Rating: the story is rated T, with the exception of afew M Rated scenes. Views discretion is advice

A:N/ Hello beautiful readers: This is my first fic but not my first source of writing and won't be my last fic. I plan to get the updates to you rapidly. I will finish this story so don't worry about me leaving it incomplete. Enjoy!

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I do not own "South of Nowhere" just my creativity and making Ash and Spence even more awesome than they already are.


How I met Her Mother

Tis the Beginning

*Ashley*

It was noon of Christmas and all through the house everything was stringing even the mouse as he tucked his cheese in his suit case and ran for the door.

"I'll never stay with lesbians again" he swore

"Where can I take the next train to gay men's land?"

"They don't fuss"

"They don't fight"

"They have sex all night"

"And no worries of parents and dare not mention in laws"

"Ash."placing my pen down on the pad I was writing on I turn around to the heavenly voice that called my name and laid my sights on my beautiful mess of a girlfriend, who's staring at me with tired eyes that expressed a mixture of frustration and annoyance. Taken my bottom lip into my mouth and slowly biting down on it because I knew it would lighten the mood since it's her weakness.

She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face and made its way up to her ocean blue eyes as she shook her head that moved her unruly sandy blonde hair from side to side."What am I going to do with you?" She asks

I showed off my award winning nose crinkling smile that I knew would make her weak in the knees. "Well I know a few things" I replied.

"Is one of those things involve you to stop doodling in your note book and help me." she questions as she continue running around the kitchen going through cabinets and drawers, but gabbing nothing in the process.

I walked behind her and pulled her back against my front as I slowly whisper in her ear "first and foremost I don't doodle, I write." "And second your mom won't be here for another three hours so calm-"

"Three hours!" she shouts while releasing herself from me and now we're face to face as she puts her hands in the air."Three hours is not enough time, everything has to be perfect Ash" She stops and even though she's facing me she's not speaking to me she's projecting her inner thoughts to every inch of the room letting them fall where they may.

"I know babe –"

"No you don't...this is the first Christmas my mom doesn't have my dad with her". She looks down at her hands that have suddenly become interesting.

I place my hands on her shoulders to try to comfort her. I hear her sniffling and I know she's trying to fight back tears.

"It's been a year since my dad died of cancer and him and my mom has spent Christmas together every year in the Bahamas since I went away to college eight years ago... and I just want it to be perfect". She finally looks up at me giving me a weak smile.

"Babe it will be great I'm sure." I say trying to convince myself more than her.

"I hope so." she replies barely audible as she walks over to the kitchen drawers pulling out silverware.

I walk back over to my note pad and sit down.

"Ash." she calls a bit hesitant.

"Hmmm…" I look up and wait for her reply.

She lets out a heavy sigh. "my mom can't know about us."

"I know." I say looking back down at my writing and this time I am doodling, which is something I do when I get emotional to the point of no words. It made me terribly sad that Spence didn't want her mother to know about us; even though, she had a good reason, which she has told me every day since the beginning of the year until today.

"Baby it's just that she's dealing with my dad's death and I don't want to cause her to go into a nervous breakdown because of any new surprises."

Spence was a psychology major and whenever she got overwhelm she knew the right term, phrase, or diagnosis to justify her feelings, if they were right or wrong. I looked up at her and let pools of honey chocolate melted into seas of sparking blues."Babe do you ever think you use psychology as a scapegoat" I asked her with a small smile not wanting to upset her more, but really wanting to know the answer.

She holds her heart and breaths out "Ashley, I would never" and leaves her mouth gap open for dramatic pause.

I shake my head feeling my chocolate locks glide across my face. As I chuckle at how cute my girl is. I walk back over to her giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze and watch her do her adorable head tilt. "Spence why don't you freshen up and I'll finish in here." I say while removing the silverware from her clenched fists.

She takes a long look around our cozy apartment and finally stops her eye rambling on our dark red wooden kitchen table that's covered with a cream handmade table cloth that her mother used every Christmas until Spence went off to USC for one of the best psychology schools in the state. She turns those beautiful eyes back to me and says. "Ash you don't know how to cook," leaving her lips in the shape of the last letter of the word.

