Okay, so this is a total crack pairing. And I've named them Spenna. This story was basically born of my desire to witness Troian Bellisario and Tammin Sursok make out, along with "O Valencia!" constantly playing in my car. I also happen to be fascinated with Jenna as a character. I really, really loved that scene where she opened up to "Anita" and I wanted to see more of her as a "normal teenage girl," so here we go. This is a little unbelievable, but give it a chance if you feel so inclined! I hope I got Spencer right. And Jenna too, though I took a little bit more liberty with her. As always, constructive criticism is welcome and very much appreciated! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars. Please don't sue me.

Chapter 1 - "Lovers Undercover"

Goddammit! I thought as my hoodie got snagged on a tree branch. This is ridiculous! You're lucky I like you so much, Jenna. The funny thing was, I had been doing this nearly every night for the past few months. Traipsing about in the bushes at midnight was certainly not my idea of fun, but it was worth it to be able to be alone with Jenna. We couldn't be seen together at school, or at either of our houses, or in public at all, really. Or, come to think of it, in the daytime. So we resorted to this - some Romeo and Juliet style late night tryst.

I had to take the back way, which forced me to go through the forest for a short distance, then through people's yards, to make sure I wasn't seen randomly walking around at night again. When we had first gotten together, I had waited until it was dark and nearly everyone in the Cavanaugh/Marshall household was asleep, then walked down the street like a normal human being. I soon figured out that I would have to be a lot more covert than that, though, because Toby had come by on his motorcycle one night, and that led to a very awkward conversation that I did not want to repeat again. Let's just say that it ended up with me "going to the library" at nearly 11:30 on a school night to "drop off an overdue book." And the library was in the exact opposite direction from where I was headed. So now I went the stealthy way every night. Which actually wasn't so stealthy at all, seeing as I was now crashing through grass as tall as my knees in the MacLeod's backyard and attempting to avoid activating their motion-censored porch lights.

There were only two more yards to get through before Jenna's, and I picked up speed in anticipation. I made it through the Hamilton's yard without issue, but as I made my way across the Doyle's, their Beagle jumped up onto their couch, peered out the window, and began to howl.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. I began to speed walk, and when Mrs. Doyle came to the screen door to check out her backyard, I broke into a jog. I reached Jenna's fence and attempted to nimbly climb over, but the pocket of my sweatshirt got caught on one of the pickets. As I struggled to free myself before Doyle or the Beagle spotted me, I lost my balance and fell straight on my ass into Jenna's yard.

"Well, that was smooth!" I grumbled, picking myself up off the ground and dusting off the seat of my pants. I felt around in my pocket for my phone. Fuck. It wasn't in any of my pockets, or on the ground on either side of the fence. I must've left it on my desk at home. And I know I did, because my father had come into my room right when I was about to leave and had talked for so long that I was in a rush to get going and left without it.

Well, I guess I'm going to have to do this the old school way. I searched the ground around me for rocks small enough to be able to throw and not shatter Jenna's window. Of course, it was pitch black outside, and I had no cell phone to use as a makeshift flashlight. I was forced to get down on my hands and knees and feel around in the grass. Unfortunately, I got a handful of wet leaves laden with tiny slugs right off the bat, but I eventually managed to gather a few small rocks. I crept closer to the house, watching out for anyone walking on the sidewalk. I couldn't see the porch from where I stood, and I hoped that Toby wouldn't be out there, observing or prowling or whatever he did. The porch light was on, but there were no lights on this side of the house, so I would be okay as long as I kept quiet.

I launched the first rock and it bounced off the siding to the left of Jenna's window. The next one was way too low, the third was nearly there but too far to the right. Well, now you know why you don't play softball. I snorted at my own joke and tossed again - I was going to have to go find more ammunition if these next few didn't make it. This stone made contact with the window with a sharp click. I waited, but Jenna didn't appear. I tried again, listening for the click to resound into the dark, and finally the curtains moved. Jenna appeared in the window and I watched as she unlatched it and slid it open.

"Jenna, it's me!" I stage whispered.

"Spencer?" she replied, smiling. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I forgot my phone on my desk at home and decided to go the route of the '80s chick flick. Can you come down and let me in?" I furtively glanced around, hoping that our exchange wasn't too loud.

"Go wait by the porch - I'll be down in a minute." Jenna was laughing softly as she replied and I smiled to myself as I made my way to the porch steps.

All the lights were off downstairs, and I found Jenna's hand in the dark as we made our way toward the stairs. Except for our soft footsteps and the tapping of Jenna's cane, the house was totally silent. There was a lone light on under a door that I assumed was Toby's; their parents were out of town on a business trip.

