Thomas Residence
 

When ideas happen.

It was dumb, but Leighton thought after she and Spencer slept together, he'd finally ask her to be his girlfriend. Two weeks later, it still hadn't happened. However, he did seem more into her than ever before, so that was a plus. He was consistently popping up out of nowhere and sending her sweet text messages. Her mom always told her that men fall in love with sex first, so Leighton used that to her advantage, and it worked for the most part.

Lying on her bed, Leighton held her phone above her face, staring at Spencer’s last few text messages to her, wondering why he had responded yet. Her head was swirling with many different scenarios, but she was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt while also trying not to think about his reputation before her. Things had been going so well. She couldn't imagine him wanting to throw all that away.

Hearing a knock at the door, her mother entered to tell her she was going to bed. She rolled over onto her stomach, looking back at the door. “Okay. Good night, love you too.” Leighton said. She looked back down at her phone, frowning. Tossing her phone aside, Leighton pulled her school books back in front of her and picked up her pencil. She was trying to focus, but she could only think about Spencer and how he hadn't texted her back.

After a while, Leighton gave up on her schoolwork and shut her books. She started to doodle Spencer’s name in a heart on the front of her math book cover. Looking at it for a moment, she realized if Spencer were to see it before he asked her to be his girlfriend, she’d be embarrassed. As she was about to scribble it out, erase it, do something, Leighton heard something outside her bedroom window. What the actual fuck? Getting out of bed, she went to the window to inspect. Before she knew it, her window slid open, and Spencer climbed through, not at all gracefully. She bent down and grabbed him by one of his arms, trying to help him to his feet. “What are you doing here? Do you want my mom to kill us both?” She questioned, her eyes darting between him and her bedroom door.

Spencer answered while he looked around her bedroom. He’d only seen it briefly from the hallway when he came over for dinner once. “You missed me?” She looked over her shoulder as she hurried towards her door and locked it just in case her mother heard whispers and wanted to investigate. It would give Leighton time to hide Spencer. “We could’ve FaceTimed?” Or you could've just answered your text messages! Leighton wanted to scream at him, but she chose to take a different route. He was here. He wasn't with someone else. He was in her bedroom.

It hadn't occurred to her that she was wearing the shirt he gave her to wear home once until he commented. Leighton glanced down. She was only in his t-shirt and underwear. Leighton looked back at him with a smile, “Oh well, it’s mine now,” Leighton shrugged and giggled. Happily moving towards him, her arms latched around his neck before her lips found his. After greeting him properly, she pulled back, gazing into his eyes, “Hi.” He still got to her every time.

In his mind, they were already a couple despite him not officially asking her out. It wasn't until Jess had talked to him that he realized that Leighton might not have seen things the same way. There were many reasons Spencer preferred to be a free agent, and having to verbalize his feelings and shit was definitely one of them. Still, Leighton was worth it and because of that, he had to at least try to be better. So, that was what lead him to stumbling in through her bedroom window late at night.

"No, not particularly," he answered facetiously asked if he wanted her mother to kill them. "I didn't realize how hard that would be," he told her as she helped him back to his feet. "I'm here because I missed you." Spencer looked around her room, taking in all the little details. His room was usually a mess and minus a few posters that he'd hung up with tape and thumbtacks, he hadn't put nearly the effort that she had into making his room look good. His attention turned back to the real reason he was here though, and he finally noticed a familiar shirt hugging her curves. "Is that mine?" he asked, wondering if she realized how incredibly hot that she looked. There was something irresistible about seeing a girl wear your clothes, he'd happily let her keep it.

His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as she moved in close to him. The original purpose of his visit was suddenly foggy as she kissed him and suddenly all his teenage mind could think about was tearing that shirt off of her. "Hey," he replied with a hushed tone and smile. Unable to fight his urges, he leaned in to kiss her more, with tongue this time, one of his hands making its way to her ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Spencer didn't know how long they stood their making out for but finally he pulled back and smiled down at her again. "I actually came over here for another reason." he admitted.

