Author's Note: Did someone order Chapter One with extra fluffy Spoby?
I'm so cheesy, but you guys are going to love me after this chapter.
I hope.
Chapter One
Spencer laughed as Toby dragged her down the hall to their room. They were both wearing the biggest smiles on their faces.
As soon as they were both in the room, Spencer tossed her clutch onto the bed, and felt her lips press onto Toby's in an instant. She involuntarily moaned as she felt her back press against the door, shutting it. Her heart raced as she felt Toby's hand on her cheek, the other pressed against the door, trapping her right in front of him.
"Give me five minutes?" she asked, biting her lip.
Though Toby didn't want to, it was impossible to resist anything Spencer had to say. He sighed and nodded. "Don't keep me waiting too long, Spence," he teased.
She watched him walk into the main of the room, her legs going numb. She wasn't sure what exactly it was…maybe his flirty nature, or how he called her "Spence", or just how he was so…Toby. She let out a tiny sigh as she walked into the bathroom, removing her makeup and letting her hair out of its high ponytail. Even without her makeup, she felt so beautiful. It was likely because of Toby. She ran the brush through her hair, then brushing her teeth before she walked back out. Before she even got a second to walk into the room, she felt herself being lifted off the ground and tossed over Toby's shoulder. She yelped, but couldn't contain her laughter.
"What was that?" she asked through her laughter.
"You were taking way too long," he teased.
She pulled him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer to her. "Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" she asked teasingly, her lips fractions of a centimeter away from his.
"Maybe. But I think you have some making up to do."
She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, leaning back onto the bed and kissing him. As she went back for a second round of kisses, Toby turned his head so she ended up kissing him on the cheek. She frowned.
"Don't you want me?" she asked innocently, her bottom lip sticking out.
He laughed at how cute Spencer looked at that moment. He touched her cheek gently with his thumb. "Of course, I want you."
Spencer felt her heart flutter a little in her chest.
"But are you sure you're ready?" he asked with concern.
She paused for a moment before nodding. She wrapped her arms around his neck, getting very close to his face again. "Remember what I told you seven months ago? After we played that game of Scrabble in Aria's apartment, babysitting Cassidy? About how I wanted you to help me forget about Andrew and all that crap I had to deal with? I want you to erase all the pain," she said, leaning into a kiss.
"Well, I think that might have been those six or seven glasses of wine you had talking," he teased.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm trying so hard to be romantic. You are not helping right now," she responded with a playful smile.
"Are you sure, Spencer?" Toby asked again.
She nodded. "I've never been surer about anything. I want you to make love to me, Toby," she said softly. Her large brown eyes were filled with emotion, pleading. "Please, Toby. I want to be with you in every which way."
For a moment, Toby felt bad that Spencer felt as though she had to beg him for this. He was extremely attracted to her. She was gorgeous. He met her lips in response. He pulled away before it could grow heated, looking her in the eyes. "I don't have anything," he informed her.
"I'm on the pill," she insisted. She pulled him closer.
Since when is she on the pill? She continued to kiss him. He couldn't recall a single instance which he ever saw Spencer taking birth control, and he had stayed over her apartment a lot in the last few weeks.
Toby's thoughts were silenced as Spencer kissed him more passionately, as though she was demanding something. Spencer smirked as she pulled away from him.
"What? Are you nervous someone's going to barge in? Lucky for us, Hanna isn't here, and Emily is hardly the type. And I chained the door," she teased before kissing him again. Her smirk faded. "Or do you not want to be with me?"
He shook his head incessantly. "No. I would love to be with you in that way," he responded, running his hand up her arm. "I don't want you to regret it afterwards," he insisted.
She scoffed. "Please. I've been dreaming about it since we started having sleepovers. Do you know how tempting it is when you're lying down next to me in only your boxers and I'm lying down next to you in only your shirts?" she questioned. "I've been—"
She was cut off by a deep, passionate kiss from Toby. She began running her fingers through his hair.
"You talk way too much sometimes, Spencer," he insisted before kissing her again.
She pulled away this time. "Did I mention that you make me feel stupid sometimes, I'm so love struck?"
He nodded before kissing her again. "All the time. Not as much as I mention how gorgeous you are. Spencer, you're so beautiful."
