the heartbreak prince (Toby)

[tobias charles watkins]

Leaving the comfort of his bed felt like a sin. But for seventeen kisses.. that sounded like a lovely dream. Hell, he’d be happy with a single kiss and a proper cuddle. Relief and happiness continued to wash over him. He felt the weight of hiding his feelings from Amy release from him his core. It was incredible being able to feel emotions without having to push them aside in denial. The bliss outweighed the impending hangover in that moment.

Toby cracked smile, nodding in agreement as Amy sweetly requested the breakfast he offered from her cocoon. His head tilted to the side at her proposition, ”Seventeen kisses you say…” he repeated, scratching his chin with yet another boyish smile. ”Say no more.” He agreed with an obedient nod, leaning forward to steal a kiss before prying himself from the warmth of the bed. Toby scurried away to the kitchen with a proud smile, eager to have the opportunity to serve Amy.

After about twenty minutes Toby emerged from the kitchen with a plate of waffles accompanied with a generous portion of whipped cream and a handful of strawberries. A steaming cup of coffee the way Amy liked it floated behind him. Toby lightly tapped the duvet she was burrowed. ”Your Majesty…Breakfast is served.” he announced, presenting the meal to her in a grand demonstration. There was a giraffe, lion and zebra placed perfectly on the plate. "You can be honest and tell me if this is complete rubbish. Just do it like Gordon Ramsey, please." he stated with a laugh, knowing if Amy hated the waffles it would be a kick to the gut because he was confident in his breakfast making abilities.

AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW

[AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW]

Toby’s obedience was an extra bonus, even as he stole the first of Amy’s promised seventeen kisses. She watched him go from the warmth of her cocoon, a faint smile on her lips. As he pottered about in the kitchen, Amy laid back on the pillows, deep in thought. Fear still tickled at the back of her mind, but it was stymied by a deep relief. She’d never been very good at keeping secrets. And keeping the biggest secret from Toby had been nigh impossible. She was just glad she could share with him the constant turmoil roiling around in her brain regarding her sister. And what if Alora suddenly decided she didn’t want anything to do with the greater family, despite their innocence?

One problem at a time, Amy thought to herself, falling into a light doze in her solitude. After a short time, Toby returned, and she shifted into a seated position, her legs crossed before her. She eyed the coffee floating behind Toby greedily, and grabbed it. ”Thank you,” she breathed, inhaling the bitter scent of roasted beans and - was that a hint of chocolate? Amy looked down at the waffles and giggled. ”Animal shapes? That’s so on brand for you,” said Amy, picking up a knife and fork.

”Shut up, you know these are delicious,” said Amy after swallowing her first heavenly bite. ”No need for Mr Ramsey to break through the wall and disturb us. Wonder if he’d even call you an idiot sandwich?” asked Amy, more of herself than anything. She didn’t know much of Gordon Ramsey’s prowess, except that he was British and very shouty. ”You take the zebra, since you say the word so funny. Zeh-bra. So wrong,” she said, shaking her head.

Amy had to pause inhaling the waffles before she was sick, and placed down the cutlery on the plate before her. She observed Toby silently for a moment, that soft smile back in place on her face. He had a certain brightness to him that she hadn’t seen before. Was this all just because of her? If he looked like that, Amy wondered if she had the same glow. ”Am I glowing?” she asked, figuring that posing the question was the best way to find out if they had similar effects on one another. ”Or am I in a dream because I can’t really believe you’ve made me breakfast and bed and I’ve been driven mad over wanting to be with you and now I’ve told you that and I’m not sure I actually have because I want to keep stealing kisses but also be allowed them.” Amy lapsed into silence, dropping her gaze back to the waffles. She took another bite.

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[tobias charles watkins]

Amy pulled the covers from her head and sat up in bed. The sight of her wrapped in his favorite blankets made his stomach flutter with butterflies. Everything felt right in the world at that moment. If he could bottle up that feeling for later he would.

Toby smiled proudly as Amy admired the coffee and animal shaped waffles, shaking his head as she offered her zebra, poking fun at his accent. Tobys expression flickered into a smile as he crawled to sit on the bed beside with his own plate that hovered behind him, he grabbed it. ”No thank you. It seems I’ve gone a little overzealous with the waffle maker, so I have my own zeh-bra.” he stated ‘Zebra’ in an exaggerated British accent. ”Or is it Zee-braah to you?” he asked in a just as ridiculous air-headed “California” surfer twang, pairing with a shakka hand shake. 

