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Let's Have Dinner	By : Deleted account Category: M through R > Pretty Little Liars Views: 6467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spencer woke up the next morning to a blaring alarm that sounded different. The room was familiar –Wren’s bedroom. Therefore the person holding her tightly from behind was Wren. Spencer tried to sit up to turn off the alarm, but Wren pulled her closer and Spencer was flooded with images of what they did last night. “Spencer?” Wren asked groggily. “Would you turn off the alarm, it’s on your side of the bed.”
“Yeah, sure, but you’re going to have to release me.”
“Oh, right.”
Spencer sat up to turn off the alarm and shivered. “Right, still naked,” Spencer muttered to herself. “9:45? Crap, I’m supposed to be at Hanna’s at 10!” Spencer ran around the apartment, picking up her clothes and grabbing her bag. “I wasn’t supposed to sleepover.” She disappeared into the bathroom. Wren called after her, “you could just be late.”
“I don’t do late,” Spencer replied from the behind the bathroom door. Rummaging through her bag, she found the spare pair of underwear she had thrown in last minute. Thank god for a little foresight. No time for a shower though. She used a washcloth to quickly refresh after last night’s exertions. At least I won’t smell like sweaty sex. She hadn’t thought of bringing a toothbrush, so she used her finger. Brushing her hair, she looked in the mirror. I don’t look that bad, considering I’m wearing yesterday’s clothes. Don’t even have dark circles to cover up. Hair’s too messy to leave down. Spencer returned to the bedroom, and quickly kneeled on the bed. Wren had fallen back asleep. Spencer gently shook Wren awake, it was the polite thing to do after all. “Wren? I have to go, I’m running late. It’s 9:50, do you have be at the hospital?”
“Hmm? No, my shift starts later.”
“Okay, well, I just wanted to say thanks for last night.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
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The doorbell at Hanna’s rang precisely at 10:01. Hanna opened the door, “Oh my god Spence, you’re so late!”
“I know, I’m sorry.” Hanna rolled her eyes.
“I’m kidding, come on in, Emily’s finishing breakfast.” They walked into the kitchen.
“Hey Spence, you look different. You change your hair?” asked Emily
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Somehow they ended up in the lingerie section of Victoria’s Secret. Hanna and Emily had decided to look for something new. “I’m gonna go try this on, I’ll be right back,” said Spencer. After Spencer left them, Hanna and Emily exchange looks. “What the hell?”
“I know right? Spencer trying on a lacy red nightie?”
“Call Aria.” Hanna called Aria and held the phone up so Emily could hear too.
“Hey Aria, sorry to interrupt your Saturday with Ezra—but”
“Something’s up with Spencer.”
“What’s wrong? Is she okay?” asked Aria, concerned.
“Nothing’s wrong—”
“Okay, so what happened?”
“She’s really relaxed and having fun shopping and—”
“Spencer’s trying on a lacy red nightie,” Hanna cut in bluntly.
“She had sex last night,” said Aria with typical clinical frankness.
“That’s what I thought,” said Hanna.
“But she would have said something if she had heard from Toby, right?” asked Aria
“She hasn’t said a single word about Toby all day,” said Emily.
“Do you think he’s back?”
“Maybe. But what if he’s working with ‘A’? We need to know if he has an explanation for his hand. We have to know if the new ‘A’ is back in town,”
“Guys, she’s coming back,” said Emily as Spencer walked towards them. They ended the call.
“You had sex last night.”
“No. What makes you say that?” Emily looked at Hanna.
“You haven’t made one comment about the damaging effects of lingerie on post-femma-thingys”
“The objectification of women in a post-feminist society,” corrected Spencer.
“Whatever.”
“Spence, we don’t care that you had sex last night—”
“Speak for yourself Emily, I want details—”
“Hanna, please. We just want to know if you’ve heard from Toby, if he explained the wound on his hand.”
“Oh. No. I haven’t heard anything from him since he left.”
“So who did you have the great sex with then?”
“What makes you think I had great sex last night?”
“The afterglow,” explained Emily. “You seem really happy.” Spencer looked stunned.
“I—uh—Wren,” stuttered Spencer.
“How did that happen?” Spencer stared.
“The usual way?”
“No, I mean, the two of you together. Start from the beginning.”
“You know the beginning.”
“No, I mean now. Start at the beginning that led up to last night. I mean, you didn’t just knock on his door and then start banging him, did you?”
“Well, I ran into him at Radley when I tried to see Mona last week. We kissed.”
“Okay, then what happened?”
“Nothing, I left. Then I ran into at the coffee shop and we made out in his car. Then I went to see him at the hospital and we almost had sex in a supply closet.”
“Ugh, don’t talk to me about supply closets.”
“So then we made plans to meet up at his place last night.”
“So it’s just sex? You’re friends with benefits?” asked Emily
“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”
“Spencer Hastings hasn’t thought about it?” teased Hanna.
“Can we talk about something else now?”
“Sure. So how was it? Missionary? Against the wall? Rough? Fast? Did you orgasm? I bet he was polite and quiet in bed, like ‘Pardon me, I have to come.’” teased Hanna in her stuffiest British accent.
“I was too rough the first time, so he was really careful and slow the next few times.” Spencer answered, annoyed by Hanna’s impression of Wren.
“The next few times?” asked Emily.
“You slept over!”
“Accidently. Black or peach?” asked Spencer holding up two identical camisoles, trying to distract Hanna with fashion. The ploy worked and Hanna switched back to fashion and shopping.
Later on the drive home from the mall, the girls were quiet in the car.
“Spencer, fuck buddies don’t sleep over.”
“Hanna—”
“I bet you were cuddling when you woke up. Accidently slept over, my ass.”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“Spencer’s got a boyfriend,” said Hanna in a sing-song voice. Spencer face changed from annoyed to shock and horror.
“Hanna—stop—Toby?” chided Emily.
“Shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s okay.”
“Spence, what about Toby? What if he isn’t ‘A’?” asked Emily.
“I don’t know. I honestly have no idea what I was thinking.”
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