Title: Crest of a Wave

Series: On the Move

Follows: The Wheels on the Bus

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

Summary: Moor, more, more.

Rating: NC-17

Crest of a Wave

A whole weekend off. It didn’t seem possible, or sensible, if you asked Leo, but the President had issued a direct order that they were all to leave their offices at five on the Friday night and he didn’t want to see them back before eight am on the Monday morning. It had been so long since any of them had done anything remotely like relaxing they had all looked at each other in horror. Toby booked a flight to Edwards Air Force Base and planned to spend the weekend with his brother, drinking scotch and getting to know his family. Josh planned to take the shuttle to New York to watch the Mets game, dragging Donna with him. He planned to teach her all there was to know about baseball, which as she pointed out wouldn’t take him that long. In fact he also promised to show her the sights and buy her dinner. How could a girl ever refuse? Sam had three choices as it turned out, fly home to California, where they would be in a few weeks anyway; spend time on the boat or, and really it wasn’t optional, go to Charlotte with Ainsley to meet Mom and Pop. He let her book the flight and agreed to go. That being said his boat was going free, knowing CJ was at a loose end he offered her it’s use, moored or, if she felt the urge, to take it out to sea. Having lived on the ocean she knew how to sail and quite fancied a weekend away from it all. So it was she found herself in Leo’s office on the Thursday night.

‘Have you got plans yet?’ she asked leaning against the doorframe.

He glanced in the direction of Margaret’s office and raised his eyebrows.

‘She’s in the Bullpen, the girls are planning a weekend of leisure,’ she grinned. Walking over to the desk she leaned forward placing her hands palm down on the desk and showed him just enough cleavage. He looked up and got an eyeful.

‘CJ,’ he warned.

‘Leopold. Can you sail?’

‘No.’

‘At last something you’re not accomplished at,’ she teased, running her tongue across her lips. ‘Sam’s offered me his boat for the weekend, it’s moored in Annapolis. I’m thinking a bag of groceries, open sea…’ She let it drift off. ‘Care to join me?’

He shook his head, ‘I have plenty of work to do.’

‘No work, remember,’ she leaned forward. ‘Anyway I can always go out alone.’ Turning she headed back towards the door.

‘Are you kidding me?’ He yelled. ‘You could fall overboard or something.’ And from what he knew about CJ that wasn’t outside the realms of possibility.

‘I’ll be just fine, Dad taught me to sail when I was ten,’ she informed him.

‘I’m coming with you,’ he said.

CJ smiled as she headed back down the corridor, sometimes Leo was so easy to predict.

At five ten on Friday night the West Wing was eerily quiet. Everyone had left and the President smiled to himself as he checked each office in turn and sent the assistants on their way.

CJ had offered to drive, Leo had refused, remembering the last time he had let her drive. As soon as they got in the car he turned the radio to the travel news and adjusted the volume. CJ climbed in beside him and went to change channels but he slapped her hand away. The drive took just under two hours and they pulled up at the marina at seven o’clock. Unpacking the bags from the trunk CJ led the way to pier three and started searching for The Angelina. It came as a bit of a surprise to find a twenty six foot white yacht waiting for them. It looked brand new, but then again neither could remember the last time Sam had been able to get away.

‘Wow.’

CJ climbed aboard and held out her hand for Leo to pass up the bags. Dropping the essentials on the deck she reached down and pulled him up. While he tried to regain his balance CJ unlocked the cabin and took the three steps down.

‘Leo,’ she called, making her way to the back of the boat and finding the bedroom.

Picking up the bags he followed the sound of her voice, well actually he dropped the bags when the thing started rocking. He looked decidedly green by the time he found her.

‘Can you keep still?’ he asked landing beside her.

‘No sealegs, that’s your problem. Want to stay here tonight or set sail?’ she asked stroking his forehead. He looked up at her all adoringly and closed his eyes. The longer she did that the less sick he felt. Eventually she stopped and when he opened his eyes she was staring down at him, eyebrows raised.