I let go of her shoulders to place my hands on my stomach as I throw my head back to let out a hardy laugh until I can't breathe and have to bend over trying to catch my breath. Once I get a hold of myself and whip the tears from the corner of my eyes from laughing so hard. I look at my girl whose eyes are squinted giving me the most unamused look she could muster up.I place my hands back on her shoulders "babe I don't mean to laugh, but you cooked everything and all I have to do is finish setting up."

"And why is that so funny" she ask through gritted teeth.

I scratch the back of my neck and shrug "Well because your such a worry wart."

She rolls those radiant eyes, sucks her pearly white teeth, folds her perfectly toned arms, and pokes out her delicious lips to give an adorable pout, which I kiss away.

"Babe you and your brat combo…I love it." I breathe out through my giggle while trying to slow down my heart rate. Even after all this time she can makes my heart feel as if it's going to bust right out of my chest. I always tell her that she should have become a heart doctor instead of a head doctor because she is going to be the reason for me having a heart attack in my late twenties. I give those addictive lips another kiss. "babe get ready your mom will be here in two hours and forty five minutes." All I can hear now are foot steps against our wooden floor and then the bathroom door slam.


Twenty minutes later I see the second most beautiful sight since I laid eyes on her this morning. And instead of unruly hair it's now drenched and showing off its natural waves as she clutches her towel. It's clear that she's doing a once over of the entire apartment making sure everything is in its place, because she can't make her next move until everything is perfect. She finally finishes her eye ramble and lands her eyes on me as she licks her lips in approval.

I walk up to her replacing her hands with mine as I am now clutching the towel and start to pull her near me. I aggressively kiss her on the lips as her right hand grips a hand full of my hair. She pulls me back and I feel the cool wooden floor against my back as her naked body is on top of me while the towel floats above her wet skin. Her lower half is in-between my thighs as her bare breast are pressed against mine and I am upset at my shirt that's in the way of our skin touching. I devourer her lips while taking them one at a time into my mouth then nibbling on them. I feel wetness of my own from my center dripping down my thighs. The kiss deepens and I find it hard to catch my breath or hear anything besides the pounding of my heart inside my ears. I am pulling on her lips with my teeth and she is tugging on my hair and as soon as it gets unbearably hot that has nothing to do with the temperature my lips are left cold. I open my eyes to see her sexy ass bounce away from me to answer her phone.

I slap my forehead hard and yell out "fuck"! For one we were interrupted and for two I slap myself a bit too hard.

Spence spins around to face me causing the water from her hair to rain on me as she places her index finger to her lips. "Shhh."

I cross my arms and now it's my turn to pout and she walks over and kneels down to kiss it away. When she stands back up I stare up at all her glory that's shadowing over me and then stare over to the towel that has been disregarded since the phone rang.

after a few minutes she hangs up and raises an eye brow while she looks at me still lying on the floor. I lift up while rolling my eyes because I know she's about to give me a lecture.

"Profanity is an ignorant mind trying to express itself, so say what you mean and mean what you say. Because curse words are filler words and you're too creative to need them." we both end at the same time. I know this speech by heart because it's the first thing she said to me when we first met.

3 years earlier

sipping on my vanilla chai latte with mint and hazelnut I froze in mid sip causing myself to burn my lip in the process. Which made me move the cup without lifting it up causing the delicious hot liquid to spill on my hand, new American Eagle black skinny jeans, and Steve Madden red open toe suede boots and thank God! it missed my silk Prada leopard print blouse. This unfortunate mishap caused me to stand up and screamed "shit"! That echoed through the cafe. The waitress hurried around the counter wiping up the little bit of liquid that managed to miss me and hit the marble gray floor.

Once I cooled down literary from the spill on my hand, pants, and shoes I went to draw my attending back to the cause of hazard and there she was… Only inches away from my face staring back at me. I was lost in beautiful eyes and watched her cotton candy pink colored lips move as I imagined them in-between my teeth. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear anything she said."Excuse me" I asked her disoriented.

I said "profanity is an ignorant mind trying to express itself, so say what you mean and mean what you say. Because Curse words are filler words and you're too creative to need them" she replied with a straight face.

I smirked and didn't know if I should be offend or impressed that a woman who barely knew me was telling me what to do with my mouth. I raised my right brow and pushed out my lips before taking the bottom one into my mouth. "How do you know if I'm creative"? that's all I had.I mentally shrug as I was pleasantly taking out my thoughts by my body floating on the melody of the most beautiful giggle I ever heard.

