dead to me| 2- s. r

TWENTY-EIGHT

WARNINGS: nsfw (restraints, overstimulation, degradation/praise)

Your eyes flutter open and you groan when you feel something repeatedly poking you on your side, making you turn over from your position and try to push it away. It remains persistent and continues to poke you, making you turn around and open your eyes to see Spencer with a grin on his face, poking you with the end of one of his crutches.

"Come on, wake up!" He shouts excitedly.

You extend your arm out and grip the end of the crutch in your hand, "Poke me with this thing one more time and I swear to God, I'll shove it up your ass."

"You shouldn't be so grumpy, you know," he pouts. "It's your birthday!" You sigh and roll onto your back, tilting your head to the side to get a good look at Spencer. He carefully sits on the edge of the bed beside you, a grin still resting on his face. "Happy birthday!" He exclaims, and you glance at the clock on the nightstand, seeing that it's eight in the morning and you groan.

"Go back to sleep!" You mumble, pulling the covers up over your head and trying to fall back asleep. He tuts quietly under his breath, pulling the covers from your body and leaning down to litter your neck with kisses until you're squirming beneath him, physically having to remove him from you.

"Come on, I brought food over," he says beside your ear in a sing-song voice, making you perk up slightly. You narrow your eyes, "What kind of food?" He grins and grabs his crutches again, hobbling right out of your bedroom, leaving you no choice but to follow him. As you groggily stand up and make your way to the bathroom, you quickly brush your teeth before entering the kitchen, rubbing your eyes.

Spencer's standing by the coffee machine with Luna in his arms like a baby, a crooked party hat struggling to stay on her head while Spencer leans on the counter for support. You spot a few balloons on the table as well as flowers, and three wrapped presents on the island, making you roll your eyes.

"I said no presents," you grumble, sitting at the table where all the foods laid out. He points a finger at you and wiggles it, "I know you said that. Technically, these aren't presents because I paid no money for them."

You roll your eyes and make a grab for the pancakes in front of Spencer, but he smacks your hand away, tapping his finger against his lips with a grin. You scoff and lean forward, cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips onto yours, smiling widely against him, pecking him one more time before pulling away.

You have a permanent smile resting on your face until you finish breakfast, leaning back on the couch while Spencer insists on washing the dishes for you. You could most definitely get used to this special treatment. Once he's finished, Spencer reveals that he has activities planned for today and you'll need to head out soon if you want to do everything today.

You both end up taking a shower together, nothing explicitly sexual, but it certainly set you both back a while. You spend about a half-hour in the shower, partaking in stolen kisses and touches under the stream of hot water, smiles glued permanently on both of your faces.

You finish blowdrying your hair and let it cascade past your shoulders naturally, styling it how you normally would. You do a light base of makeup on your face and walk back into your bedroom in just your bathrobe, seeing Spencer sitting on the floor of your bedroom.

"What's this?" You grin, motioning to the array of nail polishes on your bedroom floor. Spencer grins, "I'd wanted to take you to do your nails, but you told me not to spend money. So, I'm doing it for free," he answers, adjusting his position so he can sit crisis cross, patting the spot on the floor in front of him. He grabs both of your hands and pulls you down to your knees, pulling your ankles so you're sitting directly in front of him as he grabs the colour you picked from the pile.