1.5 CJ/Toby drabbles
Feb. 24th, 2006 12:56 amVoyeur
By Katrina
Disclaimer: Wish they were, but they aren't.
For Angie. Kinda sweet CJ/Toby. Wish it was better for you.
His favourite show of the night.
Alternating between scotch and cigar, his smoke mingles with the steam. He studies the flow of water over lines and angles. And shuffles his feet further apart.
A disturbing segue from the Rolling Stones to the Jackson 5, and a couple of bars later he realizes why his name hasn't been set to music.
A cake of soap hits his chest and drops into his glass. "I was drinking that."
“Teach you to creep up on people." She brushes wet strands of hair behind her ears, the movement focusing his gaze on her breasts.
"I don't creep." Another puff on the cigar as he shifts his stance.
Her attention drifts south and she grins. “You do other things?”
“Ask and find out.” The cigar joins the soap and he leans against the stall.
Threading her fingers between his, she whispers, “Do you wash backs?”
By Katrina
Disclaimer: Wish they were, but they aren't.
For Angie. Kinda sweet CJ/Toby. Wish it was better for you.
His favourite show of the night.
Alternating between scotch and cigar, his smoke mingles with the steam. He studies the flow of water over lines and angles. And shuffles his feet further apart.
A disturbing segue from the Rolling Stones to the Jackson 5, and a couple of bars later he realizes why his name hasn't been set to music.
A cake of soap hits his chest and drops into his glass. "I was drinking that."
“Teach you to creep up on people." She brushes wet strands of hair behind her ears, the movement focusing his gaze on her breasts.
"I don't creep." Another puff on the cigar as he shifts his stance.
Her attention drifts south and she grins. “You do other things?”
“Ask and find out.” The cigar joins the soap and he leans against the stall.
Threading her fingers between his, she whispers, “Do you wash backs?”