"I hate taxis," CJ muttered as they lugged their baggage further into the room. "And bellboys."

"Why bellboys?" Leo grunted.

"Because they dump the bags in the doorway," CJ muttered. "Well, we're here," she said. "Now what?"

"Now we... sit and watch a movie?" Leo suggested.

“You promised me wooing and lots of sex,” CJ moaned.

“Yeah, but we have three days.”

“How about a walk then?”

"A walk sounds good," he said, sliding off the edge of the bed. "Central Park?"

"Sure," CJ laughed. "Or we could just walk around Times Square..."

"Whatever you want, kitten..."

She smirked. "Can I have my way with you in a public place?"

He blushed.

“Sorry,” she giggled.

“Come on, a short walk, sex in the hot tub and then I’ll buy you dinner,” he suggested, pulling her into his arms and kissing her firmly on the mouth.

“Okay, but I’m buying dinner.”

“CJ, the wine’s ten dollars a glass,” Leo retorted.

"Okay, so you can buy dinner," she said, eyes wide. "And.… maybe we don't have to have sex?"

Leo turned and stared at her. "What?"

"I just said..."

"I heard you -- are you sick?"

"No…” She slapped his hands away when he tried to feel her forehead. "LEO!"

“No sex?”

“I just thought it would be nice if we could talk and do the other stuff.”

Leo stepped away and held onto her hand firmly, “Kitten, what’s wrong?”

She smiled unconvincingly. "Nothing's wrong, I just want to spend some time with you, is all..."

"CJ," he said softly. "If you can't tell me, who can you tell?"

"I forgot my birth control pills," she admitted, sheepishly looking down at the ground.

Leo tilted her chin and gazed into her eyes, “I didn’t even know you were on anything.”

“Um, yeah, recently,” she stammered under his intense gaze. “Are you mad at me?”

“For what?”

“The whole baby thing,” she announced waving her arms. “I wasn’t exactly honest.”

He shrugged. "You didn't feel you needed to be, so..."

She stared at him for a long time. "You should be furious with me," she said quietly. "You should be angry enough to pack up and leave."

"I'm not leaving," he said, moving closer. "How many times do I have to tell you that, CJ? Who scarred you this deeply?" he whispered, kissing her gently. "I'm not him, CJ, and I'm not going to leave you, no matter how much you piss me off."

“Then you won’t mind going downstairs and visiting the vending machine,” she asked quietly.

“You want me to buy condoms?”

CJ nodded.

“I’m going to have to find a store somewhere, are you coming with me?”

"Well, yeah, 'cause I can't trust you to get the right kind," she teased, slipping her shoes back on.

"Oh really..."

"Yeah, really."

"Which kind would that be?" he asked, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her.

"Any kind that fits..." she mumbled through the kisses. "We'd better get going before..."

“Before what?” he asked innocently, as his hand slid down her back and over her bottom to cup her gently.

CJ pulled back and swatted him, “Before you get outta hand.”

Leo held his hands up in surrender, “Okay. But I’d rather be in your hand.”

CJ rolled her eyes and opened the door to the suite, “And no groping in the lift.”

They climbed into the elevator and began a slow descent down from the 34th floor. Halfway down, Leo began stroking the small of her back, and nibbling her earlobe.

"Leo..." she hissed.

"Hmm?"

He grabbed her ass, and she turned to slap him, but ended up kissing him hard and hungrily.

The doors opened and people gaped at them making out in the elevator.

"Mommy, that man is eating that lady!" a little boy screamed.

Leo released CJ and stepped away, his face a nice shade of crimson. Striding ahead he headed for the doors, CJ trotting behind.

Once they were outside she pulled him to a stop and stepped in front of him. “Are you okay?”

He refused to look at her as he contemplated the stupidity of what he had just done.

“Leo?”

“That was stupid, what if there had been a journalist there?” he griped. “I’m being reckless.”

“Because we made out in an elevator?”

“No,” he grumbled, “Because we are so different, taking risks and not thinking about consequences.”

"Isn't that what love is about?" she asked very quietly.

"CJ..."

"Shh....” she whispered, looking him over, her eyes finally resting on his face a very long time. "Love is the biggest crapshoot next to life itself, Leo. Everything has consequences, yes, but if you don't take the risk, you're never going to love anyone." She caressed his cheek. "Let's either go ring hunting or back upstairs and make love."

His face broke out in a big grin and he gazed up at her, “Really?”

“Well we need to find the latex first but….”

“Ring hunting,” he squealed, practically bouncing.

“I’m not saying yes,” she explained, “I’m saying we might as well buy the ring just in case.”

“I know just the place,” he grinned, “Diamonds, rubies, emeralds?”

"I like pearls and gold," CJ said. "Diamonds not so much." She smiled at him. "You look like a little kid at Christmas!"

"Well, for cryin' out loud, CJ..." He grabbed her around the waist and twirled her around. "Come on," he insisted.

"I guess we'll pick up the condoms on the way back?" she said.

"Well, how about on the way back from dinner?"

“I’m not dressed for dinner,” she protested.

Leo waved his hand in disregard. “Why worry about the small things?”

“Speaks Mr Laid Back.”

“You really want a pearl? How about a sapphire?” he quizzed, leading her along the street.

“Leo!” She finally exclaimed stopping mid stride and causing him to swing around.

“What?”

"You're really sweet, but you could just take me in there," she said quietly, pointing to a small antique shop. "I know I'll find something I'll like in there."

"You're into antiques?" he asked as she practically dragged him into the shop.

"Jewellery, yeah," she said with a smile, making a beeline for the glass display case of jewellery. "THAT ONE!" she exclaimed, pointing at a pearl and pink topaz ring in the back.

Leo leaned over the glass and examined the ring. “You like that one?”

“Uh-huh, can I try it on, please?”

He shook his head and grinned, “Now who’s like a kid in a candy store?”

“Please,” she begged, kissing his cheek repeatedly.

“Excuse me,” Leo called to the young assistant. “Can we take a look at something in the case?”

Leo stood back and watched as the two women removed the ring from the display and CJ held it in her hand.

“Try it on,” Leo encouraged.

She didn’t need telling twice. CJ slipped it on to her ring finger and held it out to show him, “Perfect. What do you think?”

He smiled and leaned to kiss her knuckles, then her hand, then her wrist. "That's what I think," he whispered, standing up straight again and kissing her on the lips.

"But that doesn't mean..."

He shook his head and chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He looked at the assistant, who had gotten dreamy-eyed on them. "We'll take it," he said with a smile.

"That will be..."

"I don't care how much it is, we'll take it," Leo said with a grin, fumbling for his wallet. He handed the girl his credit card.

“And can you wrap it, please,” he added.

CJ pouted and glared at him.

“I’m going to hold onto it until you say yes.”

“That’s blackmail,” she whined.

Leo grinned and pretended to browse the rest of the store. “Insurance,” he called over his shoulder.

“We need to get the condoms on the way back, “she yelled across the store, smirking.

Leo flushed crimson and glanced across at the girl who was staring at him.

He hurried back to CJ's side. "I can't believe you did that..."

"Give me my ring, then."

"Marry me."

"Okay."

He did a double take. "What?"

"I said okay. I said yes. Give me my ring."

“Just like that?”

“Yeah, I’ll marry you.”

Leo looked away briefly to sign the credit slip and take the box. Holding it behind his back he grinned. “When?”

“When what?”

“When will you marry me?”

“We can talk about that later, “CJ said, reaching around him.

“Uh-huh, no way, “Leo teased, “I want a date first.”

She smirked. "How about tomorrow?"

"Are you being funny or serious?"

"Believe it or not, I'm being serious," she said softly.

"Ohmygod, look at them," the assistant breathed to another girl. "Isn't that so romantic?"

"Tomorrow, then," Leo said softly, kissing her. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered. "Now can I have my damn ring?"

“Say please.”

“Leo!”

He looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

CJ opened her mouth and he clamped his over hers, kissing her passionately. His fingers opened the box and as she concentrated on his lips and tongue caressing her mouth he slipped the gold band up her finger.

"Oooooohhhh...." the salesgirls sighed in unison.

When Leo broke the kiss, CJ was fairly weak in the knees. "That was a nice please," Leo said softly, kissing her lightly on the tip of the nose.

"Take me back to the hotel and we'll have a nice thank you, too..." she whispered. "Condoms be damned."

Leo fished in his wallet and pulled a ten-dollar note out. Holding onto CJ’s hand he led her towards the door. Pausing he tossed the bill on the counter and told the girls to have a drink on him.

He couldn’t remember the walk back to the hotel; he was practically flying. In truth he was dying to pick up the phone and call Abbey, that somehow he thought wouldn’t go down well.

They managed to behave in the elevator, and all the way back to their room. But as soon as the door was closed, CJ was all over him.

Their mouths warred hungrily for supremacy, hands flying over each other's clothes, fumbling for buttons and snaps. CJ pulled back to breathe and moaned, "Leo, slow down..."

“We’ll have plenty of time for that when we’re married.”

“You’re going to rip my skirt,” she whined as his hand slipped beneath the waistband.

“I’ll buy you another,” he whispered, brushing against her silk panties.

“What about the hot tub?” CJ panted, arching against his hand.

“Later,” he muttered, “Don’t have time. Fuck CJ, how many layers are you wearing?”

"Just my.... skirt and... slip.... garter belt... panties... stockings," she gasped between hungry kisses as he pushed her against the door.

"Way too much," he groaned, trying to figure out how to get the garter belt off.

