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I finalllyyy finished one of those alphabet fic prompts from ages ago. 200 words.

Angie, this one is for you.

M is for: mirror, TWW, CJ/Toby


(women don’t get older) just a deeper shade of red

A/N: title lyric by Melissa Manchester. Thanks to Luna for looking it over.

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She will be applying make-up in front of the mirror, while your teenage daughter watches from the edge of the bathtub.

Molly will see you in the doorway and give you that look, the one she somehow inherited from her mother and CJ. When you don’t leave quickly enough, she will wave her hand at you.

You’ll smirk a little and retreat to the living room, where Huck will be playing video games on the big-screen tv.

When she appears in her deep red dress, Huck will wolf-whistle as Molly makes her turn around. You’ll relay your appreciation with a nod, before walking over and offering your arm.

Dinner will be a romantic cliché and when the song starts to play, you’ll rise and ask her for this dance.

She’ll raise her eyebrows and say, “Strange choice. You trying to tell me something?”

You’ll reply, “Just be patient,” as you pull her close and feel the laughter rumbling in her chest.

As the lyric nears, you’ll lace your fingers with hers and hold her gaze. She’ll bite her lip as she hears it, and the blush will spread across her face.

You’ll think it’s the most beautiful she’s ever been.

I'm a little addicted to the 5 words...

Jed - Even now, the brilliance remains.

Ron Butterfield - His greatest fear already occurred.

Carol - She can spell, computers can't.

Leo
- He has too many regrets.
- He did one thing right.

Josh/Donna - He knew she deserved better.

Simon - Milky Ways will kill you.

A little bit surprised it took me so long to find five words for them...

CJ/Danny:

- Gail was their table centerpiece.

- Josh gave them goldfish crackers.

five word west wing drabble-a-thon


5 words is surprisingly difficult. But I've had a go.

CJ/Toby - He never found the words.

Toby/Andy - He suggested she try again.

Happy Birthday to my darling athena4lynn!


A double drabble for you. I apologise for any errors or if it sucks, I only just finished it. I had CJ/Danny in mind, but it also works for a certain GA couple :)

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You wake up alone in your bed and stare at the clock, a little puzzled by the relative lateness of the hour.

You start to rise before spying a note on his pillow, which reads, ‘Stay where you are,’ framed by multi-coloured scribbles.

You smile and place it on the bedside table, where you find another note next to your cell-phone. ‘Text me when you wake.’

You do so, before plumping up the pillows and settling back. A few minutes later you hear running feet and an excited high-pitched voice, overlaid by a deeper, “Shhh”.

The door opens and a small body launches at you, shouting, “Happy Birthday, Momma!”

You’re immersed in a haze of red hair and purple daisies, and laugh as he picks her up, with a playful, “What have I told you about suffocating your mother”. He settles her between you, and steals a quick kiss.

“Are those for me?” you ask, putting your hands out for the flowers. “They’re so beautiful. Did you choose them?”

She nods, launching into a running commentary on the morning’s outing, until he reminds her that there are cards and presents and breakfast in bed.

But they are your true gift.

Nothing groundbreaking, but first fic I've completed in 2 years, so maybe that counts for something.

TITLE: Coitus Interruptus
AUTHOR: Kat
EMAIL: katmcdonne@gmail.com
FANDOM: The West Wing, CJ/Danny, post-administration
RATING: M (sexual references & images)
DISCLAIMER: The West Wing and its characters are the property of Aaron Sorkin, Warner Brothers, and NBC. No Copyright Infringement is intended. I will put them back slightly disheveled.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: For the PHYS2512 challenge (sister's uni office's Christmas fic exchange). Prompt: West Wing – Anything goes here, smut or otherwise. A bad day, rocket lettuce and CJ.

( here be fic )

Sorry it's late, Hon. Half of it was written before your birthday, and then the rest was stubborn (and also took a right turn at Albuquerque).

And forgot to add thanks to athena4lynn for looking it over.

( CJ/Toby, R-rated )

In honour of our own Lara Kate. And much thanks to athena4lynn.

*

The absence of sound wakes her.

She knows she should embrace it and tries for a few minutes. But the ache is louder.

The morning is already warming up and she doesn’t bother with slippers or robe. The carpet muffles her steps, letting her enter the living room without disturbing its occupants.

Bringing her hand to her mouth, she blinks away the sudden tears. She should grab the camera, but she fears the scene will dissolve if she turns her back on it.

The couch isn’t long enough and Danny’s knees hang over the arm. CNN casts a flickering glow on his face and a pacifier lies caught in the crook of his arm. The small mound on his chest snuffles and shifts, waking him.

After determining nothing is wrong, Danny relaxes and turns his head towards the tv -- and sees her in the doorway. His smile beckons and she sinks to the floor, their lips meeting as her hand comes to rest on their daughter’s back.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“Hey yourself.” More snuffles and eyes, too big for their surrounding face, open and stare at her. For the last week she’s looked confused when she wakes. “And good morning to you, Lara Kate.”

Burying her face against her father’s chest, the baby searches for breakfast. “Hey, Kidlet, your dad’s dry,” he says, grimacing as a tiny hand tries to separate him from his chest hairs.

CJ laughs as she retrieves the child and motions for Danny to sit up. Joining him on the couch, she opens her pajama top and Lara latches onto her breast.

“I’ll go and start breakfast.”

“Wait till she’s finished.” She’s content in the moment as Danny leans against her shoulder and captures Lara’s foot.

“Look what we made,” he says, in a tone she last heard when they said their vows.

Even if she could find the words, she doesn’t think she could speak. She kisses his cheek and nestles into him.

Probably going to regret this, especially since it's unbetaed, but my stuff these days isn't worth anyone going to the trouble. This was pretty much all that was wrote of the failed wingswing (which was actually supposed to be CJ/Mallory - there was going to be a theme of redheads), but with a little bit of fiddling I think it works on its own as a tinyfic.

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You've been on the campaign trail for five weeks when she arrives to meet him at some non-descript hotel in middle America. You know he didn't tell her of your presence from the tightening of her lips when she sees you.

Her nails dig into your arm as she says hello. She proceeds to drape herself over him at every available opportunity, fueling the rumour mill. Some of the smaller men in the team take it on themselves to show you that there are other gropers in the sea.

She knocks on your door two nights later.

"It's not going to happen, CJ," she says, her back rigid and arms folded across her chest. "Not again."

You step towards her and stroke your fingertips along her lower arm, daring her to acknowledge her body's reaction. There's a flash of desire in her eyes, but she doesn't move.

"We're trying for a baby," Andy whispers.

You hide under a smile as you grasp her hand. "I hope--good luck with that."

She doesn't meet your eyes, but her fingers tangle with yours. "I'm sorry if you came because of me--"

"No, no. Toby's just very convincing and I needed a job." You squeeze her hand before pulling away, too slowly. "Don't worry, I won't be here long. It's not as though Toby's about to break his streak."

I actually really like this, but it's been frozen for a couple of years. All because it's pretty much pure smut...and I can't write pure smut. I need something vaguely resembling a plot, or a point, and orgasm just doesn't count (a problem also afflicting the 3some story).

I've been going to put this out there for a while, but kept on thinking that maybe it would get finished. But I've faced reality.

CJ/Danny, I apologise to the majority of flist. But I do love the last sentence.

( suck them, Ed )