Wordless
Title: Wordless
Subject: CJ/Toby (not necessarily romantically)
Rating: G
Timeframe: sometime post-Undecideds
It was a supermarket, a public supermarket. She had every right to be there. She was doing nothing harmful, nothing illegal, nothing the public could have a problem with. If he happened to be there too, she couldn’t help that.
No one had to know that she had come here at every opportunity she had, though opportunities were scarce with the President’s staff so whittled and everyone doing double or even triple duty, and with foreign policy crises demanding her attention around every turn. And now she had to do it all without him.
When her eyes met his, she knew instantly that he knew. He knew this store was close to his apartment, not hers. He knew she wasn’t here for soup. Though her heart jumped in her chest, her eyes never faltered in their message. They couldn’t speak, didn’t dare move any closer. It was, after all, a public supermarket; any number of people could see them. So they stood, caught is each other’s headlights, in a silent exchange that spoke volumes.
Time was among the many luxuries they didn’t have, as they could only pause a moment without arousing suspicion. CJ turned and moved toward the checkout with the few items she’d picked up to make her visit legitimate, just as she always did, even though she was never home long enough to eat any of it, and Toby dropped two boxes of animal crackers into the red basket he held in his hand.
Subject: CJ/Toby (not necessarily romantically)
Rating: G
Timeframe: sometime post-Undecideds
It was a supermarket, a public supermarket. She had every right to be there. She was doing nothing harmful, nothing illegal, nothing the public could have a problem with. If he happened to be there too, she couldn’t help that.
No one had to know that she had come here at every opportunity she had, though opportunities were scarce with the President’s staff so whittled and everyone doing double or even triple duty, and with foreign policy crises demanding her attention around every turn. And now she had to do it all without him.
When her eyes met his, she knew instantly that he knew. He knew this store was close to his apartment, not hers. He knew she wasn’t here for soup. Though her heart jumped in her chest, her eyes never faltered in their message. They couldn’t speak, didn’t dare move any closer. It was, after all, a public supermarket; any number of people could see them. So they stood, caught is each other’s headlights, in a silent exchange that spoke volumes.
Time was among the many luxuries they didn’t have, as they could only pause a moment without arousing suspicion. CJ turned and moved toward the checkout with the few items she’d picked up to make her visit legitimate, just as she always did, even though she was never home long enough to eat any of it, and Toby dropped two boxes of animal crackers into the red basket he held in his hand.