I completely forgot about disclaimers in this story, so here's one: I do not own Pretty Little Liars!
Mature content ahead. Please read at your own discretion. 18+
Chapter Four: Not a Good Idea
"Scott, this is my fault," Toby quickly said, laying his hands out with his palms up. "Please don't blame Spencer. It won't happen again."
Scott eyed us both with consideration. "Look, I know you kids have history and I know it must be strange reuniting like this but this is a place of business and you have to treat it as such. Is that clear?" he asked gruffly.
Toby and Spencer nodded fervently. "It won't happen again, Sir," Spencer said seriously.
"Alright then. Toby, we have a Jeep that needs new shocks and tires coming in ten," Scott said.
"Got it, boss," Toby replied.
"Hey, we need to talk," Spencer whispered fiercely as Scott disappeared into the shop.
"Later, I promise," Toby nodded, looking like that was the last thing he wanted. Spencer sighed and went back to her post behind the desk, her head reeling.
I don't have time for this kind of drama. First some half-crazed woman comes in here, she knows my name, and Toby acts as if she's carrying the plague. Then he kisses me like it hasn't been almost three years since the last time our lips touched. Spencer thought irritably. The phone rang, so she set aside her inner rant for the moment.
It turned out to be a very busy day for Spencer and it was a relief when it was finally 6 o'clock and time to close up shop. "So, how did you like your first day on the job?" Scott inquired as Spencer was tidying up her work area.
Spencer smiled, hoping she didn't look as tired as she felt. "I liked it a lot! Thanks again for the opportunity." The two exchanged goodbyes and then only Toby and Spencer were left in the building. Spencer found Toby under a Cadillac in the shop area. His long, muscular legs and that strip of skin between his waistband and his t-shirt were the only things that were visible. Spencer's cheeks flushed at the memory of their kiss, but she quickly shook it off. "Stop trying to avoid me, Toby," She said.
Toby slid out from underneath the car slowly. There was a smear of grease across his cheek and Spencer couldn't help but giggle. "What?" Toby demanded, standing up and wiping his hands on his already dirty jeans.
"You've got grease on your face," Spencer grinned. Toby rolled his eyes but smiled as he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, revealing hard abs and that defined v-line. Spencer looked away as he finished wiping his face and looked back at her.
"Let's call it a night, shall we?" he said, grabbing his keys off a table.
"Not so fast!" Spencer snapped, sliding in front of her ex as he tried to sidle past her. "You have explaining to do."
Toby sighed. "It's a long story, and I'd really like to take a shower. I only live 5 minutes away; why don't we talk at my place?"
Spencer maintained a neutral expression but was screaming inside. Not a good idea!
Toby wasn't fooled, however. "Nice try, Spence, but I know that look. I'm not some dastardly villain twirling his mustache as I plot your demise, you know."
Spencer couldn't help the burst of laughter that tore from her mouth. "Ugh, I hate you," she groaned, but her smile said otherwise. "Let's go."
Spencer followed Toby's truck, the truck she had bought him all those years ago, to a modest residential area. Toby pulled into the short driveway of a small, modest house and she parked her car on the side of the road. Once inside, Toby offered Spencer a seat on the couch while he took a quick shower. To distract herself from thinking about a naked and wet Toby, Spencer decided to poke around a bit.
His small home was tidy and sparsely furnished, with minimal decorations. A framed photograph on his bookshelf caught her eye, and she walked over to it, her eyes growing wider and wider as she got closer to it. With trembling hands, she picked it up. It was a photograph of him and her, a candid that Aria had taken of them when they were all snowed in on Christmas at Spencer's house. Spencer was standing behind Toby's wheelchair, her arms draped around his broad shoulders and her cheek resting on the top of his head. He seemed to be in the middle of a sentence. Spencer remembered telling Aria that it was the best candid she'd ever seen.
"Why does he still have a photo of us up?" Spencer murmured to herself, her heart beating fast. She set the frame down carefully and when she turned around, squeaked in surprise. Toby was standing in the doorway, watching her with his arms crossed over his chest. His hair was wet and slicked back from his face, and he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Spencer tried to speak but her voice was raspy. She cleared her throat and then said, "That was fast."
"I told you I'd be quick," Toby said with a careful smile. He knew she had saw the photo. Spencer forced herself to smile brightly.
"So, shall we talk?"
Toby went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Want anything to drink?"
"A glass of wine would be nice," Spencer admitted. She would just have a few sips to calm her nerves. This whole situation was turning her into a jittery mess.
Toby came back with two glasses of red wine. Spencer took a slow sip. "Delicious," she commented.
They looked at each other for a moment.
"Toby, you-"
"Spencer, I-"
They laughed as they both tried to speak at the same time.
"Andrea is my ex girlfriend. We met in Rosewood and we dated for about 6 months; just broke up a month or so ago." Toby blurted.
Spencer was quiet as she looked at Toby expectantly.
He sighed and got up to pace. "I really liked her, but we wanted different things."
"Like what?" Spencer asked. He was probably ready to start a family and settle down and she wasn't. The thought made her uncomfortable for some reason.
"She was ready for… more. I wasn't," Toby said, facing Spencer and putting his hands in his pockets. Spencer couldn't help the way her eyes went wide and her jaw went slack.
