Wild, Thing.

GUGU MBATHA-RAW AND OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN as Sophie and James in SURFACE (1.06)

"what are we gonna do when i agree to having a little fun with you and you can't handle it, hm?" question was posed playfully, an attempt to assess the waters as she entered the other's personal space, fingers reaching to tilt up her chin.

"....um, and who says i can't handle it?" she gives the other girl a wide eyed stare, but the smirk on her lips echoes a sentiment a little less innocent. she's surprised when six tilts her chin up, but she likes it, the small brush of her fingers feels like pop rocks on her skin. "i think you'd be surprised at what i could handle--"

spencer exhales in disappointment, head canting to one side as his eyes are cast downwards. the shake of his head is slow, but it's so much easier to not dwell on why he's not particularly fond of adam and instead on this new development of sorts. thinking about lola having feelings for him is about as distracting as it gets. his brows furrow and he doesn't answer the question, figuring it'd been more rhetorical than requiring him to insist. the look in his eye is enough. as she elaborates, he notes the way that she doesn't even glance at her phone. right now he's more important than him. that's what it tells him, that maybe he's been in his own mind overlooking what's been staring him right in the fucking face. despite the way he holds himself, trying to project the confidence that everyone expects of him, it's only now that he realises how passive and shy he's been about his own feelings, especially when it comes to lola. "it's not irrelevant." he argues, but his voice is soft and his expression changes to something like awe as he watches her quite literally turn her phone off all together. spencer takes half a step towards her, clenching his jaw as he wrestles with the weight of what exactly he's meant to say. "what am i supposed to say? do you want the specifics? you want me to go into every single detail, every little way where he doesn't even remotely live up to what you deserve?" his breath catches in his throat and his gaze softens as he stares at her. "or is it that you want me to tell you that i'm jealous?"

"it's very irrelevant. you can't have been avoiding me for weeks because of a crush you just found out about--" his jaw tics, and her frustation dissolves into something less flamable, softens until it's concern and worry, and discomfort. she's never been good at being vulnerable, it feels a little bit like ants underneath her skin. disconcerting. she tilts her head when he speaks, her brow furrows in confusion. "i didn't know you felt that way about him--enough to have a list." she answers quietly. she'd thought she understood what was happening, had pegged it down to testosterone, bizzare best friend possessiveness (she's read about it, apparently, it's a thing), or discordant personalities. but the more spencer speaks, the more disoriented she feels. they're close enough now, that she can make out the different flecks of green in his eyes and her eyes slip to his mouth for a half second before holding his gaze again. "spencer..." she bites her bottom lip, and exhales slowly. she's been here before, half convinced spencer was about to kiss her, but he never did. they never crossed that line and she'd convinced herself that her crush was a thing that needed burying. after all, everyone had a crush on him-- it was fully possible it was some kind of right of passage, that her feelings were nothing but that. but now, her clear cut certainty feels a little fuzzier, a little more dangerous and something akin to hope stirs in her gut the longer he looks at her, and she hates herself for being so quick to fall for it. spencer looks at her with soft eyes, and she just folds. it's embarrassing. "i just want the truth, okay? whatever it is. because you, avoiding me like this? i hate it. i hate not seeing you. i hate not talking to you--it fucking sucks so-- tell me how to fix it."

“…and if i recall,” he continues, his smile only growing, “i told you that you were gonna be in big trouble if you touched those fries before i got here.” his knee slides farther between her thighs, gently coaxing them wider apart as he settles closer. “so…” his voice drops, playful but laced with promise. “how would you like your punishment? with or without your panties on?” one brow arches, the grin twisting into something far more mischievous. his lips find hers, hovering just a breath away, teasing instead of stealing the kiss. “personally” he murmurs, “i vote the panties stay on.” his eyes flick down to her mouth before meeting hers again. “but i guess i’ll let the lady have her say.”

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