‘Sail or moor?’

He thought about it for a second, ‘Moor. Actually more, more, more,’ he said reaching for her hand and placing it on his forehead.

CJ smiled and stroked his temples, his sigh the only indication he was awake. Leaning down her lips lightly brushed his temples. His eyes opened and he grinned up at her.

‘Do you realise we have two days of uninterrupted bliss?’

His cell rang and CJ smirked, ‘And I bet I know who that is.’

Leo flicked it open and spoke, ‘McGarry.’

‘Leo, where are you?’

The look on his face told CJ she was right. Pulling herself off the bed she went back into the galley and began to put the groceries in the ice box and stow their belongings. When he was still on the phone five minutes later she put on her most seductive voice and called, ‘Leo, honey, shall I start dinner?’

Leo’s face appeared around the doorway as he motioned with his hands to be quiet.

‘Or would you prefer me to slip into something more comfortable?’ she purred.

‘Leo, is there someone there with you?’

Leo sighed, ‘Yes sir.’

‘That sounds like…CJ. Is she there with you?’

He was about to reply when the voice on the phone changed, ‘Hey Leo. Turn the damn phone off, if he needs you he can get you paged. He’s going to be far too busy anyway. And tell CJ I hope she gets what she needs.’

The phone went dead as Leo contemplated Abbey’s passing comment. Switching off the cell he slipped it into the overhead locker and went in search of CJ.

Leo watched her from the doorway as she cut up the salad and laid the table. She seemed so out of place doing domestic tasks but in that second she looked so relaxed. Somewhere she had discarded her blouse and now was dressed in her tank top, trousers and bare feet. Advancing on her gently he was about to squeeze her ass through the cotton when she turned.

‘Don’t even think about it.’

‘Too late,’ he said just as his lips found hers and his arms went around her waist pressing her against him. The kiss lasted seconds before she pulled away and stood in his embrace.

‘Eat first, then we can sit up on deck,’ she murmured soothingly, ‘then we’ll have to find something else to do.’

Leo grinned and squeezed around the table, ‘Abbey says she hopes you get what you need.’

He could swear she blushed.

‘I don’t know what she means,’ CJ stammered bringing the food to the table.

Leo left it that, he was sure later she would let him in on the big secret.

‘This is nice,’ he commented. ‘We don’t generally get to have dinner together.’

‘That’s because you’re a workaholic,’ she muttered.

‘And that’s a bit like the pot calling kettle black.’

CJ glared at him, ‘You know maybe we should just drop any talk about work this weekend.’

He nodded, the last thing he wanted to do was start a fight. ‘If you’ve finished, why don’t we take the cider up on deck.’

CJ slid out and he followed her up on deck. Leo propped himself up against the cabin door and patted the wooden deck beside him.

Leaning into him CJ sat beside him, her head resting against his chest. It was already dark and the stars were the only thing in the sky. Looking about she could sense the storm coming in. Thinking it was best not to mention it she nestled closer to Leo and sighed. It had been a long time since she had felt this content or for that matter this satisfied. What she really needed was for him to make love to her, to take her to the point where she couldn’t think anymore. The campaign was going well, they were going to win the nomination but all the crap that went with it was getting her down. Until the President had suggested they take a break she hadn’t even realised how much she needed one. Now that they were here she wasn’t sure she wanted to go back. Twisting her head to look at him she found herself gazing into his eyes, gazing was an understatement, drowning was more like it. And right now he left very little to the imagination about what he wanted to do. Her stomach started doing the funny little fluttering thing it did whenever he was near and her legs were quivering. Lifting her face a bit further she brought her face to his and waited. Lips touched and she couldn’t remember breathing. His lips took over the kiss as he became desperate, days of longing all too apparent. There was no longer anything tentative about their relationship. When he released her lips he held her tight, reading her eyes for permission, and the response she knew she was giving him was take me here. Now that would have been one for the Press Corp; putting the thought to one side she vowed to moor somewhere private the next evening.

