CJ shot Abbey a look over the bottle of wine the President was fighting with, trying to get the cork out. "Uh, no thank you," CJ said when he offered her a goblet. "I still haven't gotten over the corky bottle yet," she joked, avoiding the confused looks the President and Leo gave her.

Abbey cleared her throat. "It was nice that you two were able to make it... Josh, Sam and Toby all had other plans."

CJ forced a smile and tried to ignore the look Leo was giving her.

“I could hardly refuse when you made it sound so appealing,” CJ laughed, concentrating on Abbey’s face.

“So where are the boys tonight?” Abbey asked, glancing at Leo.

He took a deep breath and inwardly groaned. “Josh is with Amy, Toby is…not sure exactly and Sam is trying to brush up on his science.”

"Toby took Tabatha whatever her name is out. The Poet Laureate lady," CJ said, waving a hand dismissively. "What they see in each other, I have no idea." She glanced at Leo, then back at the President. "On second thought, I'll have a goblet, please."

“How’s your love life these days?” Jed asked, casually.

CJ swallowed and turned to stare at him. Oh no, she really didn’t want to discuss her sexual frustration with him.

“I’ve been a little busy of late,” CJ explained. “With the campaign and such.”

"Yeah, but you could surely find it in your schedule for a couple of quickies..." Jed said.

"Josiah, leave it be," Abbey snapped, catching CJ's grateful look.

"And how's your sex life, Leo?"

CJ sighed and drained the entire goblet of wine, just to be able to do something to shut him up. "May I have some more, please?"

“Certainly.” As he poured Jed fixated on Leo. “Well? You know, I thought you and Jordan might be doing the horizontal lambada.”

Abbey and CJ exchanged indecipherable looks as Leo shifted in his seat.

"She's really not my type, it turns out..." Leo said uncomfortably. "And it also turns out that her fiancé really didn't like me putting the moves on her."

CJ cleared her throat. "Mr. President, how's YOUR sex life?" she asked, shooting Abbey a sorry look.

“Uh, well…” he muttered, looking at Abbey for help and receiving none. “I’m not wearing funny underwear.”

Leo frowned and glanced around the table, before realizing he was the only one not privy to the joke.

“Perhaps we could talk about something else,” he suggested.

"Not work," Abbey interjected. "I'm so sick of hearing about this political victory or defeat..."

"What would you like to talk about, then?" Leo asked gracefully.

"Which of us needs the best fucking right now," Abbey joked. "I'm kidding. Really."

“Abigail.”

“Jed, lighten up. They know I’m kidding.”

“How about your plans for Easter,” CJ interjected, hoping that might be a safe topic.

"We're having ham," Abbey said. "And new boiled potatoes with mint and turmeric."

"And Brussel sprouts," Jed interjected. "Much as I hate that..."

CJ finished her wine and gestured for another goblet. "This is wonderful wine."

"One of the perks of being the leader of the free world," Jed joked.

"Speaking of which..." Leo muttered. "We've got the thing with Nancy in twenty minutes."

“Josiah Bartlet, you promised,” Abbey cried.

Jed grimaced and smiled back at her. “It was Leo’s idea, Sweet Knees. But it won’t take long.”

“Leo?”

“You see, this is why I leave the room when you two get together,” Leo grumbled, staring at CJ.

"What did I do?" CJ exclaimed indignantly.

"You had to have the damn wine!" Leo said sharply.

"You can go to hell," she muttered.

"EXCUSE ME?"

"You heard me."

"Yeah, I did and.…” His sentence was cut off by her splashing the water from her water goblet in his face.

"Shut up," she growled. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be pacing the hallway."

Abbey watched CJ stalk out of the room without a word, and turned back to Leo.

“How long have you two been screwing around?”

Leo blinked twice as his jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, don’t tell me, you’re taking it slowly,” Abbey mumbled. “I hate to say it but you’re both so wound up it will…”

“Abbey!” Jed yelled.

“We’re not,” Leo said, barely audible. “I don’t know what’s got into her.”

"What's gotten into her is the normal womanly desire to screw something with a penis, Leo!" Abbey yelled. "And you just happen to be the closest thing to that in this room at the moment..."

"HEY!" Jed yelped.

"...That’s not already taken," Abbey finished. "So she's reacting hostilely to you. Got it?"

"I do not need to be fucked!" CJ yelled from out in the hallway.

Jed and Leo appraise each other as only men do.

“Come back in here,” Abbey called. “Being frustrated is nothing to be ashamed of.”

"I am NOT frustrated," CJ shouted back. "And I wish you'd stop talking about me like I'm not in the room!"

"Well, technically, you're not," Abbey pointed out.

CJ's head appeared in the doorway. "Now I am. And I do not need to get fucked, and I am not as frustrated as you think because I had a nice time with a battery-operated toy last night, THANK YOU."

