TITLE: How to Handle A Woman
AUTHOR: Claudia Sorkin
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Toby/CJ
DISCLAIMER: I would love to call them my own, but they're not. The West
Wing and its characters belong to NBC, Warner Brothers, and, of course,
Aaron Sorkin. No copyright infringement intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I wrote this story a really long time ago, but I decided to
finally post it here. The title of this story is also the title of a lovely
song from the musical "Camelot". I don't know what it is with King Arthur
inspiring me.
I'm always the one to hold her. The one to comfort her in times of need.
I know her inside and out. Every thought, every emotion. I know every meaning behind every facial expression, every look. I know how to handle her.
CJ and I have been fiends as long as I can remember. She has always been there for me. I try to do the same for her. I think of myself as her rock to lean on. Sturdy and always there. It's all she needs from me, as a best friend.
Tonight though, as I held her weeping body in my arms, I wished I could be more.
CJ is truly a wonderful woman - strong, independent, and undeniably beautiful. She is not immune to pain though. Time and time again it seems, men- men she thinks she loves- hurt her.
I can't understand why. CJ is the best person I know. Any man would be lucky to have her. Yet every man she has ever cared for leaves her.
Except for me.
My one wish is that I could be more than a best friend to her. I already love hr so deeply. I suppose I have for years. Even while I was married to Andi, my heart belonged to CJ. It always will. In my eyes she is the most perfect thing in the world. I get wrapped up in her beauty. Her stunning deep brown eyes, which seem to pull you into the depths of her soul.her glowing, radiant smile.her silky, soft skin.simply every aspect of her.
I feel her pains, her joys, triumphs, and despairs as if they were my own. CJ gives off the impression that she is resilient, but she cries like anyone else. She is fragile, to be handled with care.
I want to be the only one to hold and caress her, but I'm too afraid that I would hurt her, like all the others. So I do the only think I know how to do. I comfort her.
I know how to handle her as a friend. I only wish I knew how to handle her as a woman.
I'm always the one to hold her. The one to comfort her in times of need.
I know her inside and out. Every thought, every emotion. I know every meaning behind every facial expression, every look. I know how to handle her.
CJ and I have been fiends as long as I can remember. She has always been there for me. I try to do the same for her. I think of myself as her rock to lean on. Sturdy and always there. It's all she needs from me, as a best friend.
Tonight though, as I held her weeping body in my arms, I wished I could be more.
CJ is truly a wonderful woman - strong, independent, and undeniably beautiful. She is not immune to pain though. Time and time again it seems, men- men she thinks she loves- hurt her.
I can't understand why. CJ is the best person I know. Any man would be lucky to have her. Yet every man she has ever cared for leaves her.
Except for me.
My one wish is that I could be more than a best friend to her. I already love hr so deeply. I suppose I have for years. Even while I was married to Andi, my heart belonged to CJ. It always will. In my eyes she is the most perfect thing in the world. I get wrapped up in her beauty. Her stunning deep brown eyes, which seem to pull you into the depths of her soul.her glowing, radiant smile.her silky, soft skin.simply every aspect of her.
I feel her pains, her joys, triumphs, and despairs as if they were my own. CJ gives off the impression that she is resilient, but she cries like anyone else. She is fragile, to be handled with care.
I want to be the only one to hold and caress her, but I'm too afraid that I would hurt her, like all the others. So I do the only think I know how to do. I comfort her.
I know how to handle her as a friend. I only wish I knew how to handle her as a woman.