Some darling people said they’d read anything, just because I wrote it. Even a toaster operating manual. So here it is, my Toaster Operating Manual. Spashley style…

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“Ashley”

“Mmm” She isn’t really listening and Spencer knows it. She also knows if she lets this go on any further that Spencer won’t really be concentrating either. Now that those hands are sliding deliciously higher up her sides, coming to fan fingers over her ribs and create tantilising little ripples of desire. Jesus, she hasn’t even touched skin and already Spencer is on fire from Ashley’s hands. Smiling to herself she grabs the brunette’s hands off her ribs and pulls them down, holding them against her stomach and leaning back.

She’s sitting on the floor, between Ashley’s legs. When she grabbed those hands and leaned back she’d broken off the contact the brunette had made between her mouth and Spencer’s neck. It was a move of avoidance that she’d been repeating all afternoon.

“Aww”

Spencer turns to see the pout growing on Ashley’s button cute face. Kissing her girlfriend on the nose she grins. “Later.”

Ashley sighs and grumbles. “You’ve been saying that all damn afternoon.”

“Yeah, well, we’re trying to unpack remember.”

The mountain of boxes and paraphernalia strewn across the apartment gives testament to the ‘trying’ of the statement. In truth, Spencer is more excited than she’s ever been before. Finally the two of them are alone, together. Living together! What could be more exciting than that. And she knows that Ashley is excited too. Although the brunette keeps pointing out, quite obstinately, that Spencer could have just moved into the mansion with her. Spencer thinks that living with Ashley AND Christine wasn’t quite what she had in mind.

Living together. Christ it had been a struggle. Getting past her mother’s anger at their relationship, then her anger at the longevity of it. And now this. She could still hear Paula’s words ringing in her ears: “Three years in the dorms has worked thus far, why do you have to move into an apartment now?”

Easy enough to ignore really, as has been every objection her mother has thrown up for the past few years. Spencer is quite adept at ignoring her mother, despite their love for each other.

So here they are; in their apartment. Spencer likes the sound of that. She’s been clinging to Ashley all day, just enjoying the fact that they can finally be together. Ashley, in her natural state, has been using it as an excuse to make advances all day. Hence the enormity of the unpacking left ahead of them. Spencer doesn’t really mind, she just likes pretending. She’ll give in soon, god knows she wants too, but she’s having fun playing house right now. And she’s determined to get Ash to play along.

“I don’t think this is a toaster” Spencer pouts. She picks the shiny metal object up and turns it over.

“It says toaster on the box” Ashley disagrees. Leaning forward she plucks the box from the floor. One of her arms is still wrapped firmly around Spencer’s waist, holding her in an embrace. The move forward momentarily pushes her breasts into Spencer’s back. Ashley smiles slightly at the intake of breath that comes from her girlfriend.

“Where’s the manual?” Spencer asks, forcing it through her distraction.

“Spence, it’s a toaster. You don’t need a goddamn manual” Ashley says pointedly. “You take a piece of bread, you put it in the slot, you push down the button thing, turn the dial to … a number, and wait. Then toast appears. That’s how it works.” She says it slow and easy, likes she’s talking to a five year old, and earns herself an elbow in the ribs.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah really” Ashley replies, rubbing her ribs and scowling. Spencer smiles and uses the opportunity to turn and place a kiss on her girlfriends lips. It starts off slow, just the brushing of her soft lips against Ashley’s. Then her lover’s lips part and she can’t help herself, running her tongue along the bottom lip of Ashley and then sliding it inside, deepening the kiss. She moans as the caress is returned, desire settling low in her pelvis. The velvet feel of the kiss and the panting noises they’re creating are the only real things in this room right now. Breaking it off abruptly Spencer stares into Ashley’s eyes, dark with latent desire. Then she turns back to the toaster.

She hears Ashley groan and lean back dramatically against the couch, one arm flung over her eyes. “Tease. You’re a goddamn tease Spencer Carlin.”

Spencer just laughs.

“Seriously Ash, I don’t think this is a toaster, there has to be a manual.”

“Spencer, you just press down the thingy when bread is in there.”

“I think it’s a small hovercraft, or maybe, it’s a radar receiver.” Spencer muses. “Hey!” she exclaims as Ashley plucks it from her hands.

“Look you just have to press… down… the…” the brunette frowns and shakes the metal box.

“Ha!” Spencer says exultantly, “See, there IS no pushy down thingy.”

“How can you have a toaster without a pushy down thingy?” Ashley frowns, turning it over in her hands. The metal box has nicely curved edges. “Or slots?”

“Where does the toast go?” Spencer frowns too. She crosses her legs and leans back on Ashley, reveling in the way that the other girl brought her arms around in front of her automatically. They both watch the so called ‘toaster’ warily.

“I have no idea…” Ashley says.

It was rectangular in shape, but its chrome surface had nice curves at the corners, basically it was a toaster shape. There was the dial, with its little numbers one to six. The bottom was clearly the bottom, because it had four little legs on it… but nowhere to put the toast. The sides had neat little grooves running around the edges, like sweet patterning, but… nowhere to put the bread. Hmm.

