It was a few minutes before first bell. Spencer and Ashley sat at an empty table in the quad discussing names for the demon cat. So far, they were having no luck.

“The cat’s a girl, right?” Spencer questioned, looking up at Ashley who was sitting on the table top, rather than the bench.

“As far as I know.” the brunette answered back with a wrinkle of her nose.

The blonde leaned back and rested her head on the table, looking towards the sky, closing her eyes. “Mm, how about Alice?”

“No way.”

“Bette?”

"Lamesville, population you." Ashley said dryly, as she poked Spencer on the forehead.

Spencer rolled her eyes and hoisted herself onto the table next to Ashley. "Shane?"

"Okay, that’s it; you need to stop watching The L Word." the brunette said with a smirk.

"What? No! I mean…I didn’t…I don’t…watch that…" Spencer sputtered as she blushed furiously.

Ashley laughed, "Lesbian TV show. I’ve taught you well."

"I said, I don’t watch it!" Spencer protested.

The brunette shrugged, "Mm, whatever. Just as well, though, Alice sucks this season."

"What?! No she doesn’t! She…Oh, you jerk…" the blonde quickly turned her face away from Ashley, realizing that she had just admitted to watching it.

"Ah-ha!" Ashley shouted, "I knew it! You do watch it!"

"Okay, fine! I’ve seen it once or twice. It’s alright." Spencer mumbled.

"Oh ho, little Spencey watches soft core lesbian porn." the brunette teased, nudging Spencer with her elbow.

The blonde punched Ashley in the shoulder, "Shut up, I do not! I watch for the different story lines. When things get hot and heavy, I have to change the channel. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

“What kind of lesbian are you?” Ashley asked, astonished, as she rubbed her shoulder.

“The closeted kind,” Spencer said matter-of-factly, only half-joking.

Ashley smiled lightly and shook her head at the simplicity of Spencer’s comeback. Truth be told it was taking all she had to refrain from grabbing the blonde’s face and kissing the crap out of her. They’d been ‘together’ for basically two whole days, starting the third, and, at first, it was pretty easy for the brunette to keep her hormones to a certain level. But she could feel her primal instincts building, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up dragging Spencer to the nearest bathroom and having her way with her. God, Ash, could you be more of a pervert?, she silently scolded herself.