Coming Up For Air, Chapter 31

Previously: Chapter 30 [A]

Short, sweet and smutty.

Coral. Rated X. NSFW.

For Dev (because she loves Fishy), for Teddy (cos she’s having a rough time), for cbrammer (for giving such good review) and an ANTI-Dedication to Peanut, for finding me predictable :P :P :P

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Chapter 31: Coral

My back hits the door of her furnished apartment as soon as she’s closed it behind us, her body hard up against mine. Suddenly, I’m so wet, I can hardly breathe.

I moan, winding my hand into her hair and pulling her harder against me, her hot wet mouth against mine. Our tongues tangle – tasting, licking – before she pulls away, her lips searching. I feel kisses, hot kisses, all over my skin, my cheeks, the corner of my lips, as the fingers of one hand cup my cheek. The fingers of the other have sought a way under my shirt and found it. They’re digging into the skin at my waist and creating lightning bolts through me.

“God,” she moans.


She pulls back, and that wasn’t what I wanted at all. Her thumb comes up, brushing across my bottom lip, the swell, her dark eyes, almost black right now, boring into mine.

“I missed you,” she whispers.

My mouth opens slightly. Her thumb brushes over my lip again. A moan is not an appropriate response here but, for God’s sake, does she know how on fire my body is right now?

“I really, really missed you.”

I swallow. “It’s mutual.”

She laughs, a soft musical noise that ricochets through me. “Not just this. Spencer, I missed you.” The emphasis is so clear.

I can’t help myself. I raise an eyebrow. “So you’re saying you just want to get coffee?”

Now her laughter is louder, but still such a beautiful sound. It ends with a growl as her body is against mine. The hand that was up my shirt is now on my wrist, pinning it to the door above my head. The hand that was on my cheek has done the same with my other hand. The change is so sudden, I don’t have time to adjust and her body – God, her body! – is so hot against mine.

“Hell no,” she growls in my ear. “I want you naked and screaming, Spencer Carlin.”

The feelings that are coursing through me are not all good. There’s the arousal. God, is there ever the arousal. But then there’s the complete and sudden loss of control, leading to a frisson of fear that begins to coil. It’s just about to take hold, to overwhelm the rest of my emotions, when she lets go. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me into a kiss that’s so hot and yet gentle, that the fear is quelled. The fear is gone in an instant, replaced by red, burning, aching desire.

She pulls us away from the door, stumbling backwards with me through an unknown space, her hands at the edge of my shirt, pulling it up, her mouth insistent on mine.

Because this is her rented apartment, and because it’s furnished, and, furthermore, because we have no idea where any of the damn furniture is, we fall over the couch.

She hits it first, which jerks her out of our kiss. I reach out to stop her falling as she stumbles sideways, and that takes me down with her. We end up sprawled, her on her ass, half-sideways against the offending seating arrangement, and me on top of her.

I don’t know who starts laughing first, but it’s inevitable and infectious, and we can’t help it. Lying here, sprawled on the floor together, clothes mildly askew, we just laugh. As the sounds die down, with moisture pooling at the corner of my eye, I make to move off her and am stopped.

Ashley’s hands are on my hips, suddenly gripping the side of my jeans and she flips us, quickly – so quickly, in fact, that the breath in my lungs whooshes out of me and I find myself on my back, on the floor, with Ashley looming over me. The laughter is still in her eyes, but there’s something else there now, too. Something that if I consider it, had never really gone away: arousal.

And then she’s on top of me, her body pressing me into the floor, her mouth so hot, so frantic on mine that my brain melts in the heat. It’s all I can do to keep up with her, the kisses making it hard to breathe. My hands clench in the small of her back.

I break away, my mouth letting free a gasp as her jean-clad knee thrusts into my own denim-covered centre.

“Christ!” I hear her murmur, her lips wet, heated, against my neck.

“Ashley,” I whimper. One of my hands finds the back of her head, the other twisting in her shirt.

Like the first time we had sex, like nearly every time we’ve had sex, I’m awash with need. This feeling, this knee-shaking, earth-tremblin, life-sustaining desperation for Ashley is going to kill me. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before, and it’s so all-encompassing. It drives me to do things that I didn’t know I could, feel things I never thought I would and, while it scares me, I can’t pull away.

She makes me feel like I’m fracturing into a million pieces. every little bit a pulsing, vital, throbbing Spencer floating in the ether. I’m like a coral: thousands of millions of pieces to make a whole.

