PLL fic: The Game
Title: The Game
Fandom: Pretty Little Liars
Wordcount: 498
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Alison/Spencer
Prompt(s): "Pretty Little Liars, Spencer/author's choice of girl(s), blindfold" by summerstorm @ comment_fic
Summary: Ally convinces Spencer to play an innocent little game.
“I know!” Alison says suddenly, cutting through the curtain of boredom that’s blanketed them all day. “Let’s play a game.”
“What kind of game?” Spencer asks warily. Even if they are unfailingly enjoyable, Alison’s games often have a way of causing trouble.
“It’ll be fun,” Alison coaxes. “Trust me. Go sit down; I need to get something.”
Spencer sits down at the kitchen table with a sigh. There’s nothing else to do. Her parents are gone for the weekend; Aria, Emily, and Hanna are busy; and doing anything with Ally is more interesting than doing nothing by herself.
A moment later Alison returns, holding a thin towel. “Now, I’m just going to put this on you…”
She reaches forward and starts to wrap it around Spencer’s head like a blindfold. “Alison?”
“My mom used to play this with me when I was little,” she explains as she knots the cloth behind Spencer’s head. “I’m going to get different food and have you taste it, and then you have to guess what it is. Okay?”
“Sure, yeah.”
“Awesome!” Her footsteps move away again, and Spencer waits in the darkness. She listens as a cupboard opens and closes, then a drawer, silverware clanking together. Then Alison is in front of her again. “Open your mouth,” she instructs.
Spencer does as she’s told, and something is put inside - a spoon covered with a thick, sticky substance. “Mmm,” she murmurs as she licks it off. “That’s honey, definitely.”
“Right!” Spencer can practically hear her grin. “And how about this?”
She opens her mouth again, and concentrates as something sweet and crumbly is put on her tongue. “Mom’s coffee cake,” she says with a grin. “That’s too easy.”
“Oh, yeah?” Alison’s voice holds a challenge now. “Bet you’ll never get this one.”
Spencer rolls her eyes behind the blindfold and opens her mouth for a third time. Alison doesn’t move. Spencer is about to ask what she’s waiting for, when there’s something- Something warm and soft presses against her lips, moving.
Alison is kissing her. Spencer’s heart starts pounding at the unexpected touch - Alison. Kissing her. The shock keeps her from doing so much as pulling back as there’s more - her friend’s tongue slips into her mouth, and Spencer would gasp but there’s no air. She lets instinct take over and kisses back, desperate, as a fire flares to life in her belly. She gets lost on the touch, forgetting about who’s on the other side of her darkness and concentrating on what she feels.
Then it’s suddenly gone. Spencer reaches up and tears the blindfold off, a million questions burning in her mind, but by the time it’s gone, she’s alone in the kitchen. She hears running steps in the hall, then the front door slams shut, leaving behind the echo of Alison’s tinkling laughter.
Spencer reaches up to cup hands around her burning cheeks as she tries to calm her heart and breathing, head spinning from Alison’s game.