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"Good," Spencer sighed with a nod, satisfied by her answer. He smiled at her a bit. "Remind me never to use that thing again."
Spies One-On-One (Closed)
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“Duly noted,” Anya said, nodding her head slightly. “Are you really dizzy? I’m really dizzy.”
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"No, I'm not. We should probably get you out of this thing," Spencer said, gesturing to the piece on her head.
“Yeah,” Anya breathed. “Good idea.” She pulled the electrodes off of her head and then took off the helmet.
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Spencer offered her his hand with a warm smile. "We might have to take you to get checked out if you don't get better…"
Anya took his hand. “I’ll be fine.” She leaned on him to get off of the Framework board. After her feet were firmly on the ground, she pressed a hand to his chest. “You’re okay, right?” she whispered. “Promise me you’re okay.”
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Spencer's gaze softened as he smiled down at Anya, and he lifted his free hand to cup her cheek.
"I'm okay. Promise," he murmured before kissing her gently.
Anya held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling back and pressing her forehead to his. “Okay.” She inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Okay.”
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"Do you want to go back to your room and get some rest?" Spencer asked, unmoving.
Anya shook her head. “No, I’m okay.”
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Spencer rubbed her cheek gently with his thumb. "You're sure?"
“Yeah,” Anya said, nodding as though to reassure herself. “Yeah, I’ll be okay.”
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"Good," Spencer murmured before pecking her lips. "What do you want to do next, then?"
Anya dragged her eyes from Spencer’s chest— There should be a bullet hole, thank God there’s not a bullet hole— to his face. “Food. Food helps everything.”
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Spencer's lips lifted in a grin. "I'm with you on that one. I think I have a chocolate cake mix somewhere, if you want to try making that with me."
“Yes!” Anya said, pumping her fist. “Chocolate cake is amazing.”
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Spencer laughed. "All right, then. Let's go bake a cake!"
//time skip?
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(Sure. To when they're eating or finishing baking the cake, maybe.)
//yeah, either one would work
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(Lol. I thought you were going to start…)
//me?
I’m terrible at life.
Very much terrible.
… can you start plez :)
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(Oof, fine. Lol.)
Spencer stuck a toothpick into the cake and smiled when it came out clean.
"It's cooled down enough!" he declared, cutting into it.
“Yay!” Anya smiled, also taking a slice.
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"Should we sit at the table? Or the couch?" Spencer asked as he put a huge slice onto a plate.
“Tables are overrated,” Anya grinned, following Spencer’s lead, plus getting a fork. She walked over to the couch and sat down. “Couches are better.”
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"So true," Spencer agreed with a grin as he sat at the couch as well.
“Plus, there are cushions,” Anya added, taking a big bite of her cake. After chewing and swallowing because manners, she said, “We are really good at baking cakes.”
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"We work well together," Spencer said with a wink as he took a bite. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over their laps, careful to keep it out of the cake.
Anya managed to burrow under the blanket and a pile of pillows without disrupting her cake. “How is your couch so much more comfortable than mine?”