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Tripping Insanity |
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Tripping Insanity
Author: Maeve
Disclaimer: TWW belongs to AS, JW, WB and NBC.
Spoilers: none
AN: Well…it’s my first CJ/T in awhile. Hope it’s okay. Lemme know, sorsha16@hotmail.com
************************************************************************************************* Love is merely a madness. - Rosalind “As You like It” III.ii ************************************************************************************************** Somewhere in touching her he thinks that Shakespeare is right. That all the moaning and belittling of love, is granted by the pain it causes, but not surpassed by its inherent pleasure. His fingers stroke against her skin and he knows he’s going mad. He’s slipping insanity if only because…she makes him crazy. She makes him do crazy things. Things he would never do…for anyone else.
She makes him go to sleep an hour earlier. She lets him drink after sex. She makes him smile in Senior Staff. Her fingers dig against his shoulder blades, drawing his head up to meet hers, “What’re you thinking about Toby?” He blinks against her blue eyes, throat barely working into sound, “Shakespeare.” There’s a subtle laugh that rings in the room and that’s where his list lives. His collection of idiosyncrasies that she is the cause of. He strokes his hand against her thighs, smoothing the already soft skin. His fingers tag against her knee and he thinks up the list while she’s sliding her legs around his hips.
She makes him laugh. She makes him dance. She makes him apologize. He hushes her soft murmur, drawing her lips back up to his. Toby sigh softly into a kiss, feeling her tongue draw deftly into his mouth. Her hands are working solidly against his chest, drawing him closer and hushing him away in a monotonous tease.
She lets him dream. She makes him speak up. She tells him to breath more. Her figure is a longstanding tease of its own, her hips wrapped tightly about him, but not drawing him any closer to the spot he aimed to go. He can feel the subtle grace of his Claudia Jean as she slips him onto his back, quickly drawing his hands to her sides. He roves his fingers against her hips and up the sides of her breasts, listening to the way she moans just for him.
She lets him smoke in her bedroom. She doesn’t make him eat his vegetables. She makes him ask questions. He can feel her hips drawing and rubbing against his. Her skin is rushing his into fever, her breath making her breasts do a wonderful rise. His fingers slide against them in anticipation, and all he can think to do is murmur something in her tease. “You make me crazy.” There’s a glitter of something in her eyes, shining for a moment before it disappears. Then she laughs again, her whole face drawn into happiness while she leans in, letting him stroke his length into her body. He knows by the time it’s morning, she’ll whisper the name Rosalind to him. Dropping the line and verse as she tugs closer under the sheets. He falls into pleasure, along with insanity. But he figures, if mental health is the price to pay…he’d gladly pay up for Claudia Jean.
She renders him speechless. She lets him cry. She makes him love her. She makes him crazy. Click Toby and CJ to send feedback:
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