"Why are we the only two people from the President's staff here?" CJ hissed to Leo, smiling and waving at a Congresswoman.

"I have no idea," Leo grumbled. "Maybe had something to do with Josh and Sam deciding that St. Augustine looked better, and Toby's on vacation..."

"His nephew's bar mitzvah," CJ reminded him.

"Yeah, anyway..."

"The Vice President's here, though..." CJ said, sipping her martini. "And there's plenty of alcohol, so I should survive relatively intact. And how many more birthdays does the Minority Leader have in him anyway?"

Leo raised his eyebrows at her and glanced across at the Minority Leader patting a junior aide on the backside. “He seems to be doing alright to me,” he commented wryly.

“Men,” CJ muttered, taking another drink from a proffered tray.

“What about men?” Leo asked, nodding at two guys from State. “Can’t a man appreciate the female form?”

CJ glared down at him and lowered her voice, “Not when he’s with me.”

"Well, technically, I'm not with you," Leo said with a smirk, sipping his mineral water.

"Quibbling over semantics -- the true hallmarks of the politician," CJ smarted back. "I need more vodka." She headed over to the bar and wasn't surprised when John Hoynes sidled up while she was waiting for her martini to be fixed.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing in a dive like this?" he asked.

"Enjoying the free booze," CJ muttered.

“Ah,” he sighed. “I’d avoid the Birthday boy then, he’s more than a little frisky. You’d get more than free alcohol.”

CJ drained her glass and pushed it across the bar. “It would take more than an open bar to let him paw me,” she hissed.

“And what would it take for me to paw you?” he teased.

CJ shot him a look.

"I may not have batteries, but I certainly use less power..." he joked.

"Thank you," she said to the bartender, winking as she took her martini. She slid off the bar stool and headed away, more than a little extra sway in her hips.

"What was that?" Leo asked when she returned to his side.

"What was what?"

"That little tête-à-tête with Hoynes."

"He wants to find out if I'm wearing a garter belt or a thong," she muttered.

"What?"

"He wants to fuck me."

"Every guy in the room wants to fuck you."

"Well, thank you, Leo," she said sarcastically.

"It's the dress."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I'm sure the fact that I'm not wearing a bra helps, too."

"You're not wearing a bra?" Leo asked, trying not to sound too interested.

"Better do something to hide that hard on," CJ said, passing him a napkin.

Leo growled, and turned his body away, “Well, if you will keep putting ideas in my head…”

“It’s a thong by the way,” she muttered casually, grinning as a senator passed close by and took a lengthy look down the front of her dress.

“CJ,” he squeaked.

“It doesn’t ruin the line of the dress,” she pointed out. “And when I tuck it in my purse later no one will know the difference,” she added, her face blank.

“Hell, you’re going to hell,” Leo snarked.

“Well at least I’ll have company, baby,” she quipped. “And don’t look now but our favourite Texan is heading this way.”

As he came closer, Leo leaned over to hiss, "Looks like I'm not the only one needing a napkin."

CJ forced herself not to laugh -- or lick her lips. She took another sip of her drink and measured the amount of time it took for the alcohol to rub through her throat, starting a deeper, mellower glow of warmth within her.

She was already aroused, partially from the feel of the satin of her thong against her clit when she sat down anywhere. Partially from the silk liner of her dress as it rubbed against her bare nipples. Partially from the looks Hoynes and Leo were giving her.

Boy, she was going to need a lot of batteries tonight.

“Leo, good to see you,” John Hoynes said politely, his eyes never leaving CJ.

Leo frowned and sighed, “Mr Vice President.” He glanced back at CJ and grinned at the flush covering her throat. “If you would excuse us, CJ and I were about to dance,” Leo said firmly extracting CJ’s glass from her hand and placing it on the counter behind him.

She took his hand willingly and allowed him to lead her on to the dance floor. The look of dismay on Hoynes’ face made her smile fleetingly. Taking one hand in his and placing the other at her waist Leo guided her around the floor. As they moved he held her tighter, no longer keeping the respectable distance, his fingers rubbing across her exposed back.

"Why do I get the feeling every man in the room is staring at me?" she asked with a laugh.

"Because they are. And they're wondering why you're dancing with an old war horse like me."

"Because you dragged me out here so I wouldn't play foreplay mind games with Mr. John Hoynes."

"Because I was hoping you'd play some of those foreplay mind games on me..." Leo admitted sheepishly.

"What do I need you for? I've got batteries and a couple of vibrators," CJ deadpanned.

Leo's face flushed crimson in embarrassment.

"Mind if I cut in?" Hoynes asked, stealing CJ away.

His hand immediately snaked around her waist, holding her firmly against his hips, the other entwining itself with hers.

“You know what you need, CJ?” he asked, his voice laced with ego.

“More batteries?” she offered lightly, as his hand moved from her waist to the centre of her back , crushing her breasts against his chest and sending her heart racing .

“A man who’s more than just talk,” he whispered, breathing against her ear.

CJ raised an eyebrow and shook her head, “Maybe it’s a woman I need.”

John moved his knee slightly until he could run it along the inside of her calf. CJ tried to swirl away from him but his knee rubbed against her thigh. She glanced over Hoynes’ shoulder and caught Leo watching her predatory.

Maybe it was just the alcohol, but she was feeling more than a little giddy. And more than a little playful. "I've got a proposition for you, Mr. Vice President..." she purred softly.

"I'm interested in hearing it..." he replied huskily.

"I'm interested in seeing how far you're willing to walk the walk," she said with a cat in the cream grin. "And I'm also interested in seeing how you compare to my favourite toy..." She licked her lips, and caught the flash of lust in his eyes.

"Where and when?" he said.

"Later. My place," she purred, reaching up to stroke his lapel with a smile. "Now let me go back to my dance partner like a good boy, and I'll show you my favourite trick later."

Hoynes obediently delivered her back to Leo.

"You were all over him!" Leo snapped, leading her back out onto the dance floor.

"I'd like to be all over you," she moaned as he caressed her back. "I saw a supply closet in the hallway..."

“Feign a headache, now,” he groaned, his hand moving lower to splay over her buttocks.

CJ coughed and closed her eyes. Loudly enough for the dancers around her to hear she said, “Leo, I’m really not feeling all that well. Could you take me home?”