"We'll I don't... but seeing the guitar on your back I assumed." she finish her sentence with the look of confidence in her eyes.

I started to do a inward happy dance as I knew I could impress or offend her with the comeback that was stirring in my head. I sat up straight and position myself in the stool I was sitting in and smirk proudly as I replied. "Assuming makes and ass out of me and you."

she tilted her head and licked her lips as if she was pleased because a smile stretched across her face showing off those gorgeous pearly whites."We assume every day. We assume when walking across the street on a green light that we won't get ran down. We assume that we can drive our cars and not get into an accident. "We assume that every night when we close our eyes to go to sleep." she gets even closer to me and continues. "That no one will break into our homes to rape or kill us. Or more commonly we assume that we will wake up the next day to assume all over again." She give me a sly smirk before finishing. "Assuming isn't wrong unless your assumption is wrong, so tell me am I wrong"?

All I could do was shake my head 'No' because this woman had me at a loss for words since I laid eyes on her.

She backs away brushing a blonde strand of her hair behind her ear and licks her lips again.

And I had to cross my legs as tight as I could to try to avoid the throbbing feeling I was getting between my second pair of lips as my clit grew from excitement.

"Why don't you show me." she says in a low husky voice.

"Huh." I asked surprised because all I could hear since watching her licking her lips were my hormones.

I said "why don't you show me how creative you are." She repeats herself.

With no hesitation I stood up and walked to the stage. From that moment I knew that the dazzling blonde had a way of making me move and she still does.

I waved the host off and grab the mic to introduce myself. "Hello Egocentric, my name is Ashley Davies and this song is for the most beautiful woman in the cafe." I looked over to blonde and watch her cheeks turn the brightest shade of red and for the first time since we met she deprived me of her eyes to look down at the marble floor. My heart protested because I missed her sparking blues already and she most have heard my heart's call because she looked up still flustered. I strummed the guitar and let out a light giggle. "Seriously, those who know me know that I am not a musician. I am holding the guitar for a friend, but I am a poet so." I take the guitar off from over my shoulder and neck and place it to the side and grip the mic as I keep my eyes on the blonde. It was my turn to impress her the only way I knew how... threw poetry.

"Hello Blue, can I call you blue?

Never got your name but I caught your eyes as you stole my stare that will for now on belong to you

I watched as ocean blues melted and spilled and crawled towards me and I knew if I didn't move they would drown me, but I was willing to take the risk as long as I could be a part of you…even if it was temporary"

"Hello blue, how can this be wrong when heaven is hiding somewhere under blue too?

I know we don't know each other and that's cool because I know blue

Can I get to know the person that these blue eyes are attached too?"

At the end of the poem she licked those beautiful pink lips once again.

Which makes my clit try to tear from my body and run and jump into her mouth. Walking back over to her she says.

"I see my assumption didn't make neither of us look foolish, even though you're not a musician you are indeed creative."

I giggle as I thought to myself this girl must really don't cuss since she said foolish and not an ass and here we are three years later and I haven't heard a cuss word yet, not even during mind blowing sex. I shook my head at the thought.

Christmas present

"Baby, helloooo." Spence drags out

"Huh." I quickly replied half mentally alert.

"Where did you go just now." she asks with a smile playing on her lips.

"I was just thinking about your... oh so constructive criticism on my mouth." I say with a teasing smirk.

"Baby you know I'm a fan of your mouth for other things." She replies with a smile in her eyes.

And I had to wipe the excess saliva from my mouth that has made its way after that comment. Plus it's hard to not drool while looking at her naked body with pebbles of water lying on her nipples and second pair of lips."Babe." I walked up to her with lust in my eyes that have increased a shade or two darker than their original tint.

She stops me inches from her with the palm of her hand."Baby, I have to finish getting ready that was my mom on the phone."

I roll my eyes and smack my lips as I mumbled. "right… the phone."

"Yes, that was my mom on the phone saying she'll be here thirty minutes ahead of schedule." With that she walks off leaving me to drown in the thoughts of sex past and sex not being had. I sat on the stool and pouted with no her to kiss it away.


Another twenty minutes pass and my beautiful girl walks out of the room with her hair pulled back into a bun that I instantly think of destroying by yanking her hair back and devourer her lips as if they were my last meal.

"Don't give me that look." she says as she places her grandmothers small pearls to go on her neck with matching ear rings to compliment her blue dress and four inch pumps.

