Title: Orange Blossoms and Rice
Pairing: CJ/Danny
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Notes: Loosely follows Whole Again, but can stand-alone
For Rhonda, for her patience and for Americanizing me <g>
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Orange Blossoms and Rice
The hotel ballroom was crowded with people. For the first time since the end of the Administration, seven months ago, the former Bartlet staffers were together in the same room. Even Toby had dragged himself from his globe trotting to witness his best friend getting married.
The day had gone perfectly. Everyone had squeezed into the small Catholic Church to see CJ walk down the aisle and marry the man she had secretly loved for almost eight years. The late August weather had made the long photography sessions that followed a little hard to bear. Everyone had been complaining about the heat, and once back at the hotel, had swamped the bar in search of cold drinks. Unfortunately most of the drinks consumed were
alcoholic. This resulted in most of the guests being pretty drunk before the wedding
breakfast even started.
Danny left the function room and wandered out onto the balcony. The room had suddenly gotten stifling and he wanted some air. In fact he wanted to be away from all those people, well all except one and he had last seen her talking to Toby.
He stared off into the distance, just making out the boats on the canal as his thoughts centered on his new bride.
He had been grinning since he’d woken up that morning, actually ever since he’d proposed and she said yes, but now she was finally his wife. It had been way too many years of loving her from afar that had gotten them to this point.
CJ had looked stunning in the ivory silk dress, and the tiny strappy sandals he’d caught a glimpse of as she’d shown her garter to Abbey. Not that she wasn’t always beautiful to him, but today she really did look incredible and he’d watched the faces of the men, Toby and Leo especially, and seen the envy in their eyes.
“You hiding?” she asked, coming up behind him.
He turned away from the view and caught his breath at the sight of her. “Nah. Your dad wanted to know my intentions. He was getting worked up so I excused myself.”
“Maybe I should check on him,” she mumbled, glancing back through the open French doors.
His hands circled her waist and pulled her up against him. “I left him with Ainsley. CJ?” he whispered against her hair.
“Mm.”
“Wanna try out the bridal suite?” His breath was warm against her ear.
A tiny moan escaped CJ as she felt his growing erection against her thigh.
“What’s that baby?” he asked, his tongue flicking over her earlobe.
CJ slipped a hand between them and rubbed her palm over his groin. “Yes, she breathed, already backing towards the door.
He didn’t need to here her answer twice. His fingers entwined with hers as he tugged her through the main room and towards the lobby.
CJ waved her hand at the gathered assistants as Danny pulled her into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor.
As soon as the doors closed, his hands were on her, outlining the curves of her dress. His lips explored her throat as she moaned softly above him.
It was all CJ could do not to press the stop button.
“Danny,” she gasped as his thumb massaged her nipple through the silk of her gown.
“Yes, Mrs. Concannon?” He would never tire of hearing that. She was his wife, and he was going to make sure she never had cause to regret it.
Her lips covered his as she pressed him up against the mirrored wall. Her tongue, flicking against his lips, demanded entry as he continued to tease her.
The door opened on the floor below theirs and an old couple stood waiting. They took one look at the tall strawberry blonde and the redheaded man wrapped around one another and shook their heads. It had been forty years since their wedding day, but they recognized newlyweds when they saw them. Even without the wedding dress as a clue, the expression on the couple's face would have been enough, complete and utter adoration. Quietly, the old couple slipped back into the hallway as the doors closed.
Unaware that they had been seen, Danny slid his hand into the low back of his new wife’s dress. His fingertips slipped lower as he tried to squeeze her ever closer to him.
Her hands moved to his hair and down to his shoulders as she revelled in his touch, wishing away the many years they had wasted.
Finally the doors opened onto the top floor and Danny broke the kiss.
CJ was flushed, her breathing erratic as she smoothed down her dress. She couldn’t look him in the eye for fear he would know just how aroused she really was.
Lacing his fingers with hers, he tugged her out of the lift and down the corridor.
“For a lively conversationalist, you haven’t got a lot to say for yourself,” CJ teased.
