Title: Some things, money can�t buy. The staff file out and I turn to pick up a file. As I look up, Jed�s standing in the doorway, watching me. He smiles a little, nods and I smile back. We�re okay. We weren�t for a few minutes back there, but we are now. Sometimes, I know, I shout a little too loudly. And, usually, he takes it. Not tonight. We rowed. Something we don�t do publicly. This wasn�t just the President and his Chief of Staff arguing. This was Jed and Leo shouting at each other until, again unusually, Jed gave in. I�m usually the one who makes up first. In a year and a half of being I the White House, this is our first public row. We shouted at each other for ages, Charlie only feet away, until we were both all yelled out. I was right. But that didn�t matter. Air was most definitely cleared tonight. �Night Leo.� It�s like the Waltons as the senior staff and their assistants leave for the day. I half-expect someone to actually say �Goodnight John Boy�. Most times, I don�t even look up, but there�s one voice which snaps my attention from the FEC briefing folder I�m reading. I�m not sure everyone�s left, and I stick to a safe: �Goodnight Mr President.� �About earlier�� He�s in my office now. His white shirt is almost as creased as my blue one. It�s been a long day. And I�m sure I look as tired as he does. Probably more tired. And I�ve still got hours of work to do before I can leave. �Forget it, Sir.� �Leo�� �Sir, it�s okay. It�s done. Go to bed.� I look up again as he takes the folder from me, laying it carefully on the desk next to where I�m leaning. �Don�t you mean �come to bed�?� I smile. �Abbey out of town?� �Yup. Back tomorrow afternoon. We�re having lunch. Wanna join us?� �Sir, I�ve got a ton of work�� �Delegate, Leo.� �Sir�� �Leo, a couple of hours now and a couple of hours tomorrow. What harm can it do?� �Do you want John Bacon and Pattie Calhoun on the FEC?� �Let Josh do it.� He�s standing as close to me as he can get without actually touching any part of me now and I can feel my resolve weakening as other parts of me do the opposite. �I�ll be up in a few minutes Sir.� Out of sight of anyone else, his hand drops to my fly. �Seems to me you�re up right now Leo.� �Sir!� Scowling, he walks out quickly, his Secret Service detail following him, no doubt wondering why his mood changed so quickly. ******************* I can hear his voice in the corridor, talking to the Agents outside the door. I often wonder what he finds to talk to each of them about, but he always seems to spend just a couple of minutes chatting every time he comes up here. Maybe I�ll ask him. The door opens and I hear him locking it as he comes in. �Jed?� �In here.� He�s already left his jacket in the sitting room, along with his tie. But he waits until he�s standing in the bedroom doorway to lose his shirt and pants. �Like �em?� I pull my glasses back on, and look closely at his silk boxers. Black, probably silk, with little pictures of the White House dotted all over them. �Where the Hell did you get those?� �They�re a best-seller in the gift shop.� �They sell those?� �Oh yeah. Twenty dollars and you too can have the most powerful building in the world right next to your skin.� I peel off my glasses. �How much d�you think they�d pay to have the most powerful man in the world next to their skin?� Leo shakes his head. �I�ve had offers. None of them high enough.� �People want to sleep with me?� �With me!� That�s it. �Get over here.� A few strides and he�s climbing onto the bed. �Anything you say, Mr President.� �And get those damn boxers off. I�m gonna have to talk to someone about those.� �The socks are nice too.� �Socks?� �Yeah, and the ties.� �Leo.� �Yeah?� �Shut up kiss me.� �Jed.� �Yeah?� �They do the boxers in your size too.� End Home Send me feedback on this fic Return to the X-Files Fic Index Return to the West Wing Fic Index