“Says the man who wears suspenders,” CJ winced as the elastic hit her leg. “Let me do that.” As her fingers flew across the belt she failed to notice Leo shedding his clothes. When she looked back up he was staring at her hungrily.

“And the rest,” he indicated, snickering as her eyes became firmly fixed on his erection.

"O...okay," she stammered, feeling like, for the first time, she was baring her soul for him as she took off the rest of her clothes. She blushed under his scrutiny.

"Beautiful," he said, kissing her hungrily again, twirling her and pushing her against the door.

“Leo,” she mumbled softly between his kisses.

“Kitten?” he murmured as he nipped down her throat to her collarbone.

“Relax and let me love you.”

"But I want to love you..." he protested.

"I already know you love me, Leo, and you... show your... appreciation... oh... oohhhhh... every....oooh.... day... but I wan....OH!" she cried as his fingers caressed her clit gently.

Briefly CJ felt his fingertips brush her breast as he gently explored every inch of flesh.

“Well I’m on top and that means I get to decide,” he said, settling his attention on her center.

“Not fair,” she groaned, closing her eyes and wrapping her leg around his hip.

"It's perfectly fair," Leo taunted softly.

"Oh God...." she groaned, arching and moaning.

"Shh..." he whispered, pushing a gentle finger inside her.

“Leo,” she cried as he teased her with his thumb and forefinger. “More.”

Leo smirked and withdrew his finger.

“Leo,” she protested.

“Hush, I need to get something from my case.”

She moaned in dismay as he left her, slumped against the door. She, after a moment, straightened up and followed him deeper into their suite. She covered his eyes with her hands and whispered, "Guess who..."

"My soon to be wife?" Leo said, fighting a smile.

“CJ Cregg-McGarry, CJ McGarry-Cregg, Claudia McGarry,” CJ listed. “How about Leo Cregg?”

“Kitten, can we leave the formalities for later,” he groaned. “I packed one of your toys.”

CJ glanced to the object he was absentmindly stroking in his hand. “Uh Leo?”

"Yeah?"

"You do realize you're jacking my vibrator?" she giggled, kissing him on the cheek and yanking the toy out of his hands.

"Uh..." His face was bright red.

"That's okay," she purred, throwing the toy across the room. "It's nice that you packed it, but I don't think I'll be needing it." She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.

“CJ?”

“Um,” she mumbled, leaning forward to bite down on his nipple.

“What are you planning?” he asked hesitantly.

"Who says I'm planning?" she purred against his skin. "The only thing I'm planning at the moment is how to mark you as mine so no one else takes you..."

"CJ!" he gasped as she gently scratched his stomach with her nails.

"A hickey would work..."

“Why not just tattoo me?” he groaned as her fingers slowly worked their way lower.

“That would work, we could have his and hers.”

Leo shook his head, and clutched at her hips. “I was kidding.”

“Handcuffs maybe,” she mused, as her fingers tightly gripped his erection.

"Dammit, CJ!" he groaned, arching into her hand.

She lowered her eyes demurely and smirked as she stroked his length, gently scraping her nails down the sides. He gasped and his cock twitched.

"You're very close," she purred.

"And you're a horny bitch," he ground out.

"Don't say things like that to your mistress," she purred, leaning down to kiss him. "Your wife might get jealous..."

“I don’t know what to say to that,” he admitted, gazing up at her.

CJ’s fingers continued to deftly bring him closer to release.

“Why do I get the feeling this is all too easy?” Leo gasped as her thumb rolled around his tip.

She smiled and kissed him before sliding slowly onto his erection and rolling them so he was on top and her legs were thrown over his shoulders.

He grunted. "So much for easy..."

She laughed. "You should've expected this," she gasped as he began to move.

“I knew there was going to be something, there’s always something,” he grumbled, shifting her legs to distribute the weight.

CJ reached behind her head and grabbed the headboard as he drove into her. Her reply was incoherent as she felt him hit her g spot and the world crashed around her.

She panted and writhed beneath him as she groaned and arched, trying to drag him deeper into her. He grunted and thrust into her over and over until he thought he would black out.

She made a sudden, high-pitched noise and he felt her contract around him, her body's grip stronger than he had felt it before. He groaned and spilled into her as she slammed into an explosive orgasm that rocked not only her world, but his as well.

He collapsed onto her and let out the breath he had been holding. His breathing continued ragged as he gently slipped from her.

CJ wrapped her arms around him and held him against her chest, her own breathing laboured.

They lay entwined for minutes as each tried to gain equilibrium.

"Wow," CJ moaned finally, still breathing hard. "I mean.... wow. Just... wow."

Leo made an unintelligible noise in the back of his throat, and she sighed softly, kissing him on the cheek. "Does this mean dinner is out?" she whispered.

His response was to roll off of her and curl up in a ball, snoring softly.

CJ shrugged and nuzzled down against his back, her arm wrapped tightly across his chest.

She closed her eyes and kissed his back, drifting off into sleep.

When she woke up again, the sun had already set, and the lights of Times Square had come on in force for the night. She got up, leaving Leo still sleeping, and put on her robe, going over to the window to look out over the expanse of neon lights.

Leo rolled over and reached out for CJ, finding nothing but an empty pillow he slowly opened one eye. He knew she wasn’t far away by her scent on the pillow.

“CJ?” he called softly, “Where are you?”

“I’m over here,” she replied, turning from the window. “It really is quite beautiful here.”

“Yeah.”

“Everything in DC is so small.”

Leo chuckled. "New York's pretty small, too, actually..."

She turned back to him and smirked. "So, what was that you said about Tavern on the Green and the Russian Tea Room earlier? Something about reservations...?"

Leo glanced down at his wrist. “Yeah, well if we hurry we might just make it.”

“I can be ready in a flash, and when we get back you owe me a hot tub,” she purred, heading into the bathroom.

Leo shook his head and stifled a chuckle. He'd either end up dead at her hands sexually, or he'd die a happy old man in his bed, cuddled up next to her. He stared out the window a few moments longer, then went to pull his things together for a quick shower when she was finished.

When he got out of the shower and went back into the main room, CJ was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. "You almost ready?" he asked quietly, so as not to break her concentration as she lined her eyes.

She looked up and nodded. "Give me two more minutes," she said.

"You look wonderful," he said, pressing a kiss to her bare back.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she teased, “Although I’m sure there’s some sort of dress code.”

“You don’t think they’d appreciate a quick peak at the McGarry jewels?” he asked, strutting around in front of her.

“Oh. My. God,” she shrieked, throwing down the pencil and breaking into hysterics. “Did--you--just call them--McGarry jewels?”

He got a wounded look on his face, and she came over to kiss him. "I'm sorry, it was just so goddamn funny..." she managed to say between hysterical giggles.

He pouted and turned away a little huffily.

"Leo," she said, turning him back. "I was laughing because it was funny, I wasn't laughing at you."

"I know," he said, smiling that disarming grin.

"Go get dressed!" she said in exasperation, sending him on his way with a swat on the backside as he passed by.

As she sat down on the dishevelled bed and watched him dress she had to admit a part of her was sad. Tomorrow they would be married, and that was something which made her happy. It was only the absence of their friends that put a dampener on events. The reception in DC was going to have to be one hell of a party.

CJ came out of her daydreams and looked up.

Leo stood before her buttoning his blazer. He was as always the epitome of well-dressed men, and all hers to boot.

“How is it you’re so damn sexy?”

He grinned at her. "Because I'm enticed to greater things by a very sexy woman I'm going to make my wife," he said, and she couldn't tell if he was joking or serious. "Now, how are you so sexy?"

"Well, for one thing, I'm very secure in that I am a woman, I love sex, and if I want to feel sexy, I know I'm going to have to look it, and act it." She raised an eyebrow. "You like the dress?"

He licked his lips.

She twirled around in front of him. “No VPL.”

“What?”

CJ shook her head, “No visible panty line -- it’s the edible panties --they don’t spoil the line.”

“Good god woman,” he groaned, “Let’s go before you start getting all worked up again.”

“Like you’re not?” she retorted, licking her lips at the obvious bulge in his pants. “You know,” she said, grinning wickedly, “Staff meetings are never going to be the same again.”

He groaned. "Don't remind me..."

She smirked and took his hand. "Let's go -- at least if you're sitting, the hard-on isn't so noticeable..."

"Very very funny," Leo grumbled. "It doesn't help that you're wearing that..."

She grinned. "Of course, every other man in the restaurant will be frothing at the mouth to fuck me..."

"CLAUDIA!"

CJ shrugged and took two steps, giving him a full view of the back of her dress, or rather the lack of a back.

“Hell,” he muttered, “We’re both going to hell.”

They rode the elevator in silence, his fingers firmly entwined in hers as the other two men in the small compartment stared longingly at her breasts.

“So what’s you wife doing this weekend?” CJ asked, loudly.

Leo gaped up at her.

“Oh come on darlin’” CJ drawled. “Where did you tell her you were going to be? Not another conference,” she purred, reaching across to finger his lapels. “That’s so passé. Everyone sleeps with their secretary at those things.”

"Uh..." he croaked.

"Oh, I know where you told her you'd be," CJ purred, rubbing their joined hands gently against his crotch. "Didn't your daughter have a play this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah," Leo stammered as he felt the eyes of the men shift to him.

"So, when are you going to divorce her and marry me?" CJ whined petulantly.

“Kitten?” he muttered under his breath.

“So now you’re changing your mind on that too.” She pulled her hand away. “First it was the breast enhancement.” She turned to the two men and cupped each breast in a hand. “Don’t you think I need more lift?”

