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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, unlike her peers, hated having days off from school for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving for other people meant gathering with relatives, watching football, and being relegated to the kiddie table when you’re nearly eighteen. Thanksgiving dinner for the Hastings occurs at 12:30pm in the country club dining room. Of course, once again her father will have requested a table near the buffet, insuring that three minutes cannot pass without some drunk asshole accompanied by wife stumbles over to say hi to their old buddy Peter and his wife “Vivian” and ask if “Melissa” has heard from her colleges yet. Spencer would wish that everyone would go home so the wait-staff could be with their families.
At least there were two days of school before then. Having the rest of the week off from school meant that Spencer was alone because her friends had family obligations that couldn’t be avoided. Spencer usually used this time to get ahead on schoolwork. With so much time for schoolwork coming up, she allowed herself to call Wren on Sunday to arrange a meeting for Monday evening. Until then, she had schoolwork to do. After all, ‘A’ could try to kill her but Spencer would be damned if this new ‘A’ was going to completely ruin her GPA.
Normally her bedroom was a sanctuary, but today she could only think about Toby sitting in her red chair, reading while she worked. Haunted by the image, she packed her books and left for the coffee shop.
…
Spencer struggled with her AP Calc homework, cursing her ambition for taking BC instead of AB. “Talking to yourself, Spencer?”
“Wren, hi, I didn’t know you came here.”
“Yeah, the hospital’s nearby. I just finished my shift.”
“Right”
“So I take it that calculus is giving you trouble?”
“Yes. It’s awful. I thought that I could handle taking BC calc, but I’m drowning in derivatives; so much for boosting my college app.”
“Well, I don’t know what BC stands for, but maths is the same all over, even in England. Let’s take a look here.” Wren sat next to Spencer on the bench. “Which one are you having trouble with?”
“All of them—I’ve totally blanked out my last four math classes. I think I might have fallen asleep. Is it possible to have calc-induced narcolepsy?” Wren laughed. He leaned toward Spencer, placing his left hand on Spencer’s low back while he read the problems in the textbook.
“Let’s start with this one,” said Wren, pointing to an easier problem. Together they hunched over her books.
“Why is it so easy when I do it with you?” Spencer locked eyes with Wren and blushed. “I—that—I mean—that came out wrong.” Wren smiled. Spencer laughed, holding his gaze, embarrassment gone.
“I’m going to get a refill. Can I get you anything?”
“Spencer, hey, I haven’t seen you since the trunk show,” said CeCe, walking over to their table. “I’m sorry, I see you’re with a friend.” CeCe stood in front of their table, one hip out, head tilted, just like Ali.
“Wren, this is CeCe Drake, she moved to Rosewood recently. CeCe, is Wren Kingston.”
“CeCe, I was just getting up for refills, could I get anything for you?”
“No, thanks, I’m good.” CeCe sat down in Wren’s chair. “So, Spencer,” began CeCe, looking straight through Spencer like she had seen her having sex with Wren, “your friend is really cute. Who knew hospital pajamas could look like that. I guess you really do like older guys. I just hope he isn’t another one of Melissa’s boyfriends.” Spencer stared at CeCe. “Don’t worry, Toby won’t hear about him from me. Tell Wren it was really nice meeting him. Bye lovie.” CeCe sauntered off, flashing a big smile at Wren as she left. Spencer continued to watch Wren as he ordered and paid. She smiled at him as he returned to her.
“Your friend left?”
“Yeah, she left, thank god.”
“Why thank god?”
“She’s freakishly like Ali. Seeing CeCe, sometimes it’s like Ali’s alive. They were friends. When she was talking to me, it was like she knew what we did Friday night.”
“Spencer, I assure you that it is not possible.”
“I know, I know, it’s just that she said a couple of things the same way Ali did. Ali knew all our secrets. She said that it kept us close, but she taunted us, holding our secrets against us. God, I need a drink. I need to relax. My paranoia is on overdrive. CeCe’s great. She helped me get my college app for UPenn in on time.”
“See, there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“Yeah, now I just have to wait to hear back from UPenn.”
“I’m sure that you will be accepted. You are quite extraordinary, you know. But for now, there is nothing to do on that front.”
“Just start writing my applications for safety schools.” Wren smiled.
“Even if by some bizarre misguided choice you are not accepted to your first choice, remember, you can always transfer. A friend of mine wasn’t accepted to UPenn his first go-round, but after his freshman year was able to transfer to UPenn. He worked hard at his second choice school and applied as a transfer student. The initial college admissions process is not the be all and end determining where you graduate from.”
“You said you finished your shift?”
“I did say that, yes. I was on my way home. Would you like to come with me?” Spencer smiled.
“I intend to—over and over again,” she whispered in his ear.
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Once inside the building Spencer pinned Wren to the wall, devouring him with her kisses. Wren’s hands had slipped through the open front of her coat to hold her closer. Wren pushed her back, guiding her towards the stairs. Spencer tripped, pulling Wren down with her. Tangled on the stairs they giggled into their kiss.