A predatory growl escaped from Danny’s lips as he turned to look at her. “There are other things I’d rather be doing with my mouth.” His eyes let her know exactly what he had in mind.
“So now wouldn’t be a good time to mock Notre Dame?”
Danny spun around and pushed her up against the wall, his hands roaming her body desperately, brushing her nipples and stomach before releasing her again. “No,” he offered simply, heading for the bridal suite.
CJ left out a sharp intake of breath as she tried to compose herself. The intensity of the kisses they shared was nothing compared to the effect his hands had evoked.
The door was open and Danny was standing staring into the room when she finally caught up with him.
“Danny?”
He motioned with his head for her to look inside.
CJ shook her head at the sight of the hundreds of balloons filling the room. Her laughter was light and easy as she removed her sandal and began to pop the balloons. “I’m going to kill Josh.”
“Too original for Josh,” Danny mumbled, as he watched her.
“Maybe, but he had a hand in it somewhere.”
“Yeah, but this has the mark of Donna and Margaret,” Danny said, noticing that not all the inflatables were in fact balloons.
A path to the bed cleared, Danny touched CJ’s arm. “It’s traditional, you know,” he said, as he snaked an arm under her knees and another around her waist. Gently he lifted her up, his knees buckling under the weight. Steadily he adjusted the distribution on his arms and headed to the bed, CJ giggling above him.
Torn between slapping him and the possibility of him dropping her, and the option of ignoring his antics and wrapping her arms around him, CJ choose the latter. Trying to distract him, she softly nibbled his earlobe, working her way down to his collarbone.
“CJ,” he moaned as he lowered her onto the bed.
“What, husband of mine?” she purred, kicking her other shoe off and sprawling herself across the comforter.
“If you don’t stop this, you won’t get a full taste of the Danny experience.”
CJ slowly lifted her skirt up her leg, revealing her stockinged feet, and then her garter. She extended her leg in the air and cocked her head to one side. “It’s traditional, you know,” she said, repeating his earlier comment.
Danny’s jacket landed on the floor as he crawled onto the bed. His hand disappeared up her leg to her thigh. He growled as he realized she was indeed wearing stockings and a garter belt to boot.
Smirking at her briefly, Danny lowered his head to her thigh and grasped the blue garter between his teeth. Gently he eased it over her knee and down her leg as his hand made it’s way up the inside of her thigh to press against her panties. He grinned widely as he felt how damp and ready she was.
CJ whimpered at the pressure and willed herself not to response.
A moment later Danny appeared near her head, grinning broadly, the garter dangling between his teeth, his hand still pressing against her sex.
Taking it from him, she shook her head. “Nimrod!” Collapsing back onto the pale blue comforter, she placed a hand on each of his bearded cheeks and kissed him fully on the mouth.
Danny’s free hand moved to her neck, increasing the depth of the kiss.
When they came up from air, CJ’s eyes were wide and she looked up at him, obviously dazed. “Mm,” she mumbled.
“That’s it? Mm. Not wow? Or God, Danny? Just mm,” Danny scoffed.
CJ grabbed his tie and pulled him down towards her. “For a reporter, you talk too much.”
“It’s my job to ask questions.”
“Right now it’s your job to perform your matrimonial obligations,” she whispered, kissing his neck.
“Sounds like a job I could get into,” he grinned, removing his hand and pulling her up off the bed.
Danny pulled the covers down the bed and started to laugh. The sheets were littered with confetti hearts and flower petals. Someone, or rather the spin boys and their assistants, had managed to cover the bed while they were downstairs.
Caught up in her need for him, CJ unzipped her gown and stood before him as the shimmering material slid down her body and pooled at her feet.
His breath caught in his throat, as he turned and caught sight of her. “You are beautiful,” he mumbled, climbing off the bed and walking towards her.
She blushed under his intense scrutiny. “We have a slight inequality here,” CJ grinned, waving her hand between them.
“So what are you going to do about it?” he asked, as his hands cupped her breasts. “You’re perfect.”
