Someone, ahem, has been begging for Andy/Toby fic. It reminded me of this little ficlet that I jotted down (on actual paper) a couple weeks ago, so I decided to polish it up.
Title: Talking Points
Subject: Andy/Toby/CJ
Rating: R
A/N: CJ/Toby people should not be scared away by the Andy. MANY thanks to
kiss_me_cassie for the fresh set of eyes!
It wasn’t the first time they invited CJ into their bed. The first time had been less planned and ripe with novelty and spontaneity. In the excitement (or perhaps the drink), Andy had missed some of the nuances. It was only this second time that she noticed how different he was when he turned his attention to CJ.
Toby and Andy, they had sex the way they argued, hot and rough, sometimes leaving bruises that took days to heal or scars that never did. The best sex almost always followed the most heated debates. It all melded into a thick, steamy mix of arousal and aggression (and sometimes, especially lately, avoidance), only able to be resolved physically.
With CJ, sex was a conversation, a heartfelt give and take that was not at all a power struggle. The same hands were gentle now, working a different kind of magic. This tender side of Toby, his wife rarely saw it anymore.
Andy wondered if she antagonized him too much. Maybe that was why their marriage was collapsing around them. What she didn’t know was that at the same time, CJ was wondering why Toby never had that level of passion with her.