Let’s Get Married, Chapter 11

Previously: Chapter 10 [A]

Last one. Rated X. NSFW.

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Chapter 11, Let’s Get Married Again

The taxi took forever. Traffic moved like cold molasses, to the point where Ashley considered getting out and running to the Plaza. Then she remembered that it had been a long time since she had been to the gym and that her recent diet of Ouzo and coffee hadn’t made her any healthier. By the time they reached the hotel, Ashley was almost shuddering with trepidation.

Then there was a line at the front desk. Only two people, but still! Didn’t these people know she was a woman in a serious, if delayed hurry?

Then the very pleasant, very nice, very professional young woman at the front desk—Bernice, from White Plains, her name tag suggested—told her that there was no Spencer Carlin registered and it took a lot of clacking of impeccable long nails against computer keys before she finally located a guest registered under Mrs Spencer Davies.

It gave Ashley a surge of possessive pride that Spence had checked in under her married name. It made her smile when she was told that Mrs Davies—Mrs Spencer Davies, the woman at the front desk repeated, because having two Mrs Davieses was apparently confusing for Bernice, although it was a thing of complete joy for Ashley—had left instructions for her wife to be sent immediately to their suite on her arrival. Ashley then thought she might commit murder as first the keycard machine malfunctioned, and then Bernice decided to run through all the facilities that the Plaza had to offer, from the butler service to the spa to the gift shop.

When she finally reached the seventeenth floor, she leaned against the wall, staring at the door to the suite. She debated for a full three minutes whether to use her key or knock the door. The Plaza wasn’t exactly the sort of hotel where people loitered in the hallways. Even as a registered guest, Ashley felt like she was breaking some kind of ordinance just by hanging around there.

Squaring her shoulders and letting out a deep breath, she stepped forward and knocked on the heavy door. Nervously, she twisted her wedding ring around her finger.

The door was pulled open by someone Ashley had not been expecting at all: a handsome Latino man in a black suit, who gave her a smile that was all deference, no teeth or sparkle.

“Good afternoon, madame,” he greeted her, and opened the door fully to allow her entrance. As Ashley stepped inside, the man—the butler that Bernice had mentioned, she assumed—moved past her to swap their positions. With a nod of his head, he closed the door behind him, leaving Ashley alone in the living room of the suite.

She didn’t know where to sit, so she stood in the centre of the room, wiping her hands nervously on her jeans, idly looking around. The suite was similar to the one she had booked for their wedding day, only facing the internal courtyard, rather than out to Central Park or 58th Street. There was no fruit and champagne basket there, but a fresh tray of coffee and two cups had been set out, she noted, with some of those tiny little slivers of biscotti that you only ever get in hotels and high-end restaurants. They probably had a name, but she had no idea what that might be. The front desk must have alerted Spencer to her arrival, hence the butler.

The hairs on the back of her neck seemed to stand on end as she became aware that she was being watched. Turning around, she couldn’t prevent a gasp from escaping at the sight of her wife leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom.

If it were possible, Spencer was even more beautiful than the last time Ashley had seen her. She was barefoot and wearing a short white skirt and a turquoise cami top. Her hair was held in a loose bun with what looked like a Number 2 pencil. She had no make-up on, but she glowed with life and beauty and everything that was Spencer.

Why had she ever let Spencer leave? There should definitely be a special hell for people as stupid as her. She let her eyes sweep over her wife, trailing up the tanned legs and over her shapely body. She was Ashley’s every fantasy made real. Just seeing her caused all of Ashley’s senses to thrum with excitement and possibility. When she finally met Spencer’s eyes, she found only amusement and not the anger she had expected.

She blinked a few times, and opened her mouth to speak, only to realise that she really didn’t know what to say.

“Hi,” Spencer said shyly.

“I—” She stopped and cleared her throat. Spencer was smirking at her, enjoying Ashley’s obvious discomfort. “I got your note.” When her wife didn’t respond, she added, “The DVD, I mean.”

