A/N: Short chapter, but I had to get it out before the week gets crazy! Enjoy!

CHAPTER SIX

Spencer awoke the next morning to aches in muscles she didn't realize she had. It was the pleasant kind of pain though - the sort that proves how passionate the night before was. It had been a blur of flesh and sheets and intensity. Toby's eyes burning into her own would be an image that would forever be etched into her brain, causing her nerve-endings to tremble each time she recalled it.

"You are so beautiful," he had murmured over and over again, leaving trails of kisses all over her body. She loved the way his glistening chest had seemed to sparkle throughout the night, as if emphasizing his truly Adonis figure. She couldn't recall how many times they had made love, as all the sessions ran together as one, comprehensive living fantasy.

She smiled at the thought and snuggled her face closer into his chest, planting soft kisses where her mouth rested. Both were still completely nude, her comforter having been pushed away and forgotten long into the wee hours of the morning. She began gently trailing her fingertips along his side, amazed at how genuinely beautiful every inch of him was.

He stirred in slight. She hesitantly looked toward his face, wondering if her touch had awoken him. His eyelids fluttered open, and his gaze went immediately to her.

"Morning," she murmured, knowing the idiotic grin on her face could not be hidden.

"Mmm," he mumbled with a smile, using the arm that was pinned beneath her body to softly tousle her hair. "Best morning ever."

She giggled quietly.

"Cold," Toby whispered suddenly, sleepily looking around for the covers. Spencer took it upon herself to reach around him and pull them back over.

"Better?"

"Mmm," he repeated serenely, pulling her closer.

"Last night was beautiful," she began seriously, propping herself up on her elbows. "I can't believe we waited so long to do that."

He chuckled, tracing indiscriminate figures along her back with his fingertips. "It wasn't by choice, let me assure you."

She scoffed good-naturedly. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

He turned to face her, a mischievous smile grazing his lips. "Well...had we not spent the last two years apart..."

Spencer's mouth fell agape in mock indignation. "I'll have you know, Mr. Cavanaugh," she began flirtatiously, "that the best things in life are worth the wait."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he retorted jokingly.

Spencer sat up defensively, grabbing a pillow and using it to smack him in the face.

"Hey, hey!" he protested laughingly, taking the pillow and tossing it behind himself, forgotten. In retaliation, he rolled over and pinned her on her back, holding both of her arms steadily in place.

"Let me go," she giggled, though she did nothing to prevent the secretly arousing wrestling match.

He studied her face carefully, smiling as he did so. The way her hair fell in rivulets along the bed gave her the illusion of a delicate goddess.

"You're beautiful," he murmured. In response, she raised her lips to his, meeting them in a gentle and affectionate kiss. It was a different sort than the longing tonsil hockey they had played the night before; this was the pillow-talk kind, the sweet and sleepy post-romp declaration of love. He gently slid one hand below her neck, creating a head rest upon which to raise her face closer to his.

"Spencer, I'm back!"

Before Spencer could properly react, her bedroom door was being thrown open.

"Oh, my God," Hanna screamed.

Toby hastily rolled off of Spencer, being sure that both were properly covered. Spencer held the blanket protectively over her chest.

"Hanna - what's - OH, MY GOD." Caleb had walked up behind her, and instantly leapt backwards, covering his eyes. Hanna seemed to be reacting much more slowly, standing agape in the doorway.

"Oh, my God," she repeated.

"Are you done yet?" Spencer hissed, feeling outrageously irritated at Hanna's negligence of her privacy. But how was she to know that Spencer had company, after all?

Hanna was inappropriately staring at Toby's muscular chest, as if still in shock. This didn't go unnoticed by Spencer, who began hastily grabbing the clothes that were within reach of her blanketed refuge.

Caleb was still standing beside her, one hand covering his eyes, shifting his weight uncomfortably.

"Caleb," Toby greeted uncertainly.

"I would say it's nice to see you again, Toby," Caleb began, "but I'm not sure this was the way to do it."

"Agreed."

"OKAY, ARE WE DONE HAVING THIS INCREDIBLY AWKWARD REUNION?" Spencer practically shrieked.

Hanna seemed to finally shake herself free of her shock, shaking her head as if to awaken herself. "Sorry!" She stepped away and slammed the door.

Toby and Spencer sat there for a moment, digesting what had happened. When they turned to look at each other, they both burst out in laughter.

"The look on Caleb's face...priceless," Toby declared through staggered breaths of mirth.

"We should get dressed and go out there," Spencer reasoned, still giggling. She was reaching over for Toby's pants and boxers; unfortunately his shirt was still somewhere in the living room.

"You're probably right."

Spencer gingerly stepped out of bed, approaching her dresser for a fresh outfit. Toby admired her naked body from his position on the bed, smiling to himself. She had the perfect figure.

"What are your plans for the day?" he inquired, hoping he was not moving things too fast.

She looked at him over her shoulder as she was fastening her bra and smiled. "Nothing...yet."

He grinned in response, pulling his boxers back on. "My army buddies and I are having a party tonight. Just the small kind," he began, standing and making his way over to her. She now had jeans on, and was still searching for a shirt she liked enough to wear. He slipped arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I'd like you to come. Hanna and Caleb too, if they'd like."

She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'd love to meet them," she murmured, planting a short kiss on his lips. "Let me finish getting dressed real quick."

Toby mockingly groaned in annoyance, pulling on his jeans. "If you say so...But I like this view better."

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and at last selected a simple Rosewood Lacrosse t-shirt, pulling it over her head and flinging her hair out of the collar. Toby sat on the bed, still unable to avert his eyes from her. She slowly approached him, taking both of his hands in her own and swinging their arms gently. "I love you."

"I love you too," he agreed, smiling. "Let's go make sure Hanna and Caleb haven't gauged their eyes out."

TO BE CONTINUED