Leo smiled and stroked her back, “Of course.” His free hand moved to button his jacket, and lightly rubbing against his throbbing member.

They walked out of the ballroom sedately then he grabbed for her hand and tugged her up the corridor.

“Where?” he growled.

CJ pushed at the nearest door and pulled him inside. Pressing him against the door her lips sought his in the semi darkness.

He tasted the remnants of her eight martinis on her lips, then her tongue as she pried his lips open to plunder the recesses of his mouth.

His hands roved over her back, feeling soft skin, the outlines of her shoulder blades, her spine. The back of her hips.

She shifted her weight and pressed her hip into his crotch gently, feeling his cock rush up to meet her body even harder. Her hands descended to unbutton the waistband of his pants, and with trembling hands, she reached into his boxers.

Leo stiffened at her touch, his yelp muffled by the kiss as her cold hands closed around his shaft. Gently he clasped the back of her head, deepening the kiss, his own tongue gliding over her lips, before he sucked the swollen flesh.

CJ used the pad of her thumb to massage his tip, her hand pumping him lightly, as she rubbed her pelvis harder against his hips. Leo whimpered and nipped at her bottom lip. The throbbing was increasing with each stroke and if she continued he wouldn’t be able to last very long.

She pulled back and smirked, her lips barely visible in the darkness. "Tell me how much you want to fuck me, Leo."

"What?" he choked.

"Tell me how hard you want to slam me into the door, Leo. Tell me how much you want to pump me until I scream." She nibbled on his earlobe. "Tell me how much you want to fuck me..."

He groaned as she pulled back a little bit -- enough to reach down and massage his balls.

“Fuck the talk,” he panted grabbing her firmly by the waist and spinning her around. “I am going to fuck you, and you’re going to beg,” he bragged, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her throat.

“Don’t count on it,” she purred.

Leo’s hands squeezed her breasts firmly as his hands moved lower, across her stomach to her crotch. Grinning he pressed his fingers against her hard. CJ whimpered against his hair.

“That good, CJ? How about this?” he growled, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking hungrily on her through the satin.

She moaned and squeezed a little reflexively. Suddenly aware that she could do some damage, she moved her hand again, her thumb moving over the head of his penis, smearing the pre-cum over his tip.

"You... you're never going to get leverage there," CJ moaned. "We need to switch places."

“Screw it,” he mumbled against her satin covered stomach. Slowly he slid down to his knees and lifted her skirt. Then he was leaving butterfly kisses up her legs, soft and gentle against her calves, hungry and firm on her thighs. Involuntarily she parted her legs wider as he reached the top of her thighs. His nose pressed at the thong as he blew warm air against her groin.

Her lips parted for a long time without a sound beyond a rush of air leaving her lungs. And then she moaned. Not just any aroused moan. But the moan of someone who is so close to orgasm already that only a couple more tricks will set them off.

Leo smirked. She was already wet and ready for the taking. It was a wonder her dress wasn't already ruined.

“Are you always this fucking horny?” he asked, lifting her leg and placing it over his shoulder.

“Jeez, Leo, there are better things you could be using your mouth for,” CJ muttered, pushing herself against the door for support.

Leo nipped his way along the crease between her thigh and hip, and she whimpered.

"I repeat... are you always this horny?" he hissed against her soft skin.

"Yeah -- I just hide it very well," she gasped as his lips pushed higher, and his hands reached up to pull her thong down her hips.

Pushing the thong down her thigh, he slipped it over the raised leg and replaced the leg on his shoulder. Pulling back slightly he ran his finger across her mound, diving into her folds. She tensed and began to shudder.

“Oh well that was fun,” he laughed, running the wet finger down her thigh.

“Leo,” she groaned, “you can’t leave it there.”

"Why not?" he asked playfully.

She growled and reached between them to grab his crotch and squeeze. "Because I want you to fuck me, NOW."

“NOW?” he asked, laughing. “No foreplay?” Gently he dipped his finger into her opening and she jerked against his hand. Leo slipped it back out and re arranged her layers of satin. “We’re gonna have to lose the dress,” he suggested.

"I'm not going to cavort in a janitor's supply closet naked!" she protested sharply.

"Then why don't we slip your thong into your purse, and I'll take you home," Leo suggested.

"I can't wait that long!" she whined.

"Trust me, you won't have to," Leo said with a smirk as he slid her leg off his shoulder and rearranged his pants.

CJ pouted as he reached for her hand. “Leo!”

“I didn’t say whose home,” Leo said, smirking.

Stepping out of the closet CJ wriggled her hips to get more comfortable, “You know I could just go back in there and seduce Hoynes.”

“Of that I have no doubt,” Leo groaned, extracting a key from his pocket and waving it at her.

Her eyes darted to the glint of light off of the keys, then she licked her lips. "God, a vibrator's a lot less work..."

"Yeah, but a vibrator can't give you that nice warm fuzzy feeling a man can," Leo taunted.

"Gimme the damn key," CJ moaned.

"Nope."

"GIVE ME THE KEY."

"I don't think so."

"Then for god's sake, take me upstairs and fuck me already!" she protested, trying to snatch the key out of his hand.

“You have a great way with words there CJ,” John Hoynes smirked coming up behind her. “What’s the problem here? Leo not enough for you?”

“Oh, Leo’s very good with his hands,” CJ snarked, “and his tongue. So what are you good with?” she asked, running her tongue over her upper lip.

Leo looked between them and shook his head as they verbally screwed with each other.

John raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to find out?"

"Actually, I would," CJ purred.

"God, you're a travelling one-woman sex show," John groaned as she brushed her hand gently against his crotch.

"What room, Leo?" CJ asked.

"I'm not gonna let you fuck him in..."

"Leo, WHAT ROOM?" CJ growled, facing him. "You get your turn, too, and I'm more than a little tipsy, so... Just don't screw around with me right now. What room?"

"118," Leo croaked.

She turned back to John. "Be there in 30 minutes."

CJ headed down the hallway and into the elevator, holding open the doors until Leo joined her. As soon as they closed she grabbed Leo by the lapels and pushed him against the wall. Grinding her hips into his thigh she kissed him deeply and hungrily before pulling back.