Spencer folded her arms loosely over her chest, waiting for Ashley to continue.

“You, uh, I.” Ashley shook her head. She might not really know what she was going to say, but she knew exactly where she needed to start. “Fuck, I’m so, so sorry, Spence.” Spencer’s mouth twitched in a half-smile. “For everything. For being fucking stupid. For not coming after you that day. For not camping outside Chelsea’s door every day since.” She ran her fingers through her hair.

“I’m sorry for the drinking and for hiding from what I feel about you. I’m sorry for not trusting you. I’m sorry for being scared. I’m sorry about the Petra thing and the girl. I’m sorry for pushing you away and for presuming that I always know best when I don’t know anything. I’m sorry for not being there when Glen moved out. I’m sorry that I was too proud or stupid to beg you to stay with me. I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted like a spoiled child and I’m really sorry for never telling you how much I love you because I really fucking love you, Spence. I am so in love with you, I can’t even explain it.” She bowed her head and exhaled. “I’m just really, really sorry.”

Spencer pushed herself off the doorframe and crossed to the small table and chairs where the coffee had been set up. She poured two cups and placed one in front of the other chair, waiting for Ashley to join her. She picked up her cup and sipped it, giving another little half-smirk.

Ashley sat opposite her, but didn’t touch her drink. She leaned forward, her arms resting on her knees.

“I’m sorry for all the times when I never told you how I was feeling, but I couldn’t say anything because I feel so damn much for you and there are never going to be enough words for telling you. But, I miss you, Spencer. I miss everything about you because I love everything about you. I miss waiting for you to come home from work and make my day better just by being there. I miss our movie nights and the way you know everything about everything that’s important. I miss seeing your coat behind the door and your boots on the floor by the end of the bed. I miss finding those little notes you write to yourself all over the house.”

It seemed like she couldn’t stop herself from talking. And Spencer was happily sipping her coffee, still saying nothing, so she continued:

“I miss sleeping with you every night, even though you steal the covers and then kick them to the floor. Actually, I think I love you more for doing that, because it means I have to hold you just so I don’t freeze to death. And I’m not convinced you don’t do it on purpose, even in your sleep.”

She thought Spencer might have chuckled, but it was such a small sound that she couldn’t be sure.

“I miss your smile and I miss your laugh, even when you’re laughing at me. I miss your smell on my things. I miss your smell on me. Our home is so empty without you, Spence. I’m empty without you.

“I don’t know how or why I fell in love with you, but I’m pretty sure I knew the first moment that I realised it. When I came to your place to tell you that the INS would be investigating us and you weren’t wearing your wedding ring, that hurt. It hurt more than the fact that you had a girlfriend, for some reason. I haven’t taken mine off since our wedding day because I’m your wife. And that means something. It meant something to me even then, and it killed me inside that you didn’t feel married to me. And I know I should have said something before—maybe not then, because that was too soon and I didn’t even understand what I was feeling and it probably would’ve scared the crap out of you—but I definitely should have said something long before now. And I am so sorry that I needed you to push me to see what I already knew, because I know exactly how I feel about you. I knew back then and I know now and it’s nothing to be afraid of.

“You are my everything, Spence, the very best thing that’s ever happened to me. You make me feel like anything in the world is possible, and you make me feel loved. You make me feel whole. When you are with me, I want to tell every stranger that we pass, ‘That’s my wife. Do you see how incredible she is? And she’s with me. Me, Ashley Davies.’

“The one good thing I have ever done in my life is marrying you. Everything after that has just been one stupid wrong fucking move after another and you deserve better than that. You deserve better than what I’ve given you. You probably deserve better than me, but I don’t really care. You are my wife, Spencer. You belong with me. I need you. I need you like I need breathing. I need you to help me be the person I want to be when I’m with you. And, obviously, I need you to show me when I’m being a complete fucking idiot, because I don’t seem to be able to work that out for myself. But that’s because my life makes no sense at all without you.”

