One of my ed Sheehan one-shots// spoby 7x18. I will be adding in some dialogue during the sex scene and add on to the end of the night to the point where Spencer leaves. And warning Marline wasn't kidding when she said HBO type sex scenes were gonna be involved. And I wasn't just gonna take that out because I'm HORRIBLE at writing smut. So I'm sorry that the sex scene is literally gonna be so horrible but I'm going to try my hardest to make it good.
I took a deep breath, deciding if I really should do what I was about to do. I could just hop back into my car and drive far, far away from here, away from him. But it isn't that simple. You can't run away from someone you love.
Finally I got the courage to knock. It was quite, but loud enough for him to hear. The door quickly swung open and his face was confused.
"Spencer." He said, the confusion on his face was replaced with a grin.
"Hi."
"What are you doing here." He asked.
"You invited me, remember." My cheeks flushed pink and that embarrassed feeling took over my stomach.
"Oh yeah," he said. "I guess I did. Well come in." He said opening the door wider.
"Thanks." I whispered walking into the living room.
"I figured you'd be in Rosewood, keeping tabs on Tanner's case." I swallowed a lump into throat. Little does he know this might be my last night with him in years.
"Yeah, what's going to happen is going to happen." I said hopeless. After all, hope does breed eternal misery.
"That doesn't sound like the Spencer I know." I turned around "Well surprise."
//AN: sorry if that's not what she said I didn't really understand what she said exactly but it was something like that!//
He raised his hands as if he were surrendering, a small smile creeped up on my face.
"May I?" I said slowly shrugging off my coat.
"Of course."
I grabbed his half full beer bottle, took a swing, and plopped down on the couch. "The whole drive up, I thought about staying on the road. Just following it, someplace else."
"And why didn't you?" He said, a hint of concern filled his voice.
"Hmm." I said as I took another swing of the beer and handed it to Toby. "You know what it's like to be the outsider."
He took the glass bottle from me and finally sat down. "I do."
"Have to move from friends and family." I said quietly.
"Yeah," he said facing towards me, placing his arm on the back of the couch. "It's the worse. I wouldn't wish it on anyone." I sighed. How was. Toby, so pure, innocent, so selfless. I placed my arm up my his, leaning my head against it.
