After making you guys wait a century, I finally updated!

The hours ticked by on the clock in the living room. Toby was seated on the couch trying to focus on the paperwork laid out on the coffee table. He looked up and watched Spencer in the kitchen. She's waiting on the water to boil to make tea. The tea kettle began to whistle. Spencer turned off the burner and poured the steaming water into the mug. After waiting a minute or two, she took the tea bag out of the water then tossed it in the garbage. Toby began picking at the dirt underneath his fingernails and sighed.

"So, you knew Emily."

Spencer looked up from her cup, "what?"

"Emily," he said. "You've met her once before."

"Well," Spencer came over with her cup full of tea. "We had one encounter, but no, I did not know who she was. She saw me walking alongside the road, picked me up, gave me a ride to a nearby diner, and she gave me money. After that, I never saw or heard from her ever again. That was until the other night."

"That's what she told me."

"Are you mad?"

"No," he said after a beat of silence. "I'm just upset with myself."

She turned towards him, "why?"

He folded his hands in his lap, "I don't know. Maybe if I went home with Emily I would've been there. I feel like I missed a chance to save myself another year of misery without you. Maybe if I was there, I could've convinced you to come home."

"I was a very stubborn person back then, Toby."

"What do you mean was?" He teased.

She smiled, "my point being, I don't think you would've convinced me to come home. As much as I trusted you and knew you just wanted to keep me safe, I don't think I would've done it."

"You're really scared of this guy, aren't you?"

She nodded, "yeah, I am."

Toby stared down at the paperwork he had been working on for sometime now. The world outside the window is dark. He just now realized how late it was getting. He looked up just in time to see Spencer yawn. Her eyes look a little droopy, like she can barely manage to keep them open.

"Are you tired?"

"Oh, no," she shook her head. "I'm fine."

She yawned once more. He couldn't help himself from chuckling.

"You're tired."

She gave him a look, "please, don't start treating me like a child."

"I wouldn't have to if you'd stop acting like one when they say they're not tired, but they really are."

"I just yawned, " she argued. "I'm not even that tired."

"You yawned twice in the last minute."

"So?"

"So," Toby mocked her tone, before switching to kind and firm. "You're tired."

"I'm not…"

Spence was cut off from her words by another big yawn. This one caused her eyes to water and her nose to twitch. Toby gave her another knowing look.

"Okay, fine," she admitted defeat. "I'm tired, but I don't know if I could get to sleep even if I wanted to."

"We'll just have to try."

Toby picked up Spencer's empty tea cup and gestured with his head towards the bed. She slapped her hands on the couch, got up, and walked into the bedroom. Toby chuckled when he heard her cursing under her breath. She kept saying things like, "jerk, ass, I'm not a child." Toby walked into the kitchen and began rinsing out the cup Spencer. He flipped the switch down and turned off the lights in the kitchen.

When he walked into his room, he saw Spencer pulling one of his shirts down over her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, so he caught a brief glance of her back dimples and smooth peach skin. Spencer flipped her long brown hair back and turned to find Toby looking at her. He just now noticed that she wasn't wearing pants, so her long, skinny legs bared themselves to his eyes. He shouldn't be surprised by this. She's worn his shirts before and gone to bed like that. There's just something about this night that makes her look different.

"I know what you're thinking," Spencer smirked. ""Better wipe those thoughts from your mind, Cavanaugh."

"I wasn't thinking anything," he said, turning his head away, but his mind was still on,

"Mhmm," she nodded and her smirk grew.

She finished applying chapstick on her already smooth, pink lips. Then, she began stalking towards him. With that same smirk on her face, her arms came up to wrap around his neck and she brought her lips dangerously close to his. Toby could smell the mint scent from her mouthwash. He restrained himself from closing the gape between them. He knew very well that this was Spencer being a tease. She circle around him and had her arms wrapped around him from behind.

"You may be saying one thing," she whispered into his ear. "But your face eyes and face are telling me a completely different story."

He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't get a word out. His mouth suddenly went dry and his heart skipped a beat when Spencer pressed her lips into the back of his neck. She moved her lips over an inch, pressing it against the warm tan skin on the back of his neck. His pants all of a sudden felt too tight. Don't even think about it, Toby. Spencer kissed the back of his neck again. She's making him crazy. She moved around to face him. Right when he moved into kiss her, she put her hands on her chest, and smirked.

"Too bad for you because I'm just too tired."

Spencer dropped her arms from around his neck and began walking away from him. He could see the smirk growing on her lips. She's such a tease. What happened to the little girl he used to know? The girl he used to see as his best friend. Now, she's causing his heart to skip beats and his pants to feel small on him. Toby walked over to her and turned her around. She looked at him with amusement at first, but that quickly vanished when she saw the look in his eyes. He wasn't looking at her like some horndog who just broke free from his leash. He looked at her as if he was looking up at a skyful of stars. Her expression softened. She no longer had that teasing look in her eyes. Instead, she got lost in Toby's sea-green/blue eyes.

Toby caressed his thumb against her soft cheek and tilted her head up. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her soft and slow. Normally, when one of them kisses the other, it takes awhile for the other person to respond. Not this time. The second she felt Toby's lips touch hers, she slid her hand up to his face and kissed him. Spencer parted his lips with her tongue and battled with his own. His arms slid down her body and she felt herself be lifted off the ground. Her arms flew over his shoulders and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their lips never parted once from the walk from the dresser over to Toby's bed.