She dropped her head, terrified of looking anywhere near Spencer as she asked the only question that mattered. “I know I don’t deserve another chance, but will you forgive me and come home, Spence? Please?”

She felt Spencer’s hands in her hair, tugging her head back up. Spencer was standing in front of her, smiling down at her. She hadn’t even noticed Spencer moving, because she had been so intent on not looking in her direction while she was making her not-so-little speech. Her hair was down, so she must have pulled the Number 2 pencil out at some point. Ashley hadn’t noticed that happening, either.

“You had me at ‘sorry’.” Spencer’s voice was low and husky, and Ashley could see tears pushing at the edges of her wife’s eyes.

She didn’t get a chance to say anything further before Spencer pushed her back on the chair, straddling her lap as her mouth came down hard against Ashley’s. She didn’t even have time to respond to the kiss before she could feel Spencer’s hands pushing her jacket from her shoulders. Trying not to break the fierce kiss, Ashley struggled to help remove it entirely.

Having pushed her jacket off, Spencer was already working on removing Ashley’s t-shirt, pulling at the hem and trying to force it upwards. Ashley co-operated happily, raising her arms above her head and breaking their kiss just for a second as it flew over her head to somewhere else in the room. She wanted to do the same, to push Spencer’s cami top up her body, but she knew that this was Spencer’s show and she didn’t want to put yet another foot wrong in her very long line of bad moves.

She didn’t need to worry. With a frustrated grunt, Spencer removed her own top hastily. Her mouth latched onto Ashley’s neck, just below her ear. She was biting hard, her teeth scraping the skin and her tongue licking where she had bitten. Ashley heard her own growl at the naked possessiveness of the action.

Her hands itched to touch Spencer, but she kept them rooted to the arms of the chair, letting her wife do as she pleased. And Spencer’s pleasure seemed to be Ashley’s pleasure, so it was all good as she felt the heel of Spencer’s hand find the underside of her breast and then her thumb brushing across her nipple. It was so much, so good, and her head was spinning.

Then Spencer pulled back and Ashley was suddenly afraid that they were going to stop. Rationally, she knew that wasn’t the case, but there was still that tiny fear at the loss of sensation. But Spencer was grinning at her, a dirty, sexy, hot smile Ashley had never seen before. Her wife reached behind herself and removed her bra. Ashley inhaled sharply at the sight. She had married way out of her league.

Spencer took her own breast in one hand and, with the other, threaded her fingers into Ashley’s hair, pulling her closer. Ashley hardly needed an invitation to close her mouth over her wife’s nipple, sucking it deep into her mouth and teasing it with the flat of her tongue. The eroticism of her wife offering herself to her was too overwhelming for Ashley to maintain her no-touching rule, and her hands moved to Spencer’s thighs. She stroked up the sides, pushing Spencer’s skirt higher as she did. With it all but bunched around Spencer’s waist, she grabbed her hips and pulled her closer.

She almost screamed aloud as she realised that Spencer was, in fact, not wearing any underwear. All she could feel against her abdomen was hot, dripping wetness.

“Holy fuck,” she murmured against her wife’s breast as Spencer started to rub slowly, deliciously against her. Ashley slid one hand behind Spencer, pressing against the small of her back to urge even greater contact. Spencer roughly pulled on Ashley’s hair, silently imploring her to show the other breast some of the same attention.

“God, I want you,” Spencer moaned, her grip on Ashley’s head loosening. Her right hand insinuated itself between them, pushing inside Ashley’s bra, her fingers finding her hard nipple and stroking it in time with Ashley’s mouth against her own breast.

It was more intense than anything Ashley had ever experienced. Their previous night together had been full of laughter and light seduction. This was about raw possession, and she wasn’t sure whether her need or Spencer’s was the greater.

