Chapter 6: Tease Me

"Thank God it's Friday!" Hanna rejoiced, collapsing on the armchair beside Spencer's bed.

"Han?" Spencer peered up at her friend from her textbook. "It's Wednesday."

"What? Really?" Hanna bolted upright. "Ughh!" she groaned, flopping back against the cushion and grabbing a pillow to cover her face. The rest of what she said was muffled, and came out sounding like, "Dis oughtally uined my ay."

Spencer chuckled. "Don't you have work to do? I mean, exams are in a month…"

"Just because you start studying the first week in November doesn't mean I have to." Hanna replied, kicking off her Betsy Johnson heels and curling into a ball.

"Well, we are going to have hardly any time this weekend. Em flies in tomorrow and then we have Aria's engagement party on Saturday." Spencer sat up and closed her binder and textbook, sliding them into her messenger bag.

"Ugh, don't remind me. I still haven't found the right heels for my black Madden dress." Hanna groaned, her head falling back against the spine of the chair in exasperation.

Spencer chuckled and shook her head. Her phone rang and she promptly fished it out of her bag, sliding off the bed and approaching the dresser. "Hello?"

"Oh, yes, Ms. Juliet Capulet? Yes, I know that it could be unsafe for me to call this late, given my family's disposition, but I couldn't stop myself. I had to hear your voice." A familiar voice purred on the other line.

Spencer giggled. "Very funny, Toby."

"I thought this was assumed: I'm Romeo. Honestly, I'm a little hurt that you thought I was someone else." He said, his voice feigning hurt.

"Alright, Romeo, any particular reason why you interrupted my studying…I mean, having my measurements taken for my new gown?" Spencer played along.

"Well, I was hoping that you could sneak away to meet at my…balcony."

"Tob – Romeo, it's Wednesday. You know I have class tomorrow."

"Please, dear saint?"

Spencer sighed and peered over her shoulder at Hanna, who had, obviously heard a good half of the conversation, and was giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up, mouthing 'go!'

"Alright." Spencer decided. "I'll be there in ten."

"Pour something on the rocks, would ya, Romeo? Aria's engagement party is in three days and that's not even a fourth of the rest of the stuff I have to plan." Spencer said, flopping on Toby's sofa.

"Sure thing, Juliet." She heard the sound of him rummaging through the cabinets.

"So, did you make me come over here because you wanted a movie buddy, or did you just need me so bad that you couldn't help yourself?" Spencer teased.

"I'd say the second one." Toby settled down on the couch beside her, handing her her drink. "I mean, really, there's only so much of Spencer's Movie Commentary I can take." He teased.

Spencer rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her drink. "Shut up."

Toby chuckled and kissed her temple. He downed his shotglass within seconds and reached over to pluck her drink out of her hand.

"Hey, I'm not done!" Spencer protested.

"Yes, you are." He grinned and got to his feet, then stretched to grab her, hoisting her upwards and tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

"Hey!" She squealed, pounding her fists into his back. "Put me down!"

"Not a chance." Toby laughed as he carried her across his apartment to his bedroom at the end of the hall, dropping her onto his bed.

"This is totally unfair, and kidnapping, now that I think about it." Spencer started as Toby knelt before her sweeping her hair off one shoulder onto the other, letting his lips caress her throat. "And it's really horrible, seeing how much pressure I've been…" She tired, but trailed off as his tongue snaked out and touched the hollow space above her collarbone.

"You were saying?" He breathed against her skin, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"Toby…" She murmured breathily. "I need to focus…"

"No, you don't." He disagreed, his lips moving southward, his fingers reaching up to pull the neck of her top down further, exposing more skin. "Spencer, you've been stressed to no end for weeks. At least let me enjoy you for tonight. Before the weekend gets hectic."

"Fine." She surrendered with a sigh, reaching up to grab fistfuls of his t-shirt, pulling him upward and back onto the mattress with her. "I probably need to forget for a bit. Have your way with me." She murmured tugging his t-shirt over his head.

"Gladly." He complied, shrugging it over his shoulders and pressing her back, deeper into the bed. He moved so that he was on all fours above her, before enveloping her lips with his own.

She sighed breathily, running her fingers down the hard, flat planes of his stomach, before latching onto the waistband of his jeans and jerking his downward towards her. He groaned and began to slide her top up, over her head, and then flung it somewhere in the room. She giggled softly as his lips returned to hers, and his fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, cursing when it stuck his fingertips. After a few tries – as it usually took this long – he got it, and she let him slip the straps off her shoulders. She then reached for him, pressing herself against him so that they were skin-on-skin, moaning when her bare breasts pressed against his chest. His tongue delved deeper into her mouth, and he groaned when she began to work on his belt buckle. Just as she pulled it through its loop, her jean pocket vibrated, causing her to yelp and push him off her, gasping for breath.

When she unearthed it from her jeans, she groaned, "God, Aria, I swear to God – " She pulled herself into a sitting position beside Toby, who was on his side, still catching his breath. "What?" She snapped into the receiver.

"Spencer! You have to get here – quick!" Aria sounded like she had been crying, her voice panicked. "It's Jason – he's in the hospital!"