“Ever had someone go down on you in an elevator?” she whispered against his cheek, hitting the stop button.

The elevator shudder to a halt and he gazed up at her, challenging, “No.”

CJ pulled at his pants, her hand fumbling him until he stood proud before her. Dropping to her knees she squeezed the base between her thumb and forefinger and took him deep in her mouth.

Leo groaned and tangled his hands in her hair, spilling what was left of her hairpins all over the floor of the elevator. "CJ..."

She hummed "What?", the vibrations from her throat doing indescribable things to his cock.

"Shit..." he groaned.

She relaxed and deep-throated him, and he began to thrust into her mouth as she pumped him.

“You’re gonna need to…” he moaned as he felt the first surge of warmth course through his veins.

CJ increased the pace as she grasped his balls through his pants.

“CJ!” he exclaimed as he spilled into her mouth, his fingers holding her head tightly against him until he finished shaking.

She licked her lips and cleared her throat. "I'm probably going to need something to drink when we get up there," she whispered, getting off of her knees and kissing him.

"There's water," Leo volunteered, his voice still husky. She restarted the elevator, and winked at him.

Leo unlocked the door to his suite and guided her in with his hand at the small of her back.

“This is it, make yourself at home,” he instructed, flicking the light switch.

CJ raised an eyebrow, “A little formal there, under the circumstances.”

Leo grinned, “If you prefer get your kit off,” he taunted, turning to enter the bathroom and clean himself off.

She waited a couple of beats before following him stealthily. She reached out to cover his eyes and breathily whisper, "Guess who."

"Who?"

"The woman who's going to take great pleasure in watching you and John Hoynes fuck each other," she giggled, nibbling his earlobe.

Leo spun around to face her. “I’m… not…John…CJ.” he stammered. “How much have you had to drink?”

CJ tugged at the zip running from under her arm to her hipbone and grinned as the dress dropped in a puddle at her feet. “Enough to be up for anything,” she purred.

Leo choked, coughing and spluttering. "CJ, WHAT have you been drinking?"

"Vodka martinis, with olives and lime twists..."

"Shit."

"I could go for a good Irish Blowjob, though..." she purred.

"I thought you just did."

She reached out and soundly whapped him upside the head. "It's a drink."

"Oh."

"And if I weren't so damn fucked up right now, I'd go get one..." she giggled.

"Room service," Leo pointed out.

"But I don't want to make you uncomfortable..."

"You already are."

CJ giggled, and stepped out of the puddle of satin. “We could make ourselves more comfortable.”

“The Bed?”

“That works.” CJ reached for his hand and began to walk backwards into the bedroom. “You aren’t going to begrudge me, are you?” she asked, coyly, her free hand caressing her own breasts and stomach.

Leo swallowed, covering her hand with his own and forcing them between her thighs.

She grunted at the first contact. "Leo, just a bit of advice," she interjected, guiding his hand. "Not so rough, okay?"

"But I thought you were up for anything," he taunted.

She moaned as his caress turned gentle and feather-light. "I've got... a spot... right here..." she panted, moving his hand slightly. "Just... just keep... oh yeah..." She groaned, and rocked her hips as he increased the pressure.

Leo used his free hand to grab her waist and lead her backwards to the bed. As her knees caught the edge she fell backwards onto the comforter, breaking the contact. He dropped to his knees and draped her legs over his shoulders. Using the pad of his thumb he began applying light pressure to her clit. CJ groaned and jerked above him with each stroke. With his forefinger he circled her opening before lowering his mouth and darting his tongue into the wetness.

CJ bucked and clutched at the comforter. “Leo, more, I need more,” she moaned pushing against his mouth.

He snorted, sending shivers up and down her spine as the air blew over her. "You should've thought about that earlier..."

"Oh God..." she groaned. He increased the pace and friction of his thumb until she was on the brink.

"Seems like we're doing quite well," he muttered against her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...."

“You had better be ready for this,” he whispered, taking a deep breath and thrusting his tongue deeper into her.

CJ bucked and cursed, her hips lifting completely off the bed to improve the angle. Leo tipped her back and increased the friction. CJ slammed into her first orgasm, the ripples of ecstasy shaking to her core. Leo’s tongue rolled around inside her, lapping her juices and sending her into convulsions.

Her fingers were gripping the bedcovers, her knuckles snow white with the pressure, her lips were twisted open, her breath fast and ragged, her eyes were rolled back into her head. And then she let out a shriek as he continued driving her body to the parapet, then driving it off into another spasm of pleasure.

When he finally let up, she was shaking like a leaf. "CJ?" he said worriedly, sitting back on his heels. "CJ, are you okay?"

He almost panicked when she didn't respond, but then her voice shakily said, "Can we go on that ride again, mommy?"

Leo laughed and lowered her feet to the ground. “If we ignore the door you can ride it all night,” he whispered huskily.

CJ propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at him. “I can promise you, Leo, tonight is going to be a ride YOU will never forget,” she stressed.

They both turned at the heavy rapping on the door.

Leo growled. "Make your choice, CJ..."

"Is there a robe around here somewhere?" CJ asked, sitting up and looking around.

"Okay, fine. You can play your little games. I'll just sit in the corner."

"Not unless you've been a very naughty boy," CJ smirked, finding his robe and throwing it on. She opened the door, very dishevelled and extremely sexy looking. "Hello, John," she purred. "Won't you come in?"

He motioned the agents to wait and stepped over the threshold.

“I see you started without me,” he grumbled, reaching for her hand and bringing it to his lips.

“Well John, I like my starters warm,” she hissed, turning and walking back to the bed.

Leo had already gotten up and was sitting, sulkily, in the chair in the corner. He was in a clean pair of boxers, and had pulled a folder off the table and was looking down at it. "Don't mind me, I just live here," he muttered.

"Oh, where's the fun in you just sitting there?" CJ asked.

"CJ..." John whined.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you know Leo wants to fuck you?" she purred, stroking John's lapels.

John’s eyes went wide as he glanced at Leo who in turn was glaring at CJ.

“CJ has an active imagination,” Leo commented.

John shrugged, “Well there’s plenty to go around.”

Leo flushed red as his eyes drifted to John’s groin and he pondered playing Hoynes at his own game.

“Well it’s CJ’s game, and we wouldn’t want her feeling left out,” Leo sighed.