She opened her eyes and looked up at her wife. Spencer’s eyes were closed, her head tilted forward, grunting and making sweet little mewling noises as she rubbed against Ashley’s bare abdomen. Feeling her gaze, Spencer half-opened her eyes and tugged none too gently at Ashley’s hair. Ashley realised that she had stopped her suckling motion, and grinned against Spencer’s flesh as she resumed her teasing.

“You are so mine,” Spencer said. It was almost a growl.

“Uh-huh,” Ashley agreed. There was no point denying it.

“Need you now.”

Ashley knew what Spencer meant. She could feel it in the way that Spencer was riding against her, in the tension in Spencer’s body. It wasn’t a time for foreplay or teasing. Insinuating her free hand between their bodies, her fingertips pressed against Spencer’s hard clit, relishing the wet heat she found.

“Inside me.”

Spencer lifted her hips as Ashley adjusted her hand. She brought her other hand around to grab Spencer’s ass. She pulled Spencer towards her as she thrust with her fingers. The feeling of being deep inside her wife was better than anything else. Spencer’s fingers digging into the back of her neck, her hips grinding against Ashley’s hand, the wetness smearing against her abdomen: it was all just as it should be. When she rubbed her thumb against Spencer’s clit and heard the almost animal wail that her wife gave, she felt like a god. Spencer’s hips jerked and her walls crushed against Ashley’s fingers and, just like that, Spencer was coming, calling her name.

She wanted to draw it out, so she fluttered her fingers in tiny, tiny movements, slowing down her suckling at Spencer’s breast to a soft, open-mouth kissing and licking. Spencer slumped almost bonelessly against her, pulling Ashley’s mouth away and angling her head into the crook of her neck. The fingers that had been digging into her neck slid up into her hair, caressing her head gently.

“God, I love you so much,” she whispered, kissing the top of Ashley’s head.

“I love you too, Spence.” She moved her hand from Spencer’s ass to lay her palm flat against the small of her back. She could feel the slight tremors still passing through the blonde. If they never moved again, she would have been entirely content to end her life, just as she was, surrounded and cradled by the only woman she had ever loved. Could ever love, she mentally corrected.

“Bed. Now,” Spencer commanded in a low grumble.

Ashley wanted to protest that she couldn’t do anything because Spencer would need to move first, but that thought had occurred to her wife. With a sigh that was somehow also the dirtiest low-down moan, Spencer lifted her hips, easing herself off Ashley’s hand. She removed her hand from inside Ashley’s shirt and pushed herself off the chair backwards. She held out her hand. Ashley took it and felt herself being pulled into Spencer’s arms.

Almost instantly, Spencer wrapped her arms around her and kissed her hard. With urgency, Spencer managed to remove her own skirt then Ashley’s bra. She opened Ashley’s jeans, pushing both them and Ashley’s underwear down. Shimmying her hips and using her feet, Ashley got them to the ground and stepped out of them, all the while trying to maintain their kiss as Spencer walked slowly backwards in the direction of the bedroom.

They clumsily fell sideways and only Spencer’s quick reaction kept them mostly upright, although it broke them apart. Spencer looked at her hungrily.

“So beautiful,” she said, pulling Ashley against her again. Reaching her arm out, she found the wall and spun them around, forcing Ashley back against it. She dropped to her knees and pushed Ashley’s legs apart forcibly.

“The bedroom?” Ashley managed to say, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she felt Spencer’s warm breath against her lower abdomen. She threaded her fingers into Spencer’s hair. Her wife was biting her, she noted, marking her just below her belly button.

“Soon,” Spencer whispered, kissing and licking in a slow, straight line right to where Ashley craved her most.

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Hours later, their bodies sated, sweat cooling, the feel of soft cotton at her back and Spencer nestled into her side, Ashley stared up at the ceiling.

“I was thinking.”

