I gently put her back down on the desk in front of me and retrieve the ring out of its box. I chance a glance at her and see that she somewhat calmed down but the teeth that are sinking into her lower lip tell me that she's still as excited as before. I take her left hand and slowly slide the ring on her finger, never daring to take my eyes of hers. She shyly ducks her head once again and examines the ring that's taking our commitment to a whole new level.
"It's beautiful." She whispers.
I bring her hand up to my mouth and kiss it with utter care.
"Than it's a match made in heaven."
"You are so corny, Ashley Davies."
"Uh-uh, that's Ashley Davies Carlin for you Miss Carlin."
"You mean, Misses Spencer Carlin Davies."
The goofy smiles cannot be swiped off our faces at this moment and I honestly don't care. Besides, I really don't think she minds them either. I'm pretty sure we're both entitled to some goofiness after tonight.
"So, wanna ditch this lame class and head to the beach for a late-night swim?"
"Hmm, you know I'd love too but I don't have my swimming suit with me." She pouts.
"Even better." I grin as I pull her off the desk and lead her away from here and towards a new destination.
Our new destination.