a/n: TODAY IS PLL DAY! I can barely contain my excitement. Anyway, on to the story! I've been loving the reviews, you guys are amazing! Enjoy.

My dear, we still have everything

A single raindrop fell from the brooding sky and plopped onto Toby's arm. Talk about irony. He ignored it and continued pacing through the high grass that snaked between the cottage and its adjoining property. Spencer had tested his devotion many times before, making him crazy with her lies. Yet in all of her silent secrets and strained avoidances, she had never hurt him quite like this. This wasn't the product of some behind the scenes work of an unknown puppet master, cruelly pulling strings and calling shots. This was personal.

She had defaced his mother's grave, all he had left of her. She had vandalized his dead mother's memory. I'm sorry, Mom.

That thought startled Toby enough to halt his progress on the path he was wearing into the yard. He pictured his beautiful mother, her contagious smile and melodic voice. He had lost so much when she had passed, but did that excuse the man he had become? What would she think of her son now, a pitiful victim lurking in the shadows and deceiving the only one he loved?

And she would have adored Spencer. They would have been fast friends, bonding over coffee and crosswords. How he yearned to have her back, to have her meet his gorgeous and talented girlfriend.

Lightning flashed on the horizon and the rain quickened, but Toby was too consumed in thought to care. He recalled Spencer's battered tone as she called across her kitchen, catching him in his traitorous black hoodie. He relived the agony in her brown eyes, the sting of her slap. But instead of dealing with it, owning up to his actions and fighting for her, he had fled shamefully. If everything she had told him this weekend had been true, then the strong Spencer he knew had dissolved into a lonely, grieving, reckless shell of a person. He knew what that kind of desperation felt like, what it had driven him to do. How could he fault her for one destructive act when he had betrayed her with such ruthlessness? If it had not been for his own horrendous choices, Spencer would have never done such a thing.

Toby was soaked to the bone, the fury in his chest dissipating. Just as he decided to return to the house and find Spencer, a distant noise caught his attention. He almost dismissed it, but then it sounded again from afar. Pushing a piece of damp hair off of his forehead, Toby rounded the back end of the cottage and caught sight of a drenched Spencer halfway down the beach with her hands cupped around mouth.

"Toby? Toby!" she called dimly over the unbridled wind and waves. She wobbled precariously through the uneven sand.

His heart surged at the sight of her. He ran through the torrents of rain, shouting after her. "Spencer! Spencer, come back!"

She spun on her heels, her hair whipping around her face with another blast of wind. "I checked the front yard and you weren't there! I thought you might be out here and I didn't want you to—"

"It's okay, I'm right here," he interrupted her distraught words, placing steadying hands on her tiny waist. Her mocha eyes were huge with worry. Toby pulled her body flush against his and kissed her thoroughly. She eagerly met his mouth stride for stride, relief and desire coursing through her.

But then her guilt kicked in. "Wait. I don't deserve this, I—"

Toby kept her close, refusing to let her get far. "Fine, let's talk about what we deserve for a minute," he roared over the storm. "You know what I deserve? None of this! If I got what I deserved, I would be alone, still in Mona's claws, hating myself and missing you. But you forgave me. Now please shut up and let me forgive you."

He sucked on her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Spencer's hesitation melted along with her heart. She granted him permission, dueling with his mouth, never getting enough. Her fingers threaded themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck as one of his hands strayed up her ribcage.

Another crackle of thunder boomed from above, causing Spencer to jump, jolting her skull against his. Toby chuckled into her mouth. "Scaredy-cat," he muttered against her lips.

Before she could protest, Toby had hitched her upward, his solid arms holding her to him. She giggled, her legs automatically locking into place around his hips as he began to carry her through the rain. Spencer buried her head into the crook of his shoulder, leaving small pecks on his slippery skin. He bounded up the back steps and pushed open the sliding door, both of them laughing and breathless.

Toby set her down gingerly and smoothed back the hair that was plastered to the sides of her face. Spencer watched him intently, shuddering at the icy chill of her skin and the racing pulse of her lust. His waterlogged V-neck was stretched provocatively over his taut muscles and his blue eyes were even more piercing than usual. Little did she know, Toby was having similar thoughts, his longing spurred on by the way her sweater was sliding off of her shoulder to reveal the creamy white skin beneath.

"We should probably dry off." He heard the words and recognized them as his own, yet Toby made no move to follow through with what he had said.

Spencer inched closer, sure of what she wanted. Her hands played with the hem of his shirt for a moment, then she yanked the fabric upward, revealing his impressive set of abs. "Yes, we should dry off. Let me help you with this shirt."

His eyes slid shut at Spencer's touch and the husky quality of her voice. Toby willingly obeyed, raising his arms as she removed the article of clothing and let it drop to the floor. Her hands danced over his exposed skin, her palms mapping out familiar territory. She kissed his collarbone, sending shockwaves through him as her warm mouth marked his cool skin. Snapping out of his Spencer-induced trance, Toby decided to step up to the plate.

"Well I can't let you catch a cold, Spence. Better get rid of that wet sweater." The flirting lilt of his voice made her smirk. He quickly wiped that expression off, though, as his hands slid underneath her shirt and found her lacy bra. Taking pride in her affected moan at his caress, Toby dipped his hands back to the sweater's hem and lifted it over her head, tossing it away.

She already missed his touch. Pulling him towards her with her fingers wound through the belt loops of his damp jeans, Spencer initiated another kiss. Toby toyed with the strap of her black bra, gliding his fingers along the delicate material. Her arms circled his neck, bringing their bodies even closer so that their torsos were fused. He deepened the kiss, his tongue finding its way into her mouth. Spencer's hips rocked forward in response, producing a loud groan from Toby.

He needed more. His hands shifted, grabbing at her waist and hoisting her onto the kitchen island with ease. Toby stepped between her legs and Spencer quickly adjusted, rejoining their mouths and wrapping her long legs around him. She relished the feel of his lips beneath hers, a position she rarely found herself in. With her hands on either side of his face, Spencer murmured "I love you" into the kiss. She felt his smile rather than saw it. Toby pulled away long enough to press three small kisses into her hairline.

"I love you, too." His lips were back on hers, spelling out his feelings with something much more moving than letters or words. She felt his hands on her spine, her shoulders, her hair. Toby bit down lightly on her lower lip, utterly lost in her. Spencer gasped deliciously, goose bumps breaking out all over. She scooted nearer, feeling hot and cold and alive.

Toby's resolve was rapidly breaking. He found her hands with his and held them still, craning his head back microscopically to see her.

A thick pause passed between them. The room was silent save for the dripping of their clothes and their heavy breathing. Spencer's dark eyes were unwavering, communicating a message to Toby that he had seen before. An inaudible understanding was forged, but he couldn't help but ask—"You're sure?"

She kissed the indent on his chin. "Yes. If you'll still have me."

"For the rest of my life."

With that, he lifted her off of the counter and carried her up the steps.