Title: Above The Clouds

Rating: NC-17, pure smut

Spoilers: Up to season three

Summary: An interesting flight.

The meeting had been somewhat a success, the guy had promised money for the campaign. It didn’t much matter to Leo if it was because he believed in President Bartlet or the fact he couldn’t take his eyes off CJ’s legs.

He would never admit it to her face but that was the main reason she had been dragged along for the ride, the guy had a monumental crush on her. She was already pissy about flying to Chicago at six in the morning, spending eight hours there and flying back the same day, he didn’t want to provoke her any further.

So now they sat side by side in Business Class waiting for the plane to take off. Right now she was sipping her soda and crossing her legs. The legs that went on forever, under the skirt that was riding up her thigh, revealing just a little too much leg. Oh she had just crossed her legs again and now there was the tiniest peak of uncovered skin, which meant stockings. Oh god, now he felt the heat rising in his body. If she looked at him now he was going to get a slap but the skirt was rising ever so slightly and he could just make out where the lace had dug into her leg.

He tried to look away, really he did, but he was only a man after all, some things are meant to be. He felt sudden movement and wondered if it was him, god did he really thrust forward.

If he had actually looked up Leo would have noticed her watching him, her lips quirking up in a grin. She followed his gaze down and shifted slightly, ensuring the skirt moved an inch further up. Her eyes wandered into his lap and the grin widened at the increasing bulge in his trousers. Involuntarily her hand followed her eyes and landed on his thigh.

Leo looked up and caught her eye, she was smiling and her eyes were dancing. Of course she liked to tease, but if he overstepped the mark would she turn to violence. Okay now he was sure he was blushing, the hand that was resting on his thigh was headed between his legs, stroking the inside of his leg. Of course when she did that his hips lifted off the chair and he felt suddenly constrained by his trousers. He was debating whether to play her at her own game when he suddenly became aware of the blanket covering their legs.

Her eyes were still locked with his and he was mesmerized by the mischief there. Her hand was on the move again and he had to stifle the gasp as her fingers pressed against his groin. That was the point reason disappeared and he forgot who he was.

Leo allowed his hand to snake under the blanket and cup her knee. She stiffened at the contact and relaxed when he didn’t move. The stakes went up for both of them.

She hadn’t planned to take it this far, maybe a little thigh fondling in revenge for the staring thing but now his eyes were urging her on and if there was one thing CJ didn’t need much of it was urging. Hell, it had been so long since she had sex she was seriously contemplating dragging him to the washroom and pinning him against the basin. Instead she allowed her fingers to walk up his fly until she felt the cold zip, it slid down easily as he leaned up towards her. The clasp took a little longer but she had been around the block a few times, and in much less comfortable places. She had to laugh, he was straining against her hand and making strange bleating noises. Of course every time her fingertips hit his tip he wiggled his hips.

She was driving him crazy, nothing overly forceful but her hands were massaging in all his sensitive spots. CJ was licking her lips, her tongue sticking out every so often before she sucked it back in. There was only one thing for it he knew, play her at her own game. Slowly his hand moved across the stocking and along the inside of her thigh. CJ shut her legs together, squeezing tight. Leo pouted and she laughed. Not being a man to back down from a challenge he continued to run his hand upwards now stroking both legs, before removing his hand altogether. She pouted and he grinned, the wide heart stopping grin that made her heart lurch. Her legs opened wide and he patted her thigh gently. As her fingers teased at the buttons on his shorts Leo slid his hand deftly between her legs and against her panties, his grin widening as she squirmed at his touch.

CJ glanced around the cabin to ensure no one was paying attention; most were either sleeping or listening to the movie. She turned her attention back to Leo and winked just before her hand made it’s way into the shorts and took a firm hold of his erection. Leo jumped, bleated and involuntarily pushed his fingers against her panties. CJ groaned clutching her seat with her free hand.

Leo wasn’t sure when exactly he had lost his mind but he was fast going out of it. CJ was stroking the length of his shaft, firmly but tenderly. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and his body had slid further down the seat to give her easier access. He fleeting wondered if this was something she did regularly on Air Force One but dispelled it as her thumb circled his tip and she licked her lips. He knew if she carried on for much longer he would climax there in his seat and the blanket would have to find it’s way into his briefcase.

Well the office gossip was certainly right, if bigger was better Leo was definitely the man for the job. She could have done with both hands to tease him but that would have drawn attention and besides that was the only thing keeping her from screaming out loud. His fingers had long since moved away from her thighs and now his fingers were inside her panties. She had grimaced at the slightly wet sound when he had first entered her and shifted her eyes around the cabin. Now he was gently thrusting a finger inside her and she was pushing down onto him. Of course if they had been alone she would have been panting and screaming by now but this was new. Silent foreplay was more erotic, their hands were lead by their eyes and right now he was close to losing control. CJ increased the pace, causing him to moan at the increased friction between his skin and his trousers. He in turn removed one finger and inserted two, regulating his timing to hers. Their movements became frantic as they both wanted release. Then suddenly Leo placed a hand over hers and stopped her.

A look of surprise crossed CJ’s face, well he thought it was surprise but it may well have been anger. He allowed his eyes to wander down to the blanket and back to her face. Leaning across until his mouth was an inch from her ear, he exhaled.

‘Follow me to the washroom.’

CJ looked at him and her eyebrows rose in confusion.

