Ash took a step towards Spencer, catching a quick glimpse of startled blue eyes, and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her body against her own, Spencer’s hip bones thrusting into Ashley’s waist. Spencer hesitated, than allowed her arms to drop onto Ash’s shoulders, slowly creeping around her head, and finally dropping down towards the middle of her back.

The heat from Spencer’s body was overwhelming, as tiny droplets of sweat immediately formed on her brow. Her face nuzzled into Spence’s neck, her ponytail stuck to the sweat on her neck. Ash quickly pulled back, annoyed by the hair that was in her face.

Sensing Ashley’s sudden retreat, Spence pulled back her arms, the threat of tears arising, unclear as to why Ash was breaking the hug; she decided that she didn’t care why, just that it was happening.

Ash yanked up a hand from her side, and reached behind Spencer’s neck, rearranging Spencer’s ponytail so that it rested near her far shoulder. Smiling, Ash pulled Spence back into the hug, placing her face onto Spencer’s bare neck, the ponytail no longer a barrier.

Ash’s chest constricted as Spencer squeezed tighter, forcing a breath out of her lungs. Her eyelids squeezed together, emulating the brunt force of the affection, her mouth opening slightly, the inner, soft pink portion of her lips touching Spencer’s bare skin.

Ashley’s breath began to increase, paced like a revving engine, her brain losing out to an uncontrollable physical urge to push Spencer inside of her, ingest her skin and bones, taking control of whatever pain lived inside her, caging it in a small metal box where Ashley could sit and watch it fight to escape. She would then unhitch the latch, the enemy bursting forth from the confines of the box, only to emerge into a empty room where Ashley would grab it with her bare hands, shoving her fingers into its eye sockets and pushing with all her might as blood poured out onto her fingers as they jabbed back into the monster’s brain. She would rip it to pieces with her bare hands, blood covering Ashley’s shirt, sweat and spit pouring from her face onto the floor, her eyes filled with tangible, viscous rage.

Her breathing began to slow, as though the thought soothed her, and she wadded up the bottom hem of Spencer’s shirt in her fists, lifting up the cotton, hoping the breeze from the window would brush against her boiling skin.