Fic: Decisions Made (PLL)
So let me preface this with why this story came to be: The writers of Pretty Little Liar have all but shut the door in the face of Toby and Emily fans. They are being very stubborn in their pursuit of Maya and Emily which would be fine if they had any chemistry, connection or bond between them. They don't. Emily and Maya is a forced couple that from what I can see isn't at all popular...or isn't as popular as Toby and Emily. I really have no problem with them continuing the storyline if it actually worked. It doesn't work. It's nuts. So while on the fanforum board, us T/E-ers were talking and the thought of them having a baby was thrown around in a joking manner. I tried to follow that train when writing the story, but couldn't. It turned serious very quickly, I'm determined however to write a silly story though, so keep your eyes open for that. *laughing* In the meantime I present:
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Title: Decisions Made
Fandom: Pretty Little Liars
Couple: Toby and Emily
Spoilers: Nope
Rating: ...PG-13...maybe
Warnings: Eh, none that I can think of
Feedback: PLEASE!
Author's Notes: This was supposed to be a funny story...it didn't work. This is an actually plot driven-ish tale of Toby/Emily. I really do hope that you aren't disappointed. I figure with the serious one out of the way, I can be silly now...
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were Toby and Emily would be on the road to happytown and Maya would be on the road to Out-of-there-ville. * grin *
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Looking back on it, I knew exactly when I made my decision to be with him.
It wasn't hard. Which was nice because so many of my decisions lately had been. It was a soft realization. Quietly singing to me in the loudness of my life. Maybe that's why I didn't hear it at first. It wasn't screaming, demanding attention. He wasn't waving his arms, trying to force me into something I wasn't ready for. I wasn't used to that. I've never had anyone in my life not try and shove their wants on me.
When it happened...The moment was right. It was perfect and sweet. A kiss in the rain. Running through the woods, trying to find shelter. Hand in hand. Skin to skin. Him connected to me. The cabin, hidden away from the world, became our safe place. The windows were broken in the frames. Time had worn down the wood, coloring it from vibrant brown to a dull gray. The door was slightly askew, not quite closed, open just for us. Like someone knew we would need this place on that day. My heart skipped a beat once he pried it completely open and held it for me. My smile was shaky, but sincere as I walked through the door. My arms wrapped around me, rubbing the chill from my body. I licked my lips, tasting the rain as it cleansed the world.
Toby walked in behind me, his arms joining mine. Our hands brushed. Fingers touching briefly. My breath hitched in my throat. And that's when I knew something was different and my decision was made. I spun in his arms, pressing my hands against his wet shirt, looking at where I was touching him. Hard muscles moved under my palms and my fingers curled into the material. The seconds passed with neither of us moving an inch. At long last, his hands slid up my arms to grip the back of my head. His thumbs brushed against my cheeks. I closed my eyes and tilted my head up. I wanted to taste him again. I wanted to have his mouth pressed to mine. I wanted...
His lips were chapped from the wind and wet from the rain. Our mouths opened, taking the kiss deeper. His tongue touched mine. Fireworks. I saw them, felt them. Toby was gentle. Slowly pulling me under a current of desire. One kiss led to two then more. Each becoming more intense. My need to be closer became greater. I leaned up on the tips of my toes, pushing my body more firmly into his. My hands left his shirt to curl into the wet strands of his hair, holding his head so that the kiss would never end.
Only the need for air forced me to part with him. We looked into each others eyes. His the bluest I've ever seen. Words never spoken in them. Love. Want. Need. I saw them all. The quiet emotion that had been drowned out for so long, finally became louder. And it was epic. We are epic. I wanted to cry. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to have him hold me until everything made sense like this moment did. I took a step back and took a deep breath. He has always let me make the moves. Waiting for a sign before acting. I was going to give him that sign. And I knew it was going to be okay.
The moment I knew. It was when I looked into his eyes.
His blue eyes. That's why I fell in his arms that night. Those eyes that seemed to shine even in the darkest of moments. It was dark now. A was still around. Maya pressed me to be something I wasn't ready to be. She wouldn't let me move at my own pace. My world felt so cold. So dark and scary. Not with him though. I felt safe with him. Slowly I pulled the hair tie out of my hair and dropped it to the floor. I toed off my shoes, leaving me barefoot. He watched me, silently. I heart pounded in my chest as I lifted my shirt. He rushed over and took my hands in his, stopping me.
“Be sure,” he whispered. “Please be sure you want this.”
Any doubt I might have had disappeared. Because his hands shook. Because his voice was strained. Because he wanted me, but was willing to stop this from happening if I wasn't ready. It was at that precise moment I knew I was. Taking his right hand, I pressed the palm to my lips and kissed it. “I'm sure.” My gaze never left his. My voice didn't waver. I was at peace. I was exactly where I wanted to be. “I'm sure,” I repeated against his lips before stealing them in another kiss.
