Title: The Wheels on The Bus

Series: On the Move

Follows: On the Fast Lane

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

Summary: Do what we always do, blame it on Josh.

Rating: NC-17 for pure smut

The Wheels on the Bus…

So here they were in New England, in Summer, in a heat wave, on a bus. Which needs some explanation. The President, in his wisdom, yeah wisdom, thought it might be fun to relive the old days and campaign on a bus. Of course not the single-decker coach type thing they had in the previous campaign.

He had them hire a tour bus that some English boyband, Westlife or Blue or something, had used the Summer before. Which was just great, what with it’s own shower, toilet, kitchen and media system. Except it got a little crowded during the day with the Senior staff, three assistants, Bruno’s guys and a driver, not the President who flew from Manchester each day and toured in a limo.

Leo had long since taken over the bedroom as his office, leaving the door open, because one it was hot, and two he didn’t like the idea of being shut in such a small space with Margaret. The day before Josh had gone missing only to be found two hours later making phone calls in the bathroom with Donna sat on the shower floor making notes. So yeah here they were slightly frazzled.

Of course one of the greatest problems was that no one was sleeping much at night either. Which meant everyone was cranky during the day.

Tonight they were in Connecticut, which meant Josh was in rather a better frame of mind than anyone else, insisting as he was home he would show them the sights, hence across town in a bar five members of the White House Staff were getting drunk.

Toby had disappeared with Doug into the hotel bar to write, or argue or hold staring contests, no one was quite sure which.

Bruno and Connie were supposedly planning the next campaign tour, although when CJ left her motel room to get some air Connie’s voice sounded very much like she was getting a little more than air.

CJ sighed and continued on her quest. Approaching the bus she was surprised to find the lights on and soft music playing. Keying in the code for the door she made her way inside.

Leo was laying on the floor in his T-shirt, glasses on his nose, reading. She watched for a second then coughed.

‘Great minds think alike.’

He rolled his head to look at her and grinned, ‘It’s the coolest place I could find to work.’

‘The thermometer in my room read 90, I planned to put the air conditioning on in here and chill out, pardon the pun.’

He sat up and turned to look at her, his glasses precariously perched. ‘I thought you’d gone with Josh and the others,’ he said.

CJ groaned, ‘Two nights was enough, and I’m not up to refereeing in the bar. Want a soda?’ she asked stepping over him and opening the fridge.

‘Yeah.’

CJ continued to stand with the door open, enjoying the cold breeze.

Leo got up and followed her into kitchen. He grinned at her, as she held her head back and closed her eyes. Approaching quietly he peeked over her shoulder and his grin widened at the sight of her nipples hardening beneath her tank top. ‘I have something in my briefcase for you,’ he whispered against her ear making her jump and her eyes fly open.

‘LEO.’

He reached past her and grabbed two sodas, handing her one he headed into the bedroom.

She followed, the can now pressed against the back of her neck.

Leo sat in the middle of the bed, his briefcase open and a small Victoria Secret’s box on top.

‘You didn’t?’ she gasped.

He shrugged and toyed with the package, ‘Mail order, special delivery. I guessed the size.’

CJ sat down on the bed and giggled as it sank below her. Opening the box and moving aside the tissue paper she pulled out five pairs of panties, in five different colours.

‘Thank you,’ she managed before counting them, ‘Five Leo?’

Leo grinned, ‘A guy can live in hope.’

CJ went to lean back and fell in a heap across the bed. Wasting no time in thinking about it Leo leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. It took a second for her to react before she reached up around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. He wriggled and eventually ended up alongside of her. The kiss seemed to go on forever as it developed from a closed mouth to a deep wet, tongues tangling moment.

In need of air Leo pulled away and lay there looking down. ‘Should I lock the door?’ he asked, looking into her eyes for clarity.

CJ ran her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck and commented, ‘We’ve never tried it in a bed.’

‘Not adventurous enough for you?’

She bounced up and down a few times and grinned, ‘It’ll do.’

Leo stood and closed the bedroom door, sliding the bolt across. He kicked his shoes off as he climbed back to lay beside her. His eyes were drawn to the swell of her chest straining against her top.

CJ followed his gaze and licked her lips. ‘Is it me or is it suddenly getting warm in here?’ she teased running her fingers along the hem of her top, inching it up slightly to reveal her navel.