One of the men gulped, and the other ogled her with a wide grin. She winked at the ogler and turned back to Leo. "So, you know, I really think you're a real jerk instead of the nice married man I decided would make a good fuck...,” she said.

"Jesus H. Christ, save me," Leo moaned.

"I'll take her if you don't want her," the ogler said.

She stared at him a long time before smacking him with her handbag. "You jackass," she yelped.

“Hey, I’m in real estate,” he yelped.

As the lift came to a halt the other guy winked at Leo and whispered, “Good luck mate.”

Leo shook his head as he pushed CJ out in front of him. “What if one of them is a journalist?”

She snorted. "I can spot a journalist a mile away." She shrugged. "Now please, tell me you don't see John Hoynes over there," she hissed, gesturing.

"What?"

"There's a guy that looks like John Hoynes over by the bar."

“Can you see five men in dark suits milling about?”

“No.”

“Then it’s probably not.” Leo glanced at his watch, “We really need to get going or we’ll lose the reservations.”

She nodded and took his arm. "I'm sorry, I just..."

"It's okay," he said as he led her out to the waiting limo. "We travel in style," he said as the chauffer aided her into the car.

She chuckled and looked at the minibar inside. "I'm going to have..."

"Oh God, no alcohol," Leo moaned.

"A coke."

“Okay.”

“You know I’ve never seen New York by night,” she sighed wistfully.

Leo grinned and covered her hand with his own. “After dinner I’ll have the driver give us a tour.”

CJ leaned into him as the chauffeur headed out into the traffic.

"Why did you do that in the elevator?" Leo asked a few minutes later.

"DO what?" she asked innocently.

"You know what I'm talking about."

She rolled her eyes. "Because it was fun -- you forget I like to play mind games with inferior creatures."

“CJ.”

“Guys like that look at me and think I’m some sort of bimbo. It’s nice to play them occasionally,” she smirked.

“I can’t ever imagine you as a bimbo.”

“Look at the way Bruno treats Margaret,” CJ said sarcastically.

“Uh?”

“Leo, he’s patronising and then he acts as though he doesn’t know her name. All because she’s your assistant,” CJ hissed.

“I didn’t know,” he said, shaking his head. “Why didn’t she say?”

“Because she can play him.”

Leo flinched. "Oh my god."

CJ giggled. "We had this bet going that he would never learn her name, and that she'd eventually say, 'Say my name, bitch'."

"Who won?"

"It's still going on, so far as I know..." CJ purred, settling against him again.

A few minutes later and they arrived at the restaurant and Leo alighted first, holding out his hand to CJ.

Taking it she stepped onto the sidewalk and allowed him to lead her into the Tavern.

She smiled as they were led to a private table under an ivy-covered alcove. "This is lovely," she said softly. "But you didn't tell me it was outside."

"Are you cold?" he asked worriedly.

"Not yet."

"Would you like a glass of wine?" the waiter inquired.

"No thank you," CJ said for both of them.

“I don’t mind,” Leo commented.

CJ shook her head firmly, “Water’s fine. And a salad of some description. I’m not all that hungry.”

“You need to eat.” Leo reached across the table for her hand. “You’ll waste away if you’re not careful.”

“I promise I’ll eat when I’m pregnant. “ She grinned as Leo went wide-eyed. “It’s what you really want, right?”

"Only if you want it, too..." he stammered. "But..."

She chuckled. "So, we'll have two of the frisee and radicchio salads, and an order of peso risotto, and the fruit platter for dessert," she ordered.

“Make the fruit platter to go,” Leo demanded. Grinning, he waited until the waitress had gone then turned to face CJ. “I can think of more enjoyable places to eat my dessert.”

“Yeah.”

“In which case shouldn’t we order some cream, “she smirked. Toeing out of her sandals CJ lifted her foot and ran it up the inside of his leg.

Leo swallowed hard and concentrated on CJ’s face.

She smiled a little and licked her lips as her foot continued up his thigh, brushing at his groin. "So, about this wedding tomorrow..."

He cleared his throat, and croaked, "About the wedding, yeah..."

"Where, when, how?"

He groaned as she began to massage circles into his pants. "CJ, stop," he croaked. "We're in public."

“No.”

“Kitten,” he grumbled.

“I can’t keep my hands off you,” she whined. “I thought you felt the same.”

"I do, but CJ, we can't just go at it..." he broke off what he was going to say because the waiter came back with their drinks. Once he had left, Leo continued, "...where other people are."

CJ sighed and crossed her arms over her chest like a petulant child.

Leo rolled his eyes, saying, "Sweetheart..."

She leaned forward over the table. "I know you want to rip this dress off of me right now and fuck me on the table, so please, let's get the hell out of here."

“The food?”

“We’ll take it with us,” she said, casually. “You might need sustenance later.”

Leo growled and rolled his eyes. Standing and straightening his pants he wandered in search of the waitress.

She looked a little perturbed by his request but promised to be right back.

CJ materialised beside Leo, and lightly gripped his arm. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“For that I’m going to fuck you in the limo.”

"Promises, promises," she purred into his ear. When the waitress came back, CJ explained, "We're on our honeymoon, and we never should have left the hotel, really..."

The waitress blushed and handed them the boxes of food. Leo paid in cash, leaving a huge tip, and he guided CJ back to the limo with his hand splayed across the small of her back.

He waited until they were in the limo, in traffic, jam-packed traffic, in fact, before he began nibbling on CJ's neck.

CJ arched her neck away from him and moaned as he nibbled his way down her shoulder blade.

Hooking his finger under the spaghetti strap Leo pulled it off her shoulder, kissing the skin it traced.

CJ’s eyes closed as one hand cupped her breast through the dress while the other ran up and down her arm. They flew open suddenly as his palm pushed at her dress, revealing her pale breast and deep red bud.

“Leo, he can see,” she complained.

“Let’s hope he enjoys the show,” he growled, pushing her hand away and lowering his mouth to her nipple.

She groaned and gave herself up to the sensations he was evoking within her. "God... Leo, don't... stop..." she gasped as he bit down on her nipple. "Don't... ever... stop..." she moaned.

Leo's hands pushed at her skirt until it was up around her hips. He pulled back and stared at her. "You are a liar," he growled.

"Huh?" she said, lost in an erotic haze.

"You are not wearing edible panties." He flicked his thumb over her clit. "In fact, you're wearing absolutely no panties!"

CJ reached for his groin. “I thought I would give you a pre-wedding treat,” she gasped as he started to caress her nipple with his tongue into time to his thumb on her clit.

Leo removed her hand from his pants and held her firmly by the wrist. “I said I was going to fuck you,” he mumbled. “I lied.”

“Do what ever you want,” she groaned, sliding further down the seat.

He shook his head and kissed her softly. "Not here."

Her eyes widened a bit. "What?"

"You said I owe you a hot tub, and I intend to pay -- but I'm not as resilient as you seem to think I am, kitten... so, we wait."

"So I have to walk all the way back through the hotel lobby, looking like this, try not to go down on you in the elevator, and then make it back to our room?"

“Yes.”

“But that’s not fair,” she demanded.

“No, and neither is the fact we are going to spend the next thirty minutes seeing the sights,” he grinned, increasing the friction against her clit until she bucked against him. He stopped suddenly and took a sudden interest in the view.

"You son of a bitch," she growled, readjusting her dress. "Don't touch me."

He turned and blinked at her. "You really don't mean that."

"Right now, I do."

He rolled his eyes.

“You don’t get it do you?”

“What?” she snapped.

Leo sighed and turned to face her. “I would do anything for you. Sometimes I think you see sex as the only way of keeping me here. “He paused and rested his hand palm down on the seat. “I want to show the city, because you’ve never seen it before. I want to take you to the best places and buy you gifts. God, if you asked me to walk away from the White House after the election I would,” he growled.

“Abbey said you would never love anything the way you love the President,” CJ said quietly.

“She was wrong.”

"I don't know that for certain, and neither do you," she challenged.

He sighed and turned away to look out the window.

"Dammit, I'm talking to you," she growled, but he still stared stubbornly out the window.

"Okay, fine, be that way." She took the ring off and threw it at him. "Take it, I don't want it anymore. I... god... god fucking damn it," she moaned, burying her face in her hands. "I don't know what to do anymore, Leo -- I don't. I know you love your job, and I love mine. And I could never ask you to give up the White House because of me. But I'm so scared that you'll leave me alone -- what am I supposed to do? I'm trying to give you a good reason to stay here and love me."

He turned and looked at her for a long time before saying a word.

"I don't need a 'good reason'," he finally said, his voice tinged with exasperation. "I love you. I'm here. I asked you to marry me. What more do you want from me, Claudia?"

“I don’t know,” she wailed. “I really don’t know.”

“Kitten,” he whispered, reaching down to pick up the ring. “I would give you anything.”

“I just want you.”

“And you have me. For as long as we both shall live.”

Her lips trembled as he slipped the ring back onto her finger. "I... what do you expect of me?" she asked.

"Just be the stunning Claudia Jean I know and love. And, y'know, keep your smutty talents only unto me," he joked, kissing her on the cheek.

“And will you keep me in the lifestyle to which I’ve become accustomed?” she smirked.

The driver grinned in the mirror as he watched them make up.

“You mean, make regular visits to the little shop you like so much?”

CJ licked her lips and lightly stroked his thigh; “Well they have this liquid latex, which would be just right for the next state dinner.”

