<html> <head><title>crimson champagne xx v7.0</title> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="style.css"> <body id="splash"> <h2>The Way We Get By (or Different Strokes for Different Folks.)</h2> <p>Part One (Toby/Andy)<br> <br> (He kissed her as he felt himself deflate inside of her, silently thanking her for the few minutes of closeness she allowed him to share with her.<br> (<br> (Their sex life had been so... diminished lately. Something was building between them---something as wide and as deep as the Grand Canyon, and everything they didn't say to each other was falling inside of its dark abyss. He didn't know how to cross it; she didn't attempt to cross it, either.<br> (<br> ("Toby..." she whispered against his lips, before the kiss ended.<br> (<br> (He rolled off of her and fell onto his side, facing her. She closed her eyes and smiled as he pulled the bedcovers up over their naked bodies.<br> (<br> (After another kiss, he pressed his lips to her temple and then he rolled onto his other side. With his back to her, he could ignore the look of question on her face; she wanted him to talk, she wanted to talk to him, and their latest conversation topic was conception. The last thing he wanted to do was talk.<br> (<br> (So, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.<br> (<br> (Minutes later, he heard her sighing as he felt her move on the bed. He knew she was parting her legs and rubbing her fingers against her skin, her skin slicked with both of their fluids. He heard the quick, back-and-forth movement of her finger as it teased her swollen bundle of nerves, and then he heard her smothered cry.<br> (<br> (She sighed and rolled onto her side, her back to Toby.<br> (<br> (And the canyon grew deeper.<br> (<br> (<br> (<br> <br> (Part Two (Josh/Donna)<br> <br> (She had another date. She wore another one of those dresses (that she'd be returning the next day) and applied extra makeup and perfume at her desk while he pretended to look through a filing cabinet for something he thought he lost.<br> (<br> (He smiled when she put her coat on and tightened her scarf around her neck; she asked if he'd need her afterwards and while he wanted to ruin her evening, he told her to stay away from the office. He liked the way her face would light up when he'd say that.<br> (<br> (After she left, he closed the drawer to the cabinet and went into his office. He shut the door and leaned against the wall. Someone told him it would relax him; every time he closed his eyes, though, he saw her in that dress and his blood went south.<br> (<br> (Standing against the wall turned into slumping against the wall and then into sitting on the floor. He groaned and banged his head against the hard surface behind him.<br> (<br> (Before he could rationalise his behavior, he was cupping himself through his pants and rocking gently. His erection swelled, hardening with each squeeze of his hand. He groaned again and quickly unfastened his pants.<br> (<br> (Once he was free of his pants and boxers, he wrapped one hand around himself and stroked up and down a few times. He brought his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the little bit of fluid that had already leaked out.<br> (<br> (He thought about her in the dress, with him instead of whatever local moron she was currently dating. He stroked harder and faster, even though he knew he'd regret not using lubrication later, and he thought about all the things he tried not to think about during the day when he was around her.<br> (<br> (And when he finally reached release, he imagined that he was staining her dress (and preventing her from returning it) instead of staining his floor.<br> (<br> (<br> <br> (<br> (Part Three (Abbey/Jed)<br> <br> (When he left the master bathroom, he went straight to the dresser. He started rummaging in one of his drawers for socks and underwear, before he went to the closet to find clothes to wear.<br> (<br> (As he gathered clothes, he thought about the early morning security briefings and other such meetings that he would have in the next couple of hours. He sighed and muttered under his breath; about everything that annoyed him.<br> (<br> (It wasn't until he heard his wife's throaty moan that he realised she was awake.<br> (<br> (He turned and saw the covers kicked down to the foot of the bed, his wife stretched out on her back with her silky smooth nightgown bunched up around her waist. One hand was between her spread legs; two fingers were slowly sliding in and out of her. Her other hand was busy squeezing one of her breasts.