She snickered. "Okay, I'm drunk, but what's you guys' problems? You haven't had anything to drink at all..."

"Oh, we're playing one of those political games..." Leo growled.

"Oh, well, I just thought you were both horny and needed to get some." She smirked and tumbled onto the bed. "Leo, about that drink... I really do need another one, or I'm gonna get sober soon."

"And we wouldn't want that," Hoynes said, pushing her onto the bed and running his fingers down her thigh.

Leo grumped and picked up the phone, after ordering a jug of martini, he replaced the receiver.

He turned to find Hoynes’ tugging at his robe.

“Be careful, I want to wear that again,” he groaned, as the tie came loose and the towelling fell back to reveal CJ’s pale naked skin.

“I’ll make sure not to get anything over it,” Hoynes promised, shrugging out of his own jacket.

"What's the matter, Leo?" CJ purred, running her fingers over her soft skin, giving herself goosebumps. "Don't like to watch?"

Leo's face was flushed pink as he sat back down and held up the folder so he couldn't see.

She smirked and started making pleasured noises, working her way up to an orgasmic climactic noise, that had him drop the file and stare at her.

Catching the smirk Leo stood abruptly and crossed the room. Hovering above her head for a second he grinned and moved to the foot of the bed. John stood unbuttoning his shirt and watching CJ. Suddenly Leo snaked his arms up and around Hoynes’ neck and yanked his head down. Parting his lips Leo closed the gap and was soon kissing the other man hungrily.

CJ's eyes widened, and she licked her lips. "Wow."

Her eyes went clear up into her hairline when John reached down to grab Leo's ass.

There was a knock at the door, and CJ threw the robe back on. She went to the door and got her liquor and tipped the guy, then went back inside, only to see them lying on the bed, John most of the way down to his briefs.

"Holy shit," she muttered, grabbing a glass from the entertainment centre and filling it up, all the while, staring at them getting harder.

Leo broke the kiss and lowered his head on to Hoynes’ chest. Firmly he grabbed the nipple between his teeth and tugged it. Hoynes’ yelped and gripped Leo’s head, preventing any sudden movements.

CJ watched wide eyed as Leo licked his way down his partner’s stomach, rolling his tongue around Hoynes’ navel. Involuntarily she slipped out of the robe and her hands moved to pleasure herself.

“Leo!” came a strangulated cry.

“Mm,“ came a muffled reply.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hoynes’ groaned.

Leo glanced up at CJ and smirked, “Hell if I know but I’m getting a hell of a show.” His fingers trailed across Hoynes’ groin, cupping it gently.

CJ inhaled sharply when Hoynes bit Leo's shoulder. Leo jerked, then gripped Hoynes' groin with a growl. "Try it again and die a painful death," Leo hissed. "CJ, why don't you come over here and demonstrate for John?"

CJ stopped, blushing guiltily, then turned and finished her glass of martini. "Okay," she finally said, turning around again and slowly walking toward the bed.

She was going to need a lot more than vodka to get through the night.

“Where do you want me?” she asked tentatively.

Hoynes reached up and pulled her between them with a grunt. She landed face first on the bed with Hoynes’ leg automatically wrapping itself around her. He rolled her over on to her side, his hardness pushing against her bottom.

Leo pushed his hips against her pelvis and stilled himself. Lightly stroking her cheek he whispered, “CJ, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

"I'm pretty drunk," she giggled. "You might have to explain it to me in small words with visual aids... and even then, I might miss it."

"Is she always this wordy when she's drunk?" Hoynes asked from behind her, sending a chilling thrill through her.

“Normally all I get is Fuck and Off, so I can’t really comment,” Leo shrugged. “CJ,” Leo said more softly against her ear, “If we’re going to do this I need to know it’s what you want.”

His breath against her ear sent shivers down her spine and her breasts hardened against his chest.

“Do I get to watch you fuck Hoynes?” she asked, thrusting her pelvis.

Leo sighed. She just wasn't going to let it go. "Yeah," he finally said.

"And will I get thoroughly fucked?"

"YES," Hoynes said firmly.

"Will we be able to do it again if it's good?"

Leo flinched. "Maybe."

"Yes, it's what I want," CJ murmured, kissing Leo gently, then with increasing passion. "I want to hurt tomorrow."

Leo ran his fingers through her hair as he matched her passion, his tongue exploring the recesses of her mouth and catching her whimpers.

Hoynes, feeling left out, snaked his hands around her body and up to cup her breasts. His fingers caressed the flesh as his thumb rubbed frantically at her nipples. Leaning in to her ear he breathed against it before he whispered, “We’re going to have you screaming and begging, CJ.” One hand slid from her breast to her stomach before moving downwards, to slip between her and Leo.

She moaned as Hoynes' fingers brushed against her clit gently, and Leo snorted, reaching down to grab John's hand, guiding it to the spot she had warned Leo about earlier.

CJ immediately tensed as John started rubbing her clit hard, and her moans became whimpered pants into the recesses of Leo's mouth, and suddenly she exploded, her entire body tensing, then her thighs spasming as her vaginal walls contracted and squeezed at absolutely nothing.

“Wow,” Hoynes exclaimed, his cock stiffening at her reaction.

“Responsive, isn’t she?” Leo agreed, breaking the kiss.

“Well that should keep her quiet for a while,” Hoynes’ commented, moving his hand from her clit to lift Leo’s head. “Now where were we?” he teased, his lips lightly brushing Leo’s.

“John?”

“Don’t tell me the great Leo McGarry is going to back down when the stakes get too high,” John purred.

CJ growled. "No, John, he's just a little busy right now..." Her hand was around his shaft, squeezing. "You don't leave me high and dry."

Hoynes stifled a laugh even as Leo squirmed and groaned as she moved her hand slightly.

Leo looked towards CJ for permission and she grinned back at him. Releasing her hair he reached across and grasped Hoynes’ ass, his fingers working their way down his crack to feel for his balls.

Hoynes’ bucked as Leo’s fingers tightened around him. Leo kissed him lightly on the lips, before moving to CJ’s shoulder where he nipped and sucked on her exposed skin. Hoynes blew across her earlobe as Leo massaged his balls, bringing forth a series of whimpers from deep in his throat. Kissing his way down CJ’s throat he paused as he waited for Leo to look up.