Holding onto her forearms, he gently pulled her arms off his shoulders before taking one of her hands in his and leading her over to the bed to sit down. Pretending not to notice as she nervously flipped one of her textbooks over behind them, Spencer tried to figure out how to go about this. "I mean, I did miss you but, uh, what I really wanted to know... I was wondering, do you want to be my girlfriend?" 'Real smooth, Romeo.'

Leighton giggled when Spencer squeezed her butt. His hand stayed there until he stopped kissing her and announced he was there for another reason. Spencer moved the two of them over to the bed, where she nervously flipped her book over and pushed it away from them, hoping he hadn't noticed. Leighton hadn't expected what Spencer asked next.

Spencer Walker just climbed through my fucking bedroom window to ask me to be his girlfriend? What in the fucking Black Mirror? For a moment, Leighton was quiet as she dealt with her inner dialogue while still trying to process that everything she'd wished for was finally coming true. Once realizing that she’d been silent longer than she intended, she looked over at him, “Yes,” Leighton finally answered, nodding her head. “Yes. Always fucking yes,” she grinned uncontrollably. Leighton leaned in and gave him another kiss, pulling away from his lips, “It took you fucking long enough, you dingbat!” She teased and kissed him deeply. Her hand moved to the side of her face as they continued.

She didn't know how he did it, but time always seemed to stand still when they were together. Leighton understood why the teenage girls were always fawning over him. He was handsome and mysterious and could make you feel like the only girl in the world. Now he was finally hers and only hers. Leighton broke the kiss briefly to push her school books out of the way and move back against her pillows, with Spencer following. It probably wasn't the best idea she’s had lately with her mother in the other room, but she couldn't help it. He always tasted so good.

Leighton broke the kiss again after Spencer settled between her legs. She pushed some of the strands back that had fallen in his face, smiling and admiring him. “You make me so happy,” she admitted softly. “Happier than I've been in a long time.”

Spencer was overjoyed when she said yes, not that he showed it externally. A smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye was about the happiest emotional response he seemed capable of lately. Even with everything going right, he felt this overhanging sense of dread and despair. Not just in this moment either but in all aspects of his life.

Eagerly joining her on the bed as they made out some, he really hoped that Violet wasn't the bed check type but he honestly wouldn't it past her. Leighton knew her mom better than he did though so until she pulled away, he had no intentions of stopping. His eyes remained closed and lips slightly puckered in hopes that she would change her mind and continue kissing. Instead she spoke so he opened his eyes and smiled back.

"You make me happy too." It felt like a lie, only because hardly anything made him truly happy anymore. She was the only thing is his life that brought him close to that feeling of 'happiness'. "I like you more than I've ever liked a girl before." Not really wanting to talk about his feelings any loger, he leaned down and distracted her with more kissing.

Spencer's erection grew as their tongues swirled around each other and her hand gripped onto his hair. 'Fuck, I don't want her thinking I just came here for sex.' Spencer still didn't even know if doing anything of that nature was even on the table with her mom so close by. Maybe she was a wash sleeping pills down with wine deep sleeper kind of mom. Despite her being his girlfriend's mom and dad's girlfriend's best friend, Spencer really didn't know a whole lot about the woman. Just random rumors here and there that came from their classmates. Even Sam didn't know a whole lot of hard facts about her and Leighton didn't exactly like talking about her much either.

Spencer finally pulled back from the kiss and stared down at her, all the hair that she'd fixed falling right back down into his face again. "Hi."

“Yeah?” Leighton’s eyes lit up when Spencer talked about his feelings as she played with the collar of his t-shirt. Her eyes instinctively closed when Spencer started to kiss her again, quickly getting caught up in the moment again.

Leighton had turned down Spencer for months. There was no way she was telling him to stop. She'd go as far as he wanted to. Not to mention, Leighton thought if she kept him satisfied enough, he wouldn’t want to go exploring. She knew it shouldn’t have to be that way, but it was the only thing she could think of to help her sleep better at night. She didn’t feel pressured, and she enjoyed every touch he placed on her body. Leighton craved him so much more than she’d like to admit.