Spencer was laid back on the bed and Toby followed in suit with her. Her fingers got lost in his hair, his hands moved up and down her body. Spencer broke the kiss long enough to pull Toby's shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor. The glimpse of his abs caused her to pause for a minute. Her hand moved from his face, down his neck, and over his toned features. Toby watched her exploring his body with her hands. It was in that moment Toby wondered just how far Spencer wanted to go. They never really talked about what they were. They've just kissed a few times. Before he could ask the question, Spencer beat him to it.

"What is this?" She whispered, finally looking to meet his eyes.

He spoke between breaths, "I don't know," he admitted.

"Are we..?"

Again he answered with, "I don't know. What do you think this is?"

"I don't know," she replied quietly.

"Well," he breathed. "What do you want this to be?"

She moved her hands back up her body, and stopped at his shoulders. She wrapped her arms around him and said.

"I want this."

"You want what?" Toby asked. He moved away from her. "What is it that you want? Is this just something that you want to happen once?"

Spencer sat up and brushed the hair out of her face, "I wasn't sure what I wanted before, but now I do know. I was thinking that maybe we could try this couple thing, but I'm afraid that I'll be bad at it."

He kissed her softly, "I already love you for who you are. As far as being a couple goes, all it is is us being together, trusting each other, and protecting one another. That shouldn't be too hard for us. I mean we've been doing that pretty much our whole lives."

"I know, but I'm still scared."

"I know you're scared and I'm scared too, but we won't know how this thing between will work out if we don't give it a shot, right?"

"Right," she nodded.

"And you know we don't have to do anything right away," Toby said. "Just because you jumped into a relationship with me right now, you don't have to jump into anything you're not ready for."

"I know," she smiled softly. "And I wasn't I just really like it when you have your shirt off."

It took Toby a minute to remember that he was indeed shirtless. Spencer had taken his shirt off during their intense makeout.

"Are you ready for bed now?"

"Yes."

"Okay," he moved himself off the bed so he could pull the covers down. Spencer crawled up the bed and got underneath the blankets. Toby crawled in beside her and waited for her to cuddle against him just like she did most every night. Only this time, it felt different. Maybe it's because they just declared themselves an official couple. He switched off the light on his bedside table, rewrapped his arm around Spencer then went to sleep.

Toby let a heavy sigh as he shut the hot water in the shower off. He pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out on the bathmat. While he was getting dressed in the bathroom, he could smell something cooking in the kitchen. His hair was still dripping wet, so he grabbed a towel before running out.

At the head of the stove, Spencer stood in his shirt flipping pancakes. They're six strips of perfectly cooked bacon laid out on a sheet of paper towel. There are already four pancakes stacked up on a plate. Two mugs of coffee are sitting on the table along with two glasses of orange juice. Spencer even cut some apples and put the slices in a bowl for the table.

"Oh, hi," she turned and caught him standing by the table. "Um, I made breakfast. Pancakes are still your favorite, right?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "That's funny, I don't remember calling in for room service."

Spencer smiled and flopped two more pancakes onto the plate, "I just wanted to cook breakfast for my boyfriend before he has to go do work. Is that such a terrible thing?"

"No, not at all. I was just planning on making you breakfast this morning."

"Toby, you've been making breakfast for me for the last week in a half. Basically, the whole time that I've been here. Now, it's my turn. Now, park it and eat, Cavanaugh."

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, reaching for the newspaper before taking a seat. "I'm starting to think you're coming off as the bossy girlfriend."

She laughed while carrying the plates of pancakes and bacon over to the table. He watched her sit down and start out by taking two pancakes. He did the same.

"I'm not bossy," she said, just when he thought the matter was dropped.

"Oh," he smiled. "Yes, you are."

"It's not being bossy if you care enough that your boyfriend eats the breakfast that his girlfriend just made for him. A breakfast that she worked hard on to make."

"Girlfriend," he chuckled while poking at his pancakes with his fork. "I like the way that sounds. You know, you calling yourself my girlfriend."

"Well, that's usually how a girl addresses herself to the boy she kisses."

"Well, if that's the case," he started. "That would mean you were my girlfriend back when you were fourteen."

"That was different."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Sure it was."

"Just eat your flapjacks."

"See," he laughed. "Bossy."

"One more remark and I'm sending you to your room without breakfast," she teased.

They laughed once again and went on eating their breakfast. At 9:45, Toby had to get dressed and ready himself for work. Emily, Aria, and Hanna would be coming over to hangout with Spencer later, so she won't be alone most of the day.

"I'll be home at 5 this evening," he said.

"Okay."

"Don't worry about cooking dinner," he said. "I'll take care of that."

"But you'll be at work all day and be tired when you get home."

He put his hands over her shoulders, "I'll take care of dinner tonight."

"Fine," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "And say I'm the bossy one."

He smiled before leaning in and pressing a tender kiss on her lips.

"I'll see you later," he said.

"Okay, have a good day."

He kissed her once more before grabbing his bag off the island. She sent him a smile while watching him walk out the door. The girls won't be here until 10:30, so Spencer has a little time to herself. Now would be a good time to take a shower and change into something other than Toby's shirt. Although, she is pretty comfy and she totally looks better in it than Toby.

Since I kept you guys waiting for a long time, I made this chapter all Spoby. There will be more Spoby fluff next chapter and more of Spencer bonding with the girls. Thanks for taking the time to read this chapter. Please, remember to leave a review.