Say You'll Stay

On The Low

Spencer: Come meet me in the shed

Olivia: What shed?

Spencer: Yours

Olivia heads outside to the stifling heat. She didn't expect to see anyone today, and the office only had one fan, so she settled for a pair of cutoff jeans, white tank, and her cowboy hat.

"Spencer?" She asked, her eyes wandering around. She walked forward a bit. Soon as she was in view, he grabbed her.

"Get over here" Spence's voice was strained as his hands gripped her waist.

"You, woman you" He says groaning.

"What?" she asked, bewildered about what's got him so upset. His eyes traveled down her neck slowly. She watched his chest heave as he continued his journey to the deep scope of her neckline. Spencer drank her in, and the rate of her breathing increased. She could feel his eyes on her, heat from his body, and grip of his fingers on her back. Everything surrounding her dissipated.

"You have any idea how beautiful you are? How much I want you right now?" Spence has been extremely patient.

"Cowboy" She murmurs. His eyes flashed to hers and she grinned. He looked back quickly as his hands tangled in her hair. Then, his lips were on hers. Her hat flew off her head from the force of the kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her back deeper out of view. She grabbed his neck and her hair veiled them, making her feel like only they existed. She kissed him hard. He kissed her even harder. Reaching the back of the stall, he used the wall to hoist her up as his hands roamed her body. She never wanted this to stop. His rough fingers grazed her bare skin and she fought back a moan. His hands gripped both of hers, pinning them above her head. She gripped harder around his hips but for an different reason in particular. She wanted more of him. Spence took his kiss away, making Olivia whimper in return.

"Tell me when to stop, Olivia" She looked in his eyes shaking her head. In the present, her answer was never. She didn't know if it was the heat of the air or between them, but all she knew was that she was burning. He kept his hands above her head with one hand as his tongue slinked down her neck. She struggled to breathe as he went lower. His other hand cupped her breast, and her head fell back against the wood. Spencer stepped back, causing her to stand with shaky legs. His knee slid between her legs, and she used this for leverage. He didn't say an word, just gazed into her eyes as he squeezed, and kneaded her breast.

"This okay?" He asked while releasing her hands.

"Yes"

"Can I put my hands on you more?"

"Yes" she says without pause. He slid the strap of her shirt and bra off her shoulder.

"You're so beautiful, you've always been, but it's like seeing you with new eyes right now"

He drifted to the other side, bringing it down without exposing her. His hands framed her neck and he pulled her lips back to his. They kiss as he barely touched her skin. She's close to begging, but his mouth is what she wanted right now.

"Liv?" Dillon's voice stopped them both. Spencer lifted the strap back into place, putting his finger to her lips.

"Olivia?" He called again.

"Where'd the hell she go?" She was going to get caught making out with Spencer. Déjà vu. Spencer grinned, caging her in his arms. She wanted to kiss him again, and she couldn't seem to look at him without craving that feeling. She heard Dillon's footsteps grow closer. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to say something, but he retreated instead. Soon as it sounded like the coast was clear, she breathed an sigh of relief.