It was such a lovely feeling being able admire Amy's beautiful features unapologetically. Her question gave him a chance to admire her again. The corners of his lips lifted upwards slowly, ”You're always glowing because you radiate beauty..” he stated unashamed, knowing he was being a simp but he didn't care. His head cocked to the side, looking at her suspiciously. ”If this is a dream...I’m going to be very disappointed..” he expressed earnestly with a laugh, warm eyes tearing to the floor for a second. Toby understood what Amy meant about the thrill of stolen kisses. Stolen kisses with Amy the past couple of months made him feel so alive he feared Amy getting bored of him. ”Sweeter than the stolen kiss, Are the granted kisses...” he stated romantically with a sweet smile before shoving a waffle into his mouth. He took a moment to chew and swallow politely, ”Not sure where I read that, but rest assured you can steal kisses anytime..” He smushed his lips to her cheek soundly in a grand demonstration. Food was already making him feel better and a little sleepy.

 "The zeh-bras taste better than the giraffes." he stated in a serious tone, only because he wanted to say zebra again. Toby let out a satisfied sigh, "Ahh, I'm ready to hibernate for a few days.." Toby announced satisfied, already feeling his body get heavy from the food intake and impending comedown. He knew he'd probably feed worse that weed anyways since the Full Moon was approaching so the timing wasn't great, but it was already well worth it.

AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW          

[AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW]

Amy rolled her eyes at Toby, thought she couldn’t stifle the smile that seemed to split her face in two. ”Oh, you are such a dick,” she said, but with no real malice. Instead, she leaned forward to kiss him squarely on the lips, a move that just hours ago would have caused her much agonising but now felt as natural as breathing. ”Besides, I’ve never been surfing in my life. My brother does too much of it, emptied out his brain,” she added with a shrug. Though she didn’t say it, Toby’s impression was spot on. It was unsettling.

Amy flushed scarlet, but said nothing at Toby’s compliment. She could get used to all these nice things, though it wasn’t that much of a change from their friendship. The biggest change for her would be the lack of guilt for wanting to make out with him all the time. That was something she would happily get used to. She reached out and pinched Toby’s arm, then her own. She flinched. ”I think it’s real,” said Amy in an exaggerated whisper. She quirked a brow at Toby’s declaration, but shrugged as she took another bite of her waffles. ”I will steal and I will grant,” Amy replied firmly, setting her plate on the side table and shifting into a kneeling position before him. ”And you should do the same,” she added with a nod, before kissing him softly again. ”I think we’re up to three of seventeen kisses…” she said with a slow grin snaking its way across her face.

”None of them are as delicious as kissing you,” Amy retorted sweetly. Her gaze roamed across his face, down the column of his neck and across his collar bones, down the plane of his abdomen and lower. She bit her lip, something stirring inside her before she snapped her eyes up to him. There was a molten sort of warmth to her gaze, desire evident in her eyes. ”I can think of a few things I’d rather do than hibernate,” said Amy quietly, the corners of her lips turning upwards. ”Though it has nothing to do with resting…”

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[tobias charles watkins]

Amy pinched Toby’s arm to prove that they weren’t in a dream and were experiencing real life. He shot her an exaggerated wince before smiling with relief, accepting her kiss fervently as he placed his plate on the side table, hands reaching to cradle the side of her face. His heart was beating out of his chest in the best way. The ache in his head was alleviated temporarily as his lips meshing with Amy’s. ”Now….four out of seventeen.” he smiled, feeling the warm and fuzzies from the night before rush over him all over again.

Tobys eyes locked with Amy’s in an electric moment. He could feel her eyes on him, desire darkening her pupils, something she typically strayed away from. Passion and excitement ignited within his core, face reddening. ”Oh” He swallowed, unable to hide his nerdish delight. ”Yes, by all means, please do demonstrate.” he encouraged her with a smile, pulling her closer to steal a kiss from her again. 

AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW

[AMY ESMA ASTOR-SHAW]

Toby eagerly agreed to Amy's suggestion, and with a hedonistic smile, she looped her arms around his neck loosely, kissing him. She deepened their kiss, pouring every carnal feeling into it, everything she had held back the past few months. She shifted so that she straddled Toby's lap, fingers knotting in his hair as she drowned in his taste.

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