My t-shirt is pushed up, under my arms, over my simple white bra, leaving me cold to the air. Ashley is the one with no control now, her body sliding down mine as a mouth closes over the tip of one of my breasts. I cry out, shuddering as teeth bite through the cotton.

We’re on the living room floor.

I get tangled, trying to pull the shirt over my head and she helps. As soon as I’m free, though, her mouth is back on mine. It’s all I can do to tug at her t-shirt, hoping she knows that I want her undressed with me. I want to feel her against me.

Her tongue, her teeth, her lips take away any chance I have of speaking. Even if her mouth wasn’t hard up against my own, the need and heat riding through me would leave me speechless anyway.

I groan as her hands find the catch on my bra, throwing it across the room after briefly breaking our kiss, only to capture me again. Her hands are too busy – too, too busy – and they leave electric shocks wherever they touch.

Suddenly, before I know what’s happening, she’s pulled away and then my jeans are off, my underwear is off and I’m naked.

She’s fully clothed and I’m lying here naked on the floor, on my back, staring up at her. I have never felt more vulnerable in my life.

There is an element of fear that grips me and, shakily, I reach up with my hands, trying to undo the buttons on her shirt. Staring down at me, with eyes almost black, breathing hard and flushed, she swats my hands away, making to lower herself to me.

Determined, I yank her shirt up so that she has no choice but to take it off. I get her bra before our bodies meet, skin-to-skin, heat-to-heat. I slow our kisses just a little. They’re no less intense, and the rasp of her jean-clad knee against me makes me shudder.

I feel Ashley slip to one side slightly, her hand coming down to cup one breast, thumbing a straining nipple. Seconds slip away, and I think I’m falling to pieces.

Then her hand is lower, across my stomach. I shatter again, not coming, but coming apart. Millions of pieces of me scramble to find purchase, trying to keep some focus as her fingers part me, finding the wetness.

“Oh God,” she moans.

I can’t reply, it’s all I can do to drag air into my lungs.

My fingers find her shoulders, nails digging in as I arch into her touch. She circles my aching centre, the tip of me throbbing against her as she plays me like a guitar. I can’t do anything but shudder, my knee coming up to hook around her waist.

I’m falling.

I’m apart.

I’m in a million pieces on the floor and I don’t remember it being like this. The last few months have been a daze, a blissful daze and now it’s all real. As Ashley thrusts inside me, it’s painful, not where her fingers find those places inside me with precision, but in my chest, in the deepest part of my soul.

I ache with things that I can’t express.

My eyes slam open and I can see her. Can she see me? I’m in a million pieces, a myriad of Spencer coral trying to find a perch, trying to find a home.

Then her mouth finds my ear. “Yes, baby, that’s it, come for me. God, I’ve missed, you Spencer. Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

And I manage to focus enough to feel myself quivering around her fingers, throbbing against her thumb.

And where I would normally fly, normally come apart in her arms, I do the opposite. As she throws me off the precipice, I coalesce. The pleasure strings through me, razor-edge and raw, finding every nerve ending and making it sing, and I come together.

She brings me together.

I become whole.

Ashley’s little coral, in a Spencer-shaped package.


  1. Mel
    Posted 28 August 2011 at 9.16pm | Permalink


    *falls over*

    Can’t think.

  2. pinkp
    Posted 28 August 2011 at 9.24pm | Permalink

    OMG, I haven’t read this chapter yet, but am so excited about seeing it I had to come and say a massive THANK YOU first!! :-D

  3. tee452
    Posted 29 August 2011 at 12.12am | Permalink

    Was this really posted on the 23rd? Cos I didn’t see it until today.

    And my stars, Sez! I’ve got both ACs on and it is still warm in here!

    this knee-shaking, earth-tremblin, life-sustaining desperation Reminded me of an En Vogue song for which I have a guilty pleasure.

    So nice that you wove the fishies into this chapter just like the others. I guess coral technically isn’t a fish, but it’s so strange and beautiful. I wish we had more of it around here.

  4. Mel
    Posted 29 August 2011 at 1.07am | Permalink

    Tying in the marine biology with the romance, and slight angst at times, is a specialty of Sezzy’s.

  5. BeSpazzled Luva
    Posted 29 August 2011 at 6.21am | Permalink

    “this knee-shaking, earth-tremblin, life-sustaining desperation” Reminded me of an En Vogue song for which I have a guilty pleasure.
    Don’t Let Go?

