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[pinkinks]

Here at last :)

Let's start off with the easy stuff :)

Any rating is fine :)

Character loves: (obsession status in bold, You Really Should Get Out More in bold and underline)

CJ, Toby, Josh, Leo, Sam, Abbey, Jed, Mrs L, Debbie, Lord John Marbury, Margaret

Comments

[damelola]

You'll have to unprotect the entry for people to do anon comments, hon :)

[pinkinks]

Ta, I think I've done it, but let me know please.

*headdesk*

[damelola]

Yup, you've fixed it :)

Memory Aide

[anonymous]

On the morning of the elections, CJ had received a message from Donna: He wants to see everyone. Come over tonight, no later than eleven. Don't let him fool you; he still needs a lot of rest.

Sam had left the White House an hour ago--nine o'clock. Election results still scrolled across the bottom of her television screen when Toby arrived in her office, wearing his coat and raising his eyebrows with an unspoken question. Ready to go? CJ nodded, and, fifteen minutes later, their taxi rolled to a stop in front of Josh's building.

As Toby leaned forward to pay the driver, CJ looked past him to see Sam, Josh, and Donna sprawled on the front steps like a trio of lizards under heat lamps. Affection for them twisted into a tight knot inside CJ's chest. She wished she could capture them that way, sneak a photograph and mount it in a frame on her end table. She owned so few photographs of any of them. The last few months--hell, the last few years--had triggered similar reminders. Occasional phone calls with her father and more

Re: Memory Aide

[pinkinks]

Oh my goodness. Friends Gasp. And the photos <3 I was so excited I hit send far too early before I could say thank you so much for this. <3

This is gorgeous. So real. It tugged at my heart rather a lot. So wonderful.

Thank you anon!

Re: Memory Aide

[anonymous]

You're welcome! I'm really glad you liked it!

Re: Memory Aide

[kiss_me_cassie]

Oh my. Heartbreakingly (and hopefully) beautiful!

[anonymous]

Listening to Chet Baker & Other Dangerous ThingsCJ could still hear the jazzy strains of Tenderly playing softly from somewhere in the room; serenading their empty wine glasses, abandoned clothing and forgotten pretences as much as it was serenading them. She stared into Abbey’s eyes intently, hoping they might give away some sign of whether the other woman had fallen in love with her before or after exploring the reverse crescent of her stomach and angular terrain of her hips. The hazel and brief shimmers of gold gave her back nothing but her own reflection, and she sighed, but laid her head on Abbey’s bare chest anyways, kissing sideways down the older woman’s body and waiting for the faraway look to disappear; knowing in the tensing of muscles and slight rise of Abbey’s hips against her that it had. She slid her hands beneath the sheets and trailed a palm down Abbey’s thigh, drawing circles across the First Lady’s knee with her fingertips before drawing her hand up again to find the apex of the other woman’s thighs, rewarded with

[pinkinks]

OH FOR HEAVENS SAKE!

*breathes*

This is exquisite. I love this. It's beautiful, sad and hot too. Oh goodness. *sighs*

Whoever wrote this, thank you so so so much.

[anonymous]

Yay! Thank you so much, & I'm glad you enjoyed. :)

[anonymous]

Of all the things she has been, since this insanity began, CJ has never been delusional.

She knows that this can never go anywhere, that she has simply relegated herself to the status of plaything

[pinkinks]

Oh gosh. More?

Beautiful and gorgeous. Thank you so much. I will return and give better feedback, but thank you.

[anonymous]

There might be a little more to it. Awaiting the muses to think it over a bit.

[indigo_inferno]

I love it. So So so much. You have a hand for this pairing, most definitely. May I ask for more? Please?

♥