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    My Hero – (Chapter: She's My Real Reason For Living)

    Story written on April 8, 2009 by sonxfan.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=17374
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    Ashley who’s grown up living in the streets of New York, gains superhuman powers thanks to a government project run by the sinister Paula and is her puppet…until she meets Spencer and realizes there’s more to life than just taking orders.

    Ch. 14

             We woke up to the smoke alarm going off on account of our breakfast getting burnt since we had left it on the stove. Spencer gave me a shy apologetic smile for ruining our breakfast even though I assured her that I wasn’t that hungry anyway. My real hunger had already been satisfied, in my opinion. I planted soft, tender kisses down Spencer’s neck, taking in her intoxicating, almost maddening scent. She smelled of her Chanel perfume and vanilla lotion. I growled as I sucked on her neck, marking her as mine once more. Spencer giggled and tried to pry my hands off her as she busied herself cooking for the two of us. I started sucking on her earlobe and licking down her neck slowly. “Ashley, I can’t cook if you’re…doing this!” she squealed. I grinned evilly at her and relinquished my grip on her for now, deciding to make myself more helpful by setting the table for her.

     

                    I downed the banana pancakes she made after drowning them in syrup. Spencer stared at me from across the table, her mouth gaping wide open. “What?” I asked, wondering if syrup was dripping down my chin or something. “Ash, you eat enough to feed a whole army!” she said incredulously. I beamed at her. “I need to regain my strength, Spence.” I whined. “I can’t believe you have that body when you eat this much.” She replied, giggling at me. I growled and picked her up, making her squeal and beat her fists into my back, telling me to let her down. I pinned her down to the bed, kissing down her neck and running my hands down her sides, when her phone rang loud and obnoxiously clear. Spencer wriggled out from beneath me and answered it, much to my dismay. “Hello? Oh hi Mooomm…” Spencer slurred, trying not to giggle as I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her back towards me. “Nothing really…stop it!” she squealed, as I lifted her shirt and started kissing and sucking my way up her back. “Um, nothing Mom. My friend…was messing with the curtains.” She lied, glaring at me while I smirked at her and started letting my fingers walk up her thigh. “Wait, really?! Are you serious Mom? WOW I can’t believe you did that! I’d love to! Thank you so much! I love you too, I’ll see you soon.” Spencer put down the phone and threw her arms around my neck. “My mom’s letting me bring someone back with me to California for spring break! She says she wants to meet at least one of my friends…even though she was hoping I would bring a boy back home. Ugh.” I stroked Spencer’s cheek tenderly and planted a kiss on her forehead. “She doesn’t know…?” I asked. “No…she’d never understand…” she said mournfully, tears starting to well up in her eyes. I held her close, letting her cry into my shoulder as I stroked her back. “W-will you go with me to visit my family?” Spencer asked. “I know we haven’t really known each other for over a day even, but I’d really appreciate it if you came back with me.” I smiled at her. I couldn’t exactly tell her that we had already known each other before yesterday but the reason she didn’t remember and I didn’t remember that well was because we had been tortured and then had our memories erased by a top secret government agency. She’d think I was a raving lunatic. Not the way to go. “Of course.”

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    1. oh gosh. whait, was this a flashback? im kinda confused. did she get caught a 3rd time? how does she keep escaping? gah, i need answers!! i love this story, glad to see you haven’t given up on it. please post whenever you can, i know you’re busy :)

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