The staff party was the only night all year when the staff didn’t have to, well, work. Nobody was ever sure quite what sort of party it was going to be.

Abbey played hostess, organising food, presents and providing a well stocked bar.

When the rest of the staff went home at midnight those closest to the president got to stay. Which is generally when the decorum broke down.

After three beers Josh could generally be found sprawled in a corner, signing at the top of his lungs to whatever was playing on the stereo, which on this occasion was some Britney Spears song.

Toby continued in his dour existence, hogging the bottle of whiskey and gumphing and growling in appropriate places, which considering he was talking to the First Lady was hardly appropriate. Of course the less he said the less likely he was to embarrass himself and imagine her naked on his office couch.

Sam, in his naivety, got slapped and squashed by the various females he thought were coming on to him, this year Maxine from the Social Secretary’s office and a tall brunette from the Liaison office.

Leo as the only stone cold sober attendee watched from his armchair, laughing at their failings and figuring out suitable punishments.

Of course Bartlet being Bartlet he couldn’t give on on torturing his staff.

 It was three in the morning when he decided they should open presents, and glancing around the room his eyes fixed on CJ.

She hadn’t had time to change and was still in the red shift dress and jacket she had worn all day, her long legs now shoeless. She swayed slightly as she stood talking to Donna but at least she was coherent.

He had briefly caught her under the mistletoe earlier in the evening but she had politely pointed out the inappropriateness of the situation and disappeared. Now the President called her over and CJ sighed, fully anticipating a trivia marathon, so was pleasantly surprised.

‘CJ, come with me. We have to get presents.’

‘Sir you have people for that, and Abbey.’

Jed looked at her, ‘Abbey is trying to cheer Toby up and I want you.’

CJ shrugged and put her glass down on a table as they passed.

The elevator ride was uneventful as they climbed inside with the agents.

Once upstairs he dragged CJ into the bedroom and handed her the gifts. At the door to the elevator he turned to his agents, ‘You guys can go on down, we’ll be fine.’

‘But sir, we need…’

‘It’s one floor, CJ can protect me, and we’ll meet you at the door.’

The agent in charge was about to argue and thought better of it, he muttered a few words into his radio and instructed guards to go to every floor, that way if the President played one of his usual tricks they would be covered.

Jed and CJ stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the residence. The elevator started up and seconds later died. Of course it wouldn’t have died if the President hadn’t leaned against the buttons.

‘This shouldn’t happen in the White House,’ CJ stated, more concerned about being alone with him than being stuck in a lift.

‘Well now that it has and it will take a while to get us out what shall we talk about?’

CJ groaned, the situation was getting worse, alone with the President and a trivia marathon. She settled back and tried to concentrate, except he was talking nonsense. CJ looked at him closely and noted the increased colour and his laboured breathing.

He was now nursing the champagne; he insisted they all share when opening gifts, another of the Bartlet‘s crazy traditions.

‘Did you mix your medications again Sir?’ CJ asked grabbing the champagne bottle.

‘Might have done,’ he giggled.

CJ held on tight to the bottle, ‘In which case you shouldn’t drink this.’

He reached for the bottle and tried to wrestle it away, CJ held tight, leaning back to gain better leverage.

Jed swung for it once more and pushed CJ over landing on top of her, his face nestled in her cleavage. ‘Ooops, now how did that happen?’ He shifted slightly to put his weight on his hands, ‘You know I’ve always liked this red suit.’

‘God, help me now. Sir you need to get up.’ If there was one time she wished she’d picked up her cell now was it, instead she was stuck in a lift with a high President who was at present head first in her breasts.

‘But I’m comfy,’ he mumbled. ‘Want to go to sleep.’

CJ tried to push him off but it was no good, he was heavier than her. ‘You really don’t Sir.’

His reply came muffled and then he began to move.

CJ stiffened as she felt something rub against her thigh. Please no she thought this really can’t be happening.

His lips found the cleft at the base of her throat and began planting butterfly kisses. His hips were moving against her and she realised exactly what it was that kept Abbey looking so satisfied.