“Hi.” She moved one of her hands from the back of Spencer's head and cupped his face, kissing him a few more times before slipping from underneath him and getting out of bed. She doubled checked her bedroom door and flicked off her light before returning to the side of the bed. She removed the books that cluttered her bed and sat them on the floor carefully, trying not to make any concerning noises. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she bent over.

Leighton abandoned her clothes while Spencer watched before joining him back in bed. She was going to make sure her boyfriend left happy. “She’s gone to bed. It’s fine,” Leighton told him, watching his hesitation. “You just gotta be quiet. Okay?” Leighton tried to reassure Spencer before her lips found his again.

Spencer fell onto his back once she'd excused herself from under him, his hands propping his head up as he watched her move. It took him a moment to adjust to the light change, but he was definitely able to see her remove what little clothing she had on. This was exactly what he'd wanted but now that it was happening, he felt oddly nervous. Usually, he wouldn't give a damn about being caught by parents, but this was different. They were officially a couple now and that meant that he had to impress her mom if he wanted to stand a chance at this lasting. That being said, he'd managed to get his pants off by the time she'd started kissing him.

He wasn't about to turn her down either because that honestly seemed worse than getting caught by Violet. Spencer kissed her back, one of his hands finding its way to her breasts, making sure to give both of them attention before moving down her curves to her outer thigh. From there his hand moved in between her thighs and worked its way back up. Spencer stroked her clit with his pointer and middle finger before sliding them down and inside of her once she was wet enough. Finally pulling back from the kisses, he left his two fingers in her while he spoke, "I can stay quiet, question is, can you?"

Giving her a few more kisses on her lips as he moved his fingers around, feeling her walls. His thumb began to work on her clit again as he moved his kisses down her body. Once he'd reached her boob, he withdrew his fingers from her as he tugged on her nipple gently with his teeth. Moving himself down and off the bottom of the bed, he stripped off his boxers and shirt before grabbing her by the ankles and pulling her ass closer to the edge of the bed. Kneeling down and placing her legs over his shoulders, Spencer kissed his way down to her thighs. His fingers found their way inside of her again as his tongue flicked around her clit, waiting to see how well she could contain her moans as he satisfied her.

If Leighton knew anything about Violet, it was that her mother already had her three glasses of wine and nightly joint. She was most likely already tucked away, sleeping, and was the last person on Leighton’s mind.

Leighton made a soft noise when Spencer unexpectedly pulled her down to the edge of the bed—covering her mouth with her hand, hoping to silence any more noises. She quickly became nervous, watching as his silhouette kneeled and moved her legs over his shoulders. All of this was undeniably hot, turning her on more than she already was. Usually, Leighton didn’t like anyone's head between her legs. It caused unwanted flashbacks, but surprisingly tonight, it had been easier to keep the negative thoughts away. The only thing she had on her mind right now was Spencer.

Leighton propped herself up on her elbows, wanting to watch him as he ate her out. However, it wasn’t long before she fell back against the bed, feeling his fingers pressing against her walls and his tongue moving against her clit. It was almost impossible not to make any noises, and Leighton had been doing well until Spencer hit a particular spot inside her, causing her back to arch and her body to twitch. “Oooh, holy shit,” she moaned, trying to keep her reaction low. One of her hands moved to the back of his head while the other rested on one of her breasts, occasionally playing with her nipple.

As Spencer continued for a bit longer, the pressure between her legs built up more, making it even harder for Leighton to stay quiet. Biting her lip and grabbing at the sheets, “It’s coming,” she informed him. Spencer’s licking and fingering became more aggressive, causing her orgasm to come sooner than Leighton anticipated. When it finally hit, her back arched again, and she let out a long moan. It was louder than she wanted but still low enough that she didn’t think her mother heard.

Still feeling her walls contracting, Leighton stared at the ceiling, trying to process everything that just happened. Leighton had never experienced an orgasm of great magnitude. It was somewhat overwhelming. Spencer removed her legs from his shoulder, and she sat up, meeting him face-to-face before he could go anywhere. After her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and with some help from the moonlight, Leighton could see enough to wipe some of her juice off his face with her hand. She still couldn’t believe this was real. It would take a bit for reality to set in for her.