"How was your day?" I asked as I shut the door behind us and kicked off my shoes.

"It was kind of rough," she replied quietly. "We had this huge test in English that I wasn't prepared for. And I had a minor mishap in Ceramics."

"What happened in Ceramics?"

Jenna turned to face the sound of my voice and took a few steps in my direction. I met her halfway and took her hand in mine again, knitting our fingers comfortably together.

"I tripped over someone's backpack and fell into a table," she said, visibly embarrassed. "I heard several things shatter. Guess they shouldn't let the blind girl into classes with breakables, huh?"

"Hey, don't say that," I replied, gently pulling her closer to me. "It's not your fault. People should watch where they put their bags."

"I swear I heard Mona laugh at my misfortune, too."

"God, I wish I could slap the condescending smirk right off her face."

"I would've slapped her myself, but my aim isn't that great," Jenna said with a wry smile.

"Come here," I said, laughing, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly. She looped her arms around my waist and rested her head on my chest. It was moments like this that I lived for. It made traipsing through the trees, escaping dogs, and scaling fences all worth it, just to hold Jenna for a little while. We were quiet, and I rubbed her back in slow circles as I felt her chest rise and fall.

"Why can't everyone be as wonderful as you?" Jenna murmured.

I chuckled under my breath, stroking her hair. What a world that would be.

"I'm sure you're the only one that thinks that."

She lifted her head from my chest and kissed me softly, her hands straying to my lower back. Kissing Jenna always made my entire body buzz, a pleasantly burning warmth spreading across my skin.

"You're extraordinary, Spencer. Believe it."

I gently cupped Jenna's cheek and she leaned into my touch, her sightless eyes seeming to stare into my own. I softly ran my thumb over her full lips, then trailed my fingertips over her cheekbones, her nose, her jaw. I was silent as I explored her face with my hands, my fingers light but insistent as they made their way across her features. It was something that she had done to me so many times, but this was the first time I had thought to return the favor.

"What?" she asked softly.

"Nothing," I replied, my hand still resting on her cheek. "You're just really beautiful."

Her face broke into a smile as I backed her up toward the bed, my hands on her hips. We settled on the comforter, lying down in our usual position, Jenna's head on my chest, my arm around her, our bodies pressed together comfortably. I sighed, content, and ran my fingers through her long dark hair. Most nights we ended up like this - lying as close as we possibly could, feeling each other's heartbeats and talking softly until I had to untangle myself from Jenna and go back home. It was nice to be able to just be, without having to worry about everything that was going on outside of this bedroom.

"Do you know when I first realized that I liked you?" Jenna asked.

"When?"

"We were 13. Mrs. Sheridan's science class. You used the word "Brobdingnagian" to describe the solar system. Logan Hartford made fun of you and you told him that if he opened his textbook once in awhile instead of spending all his time flipping through Playboy, then he might know what you were talking about."

I looked at her, incredulous that she still remembered that. We had Mrs. Sheridan for science class in 7th grade, almost four years ago. I sat in the very front row, taking scrupulous notes, and she sat in the back next to Kelly Brooks.

"I can't believe you remember that."

"Of course I do," she replied. "You did that thing where you smush up your lips when you're telling a joke, and all I could think at that moment was that I wanted to kiss you."

"You've wanted to kiss me for that long?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes," Jenna answered simply. "And now I get to, whenever I want."

I smiled as she lifted herself up and crawled on top of me, straddling my hips. I felt her weight on my body as she leaned forward, running her hands over my face, down my neck, over my chest.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her hands coming back up to rest on either side of my face. "And I can feel your smile."

I reached up and kissed her firmly, slipping my tongue into her mouth as she allowed me entrance. She hummed into my mouth and I ran my hands up and down her back, relishing the fact that I felt her shiver. I pressed my hips into hers, wanting to get even closer, and Jenna's lips became more insistent. Her hair fell like a curtain around my face, and I closed my eyes, enveloping myself in our own personal world. I felt Jenna's fingers toying with the hem of my shirt, and I squirmed in anticipation.

"Can I?" she murmured, and I hummed an affirmative. We sat up and I shrugged my hoodie off my shoulders, sneaking kisses while I attempted to get free of my clothing. Jenna's nimble fingers found my shirt again, and she lifted it up, over my head, leaving my breasts bare. Her hands immediately found my chest and I couldn't stop my lopsided grin from forming.

"Aggressive tonight, are we?"

Jenna dropped her hands and tilted her head, hearing the smile in my voice.

"Do you want to slow down?"

I snorted, leaning forward so our faces were barely inches apart.