CJ's leg moved, but couldn't decide whose hips to throw it over. If she put them over John's it would give him wonderfully deep access. If she put them over Leo's, it would give him better access, but it would also give John...

She grunted and threw her leg over Leo. From there, they could decide what to do with her.

Leo lifted his head slightly and Hoynes grabbed the opportunity to kiss him, his tongue darting out to part Leo’s lips. Leo groaned as Hoynes’ invaded his mouth. Leo bucked against CJ, brushing her clit with his tip. She growled and pulled him tighter with her leg.

He grunted into John's mouth when she yanked him roughly into her body, stifling a moan of gratification when he hit deep inside her.

John reached down and behind with one hand to massage Leo's balls, while using the other hand to play with CJ's nipples.

Leo jerked, thrusting further into CJ and biting Hoynes’ tongue in the process.

“Shit Leo, that hurt,” John whined.

“I can be more gentle,” CJ moaned, rocking her hips in time to Leo’s thrusting. “But you’d have to move.”

John growled and backed up some, and CJ rolled Leo over, so she was on top. "You want some of this?" she purred, playing with her breasts.

"Ah fuck," John groaned, his hand automatically going around his cock to stroke himself as he watched this incredibly beautiful woman fuck a very attractive man. And as he watched her slide on Leo's cock, and Leo's thrusts, all he could think about was being inside her, and being rammed by Leo.

“Ah John,” CJ chided, “Leo is very good with his tongue.”

“He just bit me,” Hoynes’ whined, increasing his ministrations.

CJ bounced up and down on Leo causing him to groan and reach for her breasts.

“Hey, I don’t want to watch,” John groaned.

Leo smirked, “Well fuck me, you’ve run out of options my friend.”

John growled. "You've got stuff?" he asked gruffly.

"Under the sink," Leo grunted as CJ bounced and spasmed around him.

Arching her back CJ shifted her body, lifting herself almost completely off of him before slamming back down with a groan.

“Watch what you’re doing,” Leo grunted, tweaking her nipples between his fingers, “Don’t damage the goods.”

CJ continued to ride him, motioning Hoynes over when he re entered the room. Her arm snaked up and she kissed him passionately, leaving them both breathless, and stilling her body.

Leo opened his eyes and watched the scene before him, his balls twitching at the dark haired man lip locked with his CJ. “It’s time,” he said simply, easing CJ off his shaft and discarding his boxers.

CJ smirked and released her liplock with Hoynes. "Where do you want me?" she purred.

"Where don't I want you?" John growled.

"Jesus," Leo grunted.

Snatching the lube off of Hoynes he tossed the lid and motioned for CJ to get on the bed. “Your choice, who do you want to screw your brains out?” Reaching out he slid a finger into either side of Hoynes’ waistband and yanked the shorts over his erect cock.

"Who says I have to choose?" CJ asked injuredly. "I've got all night..."

"PICK ONE!" Leo almost shouted.

She recoiled a little, then said, "For that, I'm picking John." She stuck her tongue out at Leo and went back to kissing John.

Leo flinched and sighed. Squeezing a little of the gel onto his finger he looked forward to what he knew was going to be awesome. As John leaned over CJ, kissing her and massaging her breasts, making her whimper, Leo climbed on the bed behind him.

“John, you need to spread your legs,” he muttered.

John ignored him, preferring to keep all of his attentions on CJ. His hands wandered over her body, making her moan and writhe. His lips were on hers, drinking in all of her sweetness...

He wasn't listening to Leo until Leo grabbed his left leg and pushed it over CJ's legs, then tapped John on the tailbone.

“This may be a little cold, John.”

“Uh?” he mumbled against CJ’s mouth.

Leo leaned in and licked his lips. Grinning he bit John on the bottom and laughed as he jumped in the air.

“What the hell was that for?” he whined, rubbing his cheek.

“I’d like at least a little of your attention when I’m about to give you the fuck of your life,” Leo smirked.

“Promises, promises,” Hoynes snorted.

"Look, you're disturbing me..." CJ grumped.

"That's what you get for wanting to be in a threesome," Leo growled, easing his finger into John.

"AH fuck!" John shouted. "That's fucking COLD!"

CJ got the hint and grabbed John's head, kissing him deeply and hungrily, distracting him from the cold lube.

"Know what we need?" Leo growled. "Motion lotion."

Slapping John lightly across the buttocks he continued to push his finger inside, twisting it ever so slightly to stretch the muscles.

CJ’s arm came up and around John’s back, running her fingers down his spine, until she could feel Leo’s face. Cupping him gently she ran her finger the length of his cheek. Glancing over he grinned at her eyes smiling back at him.

She pulled away from John's lips long enough to ask, "Which way do you...?"

"Whichever way you want," John gritted out, bucking his hips as Leo's finger found his prostate and massaged.

"Are you sure?" she asked, running her fingers lightly over his shaft.

“CJ, right now I just want to be inside you,” he growled.

Leo added a second finger and continued to work on the prostate as John writhed against him.

CJ rubbed her thumb over his tip and spread the wetness she found down his shaft, “You weren’t kidding when you said you were a big boy,” she purred.

Extending a finger on her other hand she allowed Leo to suck it into his mouth. He accepted it hungrily, as he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself , ready to enter John. Firmly he pressed his fingertips into the flesh above John’s hips and massaged. John bucked against him and in one stroke Leo entered.

John shouted, and roughly grabbed CJ's hips. "WHOA!" she yelped, trying to adjust his hold on her before he hurt her. She adjusted herself so when he pushed into her, it didn't hurt as much as she could have conceived of. But he was still larger than she had anticipated, and it did hurt a little as her body resisted the invasion. All the while, Leo was thrusting into John, and John was in agonized fits of pleasure.

Leo wasn’t quite sure what he was doing but by John’s reactions he knew he wasn’t doing too bad. He closed his eyes and clutched at John’s hips for dear life. Parting his legs slightly he increased the rhythm and groaned as the muscles tighten around him, sending his body into shudders. Grabbing CJ’s hands he sucked each finger into his mouth as he got lost in the tidal wave.