Leo groaned. "Are you kidding me?"

"Not in the least," she purred, kissing him gently on the lips. "So, I guess... we go back to the hotel before we make love again?"

He shook his head and chuckled. "You have a one-track mind."

"You're the one that wants to have a baby," she teased, kissing him on the tip of the nose.

"Okay, so let's talk about less arousing things for a while. The wedding."

She moaned.

“You’re the one who wanted to keep things traditional,” he whined. “And I must admit I’d rather we weren’t walking up the aisle when you go into labour.”

“So what do we need to do?” she groaned, looking out if the window at the view.

“Tomorrow morning we show up and get the licence then hope the justice can squeeze as in.”

“Just like that?”

"Just like that."

She turned to look at him. "No more living in sin?"

"Well, we'll still be living sinfully, but we never really were living in sin..."

"God, you sound like the President," CJ groaned.

"Not when I'm making love to you," he said with a grin, his fingers caressing her thigh.

“So tomorrow.”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded, his fingers moving higher. “The honeymoon proper will have to wait but the wedding night needn’t.”

CJ grinned and covered his hand with her own. “You realise if my father was here he’d insist we had separate rooms tonight.”

“Then your father’s no fun.”

"My father still thought I was a virgin until last year," CJ laughed, moaning as his fingers went higher.

"What changed his mind last year?" Leo asked, nuzzling her neck with soft feather-light kisses.

"Ah... he... was visiting, and... Leo, stop distracting me... He stumbled... on.... the..." She moaned as Leo's lips moved to kiss hers passionately. "Drawer of tricks," she managed between deep drugging kisses.

“Holy hell.”

“Exactly,” she moaned. “As you can imagine the discussion that followed was quite embarrassing,” she hiccupped and giggled. “Especially when Toby arrived to visit.”

Leo stopped kissing her and looked up, “Toby?”

“Daddy likes Toby, we have to all go to dinner when he’s in town.”

“So your father asked you about your sexlife with Toby in the room?” Leo squeaked.

“Yeah,” CJ shrugged, as if it made perfect sense. “He’s my best friend. It was just when daddy asked Toby if he had intimate knowledge of his daughter things got outta hand.”

“Oh to be a fly on the wall,” Leo grinned.

"Yeah, well, I kept Daddy from hitting Toby, so things are all well and good now. Except that every time daddy calls, he wants to know who I'm fucking now." She laughed nervously.

"Who were you... ahem... before me?"

"Oh, well... Tad Whitney?"

"He was the last person you..."

She nodded. "Between not having time and not having a social life..."

“Yeah, well, working in the White House does that for you. Does it bother you that there will never again be anyone besides me?”

She stared at him like he'd grown two heads. "If it bothered me, do you think I'd be marrying you tomorrow?" she asked.

"Okay, fair point," he said, taking her hand in his. "We're going to have to find a place of our own."

She lowered her eyes. "I always wanted to have a little cottage with a garden and a picket fence."

“Maybe we can find a weekend place with the garden, and something functional in DC,” he suggested.

“Do we need two houses?” CJ asked, resting her head on his chest.

“I can afford it.”

"Yeah, but do we need it?"

"Claudia..."

"Because if we don't need it, y'know, it can go on the back burner until we're out of the White House..." she suggested, leaning against him.

“If we buy something now, you’ll have your residence qualification if you ever want to run,” he said quietly.

“Run?”

“For congress, or Governor, maybe the school board,” he gestured.

“Me, a congresswoman? Work for the lions who tried to eat us a live,” she chuckled.

"Yeah, you, a congresswoman." Leo patted her arm. "We know Hoynes won't be running again, so... Most likely there will be a Republican in the White House. Give 'em hell, yeah?"

She shrugged. "I don't know what I want to do," she sighed. "Right now, I'm just trying to get past the wedding," she teased, kissing his forehead.

“We can talk about it later, “ he agreed. “You ready to go back to the hotel?”

She nodded affirmatively. “All of a sudden I really feel like a bath.”

Leo shifted forward and mumbled something to the driver. Shortly after they were pulling up at the hotel and Leo was guiding her inside, balancing the dinner in his arms.

She stood by his side in the elevator, and the nice man from earlier that night was going up with them.

"So, how was dinner?" he asked, being a little nosy and curious.

"Who needs dinner?" CJ quipped with a grin. "I've got a married man to keep me happy."

The man blushed and turned away.

Leo glared at CJ and shifted the tray in his arms. “Really Kitten.” He grinned suddenly and looked towards their companion. “I don’t suppose you’d like to join us for a drink?“

CJ pouted.

"Uh... no thank you," the man stammered.

"Are you sure?" Leo inquired.

"Yes, very." The man's brow furrowed, then he said, "Actually, on second thought..."

Leo grabbed the man's collar. "Now look, I know you're a reporter, and I know you've been sniffing for a story since we left DC. Who do you work for?"

The man spluttered, "The National Inquirer..."

"Give me the negatives of the photo you took of us in DC, and any others you may have taken. And who told you to tail us?"

CJ just stared.

Leo placed the dinner on the floor and pulled the man closer. “Who told you to have us tailed?”

“It was an anonymous tip. The guy just said to follow you from Ms. Cregg’s apartment and I’d get a good story.”

“Anonymous, my ass,” CJ yelled. “I’ll kill him.”

“I want everything you have, “ Leo snapped, then softened his voice, “When you work for a legitimate media outlet, come see me and I’ll get you an interview.”

"How did you know..." the man asked, still a little fearful of the anger of his 'subjects'.

"I saw you in both airports. You were on our flight. I saw you in the elevator, twice, and you were at the restaurant, and left when we did. Need I say more?" Leo asked, slamming the man against the elevator wall.

"Leo, stop," CJ said, grabbing his arm. "He might be a worm, but he is entitled to not be beaten up."

Leo snorted and let the man go. The reporter straightened up just in time to see CJ's fist

connect with his jaw.

He rubbed his jaw and stared up at her, smugly. “Well that’s just given me my first front page.”

Leo dropped his jaw and looked between them, muttering, “Holy hell.”

CJ shrugged and rubbed her knuckles. “Of course I’ll deny it, and your so called ‘source’ will suddenly dry up.”

"You can't play me," the reporter said, wiping away the trickle of blood from his split lip.

"Wanna make a bet?" CJ challenged. "You wanna see how fast you are ostracized in the journalism community, tabloid and otherwise? Because I know your boss -- the head boss. And not only will he pull this if you decide to write it, but your ass will be out on the wall, drying next to your head on a pike." She crossed her arms over her chest. "You wanna do this the hard way or the easy way?"

“You’ve picked the wrong guy,” he said smugly. “The White House Press Secretary involved with two of the most influential men in the country. I’ll be able to name my price. And I have artwork too. So you see idle threats don’t worry me.”

"Who says it was idle?" she snapped, reaching for her bag. "And, by the way, your paper is going out of business in two days, isn't it darling?" CJ purred, looking in Leo's direction.

Leo nodded.

"Excuse me?" the reporter scoffed.

"BM Enterprises purchased it this morning."

"BM Enterprises? Never heard of them."

"Bartlet-McGarry," Leo piped up. "We'll be shutting the paper down immediately."

"You're bluffing!"

"Hello, may I speak to Jim Hoffman, please -- it's CJ Cregg," CJ said, tapping her foot impatiently. The elevator stopped, and Leo dragged the man down the hall to the room, CJ trailing behind with her cell phone and the food.

"Jim, it's Claudie -- one of the reporters from the Inquirer has art and a 'source' saying that I'm involved with the White House Chief of Staff and the Vice President. I want them pulled immediately, or I'll have the Post release your financial status as broke, which, as you know, it is."

“Claudie.”

“No. I can get you out of this hole, but not if you’re going to muck rake,” she snapped. “I can get investors, my fiancé is more than willing.”

“If I pull the story? What if the guy has proof?”

“Non negotiable -- don’t do this,” she warned.

"Does he have proof?"

"He has art that could be interpreted as proof. And he has the word of the Vice President, which is not to be taken seriously, as the file that will be released tomorrow will illustrate. Like I said, it's non-negotiable."

"Back up -- you said your fiancé?"

"Leo McGarry. We've been involved for quite a while now, and we're getting married tomorrow. Pull the story, and he will flood your paltry little company with money, as long as he pulls the strings when it comes to outward media. Otherwise, your name is dirt."

"So's yours," he pointed out.

"So it's mutually beneficial."

“The file-- I want first refusal,” Jim said quietly. “I’ll hold it until the President announces Hoynes’ resignation then drop it and watch the circulation spiral.”

“That’s not my call,” CJ said, glancing into her suite. “Call my boss.”

“Which one?” Jim said, chuckling.

“Toby.”

Jim sighed. "How much does he actually have on you?"

"I'm not willing to chance it."

"And you think you can just buy me off because I'm your sister-in-law's husband."

"I'm not buying you off, goddamn it, Jim."

"Okay, you're putting money into a failing company because it serves your purpose."

"Yeah. So we're gonna do this?"

"Is what my guy has on you for real?"

"Some of it is, and I'm sure some of it is pure fantasy."

“Fair dues.” He waited a beat before asking, “Can you just confirm something for me? Are you really great in bed?”

CJ grinned and pulled the suite door closed behind her. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah.”

“Then yeah, I’m really great in bed.”

Jim chuckled. "Okay, we've got a deal, it's in the bag. Let him write his story and I'll have his editor hand it directly to me. You promise about the money?"

"I swear," she said. "Cross my heart, and you can even kiss me at the next reunion for a front-page picture."

