A/N: Post-Mona Reveal, set shortly after the Season 2 finale. Toby is A, but thinks it's over. [In my world, he has no knowledge, at least at this point, of head A]. Spencer, according the series, knows that the team is bigger than Mona since the A Lair has been cleaned out after the masquerade. I'm thinking this will be a 3 chapter arc!
The days stretch on this time of year, lightened by the mid-May sunlight that seems to last and last. Winter had ended, both literally and figuratively. Her laughter was whole again, screeching out between refreshing blasts from the sprinklers as they darted in and out of the spray. School was out and he had some time off before his next project began. This was the blissful early summer release, doubly anticipated with the new knowledge that she was locked away.
A stab of guilt still struck at his conscience when he slowed down enough to think about it; he had forced her to promise no more secrets, yet his biggest one was still under wraps. How did the old adage go? What you don't know can't hurt you. Well with Mona out of his hair, he was content to uphold this version of the truth…he loved her and that was all that mattered.
Spent from their impromptu sprint through her yard's watering system, Spencer and Toby sought refuge under the covering of the wraparound veranda. Stretching out on the creaky wooden floorboards, they intertwined hands while lounging side by side, backs to the ground and eyes to the sky.
Completely satisfied to catch her breath and just bask in the presence of the boy she had missed so much in the weeks gone by, Spencer Hastings tasted sweet liberty in this moment. Maybe it wasn't all over, maybe some pieces of the puzzle still didn't fit into the overall picture, maybe…but for now, this was all she needed. Toby was back and her world was in Technicolor yet again.
Propping his head beneath his unoccupied hand, his hungry eyes swept over the sight of his girl, the one he loved with all that he had. Her chestnut curls spilling over freckled shoulders, long legs exposed to the slanting rays of the sun. Her slightly damp clothes, victims in their recent dash through the sprinklers, clung to her curves in a resounding invitation for his attention. She peeked up at him, her dark eyes questioning his gaze under full lashes. Unable to resist the temptation before him, Toby rolled over, applying delicious pressure to her body as he pressed his muscular frame against her much slimmer figure.
Her sharp inhale, coupled with the image of her eyelids sliding shut in expectation, only served to intensify his desires—ravenously stealing a kiss from her soft lips, he purposed to himself that he would never forget this feeling. Little did he know, the brunette beauty beneath him was making a similar oath to herself. Her hand skated up and down his wet t-shirt, finally settling for the strip of toned skin between the grey cotton hem and the waistband of his jeans. As her fingertips traced the ink that resided there, she hummed into his kiss, her mind imprinted with the assurance that they were free at last.
She intended to keep it that way.