“It’s a hovercraft” Spencer declares.

“Babe it’s a toaster, it says so on the box.”

“How can you have a toaster you can’t put bread in?” Spencer grumbles. “I think Aiden was just trying to piss us off.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like toast” Ashley muses.

Spencer puts the toaster on the ground and picks up the box. Shaking it she grumbles again. “There’s no manual.”

“It’s a TOASTER. They don’t come with manuals.”

“Yeah well they should.” It’s adorable when Spencer pouts. At least Ashley thinks so. Wrapping her arms around the blonde’s waist she nuzzles her ear.

“Babe, don’t let the hovercraft get to you… if you want a manual that bad, write one.”

Spencer closes her eyes, loving the feel of Ashley’s breath against the sensitive skin of her ear. “Oh…” she gasps… “What would it say.”

“Hmm…” the vibrations of Ashley’s mouth send shivers down Spencer’s spine and make the tiny hairs at the nape of her neck stand on end. “You could start with, Step One: Open box.”

“Uh huh” Spencer swallows, Ashley’s hands have moved sideways now, trailing across her stomach and coming to rest on Spencer’s hips. They move slowly upward, lifting her shirt, and then trail back down to find the skin at Spencer’s sides, sensitive and warm. The feel of Ashley’s hands there makes the blonde quiver. “Except the manual is … uh… oh… in … the box.” She manages to get out between gasps. She knows Ashley won’t have to stop this time, and she’s glad. She wants this more than she can say.

“We’ll have it… taped… to … .the…. outside…. of … the… box” Ashley smirks, in between soft nips on Spencer’s neck. She’s mindful to leave no marks here, nothing that could make Spencer’s mother angry or get the blonde in trouble at work.

Working her hands up under Spencer’s shirt she lifts it off, tossing it on the couch. She runs her hands back down, drinking in Spencer’s little noises and kissing her way down to the blonde’s creamy white shoulder. There she makes her mark, biting down and then soothing with her tongue. She loves doing this, branding Spencer in secret places, but knowing that every time the blonde undresses she sees Ashley, all over her.

Her hands run up to cup two lace covered breasts, squeezing gently as her mouth works over the crook of Spencer’s neck. Murmuring into the soft skin there as she inhales Spencer’s delicate scent she tries to keep up the charade. “Mmm… step two: take… toaster… out of… box.”

“Ash” Spencer gasps as the brunette thumbs deftly over one taut nipple, still covered by lace. The twin sensations of Ashley and the rougher material make her quiver again. God, she’s wet already.

“Step three… Forget… toaster… make… passionate… love… to … sexy…. girlfriend.” Ashley grins against Spencer’s neck and then grins again as the blonde kneels up frantically, turning in Ashley’s arms and pinning the brunette back against the couch, straddling her.

For long minutes they kiss frantically, hot and wet, mouths open and panting. They’re both too far gone, a day of teasing and being together has them both aching for each other. Spencer’s bra goes the way of her shirt, and Ashley’s tops soon follow. They’re hands are smooth against each others skin, finding all the right spots to build upon the hectic desire they both feel.

Ashley tumbles them back onto the carpet, topping Spencer and letting her mouth drift over the blonde’s torso, finding one taut nipple and sucking it in deep. Her hands grip the carpet and her knee flexes up, unconsciously even, as Spencer moans her name and clutches at her curls.

The contact of her knee against Spencer’s skirt sends them both a little wild. Ashley lurches up, supporting herself on outstretched arms, leaning down to snare Spencer’s lips in a heated kiss that has them both whimpering. She lets her hand slide down Spencer’s thigh, and brings her skirt back up. Now her knee is pushing against the bare cotton covering Spencer’s centre and Spencer’s hips are arching to meet it. She’s coming up off the carpet, on the heels of her feet and the back of her head. Her hands are scratching at Ashley’s back.

“Fuck” Ashley groans. Spencer can always do this to her. All she has to do is show the slightest bit of desire and the brunette is lost. When Spencer is like this, hot and ready, Ashley is beyond control. There is nothing she loves more than driving her girlfriend crazy and then giving her exactly what she wants. What makes it all the more exquisite, is that over the years Spencer has let loose a little, now when she wants Ashley she makes it clear. And she isn’t quiet about it.

The Davies mansion neighbours must be throwing a party right now, and Spencer and Ashley’s new neighbours? Well they’re about to learn exactly what Ashley does to Spencer.

And Spencer clearly can’t wait. Arching up she pulls Ashley’s full weight down on her, and then grabs a hand by the wrist. It’s on its way south before Ashley can fully realize what she’s doing. By the time her fingers hit damn curls it’s too late anyway, she’s lost. Groaning she dips her hands down, concentrating her touch on the bundle of nerves she knows will make Spencer whimper for more.

