Title: On the Fast Lane

Series: On the Move

Follows: Above the Clouds

Spoilers: Up to and including series three to be on the safe side

Summary: Or you could just lighten up

Rating: NC-17 for pure smut

So here they were, alone in a hire car driving across state because someone had messed up, mentioning no names, Toby.

The others were still in Dallas, but after Toby managed to piss one of the largest networks off CJ had to go and make nice with the News Director. The next flight out wasn’t until tomorrow and they really needed to be there before morning.

Leo wasn’t quite sure how he managed to end up as the passenger.

CJ had made it clear early on there was no way Toby was coming within ten feet of her, the briefing book making contact with his head a sure sign.

Sam was still trying to finish the speech, with the President pushing for another draft, and Josh was holding down the fort in DC.

Jed had looked Leo directly in the eye and expressed his opinion that they couldn’t let a lone woman drive on her own through the night. So here they were. CJ driving, singing to the radio, which she had turned up far too high for his liking, and him sat next to her trying to make calls and read the map. They had already been on the road for two hours, and up for twelve hours before that.

CJ was enjoying the feel of the open road in front of her. In California she had enjoyed driving, frequently driving up to Napa at weekends, windows down, the radio her only company, now living in DC that wasn’t really an option.

Leo had been very quiet although he had given her the occasional glare as he tried to listen into the phone. Until that was he gave up and tossed the device into the back. How he could still be in his suit she didn’t know, her jacket was on the back seat and her blouse open wide over the shell. It had been quite a relief to find Leo was going to be joining her, on one hand for the company and on the other because she hadn’t quite mastered driving and map reading.

She smiled to herself and raised her voice an octave.

Leo shot her another glare. ‘Do you always do that?’ he asked.

‘Sing along? She said waving her hands in the air to the music.

‘Can you just keep your hands on the wheel. And, yeah the strangulated cat thing .’

CJ shot him a death look, ‘Or you could just lighten up.’

He frowned and concentrated on something out of the window.

She turned the music down but continued to sing. When he still hadn’t said anything in twenty minutes she asked, ‘What’s a matter?’

He shrugged, ‘Nothing. I think I’m going to catch a nap.’ He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

‘We could always stop at a motel and head out at first light,’ she surmised.

He didn’t open his eyes but mumbled a response.

Feeling a little weary herself CJ reached over and changed stations, at least that was the intention, until she felt his knee beneath her hand. Smiling to herself she moved it up his leg and stroked gently at his thigh.

Somewhere between sleep and awake Leo murmured. He had been trying to put the incident on the plane out of his mind but now he couldn’t switch it off. Her hand stroking his thigh, her nails running up the inside of his leg, inching closer to his fly. Her touch was so light yet it sent shivers up his spine and he remembered well the feel of her in his arms. He continued to remember the washroom, moaning lightly in his sleep.

CJ continued to touch him, his mumblings becoming more consistent. For a second she thought of pulling over and taking him there and then but common sense told her getting found by rangers in Texas giving her boss head wasn’t a good move. One hand on the wheel and her eyes watching out for other traffic her other hand continued to knead at the firmness of his thighs, gently flicking across the growing hardness in his trousers. She wasn’t sure why they seemed to be drawn to this, except he was amazingly responsive and had left her well satisfied the last time. Her forefinger hovered over his zip as she debated what his reaction would be if she continued to do this. She had two chances, he would either tell her no and spend the rest of the night extremely uncomfortable or go with the flow. The zip undone she unloosened the clasp in one easy movement.

Leo didn’t want to wake up, he suddenly felt more free and her fingers were flying over his erection. His dreams had always been pretty imaginative where she was concerned, her as his lap dancer the most erotic, but this was something else. She was coaxing him gently between her forefinger and thumb.

He reached out and walked his fingers up towards her pelvis gently rubbing against it. He could almost feel her shift with his touch, god his dreams were getting vivid. Now was one of the times he wished he was on his bed so that he could let his hands mimic hers.

Luckily there was not much traffic on the road as she leaned up into his touch. She glanced across and noted his eyes were closed, a hint of a grin forming on his face. Feeling bolder she slid slightly over in her seat and took a firm hold of his shaft. He moaned as her fingers closed around it and began to increase the friction. The next turning came into view and CJ pulled off, a sign ahead indicated a picnic stop, though she wasn’t quite sure why anyone would want to picnic there.

A mile later and a rather aroused Leo in her hand she turned into the park and stopped the car behind a clump of trees.

Leo stirred as he felt the smooth road disappear beneath them and a bumpy track appear. Thinking it was turbulence he sat further forward in his seat. He hoped she could feel what she did to him, god he wanted to do more. He could feel himself waking up as there was a sudden halt and he struggled to stay asleep. He kept his eyes closed, trying to prolong the dream.

Her warmth breath tickled against his covered thigh as her tongue licked at his tip, circling around him until her lips closed around him.

Which is when his eyes flew open and he looked down at her auburn hair lying across his lap. ‘CJ,’ his strangulated voice called.

She hummed against him as she said his name. Reaching between his legs she pulled a lever and the seat moved back. Her eyes glanced to the floor waying up the space and deciding at six foot two it wasn’t going to work. Her eyes moved upwards to Leo as she moved her hands from his thighs, her only contact with him her mouth around him. Her arms shrugged out of her blouse and it landed on the shelf in back. He watched as she wriggled the shell up to her neck.

