A/N: Hey guys! Two chapters within two days? A miracle (lol)!Here it is...*drumroll* the Spoby sex scene! I hope it didn't get toooo racy lol

And a special shoutout to PeaceLoveMaheen because she is helping me so much with continuing Beautiful Disaster, and she's an absolutely amazing writer :) Love you!

Disclaimer: If I owned PLL, Spoby would have sex, like now, instead of in fricking Season 3!

Spencer POV

Spencer sighed heavily as she sat on the end of the ratty bed, twisting her fingers together. After she and Toby had realized that they basically abandoned their friends to Alison, the haunted eyes of the building seemed to glare at them until they couldn't take it anymore. they ran back to under the light of a streetlamp to take inventory.

After combing the area they found Toby's beaten up wallet, which had fallen out of his back pocket while running. Together they had around 625 dollars, give or take a couple cents. They also had Spencer's bag, which held four outfits for Spencer pajamas, toothbrush and toothpaste, one mascara wand, a blanket, a brush, her ipod and a tiny little charger for it, and a notepad. Toby only had the one outfit he came in, and nothing else.

The first thing they had done- after they got this cheap room at the run-down Starlings Motel- was buy him a set of pajamas to wear. And now they were here.

Spencer heard the shower water stop and soon Toby appeared through the washroom doorway. He had changed into his new pajamas, which were blue and green patterned with a white T-shirt. Toweling his hair dry, he motioned towards the bathroom. "Your turn Spence."

She nodded slightly, standing up to rummage through her things for her sleepwear. But after a few minutes of looking she realized that her black shirt was missing.

"Where did it go?" She sighed in exasperation, throwing her third pair of jeans onto the bed. "I could've sworn I packed it!"

"Here." She turned around and Toby tossed a baby blue piece of clothing at her. She turned it around, noticing it was his shirt from earlier.

"I washed it earlier, you know, at the laundromat. So its clean." He explained, the right corner of his mouth tugging upwards.

"Thank you." She thanked him quietly, and slipped into the bathroom.

In the shower she decided to make the water warmer, but it still didn't change her thoughts of earlier events. She grabbed the porcelain knob and twisted it roughly to the right, raising the temperature. The water that fell scalded her skin, letting her brain forget, even just for a couple minutes.

When she got out of her shower and toweled her hair dry,she slowly slipped on Toby's soft blue shirt that still smelled exactly like him-her most favorite smell in the world-, and her worn pajama bottoms.

She opened the bathroom door to see Toby relaxing on the bed and holding the TV remote. He kept switching channels until he came across an old episode of Jeopardy playing on the slightly blurry screen and set the remote down onto the ground. When he saw her standing there watching him, he smiled gently and opened his arms to her. She sank down into his warm embrace and they watched in comfortable silence as Rosie, John, and Paul tried their hardest to win the cash prize.

"Toby?" She asked slowly after a while.

"Yeah?" He answered, shifting his arms a little around her.

"Can I," she started to ask, "play you something? On my ipod? I swear it's worth your time."

He moved his head and she could tell he was giving her a look. She usually didn't ask to do things, she just did them. "Sure." His arms relaxed to let her get up as he watched her curiously from the bed.

She pulled out her tiny ipod touch and used the scroll furiously to find the song she was looking for. It started playing out loud after she increased the volume and she set it next to her and Toby on the bedspread. The guitar plucked a few strings, and then the singer's voice joined the harmony.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help

Falling in love

With you...

"Spencer," Toby stated, "it's beautiful."

She turned to face him, widening her eyes. "You don't think it's cheesy?"

Their breaths mixed together as their eyes met seriously. "Not cheesy, not even one bit." He responded softly, giving her a half smile.

She hardly had to lean to plant a soft, wanting kiss on his lips. He kissed her back, urging the kiss to become harder and passionate. She accepted his wordless challenge, moving her right hand to his neck and slipping it under his white shirt as her tongue darted out-teasing him.

He groaned as he kept kissing her, and let his hands graze her hips. She started to pull at his shirt, wanting it off him. He broke away from the kiss and studied her, his blue eyes sure of himself, but questioning her.

"Are you sure?" He whispered lovingly, and she nodded her head. Her hands grasped and pulled at his top again and this time he complied.

Her breath caught in her throat as she traced her pointer finger over and along his muscles and scars, the ones he had gotten when he had rushed to her rescue. They stood out starkly against his tan abdominals, like silvery red strands, but they seemed somehow beautiful to her.

Their lips connected again, and she let his hands curl underneath the bottom of her own shirt and lift it up, and up over her head until both of their chests and scars were bared for the other to see. She pressed her body and lips to his, wanting to get even closer, to heighten the feeling.

His hands rubbed gentle circles around her shoulder blades that sent fireworks straight through to her heart. Soon his pants were falling under her efforts, and he tugged the waistband of her bottoms down too. Toby kicked his clothing off and she mimicked him, doing the same. He paused and pulled away for a moment as they both panted hard, his eyes appraising her.

"You're beautiful." He breathed, raising his eyes from her body to her face. He didn't see her scars as a deformity either.

"Well," Spencer replied, tilting her head coyly to the right as her chest rose and fell, "you're not too bad yourself."

His mouth spread wide over his teeth as it attacked hers again, and she kissed him back urgently. Both of them were completely ready, and they wanted it. He backed her down onto the soft bed as his hands and lips and body went to work.

She let out a lust-filled gasp as he slowly moved into her, fisting his hair in her hands and trailing kisses over his collarbone. The feeling was still unbelievable. Every nerve in her body trembled and shook as he continued his rhythm, pushing her farther and closer towards the edge, the pressure building in her lower stomach. It seemed to last hours- and at the same time just seconds as she raked her short, chipped nails down his smooth back.

This is what it feels like to really love someone,- she thought hazily before his quickening movements wiped all thoughts from her mind. As their lips connected harder and their tongues battled for dominance, she finally felt the pressure inside of her break fully loose and cried his name out loudly. Toby slowly pulled out of her and held her to his chest gently, his touch and heartbeat rocking her to sleep on the covers of the motel bed. She knew that there were no words that could ever explain how she felt then except that she felt safe, and utterly loved.

So take, my hand

And take my whole life too

Because, I can't help

Falling in love

With you...

A/N: So tell me, how'd I do? I have NEVER written a scene like this before in my life, so I'd like to know what you think! ;) Review for more, and I'll see you guys soon!