CJ's mind was overwhelmed with pain as John bucked into her. She hadn't been ready for the size of him, and she hadn't had time to adjust. The only thing that kept her grounded was Leo's gentle sucking on her fingers as John rammed into her.

And then he came, and slid out of her, no tenderness at all in his manner. Which shouldn't have surprised her. She waited for some motion of comfort or intimacy from him, but none came. He just fell asleep.

As John slumped to the bed Leo held his hips up and continued to thrust frantically into him, until he felt the familiar warmth coursing through him. Releasing his seed Leo slid himself gently out of him and sat back on his heels.

CJ looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“I will be once I get this dead weight off me,” she muttered.

Leo grabbed John firmly by the shoulders and rolled him onto his back. “That better?”

“No,” she said softly, sitting up and entwining her fingers with his.

She saw the gentle emotion in his eyes, and squeezed his hand. "I'm going to get a shower and get a cab home," she said quietly. "I shouldn't have done this."

"CJ..."

She let go of his hand and went into the bathroom. She let the hot water wash over her, then she flattened herself against the wall, her head on her arm to hide her tears. She had never felt such revulsion at things she had done before in her life.

Leo waited a few minutes before he donned his robe and knocked on the door. When she didn’t reply he pushed the door gently and stepped into the room. He heard the gentle sobs and crossed to stand beside the curtain.

“CJ?” he asked quietly.

“Go away,” she called, closing her eyes and willing the tears away.

“I would, but someone I care about is in my bathroom, crying and I want to help,” he said softly, rubbing his forehead.

She pulled the curtain aside and said, "If you want to help, get him out of here."

"CJ?" Leo asked softly.

"He wasn't... he wasn't the least bit gentle -- I was just something to fuck," she babbled, tears streaking down her cheeks, mingling with the water dripping down her skin from her wet hair.

Leo sighed. "That's my fault."

"No, Leo, it's my fault," CJ whispered. "And I know it, and I'm never drinking again." She let go of the curtain, letting it fall between them.

“Crap,” Leo muttered. “It’s my fault for letting it go this far. I just…thought if you wanted to fuck him that badly better it be here where I could watch over you,” he trailed off.

She heard the bathroom door open and close, then the sound of voices.

“I’d like you to go,” Leo said. “CJ left a while ago, and I need a shower.”

“She’s good Leo, I wouldn’t mind another go,” Hoynes said smugly. “I think we proved who the real man is.”

“Get the hell outta my room,” Leo yelled, “And don’t you dare spill a word of this to anyone.”

“Don’t worry this is our little secret,” he coed, “Who know’s when I might need her help in the future,” he whispered.

Leo raised his voice another octave, “You do anything to hurt CJ and I’ll take you out.”

“My, my, McGarry’s fallen for her, “Hoynes snarked, dressing quickly.

CJ heard the loudest parts of the conversation, and she cloistered herself in the corner of the shower.

"I need to go to the bathroom," John said, and his hand was on the door.

"There's public restroom off the lobby," Leo growled. "Out."

And then the outer door closed, and CJ's knees nearly buckled with relief. Leo came back in and said, "I brought you a towel."

CJ continued to clutch the wall, shaking.

Leo sighed, “If I come in there are you going to get upset?”

CJ pushed back the curtain, “Has he gone?”

“Yeah. Let’s get you dry and into clean clothes,” he said softly. “Can’t have you catching a chill.” When she still didn’t move he reached around her and turned off the spray. Handing her the towel he waited for her to start rubbing before he disappeared out the door.

CJ stepped onto the tiled floor and rubbed herself until she was pink.

She still felt dirty, violated, even though she knew she had brought it upon herself. And even though she knew a shower wasn't enough to clear it away.

Even as Hoynes had taken her body, it was Leo she had made intimate contact with. It was his eyes she had held, not John's.

She pulled the towel closed around her body and went into the other room. Leo was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up. "I want you to stay here tonight. I'll call housekeeping, get someone up here to change the sheets and pillowcases, and you can have my robe. You're gonna feel like hell tomorrow."

"I already do," she said, going back over to the entertainment centre and pouring herself another martini. "Might as well feel worse," she said with a shrug. She lost her grip on the towel and it fell out of her hands, puddling on the floor at her feet.

She grabbed for it, but Leo's hand reached out to stop her. "You are beautiful," he said softly, looking up into her eyes. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, or make you feel ashamed because of it."

Tears welling in her eyes she continued to watch him until she felt him looking into her soul, “Why did you do that tonight?”

Leo shrugged and looked away, “Because it was what you wanted,” he said quietly.

Crossing the room he put in the call to housekeeping and walking back in front of her he slipped his robe off and handed it to her.

CJ watched him go, pulling the robe around her and smelling only him on her.

Leo closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, sighing. He had done some crazy things in his time but tonight was definitely the worst. It wasn’t so much the sleeping with Hoynes that bothered him, he could chalk that down to experimenting, but letting her get that close, now that was a different thing altogether. Switching on the faucet he adjusted the temperature and stood under the spray, soaping himself off. He failed to hear the door open, until her voice spoke his name.

“Leo, you forgot a towel, and I brought your robe,” she said timidly. “Hope you don’t mind but I helped myself to shorts and a T-shirt.”

He pulled aside the curtain. "Thanks... and it's no problem. I'm actually surprised you found them."

She smiled. "I'm pretty good at it, actually. Finding things, I mean." She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Leo."

He shrugged. "We all make mistakes."

"Yeah, and mine are doozies," she laughed mirthlessly. "I'm going to go watch some TV." She gestured at the door but didn't move from the spot she was in.

“CJ?”

“I heard what you said to Hoynes,” she mumbled incoherently.

“It needed to be said,” he muttered, turning his back to her and towelling himself off.

“I heard what he said to you, too,” she added softly, blinking.

Leo took a deep breath before he grabbed the robe and turned to face her. “Let’s go and see what we can find to watch.”

She sat in the chair Leo had been sitting in earlier, straining to the side to watch the TV. She didn't want to be anywhere near the bed in its current state.

The housekeeping ladies came and changed the sheets, and Leo pulled back the covers once they had left. "You go ahead and get some sleep," he said gently.

"No, Leo, this is your bed..."

“And I’m willing to sacrifice it for you.” He groaned when she shook her head, “I can take the couch, CJ, it won’t be the first time,” he pointed out.

