A Box of M and M’s

Title: A Box of M and M’s

Series: On the Move

Follows: Crest of A Wave

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

Summary: Patience, Leo.

Rating: NC-17, and a big F for fun

It was finally over, an hour before Incumbent President Josiah Bartlet had taken the stage in Chicago and accepted the 2002 Democratic nomination for President.

And now they were all aboard Air Force One heading for Washington DC.

The President and Abbey had disappeared into the Executive Suite almost immediately leaving Charlie with strict instructions that they weren’t to be disturbed. Not that they didn’t deserve some time alone, in the last few months their marriage had been hanging by a thread but no one could mistake exactly what Abigail had in mind for the flight, and it certainly wasn’t chess.

Charlie was guarding the door and chatting with Zoey.

Toby and Sam were working in the senior staff office along with Doug.

Bruno and Connie had declined the trip, stating the need to travel to Pittsburgh or somewhere in the morning. His hand on her back, or rather tucked in her waistband had left no one in any doubt what they were up to. Not that it mattered tonight. Tonight was for celebrating, letting their hair down and maybe just for once living a little.

A bottle of scotch and a tray of beers made it’s way down the plane to the senior staff.

CJ and Leo had passed a slightly concerned look when Donna had giggled and lead Josh firmly by the hand towards one of the six washrooms. Josh had his deer in the headlights look which CJ was sure would change to the cat that got the cream look by the end of the night.

Extracting herself from the others CJ made one last check on the press before take off, everyone was in their seats, writing or enjoying the amenities. She made one last headcount; she didn’t really need the likes of Danny wandering the plane and coming across Josh in a compromising position, and pulled the curtain across. She smiled at the other assistants flirting openly with some of the Service and went in search of someone to talk to.

CJ headed back down the plane towards where she thought he would be, grinning to herself at the thought of what they had achieved in such a short time. Charlie looked up and smirked at her. CJ glared back,

‘What?’

His grin widened, ‘He’s in the conference room.’

‘Who?’

Zoey pulled a face, ‘Leo, he went in there a little while a go.’

CJ shook her head, ‘And what makes you think I’m looking for Leo?’

‘Ah. CJ, everyone knows Leo and you had sex on the campaign bus.’

CJ blushed, ‘Zoey Bartlet!’

‘You know your voice went really high then and that’s a nice colour you have, CJ, crimson?’ Charlie asked.

‘Magenta.’

‘I’m going now,’ CJ said. ‘I’m just going to find a room and hide.’

‘Conference Room CJ, just remember to lock the door,’ Zoey called after her.

CJ paused outside the door and glanced back over her shoulder catching Charlie and Zoey leaning out of their seats to watch her. Hell she muttered, knocking once and opening the door.

Leo looked up from his reading and smiled. She looked sultry tonight, or sexy or ravishing, hell all he knew was he wanted to make out with her. Maybe it was what she was wearing or the fact she had that flush he usually attributed to afterglow. He couldn’t help the fact he was mentally undressing her. The wraparound skirt would take a firm tug on the tie to fall to the ground. He knew from staring at her all evening that she had foregone the camisole due to the heat so if he fingered the ivory buttons he would be able to tease her through her bra. It wasn’t perhaps the best idea to fantasise about her on the plane, mainly because of the people on board, another because he was already hot and right now the conference room seemed a good a place as any to throw her on the desk.

He swallowed and removed his glasses. ‘Hey,’ he said, sounding a little strangulated to his ears.

‘Hey yourself.’

‘Did you need anything?’ He asked trying to focus on her face.

CJ shook her head and her hair floating around her face, ‘I just came in to hang out.’

He was just about ready to hang out, taking deep breaths he muttered.

‘Have a seat.’

CJ walked around to his side of the desk and swinging her legs up sat on the desk.

Leo watched her in amazement and said the first thing in his head, ‘Have you been drinking?’

She laughed and he hardened.

‘Stone cold sober,’ she said, not adding just for you. ‘So I was thinking…’ her hands moved through the air as she pondered how strong to come on.

‘Yeah,’ he said, sliding more of his body under the veneer.

Licking her lips she started, ‘I know you’d like to try out the washroom, but…’ she paused, ‘Josh and Donna are doing that one.’

‘Yeah, thanks, I was trying hard to forget that image,’ he muttered.

‘Could be worse, could be Margaret or Mal.’

‘CJ!’ He warned.

‘I love it when you get all masterful,’ she teased. ‘And the executive suite is out, and I don’t think the crew would like us making a mess in the galley. So it looks like it will have to be here.’

Leo looked at her and his face crinkled up, ‘I am not doing it on Air Force One.’

The one thing you never do to CJ Cregg is give her a challenge. Lifting herself off the desk she went to the door, slid down the blind and pulled the catch across. Smiling back at him she did the same with the other entrance.

‘CJ, I mean it, the Press, the staff, the President.’

‘Shut Up. The President has his hands full, the Press are being watched over by Carol and Margaret and it seems the staff already know.’

