Title: Claddagh part 4C/4D/10 Twilight Series 5 /?
By: chipmunk and leosimpishgrin
Pairing: Leo/Margaret - Romance
Rating: ‘R’
Spoilers: None really
Timeline is near the end of year one, to start with
and then it goes off to Never, never land.
This is not strictly cannon by the show.
Doesn't matter the year or the situation.
Plot Development and Beta By: Imp [email protected]
Disclaimer: in part 1 http://www.geocities.com/chipmunkswhimseys/Claddaghpart1.html
Archived at: http://www.geocities.com/chipmunkswhimseys/TwilightMain.html
Summary: It’s Leo and Margaret’s first anniversary and nothing is going right! Friends help make it right!
Warning: Cursing! Sexual situation! This one gets warm again!!!
Link to first fic that started it all:
http://www.geocities.com/chipmunkswhimseys/DaylightSavingTimeall.html
*****
Late Friday Morning
Jed
again finds a quick moment to call Abbey and catches her in her office. “Hello, Abbey, light of my life, mirror of
my soul, the center of my love. How are
you this fine day?”
“What
a wonderful way for you to greet me, when I answer the phone. I’m fine, Jethro. I take it you’re having a great day or have you had more sugar
than you can handle today? From your
cheery greeting, it sounds like you’ve had more sugar than you should have had
for a week.”
“Now,
Abbey, I’ve not really had that much sugar, but the dessert at lunch was
wonderful. It was a delightful Raspberry
Crème Brulee and the sugar on top was caramelized to perfection. They just insisted I have a second serving,
when they saw how much I enjoyed it.
You know how I’m such a sucker for Crème Brulee of any kind. I think Leo is getting the recipe to take
home.”
“Jed,
you sound like you’re on a sugar high, just like the girls did when they would
be bouncing off the walls, after you slipped them candy behind my back.” Abbey
reminds him, just to make her point.
He’s
not going to mention to her the midnight snack that he shared with Leo last
night. She would definitely consider it
too many sweets, especially for him, in the last twenty-four hours.
He
tries to redirect the focus away from himself.
“Well, I imagine that Leo has had more sugar than I’ve had lately. In the middle of the night, Leo was up
enjoying some wonderful, large, soft, chocolate chip cookies with milk and he
also wanted a second helping of dessert at lunch.” Jed’s not gonna let her know that Leo resisted the temptation at
lunchtime and that he did not.
“And
how do you know that they were wonderful cookies, Jed? I’m sure that you remembered that you’re
‘not’ to be eating during the night or we’ll be unpacking those larger suits of
yours again! Did you just happen to
sample a few?” She’s not buying it, not at all. Abbey knows him and cookies. That’s
how and why Mrs. Landingham started having cookies on her desk? Now, was it for his benefit, or to control
him? When he wanted one, she reserved
the right to tell him yes or no? It
depended on his behavior and how many cookies he had that day. She just rationed his cookies from day to
day.
Jed
goes with a half-truth. “I did have a glass of warm milk, while Leo enjoyed his
cookies. He liked the cookies better
after he warmed them, just like I did, …do.
Damn!”
Abbey
lets out a snicker, as she smirks at being right, “Busted, Jethro. So, you two raided the cookie jar. You two are not to be trusted alone near a
kitchen. Here or when you’re away.”
Jed chuckles at her getting him to rat himself out. She can work him so easily. “Yeah, Ok, I confess. I did have cookies with Leo. I found him in the kitchen, trying to find a way to help himself get to sleep. I wanted to be there for him.”
“Yeah, I hear you. Raiding the cookie jar!” She’s bursting to tell him her news and afraid that he might get called away, she switches gears. “Jed, enough about the cookies. I have some news! I found out what Leo and Margaret’s problem is with your trip this week to London!”
Jed looks around him to pinpoint Leo’s location and lowers his voice, “Do tell, my little underground agent. What did you find out?”
Abbey
proceeds to quickly fill Jed in on what she found out last night,
about
Leo and Margaret’s anniversary that’s coming up this weekend.
At the end of her news,
both Jed and Abbey sigh sadly, as they consider the importance of the coming
weekend to their friends. They are both
upset that they unknowingly had a part in Leo and Margaret being so worried,
about the possibility of them being apart on Sunday.