Leo and Jed gave each other 'let's get the hell outta here' looks.

“Right, well, we need to…um…get going,” Leo announced, rising and reaching the door before anyone could object.

Jed followed a step behind, smiling at Abbey and smirking at CJ.

Abbey groaned and picked up a full bottle of wine. “You wouldn’t believe my husband was once uninhibited, would you? He liked to do it anywhere and everywhere he could.”

CJ rubbed her forehead and muttered.

"Hmm?" Abbey said.

"Nothing."

"No, you said something and I'd like to hear it," Abbey said, struggling with the corkscrew. "Damn thing..."

CJ moaned and looked away. "Dammit..."

Abbey stopped. "What?"

"I'm so horny I could die," CJ groaned. "I wanna fuck someone -- or something. And I wanna do it NOW!&qquot;

“Right now?” Abbey teased. “Cause we can clear the table and go for it.”

“Abbey!” CJ cried in frustration. “I almost didn’t come tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve actually been with a human being, I thought of going to a bar.” She folded her arms across her chest and sunk into a chair. “At least you have a husband.”

“Not so much,” Abbey said softly.

CJ sighed. "I've got vibrators and motion lotion. And no one but me to use them on."

"I should hope you wouldn't use your vibrators on someone else!" Abbey protested.

"You know what I meant," CJ sighed.

"Yes, I do. You know how long it's been since I had a nice round of fulfilling sex?"

"No, and I'm not sure I want to."

"Last year."

“Last year?” CJ asked, incredulous.

Abbey nodded. “Since the announcement things haven’t exactly been inductive to love making. That’s if we’re even in the same state. And I can’t exactly walk into a bar and pick up a stranger.”

“I suppose not,” CJ agreed.

“I did enjoy a little flirtation with our Leo but I think it freaked him out,” Abbey smirked.

"Probably," CJ giggled, her laugh high-pitched. "I don't think he'd appreciate it much if one of us offered to go down on him, either." She gestured at the wine bottle. "Wanna give me that and maybe I can use it to get off on?" she joked lamely.

"Oh no," Abbey sighed. "That would ruin the wine."

CJ groaned. "Dammit, I'm gonna lose it."

“Come on.”

“Where?” CJ asked, hesitantly.

“Our private sitting room,” Abbey replied, grinning. “I have a video or two you might enjoy. And bring the wine,” she called over her shoulder.

“This isn’t going to help my situation,” CJ grumbled, grabbing two bottles for good measure.

"Oh?" Abbey said, swinging her hips as she walked along. "You sure?"

CJ licked her lips and bit back a moan. "Yeah, I'm sure..."

Abbey turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I'm fine," CJ croaked, wiping the sweat off her brow.

“Maybe you need to lay down for a bit,” Abbey said, changing direction and opening the bedroom door.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense, it’s probably the wine and the damn heat in this place.” Abbey waited until she was inside the room before she closed the door with a resounding thud. “Take you jacket off and put your feet up.”

"Ma'am... Abbey... I don't think this is a good idea," CJ said, even as Abbey prodded her over to the bed.

"Oh, would you relax?" Abbey sighed, going to the closet and pulling a box off of the top shelf. "Now, let's see... you like girls with girls? Guys with guys? Hardcore fucking?"

"Oh Jesus," CJ moaned.

“I take your silence as no preference. In which case I’ll share my favorite with you-- a little ménage a tois,” Abbey continued to ramble as she popped the cassette in the machine.

“Shift up a bit and make room for me.”

"I think I need that wine," CJ choked out, fumbling tipsily with the corkscrew. "Oh man," she groaned, wanting the movie to either start or end quickly so she could get out of the room with Abbey the Walking Hormone.

Abbey took the corkscrew from her hands and deftly opened the fresh bottle. Pouring two glasses she handed one to CJ and settled back on the bed.

“Relax, you’re so uptight,” Abbey said, placing her glass on the bedside table and squeezing CJ’s shoulder. “Jesus, really tight. How about a massage?”

"Ma'am..."

"What?"

"Nothing." CJ shifted a little further away and moaned when the movie started and the first thing she saw was a shot of a giant hard-on. "Oh Jesus," she groaned, taking one of the wine bottles from Abbey's hands and taking a glug.

“Do you ever wonder about the guys in this building?” Abbey asked wistfully, trying to turn CJ.

CJ looked at her and flushed crimson. “No.”

“Course you do, it’s only natural. Josh is probably small but good with his hands…”

CJ cringed and continued to gulp at the wine.

“Sam is average, no man is that good looking and good in bed too. And Toby,” Abbey paused. “He’s probably huge.”

CJ was in the middle of a swallow when she choked and ended up spitting wine over the side of the bed. "Oh my God... This conversation is positively.... surreal..." she coughed.