    So happy to see Fishy back!

  6. Dev on the go
    Posted 29 August 2011 at 7.47am | Permalink

    First off, FISHY!!! Fishy came back! Yay!

    Second, it wasn’t posted on the 23rd, Tee; it was posted yesterday (28th) at 7pm-ish. I opened it through the WP iPhone app to beta it and there’s something about the app that seems to hard-code the date it was uploaded as the date of publication. The date issue also seems to have effed up the automatic posting to Twitter. *sighs* Sorry about that, people.

  7. spikkels8
    Posted 29 August 2011 at 11.39am | Permalink

    I love me some Fishy!!!!!!
    Oh I have missed this fic so it makes it SO much more pleasurable to get an awesome (and Might I say HOT) update! soo

    *applauds* thank you thank you thank you!!!!
    encore encore!!

  8. Posted 29 August 2011 at 2.38pm | Permalink

    Yessss!!! Fishy update!!! & I love it!!!! Thanks clom!!!! :)

  9. Skylar
    Posted 29 August 2011 at 8.30pm | Permalink

    *comes out of lurkdom* Every fic on here is so amazing. This one though has got to be one of my favorites. I think it’s cuz I have so many scenarios going on in my head for why Spencer’s the way she is in this fic. So much love :)

    *rushes back to lurkdom*

  10. tee452
    Posted 30 August 2011 at 1.49am | Permalink

    Don’t Let Go? Maybe! Stop knowing, Luva! ;)

    No worries, Dev. I just wondered if I’d missed it. And there will be no apologizing from you!

  11. Posted 30 August 2011 at 6.47am | Permalink

    Fishy! Oh how I missed this…

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    Posted 30 August 2011 at 8.37am | Permalink!/jsparky04/status/108251916370329601

  13. BeSpazzled Luva
    Posted 31 August 2011 at 12.17am | Permalink

    Maybe! Stop knowing, Luva! ;)
    TeeHee! You belt that out in the shower? Don’t be ashamed to admit it. ;-)

  14. Tweet comment
    Posted 31 August 2011 at 9.08am | Permalink

  15. tuesboomer
    Posted 31 August 2011 at 9.27pm | Permalink

    You should go on the radio more often…and be stuck in the boonies more often…and have more time more often. Because when you do we end up with lovely, lovely updates to your stories. Just sayin’.

  16. cbrammer
    Posted 5 September 2011 at 8.27pm | Permalink

    Lucky me. I get a SMUT dedication. However, it was so much more than just sex. It was longing, feeling, hungry, playful, and all encompassing. I do love this story with the marrying of the aquatic theme and Spencer’s thoughts. It is such a unique idea and gives this an extra layer of complexity.

    I want to know what had Spencer running to Australia in the first place. It couldn’t just be about family acceptance, right? That would deserve a move across the country; not OUT of the country. Whatever it is, it surely has Spencer as a timid, self deprecating, runner. How nice that she was able to push through those fears and continue down this road with Ashley.

    I wish that she would have been more emotionally responsive than ‘It’s mutual” when Ashley told her that she missed her. She is SO afraid of being hurt that she doesn’t even entertain the idea that perhaps Ashley has been experiencing the same level of feelings that she has. I’m afraid that Ashley may get the wrong idea and think that SPENCER is the one is not interested in something more.

    This story always has me thinking about end scenarios. How could it ever work with Ashley being in LA and Spencer in another country? I hope this leads to Spencer facing her ultimate fear and venturing back to the U.S.

    Thanks for the update and dedication :)

  17. teddy
    Posted 8 September 2011 at 9.28pm | Permalink


    Wow. I’m kinda speechless. A dedication to me?

    You are wonderful. And so is this. It blew me away. <3

  18. badgirlsnz
    Posted 15 September 2011 at 9.09pm | Permalink

    great story…cant wait to read more…keep em coming makes my train journey to and from work much more bearable

  19. belenus82
    Posted 6 October 2013 at 9.18am | Permalink

    Though everyone who has come before probably already knows what really happened, at this point I would guess that something dark happened to Spencer in Texas and that is why she fled. Hopefully, I will soon find out myself. As always, thanks for any excellent story.

  20. M
    Posted 24 September 2018 at 5.51am | Permalink

    Ugh your writing kills me. I just want to know what happens!

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