“What about the wedding? No exclusive rights?”

Leo watched as CJ talked incessantly into the phone, her eyes reflecting her anger or amusement. The journalist was sat in a chair, ever so slightly fearful for his life. Leo grinned at CJ and motioned with his head at him.

CJ put down the phone and grinned. “That’s your career put to bed.”

The reporter smirked. "I can take it elsewhere."

CJ's eyes widened in panic. "You wouldn't dare." She looked helplessly at Leo, her face speaking volumes.

"Don't fuck with me, Cregg," the reporter said with a satisfied smirk.

Leo stepped over to him and glanced down. “It’s you who shouldn’t be fucking with me.”

“Big deal.”

Leo’s nose wriggled in disgust as he leaned closer to the weasel. He stopped and turned to grin at CJ. “Sweetheart, go and run the tub, will ya?”

CJ looked ready to protest until Leo nodded.

CJ safely in the bathroom Leo grabbed hold of the man’s lapels. “There’s such a thing as journalist integrity. Working for National Inquirer and faking photos doesn’t go down well.”

“I don’t fake photos.”

“Whose word do you think they’ll going to take, White House Chief of Staff or cheap hack?”

"I've got the Vice President behind me."

"And I've got the President, and the wedding ring on my wife's finger, you son of a bitch," Leo growled, shoving him away in disgust. "Go ahead, print your damn story, but so help me God, if my fiancée gets hurt, I will hunt you down and tack your head over our baby's crib."

The journalist stood and made his way across to the door, he stopped and turned to grin. “You know it’s going to be fun, bringing down three of the most famous people in this country.” He closed the door behind him and Leo let out the breath he had been holding.

Later he would have to phone his best friend and ask for his intervention but right now he had, he hoped, a naked fiancée to satisfy.

He went into the bathroom and saw her sitting on the closed toilet seat, chin cupped in her hands. "So, y'know, this is all my fault," she sighed. "Seems I can't do anything right."

"You do a lot of things right, kitten," Leo said softly, crossing the room. "Some things wrong, but most of them right. You make me happy. Right now, that's all that matters to me."

“But what if he goes to another paper?”

“Then we’ll deal with it. No one’s going to care much when they find out we’re married,” he said softly. “Now, wasn’t there some mention of a hot tub,” he teased.

“You still want too?”

"If you do..."

"Maybe it's just me, but I think the mood's been killed for a while," she sighed.

"Okay," Leo said, rubbing her back. "Want to cuddle and watch a bad movie?"

“Some thing action packed and predictable.”

“Yeah. And no romance,” Leo offered.

“Sounds just right. “CJ allowed him to take her hand and lead her back into the bedroom. “And we can have the leftovers.”

Leo led her to the bed and helped her up. He tucked her in snugly under the covers and kissed her on the nose. "You stay here," he said softly. "Let me get out of this tie and jacket and I'll be back."

When he got back to the bed, she was sound asleep.

Smiling to himself Leo shed his clothes and climbed in beside her. Very gently he shifted over and snaked his arm around her back.

CJ moved in her sleep and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on for dear life.

Kissing her lightly on the top of her head Leo closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

He awoke to a gentle kiss. "Hmmm?" he moaned softly.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," CJ whispered, nuzzling his jaw.

"Time is it?" he asked, shifting a little.

"Ten-thirty."

"Morning or night?"

"Morning."

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” she said softly, capturing his lips and kissing him tenderly. “We need to move.”

“You still want to get married?” he asked hesitantly.

“What do you think?” she replied, brushing her lips down his throat.

"Even after last night... the jerk, the... You still want to get married?"

"Yes," she purred, ducking under the covers to kiss her way down his chest.

"Okay," he croaked as her lips trailed up and down his shaft.

"But before we go..." she said, throwing the covers back so she could look at him. "I want you to fuck me, please?"

“Well since you asked politely,” he teased. “How can I refuse?”

“You had better not,” she mumbled against his erection.

Leo grinned and reached down to catch her arm. “You need to stop doing that, Kitten. NOW.”

CJ shifted up the bed and rested her head on his chest. “I’m all yours.”

"You're making this way too easy -- what's the catch?" he questioned with a nervous chuckle.

"No catch," she said softly, caressing his arm with one hand. "No catch whatsoever..."

"Okay," Leo murmured, kissing the top of her head. "Want me to go get your toy?"

She laughed. "Nah... I've got my favorite toy right here..."

“Oh, no pressure then?” he grinned pushing her back on the bed. Sitting up Leo allowed his eyes to fully appraise her body. “I’m never going to tire of looking at you,” he whispered as his hands stroked at her smooth skin.

“Leo,” CJ whined trying to push his hands lower.

Leo chuckled and refused to be moved. Gently his lips followed his hands, sucking and nipping every inch of skin until she was writhing beneath him.

"I take that back," she panted arching to meet his hand. "I want my vibrator..."

"Oh really?" Leo said with a smirk.

"YES -- it's less... work..." she moaned, whimpering as he lowered his tongue into her belly button and swirled it around. "Oh God..."

Leo ran his hands down her thighs, pushing them slightly apart. “So now I’m god.”

“I can think of other things to call you,” CJ groaned, as he lifted her legs over his shoulders.

His kisses up her thighs were gentle and teasing. His hands beneath her bottom were firm and demanding as he raised her to his mouth.

She rolled her center of balance back onto her shoulders and arched her back to aid his quest. His mouth grazed her clit and she bucked against him. "Oohhhh..." she choked out as his tongue began to gently swirl around her clit, making her entire body quake with intense waves of heat. "Le...o... I want..." She groaned and rocked her hips. "I want..."

He pulled back just long enough to say, "What do you want?" then dove back in.

"Oh... ohhhh... I want... you inside... me..." she croaked weakly.

“Not yet,” he panted, increasing his movements.

His tongue flicked in circles as his fingers moved to her opening. Two fingers thrust deep inside of her causing her to clench around him. As he pumped and lapped at her clit CJ closed her eyes and lost conscious thought. She could feel her body shuddering and was powerless to stop it.

Her vision dimmed and stars began to form in her sight. She vaguely registered that she was crying out before she stopped breathing for a long second, the explosion within her winning the day.

She was still shaking when he pulled back and moved so she could wrap her legs around his waist. "Are you all right?" he asked, eyes worried.

CJ nodded and took a deep breath to say something else, but he plunged into her with one long, thick, wet stroke, and all that managed to come out of her mouth was a strangled moan of pleasure.

Leo shifted onto his elbows and gazed down into her face, watching her expression as he plunged in and out of her. Her eyes were fluttering shut as he thrust deeper with each stroke. His own grunts of desire became mingled with her incoherent moans as one climax eased and he took her to the next.

Her body was quivering in the aftermath of her third orgasm when he lost his grip on reality -- and himself. He came in a rush of hot fluid and a drawn-out groan, and she bucked beneath him and let out a scream as she came hard and fast on the tails of his climax.

Her breathing was shallow and harsh as he rolled off of her. "Claudia?" he said softly.

She made a helpless gesture with one hand as she tried to regain her breath.

“Isn’t it me who’s supposed to be breathless?” he teased, taking a deep breath and climbing off the bed.

CJ waved at him again, smiling lightly.

“You just lay there. I’m going to take a shower,” he said, crossing the room and pausing at the bathroom door. “Of course if you’d care to join me that’s okay too.”

"I'll stay here for now," she said weakly. "I'm overcome..."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I'll say you 'overcomed'."

"Very punny." She smiled and gestured at her bag in the corner. "You mind getting in the front pocket and getting me my..."

"CJ..."

"My..."

"Get it yourself," he said with a smirk.

“Oy.”

“I’m going to stand under a hot spray and soap myself off.”

“This isn’t a very good way to start married life,” CJ whined.

He turned around to face her and laughed out loud. "We're not married yet."

"So what? The principle still applies!"

"Not yet it doesn't..." He doubled back to kiss her. "And besides, we're gonna be late..."

"I didn't know you had this clocked out," she teased, sitting up, then following him into the bathroom.

"I made some calls last night."

“When?”

“When sleeping beauty was dreaming. About me, I hope by the stupid grin on your face,” Leo replied.

CJ blushed. “I wasn’t the one with the stupid grin.” She turned on the shower and stepped back. “So when are we doing the deed?”

"One... that gives us time to stop and get lunch before the vows, and then we stop for Mass and Confession on the way back here to fuck each others brains out in the hot tub," Leo said with a shit-eating grin.

"You've really thought this out," CJ purred, delicately trailing her fingernails over his shoulder.

"Yeah, well..."

She smirked. "You're the one with the stupid grin now..."

"And you're aroused again," he pointed out.

"Ah, the things you do to me..." she chuckled. "The toy you packed is waterproof..."

“CJ,” he warned, slipping his hand around her waist and pulling her into the shower.

The cold spray hit her on her chest and she screamed so loud he would swear there was ringing in his ears for days.

“Jesus, you have quite a pair of lungs on you,” Leo cringed, adjusting the temperature.

“You will pay for that McGarry,” CJ smirked.

"Well, I didn't realize you'd be paying a visit or..."

"Go get my toy," she growled, shivering under the spray. "Now."

"You get it."

"I'm soaked."

"So am I."

"Yeah, but I've got more skin and will get colder..."

“But you’re closer to the ceiling and warm air rises,” he grinned.

“Leo!”

“Claudia Jean, my kitten,” he whispered, cupping her on the backside. Firmly he pulled her towards his chest as he lowered his face to her breast.