“We have to stop—” kiss
“no” kiss
“up the stairs” kiss
“okay,” Wren agreed, taking Spencer’s hand and leading her up the few flights of stairs to his apartment. Spencer draped herself around Wren’s back as he unlocked the door. She reached under his coat and slipped her hand under his scrubs, gently dragging her fingernails across Wren’s bare chest. “Spencer, you have to stop, I have to concentrate on the lock.” Spencer took a step back and waited to enter the apartment. Once the door was opened Wren began to enter. He looked behind for Spencer. He grabbed her hand and twirled her into the apartment, then pulled her back, spinning her into his chest as if they were dancing. Spencer raised her gaze slowly up to Wren’s eyes. The space between their lips grew smaller and smaller until they nearly touched.
“Wren, dear, is that you? Could you tell me when I’m supposed to take my warfarin and when I take the little yellow ones? Oh, you have a young lady with you. I’ll ask the pharmacist tomorrow.”
“Joan, you don’t take warfarin anymore.” Wren turned to Spencer, “Go in, I’ll be right there.”
Wren returned twenty minutes later to find Spencer pulling his copy of 1776 off the bookshelf.
“You know, Washington kicked your redcoat ass.”
“General Howe is vastly underrated. And if not for the surprising capture of Trenton, Howe would have eventually crushed the rebellion,” replied Wren, confidently walking towards Spencer.
“No, Howe failed to capitalize on opportunities. Ultimately that would have led to his failure against the Continental Army even without Washington’s brilliant attack on Trenton. Howe could have taken Washington if he had attacked Brooklyn Heights, but he halted his troops for the day, Washington was able to retreat and Howe lost an opportunity to inflict losses on the Continental Army,” rebutted Spencer, taking a few steps forward, meeting Wren.
“Howe did have a certain inability to be spontaneous, to look beyond the planned outcome; that I agree is a flaw. Opportunities should be met openly and without reservations.” They kissed hungrily, tugging at their clothes to remove them quickly.
“Bed?”
“Yes” They managed to stumble into the bedroom, falling on to the bed together with Spencer lying naked on top of Wren. Spencer began to tug at his boxers Wren broke their kiss and rolled them over.
“Wait, I’ll be right back,” said Wren, leaving Spencer naked and ready on the bed to find a box of condoms. He held up a shiny foil packet as he returned. Spencer tilted her head, annoyed that he had stopped.
“Wren, I told you, I’m on the pill.”
“But you have your whole life ahead of you. Multiple forms of contraception are always recommendable.” Spencer rolled her eyes.
“Thank you for the PSA, doctor buzzkill.”
“It may not have much sex appeal, but I care for you.”
“Shut up and kiss me.” They kissed. Spencer rolled them so she was on top. Spencer pulled the packet out of Wren’s hand, tore open the foil and tried to remember the details of the lesson on rolling the condom onto a banana in sex ed. class. Spencer was surprised by Wren’s physical reaction to her hands unrolling the condom down the length of his penis. Spencer smiled. She positioned herself above him, her hand clasp around him still until she took him in completely. She began grinded herself against him, finding the rhythm that she liked best. She leaded forward, groaning with pleasure at the build-up. Wren played his fingers around her breasts, alternating squeezing the breast and grazing the nipple. He continued until Spencer was on the edge of her orgasm and then sat up, readjusting their position so her feet were behind him and he was leaning against the headboard. Spencer tensed and stared at Wren.
“Was that for the redcoat comment?” Wren ran his hands up and down Spencer’s back.
“It was going to be over before it started. Watching you come like that would have put me over the edge. I’ll last a little longer this way and you’re still in control.”
“I was so close—watching me really does that to you?”
“When you’re on top of me, it’s all I can do to hold off a little longer. You’re intoxicating, Spencer,” said Wren before he dipped his head and took her breast into his mouth. Spencer arched her back and began moving against him again. He bit and teased her nipple, gently stroking the sides of her breasts. She used his shoulder to steady herself as she moved along him, finding her rhythm again. She pulled his hair a little, then harder to pull his head off of her breasts. She locked eyes with him and stared at his open mouth. She placed her fingertips on his smooth bottom lip, pulling down a little gently.
“I’m on the edge,” she panted before kissing him. Wren pulled her chest closer and her wet hard nipples moved against his chest in time with her hips. She moved a little faster, the wet slapping of their bodies in motion together becoming louder, faster; Spencer moaned into their kiss. She tensed around him and Wren bucked his hips once into her, coming at the same time.
Descending from their high, Wren rolled Spencer onto her back and rolled back onto his side. He pulled the used condom off and tossed it into the bin before collapsing onto his back. Spencer pulled a blanket up to cover them before snuggling into Wren’s body.
“Spencer, fuck buddies don’t sleep over.”
“Fuck off, Hanna, I know you’re right. Just leave me alone with him for a moment before I have to leave.”
“I should get going.”
“Is something wrong?” Wren sat them up. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, this was wonderful, thank you,” she replied between kisses. “I just have to go.”
“May I walk you out?”
“Sure.”
…
A happy young couple walked out of a building. The man talked as he carried the woman’s bag and the woman laughed, reaching for the man’s hand. They held hands next to a car and kissed.
A hand in a black leather glove crushed an empty water bottle. “They make a cute couple, don’t they?” asked Mona. Mona held a DSLR with a long lens in her gloved hands. “Thoughtful of them to stop under a streetlamp,” she said, “low-light photos at this distance are a bitch.”
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