“That never ends well,” Spencer chuckled against her. Even the slight brush of Spencer’s breath against her skin made her shiver with anticipation once more, but she wanted to be serious for at least a moment.

“Will you marry me? Properly, I mean. Not just some quickie ceremony at City Hall. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

Spencer propped herself up on one elbow and shook her head. “I can’t, Ashley.”

She hadn’t expected that and she tried to cover her hurt and disappointment. “Oh, right. Well—”

Spencer silenced her by leaning forward and kissing her soundly. A wide grin on her face, she pulled back, keeping her hand on Ashley’s cheek, her thumb stroking gently. “I already have a wife. I’m totally in love with her, and I have no intention of divorcing her. Ever. And I think the wedding ceremony we had at City Hall was the most romantic thing in the world ever.”

“Really?” Ashley rubbed her cheek against Spencer’s palm.

“Yeah. I fell in love on my wedding day. And you don’t get much more romantic than that.”

“You did?” The question was more of a squeak than Ashley would have liked.

Spencer laughed. “You were so scared and so beautiful and you’re a hell of a kisser, even if you had to be coaxed into it.”

“I did not!” She shrugged as she saw Spencer’s look of disbelief. “Well, maybe a little prompting.”

Spencer leaned in, nuzzling her face into Ashley’s neck. “You always need a little prompting, baby.”

“I know. I’m really sorry about that.”

“Hush now. I was teasing.”

“No, Spence. I know that I should have done more. You shouldn’t always have to be the one.”

Spencer lifted her head from Ashley’s neck. “You are who you are and I’m in love with you, all of you. I have done so many things wrong, too.” She kissed Ashley softly on the mouth. “But how about we stop apologising? This room is costing you an absolute fortune, and we should get our money’s worth out of it before we go home in the morning.” Her eyes sparkled. “You still owe me a proper honeymoon, Mrs Davies.”

Ashley laughed, wrapping her arms around her wife. “I liked that you gave them my name at check-in.”

“I thought you might.” Spencer managed to look both predatory and shy at the same time. Ashley was amazed once more by how she had managed to marry such an incredible woman.

“I think I fell in love with you before we kissed,” Ashley admitted. “When I looked at you, I realised that we were going to have to kiss, and all I could think was how I didn’t want to fuck up the most important moment in my life.”

“For someone not used to saying how they feel, you’re getting pretty good at this,” Spencer chuckled. “Can I tell you a secret?’

Ashley nodded. “Sure, but you do I know I’ll tell my wife? I have this new rule that I don’t plan on keeping anything from her ever again. Except, like, birthday surprises and good things.”

“Good rule. I’m sure she’ll like that. Anyway, my secret? Even before you came to see me about the INS, I used to put my wedding ring on before I went to bed every night. That’s why it was in the nightstand.” She traced her thumb across Ashley’s lower lip. “I hated taking it off every morning.” She looked down at her ring finger, where her hand was still pressed against Ashley’s cheek. “It just feels right.”

She let her tongue flick out to meet Spencer’s thumb and enjoyed the light moan she got in response. “We should get new ones. I kept meaning to go to Tiffany, but I just never thought the time was right.”

Spencer narrowed her eyes. “You do know that we don’t need a new ceremony or new rings or new anything, don’t you? This is my wedding ring, my only wedding ring, and I really don’t plan on taking it off ever again. All I need is you.”

Ashley sighed happily. “How the hell do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Every time I think that I can’t possibly love you any more, you prove me wrong.” She laughed at Spencer’s blush. “How much, by the way?”

“How much what?”

“Of a small fortune is this room costing me?”

“Let’s just say, it’s good thing I married a millionaire,” Spencer joked. Ashley tensed as she felt Spencer shifting in the bed, moving to slide over her, so that her body was pressing Ashley into the mattress. “Also, I quit my job at the station.”

“I know. I looked for you there.” She inhaled sharply as Spencer rolled her hips.

