Author's Note: Ugh, I'm a bit lame. I never seem to post more than one fic per fandom, so sorry to all the people who read my stuff. However, I'm hoping to break the habit. Anywho, this is a Spoby fic, as they're my ultimate PLL otp. Hope you enjoy. By the way, I don't own pll or the likes.
After a year, he finally came back.
I remember the feeling of exhilaration as I saw his dingy old truck pull up to the aging Marshall-Cavanaugh home. Hell, I could even hear it stop, like it was on its last breath. It had been, of course, a noisy thing from the day I brought it to him, though. He'd very much taken care of my gift to him.
It took everything I had not to rush over to the house and return to him – and them some, it seemed, because I was out of my room and down the stairs in a heartbeat. I didn't even stop for shoes – not that I cared about that. Shoes were the last thing I had on my mind. I even shoved Melissa on my way, and we'd been in a truce for six months now.
I basically ran down the road. The sidewalk tried to burn the soles of my feet. I didn't care. It fetl like there were miles between us. It felt like I'd never reach him, like this was all a cruel, twisted dream and he would fade away as fast as he'd returned, with no explanation, no goodbye, no nothing.
Only, he was real. He was there. I could see him. I was a few yards from being able to touch him. Oh, how I ached to touch him, even just once more. I'd missed him, to say the least. Yearned for him, hated myself for him leaving, my lies abusing his love. Him gone was no longer for the best, though. Jenna had been taken down. Was that why he was back? Because she was gone?
It had to be. If we was going to come for me, it would have taken him less than a year. He probably didn't love me anymore. Going to him was probably pointless. He probably hated me by now.
I slowed as soon as he saw me, taking in the serious, grim look on his face. His body went stiff, and I froze. Oh, God. I was right. He hated me now. He didn't want to see me. I was getting in the way. I was ruining his day. I was unwanted. Oh, God, what had I gotten myself in to?
"T-toby," I managed to stammer, frozen mid-step. I look him over and oh, how similar he he was to before he left. The same beautiful, brilliant blue eyes and prominent cheekbones. The same intense stare, the same muscular arms and body. The same Toby. My Toby. Was my Toby. No longer is.
"Spencer," he responded in an unsure tone, and I watched him bit his lower lip. He didn't do that unless he was highly nervous. I was unnerving to him. Why hadn't I turned back when I still had the chance to?
"Toby,." I filled the last few steps between us, wrapping my arms tight around his waist. I reveled in the warmth of his body, burying my head in his chest and trying to remove all the space between us. After a moment, most likely of surprise, his arms snaked around my waist in return, squeezing me lightly and resting his chin on the top of my head.
"Toby, I'm so sorry, for ev-" I began to plea, my breath heavy and tears forming in the corners of my eyes. He cut me off, though, shushing me and he pushed me against the side of his truck. His hands moved to my hips, and he forced space between our bodies. "No," I begged, trying to pull him back flush against my body.
"Sopence," he whispered, not letting me have his body again. I looked up at him, my face a plea for the touch. His expression was a mix of happy and sad, but as soon as I stopped struggling, I watched the sad go away. He reached up and stroked my cheek with his thumb, sending an electric shock through my body with the touch. He didn't hate me. If he hated me, he wouldn't touch me, not like this. Not like he did when he loved me. God, I'd missed him.
"Relax," he said to me, pressing his lips to my forehead, "we've both made mistakes, so don't apologize." He looked down at me, still caressing my cheek, and in one spontaneous instant, I was kissing him. He pressed his body back against mine. I flung my arms around his neck, refusing to let him break our kiss. He was never ending this. He was never leaving again. I wouldn't let him.
After a moment, our tongues danced together. His one hand ran along my side, hitting sensitive spots, and the other stayed on my cheek, keeping me close. It was perfect, too perfect, and it seemed never-ending. It seemed like time had stopped, and there was just us. Just Toby and I, and eternal never-ending bliss because he loved me still and nothing could change that. I wouldn't let it. Couldn't let it. Refused to let it.
It seemed soon, too soon, though, before he pulled away. My hands fell from his head to loosely hanging around his neck. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I took a second to catch my breath, eying his chest, before I looked back at his beautiful face. He was wearing a devilish grin.
"Did you miss me or something?" He asked, returning the hand on my face to my side. No, I cried internally, don't stop touching me, please. I cocked my head to the side, pretending to contemplate for a second, and then shook my head.
"Or something. There are no words for how much I wanted to see you again, Toby." I went in for another kiss, but he pulled away. I naturally let out a small whine, causing the grin he wore to grow even bigger. He didn't respond, though. We stood three, body against body, eyes tuned in to only each other.
"Toby... I-I'm sorry about what happened... with Emily and Wren... It's just, I didn't want to see you hurt anymore and I panicked and then you left and it broke my heart even more than I'd already broken it, and then you didn't come back, and I was sure you hated me bu-"
"Spencer Hastings, I couldn't hate you even if I tried, and I did try. But you know what, I'm here now, and you won't be rid of me as easily as you were last time." With that, he kissed me again, and in that instant I could just feel that maybe, just maybe, things could be fine between us once again.