Her smile reached her eyes as she reached for his suspenders and pinged them against his skin. “Come here Fishboy.”
“I’m yours for the taking.”
His tie ended up on the lamp, his suspenders hit a balloon and dropped to the floor.
“CJ,” he whispered as his hands covered hers, guiding her to his shirt buttons. “I want to make love to you.”
“Really? I would never have guessed,” she smirked, her eyes drifting to his obvious arousal. Her fingers caressed his chest as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders.
A low moan escaped Danny as CJ’s mouth moved to his nipple and her lips kissed the tiny bud. Her fingers continued to divest him of his clothes as he massaged her scalp.
Finally he stood before her, naked with his erection standing proud.
CJ looked him up and down and gently led him towards the bed, fully intent on loving him slowly.
That idea faded the minute he pressed her to the bed and began to kiss her passionately. His hands explored every inch of her as his lips planted kisses on every inch of exposed skin.
His nails caught in the nylon of her stockings and she heard the rip as he suckled on throbbing breast. His fingers made light work of the garter belt and he finally crawled back up her body to kiss her lips as her panties went sailing through the air.
“Danny,” she whimpered as his finger searched for her clit.
“Claudia.”
He gazed deep into her eyes and lost himself. His fingers probed her delicately, eliciting the tiny whimpers which sent shivers through his spine. Fleetingly his thumb brushed her clit and she bucked against him.
CJ moaned as he removed his hands and positioned himself over her.
Gently, allowing her to adjust to his entry, Danny slid into her, an inch at a time. He watched her face for signs of pain and found only pleasure etched across her features.
As they found a rhythm, he adjusted his position and she cried out beneath him. They moved fluidly as one, their hands and lips in constant contact.
CJ gripped his shoulders as he pulled out of her once more and thrust back in.
The pace became frantic as Danny thrust into her over and over again. He could feel her clenching around him and her moans were becoming louder as she felt herself losing control.
His eyes glazed over as he felt the surge of blood through his veins. “CJ,” he moaned as he spilled into her. He’d wanted to prolong the moment, but the feel of her around him and the clarity of her blue eyes took him over the edge.
Her own release was just as intense, as she followed seconds later.
Danny kissed her shoulder and looked up at her, his eyes full of adoration. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.” Her fingers stroked his bearded cheek as she tried to control her breathing.
With another light kiss to her pink tinged skin, Danny slid from deep inside her and rolled to her side. His fingers laced with hers as he closed his eyes and waited for his body to return to normal.
Some time later, CJ rolled onto her side and tucked an arm under her head. “We have a hundred guests downstairs.”
“And your point is?” he asked, picking the tiny confetti hearts from her slick skin.
“We should get back.” She rolled her eyes and couldn’t resist tweaking his nipple.
“Ouch,” he whined. “Can’t we just stay here?”
“We could,” she acknowledged. “However, someone would come looking for us, and in my experience they don’t leave me alone until they get what they want.”
“Does that work?” Danny asked hopefully, his fingertips sketching a path from her flushed breast to her hipbone.
“Sometimes.”
“And if I go back downstairs and play nicely, what do I get?”
“What do you get?” she asked, incredulous. “I married you. In a Catholic ceremony, no less. We’re spending our honeymoon near the Knickerbockers training ground.” Her voice rose to a squeak. “And you want to know what you get?”
“You’re so hot when you get indignant,” he smirked, leaning in and kissing her hard.
Her hand collided with his arm as she rolled out of bed. “You just wait, Concannon, you just wait.”
Danny rolled onto his back and watched as she climbed over balloons to gather her clothes.
Lifting her wedding gown aloft, she shook it firmly. Rice and flower petals flew across the room. CJ shook her head at him, lounging naked before her.
They had only been married a few hours and she was already having problems with him. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked, throwing her laddered stockings into the trashcan.
Whatever his punishment, he knew it wouldn’t dispel the overwhelming joy he felt at finally being her husband.
Some things were just meant to be, he concluded. Orange blossoms and rice at weddings, Republicans and Democrats at war, and CJ and him married.
The End