“It’s your turn,” Leighton whispered as she moved back, making room for Spencer on the bed. The thought of giving him a blowjob had crossed her mind, but honestly, she didn’t think she was ready for that. Leighton hoped Spencer hadn’t been looking forward to that because he would surely be disappointed.

[fade to black: sexy time]

Spencer climbed off of her and laid on his back on the bed next to her while he caught his breath. Once he had, he carefully removed the condom and looked around for a trash bin. When he had spotted it with the help of her guidance, he got up to throw it away, grabbing his boxers along the way and putting them on before crawling back into the bed next to her. Wrapping his arm around her as she cuddled into his chest, Spencer placed a kiss on her head and played with her hair while they lay there.

"I want you to know that I really did come here to ask you to be my girlfriend and because I missed you, not because I was horny. Although, I do love doing that with you, I guess I just wanted you to know that." Spencer admitted. He didn't know how to make pillow talk, usually he simply pretended to be asleep or left after sleeping with girls, but he figured he at least had to try with Leighton. She deserved the aftercare. Trouble was he didn't know what to say so he ended up spewing out whatever crossed his mind and hoped it would get her to fill the silence. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

"And now that you're my girlfriend, I want to take you on a proper date," Spencer paused and analyzed how that might sound. "Shit, that didn't come out how I wanted it to. What I meant to say is, would you like to go on a proper date?" This wasn't supposed to be about what he wanted; this was him trying to court her as best he could. His dad didn't treat his women badly, but he wasn't actually setting the same examples that Jess' dad was. His father had taught him everything he needed to know about getting the ladies, keeping and winning over the ladies he had to learn on his own.

When Spencer got out of bed to dispose of the condom, Leighton took it upon herself to rearrange her covers, covering them both up when he returned. If she enjoyed anything more than sex with Spencer, it was cuddling with Spencer.

Even if it was hard to see him with the lack of light, Leighton still lifted her head to look at him when he started talking about why he came over. “I didn’t think that,” Leighton reassured. “If anything, I initiated because I wanted to, and I did it because I enjoy sex with you too.” Okay, Leighton may have had an alternative motive for why she put out again, but she wouldn’t tell him that. “I appreciate you saying that, though, because it does mean a lot to hear.” Even though Leighton knew Spencer’s track record, he hadn’t done anything to break her trust. Yet. That was the keyword. She pushed the doubts as far down as possible, tied them up in a box, and tucked them away in her mind. Leighton didn’t want her anxiousness to cause them to break up if she had no reason to worry.

Leighton placed her hand on his chest before resting her chin on top. “Look, it’s not like I was a virgin when we had sex the first time. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to think I was easy like Mindy or Jessica or whoever else you’ve had sex with. If you wanted me, I wanted you to work for it and show me you were serious,” Leighton explained. “I’ve been the girl to put out, and when it’s all said and done, I just felt used and gross. I didn’t even know if I had a chance with you, but, like, I didn’t want to risk you making me feel that way about myself or thinking you could turn me into another notch on your belt.” Leighton didn’t like opening up because opening up meant the things she wanted to keep hidden had a chance of coming out. “The way you make me feel in general is just mind-boggling, but the way you make me feel after sex is on another level, baby,” Leighton wasn’t going to backtrack this time because he was now her boyfriend. “You make me feel wanted and sexy. I’ve never had someone make me feel that way.”

Leighton smiled when Spencer quickly corrected himself, wondering if he could see. “It’s okay. I know what you meant,” she told him. “The Valentine’s Day dance counts as a date, though. And if I’m being honest, it was a damn good one too.” Leighton still reminisced about the dance. It was one of the best nights she had ever had. “But yes, another date sounds wonderful,” she gushed. “Have any ideas, or did you need help brainstorming?”

“I wanted to say, too, that you don’t have to be scared of saying something wrong. I know this is new for you. You’re trying, and that’s all that matters to me,” Leighton told him, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his lips before moving back to her previous position on his chest. “You’re a good guy, Spence. We wouldn’t be here if I thought otherwise.” Leighton had always seen Spencer’s potential. It’s why she fell for him in the first place.