“Oh please, oh please” Spencer’s litany is so familiar, but still sends jolts through the brunette. Ashley slides down her girlfriend’s body, tearing off underwear so hard they actually rip. It doesn’t matter, she’ll replace them, she’s done it before. She pushes Spencer’s skirt up so that it’s bunched around the blonde’s hips. No time now to take it off, she has to have Spencer before they both disintegrate.

The fingers threaded through her curls guide her, urging her gently but persistently south. Grinning first she kisses the inside of one of Spencer’s thighs, and then the other, letting her tongue sweep across the juncture teasingly. She loves the noises Spencer makes, the little epithets. “Fuck Ash, fuck!”

She can’t help but do what she’s told, bringing one long finger up and sliding it between Spencer’s wet folds. The reaction is electric, bucking of hips and more cries. They intensify as the fingers slides slowly but deeply inside. Then Ashley lets herself go, tasting and licking.

It’s a slow build, with a steady rhythm. Ashley won’t be pushed to go faster, she wants this to be good. She lets her fingers work adroitly, building the tension, then she goes harder, fuller. She knows that Spencer is near her climax when the blonde stops being able to articulate full words and just lets go cries that get louder and louder. They culminate at the point where her thighs slam together and she clamps down on Ashley’s fingers, coming up off the carpet in a wave of pleasure.

Then she collapses and Ashley comes up to collapse too. It’s so good, this post coital bliss they have together.

“Fuck” Spencer whispers, and Ashley giggles.

“That good eh?”

It earns her a playful slap on her arm but Spencer still rolls over, pushing their damp, warm bodies together. She nuzzles her face into the crook of Ashley’s neck and winds her spare arm around the brunettes waist.

“I bet Aiden didn’t think his toaster would cause that kind of reaction.” Ashley grins, stroking Spencer’s hair.

“Remind me to thank him” Spencer mumbles into her girlfriends neck.

“You don’t have better things to do right now?” Ashley pouts.

Spencer pulls her head out to look down at her girlfriend. She raises one eyebrow and cocks her head to the side in a gesture that is 100% Spencer. “Like what” she says, archly.

It makes Ashley groan and tip her head back. “Tease” she grumbles.

Then she feels Spencer’s tongue on her breast bone, tracing a line down towards her naval. “Huh” the blonde says between trails.

“Nothing” Ashley gasps. And then Spencer is making love to her. It’s so good, it always is. She learned quick and fast what made Ashley hotter than hot, and Spencer never fails to deliver on the heat. She’s all over the brunette, mouth wet and thorough on first one nipple, and then the other. “Spencer, don’t tease” Ashley begs. Watching her girlfriend come always makes her more ready than ready. She wants her inside, she wants to be taken. Spencer isn’t as obliging today as she is sometimes.

“Not teasing” the blonde mumbles as her mouth moves across taut abs and her fingernails scratch up Ashley’s thighs. “Takin’ my time.”

“Jesus” Ashley swears, her head falling back and an arm covering her eyes. Spencer’s ministrations are so close to driving her crazy she winds her fingers through the tresses on her girlfriends head. If she lets both hands go down there she’ll guide Spencer too hard and she doesn’t want to pull her hair.

Besides, Spencer’s mouth is now moving heatedly up her inner thigh. Ashley opens her legs cooperatively, earning herself a groan from her girlfriend. “God I love it when you spread your legs for me” Spencer whispers. It’s pretty dirty to come out of Spencer’s mouth and it makes Ashley arch her hips in response.

And then Spencer is there, hands, fingers and tongue driving the brunette crazy. Where Spencer is noisy, Ashley is frantic with her body, twisting and begging physically. She knows she’ll have carpet burns tomorrow but she doesn’t care, she’s going out of her mind. And all the way, Spencer is there, thrusting, first gently and then, by the end, harder and harder. Ashley begs for it, she wants to be taken. Some days she loves to be made love to softly but other days, like today, she just wants to have her brains fucked out. Thank god Spencer can read her like a book. And as her girlfriend slams into her one last time, curling her fingers up, Ashley screams, letting the sensations run from the end of Spencer’s tongue onto her clitoris and right through her body. She kicks out, her left foot making contact with the small, shiny object that began the whole session in the first place.

As Ashley climaxes hard, the toaster ricochets off the coffee table leg. And the girls collapse, in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs.

It takes them minutes, possibly longer to finally move.

“It’s official” Spencer murmurs. “I love living together.”

Ashley chuckles. “Me too.”

A long leisurely shower follows, after the towels are dug out of a box. Ashley is drying her curls, dressed in a robe, when she finds Spencer sitting on the couch.

“Look” the blonde turns to show her the toaster, which is no longer a box. The sides have flipped down, revealing two small toast racks. “It opened.”

“How?” Ashley says, sitting on the couch and poking the shiny rectangle suspiciously.

“Uh, I think you knocked it against the table when we…” Spencer trails off. She presses the sides back up, and then realizes that they’re spring loaded. She spends some time opening and closing them. “Hey, we made the toaster work!”

“We can add that to the manual” Ashley grins wickedly. “Step Four: make your girlfriend come so hard she knocks the toaster open.”

It earns her another jab in the ribs, but she doesn’t mind.