Spencer Hastings makes shockingly bad choices. (ctrl_a) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-11-12 11:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, spencer hastings, toby cavanaugh |
Who: Spencer Hastings and Toby Cavanaugh
When: Halloween
Where: Toby’s place
What: Halloween Plot, kissing, feels
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Spencer wasn’t sure what it was. It wasn’t like being drunk, she knew what that felt like. And she was in full control of her senses, so she thought… maybe not. Maybe it was just getting worse as the night progressed? But all she knew was that she was giggly, she was happy, and she was doing what she wanted to do. She’d gone to see Emily’s mother, to “Trick or Treat” at her friend’s house (sort of a tradition, Spencer went to visit all her friends on Halloween, regardless as to whether they had plans together or not) and then turned to see Toby’s house just sitting next door.
She headed in that direction, walking with determination and a giddy smirk.
Toby hadn’t really felt anything strange. He’d done things that he hadn’t done before, but he thought maybe it was just a little bit of a confident streak. He’d come over to help pass out candy only to have his parents ask him to hold down the fort while they went to a party. He’d put on creepy music and ate a lot more candy than he passed out. Luckily his parents seemed to have bought a lot of candy.
He’d just gotten up to grab a drink when he noticed someone coming from Emily’s house. He couldn’t remember Emily saying she was coming over, but he also wouldn’t be surprised if she was stopping by just to say Happy Halloween. So he opened the door, “Sorry, we’re only giving candy to children,” he called out, something meant to be a teasing remark, but he felt stupid once he saw that it was not Emily. It was Spencer. “Hey, Spencer. Sorry. I thought you were Emily.”
Spencer was wearing a flapper dress with tassles, and some long strings of pearls. She’d done her hair and make-up in a nineteen twenties style, trying to look as flapper-ish as possible. But right now her mind wasn’t on her heels, her fishnets, or her black eyeliner. Her mind was on Toby and his absolutely amazing eyes. “Oh, should I leave, then?” She responded, raising an eyebrow. “Because I was hoping for something sweet.” She headed up the steps toward his front door. “What’re you supposed to be?”
Toby stared at her for a moment, unsure how to take that, but vaguely aware of her lips and her dress. What was he supposed to be? “Oh...no. You don’t have to leave. Come inside.” Why was he inviting her inside? Well, he definitely didn’t think he could explain it except that he wanted to her come inside, he wanted to be around her. “And I’m Festive Toby?” This was because he was just wearing a t-shirt that said “This is my halloween costume”. He’d been playing too much Avengers Academy. “I thought about going as someone in juvie hall or a zombie, but I decided against that. ...I like your costume.”
Spencer smirked a little as he sort of stumbled over his words. She followed him up to the house and into the living room. So this was Toby’s parents’ house. She’d seen it through the window sometimes when she came around to visit Emily, but hadn’t ever stepped in here. “Festive Toby, huh?” She said, turning around to walk backward and grin at him. “I like it. Better than zombie. So much make up.” And then she brightened, gave a little twist, and the frills on her dress bounced around playfully. “You like it? Think I should keep it in the act?”
This wasn’t like Spencer at all. The open fliration, the forwardness. It was strange.
It was pretty simple. Nothing flashy. Toby didn’t really mind it, though. The walls were neat and the paint spotless. The carpets were clean. Then again, they were cleaned well enough. Jenna’s mom tended to keep things clean. Unless they’d gotten a maid or something. He didn’t keep up with the particulars. “Festive Toby,” he agreed. It was a stupid costume. He was pretty sure that Spencer would think it was stupid, but that’s what he’d gone with. Now he had to live with it.
Only she complimented him on it, which confused him for a moment. But not less confusing than the fact that she was flirting with him. Definitely not less confusing than the fact that he wanted to flirt back. “Yeah. Definitely.” He gave her a smile. He couldn’t remember making the decision to smile, just that he’d thought that he wanted to and he did. “You definitely look good.”
Seriously, was there something in the air? Spencer could see and feel herself doing these things, but she never would have done them normally. She was fairly awkward around guys, and--okay, so that was a big, fat lie. Spencer was a flirt, and had made out with random strangers both up in Palo Alto, and when she’d arrived back down in Orange County. But this was… a little different. Random Strangers didn’t mean anything to her, and she found that Toby… well, he kinda did. For some inexplicable reason.
She turned around to smile at him, a bright grin that felt a little strange on her lips. “It feels better than it looks,” she said, and sauntered a couple of steps over to him. Close. She wanted to be close.
Toby had no idea how he was supposed to take the comment about how it felt. He wanted it to mean that he could see how it felt for reasons he couldn’t even understand. When she walked closer, he found himself moving closer, too. He had no idea why he was doing any of this, just the knowledge that he was moving forward. It was followed shortly by the knowledge that he was putting his hands on her hips. “I see what you mean.”
