Toby Turner

"Hey baby," he grins at you as you giggle at his touch, he pulls back just enough to rub his nose on yours. "Hi," your hand tracing down to hold his, a mess of fingers tangled by your hip. His lips press to yours, walking you backwards into your apartment as his foot pushes the door closed. His kiss is sweet, there was less coffee than usual on his breath that usually bittered your mouth. "Are you alright darling?" Toby's arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you onto the sofa, tangling you close to him. "Better now you're here," you smile and he pulls you in tighter, dragging you on him until you're laying on him, the usual grin on his face when your breasts are pressed into his chest, hands running over your back. He leans to kiss you, and your lips meet Toby's. His soft kisses were a contrast to the light stubble he'd been too lazy to shave that weekend, arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer he deepens the kiss. Sucking your lip into his mouth you produce a small moan and he grins mid-kiss at your reaction. "I love you," he smiles, pulling back as his eyes wander over your face. "I love you too baby," you rest your head on Toby's chest, hearing a faint, calm heartbeat under you. His fingers curling around yours, he kisses your head through strands of hair, hand smoothing over your back as you relaxed. "Thank you for coming over, it's been er," you began the attempt of explaining why you'd begged him to come over to comfort you. "It's alright babe, anything for you," he whispered against into your hair, pulling you closer into his body as he reached over to the coffee table for the TV remote. "You just relax okay? I'll find something you like." He flicked through the channels and you soon became more interested in having your head on his chest than the TV, you could feel his breaths in his lungs, calming you so much you began to feel yourself drift off, Toby's fingers tangling with your hair.