‘If we’re gonna do this I want to be inside you,’ he whispered. His fingers slid out of her and his hands met under the blanket reorganising his clothes. CJ followed suit. Satisfied they were both composed Leo stood and walked towards the back of the cabin. Two seconds later CJ got up, stretched and headed in the same direction.

If anyone recognised the White House Chief of Staff and Press Secretary disappear into an aeroplane washroom together nobody reacted. Leo had to admit this was probably the craziest thing he had ever done, and to be truthful he wasn’t sure how they were going to pull it off. He entered the cubicle first and pulled her in after him, squeezing her against the sink.

CJ shifted her bottom, trying to get comfortable, for a small man he certainly had strength, if his flinging her against the unit was anything to go on. She only hoped he had vigour or maybe that should be stamina. His head was at present nestling against her cleavage, his warm breath blowing against the silk of her bra, sending waves of sensations down her body. It was certainly different and had they been in bed with hours to spare she would have quite enjoyed it, as it was they needed to get on with it. It had nothing to do with the fact she was damp and her body was crying out for him. Okay so next time her and the spin boys got drunk and did confessions this was something she really shouldn’t mention. CJ put her hands behind her and pulled herself onto the sink.

Leo thought he was in ecstasy, her skin was soft and he could feel her thighs trembling against his leg. Taking control he placed a hand on either thigh and pushed himself against her. She let out a squeak and he grinned. CJ leaned down and pulled Leo’s chin upwards, he pouted at the lack of contact with her breasts but grinned as her lips captured his. The kiss started gently enough, teasing even, as she enjoyed the softness of his lips, licking each lip in turn. Leo responded by opening his mouth and the kiss deepened. As they became more frantic, mouths open, tongues plunging deeper and deeper, both forgot to breathe. His hands wrapped around her neck and held her to him as he took control of the kiss.

Softly CJ pulled away, if they continued any longer she would turn blue from lack of air and he would be in her lap. She had to admit his grin had kept his promises, his hands were experienced, his lips fulfilling. But as much as this was the best foreplay she had had in years time was becoming of the essence, they were in a washroom and due to land in thirty minutes. Unwilling to break the mood by hurrying him she tried another tactic.

‘I need you, NOW,’ she whispered leaning close to his ear.

He didn’t need telling twice, god the fact she had said it once had him straining against her leg. Leo’s hands moved to her skirt, CJ lifted her hips to aid him, and he pushed it up her thighs until it puddled around her waist. His fingers deftly pulled at her panties, pulling them off with one hand and tucking them in his shirt pocket. He gently circled her opening and almost climaxed at the wetness.

CJ’s long fingers felt for his fly and in seconds his trousers ended up around his ankles, his erection popping out as his boxers followed suit. Slowly she moved to stroke him and he grew in her hand. She quirked her mouth in a smirk and leaned closer to his ear to exhale, whispering words of encouragement. Leo continued to circle her sex, flicking across it rhythmically, causing her to squirm against the linoleum. Suddenly CJ gasped and slid towards him. Leo nibbled on her neck and CJ arched towards him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She wanted him, the tap digging into her back aside, he was building her up again.

Leo listened for the change in her breathing, hoping she would hold off long enough for him to slide inside. She gasped as his tongue flicked against her neck in time to his thumb against her clit. Taking it as his cue Leo slipped a hand between them, grabbed his shaft and in one fluid movement slid into her. CJ clenched around him and moaned, exactly what he couldn’t make out but for two people who worked with words they had long since become redundant. Feeling the sudden tightness and wetness around him Leo began to thrust. She met him stroke for stroke, clutching the roof as he plunged into her, her breasts rubbing against their silken cover and against his chest.

The lack of space made it impossible to do anything but hold on and go with the flow. Leo held her by the waist, hands tangled in her skirt, CJ clung to him by her legs around his hips, the roof her only support as they continually increased the pace. Suddenly the increased friction meant CJ came flying off the sink and pushed Leo against the wall, him holding her entire weight. Lost in the moment they continued to thrust against each other, flushing the toilet and pulling waves of towel off as they went. It was only by sheer luck they missed the assistance button.

Leo braced himself as he came with a groan, CJ following seconds later in a rush of warmth screaming his name. Leo’s knees gave out from under him and they landed in a heap on the ground, panting in time with the other. A minute later CJ removed Leo from her cleavage and kissed him, hard on the mouth. He froze for a second then responded, his tongue darting into her mouth, sucking at her lower lip. She sighed as they heard footsteps outside and extracted herself from the floor, helping him up with her. He watched as she pulled her skirt down and checked her appearance in the mirror before exiting. Leo moved shakily, cleaning himself up and straightening his clothes. He grinned at himself in the mirror and stepped out into the aisle.

The flight attendants were preparing for landing and passengers were gathering their belongings. CJ avoided looking at anyone as she retook her seat and clicked her seat belt into place. The grin that crossed her face she pushed away and concentrated on a briefing paper. Leo slid in beside her a second later, grin wider than ever, and winked.

‘What?’ She whispered.

‘You weren’t lying about being great in bed, you just never mentioned aeroplane bathrooms.’

‘LEO,’ she groaned.

He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her, ‘I’d keep it as a souvenir but you’d have to explain to the taxi driver why you aren’t wearing any knickers.’

CJ blushed and snatched the offending item, stuffing it into her briefcase. Glaring at him she noticed his smug expression and leaned closer.

‘Next time we’re try the washroom on Air Force One.’

It was her turn to smirk as he went crimson and his eyes went wide in horror.

The End