F00L 4 U | Amy

[tobias charles watkins]

Toby froze, unsure if his ears and the firewhisky had deceived him. Amy dared him to kiss her and everything felt like a dream. ”Okay.” he answered without hesitation, probably much too eagerly. He turned his body slightly to face Amy a little better, eyes locking with hers for split second to see if she was being serious. His hands raised to cup her face gently before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. Their lips meshed tenderly in a slow, passionate kiss. He savored her taste for the first time, realizing that he was starving for Amy’s kiss. Tobys hand fell to her waist, gently pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss fervently, realizing that was more of a snog.

His breath hitched in his throat as he abruptly pulled away, feeling the room slip away. ”I’m sorry.” he quickly apologized with a sheepish laugh. Even if he would have much preferred to continue snogging Amy, he was just a little flustered. Returning his hands to his sides, ”Truth or dare.” he said quickly, feeling his face go red hot.


AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW

[AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW]

Toby's response came quickly, then he was facing her. Amy looked her friend full in the face and felt not a single ounce of regret. Then, Toby's lips were on hers in a kiss that was sweeter than sugar. Not that she'd been allowed sugar for much of her childhood. But when Toby's arm dropped to her waist, pulling her closer, Amy's hands went to Toby's chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt and drawing him ever nearer. Abruptly, he pulled away and apologised. She was dizzy, from that kiss or from the fact that she could hardly catch her breath.

Amy was taken by surprise when Toby immediately fell back into the game, his face red. She finished off her drink, feeling a bit sick. She knew it was just a silly dare, and the only thing she could come up with. But he seemed so keen to move one whilst Amy... well, Amy wanted to dissect every second of it. Was she that bad a kisser? She'd never had many complaints before, but then again she wasn't the best versed in these sorts of things. Amy replaced her empty glass before leaning back into the sofa, careful to leave an inch of space between them. She missed Toby's warmth and proximity, but she had to remind herself that she was on the precarious edge of friendship. "Truth," said Amy at last, meeting Toby's eyes.

tobias charles watkins

[tobias charles watkins]

Amy kissed him back, pulling him in by the shirt breathlessly as they shared a passionate kiss. His heart fluttered out of his chest as he was filled with desire. The kiss was amazing. 

He was instantly filled with regret as he pulled away, hating the sudden space he caused between them. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He took a sip of firewhisky and placed the glass on the table. If he drank any more he'd probably blackout. Amy looked a little confused as she processed everything, praying he wasn't a completely dreadful kisser.

Toby hoped Amy would pick Dare so he could reverse the dare back to her, remedying the situation. She chose Truth, locking his gaze. He hesitated for a moment as he got sucked into her gaze, memorizing every freckle on her nose. "Do you still want to kiss me?" he asked softly, dreading how the words sounded falling from his lips, but it was exactly what he was thinking. He decided to throw his inhibitions out the window while everything was blurred and it didn't seem like a big deal.


AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW

[AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW]

For a long moment, Amy was left speechless. It was a pretty rare feat for her, considering her mouth usually went at a mile a minute. But Toby seemed to keep a level head, as if kissing her hadn't completely thrown him off kilter. As if he wasn't questioning himself, his values and his worth. As if it was nothing but a silly little dare. Disappointment coiled deep in Amy's gut, writhing maliciously. To quell it, Amy tried some firewhisky. It helped, somewhat.

Amy's jaw dropped at Toby's directness. She even considered lying to him for a moment. To save face. But something told Amy she wouldn't have this sort of opportunity again - this frankness between friends. And hopefully, Toby wouldn't remember the details. Amy wasn't even sure she would, her mind so saturated with alcohol. But instinctually, she knew that wasn't true. She wouldn't forget the feel of his lips on hers, no matter how drunk she was.