Leo took CJ’s hand in his and lead her down below, pausing to bolt the hatch behind them, and continuing until they were pressed inside the tiny cabin. Taking her other hand in his he leaned in and kissed her gently. She responded by opening her mouth and letting his tongue in. They stood wrapped in the sensations for minutes until he pulled away and looked up at her. Turning them until he could kneel on the bed he reached for her face, cupping it gently in his hands he planted gentle kisses across her lips. CJ sighed at the intimacy and arched closer, her own hands moving to his trousers. Leo stopped kissing and broke away,

‘NO, let me do this for you.’

His eyes were transparent as he stared at her, his hands slipping from her face to slide down her body, gliding across her top until he reached the hem. Slowly he lifted the top until the pale breasts were revealed. Pulling her towards him with a hand at the small of her back and lowering his mouth he captured one in his mouth. Gently at first then more desperately he sucked at the newly visible flesh and flicked his tongue across her nipple. She groaned and grasped his shoulders, arching her back to give him better access. As he concentrated on the sensitive area his hands pushed the top over her head. His hands fumbled with her zip as his lips moved to her navel, his tongue rolling over her. Aching for him and frustrated CJ moved his hands to one side and removed the trousers, kicking them away. The boat rocked from side to side and CJ held onto him for support. His eyes looked up at her before they swept her body, admiring every inch of the lightly tanned flesh. He thought she was beautiful, then he always had, but when she was in the first flushes of sex, all wanton and carefree she was sexy. And knowing he could do this to her left him aching for her. And aching for her meant he wouldn’t be able to wait all that long.

‘Lay down,’ he instructed, guiding her with his hand.

Laying on her back, CJ folded her arms behind her head. Her breasts rose and his lips captured one of her newly hardened nipples. As she watched him above her, marking her with his hands, eyes and mouth she sighed. He stopped and gazed up at her, ‘Is this okay?’

CJ allowed her hand to cup his chin, tugging him towards her.

‘It’s very okay.’

He grinned and kissed her hard on the mouth before he trailed back down her body. Pushing her legs apart with his knee, he ran his finger around the waistband of the blue cotton panties. CJ raised her hips to him, lightly rubbing against his erection. It left no doubt that he wanted her as much as her body craved his. Leo pushed her back down as his finger slipped beneath the fabric to tease at her folds. As he parted the outer folds his thumb rubbed the wetness around. CJ groaned and he pushed one finger inside. She stiffened and moaned at his touch. Pulling one finger out he inserted two, beginning to gently thrust before twisting up inside her. CJ was responding with inane sounds, clutching at the sheets as she went. When she shuddered the first time his thumb circled her clit, taking her over the edge. The second time he slid up her body to catch her scream in a kiss. Removing his fingers he pulled the panties down and tossed them across the room. His shirt and T-shirt followed. Manoeuvring his body down he pushed her thighs wider and slid his tongue into her in one fluid movement, she screamed and clenched her muscles around him. His gentle ministrations were becoming too much, it felt like he was killing her softly, not that it was a bad way to go, but she was desperate for release. CJ reached for his hair, his shoulders, trying to signal her readiness. Leo continued to lap at her until her body lifted off the bed and he swallowed the orgasm as it hit her. Finally he raised his head to look at her.

CJ lay with her eyes closed, her skin a healthy blush, her face relaxed. Propping himself up on one elbow he watched her. From her breathing he knew she was awake, her chest rising and falling rapidly. This was when he considered her to be his CJ. The boat swayed sharply and she opened her eyes. Smiling at him she raised herself up. His face dropped as she confirmed what he suspected,

‘There’s a storm coming.’

‘Yeah.’

‘We should be safe here, the boat is moored and it’s only supposed to be passing over,’ her hand covered his as she spoke softly.

The boat lurched and she pulled him up to her until he was resting against her.

‘It might get a little rough, you need something to take your mind off it?’