"Okay, Romeo, could you please just shut up and kiss me?" she demanded playfully.
He nodded, happy to comply with her demands. She pushed her back down into the large, plush pillows adorning the King-sized bed while kissing her. Her hand travelled down to the hem of his shirt, teasing him slowly as she touched his side so gently, pushing his dress shirt up and untucking it. His hands roamed from her cheek down the zipper, but not unzipping the dress.
"You're such a tease."
"So are you, Juliet."
She rolled her eyes and continued to kiss him. She unbuttoned his shirt quickly, desperate for the feel of his skin against hers. He proceeded to unzip the back of her dress, touching the bare skin on her back. She shivered at the contact. She felt chills go from his fingertips up and down her spine. The chills only increased as he began to place tender kisses from her jaw to her earlobe to the base of her neck. She bit her lip, trying to avoid any embarrassing moans or involuntary whimpers. She tried to steady her unstable hands so she could remove his shirt. She kissed him as she finally tossed it aside. She also began to pull up his wife beater (and was so mesmerized by him that she didn't even make a mental note to question that name). Toby slowly pulled off her dress and tossed it mindlessly on the floor. Spencer watched the red chiffon land on the floor beside his white dress shirt and added his undershirt to it. Toby watched her examine it.
Spencer pecked him sweetly on the lips. She played with his hands; they were large in hers.
It was as though Toby could read her mind. She was almost asking him to touch her, to come closer. He pressed his lips against hers, holding her closer to him. Spencer's hands travelled down to the waist of his pants, unbuckling his belt in haste. Toby practically kicked off his pants. Spencer slid under the sheets. She smirked, as if she were daring him to come closer.
Toby smiled and got under the sheets with Spencer. He had one hand on her waist, the other playing with the strap of her bra. She was wearing a black and red lace bra and black lace boyshorts. Toby was wearing black boxers.
Toby couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she looked. She almost looked like an angel, wrapped in white sheets. Her hair was spilling out onto the bed, and she was looking at him with lust-filled brown eyes. Her lips were stained red from the bright lipstick she was wearing that day. Her eyelashes looked long, and Toby's heart swelled at her brilliant smile that she was using on him.
He was broken out of his reverie by Spencer pulling him by the waistband of his boxers. She brought him closer to her. Her hands were on either side of his face, her thumb stroking his cheekbone. "Make love to me, Toby," she repeated, her voice soft, yet seductive in an odd way. She bit her lip.
Toby pulled her closer to him, kissing her with as much fervor and love as he could muster.
Spencer laughed when the kiss was over, inching away from him for a second, so they were only connected by their hands, which were still intertwined together. "Call me crazy, but I'd say that you're happy to see me," she teased.
Toby was glad that it was somewhat dark in their room, since he felt a bit of color rise to his cheeks. He came up with a witty comeback, a trait of Spencer's that had rubbed off on him in the last months they were dating. "Just for that, Spencer Hastings, I'll get you back," he threatened.
She shook her head, kissing him aggressively. He ran his fingers roughly through her chocolate-colored curls, and she relished the feel of his bare skin making contact against hers. She clung onto him as he kissed her jaw. Her lips were right next to his ear.
"Toby…I'm ready," she whispered quietly.
Spencer rolled over, the light blinding her as she opened her eyes. She sighed, then groaned at the brightness. She rolled back over, finally realizing that Toby was grasping onto her. Their legs were intertwined, both of them completely naked and covered only by the snow-white sheets on the bed. She snuggled back into his embrace, liking the contact and the warmth. She could feel his hot skin on hers, and she smiled.
The smile faded when she felt him move. She looked up, seeing Toby (unfortunately in his boxers now) walk across the room to get something. She frowned at the loss of contact.
She closed her eyes again, trying to find some sleep, but couldn't. Her eyes finally fluttered open when she began to hear clicks. After hearing three or four, she looked up. Toby was standing there, a grin on his face, as he held up his camera to take picture of Spencer. She sat up abruptly, pulling the sheets over her chest.
"Toby! What are you doing?"
Ever since Spencer had gotten Toby a vintage camera for his birthday a month ago, he had obsessively been taking pictures of his favorite subject—her. He took pictures of her whenever given the opportunity.
