Title: A Shaky Take Off And A Perfect Landing

Pairing: Leo/CJ

Rating: NC17

Spoilers: Up to and including season five but nothing specific.

Author’s Notes: What do you get for spending three nights in a hotel at Newark Airport with your best friend - A lot of giggling, constant fan fiction ideas and a penchant for road trips.

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CJ glanced up from her magazine as the tanoy stuttered and a voice announced, “We would like to advise all passengers that due to adverse weather conditions in the North East all planes to DC, New York and New Hampshire have been grounded. It is not known at this time when we will be able to resume flying to these destinations.”

Leo returned his cell to his pocket, “Did I hear that right?”

CJ nodded reluctantly. “Yup.”

He groaned audibly. “How long for?”

“Let me consult my crystal ball,” she said sarcastically.

“I just meant. . .” Inwardly he sighed. It had been the President’s bright idea for the two of them to make the trip together, although it had a touch of Abbey’s intervention about it he felt, and it had not gone well. For the most part the meetings had been a waste of time, and to top it all they had missed their original flight.

“Look, we’re stuck here, you and me, me and you.”

“You’re wigging out,” he stated, staring at her. Not that he blamed her. They had barely left the White House before one am every night that week and now it looked as though they weren‘t going to make it home that night. “If it’s going to be a while. We should get a room.”

Her eyes widened at his suggestion.

“At a hotel.”

“Leo.”

“Hell, CJ, I meant one each.” He honestly did, although the idea of waking up beside her wasn’t that terrible. Obviously she thought so, or maybe she was playing with him, he never could tell.

“And if they only have one room?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He wasn’t one for tempting fate, although considering their luck of late they’d end up in a single room in a flea pit. What was it Abbey was always saying? It’s not where you are, it’s who you’re with. As he led the way to the ticket counter to leave his cell number, he wondered if Abbey’d had a hand in the weather. Of course even she couldn’t fix that. . .

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“It’s a double room,” the receptionist said, typing at her keyboard.

“We’ll take it,” CJ announced, thankful that they had finally found a room after traipsing around six hotels, all full to capacity. She wasn’t sure of the sense of it but at least they could get some sleep.

“Can I take a name? And a credit card?”

“McGarry,” Leo announced, handing over his credit card.

“Great. We serve a continental breakfast between seven and nine thirty in the lounge. There are ice and soda machines on every floor.”

The receptionist was flirting with him. CJ couldn’t believe it. She was standing there and a girl barely out of high school was making eyes at her Leo. Whoops, Freudian slip. It was bad enough watching Josh’s fan club in action without having to witness women drooling over Leo.

“Thank you.”

Ten minutes, and a quick stop at the gift shop for supplies, later they took the elevator up to the third floor.

“Not bad,” Leo remarked. It wasn’t anywhere near as luxurious as the Watergate but then when you spent as much time in hotels as he did, one room was pretty much the same as any other. It was fairly large, the two beds taking up most of the room, covered in matching quilts, a small en - suite to one side.

CJ landed on the bed in a heap, her shoes slipping to the floor. She turned the TV on and instantly movie trailers appeared on the screen.

“Great,” Leo mumbled. “Just what I needed. A movie about dramatic climate changes.”

“Or we can watch the story of a First Daughter breaking her father’s rules,” CJ mumbled. “Or a craggy ogre falling in love with a beautiful girl. Or porn.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “CNN will work just fine.” He dropped the sack of toiletries on to the counter in the bathroom. “Do you want to shower first?”

She shook her head. “I’m going to check on the news.”

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“What the hell?” Leo yelled, appearing in the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his middle.

“That was a 747 taking off, Swiss Air I think,” she offered lightly. “I could just make out the tail.

“Funny!”

“No, really.” Her eyes roamed up and down his body. If the girl could see what you she was seeing now, she would definitely be drooling. As it was CJ couldn’t stop staring.

“Did you get through to the President?”

She shook her head, rolling over onto her stomach. “No, I thought I’d let him sit it out.“

“Are you always like this?”

“Yeah, it’s part of my charm.” CJ was frustrated, stuck in the middle of nowhere, her laptop in DC, meetings going on without her. “It was supposed to be a day trip, Leo. I have nothing with me except the clothes I’m wearing and my make up bag.”

He threw his hands in the air. “And?”

“We’re sharing a room. I have nothing to sleep in.”

Leo gulped as the towel slipped and he grabbed at it. The single sentence was sending all sorts of images to his brain. “Nothing?” he stammered.

“Just my tank top and panties.”

The image moved from his head to other regions of his body, and he began to wish he‘d chosen a bigger towel.

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After a few hours of what could loosely be called Prime Time television, they had finally agreed to switch the television off and get some sleep in the hope that they could catch an early flight back to DC.

Sleep it seemed wasn’t to be forthcoming for Leo.

Every time he closed her eyes and began to drift off a roaring noise would startle him.

“If you’re that scared, you can get in with me,” CJ mumbled in the darkness. “I promise not to jump you.”

“Well that’s no fun,” he grumbled back, rolling over to face her, sleep suddenly furthest from his mind.

Her eyes flew open in the night. Leo had blatantly suggested something inappropriate, except he had said it with a teasing tone, and Leo didn’t make inappropriate comments. “What’s you idea of fun?” CJ settled herself on her side, as another plane went over and the room shook.

“Cross word puzzles.”

“I am not sitting up all night doing crosswords,” she stated firmly, her voice laced with distain.

“So what do you want to do?” he asked, wondering how far he could push the conversation before it would be considered overstepping the line.

“We could talk,” CJ suggested, making space in the bed.

“Boring,” he threw back at her.

“I didn’t say it had to be with our mouths,” she whispered, holding her breath, waiting for him to say something.