Meeting Toby's gaze with a stare of her own, Amy contemplated for only a moment more. "Yes," she whispered, knowing she couldn't lie to him. Friends don't lie. Friends also don't kiss each other when they're drunk, develop feelings and then subsequently deny them. But that was a conundrum for another day. "Do you want to kiss me again?" she breathed, feeling infinitely more fragile than she ever had before.

tobias charles watkins

[tobias charles watkins]

Toby couldn’t believe he actually asked Amy if she wanted to kiss him. He had never asked a young lady such a bold question. Firewhisky was dangerous. The look on her face almost made him regret asking, but he could tell that she had her own inner battle going on. Toby swallowed, surprised she actually said yes, following by asking him the same question.

”Yes.” he answered, his gaze falling to hers. For a moment he was unsure of what to do next. His heart was beating out if his ribcage.

After a beat, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers once again before completely devouring her in a passionate kiss. The space between them exploded, unable to bring her any closer to him as his hands ran through her hair and down her sides. He marveled at the softness of her skin as it brushed against his, deepening the kiss.

AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW

[AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW]

If Toby was surprised by her answer, it was nothing to Amy's astonishment at his echoed response. They looked at one another, the moment lengthening and the tension heightening. Amy's blood rushed through her ears, and she heard nothing but her own breath and the unsteady beat of her heart. Toby leaned forward slightly, and Amy closed the gap between them, their lips meeting again. Amy reveled in the taste of him, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. She shifted, wanting to be closer until she was straddling his lap.

Toby's arms wrapped around her middle and Amy let out a noise of contentment, pressing her torso against his. She didn't want to stop, and she didn't want to breathe. She would be satisfied to extend this moment for the rest of her life, living in the bubble that she and Toby had created. One hand trailed from his hair down the side of his neck, across the flat planes of his chest. Amy felt insatiable as she drank in Toby's kisses, her mind blissfully free of thought.

It could have been minutes, or it could have been several days, but the pair eventually broke apart. Amy pressed her forehead against Toby's, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged. Her heart thundered in her chest, and Amy was sure he could hear it. After a long moment, her eyes opened and she dropped her hands to Toby's shoulders. She didn't bother to move from her position on his lap. "I've never kissed anyone like that before," she admitted in a hushed whisper. So rarely had she felt so free of the pressure amounted on her for just being her. The daughter of Thomas Astor-Shaw. A poor student. An adventurous soul. Toby made her forget all of that, and made her remember that at the end of it all, she was just Amy. "Are we still playing?" asked Amy after a beat of silence, her tone still soft.

tobias charles watkins

[tobias charles watkins]

Tobys hands travelled Amy’s sides, threading through her hair; anything that would bring her closer as their tongues twisted in a heated fandango. The rest of the world seized to exist as Amy wrapped herself around him. Fireworks shot off inside every fiber of his essence completely absorbed by Amys touch.

After they finally parted, he breathed her in with a smile, still tasting Amy on his tongue. Their foreheads pressed as she softly said she'd never been kissed like that. His heart kept skipping beats, he felt like he may pass out. Maybe he was dreaming.. ”Neither have I..that was lovely.” he confessed with a breathless laugh, heart beating out of his chest. Toby would have been completely satisfied snogging Amy all night, studying every inch of her body until they passed out. But he was also exhausted from the binge drinking and remaining fatigue from the Full moon.

"I dunno-oh, is it my turn-I-Truth or dare? It can be your turn again-" he stammered inebriated nonsense, chuckling because he knew he didn't make any sense at all. Amy remained straddled around Tobys waist, which was welcomed as his arms remained wrapped around Amy. Toby gave her a squeeze, falling sideways on the sofa into the most comfortable position with her tucked into his side. His hand trailed lazily down her back,  "I adore you." he stated tiredly, breathing in a face full of hair as his lips pressed against her head. Toby was sure he thought those last three words as he slowly drifted off.

AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW

[AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW]

Amy snickered, her mind fuzzy from the drink. Instead of answering she shifted so she was curled in Toby’s side, and closed her eyes. Merlin, this was comfortable. She didn’t hear Toby’s admission as she drifted off, snug as a bug.

Hours later, Amy awoke with a jolt. Night had properly fallen, and the clock on the wall read half past midnight. Cursing quietly under her breath, Amy extricated herself from Toby’s arms. Her head was pounding, but there was a sense of rightness when she looked at him. With a soft smile, Amy donned her cloak and disappeared into the night.

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