Leo’s eyes followed her fingers as she stroked the underside of her breasts with the cotton, his own tongue peaking out between his lips.

CJ moved in and sucked it into her mouth.

Leo made a noise which sounded like a horse whining as she took possession of his tongue. He groaned as her fingers yanked the t-shirt from his pants and her nails scraped up his back.

CJ had to admit sex with Leo was becoming an addiction; every time it happened she spent the next few days needing and wanting more. In meetings she found herself mentally undressing him, which, now that she felt his skin beneath her, was nowhere near as good as the real thing. She briefly toyed with the idea of ripping his T-shirt off. She discarded it when she considered how weak she’d look when she couldn’t tear it, and the fact she knew it was his last one, therefore she would have to spend the rest of the trip distracted by the sight of his nipples through his cotton shirt.

Leo arched his back against her fingers and continued to kiss her, willing himself to hold off long enough to be inside her. Since the scene with the fridge he had been trying to hide an erection. He allowed his hands to gently caress her breasts through the cotton, cupping each one and thumbing her nipples. She moaned against his teeth. He felt her hands moving around to his sides and knew where she was heading. Breaking the kiss suddenly he sat up, pulled the T-shirt over his head and tossed it against the door. When he looked down she was grinning up at him appreciatively. He lowered himself back down, breathing in as his chest crushed on top of hers.

‘Leo,’ she whispered as his face stopped inches from hers.

‘Claudia.’

‘It’s too hot for all this,‘ she said waving her hands around.

He gazed down at her in dejection, ‘It is?’

‘What I meant to say was, it’s too hot for clothes.’

He watched as she rolled from under him and stood before him. He continued to stare as the tank top came up and over her head and her pants dropped to the floor. It was then he noticed the thong. She turned away from him to kick off her sandals and his jaw dropped as he saw the well rounded cheeks. He made a strange whimpering noise as the tiny piece of material slipped down her legs. When he looked back up she was watching him, a wry grin on her face.

‘I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours.’

‘What are we, five?’ he grumbled.

‘Do I look five to you?’ she teased turning around slowly and running her hands along her curves.

‘Uh, no,’ he mumbled.

She waited for him to stand. Comfortable in her own skin she had no qualms about him seeing her naked, in fact he already had by moonlight. Now she wanted to be able to stare at him, and see for herself his cute little backside and his athletic thighs. It had been on her mind a lot since she found out he owned the rather expensive cycle the President had broken. Leo was a keen cyclist which meant his leg muscles had to be good. She tapped her thigh for him to hurry up. He removed his socks first, a good sign for any woman, then he fumbled with his pants. She was on the verge of helping him when they joined his socks. Her eyes rested on his erection, or rather the green underpants that were straining to one side. He looked down and their eyes locked as they both looked up at the same time.

‘I take it you’re pleased to see me,’ she said.

He growled and yanked the pants down, standing before her in nothing but his glasses. CJ looked him up and down and whistled, motioning with her hands for him to turn around. He grumbled and did as he was told. Crawling back on the bed CJ patted the space beside her.

‘You’re getting very bossy.’ He commented.

‘So make me lose control,’ she challenged.

Leo grinned and removed his glasses, ‘I’ll make you lose control then I’ll make you beg.’

‘Like hell you will,’ she threw back.’

Never one to lose a fight Leo licked his lips and leaned in to kiss her earlobe. After each kiss he blew gently on the wet skin causing her to whimper quietly beside him. Moving down her throat he caressed her shoulders with his lips. CJ was trying everything to distract him, blowing in his ear, running her nails down his back and talking dirty into his hair. Leo allowed small moans to emit against her body but continued to work his way down her body. Circling her breast he ignored the most sensitive areas, concentrating on the mostly disregarded area, the underside of her breast. CJ lifted her body to encourage him to move upwards but he grinned and used his fingers against her hip to draw her attention. When he reached her navel he blew raspberries across the indentation and she giggled above him. Looking up he smiled at the expression on her face, she looked totally relaxed and at ease, something which he hadn’t seen in weeks.

‘You’re a beautiful woman Claudia Jean,’ he whispered and watched as the flush started at her ears and crept towards her breasts. ‘And amazingly tactile,’ he added his hand dipping between her thighs and feeling the dampness.