“Mark and I are in talks with WGBH, and I think we might get some decent work out of it, but it’ll be a while before I know for sure. You think you can afford to support an unemployed wife?”

She brought her hands around to rest on Spencer’s lower back, tracing patterns with her fingers. “I’m sure we can economise.” She kissed the tip of her wife’s nose. “Besides, I heard that all you need is me.”

“And imported coffee.” Spencer pushed herself up on her forearms, arching her back and causing her lower body to press more insistently into Ashley. Her hair fell around her face and the ends tickled across Ashley’s upper chest.

“I can afford coffee.” Ashley brought her hands around from Spencer’s back to trail up her sides, edging closer to her wife’s breasts. At the same time, she parted her legs wider, wrapping them around Spencer’s waist.

“It’s okay. I can live without the coffee,” Spencer muttered.

“You think?”

“You keep doing that and I won’t be able to think at all.”

“I can live with that.” Ashley pushed her upper body off the bed to meet Spencer’s and kissed her wife hungrily. She finally pulled back. “You’re my wife.”

“Yes, I am.” Spencer smiled down at her, a bemused look on her face.

“No, but you’re my wife, Spence.”

“I have always been your wife.”

“Not always.”

“Since we got married,” Spencer allowed.

“I’m not expressing this well,” Ashley admitted, trying desperately not to look between them because then she’d see her naked wife and naked Spencer was the most distracting thing ever. “I never thought I wanted to be married until I was married to you. And I always thought I was this strong, independent woman who didn’t need anyone or anything, but now I just want to be yours and you to be mine.”

Spencer nodded. “You are mine. And don’t you ever forget it.”

“What I’m trying to say is that I still can’t believe you want me to be your wife.”

“I know you don’t, but I do.” Spencer shook her head and leaned back, adjusting both of them until Ashley was sitting up, Spencer kneeling across her lap. She dropped a soft kiss on Ashley’s lips and slipped her arm around her. “I love you, Ash. There is nothing I want or need in this life that you don’t already give me. And I am quite prepared to spend the rest of my life proving that to you. And you are strong and independent. You’re just strong and independent and mine.”

Ashley shivered at the look of love and want and possession in Spencer’s eyes.

“You belong to me, Ash, just as I belong to you. If it makes you feel better, I can get ‘Property of Ashley Davies’ tattooed across my heart.” She grinned and ground down a little against Ashley. “Or maybe you’d prefer I got it somewhere a little lower.” Her eyes turned serious again. “But you don’t need to worry. I will always be yours, no matter what, because webelong together.”

Spencer then kissed her so thoroughly that Ashley thought she might actually melt with the languid passion of it all. When it was finally over, Spencer smiled at her. “So, yes, I have my whole life to show you and tell you just how much I love you, but I have waited nearly a year for a proper honeymoon, and I have no intention of spending it just talking.”

Ashley flopped backwards, pulling Spencer on top of her. “What would you like to do instead, then?”

“You.”

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THE END

12 Comments

  1. Posted 31 March 2013 at 7.10pm | Permalink

    I sooo want a tattoo that says “property of Ashley Davies” on my…ahem heart! Excellent ending. I know you have a job and a life but could you just keep writing these two forever? Please?

  2. tongue-tied
    Posted 31 March 2013 at 11.40pm | Permalink

    I second that request, your fics are too good… Beautiful ending as always, you always get the perfect mix of sweetness and hotness and love and smut- loved it! (especially your spencer, she so calls all the shots)

  3. tee452
    Posted 1 April 2013 at 1.11am | Permalink

    At one point, I actually said aloud, “Holy shit, go Spencer go!” It’s hot when she goes for it. And hilarious when she makes Ashley dither herself into a puddle.

    And I see that Bernice was trained at the same place the front desk folks at L’Auberge get their training. Ten minutes into the speech, I was able to ask where the elevator to my room was!