Spencer felt her heart quicken as she stepped even closer. The warmth of his hands on her hips was welcome and surprisingly comforting. She’d expected it to feel exciting or make her giddy… but it was more comfortable. More calming. Suddenly, she felt right. Like this was home. Any other day it might have been terrifying, but in the moment with the flirting and the smirking and the shimmy of the tassels on her dress it was fine. Felt good. She brought her own hands up to rest on his biceps, looking up into those amazingly blue eyes. “You enjoying the whole experience, then?”
Toby didn’t even know how to explain what he was feeling. Some surprise, but he liked it. He wondered if this was going to end up weird later, but at the moment it didn’t feel weird. It felt nice. Her hands on his arms wasn’t a terrible thing to have to deal with either. “Yeah. I think I am. Are you?”
“Mmmhmm.” Spencer said, and found herself slowly swaying one side to the other. As if slow dancing to a song only she could hear. She took another step closer to him, pressing her body against his chest and turned to rest her head on his shoulder. “It just keeps getting better and better.” Cuddled in close against him, she could smell his musky scent, feel his warmth through their clothes. And she did it because she wanted to--she wanted to be close to him. And all those little voices in her head that normally told her what was smart? They were all gone.
Toby couldn’t say he was exactly a dancer or someone who did much dancing, but he found himself swaying in time with Spencer. He was acutely aware of how close she was, but he was also happy that she was. His mind decided against trying to figure out the why behind it and focus on what was happening. His hands moved from her hips and he let his arms wrap around her. “I’m glad you came over,” he said after a moment. And he was. If she hadn’t none of this would have happened...as strange and unusual as this whole situation was.
“Yeah?” Spencer replied, lifting her head from his shoulder to look up at him. Those eyes were so intense. She was smiling softly, almost embarrassed about this whole thing. But when she saw those eyes, she couldn't help but want more. And she was having a really hard time curbing her impulses tonight. “I am, too.” At some point, they'd speed swaying. She went up on her toes to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.
“Yeah.” Ever since they’d started running into each other, Toby was aware of how pretty she was, but it had never really been something he focused on. She’d always been Emily’s friend, but now he wanted her to be more than Emily’s friend. It wasn’t really a new thought, but it was definitely new to act on it. Then she kissed him. It wasn’t much of a kiss, but it was more than he was expecting and he felt drawn toward her even more. He didn’t want to move too fast, but he turned his head just slightly to see if he couldn’t get another kiss.
Oh, he could get another kiss. Spencer just felt like she wanted one, so… she didn’t think about things. She just went for it. Toby was cute--he had great eyes, and nice hair--and his lips were soft and inviting. Spencer pressed her body against his, wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders, and kissed him with gusto.
Toby was having a good time. A surprisingly good time. The kiss was great. Okay, it was more than great. His fingers tangled in her hair as he kissed her. When he pulled back, his eyes stayed closed for a moment before he finally opened them. “I think I’ve wanted to do that since the first time we ran into each other. I mean...recently.” Because they’d run into each other a long time ago, but he’d never wanted to kiss her then. But now? Now, he was happy to kiss her.
“You mean… recently?” Spencer said back at him, teasing just a little. Her smirk was bright and amused. “You never wanted to kiss me before?” The words came out in a sing-song sort of voice, and she lifted a hand to brush some of her hair out of her eyes.
His gaze dropped. “Well, I didn’t really know you before. I’d seen you, but...you were Emily’s friend...so I guess I never really paid attention.” He shrugged at that. “You’re still Emily’s friend, but I guess I see you a little clearer. In a way that makes me want to kiss you. I still don’t know you as well as I’d like to. If that makes sense.”
Something twisted inside Spencer’s stomach. It was a very nice something, but it twisted nonetheless. She liked this guy. She really did. And she wanted to kiss him more. She wanted to do other things with him. As much as the impulse was there, and hey… what was stopping her from following it? Spencer Hastings felt a rush of something she didn’t often feel. Fear. She pulled out of his arms, suddenly, and gave him an apologetic look. Pained, even. Because she wanted to stay. She really did. “I have to go.”
Toby felt confused. He didn’t think he’d said something that he shouldn’t have, which left him at a loss for why Spencer was leaving. He’d opened his mouth to ask her, but instead, he said, “Yeah. Okay. That’s…” He frowned slightly. “Okay.” He bit down on his lower lip to keep from saying anymore.
Spencer knew that she was going to do bad things if she stayed. She tucked her hair behind her ears and headed for the door. “Sorry. I’ll just… it’s been nice. Really nice. I’ll see you later.” She gave him something of a smile, then let herself out the front door, not even pausing long enough to pull it closed behind her.
“Yeah. Okay. Sure.” Toby wasn’t sure what to think or what to say, but before he could think of anything, she was gone and the door was left open. So he closed it behind her, clearing his throat. He had no idea what to do now that she was gone, but he’d just keep passing out candy and go home.