Notes: This is my first TWWfic. I have only seen season one so far, so there are references to things we learned in season one, and anything we learn later I do not know yet.
This is going to be a series of ten drabbles. I started off writing a couple of isolated ones, and then realized there was an unintentional connection between them. I had the idea to do a sort of chronology. They're not all fully completed yet, but here's the first one, and I'll do my best to post one a day until I'm done.
Feedback is very much appreciated!
He watches when he can. Seeing her handle the press has an odd inexplicable effect on him, an effect he seeks because somehow it feels good.
She saunters out after a particularly strenuous round, flushed with victory, and sees him there. She flashes him a confidant grin. "That turn you on, Tobe?"
"Yes," he says, and her eyebrows flick upward, her mouth quirks in amusement.
"Say it, Toby. Say, 'CJ, you know your stuff.'" He stares, expressionless. "Fine, I'll go get Danny to tell me."
He grabs her arm. "Wait a minute, there's no need for that."
Her eyes twinkle.