Spencer’s room was quiet; the only sound, the falling of snow just beyond the window pane. Darkness encompassed the room, the glow of the alarm clock greeting the blackness of night with a crimson 11:37. The beds sat untouched, layers of pillows propped up near the headboards. Suddenly the door was hurtled open and a young blonde waddled into the room, carrying a skinny brunette on her back. The pair was giggling, and Spencer teetered over to her bed landing sideways, taking Ashley with her. Pillows bounced off the bed, as the girls rolled towards each other anxiously. Spencer’s breathing was ragged; she gave the older girl a quick peck on the cheek before untangling her limbs and making her way to the door. Gently pushing it closed, she turned the lock, looking over her shoulder mischievously at the vulnerable girl behind her.

Ashley’s smile soon disappeared as the air in the room shifted. She watched her girlfriend’s warm blue eyes pool with desire, as the blonde made her way back to the bed. Ashley scrambled backwards, moving as fast as her one leg would let her. She stopped when she felt her head hit the wooden headboard; she let out a guttural groan, gripping the back of her head. Spencer scurried up Ashley’s body, straddling the brunette’s lap, desire replaced by worry. She clutched the older girl’s head, lightly touching the soft, tender skin that had been injured.

“Are you alright?” she whispered, lowering her eyes to meet Ashley’s chocolate browns. Ashley’s eyes suddenly closed tightly, and it took a quick poke from Spencer for them to flutter open. The younger girl began to chuckle, and soon Ashley was smiling back at her. Not exactly the most romantic way to start your first time. The brunette thought to herself. She nodded in response to her girlfriend’s question, reaching up to push blonde bangs out of the younger girl’s eyes.

“I love you” she stated as if it was the most obvious and natural thing to leave her lips.

Spencer smiled and nodded her head in understanding, the nodding shaking her body back and forth which caused her hips to rock against Ashley’s. Helpless, the brunette’s eyes lowered to her lap, “Spence” she moaned.

Spencer gently moved her hands to the hem of Ashley’s sweater and deftly tugged it up and over her head. Chucking the offensive garment to the floor, she turned back to her girlfriend expectantly. Ashley’s brown curls splayed across her face and Spencer playfully leaned in capturing the shorter girl’s lips. Their mouths collided heatedly; Spencer pressed herself against Ashley’s chest, bringing the brunette unbelievably close. Their lungs both fighting for oxygen, they parted quickly. Ashley finally registered what Spencer was wearing and grimaced, far too many layers.