Jed finally speaks, “But we didn't know. They didn’t breathe a word, then or now.”
Abbey says what her
heart feels first, “I know, Jed, but we need to get them together. We need to make this happen for them.”
“Well, Sugar, it just so happens that Pakistan and India just walked out of the conference. Leo and I are just hanging around to see it they intend to rejoin the conference or if they returned to their respective countries. I have been entertaining the idea of hopping over to Ireland, if I now get the free time.”
Abbey speculates, “I wonder if I could arrange, on such short notice, to get Margaret and I over for some private time with you guys in Ireland?”
“Oh, Abbey, that’s a wonderful idea. The four of us could possibly stay for a long weekend and visit that cozy little Irish inn that we stayed at before.”
He continues and his mind whirls with plans, “I could kill some time tomorrow, by dragging Leo around sight seeing, till you get there. I could check out the Blarney Stone. Leo would love to see it,” he teases.
In a suggestive voice she hints, “I could check out a few of those sites with you, Jed. You know, alone. I’m sure that Leo and Margaret will be able to find something to keep themselves busy.”
The President and Abby agree without words to surprise Leo and Margaret, “This will be a wonderful way to fix things for them, Jed, but can we arrange this on such short notice?”
“I’ll get Ron on it immediately. He can impress me and make this happen.” Jed chuckles and reasons, “He seems to be a man that might like a good challenge.”
Abbey is already in planning mode. “It would be feasible for us to fly over tomorrow, as Margaret already has her clothes packed for staying here. I would have to tell her that we’re going out of the country, so she could get her passport from the office safe. You know the staff keeps them at the White House for emergency trips. I will call, as soon as we hang up, and have my plane made ready for in the morning. I know that Lilly can clear my schedule for a few days.”
Pausing, Abbey then decides, “To be really sneaky, I’ll wait to tell Margaret at the last minute in the morning, so she won’t let it slip to Leo tonight and ruin the surprise.”
Jed joins in to help formulate their weekend of R&R in Ireland, away from the prying eyes of the press and the public. “Yeah, I’m not telling Leo at all, till you show up, as payback for his being pissy this week with me. I do need to let Ron know right now, so he can be doing his security thing.”
The President continues with the next breath, still planning, “I better let Josh in on what we’re planning for them, so he can cover the White House for a few more days. By the time we get back, he’ll be getting really comfortable at running the whole place. That is if Toby doesn’t kill him, while we’re away. Josh will naturally let Donna know. I’m sure she’ll be happy to cover Leo’s office for Margaret.”
“I still think Ron is just gonna kill us, for planning this at the last minute.” Abbey predicts with some hesitation.
“No, I don’t think he will. After Leo’s nightmare the other night, I’m
sure Ron realizes that we all need a break.
I’m confident that he can work it out, even if he has to call in the
Irish Garda to help with the security clearance.”
Jed remembers the small Irish
guesthouse that he and Abby stayed at for an anniversary, while he was a
student at The London School of Economics.
He so loves that it’s near the water and remembers fondly that they’d
gone horseback riding on the beach.
It’s a small, 10-room guesthouse
and on the rooms on the main floor are a dining room, sitting room and even a
small pub for the guests and a few of the locals. It’s near the town of Youghal, about halfway between Cork with
the Blarney Stone and Waterford with its world famous crystal factory. The ladies might like to hop over there to
make a few purchases. The area where
the inn is located is quite secluded, so it should be safe with the secret
service protection.
*****
Friday night - DC / Saturday morning - London
In the semi darkness of the early
morning dawn Leo’s first thought, as his mind
wakes, is that he would love to be sharing a warm cuddle with Margaret. Rubbing his face a little to bring some life
to his brain, he soon considers that she’s probably just going to sleep, as
it’s her midnight to his 5 am. He’s
thinking that he could do the next best thing and cuddle over the phone lines,
as they both would be in bed. Turning
on his side he reaches for the phone, with only one eye open and still half
asleep, he dials the number to reach her at the Residence.
Margaret answers the phone with only
the dim light coming in through the window from the grounds lights to guide
her. She hears Leo’s rumbling morning
voice. “I was waking up, Sweetheart,
and missing you. I hope I didn’t wake
you. I ah…I just wanted to call you…,
before you went to sleep to tell you good night and that I love you,
Baby.”