He inhale sharply and slipped his hands under the hem of my shirt. I started shaking as his fingers glided along my skin. His fingertips were a bit rough from working with his hands and I relished the feeling of them on me. My shirt slowly began to rise, exposing me more and more to the coolness of the room, but I wasn't cold. I was hot. Burning. His gentle caresses sent streaks of fire wherever he touched. I hissed into his mouth, nipping at his lip. Finally we had to stop kissing so he could remove my shirt completely. The t-shirt hit the floor in a wet heap at our feet. He stared at me. His breathing coming faster. I did that and I took pride in the fact that I turned him on. He wasted no time in removing his shirt and tossing it to the ground next to mine. It was my turn to look now. Tone chest, defined abs, strong arms... I reached out to touch him, sliding my hand along his upper body. His head dropped to my shoulder, kissing and licking at the skin. I sighed. Tilting my head back so he could kiss up the column of my neck. Teeth nipped, drawing moans from my lips. Moans he swallowed as he closed his mouth over mine.
The rest of our clothes were removed in a blur of need. Need to touch. Need to explore. Need to taste. Need to look and a need to be seen. It was the first time I felt like I had been seen. Toby didn't look beyond me, through me, around me. He looked into my eyes and searched my soul.
He laid me down on the bed and I tried to stop from shaking so much. Concern slipped into my psyche. Toby's done this before. He's touched another in this way. He knew what he was supposed to do, I didn't have a clue. Things never progressed this far with Ben. Being with Maya wasn't like this. I closed my eyes and waited for the fear to cease gnawing at my stomach. He ran his fingers down my face and asked me to look at him. Opening my eyes back up, I licked my lips and held his gaze. Toby shifted so that he was to the side of me and continued to caress my cheek. His head lowered to mine and he kissed me softly, leaving me wanting more. When I pushed onto my side and pressed against him, he deepened the kiss. My hands slid up and down his back, brushing the curve of his behind, bringing his lower body closer. His fingers worked their own magic on me, finding places I didn't know could make me moan and pant and arch into him. He whispered words of encouragement, asking if it was okay, did I want to stop. No, God, I didn't want to stop. I wanted to feel warm, wanted, whole and he made me feel those things without even trying.
The storm outside the small shack we took refuge in was nothing compared to the raging one he created in me. His touch sent fire shooting through my veins. Starting in my lower belly and spreading outward. Higher and higher I flew. Sweet sensations tickled me in places I have never felt anything before. Not with Ali. Not with Ben. And especially not with Maya.
When our bodies joined, it hurt. At first. It hurt. A lot. Tears leaked out of my tightly shut eyes. Soft cries of pain escaped. When it seemed like it was too much, Toby was there to help me through. He pressed his face into my neck and let me get used to having him inside me, all around me. I got to set our pace. Slowly building the heat back up between us. Hands moved over my hair and body, taking me on a ride.
There was a tightening in my belly, twisting, intensifying and I fought it at first, confused. Toby leaned over me, rubbing our lips together, “Give in. Let go. I'll be here.”
And I did. “Toby,” I moaned, gripping his upper arms, digging my nails into his flesh. I broke, shattered, flew, sailed through the stars and settled back in his arms. He was watching me, his body still. A small amazed smile on his face.
“You're beautiful,” he whispered reverently. And I felt beautiful. He moved again, pressing me further into the bed. I held on and watched him fall into the same ocean I had moments before. My name on his lips as he did.
The night was perfect. We stayed in each others arms and listened to the wind and the rain. I fell asleep listening to the steady sound of his heart under my ear.
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That was three months ago. Three months passed in a blink of an eye and now I have a new decision to make.
It wasn't hard. Not like other decisions in my life. All it took was looking into his icy blue eyes and I knew. Without a doubt I knew that everything would be okay. My hand gripped his and we stood on the front door step of my house. My heart was pounding in my chest. My stomach was doing flips. My hand squeezed his and he squeezed back. I looked over at him and he smiled, leaning down to press his lips to my forehead.
I closed my eyes, taking strength from him and inhaled deeply. Turning the door knob, I opened it up and pulled him behind me. My parents were on the couch to the left of the foyer. My mom leaning her head on my dad's shoulder reading the paper, while my dad flipped casually through a magazine. His arm around her shoulders, rubbing his fingers up and down. The scene was peaceful and I knew I was about to break the peace with my news.
My feet shifted back and forth and I bit my lower lip. Feeling Toby's presence at my side, his warmth seeping into me. I take what I need from him and clear my throat. Both my parents looked up at once. My mom's eyes widened. My dad's jaw clenched and he pushed himself into a straighter sitting position, ready to defend, ready to attack. I tightened my hold on Toby's hand and smiled through the sickness beginning to rise in my throat.
“Mom, dad,” I begin and I'm amazed at the steadiness of my tone. “This is Toby.”
“I know who he is,” my dad said in a deadly calm voice. “What is he doing in my home? Why are you holding his hand?”
“Um,” I panicked. Dread sprang forth and knocked me for a loop. Words stuck like glue in my throat, I swallow and swallow again to push the stickiness down and let the sentence I've been rehearsing since Toby and I found out loose. “Dad, Toby's here because I want him to be and because I have something to tell you.” Pause. Please God let me find the strength. Toby entwined our fingers and held on and I knew no matter what happened next, I'd have him. And that helped me say the two words I'd most feared telling my dad, “I'm pregnant.”
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