Leo returned to his kisses, covering her stomach and blowing lightly when he came to her curls. He could feel her fingers massaging his scalp, which, in light of his receding hair, was extremely erotic.

CJ had to admit he was a perfect gentleman, his ministrations were firm but tender and she didn’t want them to end anytime soon. Of course if he carried on like that she was going to climax pretty soon and he certainly wasn’t going to get her to beg. She watched as he lay between her thighs, his fingers stroking her soft skin as he gently eased her legs apart. She smiled as she watched his face, his concentration evident in the furrowed brow. She gasped as he lightly kissed her thighs and his fingers drew tiny shapes in her curls. She couldn’t quite decided if he was loving her or torturing her but for sure this was one addiction she wasn’t planning to cold turkey in a hurry.

It was sudden, the way he fingers parted her outer folds, and his lips clamped onto her sex. CJ moaned loudly and grabbed the sheets with her hands. He was sucking at her and she could feel the spasms starting. Her body arched involuntarily and she screamed as her first orgasm washed over her. As her body sank back to the bed he inserted one finger inside her and began to twist, she thrust against him and his lips took her over again, and again.

When she collapsed onto the bed for the third time he kissed her clit and shifted back up the bed.

‘I didn’t quite hear you CJ, what did you want?’ He teased brushing her hair from her face and nuzzling her shoulder.

‘Damn you,’ she panted. ‘Leo.’

‘You were calling me god just now, and a few expletives thrown in.’ His grin had a self satisfied edge to it and she hit him on the arm.

‘I wanted you inside me,’ she whispered, her fingers tracing the firm definition of his upper torso.

‘You didn’t beg.’

She shook her head, ‘Was there any chance that I would?’

Leo looked up at her, his eyes bright, ‘I hoped you would, for me,’ he added quietly.

CJ allowed her fingers to touch his shaft as she lowered her mouth to his, ‘Please, please make love to me Leo,’ she whispered as her lips covered his.

He had really wanted her to beg, to call his name and really want him. It had ceased to be about sex, he still wanted to have fun with her but he wanted more to be part of her life. He hoped she could feel how much he needed her by the way his erection was rubbing her leg and when he heard her ask him to make love his stomach did a somersault. Shifting his body to balance over her, he pushed himself up on his elbows and prayed he could hold his weight long enough to climax with her. Easing himself gently he slid his tip inside her.

She moaned and her hands clawed for his hips.

He waited for a second before pushing in a little further. He mirrored his movements with his tongue and she sucked hungrily on him.

CJ arched her back as he pushed deep inside her and began to thrust slowly.

He groaned as her hands tried to pull him closer still to her and started to move faster. He wasn’t sure how she managed to get her long limbs up around his back but he wasn’t complaining as she screamed his name and moved with him. The pace was anything but rhythmic but she was keeping in time with him. Leo felt her clench around him and heard his name on her lips.

Pulling out as far as he dare he recaptured her lips as he thrust deep inside her. Her scream was muffled by the kiss and her shudders dragged him into her release and he climaxed seconds after her. His arms gave out and he fell on top of her, his chest crushing against her. They lay in silence, his erratic breathing and her panting filling the air.

As they both found equilibrium he slipped from inside her and rolled to lay beside her.

A minute later CJ sat up, her body glistening, and reached for the soda. She rolled the freezing can across his stomach and laughed heartily as he gasped and glared at her. Then he grinned at her and she melted. The temperature in the room suddenly went on twenty degrees as she caught the unmistakeable look in his eyes.

Taking a chance she rolled onto her side, resting the can on his stomach and locked eyes. ‘So where do we go from here?’ she asked.

‘Newport, Rhode Island,’ he replied.

‘Leo, my record isn’t very good.’

‘Neither is mine,’ he whispered. ‘Stay the night.’

She shook her head and twisted the can, ‘What if someone comes in?’

‘I’ll wake you early. It’s got to be cooler in here than in your room.’

CJ closed her eyes and opening the can took a sip, ‘How are you going to explain all this to Margaret?’

‘Us, the mess, or the fact it’s fairly obvious someone’s had sex in here?’

CJ’s eyes flew open, ‘I meant the mess, the scent, the expression on your face,’ she stammered, just a little surprised by how quickly they’d become an us.

Leo grinned and tweaked her nipple, ‘Do what we always do, blame it on Josh.’ He pulled her closer to him and turned off the light.

The End