Author: Angie
Email: AngieSuth@aol.com
Title: A Superior Vintage
Characters: Toby/CJ
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Have we reached our potential, Toby?
Disclaimer: Not mine at all.
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Always appreciated.
A/N: You can see it as following on from 'Who's Fooling Whom?' - If you want to.
Merci, Oro.
Once again they are standing in her apartment. Once again she is looking out on to the quiet street below. Once again they have no words.
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Until he finds them on his tongue unbidden.
"The best wines," he says, "are kept hidden for years. They lay still in darkness, dormant, releasing their richness slowly. Opened too soon, they are sour, or too strong, tannic. Left too late and they fade to a shadow of their former glory."
He trails his index finger down her bare arm, smoothing the fine hairs, and feels her shiver.
"I want to taste you, CJ." His tongue follows the path of his finger as his other arm snakes around her waist, up under her blouse and hovers beneath her breast. "I want to drink you like a fine wine at its peak. I want you to open for me and release what's inside, flow over my tongue and inside me. Warm me with your essence, wash through my blood stream until I drown in you."
"Have we reached our potential, Toby?" The words emerging through gasping breaths, the impossible heat of his fingers searing her skin, branding her as his forever.
"From that first sip," his breath coming faster now too, "I'd say the signs are promising, exciting, exhilarating. I need to drink deeper."
She is naked now.
And he.
His hands over her skin, smooth as glass.
She strips him bare. Sees through his sediment to his jewel-rich depths.
The End