<br> (<br> ("Wondered when you were going to notice me," she murmured, her voice deeper than usual, as she looked at him with eyes that were darker than usual.<br> (<br> ("Wow."<br> (<br> (She licked her lower lip before sinking her teeth into it; her eyes flickered shut and her fingers resumed pumping in and out.<br> (<br> (He slowly walked towards her. The closer he got, the harder it became to move; by the time he sat on the bed, he could hardly think because his blood was pounding above his neck and below his waist.<br> (<br> (When he walked down to the Oval Office, much later that morning, he was smirking to himself.<br> (<br> <br> (<br> (<br> (Part Four (Sam/Toby)<br> <br> <i>Dear Sam,</i><br> (<br> (The second he opened the envelope and saw his lover's handwriting on the yellow paper, he felt himself harden inside his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath and walked over to the bed in his hotel suite.<br> (<br> (<i>We're at 'debate camp' right now, and you're standing up at the podium pretending to be Ritchie. I should be thinking about the debate but you're wearing my sweater and your hair is falling down in your face and you just nibbled on your lower lip, so I am properly distracted.</i><br> (<br> (He loosened his tie and unfolded the rest of the letter to see that there was only one page. He sagged and relaxed; the last time his lover mailed him a letter, it was five pages long and he hadn't gotten any sleep that night.<br> (<br> (<i>I'm going to put this in your briefcase before you go to meet with Horton Wilde's people. I hope you find it when you're on the plane. I like the idea of you getting hard, sitting in your seat, praying no one notices. But, if you find it in your hotel room, that'll be good, too.</i><br> (<br> (He chuckled quietly and set the letter down to take a sip of the scotch he had poured when he returned to the room.<br> (<br> (<i>I want you to undress, slowly. I want you to take your suit off, layer by layer, until you're standing in nothing but your boxers and undershirt. And then, I want you to put your free hand on your chest, covering one pectoral muscle. Slide your hand away, until just your fingers are touching your nipple; pinch it until it is a hard point, straining against the thin fabric of your shirt. Then, do the same thing to your other nipple. If you want to whimper while you're doing that, I want you to whimper. I wish I could hear you.</i><br> (<br> (He let out a shaky breath as he teased his left nipple into a taut point. When he moved to the other one, an electric current ran to his groin; he bit back a moan and as he teased his right nipple, a quiet whimper bubbled out of his throat.<br> (<br> (<i>Slide that hand down to your cock. Cup yourself. Are you getting hard?</i><br> (<br> (Sam's breathing had deepened, sounding raspy at the same time as he cupped his growing erection. He felt his body sway; standing was getting to be too difficult to do.<br> (<br> (<i>I suppose I should let you sit down. I don't want to, though. I want you to struggle. I want you to suffer as much as possible, as much as you make me suffer when we're together.</i><br> (<br> ("Oh god," he croaked after reading those words on the yellow paper.<br> (<br> (<i>Take your undershirt and boxers off, Sam, and get on the bed. Lie down and spread your legs. When you're settled, take your drink and pour a little bit on your chest. (I hope it's scotch; that would make it better.) Then, rub your fingers in it, smearing the alcohol over your skin. I want you to taste it, to cover the pads of your fingers in it and bring it to your lips.<br> (<br> (Remember that time I poured my scotch on your chest and licked it off of you? I want you to taste your skin the way I love to taste it.</i><br> (<br> (He felt his erection twitch as it hardened even more. The cold, wet splash made him gasp; as it warmed, he relaxed and when his hand was free, he slowly brought his fingers down into the little puddle. He rubbed it around the centre of his chest and then brought his fingers to his lips as he read the next paragraph of the letter.<br> (<br> (<i>I want you to continue doing this until the alcohol is gone. Suck on your fingers. Imagine it's me you're sucking on, hollow your cheeks out because you're sucking so hard.