He swallowed hard, ‘Sea sickness pills?’

CJ shook her head, ‘Too late. How about we try this?’ She leaned up and licked his lips with her tongue, tasting herself on him. As his lips parted she stuck her tongue out and dived into his mouth. Brushing over teeth, across the roof of his mouth, eventually she stroked the underside of his tongue. With a groan his tongue began to fight hers for control. As the boat lurched in it’s mooring Leo’s mind focused on CJ, and the taste of her. He felt her fingers skim his chest, pausing a moment to toy with the fine speckling of hair, before dipping further to remove his trousers. Her hands felt him straining at the fabric as her fingers made quick work of his zipper. The kiss became more intense as it deepened. Moans and groans followed as he raised his hips and let her push his trousers and boxers down with her toes. He lay naked against her, his hardness against her thigh. CJ’s hands were massaging his back, her mouth was clamped against his and her thighs were causing friction against his erection. The sensations he was feeling were too much he opened his eyes wide and stared at her. She looked back, waiting to hear the words.

‘I want to be inside you,’ he whispered.

CJ wrapped her thighs around his waist and lowered herself onto him gently. The sudden wetness against his tip was almost his undoing and he began to push against her. Responding to his need CJ entwined her hands with his and rocked against him.

‘Leo, harder…faster,’ she whispered, anticipating his need.

‘I…don’t…want to...hurt you,’ he panted.

CJ screamed his name, ‘Leo, now…please.’

Needing no more encouragement Leo thrust against her, pushing her hands down on the bed and arching his back. He felt himself reaching the point of no return and looked down at her.

‘CJ, open your eyes.’

They fluttered open as he pumped harder, moaning her name as he spilled into her. Her thighs tightened as he took her with him, the waves of orgasm crashing as one. He collapsed against her chest as they both lay panting.

CJ recovered first, her breathing evening out. Kissing him lightly on the crown she tried to ease him off.

‘Am I squashing you?’ he asked shifting his body.

‘Nah, I thought you’d like a drink.’

He nodded against her chest, his words muffled by her body.

CJ held onto his hand until she was fully upright, leaning slightly she kissed his knuckles. Pulling a sheet with her she walked into the galley and began making drinks.

Rolling over onto his back Leo watched her, marvelling at his luck, that this woman would ever want him. It had started as a moment of madness but as they had moved from casual sex to making love every sensation had become more intense. CJ was very much his latest addiction. Thinking she was out of earshot he said quietly, ‘I love you.’

Standing against the sink, clutching it for support CJ poured two glasses of juice. Life suddenly seemed simple, sex and Leo were the two things she couldn’t do without. His words brought forth emotions she didn’t realise she had. Taking small steps back to him, she steadied herself on the door,

‘I love you too.’

His eyes widened at the knowledge she had heard him and he grinned at her response. ‘And why would you love an old man like me?’

CJ entered the bedroom swaying with the boat’s movement as she did so and handed him a glass. Taking a sip and propping her head up on her hands she waited a beat before answering, ‘You make the earth move.’

‘Technically that was the sea and the storm,’ he said turning to face her, draining the glass.

‘I meant you’ve turned the world on it’s axis,’ she whispered leaning in to kiss him again. ‘And better than that we’ve got another two days here.’

Placing the empty glasses on the shelf Leo tugged CJ back under the covers and held her close. This was the best bit for him, caressing her as she fell asleep. He stayed awake listening to her breathing as he prayed for an end to the storm.

The following morning with the storm abated CJ took the yacht out on the river, barking directions at Leo as she went. Sailing out into the bay she downed anchor and stretched out on deck. They spent a leisurely afternoon soaking up the sun and reading before heading back up the estuary. CJ steered them into a bay and moored for the evening. They made love that night on deck and against the wheel. It was only as morning came that they fell asleep. By Sunday evening they were exhausted but relaxed for the first time in weeks and ready to face whatever was thrown at them. It would be years later before they would fess up to Sam about their weekend on his boat.

The End