She arched her back and moaned as he began nibbling gently on her nipple. "You want me to give up my toys," she whined as he suckled and bit down, causing heat to course through her.

"You betcha," he mumbled around a mouthful of flesh as one of his hands moved from her ass to her clit, massaging gently.

CJ flattened herself against the shower wall and tangled one hand in his hair. “Convince me,” she purred.

“You couldn’t take it,” he growled, covering her other breast with his hand and tweaking the nipple with his thumb and index finger.

“Try me,” she challenged, a mischievous glint to her eye.

Leo grabbed her firmly and twisted her to face the wall.

CJ stuck out her hands to support herself as Leo parted her legs and thrust into her, his long fluid movement hitting the point deep inside her.

Her fingers clutched the tiles in vain, trying to find something to grip as she exploded immediately around him. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she panted, groaning, spreading her legs farther, wanting him to go deeper.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered as he nibbled her shoulder, his injured hand clutching at the wall for support. “Beg.”

CJ shook her head and pushed herself against him.

Shifting his stance Leo withdrew from her until only his tip remained within.

CJ whimpered from the loss of contact and swore. No amount of wriggling could improve the situation. “Later you will pay,” she cried.

“I want to fuck you. I want to fill you,” he groaned. “Right now you’re warm and tight and if my thumb was to touch you just there,” he teased, touching her clit lightly.

CJ arched back and moaned.

“Say what you want CJ, beg.”

His thumb brushed her clit again, and she groaned, pressing herself into the wall. He did it again and she whimpered, half in anger, half in lust. "I want you... to fuck me..." she croaked. "I want to feel you... so deep... I wanna come apart..."

"Oh really?"

She nodded, eyes closed, the left side of her face against the tiles, the right side of her face splashed with water as the shower continued to run.

"Say the magic word..." Leo insisted, positioning himself.

"Pleaaaaase...." she moaned.

That was all the encouragement he needed as he rolled his hips and plunged back into her opening. His thumb continued to brush her clit randomly as he thrust into her, his strokes fast and furious.

CJ clenched around his erection, her muscles contracting until he thought he would suffocate.

She groaned and used one hand on the wall as balance and used the other to guide his thrusts, her hand falling on his backside to keep him where she wanted him. "Deeper," she insisted, her voice raising an octave as he slammed into her. "Deeper, not harder," she gasped, parting her thighs into a plies that gave him better access. "I want you to make me fall apart," she hissed, squeezing his backside, guiding his thrusts up.

“Damn,” he cursed, closing his eyes and thrusting with all the energy he had left. “I can’t hold off.”

“Take me with you,” she panted, digging her nails into his backside.

“CJ,” he groaned as he felt the warm liquid fill his erection and spill into her. “I love you.”

She whimpered and moaned, "I love you," as she clenched around him a moment later, stars again filling her visual field as she came. When she opened her eyes again, she felt relief and a strange kind of tension filling her.

The relief was sexual. But the tension was entirely different.

"You okay?" Leo asked softly, helping her back up into a normal standing position.

She nodded and reached for him for a hug. "I want to marry you, but I'm scared," she admitted softly, letting the cooling water run down over them. "I don't want to lose you."

Leo brushed the wet hair from her eyes and gazed up at her for the longest time. “When we say our vows I’ll mean every one of them. I’m not going anyway, for better or worse, we’re in this together.”

She nodded and held him closer. "God, is it just me or did we waste all the hot water?" she asked with a choked laugh.

"It's not just you," Leo said, kissing her softly on the cheek. "Let's get outta here before I freeze my balls off."

“Now that wouldn’t be good,” she grinned, grabbing a towel and drying herself.

“I need my tackle in tact for the wedding night.”

CJ shook her head as she dropped the towel and walked into the suite, humming.

Leo watched her go and lightly squeezed his shaft, debating whether she had actually damaged it this time.

CJ flopped onto the bed and didn't care if she left a big wet spot or not. She closed her eyes, only intending to shut them for a moment, but it felt so good to keep them shut...

"Hey," Leo whispered into her ear.

"Hmm?"

"You need to get dressed, kitten..."

She opened one eye. "Hmm?"

"We need to leave in about 20 minutes, sweetheart."

She jumped upright. "What? Why didn't you wake me up?" she demanded, getting off the bed and falling flat on her face in a tangle of bedcovers.

Leo extended his hand to help her up, throwing the bed covers onto the mattress. “You looked like you needed to sleep. I’m going to wait downstairs, see you in a bit.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” Leo asked confused.

“Why downstairs?” she replied, searching for her clothes.

Leo tapped his nose. “I need to sort a few things.”

She chuckled. "Like what, a limo?"

"Funny woman -- wear something nice, will you?"

"Why, so the priest at Mass can ogle me?"

"Don't say things like that," Leo scolded, kissing her again. "I'll see you downstairs, all right?"

She nodded and kissed him back. "Love you," she whispered.

“Whatever you say Mrs McGarry,” he called behind him.

Leo was pacing the lobby when CJ finally appeared. He had the paperwork safely tucked away in his pocket, along with the licence that had been delivered moments before. All he needed now was his bride and the Horse and Carriage to arrive.

CJ came off the elevator and scanned the lobby for Leo. Seeing him, she hustled over to him. "Do I look okay?" she asked worriedly.

She could have scraped his jaw off the floor with a spatula. "You look... fantastic," he said. "Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she laughed, taking his arm. "It's not too dressy?"

"No," he said, putting his arm around her waist. "It's just right."

“Okay,” she muttered nervously. “We’re going to eat first right?”

Leo nodded, “All this early morning activity’s made me hungry and we can’t have the bridegroom’s stomach rumbling during the ceremony.”

CJ grinned and ran her fingers up the inside of his arm. “No, but I’d cancel the reservations for tonight.”

“Done,” he whispered, pulling her into the revolving doors. “I have a little surprise.”

“Josh is best man?”

Leo turned to look at her. “Kitten, I didn’t think, should I have called him?”

She bit her lip to keep from laughing and shook her head. "No, I was just kidding."

"Okay, good, because I wouldn't invite him ever." He led her out the door and covered her eyes so she wouldn't see the people gawking at the sight of a horse-drawn carriage on the sidewalk outside the hotel.

Once he had her stood facing the carriage he removed his hand and grinned as her jaw dropped, her eyes going wide.

“CJ?” he prompted when she was still silent a few minutes later.

“I’m going to cry.”

“You don’t like it?” he asked, disheartened.

Turning and flinging her arms around his neck she kissed him hungrily. “Are you kidding? It’s wonderful.”

"So you..."

"I love it!" she cried, kissing him again. "Can we get in?"

"Well, yeah, that's what I hired it for..."

The driver stepped down and lowered the step. Taking Leo’s hand CJ climbed up and settled herself, waiting for him to join her. Once both were seated Leo tucked a blanket around their legs and entwined his fingers with hers.

“I don’t know about you but my stomach’s doing somersaults,” CJ quipped. “And not very good ones at that.”

“Pre-wedding jitters. When I married Jenny I didn’t eat for three days before,” he stated. “With you I get the feeling I won’t get to eat for three days after,” he teased.

"I might surprise you," she said softly, squeezing his hand. "And we've only got one more day, anyway."

"I know..."

"I wish we didn't have to go back." She sighed as both of their phones began ringing at the same time. "Hello, CJ Cregg," she said as Leo answered his. "What? TOBY, ARE YOU KIDDING?! SHIT! Oh god damn it... When? Okay, yeah... well, we're on our way to the justice now, and then we'll be doing Mass and... yeah. Yeah. Leak it. No, not that -- leak that we've gotten married, soften the ground before the allegations hit the paper tomorrow. Okay?"

Leo listened to his phone, mumbling occasionally and shaking his head. There wasn’t much he could say really. Josh and Toby were both on top of things.

“You know what, Josh? Screw it. You heard me,” Leo snapped. “Tell the press CJ and I are getting married. Yeah, that’s what I said. And then if you, sorry Sam or Toby…yeah I want them to brief. Get the question tell them the hack is a guy CJ rejected.”

CJ raised her eyes at him as she returned the phone to her bag.

“And Josh, you get to tell the President what’s going on,” Leo grinned. “Think of it as a promotion.” He hung up the phone. “And we’re going to lunch.”

CJ nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. "Any way we can run away to Bermuda?" she joked lamely.

"Shh..." he said softly, brushing a kiss onto her hair. "It's gonna be fine, really."

"Toby said the Vice President might step up and tell his side of it," she mumbled, wiping away a single tear. "Y'know, it's frustrating. One mistake and your whole life goes up in smoke."

“John won’t say a word, not if he ever wants to be an elected official again. And his ego is going to take a beating when he finds out we’re married.” Leo made tiny circles on her palm with his fingertips. “You are going to come out of this just fine.”

“Keep saying it and I might just believe you,” she sighed.

“CJ, listen to me. Toby and Josh are going to handle this. It’s what they are good at. Their incentive is somewhat stronger this time,” he said softly.

“Huh?”

“You. They love you.”

"No they don't."

"They do -- you're their sister, their friend. Their shelter in times of trouble. They owe you so much and they want to help in return, kitten..."

"If worse comes to worse, I'm going to resign."

“Whoa, no you’re not. We are not going down that road again,” Leo said firmly. “Let’s stop burning our bridges before we get to them. If it goes pear shape we’ll talk, until then let’s work on getting married and getting you pregnant.”

"There you go with the baby thing again," she laughed, kissing him on the cheek. "What, you think begging me for a baby won't work, so you're going subversively about it?"

