Ashley’s head flew back into the tiles of the shower wall with a sharp crack.

“Jesus, Spencer, don’t stop,” she gasped out.

            Spencer took heed, adding another finger and thrusting as fast as she could. It wasn’t fast enough. It wasn’t hard enough. She stilled her hand, which resided deep inside of Ashley. Ashley whimpered. At this point, her ability to verbalize was non-existent. Spencer took her left hand, and pushed Ashley’s chin up, so that their eyes met.

“You want me? You want me to fuck you?”

Ashley, Spencer still deep inside of her, mumbled out her response and leaned forward to kiss the blonde.

Spencer pushed Ashley back into the tiled wall forcefully before their lips could meet, her head once again connecting with the wall.

“Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.” Spencer’s grip on Ashley’s hip tightened.

The force with which Spencer was holding her hip along with the fingers inside of her were confusing Ashley’s senses.

“Spence, you’re kinda hurting me…”

“Say it!” Her grip tightened even more. “Tell me you want me.”

“Of course I want you, Spence. But…”

Her words were interrupted as Spencer pulled her fingers out of her core, added another and entered her once again, much more harshly than before. Her pace was frenzied.

“Uh uh uhhhhhhhh, Spencerrrrr…”

Spencer kissed her, silencing her moans. She plunged her tongue into the girl’s mouth, removing it only to bite Ashley’s lower lip. Hard.

“Jesus, Spence!”

            She didn’t want to hear her complain. She quickened her speed, roughly pressing her into the side of the shower. Part of Spencer was surprised, maybe even a little angry, that Ashley was getting any enjoyment out of this, but as she felt the tightening of Ashley’s walls against her fingers, she knew she was close to release. She wanted to stop. She didn’t want Ashley to feel good. She wanted her to feel the pain she was feeling. However, as the beginning signals of orgasm reached Ashley’s face, making Ashley look damn near edible, Spencer continued.

“Oh God, Spencerrrrrrrrrrrrr…”

            Spencer removed her fingers from Ashley, who was still riding out the tremors of her release, and stepped back from the brunette. She heard something. It was a phone ringing. It was her cell phone ringing. She ran to Ashley’s room, not bothering to look back at the girl slumped over in the shower. She entered the massive room completely naked. She couldn’t remember where she had put her cell phone. Well, really she couldn’t remember where her pants had ended up. It was still ringing.  Finally, she found her jeans, flung over a lamp. Grabbing her phone from the back pocket, she flipped it open, not wanting to miss the call.

“Hello”

No answer.

“Hellooooooo”

No Answer.

“What the hell?” Spencer removed the phone from her ear, checking the screen to see who was calling her.

Clay Cell.

It was ringing again. Clay Cell was flashing on the bright screen. She pressed the button to answer. It kept ringing. It just wouldn’t stop.

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            Spencer had fallen asleep on the way from the hospital to Ashley’s. So, when they finally got to their destination, they had agreed that Ashley would shower first, which gave Spencer some time to get some rest. After a little prodding, Spencer agreed to sleep in Ashley’s bed. Ashley took a purposely long shower. She knew that Spencer desperately needed  to rest, especially with all of the talk of Clay and his burial that would take place later today. When she finally stepped out into her room, still clad in a towel, she was shocked at what she saw. Spencer was sobbing, mumbling incoherent words, and moving about, getting tangled in the bed sheets.

            She was obviously having a bad dream, but Ashley wasn’t sure what to do. Wasn’t it bad to wake someone in the middle of a nightmare? The sobs were getting louder. Ashley couldn’t take it. She climbed onto the bed, barely avoiding one of Spencer’s flailing arms.

“Spencer,” she said quietly.

Her cheeks were tear-stained, still moist with fresh tears. Ashley brought her thumb to the girl’s cheek, wiping away the moisture. This caused Spencer’s eyes to flutter open.

“Hey…You okay?”

“No, I’m really not.” Spencer said, the tears starting to fall. The dream had been so real.

Ashley laid down next to the blonde, readjusting her towel. She wiped another tear from the blonde’s face.

            The tears turned into sobs, body-wracking sobs. Ashley looked at Spencer falling apart in front of her, and she did the only thing she could think of. She scooted closer to Spencer on the bed, wrapped her arms around her, and held her with every bit of strength that she could muster.