“Ooh, I’ve wanted to see that for a while,” Anya said happily. They arrived at the secret entrance to HQ, and Anya pressed the required sections on the wall.
//is that ok
Spies One-On-One (Closed)
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(gives a look
What have I said about that?)
"Haven't you seen it yet?" Spencer asked as he led her to his room.
//okay okay ;P
“Nope. Haven’t been able to find time, what with the president-napping and all,” Anya smiled.
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(Lol.)
Spencer chuckled. "I suppose that's true. Well, you get to watch it tonight."
//XD
“I think the best part is that I get to watch it with you,” Anya said softly.
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Wrapping an arm around Anya's waist, Spencer softly kissed the top of her head. "I think so, too," he murmured.
//I SHIP IT
Anya subconciously leaned into him. It then occurred to her: “I think we passed the door,” she whispered.
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(Good. You should.)
Spencer laughed and turned around, pulling Anya with him. "That's okay. We just get to spend more time together."
//:P
“Works for me,” Anya smiled, her hair swishing and getting in her face. “Do you, by any chance, happen to have a hair tie?”
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Spencer gave her a strange look as he pulled his keys out and unlocked his door.
"Why would I, a man with short hair, have a hair tie?" he wondered.
“I mean, you are a spy. Hair ties are very useful for strangling people,” Anya said, only half-joking. “I’ll be fine.” She twisted her hair up into a bun but without a hair tie, like some talented people can do.
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(Lol. One of my friends can use a pen.)
"That is true, I suppose," Spencer admitted, nodding slowly. He opened the door, holding it for Anya.
//XD
“Thank you,” Anya smiled, walking through.
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Spencer closed the door and smiled at Anya. He spread his arms open wide.
"Welcome to the bachelor pad," he joked, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Do you plan on staying a bachelor forever?” Anya asked innocently, already exploring. She found a comfy spot on the couch and made herself a nest of pillows.
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"No, I'm not planning on that," Spencer laughed, following after Anya. He poked her 'nest', smirking at her. "How am I supposed to sit next to you if you're surrounded by pillows?"
“You can sit on the pillow,” Anya suggested. “But then you’d smoosh the pillow. Or you could move the pillow, but then I’d be obligated to smoosh your face.” She thought for a moment. “I suppose,” she sighed, “that I will have to move the pillow myself.” So she did.
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(The last line she said reminded me of Winnie the Pooh…)
Spencer chuckled and sat down beside her. He started the movie and put his arm around her.
//XD
Anya leaned her head on his shoulder. So far, the movie was pretty good.
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"Do you still want popcorn?" Spencer murmured in Anya's ear.
Anya could always eat food, but she didn’t want to move, and she didn’t want Spencer to move, either. “Nah, I’m good,” she whispered. Quieter, she added, “Stay here, okay?”
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"Gladly," Spencer whispered, pressing a light kiss to her head.
Anya nodded and continued watching the movie.
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Spencer pulled her a bit closer and rested his head on top of hers. His eyes started to droop toward the end of the movie, but he fought to keep awake.
Anya was very much entirely asleep by the time the Prince and Belle did the dramatic climax scene. She had piled pillows ontop of herself as a blanket.
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Spencer looked down at Anya and chuckled softly. He placed another kiss to the top of her head and, after standing, moved her to a more comfortable position. Her head now rested on a pillow, and he threw a blanket over her, removing all but one of the pillows from her grasp.
Anya mumbled something about, “My pillow go away,” in her sleep before rolling over and snoring softly.
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Spencer chuckled and wrote something down on a piece of paper. He set it where he thought Anya would see it, then went into his bedroom to sleep.
The note read:
Anya,
I hope you slept well. I went to my bedroom to sleep, feel free to come wake me up if you need anything.
Love,
Spencer
//lOVE :DDDDD
Anya pulled the blanket over her head and turned over so that her back was facing the couch back. She mumbled something like, “Pizza,” then continued slightly snoring.
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(I knew you'd get a kick out if that. Lol.
'Pizza'. XD dying)
Oh, look! It's magically the next morning! (4th wall? What 4th wall?)
Sunlight steamed through the windows into the eyes of both Spencer and Anya. Spencer groaned and buried his face in a pillow, not ready to face the day yet.