Leo climbed out of bed, hoping what he was hearing in her voice wasn’t just friendly teasing. Gently he pulled back the quilt and slid in beside her. “Warm.”

“It’s my side of the bed,” she whispered, suddenly conscious of his arm brushing against her breast.

“Do you want to switch?”

CJ didn’t answer him.

“Is this ok?” he asked somewhat unsurely.

“Yes.” The confidence with which she spoke filled him with self assurance.

“Want a cuddle?” He lay his arm on the pillow and CJ nestled in closer.

The room shook as yet another aircraft flew overhead.

“The earth moved,” Leo grinned, all too aware of how she felt in his arms.

“Not so much. But we can work on it.”

“CJ?” he asked, his breath catching in his throat.

“Leo?”

“There’s a line that we’re teetering on the edge of.”

“We crossed the line when you climbed into bed with me.” CJ shifted position until her face was inches from his. “There’s no going back?” She asked rather than stated, fearful that he would run for the hills.

Lightly his hand slid up, cupping her cheek and stroking the smooth skin. “You can always stop me.”

“And if I don’t want to?” She breathed.

“I don’t have one night stands.”

“Good, because when you finally get around to kissing me, you’ll realize this can never be a one night stand.”

He couldn’t help but smile. There was something sexy about CJ when she was like this, all defences down, naturally beautiful, and the hint of a challenge in her eyes. Not that she wasn’t always sexy. “Really, you’re that good?”

CJ leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss, pulling away almost immediately, her eyes sparkling in the light through the curtains.

Leo hesitated, the warmth of her lips still foremost in his mind, then he kissed her again, a long, deep kiss that left her breathless.

The roar of the plane taking off distracted him momentarily and he found himself on his back looking up at her.

CJ smiled down at him. “I like you below me.”

Taken by surprise he grinned back at her and shook his head. “Nice camisole,” he whispered, his eyes drawn to the flimsy fabric, moulded to her body.

Without a hint of embarrassment, CJ raised her arms and pulled the top over her head tossing it across the room.

He swallowed hard. There was something about that moment that made him realize it was really going to happen. He was going to make love to the woman who had been part of his fantasises for as long as he could remember.

Her fingers slid up under his under shirt, her eyes firmly locked with his. “Anything else distracting you?”

Leo was fast losing all consciousness as her fingers caressed his chest and her silk panties rode up against his cotton shorts. Sitting up, he slid her back onto his thighs so he could remove his shirt. “Something barely worth mentioning.”

“These?” She slid a finger between the ribbon that held her panties in place and her skin. In a second the silk material was slipping away.

Slipping a hand into her hair he pulled her down to his lips and kissed her passionately.

CJ could feel his need pressing against her stomach, in complete contrast to the way his hands were reverently caressing her lower back.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, his mouth never breaking contact with hers. “Stunning.”

“Leo.”

“Uh huh.”

“You talk way too much.”

He grinned, rolling them over until she was on her back again. Planting gentle kisses down her collar bone and across her shoulders he slowly worked his way down her body. There were so many better things he could do with his mouth and he was more than willing to share his talents with her.

The sound of the roaring engines faded into insignificance as Leo became enthralled in the cadence of CJ’s body and the soft noises she was emitting.

“Leo,” she begged as her body lifted off the bed.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t help sounding smug as she shuddered around his fingers. “I thought you didn’t want to talk.”

She made a incoherent sound as his mouth vibrated against her. Clutching his shoulder she tried to get his attention.

Slowly he made his way up her body. “Incredible.”

“Can’t take much more. . . Sore,” she breathed, desperate for something she couldn’t bring herself to ask.

Leo gently slid his fingers from within her and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Sorry.”

CJ shook her head, a wide grin crossing her face. Her eyes never left his face as her hand slipped between them, taking him firmly in her fingers as she guided him inside.

“You sure?” he asked, feeling himself tense at the sudden warmth, all too aware that he wasn‘t going to be able to restrain himself for very long.

Her response was to rock her hips, leaving him in no doubt that she was more than sure.

Seconds later the room shook as she cried his name and he thrust into her one final time, neither sure if it was the force of their passion or outside forces, neither particularly caring.

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At first he thought it was the sound of yet another plane taking off that had awoken him, then he became aware of the light kisses on his upper torso.

“Good morning,” she whispered, lifting her head momentarily.

Leo ran his fingers through her hair as he opened his eyes. “Hey there.”

CJ moved lower, her lips becoming more insistent.

"Ah, Christ, CJ, I've heard of motels with vibrating beds but…" Leo mumbled, feeling more relaxed than he had in what seemed like forever.

"Are we back to talking about the airplanes," CJ asked, her hand wandering up his chest to caress his face. "Because I'm pretty sure most of that last round was us. Though I might have vaguely heard the roar of…," CJ's lips turned up in a smile, “engines."

“I don’t know, they were kinda drowned out,” he teased, gazing down at her in a way that told her he wasn’t complaining. "We should do it again and see if it happens? You know, test the variables."

"Oh," CJ said, a mischievous expression on her face, "I like the way you think.”

“Thinking isn’t exactly . . .,” he trailed off as her fingers drifted below the single white sheet covering his waist. “Ah, ah, ah.”

CJ blew on his navel and gazed up at him. “Shame we have a plane to catch,” she said, her face neutral and giving nothing away.

Leo reached down and cupped her face. “Miss Cregg, as Consultant to the President, I think it only prudent we take a later flight in order to study the impact of the aircraft industry on tourism further. . . So that I can give him a better presentation,” he added as closed her fingers around his shaft. “Though the presentation so far isn’t bad.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“We may be experiencing a little turbulence,” he countered. “Oxygen may be required.”

“No, we’re just at an altitude you’ve never reached before, “ she whispered. “But don’t panic I know how to execute the perfect touch down.”

The End