"Something like that, yeah..."

"I have a secret..."

"Really?"

She nodded.

"What is it?"

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I really want to have a baby. Your baby."

Leo grinned one of his heart stopping grins and glanced at his watch, studiously working out how long before he could get her back to the hotel.

The carriage pulled up at the restaurant and Leo jumped down first, offering his hand to CJ. “So I guess we need to find a new house pretty soon then. I’m no expert but you could get pregnant this weekend, right?”

She blushed and looked away. "Probably, yeah..."

"GOOD." He helped her out of the carriage and kissed her gently on the lips.

"I didn‘t mean necessarily right now, but I do want a baby..." she stammered, and he kissed her again.

"Lunch," he said, pulling her into the restaurant.

The restaurant was upmarket and rather swank but CJ was more than a little oblivious as she held hands with Leo across the table and gazed into his eyes.

The food was left half eaten as Leo’s foot worked its way up CJ’s leg causing her to blush and flutter her eyelids at him.

Over dessert Leo fed CJ, ignoring the crowded restaurant and the jealous stares he was receiving from the gentlemen diners. All in all they might as well have eaten a hot dog in the park.

"Well, that was better than a wedding cake," CJ whispered, kissing him gently on the lips.

He helped her to her feet and led her back to the carriage -- he had pre-paid for their food earlier.

"Now's the moment of truth," she said when they reached the courthouse and he helped her out.

CJ was in a daze after the vows and the paperwork, and was still a little hazy when she climbed back into the carriage to be taken to a cathedral for confession and Mass.

Leo wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “You okay?”

She nodded then puckered her face in confusion. “Are we really married?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, kissing her nose. “It’ll feel real when we tell people.”

“But not today,” she said quickly. “Tomorrow.”

“Whatever you want kitten.”

"Tomorrow... gives me time to think. And... Leo?"

"What?"

"Can we still pretend we're not married? Just for tonight?" she asked, threading her fingers through his.

“CJ?”

“Please.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled sadly. “If you’re regretting this then say now.”

"No, I'm not regretting it -- God no, I'm not... Leo, what I meant... I just... tomorrow I have to be Claudia McGarry. Just one more night, I want to be Claudia Cregg, y'know? I've gotten so used to it. Just tonight, that's all," she placated softly.

“You’ll always be Cregg professionally,” he said softly, “Just as in the bedroom you’ll be kitten. Being married doesn’t mean you have to take my name, or that you’ll just my wife. Some day I’ll just be CJ’s husband.”

“That’s never going to happen.”

“You don’t know that. Maybe we can just stick to CJ and Leo for tonight,” he suggested quietly.

"How about Kitten and Mouse?" she teased softly.

"I'd like that, too..." he said hopefully.

The carriage drew to a halt and Leo helped her out again. They went into the cathedral and took Communion, then went their separate ways for confession.

CJ droned through the usual confessional opening, then said, "It's been three years since my last confession, and now I've got doozies worked up."

The priest coughed somewhat and shook his head. “Please begin my child.”

Leo sat in the cathedral staring at the ceiling. It had been a long time since he had confessed and he wasn’t about to start now. Just being here made him feel uncomfortable but he also knew how important religion was to CJ.

Half an hour later he glanced at his watch and looked about for CJ.

"And now I have this huge weight around my neck," CJ said, sobbing quietly. "I love my husband -- he's my husband now -- and... there's always going to be this thing with the other man hanging there. I don't know what to do."

"Does your husband know you love him?"

"Yes."

"Then that is all that matters, my child."

“We want to bring a child into this world.”

“Will you bring them up in the faith and install values you cherish in them?“ he asked thoughtfully.

“Yes.”

“Then God will bless you all.”

"I think God has already blessed us," CJ said quietly. "But it feels good to get this off my chest."

"I understand."

"And one more thing..."

"Yes, my child?"

"Is it sinful to want to love someone to the point that you would die for them?"

"Not at all."

She nodded. "Thank you, Father. I need to go now -- he's probably looking for me..."

"Say five Hail Marys after your... relations... this evening, child."

"I will, Father," she promised, chuckling and crossing herself. "May God honor and protect you."

She exited the confessional and looked around for Leo. "I'm finished," she said softly, taking his hand in hers and letting him lead her outside and down the steps slowly.

“You okay?” he asked, stopping at the bottom and looking up at her face.

“Yeah, I am. I love you and that’s going to get us through this,” she said firmly.

“That’s my girl.”

CJ lowered her eyes and grinned, “So…what do you want to do now?”

"I want to go back to the hotel and make love to my wife," Leo said firmly.

"And I want to go back to the hotel and fall asleep in the hot tub..." she said with a smirk. "After my husband fucks me senseless, of course."

“Makes love, CJ. I make love to you now,” he teased. “In my office, in the car I’ll fuck you, but tonight we make love.”

“Just get me back to the hotel,” CJ groaned squeezing his ass. “I’m not going to get pregnant stood on the sidewalk.”

"Standing on the sidewalk," he corrected.

"Good grammar isn't going to get me knocked up, either!" she protested. "And you know I'm feeling naughty after being so good in church..." she purred, yanking him up into the carriage.

Leo groaned and silently promised his organ that he would take good care of it. He rolled his eyes when CJ hitched up her skirt and sat across his lap.

“CJ???”

“Ssh,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him.

“We’re in public.”

“And we’re married so get over it.”

"We're still in public," he croaked.

"So you wanna do it on the floor is what you're saying," she purred, dragging him down onto the carriage floor and straddling his hips.

"No, I was..."

"You were being prudy."

"I was not!"

"The thrill of someone finding out adds to the pleasure...,” she purred, kissing him and rocking her hips a little.

"We'll get your dress dirty," he protested.

"So what? You can afford a new one..."

“No.”

“CJ lifted her head and stared at him, “No?”

“I’ll fool around but I am not having sex in the open air,” he growled.

“Leo,” she pouted, straightening her dress and sitting back. “What’s the matter?”

He blushed and avoided her eyes.

"Because of the thing?" she asked.

"No."

"Why then?" It hit her and she blushed too. "Okay, point taken. So... let's get back up on the seat then, and fool around a little."

“That I can do,” he purred, pressing his lips against hers while his hands roamed her back and hips.

CJ slid a hand inside his shirt and tweaked his nipple. “How sore?”

Leo tilted her head so he could rain tiny kisses down her throat. “Sore, but if you’re gentle it will be fine.”

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

"Don't be..."

"I'll try to be more gentle, really..."

He kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Don't promise if you can't deliver, O Passionate One..."

“I never make promises I can’t keep,” she purred, slapping him playfully across the bottom. “It won’t be so painful in the hot tub.”

“Oh really so you aren’t going to molest me,” he whined.

"Since when have I ever molested you?" CJ asked woundedly.

"Oh, need I go into it?"

She pouted and tugged on his ear with her fingers. "Be nice," she mumbled.

"Okay." He kissed her on the jaw line.

They finally pulled up outside the hotel, where, god help them, a team of reporters armed with news cameras and recorders and the like were waiting for them.

"Oh my god," CJ moaned, burying her head in Leo's shoulder.

Leo stroked her hair and whispered against her hair. “Head up, kitten. We’re going to give them their photo then calmly we’re going back to the suite.”

“Leo, I thought we agreed,” CJ mumbled against his skin.

“There isn’t much choice now. No comment and a quick photo, that’s all,” he said, lifting her chin and kissing her firmly on the mouth.

"Well, that's the quick photo," CJ whispered against his lips. "Now let's make a run for it."

"Calmly," he chuckled, kissing her again and opening the carriage door to climb out first and help her down.

CJ landed firmly on the sidewalk with his arms around her waist. Cameras flashed all around them as they stood for a brief second before Leo clasped her hand and led her up the steps to the hotel.

“CJ, can you confirm the rumours of your involvement with the Vice President?”

“CJ, There are allegations of weird sexual practices. How does this reflect on the President?”

“Leo, does it concern you that CJ is sleeping with her assistant?”

"NO COMMENT," Leo shouted, pulling CJ through the throng of reporters. They went into the lobby and more reporters were waiting.

"No comment," Leo kept saying, pushing them out of the way. They got into the elevator, and CJ slumped against the back wall. "You okay?" he asked softly.

"What kind of a person do they think I am?" she whispered, eyes welling with tears. "Goddammit, I couldn't even walk through there with my head up high."

“CJ,” Leo said softly. “They’ve been given a pack of lies. And right now we’re not going to dignify them with a response. Tomorrow Toby will draft a response, supported by people we trust.”

“Tomorrow will be too late,” she groaned, through the sobs.

“These things have a way of sorting themselves out. Hoynes is, as we speak, with the President and Josh. The reporter is basking in his fifteen minutes of fame. Tomorrow both will be apologising and restoring your honor.”

“My god, Leo.”

“I think we should get hold of your family and Mal, tonight.” Leo waited for the elevator to stop at the right floor. “There is one thing though,” he teased, grinning, “Why was I never invited to join you and Carol?”

She was still crying, but laughed through the tears. "Oh my god..." she gasped, still giggling.

"See, it's all bullshit, honey, and you can't let it get to you... Now, where were we on the whole... man and wife thing?"

"I was going to be gentle... and you're Leo and I'm CJ, no Mrs. McGarry or Cregg-McGarry or... anything," she said as the elevator stopped.

"And we'll use the hot tub."

CJ grinned and took Leo’s arm, as he led her down the corridor to their suite. No one jumped out on them and they sighed in unison as the door closed behind them.