Margaret leans back against her
propped up pillows, smiles, getting misty eyed at him being so sweet. “I love you, Leo, and ‘Good Morning’ to
you.” A bit of worry now enters her
voice, “How was your night?”
Rolling onto his back again and
reaching behind his head, Leo punches some life back into his dented pillows,
knowing that would be her first question.
“I did sleep better last night, even with Jed checking on me. He may have checked on me more than once.”
He gives a half-awake chuckle, “The only time I know of, was not to long after
I first went to sleep and he was trying not to disturb me. You know, I’m not sure he knows how to enter
a room and not have his presence make itself known, but I just let him think he
managed to do it quietly. I had to be a
really good actor, I can tell you, when he tiptoed in just to be sure I was
really asleep, since I was lying on my side.
It never dawned on him that he might wake me, when he softly touched and
rubbed me on the shoulder, before leaving the room. ‘I love him so much’.”
Margaret slips back down in her bed
and agrees softly, “Ah, Leo, I know you do and he’s so sweet to check on
you. I was hoping he would, since I
can’t be there to do it for you myself.
I’m glad you haven’t had any repeats of your nightmares from the first
night.” The silence between them is comforting,
as they both think of Jed worrying about his Leo.
Margaret soon confesses, “Before
you called, I was just lying here trying to get to sleep by thinking about our
first year together.”
Leo is more fully awake now and so
is the rest of him, “Did you include when you started the ‘waist and up rule’?”
He asks in his best, low and sexy voice.
It’s his below the waist area that is really on his mind at this moment.
She smirks in the darkness and
purrs in reply, “Not really, but that’s when I first realized that you’re a
breast man, Leo.” Margaret smoothes her
hand down the satin front of her gown, slowly over a breast, sighing with
disappointment that it’s not his hand that’s touching her.
He happily rubs his hand up and
down his chest a few times, wishing it was her loving caress, as he agrees,
“Mmmm, guilty as charged, Baby, but you have such nice perky ones that I just
love to admire.” ~And to touch,
fondle and kiss, whenever I can.~
She gestures to the side with her
hand, “Well, I do admire you from the waist up as well, Sweetie.” She can match
his sexy suggestions. “I still remember the first time I saw you without a
shirt. It was when you threw your
t-shirt at me after getting dots of food coloring on it. You knew what you were doing to me and you
just swaggered away down the hallway. I
should have known right then that ‘you’re not too shy’!”
“So, you liked me tossing my
clothes at you?” His voice has a
definite smirking tone to the tease.
She rolls over onto her front to
hug the pillow, “Yeah, like when you were bathing Rachel and stripped to the
waist. I almost forgot to breathe, but
you just had to tease me for staring at you.” She breathes out happily at the
memory.
“What do you mean, I’m not too
shy?” He asks her tauntingly and almost
as a challenge for her to explain how.
“Well, it wasn’t long before you were feeling comfortable enough
to go shirtless around my apartment and when we went to Detroit you were happy
to slip into bed in just your satin boxers.”
She ends with a nod of her head in the dim light of the room.
“You like my satin boxers, at
least that’s what you say, right before you relieve me of them lately.” He knows she can’t deny it, so he continues,
“And you were never too shy, Baby, about kissing my jet tattoo, whenever you
got a glimpse of it.”
Margaret giggles at the truth in
his statement, as she unconsciously tucks her hear behind her ear. “Well you weren’t shy at all, when I wanted
to use my girly body puff to make bubbles all over you, when we first showered
together, maybe just a little macho at first.”
“Your theory about me just might
be right. That was about the same time
I flipped open the edge of your robe and knew for sure that you were a natural
redhead.” He knows that still makes her
blush and he loves it.
She does blush at remembering his
boldness and the shocked look on his face, when he realized she was nude
underneath.
“Leo, I think the moment I really
knew for sure, was when you first dropped your boxers in the shower.” She points
out to him.
“You dropped you panties, as well,
if I remember right and I always remember what you do with your panties. It’s a natural instinct of mine,” he boasts.
She wiggles down into the mattress, rubbing her satin covered mound, just at the thought of his caressing her panties. “Oh, Leo, you and your infatuation with my panties and what color I’m wearing each day. We seem to be on a theme here, Flyboy. Are you missing our morning hello?”
