#mmmmmmmmmm

key word: casually

toby’s very touchy. he has his hands or mouth on your pretty much at all times. a hand around your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. slipped into your back pocket so he can feel the curve of your ass under his palm. lazily twirling your hair around his fingers, absentmindedly nibbling on your shoulders or earlobe just because he can

and that’s in PUBLIC. so in private….

I’m not gonna say free use… but I’m not gonna NOT say free use skskfklsls

he’s got the libido of a horny teenager and he’s incapable of keeping his hands to himself. he just can’t help it, he loves touching you. feeling the smoothness of your skin, the texture of the goosebumps that pebble it as you fight to keep yourself in check. likes feeling you heat up. skin growing flushed and clammy as he kneads your flesh under his fingers

your body is like his fidget toy - his brain just going blissfully blank as he lies next to you and toys with your tits. squeezing and kneading them just to make you whine. pinching and tugging at your nipples through your shirt to feel them perk up so beautifully.

half the time he’s not even trying to fuck you, he just wants to touch.

so, fingering you while watching a movie? yeah.

snuggled up under a blanket with him, wearing comfy pyjamas as you rest your head against his shoulder. your eyes are glued to the screen, you’re the one who picked out this movie after all (some cheesy romcom you’ve seen a million times before), but Toby’s attention span isn’t as admirable.

he’s focused on the film for maybe 15 minutes before his gaze is drifting, settling on you. on how pretty you look, all curled up next to him. how the television reflects in your eyes, how you’re so engrossed even though you know the plot like the back of your hand.

you’ve seen it so many times, he’s sure you wouldn’t mind it if he distracted you a little.

so his hands start to wander, his gaze flicking back to the TV while he creeps towards the waistband of the soft cotton shorts you were wearing. skimming over your tummy, feeling your muscles tense up.

seeing you out of the corner of his eye - your head snapping to look over at him as his fingers slip under your panties.

“K-Keep watchin’ your movie, baby.” as he slips the digits between your thighs, roaming the pads of his fingers across every dip and fold. sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to suppress a grin when he rolls his thumb against your clit and tugs a gasp from your lungs.

working you up so torturously as you fight to focus like he had told you to, your vision going hazy as your breathing quickens. slick pooling against his fingers, that he rubs into your folds before he’s finally plunging a digit into that velvety warmth.

he’s so nonchalant it almost pisses you off. his face betraying nothing, the only sign of his actions being the way his arms jerks and tenses up every time he thrusts his finger back in. nice and slow, really drawing it out. swiping and curling it inside you - not because he didn’t think you could take another one, but because he was just having the time of his life feeling every nook and cranny of your pretty little body

by the time he’s sinking another finger in, your practically melting into the couch cushions. thighs falling open wider under the blankets, your legs twitching and trembling as he plays with you. plays. that’s exactly what he’s doing. there’s no end goal, no quota he’s trying to hit. he’s just playing. you’re just so warm, and tight, and the way you squeeze around his fingers - the way you stretch around them when he scissors you open. he could do this for hours. days. until his damn wrist locked up.

“Toby-“ You’re gasping against his shoulder, drool wetting the fabric of his hoodie. eyelids fluttering, all focus on the movie completely gone out the window.

“Keep you-your eyes open.” He’s murmuring back to you, lazily rolling your clit with his thumb as his fingers pump into you. “This is your f-favourite part, isn’t it? You’re gonna miss it.”

I started making my traditional Christmas lasagne so it'll be ready for Christmas. I started by making the marinara sauce. I use Cento tomatoes because they come from the very fertile San Marzano valley of Italy and they are the sweetest, most delightful tomatoes with which to make a sauce!! I use a lot of vegetables, too. I add onions, mushrooms, minced garlic, and green and red peppers. I always add Italian cheese rinds to my sauce because I love the flavor it imparts. This time I used parmesan reggiano and a little pecorino romano. I add bay leaves, basil, oregano, garlic powder (I love garlic), salt and pepper. Sometimes, I add other spices to my sauce, but these are the ones I use for lasagne.

First, I sauté the chopped onions. I use extra virgin olive oil to sauté everything because it's tasty and healthy. Once they're translucent, I add the mushrooms. I always make sure that they're dry so they'll brown nicely. I salt both of these veggies as they cook to release their natural juices, which makes the sauce so tasty!!

Then, I add the garlic. After it is cooked a bit, I add the peppers. I don't cook them very long because the garlic will become bitter and I want the peppers to retain their crunchy texture. I cook the peppers just long enough to bring out their beautiful colors. Then I mix it all together and add the spices. I sauté then for a minute and add the sauce and the cheese rinds.

but anyway i kinda love it because no, this is happening directly in front of crew members and spock just, , doesnt even react. no one really does?