"Look at you like what." I say with a smirk.

Like you can see me naked" she says with a knowing smile playing her lips and flirtation twinkling in her eyes.

She starts to walk over to me while the scent of her Shea butter cream, vanilla shower gel, and mint shampoo brushes against my nose and I Inhale all of her. Spence always remind me of a mobile chai latte.

"Baby you need to make sure your room look like you actually sleep in it." she demands taking me out of my daze and replacing the flirtation in her eyes with anxiety.

I grab her hand gently, lean it to my lips, and kiss it as I try to ease her nervous because she worries from dust to dawn.

"My bed is made up and I even put clothes and shoes in the closet, oh and threw some pictures on the wall to make it look more believable." I tell her as she places her forehead on mine, giving me a chance to smell her more.

"So." I drug out a little as I take in my bottom lip and nibble on it.

"No." she snaps a little as she walks away and straightening the silk gold table mates that didn't need to be straightening under the white plates with gold trimming.

"Babe." I whine and she knows what I want.

"Baby my mom will be here in an hour and twenty minutes." She pleads in hopes that I'll let it go.

"Then we shouldn't have wasted fifteen minutes with you fighting the inevitable and besides that's more than enough time for a quickie." I assure as I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up close to my body so our chest are touching as she wraps her legs around my waist.


An hour and a half later she's running out the bedroom...yeah, I went over the time and it still wasn't enough time for me honestly. She's trying to fix her hair and dress while looking for her phone as she stumbles around with one heel on trying to put on the other.

"Babe you need to stop to get the heel on." I say with a laugh as she finally stops and gives me that annoyed frustrated look that I adore so much.

"Ash, why aren't you helping me find my phone." she snaps at me as if I am the reason she misplaced it.

I myself don't have to worry about getting dress since I spent our quickie pleasing her with multiple organisms. I whip the corner of my mouth with my index finger and thumb then lick both fingers with one swipe of the tongue."fine I'll help. I say as I playful roll my eyes then give a quick smirk at the cute booty running all over the living room looking under the couch cushions and chairs."Here it is." I giggle and shake my head as I pick it up from the bar in a matter since she asked me to help and hands it to her.

She looks at the phone and relaxes a bit then. "Ugh!"

"What's wrong babe," I ask clearly caught off guard by the sudden groan

"My mom is using her psychology tactics on me." she says while reading something off of her phone.

I look at her with squinted eyes as I nod for her to continue.

"Well my mom believes if she tells me a time I'll wait until the last minute and end up feeling overwhelm. So instead of telling me the actual time that she's suppose to be here she tells me an earlier time, in beliefs that I'll feel satisfied with having everything ready once I'm informed she'll be here later than planned. And that was her texting me that she is just now getting on her flight." She finishes all in one breathe.

"Oh." I say in a amused tone.

"Ugh!" she groans again while flopping down on the couch

"soooooo." I question not sure if it's completely safe to ask anything. She give me an apologetic look and before she can start apologizing for being a wrack I take her hand and give it a comforting squeeze, and she places her forehead on mine once again."Babe" I call to her softly while sitting next to her.

"Yes." she replies.

And I stay quiet for a second.

"Baby." she says with a bit of exhaustion in her tone and I can't help but feel guilty because of our activity an hour or so ago.

She looks into my eyes as hers are telling me to continue.

"What time is your mom coming." I ask with hesitation not wanting to upset the balance of the room.

Her blue eyes meet my chocolate browns once again while our forehead are still touching. She gives me a quick kiss on the lips and leans her head back while closing her eyes. "She won't be here until six." she replies.

I look at the clock and realize that's not until another three hours. I place my hand above her pantie line and glide my fingers one by one against her skin.

She turns to me and licks her lips before saying "No."

But we both know she means yes.

"I'm too tired to move." she protests.

I give her my nose crinkling smile to seal the deal."we don't have to go anywhere." I say as I gently push her against the couch and begin straddling her as I look down into those breath taking blue eyes with all the lust from between my thighs to the corner of my mouth as I place my tongue there.

"What are you waiting for." Her low soothing voice asks me before taking her bottom lip into her into her mouth then nibble on it.

"I'm am no longer waiting for anything because I got everything I ever wanted right here." I say with a smirk as I lean down to breathe in every inch of her.


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