“You go speak to your dad and I’ll fill the tub,” Leo instructed, releasing her arm and watching as she crossed to the bed.

“Lots of bubbles.”

“Of course. And kitten, hurry.”

She smirked. "Okay..."

Leo waited for her, eventually climbing into the hot tub when she seemed to be taking forever. Thus, by the time she actually came in, he was very aroused, and ready.

"You started without me," she said woundedly, taking off the bathrobe and letting it drop to the floor as she crossed the room to the tub.

Leo pressed the button and the jets spewed forth bubbles. “I couldn’t wait any longer.” He reached up and helped her into the tub.

Settling herself beside him CJ sighed and leaned back. “Daddy doesn’t understand but my brother’s going to take care of it.” She glanced at Leo and grinned, “He’s worried about your heart.”

“My heart?”

“Yeah, he thinks I might bring on a coronary,” CJ teased.

“Don’t tell me, he bought you your first vibrator?”

“Yeah.”

"Smart man," Leo grunted.

"You still sore?" she asked worriedly, reaching over to gently stroke his erection.

"Not so much, but yeah..." he admitted.

"I'm sorry."

“Stop apologizing. I wasn’t complaining,” he stated, reaching over and running his fingers across her breasts. “In fact feel free to do your thing, anytime.”

“My thing?” she gasped incredulous. “You make it sound like I’m a lap dancer or something’”

Leo’s eyes sparkled, “now that’s an idea.”

"You want a lap dance?" she laughed, still stroking him. "What's next? Installing a pole?"

"I could get into that idea..." Leo teased.

"Yeah, but..."

"You in nothing but a skimpy couple a pieces of lace... doin' the stripper pole thing..."

"It does sound erotic," she purred. "For you."

“Well, I don’t think you’d find me very erotic, hanging from a pole.”

CJ grinned and rubbed his tip. “You, naked, and sprawled on any surface is enough for me.”

Leo shook his head in amusement. “How about the desk in the Oval Office?”

"I don't think the President would like that very much..."

"I would."

"I might..." she purred softly.

CJ was surprised when Leo’s hands grabbed her firmly by the waist and he tugged her into his lap.

“You talk too much.”

“Does this mean you..?” she asked before Leo’s mouth closed on hers and his tongue began its exploration of her mouth.

She moaned and reached up to cup the back of his head gently in one hand to keep him there. His hands began making a slow exploration of her body, his fingers eventually running over her stomach and lower, until she was rocking her hips, begging him to touch her intimately.

And they never stopped kissing.

Leo groaned as CJ wriggled in his lap, brushing against his erection. Still his hands teased around her most sensitive area, unravelling her until he knew she could take no more.

Searching for her free hand and guiding it to his shaft Leo handed over control.

She pulled back to moan, "I need you inside me..." before clamping onto his lips again.

He adjusted her position so he wouldn't get hurt and slid into her with one thrust.

CJ stilled as she waited for Leo to fill her and for her own body to accept his invasion. Then slowly she began to rock against him, her muscles working him all the while.

Leo continued to caress her slick skin beneath the water, pulling her harder onto him with each downward stroke.

The water lapped around them as they found their rhythm, hands finding skin.

CJ was gentle, well, gentler than usual, in finding her perfect rhythm to match his, then counteract his. Her moans were swallowed by his lips and tongue as they plundered each others' mouths.

He came first, shuddering beneath her, and she groaned, desperately trying to find her release.

The harder she tried the more elusive it proved to be. No amount of thrusting or writhing brought forth her climax.

Sensing her frustration Leo moved his fingers across her center and began to caress her until she was screaming for release.

His demanding kisses turned soft and loving, gentle, and the intensity of his fingers and the softness of his kisses brought her over the edge, screaming into the recesses of his mouth, arching against him, bucking her hips.

When she came down from her orgasmic high, she was panting for air, and only then realized that SHE hurt as well.

“Wow,” she panted. “I’m not going to be able to walk for a week.”

“If that’s a hint you want me to carry you to bed…” he let the sentence trail off as he gently slid her from his lap.

“I can get that far, I think,” she groaned as Leo slipped from inside her. “But a nap would be good.”

"And a cuddle?" he said hopefully.

"You know," she moaned as she climbed off his lap and collapsed back into the tub, "you're the first man I've ever known who actually LIKES to cuddle."

"You make me feel content," he said softly, kissing her on the cheek. "Why shouldn't I make you feel the same?"

CJ stood and stepped out of the tub, as she reached for a towel.

“It still scares you, doesn’t it?” Leo said, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Being this close to someone and knowing they aren’t about to let you down.”

"It terrifies me," she admitted quietly, leaning back into his embrace.

"Know why else I like cuddling with you?"

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that..." she laughed softly.

"Why?"

"Makes me sound like a teddy bear."

"You're my kitten," he said, kissing her on the shoulder. "I like cuddling with you because it's you. Jenny and I never cuddled, Abbey and I didn't, either."

"You had to bring Abbey up, didn't you?" CJ sighed.

"Claudia..."

"I know," she sighed. "It's over, long time, has been, blah blah blah."

"Hey, listen to me -- you're the only thing that matters to me now. Understand? I love you, I would do anything to make you happy."

She turned in his arms and kissed him. "Then take me to bed, will ya?"

Leo groaned at the distant ringing of his cell and slipped out of her embrace to find it. Lifting up his scattered clothes he picked up and the phone and took a deep breath.

“McGarry.”

“Hoynes has resigned.”

“Mr President?”

“He’s going to site personal difficulties and I’m sure the million a year private sector job will ease his pain,” Jed added, sarcastically.

“We need to find a replacement,” Leo stated, wandering into the bedroom and sitting on the bed.

“Toby and Josh are drawing up a list of names. The other thing we’ll have to ride out but I think the wedding announcement will soften the ground.”

“What makes you think we got married?” Leo asked, rolling his eyes at CJ.

“If you didn’t then CJ had better be staying in a separate room,” Jed said in his sternest voice. “Anyway I saw the ring on CNN. Tell her her boys have everything under control.”

“Yes Sir.”

CJ came up behind Leo and whispered, "Who is it?"

"Would you like to talk to CJ, sir?" Leo asked.

"Yes, in fact, I would," Jed said.

"The President would like to speak to you, Mrs. McGarry," Leo said, handing her the phone.

"I thought we agreed..." she began, but shook her head and took the phone. "Yes, Sir?"

"Congratulations," Jed said. "The boys have things in hand, so to speak, and Hoynes is resigning."

"GOOD."

“Look after Leo for me. I’d like him back in one piece tomorrow,” Jed teased. “Preferably able to walk.”

CJ blushed and squatted Leo on the arm.

“Expect a visit from Abigail tomorrow, she’s going to want to throw you a shower.”

As the phone went dead CJ pushed the wet hair from her eyes and groaned. “Do we have to go back?”

"What, you wanna run away?" he teased, pulling her toward the bed.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because... I don't know why, but Abbey's gonna want to throw me a shower."

"That could be a good thing," Leo said, climbing onto the bed with her and pulling the covers up around them.

"How could it possibly be a good thing?"

“Well if we’re gonna buy a house we’ll need things. This way I won’t have to go shopping,” he grinned.

CJ caught him on the arm with her hand.

“Seriously, the girls will want to celebrate with you, and Abbey will show you how much she approves.”

"I don't want Abbey's approval," CJ groaned. "Goddamn it, can't you see I'm jealous of her?"

"Why?"

"Because she got you first," CJ said, hanging her head in shame. "I know it sounds irrational, but..."

"You're afraid I'll go back to her?" Leo asked.

She nodded.

"Why the hell, CJ? I've got you and can barely walk now... what would I possibly need or want Abbey for?" The indignant look on her face made him want to rethink what he had just said. "Really, kitten, I love you and that's got to be enough, or this isn't going to work. I need you to trust me."

“And I do,” CJ said softly.

“Sounds like it.”

“What if she snaps her fingers and wants a little amusement?” CJ grumbled.

“Then she’ll have to ask Sam, or Josh,” Leo chuckled. “She loves Jed and I love you. From now on you are my priority. And if you choose to leave me then I’ll spend the rest of my life living in a hotel by myself.”

"And we can't have that," CJ said softly. "Remember how we got into this in the first place?"

"How could I forget... promise me you'll wear that dress for me sometime."

"Of course I will..." she purred softly.

"You're something else, you know that?"

"Something good, I hope..."

"Yeah." He kissed her on the temple and adjusted her position so her head was lying on his chest. "Get some sleep, sweetheart."

"I like that," she mumbled.

"You like what?"

"Being called sweetheart."

“I prefer my kitten,” Leo whispered, smoothing her hair. “Because I love the way you purr.”

CJ giggled and wrapped her arm tighter around his waist. “ And I love what you do to make me purr.”

"Speaking of which..."

"Oh, no, Leo, not now, I'm so sore..."

"So am I, and THAT'S what we need to talk about."

"No more fucking like lunatics all the time," she said sagely. "Right?"

"Only when you're horny as hell, and even then, you're gonna have to play with your toys sometimes."

“What about my favourite toy?” she moaned.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get more than enough use outta him,” Leo grinned, plumping up the pillow and closing his eyes.

CJ was silent for a while then she asked, “Do you think Margaret would object if we used your desk occasionally?”

When there was no reply she lifted her head and smiled when she saw Leo had fallen fast asleep. Lowering her head back down, CJ closed her eyes and was soon snoring softly in time to him.

The End