Masky's P.O.V:
Toby has been awfully sweet these last two days.
"Masky?" He said softly, I looked up from my paperwork to see him with his arms held close to his chest, the pup circling his feet. I let out a small 'hmm?' and began to fiddle around with the pen. "W-What would you l-like for your birthda-ay?" I smiled and filled in the next line,
"You don't have to do anything. Just keep it to yourself, I'm not bothered." He frowned and let out a sigh. "But," I continued, "If you do want to make a deal of it..." Toby looked up quickly, locking eyes with me and giving me his attention. "I'd quite like something... Special." He cocked his head,
"Special?" I could feel the tug of my lips as they curled into a smirk.
"Yeah..." I started, putting the paper to the side and leaning up slightly, "Something special. I'd love it. It'd make the best present ever."
Toby's P.O.V:
Finally catching on I felt my cheeks heat up, my gaze averting to the floor.
"U-Uh... Well..." He grinned, brushing his lips along my neck until he reached my ear,
"You'd do that for me, wouldn't you baby?" I nodded, twitching and trying to form a sentence.
"Y-Ye-eah... I-I-" He cut me off with a hungry kiss, pulling me onto his lap and beginning to move his hands across my back, I let out a quiet moan. He leaned back and was just about to pull me down when
"AGH!" He shielded his face as Lyra pounced on him, biting his nose and hitting him with her paws. I let out a laugh,
"Is someone jealous?"