"No way. I like it," I whispered huskily, my hands making their way under Jenna's tank top. She lifted her arms and I tossed the garment somewhere on the carpet. She pushed me backwards softly, still straddling me, and her bra joined the clothing on the floor. She was now topless in front of me - the first time this had ever happened, in fact - and I couldn't help the sharp intake of breath that escaped my throat.

"What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious, her hands coming up to cover her breasts.

"Jesus Christ, you're gorgeous," I whispered, and she smiled, a genuine Jenna smile, and rested her hands on my hips. She captured my lips with hers again, and her bare skin on mine was nearly unbearable. I felt like my body was on fire - the ache between my thighs was getting stronger with every insistent movement of Jenna's tongue in my mouth. My hands ran over her bare back for the first time, then over her shoulders, her stomach, until they landed on her breasts. I kept them there as our mouths moved together, my fingers moving dexterously, and I heard her whimper softly.

Jenna's mouth travelled down to my neck, her hands moving even farther down to my breasts, and I couldn't help the low moan that escaped from my throat. I arched my back into her and closed my eyes again, reveling in the attention that she was giving me. Her hair brushed over my chest and I scratched my fingernails lightly over her back. Just as I was inching my knee in between her legs, there was a loud thumping noise from the hallway, a crash, and then a muttered "Shit!"

We jumped apart so fast that Jenna nearly catapulted off of her own bed. I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her from falling and she fell on top of me instead, the look of terror on her face quickly replaced with one of amusement. She dissolved into giggles, burying her face in my shoulder, and I couldn't help but chuckle along with her.

"Shhh!" she whispered, and I bit my lip, stifling the laughter that was bubbling up in my throat. We waited with bated breath until the shuffling and bumping noises had ceased. When we heard the flush of the toilet, then footsteps past Jenna's room and the click of Toby's bedroom door, we allowed ourselves to breathe again.

"That was the hall table," Jenna explained, still sprawled out over me, topless. "Everyone always trips over it on their way to the bathroom at night."

"I almost had a heart attack! I thought Toby was going to come bursting in here and pull you off of me!"

"Well that would've been a tragedy," Jenna drawled.

I looked over at the clock on her nightstand - it was 1:15 in the morning, and that meant I needed to get going. Shit.

"It's almost 1:30," I said, playing with her hair. "I need to get back home." She sighed and turned to face me.

"I wish you could spend the night."

"I know, babe. Me too."

This part of the night was always bittersweet. After being so close for the past hour or so, I would have to get up and just leave, sneak through the yards and back into my house like nothing had happened. I might go downstairs for a glass of water, bump into Ian or Melissa, and have to feign like I didn't just get to touch and kiss a nearly naked Jenna Marshall. But with everything going on in town, plus the fact that our parents would flip out if they found out about us, it left us with no choice. And I would rather have these few hidden hours at night than not have Jenna at all.

"I'm sorry that this is all we can have right now," I said, still running my fingers through Jenna's hair. "I wish we could walk down the street during the day and I could show you off as my girlfriend."

"I like the sound of that. I am Spencer Hastings' girlfriend," she said, trying the phrase out, wrapping her lips around each word as if they were all completely unfamiliar to her.

"I am Jenna Marshall's girlfriend," I mused, copying her tone. It felt nice to be able to say it out loud, even if we were the only two able to hear it.

"Hey Jenna?"

"Hm?" she hummed in response.

"You know that I'm really proud to be your girlfriend, right? I don't want you thinking that I'm ashamed of you or anything because we can't be open about us yet."

"Spencer, I would never think that. It's not your fault - it's all the craziness happening in this town. Can you imagine what our parents would do if they found out we were together? Or what Toby's reaction would be?"

"None of them would be happy, that's for sure," I said, kissing her forehead. "But it would be nice, you know, if we didn't have to hide it for once. I feel bad leaving you alone every night."

"It's okay," she replied, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare stomach. "I'm lucky that you go through all this trouble every night just to see me for a few hours."

"And I'm lucky to have you," I replied, my hand going to her cheek again. "I promise, one day we'll actually be able to spend the night together."

We untangled our limbs and I got up off the bed, searching for our clothes on the floor. I handed Jenna her shirt and clothed myself, making sure that everything was on right side out. I put my shoes back on and felt in my pocket to make sure my keys were still there.

"Do you want me to go downstairs with you?" Jenna asked softly. I crossed back to her and sat down on the bed.

"No, it's okay, I'll show myself out." I wrapped my arms around her in a hug and she returned my embrace willingly. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too, Jenna."

I gave her one last kiss, then made my way down the stairs and silently out the door. As I began the trek back through the urban wilderness, I felt tears unexpectedly brim in my eyes. I hoped that one day Jenna and I could be together without having to hide it.