Tangible Schizophrenia


Jaffa Cakes

Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Here, Will/Elizabeth/James.
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For ooktavia, in return for the yummy food.
Summary: If you haven’t tried them, shut up. They really are that good.


James pressed his hand a little harder against his face, then took it down.

No, the two of them were still moaning and writhing voluptuously across the couch, rubbing and twining around each other in entirely inappropriate ways. As he watched, Elizabeth reached over Will’s slumped body to flail a new piece into her hand, which rested there for only an instant before disappearing into her mouth. Her face took on an expression of pure bliss and she emitted a long, low thrum of satisfaction.

For James, it was hard to tell whether this was supposed to be appealing or disturbing. “It hasn’t been that long for you, surely…”

“Six months,” Will mumbled, popping two more Jaffa cakes between his lips. “Six months. You can’t get them here, and Jack refuses to make them priority bootleg…”

“Thank you so very, very much, Jaime,” Elizabeth purred, squirming up and leaving traces of orange and chocolate on James’ mouth. “In fact, so much that it can’t be properly expressed in words. Right, Will?”

He nodded, grinning around a bit of cake, and then the world tipped sideways for James.