crack_van | Don't Marry Her, Fuck Me by Violet (R)

Fandom: THE WEST WING
Pairing: Toby/Ann Stark
Author on LJ:

tangleofthorns
Author Website: Spark Girls
Why this must be read:

During The Leadership Breakfast Toby said there was a time when he and Ann Stark could sit over a few bourbons and talk. This fic creates a great backstory for Toby and Ann, with a lovely sort of friendly antagonism between them.

"She's kind of living with me," he mutters when his glass is empty.

She raises her eyebrows over her last sip. "Kind of?"

"Her shit's all over the bathroom," he explains. "But she's not, we're not usually there at the same time."

It's a stupid, obvious question, but she has to ask it. "So why did you ask her to marry you?"

He touches his forehead with his free hand. "She's... interesting."

"Lots of people are interesting. I'm interesting." He grinds his thumb against her instep, and she wiggles involuntarily in her seat. "Liz Taylor's interesting."

"Liz Taylor wouldn't be any good at defending the First Amendment. And she wouldn't marry me."

"Why not? She's married everyone else." She licks a film of alcohol off her lower lip. "I gotta tell you, Toby, those are lousy criteria for a wife."

Don't Marry Her, Fuck Me