His breath smells of sweet wine and mint, and I inhale deeply. It makes me happy that Toby identifies as a 'fun' man. What pleasure did a little bedroom romp have if there was no fun to be had?<br/><br/>Toby's joke puzzles me and my grip, which held him down, loosens. "The traveling salesman who spent the night in a haunted bordello?" My blonde eyebrows furrow in concentration, but the concentration lasts for only a moment. My head is thrown back and the cords in my neck bulge as I laugh genuinely and heartedly. I hardly notice that Toby has rolled me onto my back and my laughter dies down, I look up at him. My cheeks are flushed with joy and my eyes sparkle as I gaze up at Toby. "That joke was horrible." I say, lifting a hand to cup the side of his face. "Absolutely horrible. Who told you that you were funny, Toby Turner?" I tease him softly. My knees spread and I allow Toby to settle between them. His weight is warm and welcome and I feel myself sinking comfortably into the mattress underneath.<br/><br/>"How long has it been, Toby?" I ask him after a moment or two of us gazing at each other like lovesick teenagers. "Since you've had another?"