“I’ll get in if you will,” she traded.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, not really sure if that was wise.

CJ nodded and walked over to the bed, holding the covers up until he had climbed in then crossing to get in the other side.

She bit her lip and huddled under the covers, as far away from him as she could.

"You're stealing all the covers," Leo grumbled a few minutes later.

"Sorry..."

"Look, why don't we both get a little closer to the middle?" Leo suggested. "That way, we're not taking each other's share of the covers..."

“You have the covers,” she said, throwing them at him.

Leo groaned, “CJ, please. Look I’ll roll over with my back to you…”

“It’s your bed, I’ll just go home,” she muttered.

“NO…”

"Why not? I shouldn't be here in the first place." She got up and hunted around in the dark for her shoes.

"CJ..." he said, coming up to her in the darkness, and taking her hand. She fought him, then realized he wasn't doing anything else, just holding her hand. "I'm not going to do anything. Just come back to bed and lie down, okay?"

“Leo, I’m disgusting. I feel repulsed by what I did.” CJ groaned, “But mostly by what I encouraged you to do. How can you even bear to look at me?”

His lips twitched up into a smile. "Because I know that when you're drunk, you do things you wouldn't normally even consider. I had an affair, CJ, for five years. And then I stopped drinking, and it ended."

"Margaret?"

"No!"

"Oh. Okay, just checking." She scrubbed at her forehead with the heel of her hand. "Well, maybe you're not disgusted, but I am."

"CJ, the other reason I'm not disgusted is because I care about you. As a friend, as a person, as a woman." He shrugged and looked away.

“I’d be careful there Leo I might get the impression you like me,“ she teased.

“I do,” he said, almost inaudibly.

“Oh.”

“Look,” he said, rubbing his chin, “All I want you to do is stay, I’m not planning to jump you. You’re tired, you’re drunk and upset. If I let you go home alone you’ll spend all night fretting, you won’t sleep and the President will give me hell tomorrow.” He waited a beat before adding, “And I won’t sleep either.”

She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "It's my own fault, Leo. I..."

"Don't worry about it, CJ. Just lie down and go back to sleep."

"I never was asleep."

"I know -- it was an expression..."

"Yeah." She went to the entertainment centre and poured another martini, gulping it down quickly. "To help me sleep," she explained briefly, "otherwise, I never will."

“Sex always made me sleep,” Leo muttered wistfully, then cleared his throat. “Forget I just said that.” He climbed into bed, rolling over onto his side and closing his eyes.

CJ climbed in on the other side and rolled until she had her back to him. The room was silent until she sat up a few minutes later, “I can’t sleep.”

Leo sighed. "You haven't tried, CJ..."

"Leo, would you trust me when I say I can't sleep?" she snapped. "I just want to go home."

"Okay, you know what? I know why you think you can't sleep."

"Oh really? Enlighten me."

He rolled over. "Hoynes took his pleasure and gave you none in return. Go... do whatever, then go to sleep."

“I’ll be in the bathroom,” she stated, pushing the covers away.

“You can stay here,” he said softly, “I close my eyes, turn over, stick my head under a pillow.”

“It’s a bit late for you to get embarrassed Leo,” she said, biting her lip.

“I’m not.” Leo grinned, “You aren’t the first woman I’ve known who likes to use toys and things.”

He sat up, “I thought you might get embarrassed.”

"Oh... well, it's not like I actually carry something like that with me," she stammered.

"Yeah, I figured."

"I'm not embarrassed."

"I didn't say you were - I just thought you might get embarrassed with me... here."

“You’ve seen me naked Leo, you’ve watched me with another man, hell I’ve gone down on you,” she blushed slightly at the last one. “I’m not going to blush when you watch me pleasure myself.”

“I get to watch?” he asked hopefully.

"I... I don't know. Do you want to?" Now she was a little embarrassed.

"Uh..."

"Or do you want to help?" she whispered, a little hopefully.

Leo reaches over to entwine his fingers with her, “What do you want me to do?”

CJ smiles slightly and shakes her head, “I want you to look at me…the way you did…when…”

“Ssh,” he whispers, cupping her cheek and gazing into her eyes.

His fingers gently stroked her cheek as he continued to stare deeply into her eyes, memorizing their shape, their colour, the way the irises darkened when she was aroused.

“I want to hold you while you do this,” he said quietly, his words silenced as her lips gently caressed his.

“CJ?”

Her fingers replaced her lips as she shifted down the bed, her free hand pushing down the shorts from her waist.

They never broke eye contact -- she needed that much from him. She inhaled sharply as her cool fingers touched her clit. It was painful -- somewhere along in the evening's activities, she had managed to bruise herself pretty badly.

"CJ?" Leo said worriedly.

"Just a little sore," she gritted out.

Pushing back the covers he moved down the bed. Smiling at her once he ducked his head and placed a light kiss at her knee. “Okay?” he asked softly looking up once more into her eyes.

“Yes.”

Softly he kissed his way up her thigh, glancing up to watch her fingers stroking her clit, and to hold her eyes.

She was stroking herself carefully, trying to avoid the bruised and sore places. When she was unsuccessful, she jerked and cringed, breathing heavily.

"Not so hard," Leo whispered.

She growled, and held his eyes.

Leo reached the top of her thigh and debated what to do next, as much as he wanted to go further, he didn’t want to hurt her. And then she took the decision away from him, her hand on his cheek as she raised his head.

“Be gentle with me Leo.”

He wanted to promise to always be gentle with her, to never let men like Hoynes touch her again but that was not his promise to make.

"I will," he whispered, kissing her gently on the lips. "Like that?"

She nodded and ran her fingers lightly over his arm as he stroked her side through the t-shirt she still wore. "Just like that," she said softly.

His touch was gentle as he sat her up to pull the shirt over her head. She waited for him to take his own clothes off, but he didn't. He just laid her back down on the bed, watching her for a long time with his intense eyes.

“What?”

“You really are beautiful,” he mumbled before he lowered his head once more and planted butterfly kisses on her stomach. As he kissed his way up her body she whimpered and her fingers worked their way around his back. Tugging his T-shirt she tried to work it up his back but he stilled and whispered ‘No.’

"No?"

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, kissing her gently on the cheek. "Just relax..."