</i><br> (<br> (He felt his stomach tighten as he thought about pleasuring his lover orally. He pushed his fingers into his mouth, taking them all the way up to his hand and ignoring the need to gag as he sucked hard on them. His hips flexed in reaction.<br> (<br> (<i>Take your fingers out of your mouth, and trail them down your stomach. Wrap your hand around your cock and squeeze it.</i><br> (<br> (He almost shouted out when his hand wrapped around his erection. He settled for wriggling a bit against the bed and whimpering.<br> (<br> (<i>How bad do you want it, Sam?</i><br> (<br> ("Do you really have to ask?" he demanded of the letter.<br> (<br> (<br> (<br> <br> (Part Five (CJ/Leo)<br> <br> (She undressed on her way to her bedroom, peeling the layers of stress associated with being the press secretary away as she peeled away the layers of her suit.<br> (<br> (It had been an unbearable day---especially since she spent most of it with the latest feature of many of her fantasies. She needed to unwind.<br> (<br> (Before she climbed onto her bed, she took a couple of pillows and stacked them on the bed. Then, she opened the top drawer on her bedside table and took out her favourite weapons of choice: a vibrating egg and a thick and long dildo that would stretch her in all the right places.<br> (<br> (She was already wet in anticipation; sliding the dildo inside of her was no problem. With that inside of her, she eased herself onto the bed, kneeling and straddling the pillow. She turned the egg on and set it against her as she slowly fell forward. She propped herself up on her elbows as she adjusted her position against the pillows, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Then, she grabbed a pillow for her head; she buried her face in it as she rocked against the pillows, against the toys that were slowly warming her body.<br> (<br> (In that position, she could let herself imagine the things she wanted to imagine. She imagined the man she secretly desired was behind her, slowly thrusting in and out of her; she flexed her hips a little too hard and the silicone tube inside of her tapped her cervix, making her wince and moan at the same time.<br> (<br> (She cursed when her phone rang, but upon seeing the White House prefix on the number, on the phone's display screen, she grunted and reached to her bedside table to answer it.<br> (<br> ("Hello?"<br> (<br> ("CJ, hey, I caught you."<br> (<br> (She pushed down into the pillow a little harder, taking more of the toy inside of her. She didn't wince that time; she shivered.<br> (<br> ("You definitely did, Leo," she murmured, hoping she didn't sound too aroused in her boss' ear. "What's up?"<br> (<br> ("I just wanted to ask..."<br> (<br> (She could barely focus as he talked about the press conference they were having the next day. She rocked back and forth; the inside-outside sensations combined with his voice in her ear were almost too much to take.<br> (<br> ("Well, yeah... I mean, he did fine in prep," she said, trying to keep her voice even as her hips started moving faster and harder. "What are you worried about again?"<br> (<br> (She couldn't hear his response. His voice was filling her head---and her fantasies---but the words weren't registering with the part of her brain that handled language. She was approaching climax and nothing else seemed to matter. It was dangerous but she didn't care.<br> (<br> ("It'll be fine, Leo," she assured him, knowing her breath was a little heavier than usual and that her voice was definitely not the voice she used when discussing the press or the president.<br> (<br> ("You okay, kid?"<br> (<br> (The instant he asked that, she had to flip the phone so the mouthpiece was over her head. She had pushed back too hard while pushing down too hard, and the sensations were too much; she whimpered and her elbows gave way as her orgasm exploded inside of and over her.<br> (<br> ("CJ?"<br> (<br> (She wiggled her toes and slowly stretched them out as she rested on top of the pillows, feeling full and sated as the vibrations continued against her pulsing nerves.<br> (<br> (Sliding the phone back into place, she smiled and sighed. <br> (<br> ("Mmm?"<br> (<br> ("You sure you're okay?"<br> (<br> ("Yeah," she murmured, "I'm just a little sleepy."<br> (<br> ("You sure?"<br> (<br> ("Yeah," she said quietly, her cheeks flushing. "Believe me, I'm fine."<br> (<br> ("Okay. See you at work tomorrow?"<br> (<br> (She smiled. "You bet. Good night, Leo."<br> (<br> ("Sweet dreams, CJ." <br> (<br> <br> <center>The End!</center><br> <br> </p> </body>