"Just taking pictures of the most beautiful subject ever," he teased as he took another picture. She rolled her eyes.
"Toby! I haven't even brushed my hair yet. I'm naked. I think in the eyes of the law, this could be considered pornography." Spencer knew this was likely a lie, but was hoping that he bought it.
He shook his head, but placed his camera down.
"Why did you get up this morning? I miss lying next to you," Spencer complained with a pout as she reached over and put Toby's dress shirt from the previous night onto her small figure.
"This is going to sound really weird, but you look really good in my shirt," he commented flirtatiously.
Spencer allowed Toby to pull her closer to him. She rested her head on his chest.
"I need to tell you something, Toby," she said, her eyes closing as she listened to his heartbeat.
He was the slightest bit concerned, but simply asked, "What?"
"I love you, so, so much," she said. It was barely audible, like a faint whisper. Toby's heart melted a little. He already knew he could be hers, forever.
Toby's thumb made circles on the small of Spencer's back. "My heart is already yours, Spence," he replied, almost making a promise to her. "It will be, forever," he promised.
She smiled as she hugged him. "Thank you for last night. You were gentle and…it was amazing," she said, a blush creeping onto her face.
He brushed some stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I like waking up to you in my arms. Which is why I have to ask you something, Spencer," he began seriously. Spencer began to feel little butterflies. "I know it may be kind of soon and we've only been dating for seven months, but…will you move in with me?" he asked.
Spencer was a little taken aback. That wasn't what she was expecting to hear from him. She was excited. Why was she so tongue-tied? She smiled. "I want to wake up every morning to your face and your blue eyes," she answered. She kissed him, bringing them both down on the pillows. One peck turned into two or three gentle kisses. Toby's phone rang and Spencer groaned.
"It's probably Tiffany. I made her promise she'd call me as soon as she got to Miami," Toby said before getting up to answer the phone.
Spencer realized something as she watched Toby pace back and forth, speaking to Tiffany. She knew something she didn't know before she met him.
She knew what love felt like.
And there you have it. You can tag your review with #SpobySex if this scene was up to your liking. I personally liked it, but I'm a creep.
dreamcatch3r: I'm glad that you like this story so far (though the prologue was like barely 400 words, so I don't even know how anyone likes it that much yet), and I'm really glad that the prologue left you wondering. It's supposed to.
Guest (Annabelle): Hey, it's you! I'm so glad you continued with me on this journey and that you like it so far. And really, I should be thanking you and all of my other awesome readers for permitting me to write a sequel.
LynnLayne18: I don't know if you've noticed this (I've mentioned it like two or three times only in my "career" here on fanfiction), but I like writing my stories in three parts. And in this story, since I've already blueprinted it, things change between each of the three parts. The beginning of each part is kind of like a fresh start and a new conflict (if that makes any sense), so the song's title symbolizes a lot in this story.
spoby equals awesomeness: aww, thank you. And here's the update! I really hope you liked it (since I think you were kind of adamant that you wanted "it" to happen.
Spobyforever259: I don't know...I'm a little nervous about letting down my reviewers. I mean, I consider Begin Again a really big success and I don't want to jinx myself by saying this is going to be bigger and better. I made a lot of tension the last story. But I'll cross my fingers that I can form another good (hopefully interesting) story.
Sylviecake231: Hmm...I don't know...Spencer really could've been talking about anyone, I suppose...It could always be Toby she's talking about when she says "ex-fiancé". If time permits me (and my brain), I would like to extend this into a trilogy...that would certainly be an interesting set-up for the third story...hmm...
Okay, now that I'm done being a creepster, I have a SERIOUS dilemma. My drama/chorus teacher has been seriously haranguing me about joining the school's production of "Lucky Stiff". I really didn't want to do it, but know I'm kind of interested. But I don't want to spend a bunch of time someplace I ain't appreciated, so I don't know what to do. I mean, I don't really want to sway in the background having the teacher barking at me whilst he's kissing the stars' feet.
Ugh, so conflicted! If you have advice, PLEASE give it to me, because callbacks are on Tuesday (for some reason he put me on the callbacks list even though I didn't go to the original audition...I'm that good, lol, jk). But really, I need advice. Someone please help the poor Kayson. -The Poor Kayson