Soulmates and Exceptions #Wattys2016

Moving On

     When Brea finally decided that she was ready to resume her intimate relationship with Jackson, she did so by surprising him one weekend morning before breakfast. He enjoyed every minute of reacquainting himself with her body and soul not caring if anyone heard.

     While basking in the aftermath, Jackson told her quietly, "You need to spend time with Spence. He's still..." She nodded, knowing what he was insinuating. They had discussed it before. Jackson didn't want to know when, or any of the details, but he wanted her to bond with Spencer.

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     Days later, Brea sat on the Thomas' porch, waiting for Spencer to come back from his workout. "Hey there!" She smiled. "Are you busy?"

     "Not really. I should shower, but that can wait." He replied cautiously. He hadn't seen her smile this big since before she lost the baby. "Why?"

    "Because," she took his hand, "I want to spend some time with you."

     "Even if I'm all sweaty and stinky?"

     "Yep. I just wanted to tell you something." She pulled him into his house and to his bedroom. She swiftly closed and locked the door.

     "What's going on Brea? Did you and Jacks...Are you?" he looked towards her abdomen, readying himself for the answer.

    "Pregnant again?" He nodded slowly. "No. We talked about that, remember?" He looked down, sadder than he thought he'd be – he liked the idea of Brea being a mom.

     "I know, but I figured that after...you and Jacks..." She silenced him with a kiss.

     "You figured wrong. Beside, we all have an agreement." She stared deep into his hazel eyes. "I've thought a lot these past few months. If this is going to work, we need to all be equals." Spencer arched an eyebrow at his match. "I can't be bonded to only one of you. I need you both." He blinked speechlessly at her. "Once I've done that, and we've gotten some sort of trade training, then I can worry about becoming pregnant again."

     Spencer swallowed hard. "So, you're saying that..."

     Brea slid her hands under his shirt. "Exactly." She slid the obstacle off of Spencer and began to kiss his collarbone. "Your dad was called in to work a few extra hours, my parents are home, and Jackson's training."

     His hands tugged her shirt over her head. He captured her lips with his own, an effort to express how much in love with her he was and had always been. He fumbled with the hooks to her bra, grunting out of frustration into the kiss. Brea giggled and stepped back. "Here..." She reached her hands behind herself, rapidly undoing them.

     Spencer slid the straps down her arms, slowly pulling off the garment. He had seen her in her bra before – when she showed him her marks – but never anything less. He stared, taking in the moment. Brea pressed herself against him, bare skin to bare skin. It awoken a deep-seeded need inside of him. He ground his hips into hers, eliciting a moan from her lips.

     "Spence...please." She begged softly. He lost any self-restrain he had - she always was his undoing.

     Bonding with Spencer was more intensifying than it had been with Jackson. This time, Brea felt fully complete – her world now made sense. Spencer held her tightly after they had finished, a part of him fearing that this was yet another one of his dreams. Brea ran her fingers through his spiky hair and kissed him. "I love you Spence."

     "I love you too." He smiled, now convinced that it was very real. He had always just went along with the idea that being loved by Brea and loving her meant that she also loved Jackson. Now he knew, without a doubt, that there was no mistaking that Brea was meant to be his and Jackson's. Brea was, and always had been, the exception to everything he knew about people. But then again, he had known that since they were ten.