‘What do you mean the staff know?’ he yelled.

‘You’re yelling. Maybe it was my knickers in your briefcase, or the aroma that permeated the sitting area on the bus, or it could have been the smug look you had for the days. Even Zoey knows.’ She waited for his reaction and wasn’t disappointed.

‘You were the one who insisted on doing it in the kitchen, in the shower, on the floor. Zoey knows?? Hell that means the Pres…’

CJ crossed to him and leaned in. Pressing her lips firmly to his she kissed him. His words were lost as her hand found it’s way to the nape of his neck and her tongue darted out from her lips. It was easy to forget the other 91 people aboard as she continued to increase the intensity of the kiss. He responded in kind by wrapping his arm up and around her waist. Without warning she broke the contact and moved away.

Leo watched as she moved into the middle of the room, grinning at him. She was like no one he had ever met before. Jenny had been like a book, to read from cover to cover, following instructions; he couldn’t remember a single spontaneous thing they had done. Jordan had been one night, treating him as though he would break. CJ was different, he wanted to take risks, he wanted to be able to read all the signals but he wanted the surprises she bestowed on him. The sex was incredible, he felt young again, invincible and he wanted her every night.

He knew she was about to do something as she reached behind her and dimmed the lights. The one thing about the room was that it was used as a medical room, with lighting and supplies to match. Which is when he began to wonder about where the stethoscope might be and when little Leo decided to become big Leo.

The lighting needed to be bright enough that she could see his reaction but dim enough he would let go of his inhibitions. What she really needed was music but she didn’t really want the whole plane to come looking. Humming to herself she checked he was looking and began. Flicking first one then the other CJ kicked her shoes off. Slowly she moved her body, gyrating and rubbing her hands across her torso. He was definitely paying attention; she could just make out the slight drop of his jaw and the sparkle in his eyes. As her hands glided over her thighs she brought them back up to her blouse. Gently she popped each button, her hands lingering over newly exposed flesh. His eyes followed her every move. CJ pulled open the silk, cupping her breasts as she did so. Her blouse slid down one arm, then the other as she wriggled her torso. Standing before him in her bra he longed for her to come closer.

Motioning with a finger he beckoned her over.

CJ stuck out her tongue and made circles with her fingers across her stomach.

‘Come here,’ he whispered.

‘I’ve never been to one, but I’ve been told,’ she said, ‘In the clubs you aren’t allowed to touch the girls.’

Her voice turned husky as she writhed before him, ‘And I want to be your girl. Maybe when you finally get an apartment we can have a pole installed.’

‘How did you know?’ He croaked.

‘Las Vegas 1998, the boys night out.’

He grinned. ‘Josh has a big mouth.’

‘Yeah, but he can’t do half the things I can with my tongue,’ she teased, her hands moving to the tie. She pulled it hard and twirled round, the skirt swirled with her before landing in a heap on the floor.

CJ kicked it to one side.

Leo whistled long and hard at the sight before him. She was incredible, writhing in front of him in the satin two piece. Standing he took two steps closer, ready to peel off the remaining items. CJ stuck a hand out to stop him.

‘Patience Leo.’

He watched as her hands seemed to be everywhere on her body, stroking. Then her hands were moving behind her back, undoing the fastening. The bra straps slid down her arms and she held it by one hand, waving it at him before she tossed it. He caught it in one hand, throwing it on the table. CJ’s eyes fell to the obvious bulge in his trousers and she licked her lips. His erection jerked in his pants.

‘Is it me or is it getting hot in here?’ CJ asked, her hands cupping her breasts and squeezing.

Leo gulped and shed his jacket. His fingers were pulling at his tie as she tweaked her nipples and rolled the nubs. Then her hands were moving lower; he gave up after two buttons and pulled his shirt over his head.

CJ laughed, loud and full throated, ‘Getting a little keen there Leopold?’

‘CJ,’ he growled.

‘It wasn’t a complaint, I kinda like it when you’re all unabashed, uncontrolled and uninhibited!!’

‘You said three things that all mean the same thing there,’ he stated.

CJ slid her hand inside her panties and moaned. ‘And if you don’t hurry up and get your pants off…’ She moaned louder as her fingertips brushed against her clit.

Leo didn’t procrastinate any longer and removed his pants and shorts. CJ’s eyes were closed and her breathing laboured when he looked up again. He moved until he was standing before her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Slowly and lightly he brushed them over her full breasts, smoothed her stomach and slipped two fingers into the waistband of her panties. CJ opened her eyes and looked down at him, smiling as she removed her hand and he pulled her panties down over her hips and thighs.

‘We are experiencing some turbulence and have permission to rise to 42,000 feet,’ the announcer said as the plane lurched and rose.

Leo grabbed her by the waist and held her as he backed up against the desk. As the plane settled at the new height Leo held her upright, before sliding down her body and removing her panties completely. As he worked his way back up her body his fingers grazed her mound and she sighed. Taking it as his cue Leo inserted a finger and gasped at her readiness.