    Very nice ending, Dev. Thanks for writing.

    PS I bet ybn knows how much a hotel room with a butler costs!

  4. Charlotte
    Posted 1 April 2013 at 3.10am | Permalink

    I just love Ashly’s speech to Spencer at the end. You can totally feel the love that Ashley has for Spencer. I just finished reading this story from the beginning and I love the whole thing. I have to admit after they first got together, I thought the next chapter would be the end. I’m really glad I was wrong. The last two chapters totally made the story.

    Thanks for writing it and sharing it.

  5. lol
    Posted 1 April 2013 at 4.09am | Permalink

    I’m a major sucker and big baby for all of your stories. They’re always so incredible and sweet and touching, it makes me just want to read them forever and ever.

    Loving how Spencer and Ashley are always so made for each other in all of your stories. Looking forward to your next story!

    Thanks as always for taking the time and effort to write spashley stories and Happy Easter!

  6. iocaste
    Posted 1 April 2013 at 4.33am | Permalink

    Another great story! Thank you Dev!
    (I need to read the last chapter agan…and again!)

  7. Meech
    Posted 1 April 2013 at 10.37am | Permalink

    I loved this so much. All of it. Ashley was frustrating, as Ashley tends to be, but overall it worked out so well. This was such a great story that, which as always can be expected from you, did not disappoint in the slightest- even in the times of waiting for an update. Endings are so bittersweet, and sometimes can be a letdown, but alas! This is Dev we’re talking about here. I simply loved it and it complemented the whole of the story. It was sweet and touching and hot hell. Thank you for sharing your talent, I seriously never tire of your writing. You do Spencer and Ashley so perfect every time, I’m going to be very sad when the day comes you stop writing them. Just do it forever. I mean, that’s not asking too much, is it? Haha

  8. Gis
    Posted 2 April 2013 at 8.01pm | Permalink

    This is one of my favourite Spashley stories. So happy to see an update, but sad that it is finished. Once again, thank you for making the time to write it and for sharing. The way you portray Spencer and Ashley, independent of the environment, is as good, if not better, than the show itself. I truly enjoy yours and Clom’s writing and always look forward to your new stories.
    I greatly appreciate your talent and generosity, and I hope you will carry on sharing your talent with for a very long time!! :-)

  9. yeahbutno
    Posted 6 April 2013 at 11.31pm | Permalink

    Awww man, way too amazing. Sometimes Ashley needs a slap! ….in a good way, her and Spencer are perfect. Thanks for another amazing story. I was surprised that Kyla kept her nose out so much but kinda glad too. The video may …..just may have brought some….wetness to my eyes, must be the A/C!

    Tack sa mycket Dev.

    PS I have stayed at the Plaza, Tee but NEVER woud have a butler as they scare the shit out of me, like Clowns and Puppeteers too. I just found out my paternal Great Grandfather was a Head Groomsman, then Chauffer at a Downton-esk fancy house, so my “allergy” may be due to that discovery too!

  10. tdg
    Posted 7 April 2013 at 5.38pm | Permalink

    What a pleasure to see these two final updates, both because it gave me the excuse to re-read from the start and because the story concluded in such a satisfying way. I so enjoyed the clever, unusual set up of this story and the slow evolution of their relationship within it. I particularly appreciate the balance of the characters, where neither is completely in the right or wrong and both grow throughout the story. Your stories have such depth that they offer the additional reward of re-imagining everything from the other woman’s perspective. Thanks for sharing this!

  11. Dovega
    Posted 7 April 2013 at 6.07pm | Permalink

    Aw, I loved the ending. I loved Ashley’s speech and Spencer telling her she had her at “sorry”. I also loved that Ashley wanted to marry her again but that Spencer was already attached to their wedding and their rings. This was a great story, thank you so much for writing it.

  12. jovan
    Posted 13 October 2013 at 11.41pm | Permalink

    Love it, one of my favorites.

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