“Oh Yeah and I bet you’re missing me for more than just my cooking for you right now?”
“Oh yes, Sweetie. That’s for sure. I just can’t decide that when we’re next in bed together, if I will prefer fast and frantic or sweet and slow.” Margaret suggests in a low sexy voice to tease him.
“Oh God, Baby, please don’t put those images in my head. I’m suffering enough knowing you’re in bed without me. He instinctively rubs the front of his satin pants, just like she does to tease him.
Margaret hugs the inefficient pillow tighter against her abdomen, “Yeah, we better stop and cool down or we’ll both be needing cold showers, real soon. This is getting to be ‘too hard’ on us, with being so far apart.”
Leo groans, “Don’t mention ‘hard’, Margaret, or it’s gonna be too late for a cold shower to do me any good.”
“Sorry, Sweetie, I’ll watch what I say. We really should ‘get off’ now.” Margaret couldn’t resist the double meaning of her words and tries not to snicker. At the sexy thought of his dilemma, she happily wiggles again, as her own body lets her know that she’s also in need.
“Thanks a lot, Baby. The more you talk like that, the more ‘he’ is standing tall and is practically quivering at your suggestive wording. I can really tell he misses you.”
“I quit, Leo. Honest! I’ve got myself in a fix, as well, just thinking of your morning condition. You go shower now and I’ll try to get some sleep. I can’t wait to be in your arms again. Night or make that morning, My Love.”
“Yeah, a cold, lonely shower. I miss you. I’ll talk to you later. Luv ya, Baby.” He reaches out to hang up the phone and then flops back down flat with a sigh. Knowing that the clock is ticking, he soon raises his head and looks down at his condition, “Forget it, Buddy, she’s too far away today.” He swings his feet to the floor with resolve and gets up to start his day.
******
After the call and after getting
up for a cold drink of water, Margaret returns to bed. Snuggling under her covers, she now feels
closer to Leo tonight and she soon has a dream of her own. It seems to start at the beginning of their
relationship. Moving from the first
meals that he prepared for them, to the beauty of their first private dance in
celebration of her birthday. It then
moves on to the happiness and laughter that they shared, as she beat him with
her bunny slipper during her beauty night.
In the dream she again feels the
warm comfort of being held in his arms, just like the morning she awoke after
the first time he arrived in the middle of the night. Then she’s reliving they
fun and the small touches of their lives together back at the beginning of
their relationship. The dream moves her
on to the wit and togetherness that they had during his ‘punishment’, as he
cared for her when she was in pain and needed help. She can almost feel his firm, but gentle touch, while he rubbed
her back, as she lay across his lap.
The dream changes and drifts into
their sadder moments. Margaret moves
restlessly in the bed, as she again feels the anger and sadness of the time
when she resigned and Leo camped outside her door, while she cried on the other
side of it.
She’s struggling with the covers,
as they tangle around her. Just like
the dream is doing in her mind, as it moves into her worst moment of the last
year. Margaret seems to be suspended
in time, worrying for Leo’s safety or even his very life, as all over again the
agents will not answer any of her questions that might calm her growing panic.
The dream releases her from the
dilemma, as her mind moves on to the life they share together in the new
apartment. She relaxes and her body
calms, when in the dream she can almost smell the raspberry scent of her bubble
bath, reminding her of when Leo sat on the small stool by the tub and watched
her shave her legs. He thought it was
so sexy.
She once more sees the warm glow
of soft colored lights on his face, remembering how they had lain under the
decorated holiday tree and later moved into the sanctuary of their
bedroom. She relives wonderful glimpses
of the sweet consummation of their love, as they made love for the first time,
even if it was another of Leo’s wonderful oops’s.
The holiday spirit fills her again with the feeling of the
closeness that they shared with their extended families, all lovingly collected
around them. She drifts into a deeper,
peaceful slumber, with a slight smile gracing her face, as the dream fades with
their future warmly stretching out beyond her dreams.
*****
To be continued in Part 4D/4D of 10
If we did not break part 4 up, it would already be 35 pages and one more section to go. We were trying to keep the parts smaller and post more often this time!
Well, we tried, but RL just loves to mess up that plan!
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Posted 09-09-04