"What are you..."

"Shh..."

Then Leo lowered his head and kissed his way down her throat and across her shoulders. CJ arched her back and increased the movement of her fingers. He shifted his body as he sucked his way around her breasts, taking each one in the palm of his hand and caressing her flesh.

“Leo,” she said moaning, “Touch me, please.”

His hands gently caressed her stomach, tracing the smooth planes of her abdominal muscles with his fingertips, feather-lightly.

She moaned and arched again, her fingers finding just the right spot that didn't hurt. "Oh, God, Leo..."

He smirked and lowered his lips to kiss her belly, blowing cool air over the sensitive flesh, watching her react by increasing the tempo of her fingers as she shivered.

Reaching up he felt for her free hand and entwined his fingers with hers, maintaining the minimum of contact while she shuddered and moaned beneath him. Sliding up her body he rested on an elbow and gazed down at her.

“Are you close?” he asked tenderly.

She moaned and lifted her hips off the bed in response.

Gently he leaned in and kissed her briefly.

It was as if he had triggered a chain reaction within her. She came fast but gently, her lips opening to cry his name as she shook beneath him. Once, and then it was over. And another climax was elusive.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she found herself staring up into his eyes. She looked away, slightly ashamed.

Leo reached down to the puddle of covers and pulled them up over her naked body. Settling back beside her he asked, “Can you sleep now?”

CJ turned back towards him and ducked her head, “I’m sorry, Leo, that was unfair of me.”

"No, it wasn't," Leo said softly. "You did what you needed to do. That's all it was... it's nothing to be ashamed of." He reached out and smoothed her hair back out of her eyes.

"I'm going to feel like a complete idiot in the morning."

"It already is morning," Leo pointed out. "Do you feel like an idiot right now?"

"Not really..."

"Then don't worry about it." He kissed her on the forehead and asked, "Do you want me to..."

"To what?" she asked, a little wary.

"Hold you."

“Just hold me?” she asked apprehensively.

Leo sighed, “The men you’ve been with, have been…less than….gentle, loving...with you, haven’t they?”

“I’m not very good at relationships Leo,” she groaned, nestling her back into him. “They either turn out to be scmucks or dweebs.”

“Toby?”

CJ smiled, “The only man I’ve ever loved and not dated. He’s too good a friend for that,” she pointed out.

Leo closed his eyes, “And our friendship? Now?”

She shrugged. "You've just seen me at my worst. You tell me."

"I still think you are beautiful, smart, funny... your judgement is just damn lousy when you're drunk." He smiled and tapped her nose gently with his forefinger. "As far as I can tell, our friendship, our working relationship... it can withstand it."

She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, then said, "Yeah, you can hold me..."

Leo wrapped his arms around her waist and nestled his head on her shoulder. CJ covered his hands with her own and closed her eyes. Within minutes she heard his gentle breathing against her ear, the sign he was asleep. All sense of revulsion slipped away as she fell asleep drawing circles on his knuckles.

When she woke up, she sat up almost immediately, which was a pretty shitty thing to do, because she almost blacked out. She moaned and put her head between her knees, ready to kiss her ass goodbye.

Leo headed over from where he had been rooting through the dresser for clean underwear and stroked her back. "DO you need to be sick?" he asked.

CJ had her head up against the damp towel that hung from his waist, and she could feel him swell beneath her. She moaned, whether from sickness or desire, she wasn't sure, but Leo helped her to her feet and guided her to the bathroom.

As she sat on the cold tile floor he held her hair off her face, waiting as she retched. One hand on her back he spoke quietly to her.

“You’ll feel better soon, CJ. And I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbled. “Do you want some water?”

She shook her head and sat back against the bath panel, “More sleep would be good.”

“Hey, it’s Sunday, climb back in bed, sleep as long as you want,” he suggested.

“And you?”

“I should go to work. I can swing by your place and get you some things,” he added softly.

"I should go home..." she mumbled, brushing her hair back out of her eyes again.

"No, you should stay here," Leo said softly. "That way, if something happens, and I'm not saying anything will..., but if something happens, there are people around to take care of you."

She finally nodded, not having the energy to fight. Even that little motion made her feel sick, like she'd been fired out of a cannon into space.

"Careful," Leo sighed. "You want me to have them send up some ginger ale?"

"Water's fine."

Leo disappeared into the bedroom and came back with a bottle of water. “Here.”

CJ took a large sip and looked back up at him, “If it’s Sunday why are you going to work?”

“I always go to work, it’s my hobby,” he grinned.

“Stay here with me,” she begged softly. “I might need you. We can watch pay by view movies, and talk.”

Leo raised his eyebrows, “I don’t know what sort of pay by views we have.”

She shrugged. "So we look and find out?" she said hesitantly. "I just don't want to be by myself right now."

He looked at her for a long time, studying her. Finally, he said, "Let's make a deal."

"Okay..." she said hesitantly.

"We stay friends, but it's with options like dinner escorts, and things like that. And sex -- if you need it."

"No strings attached?" CJ asked.

"No strings."

"Deal."

Leo helped her to her feet, holding her by the waist and trying to keep his towel firmly around his middle.

CJ laughed in spite of herself, “You know I’ve already seen it, right?”

“CJ,” he growled.

“Okay,” she groaned, putting her hands up in defence, “But I mean the fact I’m naked, it’s just silly.”

Leo dropped his hold on the towel and it fell to the ground. “That better?”

“Oh yeah, much better!” she whispered, licking her lips. “Take me to bed Leopold.”

"Y'know, my name's just Leo..."

"I know, I just like being funny," she teased with a smile. "But, y'know... um... there wasn't any kind of protection last night. So I guess it's kind of stupid to ask now if you have something, but..."

He smiled and kissed her. "Relax. I'm not gonna seduce you today, okay? We're just going to lie in bed all day, watching movies. Bad movies."

“That’s what friends are for,” she said, “Can you find me some clothes?”

Leo pouted and glanced away.

“You wanna stay naked?” she teased.

“It’s going to be one of the fringe benefits of the deal,” he smirked, “seeing you naked.”

"Okay," she said, hopping up onto the bed. "But this is just a once in a while thing, okay? Thank you."

Leo shook his head and laughed as he climbed up onto the bed and reached for the remote.

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