‘Jez CJ, you’re wet.’

Sliding her hand to his groin CJ squeezed lightly, eliciting a moan from him, ‘and you’re hard.’

Someone turned the doorknob and they both turned.

‘Leo,’

‘Yeah?’

‘I’ve got the President’s remarks for tomorrow,’ Sam said.

CJ continued to rub her hands up and down his shaft and he tightened his grip on her waist.

‘Sam, can it wait?’ Leo mumbled.

‘You’re too polite,’ CJ whispered. ‘Sam, Leo’s tied up right now, go away.’

They heard silence outside the room then the sound of Charlie’s voice. Two sets of footsteps could be heard going down the corridor. Leo let out the breath he had been holding.

‘We’ve gotta stop.’

‘Really?’ she whispered increasing the pressure and the pace.

He groaned and his hands grabbed her backside, pulling her against his erection. ‘Yeah,’ he growled.

CJ’s hands dropped to her side as she pulled away from his embrace. It was only as she took the step back that he grabbed her and spun them both around. Now she was against the desk and his erection was rubbing against her bottom.

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, or the altitude, or even the relief at winning the nomination but Leo felt himself going light-headed. He wanted to live out all his fantasies with her, which is how he found himself bending her over the conference table. Slipping his hand between the wooden veneer and CJ’s flat stomach he felt for the point which made her shudder. CJ pushed back against him as he began to stroke the tiny bud. He ground himself against her bottom, twisting his hips as he went. The sound of CJ’s whimpers and moans made him forget about where he was and the possibility of discovery. Instead he used his free hand to caress her breast, rolling his thumb across her nipple. CJ threw her head back and nearly knocked him out.

‘Sorry,’ she panted between the barely recognisable sounds she was emitting.

‘It’s okay, let go,’ he whispered blowing against her ear. ‘You’re all damp and I want to feel you clench your muscles around me.’

‘Oh yes,’ she breathed falling onto her palms.

‘Tell me what you want, Claudia.’ He could feel her shuddering beneath him, her bottom shaking against him. The plane hit another patch of turbulence and his hands pressed harder.

CJ gasped, ‘Leo, I want you, I want to climax with you.’

He could almost feel the heat from the blush that crept over her at the simple use of the word. Or maybe it was the heat rising inside him from the huskiness of his name on her lips.

Parting her thighs with his leg, he reached between them and eased himself to her opening. As the plane rocked around them he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, ‘I love you when you’re horny.’ He felt her grin and added softly, ‘Don’t ever change Claudia Jean.’ With that he thrust into her fully prepared to take it slowly. CJ’s hands covered his for the briefest of seconds as she guided one to her stomach and pushed down on the other.

Her voice came husky and desperate, ‘I love you Leo when you’re uninhibited. Now,’ she cried as she felt her body respond to his thrusts.

Leo began to thrust against her. CJ shifted her body so he hit deep inside her, and balled her fists. She knew she wasn’t saying anything coherent, her words were punctuated with pants and she wasn’t sure if she cursed him or asked God for help. The shakes were starting deep inside of her and she could sense Leo being squeezed tighter and tighter. Then again she wasn’t sure what he was saying, her name was on his lips when he rubbed frantically on her sex and gave one last long groan. As he spilled into her she shook and closed her eyes, her release taking over her body. Leo was still thrusting into her as the orgasm subsided. He held her tightly around the waist; his head nestled against her back as he slipped from her. CJ leaned closer to the table.

‘I’m getting too old for this,’ she panted.

‘What do you think this is doing to me?’ he whined.

‘From now on we do this in bed. Starting with tonight,’ she said, collapsing on the table.

‘Not sure I’m up to that,’ he whispered releasing her and falling onto the nearest chair. His breathing was erratic, and if he was honest as much as he wanted her to see him as young he wasn’t. Leo reached for a hand and pulled her across his lap. Once he had her comfortable he held her tightly against his chest and began planting gentle kisses all over her face.

‘How about we just sleep then?’ CJ whispered, not really sure if she could go another round, and wanting to end the night with him.

‘That sounds… I love you,’ he said just before kissing her firmly on the mouth.

‘This is the captain speaking, we are starting our descent for landing.’

CJ leaned her forehead against his, ‘Too late, some of us are already on the descent. We’d better get dressed.’

‘Just give me a minute.’ He held on to her tight.

They quickly dressed, kissing as they went, before Leo grabbed his belongings and lead them both into the main cabin. The President was already there; his senior staff sat patiently listening to his speech. Josh was sat in the chair, grinning inanely, his tie askew; Toby was drunk, not merry but drop down drunk and Sam looked animated. CJ glanced at Abbey and glared when all she got in response was a smirk.

‘…So all I can say is what a night,’ the President finished up.

CJ glanced at Leo and licked her lips, and it wasn’t over yet.

The End