‘Sir,’ she tried again.

‘You have …beautiful skin…’ he whispered between kisses. ‘Soft…smell of …peaches.’ his lips were working their way up her throat kissing, sucking and occasionally licking.

CJ wasn’t sure if she was being punished or rewarded. On one hand he was the President, this was a PR disaster, they could be caught at any second and it probably wasn’t her he thought he was with. On the other he was the most fantastic kisser, it had been a long time since she’d had sex, and she was fast becoming aroused.

His hands were beginning to wander, lightly cupping her breasts and rubbing at her nipples through the fabric, before placing gentle swirls across her stomach. His lips brushed hers as she felt his hand move lower.

That was the point she lost reason. CJ moved her hand into his hair and pulled him down to her, she opened her mouth to his as he began to thrust his tongue into her.

Jed’s thigh was pushing her dress up and CJ lifted her hips to make things easier. That was when Jed let out a moan, ‘Stockings Claudia, oh god what are you trying to do to me.’

Lost to his kiss and the feel of his fingers stroking the sensitive skin at the top of the stockings CJ didn’t hear him call her name.

 Jed’s fingers were circling the edge of her panties, his thumb rubbing at her sex through the satin. ‘You’re wet?’

CJ moved her hand down between them, ‘and you’re hard.’

His fingers moved the material to one side and he pushed one finger into the wet warmth.

CJ groaned and her fingers tugged at his belt and loosened his fly.

His erection popped out and pushed against her. Meanwhile he was inserting two fingers into her, pulling them almost out and plunging back in again.

CJ groaned with each thrust, her hands at either side of his trousers edging them down his hips, his boxers going with them.

Jed moved up, kneeling between her thighs and watching her face reacting to his caresses.

CJ took his erection in both hands and began to caress, picking up speed as he groaned. Her eyes closed as his thumb found her clit and he flicked back and forth matching her pace. CJ felt herself going over the edge, all rhyme and reason gone, ‘God yes, more, harder.’

A second later he added a third finger and she cried in climax. As she came back down he continued his ministrations, his own state of readiness becoming urgent.

‘CJ, what do you want?’ He asked his fingers being sucked into her. He may be the President but he couldn’t make her do this, it had to be her decision. He debated whether to level with her but if she knew the truth he couldn’t be sure she would continue.

CJ opened her eyes, ‘I want you to fuck me, uh I mean…’

‘I know what you mean.’ Jed positioned himself over her, removing his fingers and thrusting himself into her.

CJ gasped and clenched him inside.

He was about to ask if he’d hurt her when she thrust against him, clutching him deeper inside. Jed was already on the brink, the warmth and tightness bringing him ever closer to orgasm.

They quickly found their rhythm, presents flying across the lift as CJ reached out for something to clutch. Finding nothing she grabbed his shoulders and squeezed just as his thumb made contact with her clit. Seconds later her hips were rising off the ground in time to his thrusts.

Jed placed his free hand on her stomach and held her down as his thumb circled her sex. He winced at the pain in his shoulders as she stiffened and allowed herself to be taken over the edge, clenching him tightly. As she relaxed he came, collapsing on top of her.

They lay entangled as their breathing regulated and nature took its course, clothes askew, presents no longer neatly stacked.

CJ regained her professionalism first and sat up, straightening her clothes and checking on her President. ‘Are you okay Sir, I mean the medication…?’

The elevator started its descent and he scrabbled to redress.

When the elevator opened a few minutes later they were on opposite sides of the lift and sat against the wall.

The Secret Service agents helped them up and escorted them out of the lift, picking up the presents as they went.

Abbey greeted them first, ‘Jed, are you okay, I was worried, you’re past your meds time.’

CJ went wide-eyed and stared at him.

Abbey eyed the champagne, ’You didn’t?’

‘Nah, I’m sober and drug free.’ The President looked back at CJ and shrugged, ‘When all else fails…lie.’

The End