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Getting out of the shower Ashley knew one thing.  Their flight was two days later.  Which meant she couldn’t actually do anything to Spencer until then.  And it killed her.  Toweling off she threw on Clay and Chelsea’s present of Hers & Hers pajamas. Brushing her teeth and walking back to the room she saw that Spencer was already prepared for her shower.  Towel clutched in hand and toothbrush in the other.  And a smirk firmly placed on her face.

“I’m going to shower.”

The brunette simply nodded knowing anything more she would give way that she wanted nothing more than to throw the blonde against the wall.  And fuck her senseless.

“Don’t you follow me Ashley Davies Carlin.”  The blonde continued with a mocking tone, almost teasing.  As if she were putting the idea in Ashley’s head just to torture her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Spencer Carlin Davies.”  Ashley herself said cocking her head to the side.  Smiling at the woman she loved.  Not a chance.  As the blonde sashayed down the hallway giving the brunette a great show Ashley wondered to herself when Spencer Carlin Davies had become a horndog like herself.  Whatever it was that changed Spencer Carlin Davies.  All Ashley Davies Carlin could do was smirk about it.

Laying out on the bed Ashley closed her eyes and took in the cold air as she felt the cool air wash over her hot skin from the shower.  Breathing in deeply she happily smiled as she mapped out the plan in her head.  Spencer Carlin is going down.

As she laid there still taking in the sound of everything around her.  The Carlins.  Taking in the sounds of the wind seeping through little holes in the house; the smell of Mr. Carlin’s cookies; the whirring of machinery in the house; the light rumble of the shower where Spencer was.  Her eyes still closed the brunette felt a warm body push up against her.  A smile graced the beautiful face of the brunette.  Spencer smiled down at her gorgeous wife smiling from knowing that simply her presence was enough to make the woman beneath her radiate with happiness.