"Why not? I thought that's what you wanted." she said.
Toby turned away and ran his hands through his hair. He let out a shaky breath.
Spencer got up and laid a hand on his back. "Toby?" she said softly.
"That is what I want. But not with her," Toby replied without turning. Spencer let her hand fall as she swallowed noisily. What did he mean?
"Anyway," Toby continued without turning, "When I told her we should end things, she became… obsessive. She'd call and text me constantly, and she even followed me here to D.C. I think she needs some serious psychiatric help."
Since Toby wasn't turning around, Spencer walked around to his front. "How did she know who I was? Why did she call me… 'your Spencer'?"
"When we were still together, she asked me about my prior relationships. I didn't tell her about any of the Jenna stuff, I mean it's so messed up, you know? But of course I told her about you. That you were my first love and all," Toby explained.
"After that, she became kind of obsessed with you. She would always ask me if I had spoken with you and details about our relationship and break up. She even showed up at my carpentry shop one day dressed in an outfit that you were wearing in the yearbook from your senior year. It was so preppy academia that it was scary," Toby smiled.
Spencer slapped his arm. "I do not dress preppy academia!"
Toby grinned but kept talking. "It wasn't long after that she told me she was in love with me and ready for marriage. Even without all the crazy stuff, I didn't feel the same way about her. So I ended it. About two weeks later, she's still calling and texting and following me, and I get the call from Scott. I come here and the next day she's on my doorstep. I kinda… snapped. I didn't hit her or anything, but I said some pretty mean stuff. I think what we saw today is my fault. I shouldn't have been so hard on her."
Spencer was overwhelmed. "No, don't blame yourself. It sounds like she's suffering from mental illness. That's not your fault," she said. Toby sat down on the couch and drank from his glass. Spencer joined him and did the same. They sipped in silence for a few minutes.
"Well, I guess I should be getting home. We've got work in the morning," Spencer said, setting down her glass.
Toby noticed that she had made no move to stand up and bit back a smile. Maybe she was as happy to be around him again as he was her.
Spencer looked back over at the photograph on the bookshelf, and back at him. Her brown eyes were alight with curiosity. Toby blushed and shrugged. Spencer tilted her head to the side, a few strands of wavy hair escaping from her twist. "Toby," she pushed. She was so beautiful, so sexy. He loved her so much, and would love her until the day he died. Maybe she didn't feel the same, but he couldn't hold back any longer. From the moment he had saw her in his place of work after more than two years, he had known that it couldn't be just coincidence.
He surged forward and kissed her.
Spencer was surprised at the intense reaction she had to him. Maybe it was the wine and maybe it wasn't, but she couldn't help but pull him onto her and clutch at his wet hair as his warm lips devoured hers. He was everywhere, hovering over her, his warm breath tickling her skin as he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck. His rough, calloused hand slid up her bare leg and under her skirt, molding itself around her bottom. You shouldn't be doing this, she thought to herself even as she pushed her hands up and under his shirt greedily.
Toby nibbled on her earlobe where she was so sensitive and she couldn't help but moan. "There will never be anyone else for me, whether you like it or not. You don't have to love me back, but you can't stop me from loving you," Toby said into her ear. Spencer froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She was hot and wet and aching for his touch, and his words had cooled her fire instantly.
"I'm sorry," Toby apologized, dropping his head into the crook of her neck. His wet hair tickled her skin.
I have ambitions and dreams. Spencer told herself. But Toby was once one of them.
Toby seemed to know her thoughts. "I'm not asking anything of you, Spence. I was just answering that question you had in your eyes. About the picture." He moved off of her, and sat back. She sat up, her eyes instantly noticing the hard bulge of his manhood through his sweats. When her eyes went to his, he looked so hungry for her that she closed her eyes and let her head fall back so that she wouldn't have to look at him. Damn it.
"Can I ask something of you?" Spencer finally rasped, not opening her eyes.
"Anything," Toby murmured.
Spencer didn't know how to say it, so she just was honest. Her eyes were still shut, her head still leaning against the arm of the couch. "I haven't been fucked since we broke up."
He was on her before she could open her eyes.
They kissed and touched roughly, their clothes falling away quickly. He was so hard, so muscular, so much more than she remembered. His mouth on her breasts was hot as he kissed and licked. Starved for intimacy but too afraid to let anything distract her from school, Spencer hadn't let anything with anyone else go this far. But then again, she hadn't once desired anyone like she desired Toby.
She bit back a scream as he plunged a finger, then two, into the aching wetness of her core. He continued his wet assault on her breasts, and hummed with appreciation at the sounds she made, causing vibrations across her skin. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, at his back as he hovered over her. Everything about this was perfect, was home.
Then his phone rang loudly. Spencer sat up, pulling her knees to her chest as he pulled his pants on and picked up the phone. She noticed the unfamiliar name and that the photo on the caller ID was a pretty, light-skinned black woman with a brilliant, wide smile. Toby looked at Spencer from under his brows, as if to gauge her expression. He tapped 'decline.'
"Who's Yvonne?" Spencer inquired softly.
This isn't the first sexual scene I've ever written, but it is the first one I've ever shared. I hope it didn't suck too bad. Please review :)
