he's naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. jeez, he looks so freaking hot. my subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm.

-50 shades of grey

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Spencer can barely keep her eyes open. She's spent the past two hours stomach-down on her bed researching backup schools to apply to if she doesn't get into UPenn (which won't happen, obviously), but it feels completely pointless because she knows she's going to get into UPenn (obviously).

She sighs, folds her arms under her chin and rests her head, letting her eyes slip closed.

Suddenly there's a warm body lying next to hers and hot breath on her cheek.

"Spencer," Quinn murmurs in a semi-sing song voice.

"Mmph." She feels a tongue ghost along the edge of her ear and swats at Quinn. "What are you doing?" she whines.

"Seducing you."

Teeth nip gently at her earlobe and she grunts. "We're already sleeping together," Spencer mumbles, "Seduction is pretty superfluous at this point." She hears Quinn close her laptop and set it on the floor.

"I read something yesterday that made me think of you."

"Wonderful," Spencer grumbles into her comforter.

"Sometimes I am alive because with me her alert treelike body sleeps," Quinn begins, her voice soft and low as she speaks right against the hair falling around Spencer's face. "Which I feel slowly sharpening, becoming distinct with love slowly, who in my shoulder sinks sweetly teeth…" Quinn pauses and drags her teeth from the bottom of Spencer's shoulder blade up, then bites playfully.

Spencer rolls over and arches an eyebrow at her. "You're seducing me with ee cummings?"

Quinn's cheeks burn red. "Why not?"

"But… Why?"

"Aria and I were talking about poetry the other day," she mumbles, "And she told me Ezra likes it when she recites stuff."

"Baby, Ezra's an English teacher. I'm a future law student. He and I are two very different people." Spencer closes her eyes again, still on her back, and she feels Quinn flop down next to her with a sigh.

She thinks about it for approximately thirty seconds before rolling over and straddling Quinn's hips, planting her hands on either side of Quinn's head. "Would you state, for the record, your name?"

Quinn blinks an eye open. "Excuse me?"

"State your name, please."

Quinn narrows her eyes. "Quinn Fabray."

Spencer leans down so their mouths are just not touching. "Do you swear," she begins, kissing the corner of her lips, "To have an orgasm"—she kisses her neck—"A whole orgasm"—she kisses her collarbone—"And nothing but the best orgasm?"

"You're kidding me, right?"

Spencer ignores her. "Permission to take off your pants?"

"If you seriously expect me to—"

Spencer cuts her off with a searing kiss as she undoes her button and zipper anyway, and soon Quinn's jeans are on the floor somewhere. Spencer trails her finger along Quinn's underwear, where there's already a damp patch. "Exhibit One is marked as evidence," she murmurs, dragging her fingernail over the same spot with a little more pressure, and Quinn gasps. "Will the defendant please spread her legs?"

Quinn doesn't have anything to say this time and she obeys immediately.

Spencer slowly brushes her fingertip along the edges of Quinn's underwear—first over her right thigh, then across her abdomen, then over her left thigh—and Quinn shivers.

"This is way hotter than poetry. Isn't that correct?" She dips her hand beneath the purple lace but stops just before the source of the dampness.

Quinn nods quickly, her eyes closed and her breathing already heavy.

"Isn't that correct?" Spencer repeats, saying each word separately and succinctly, her mouth barely an inch from Quinn's ear.

"Yes," Quinn blurts. "God, yes."

Spencer smirks, her fingers moving down to their target, and Quinn bucks her hips. "Let the record show that you are so wet for me right now," she says, exploring Quinn's entrance.

"You're fucking hilarious," Quinn manages. "Inside. Now."

Spencer slides her fingertip in, but then stops. "Could you describe for me exactly what you would like me to do to you?"

Quinn lifts her hips a little, trying to get Spencer's hand to move. "I want you to give me that fucking orgasm you made me swear on."

Spencer smirks again. "No further questions," she murmurs, then kisses Quinn deeply and pushes two fingers inside.