Following her lead he slipped his hands around her back and released her butterfly, the bra falling down her arms to reveal the soft white breasts. Somehow it ended up on the mirror. As he tugged the shell up and over her head she released him.

In a tangle of limbs he pulled her out of her seat and into his lap. His lips blazed a trail of kisses along her jaw, across her throat and down towards her breasts.

CJ arched her back as he took her breasts in his mouth, sucking gently on each one. Her hands moved between them as she searched for his erection. His hand covered hers as he stopped her, whispering against her skin to wait. Never one to do as she was told and the fact that he was already flushed and hard she decided to take matters in her own hands, literally. Her hand moved up to the waistband of her pants and slipped inside the material. She groaned as her fingers found the sensitive skin. She wanted him to touch her but she wanted him to carry on where he was.

He was slightly amused by her lack of patience but as her groans intensified he changed his mind. Opening the door he pushed her out. She stumbled as she removed her hand and caught the doorframe.

‘Leo?’ she shouted, but he was following her, his hands forcing her pants down her legs. Not so gently he tore the silk panties leaving her stood before him naked.

‘Leo!’ she yelled a little louder, perturbed at what he was doing.

He threw her clothes on the front seat and opened the back door, motioning her in.

She stood with her arms folded glaring at him, which wasn’t quite what he had in mind. His plans involved her and him naked and rolling around on the back seat, preferably steaming the windows up.

Growling her name he tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her desperately. She responded equally as desperately, her hands and knee pushing his pants down. Pulling away she glanced down and gasped, and ground her body against him.

‘Get in,’ he ordered. When she didn’t move he removed the rest of his clothes, tossed them with the others and climbed in. Laying on his back watching her he grinned as she continued to glare at him torn between needing him and being angry. This he knew was going to be fun.

Okay, now she wasn’t sure what he was going to do, one minute they’re feeling each other up nicely, then he’s pushing her out of the car and stripping her. She desperately wanted to touch herself but he was watching her all predatory like and that disturbed her. Not as much as being naked in a park somewhere in Texas. Her eyes caught movement in the car as his hands rubbed across his nipples, across his stomach and now he was stroking his thighs, grinning at her. What was with the grin, was she just some amusement for him or was it his gift for getting women to surrender to him. His head was now resting against an elbow as he motioned to her with a finger. Her eyes went back to his thighs and settled on his groin, seeing it for the first time, upright and proud. That made the decision for her.

She walked up to the car and climbed rather unsexylike into the back seat.

Now this was better, CJ’s naked skin against his chest, her hands cupping his cheeks as she leaned in to kiss him. This time was gentle and more tender and she slid back down his body, sucking on his nipples and licking his navel, leaving wet trails all down his body. Her stomach was causing friction against his erection and he wasn’t sure if he could hold off anymore. It was times like these he felt like a young man; ready to throw her on her back and fuck her until she begged him to stop. Okay that wasn’t him, that sounded all too much like Josh. He tried to touch her shoulder but she was assaulting his senses, he groaned loudly as his nipples sprung to attention, and her mouth closed down on his shaft. He bucked and she nipped him.

‘CJ,’ he cried.

CJ’s fingers touched his lips and he sucked them in. The sudden intimacy made her whimper and push her sex along his thigh. He couldn’t wait any longer and he growled against her fingers,

‘I want to be inside you.’

CJ raised her head and grinned. This was definitely a change from last time, and she liked the idea of submissive Leo. Slowly she shifted her body up over him then lowered herself onto his erection. He gasped as she took him fully inside on the first thrust. His hands moved to caress her hips as she began to move in a rhythm with him. She moaned as she went down on him and he growled at the friction.

It wasn’t ideal she had to admit, her height made the back of a car less than comfortable but his responses made her smile. For a man who liked to speak in gestures when it came to sex his sounds said it all. Tucking her legs under his body she increased the pace, leaning in to his touch. She grinned as she clenched her muscles around him and came in a wave of warmth. He tightened his grip on her hip to stop her sliding off. Raising her body slightly to tease him she wasn’t surprised when he firmly yanked her back down and tried to find release. Blowing him a kiss she began to ride him, throwing her head back and moving as fast as she could and still hold on. Her hands grabbed what they could and the car when dark.

Leo came in a rush, CJ collapsing on top of him. They lay nose to nose as he slid from her.

Neither said a word between pants and gasps. As suddenly as they began CJ climbed off him, her knee bruising his thigh and her nails scraping his chest. She stood on the grass, pulling her clothes back on as he lay watching her, looking like a Cheshire Cat. She waved her hands at him,

‘Will you stop doing that.’

He shook his head and sat up, ‘I’m just lightening up.’

CJ held up the remnants of silk, that’s two pairs of Victoria Secrets’ knickers you owe me now.’

‘Make it three, we’re on the campaign bus next week.’

CJ stood up straight and tucked her hair behind her ears, ‘You’re…you’re incorrigible.’ Throwing the blouse over his shoulder she climbed into the passenger seat.

‘I’m driving then,’ he said locating his clothes.

She took the silk boxer shorts from his hand and tucked them into her trouser pocket with a grin, ‘Just in case.’

He walked around to the driver’s seat, adjusted the seat and switched on the demister. Climbing in he grinned at her without a hint of embarrassment, ‘You can read a map right?’

‘As long as north is still where I think it is.’

‘We’re going south.’

The End

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