"Well..."

"He's insanely huge," CJ mumbled, going back to drinking.

Abbey nodded, smirking. “I thought so. And our Leo is perfectly formed and very good.”

“Jesus,” CJ moaned, rubbing the back of her neck.

Abbey glanced back at the movie and back at CJ. “Oh for god’s sake, roll onto your stomach and let me massage your back.”

CJ finally sighed and complied. Abbey began to dig into her aching muscles with gentle fingers, and she groaned, feeling the tension begin to drain from her body, and heat settling between her legs.

"So, just out of curiosity, how huge is Toby?"

"You come like a fucking lunatic trying to get him all the way in," CJ groaned.

"Oh really?" Abbey purred. "And why aren't you fucking him now?"

"Because he wants Ms. Tabatha Goody-Two-Shoes," CJ growled. "Heinous fucking bitch."

“You don’t like her, or is that jealousy I can hear?” Abbey teased working CJ’s muscles harder.

“He was just handy when I wanted sex, now he’s all ga-ga over her,” CJ whinged. “So I’m going to have to look elsewhere.”

"If he's ga-ga over her, wouldn't it be safe to say he's sexually frustrated as well?" Abbey quizzed.

CJ moaned something inaudible as Abbey's hands descended from her shoulders to her back.

"Hmm?" Abbey said.

"I said... he's... oh god, that feels so good..." CJ groaned, choking on a nervous laugh. "He's... fucking her. No frustration for him..."

“So the arrangement was a little one sided, then,” Abbey muttered, working the bottom of CJ’s spine. “He needs to learn the true meaning of friendship.”

“Yeah,” CJ croaked as she felt herself flush. “When it’s run its course he’ll be back, he always is.”

"What about Andrea?" Abbey asked, kneading her way over CJ's buttocks.

CJ stifled a groan of pleasure. "Uh... well..." She paused for a long moment, breathing erratically. "Well... I came before, I was there.... during... and I was... after.... ohhh..." Her breath hitched in her throat. "Abbey, you've gotta... stop..."

“Am I hurting you?” Abbey purred.

“No.”

“Aren’t you enjoying it?” Abbey asked, straddling her thighs.

“Yes,” CJ replied quietly.

“Then why stop?”

"Because you're the... President's... wife... it's not... appropriate," CJ groaned.

"I'm just giving you a massage," Abbey said with a smirk she knew CJ couldn't see.

"How's the movie coming along?" CJ asked, trying to turn off her arousal, but failing miserably.

Abbey glanced over her shoulder. "Well... as you can hear... one of the women just had an orgasm, and our manly friend is going down doggie-style on the other woman..."

CJ felt a sudden rush of heat course through her and she couldn't bite back the full-throated moan of need that erupted from her lips.

“My, my, CJ, you really do need a good lay,” Abbey chuckled, letting her hands slide down over CJ’s backside.

“Abbey!”

Leaning forward until her mouth was close to CJ’s ear, Abbey blew gently across her earlobe. “Want me to help you out there?”

CJ writhed under her and clutched at the bed covers. Her breathing was erratic, her mind clouded over with the desire to be fucked hard and well. Abbey massaged her hips and ass, and she began to pant. "Goddamn you, Abbey," she forced out, her arms shaking as she got a good grip on the blankets and didn't let go.

"Why?" Abbey purred, rocking her hips a little.

"Jesus Christ!" CJ yelped.

“Oh, come on CJ. Live a little,” Abbey teased, running her fingers up under CJ’s blouse and releasing her bra fastening. “We both know it’s what you need.” Her hands slid over her sides and Abbey cupped a breast in each.

CJ groaned and arched back against the other woman. “This isn’t…” CJ moaned as Abbey playfully rubbed her own breasts along her back.

“…A good idea,” Abbey finished, rolling her pelvis. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

The whole thing had a surrealistic quality, like she was floating in a strange dream. But CJ had to admit that Abbey's hands were doing wonderful things to her. And she really really really needed to be laid. She inhaled sharply when Abbey bounced, and she groaned, "Abbey..."

"What?"

"For the love of God... if you're gonna do this... just... just fuck me already," CJ pleaded, her voice cracking on a moan.

“CJ,” Abbey said seriously. “Are you sure about this, I mean I don’t want you to think I’ve abused my position?”

“Right now I don’t care about your position,” CJ groaned, pressing her nipples into Abbey’s hands. “I just want you to touch me.”

Abbey slipped her hands out from CJ’s blouse and slid off her thighs. “Roll over, and get rid of the skirt.”

CJ squirmed out of her skirt and blouse, leaving her vulnerable on the duvet in her unfastened bra and her panties. She looked up at Abbey, her eyes unfocused with naked desire as she licked her lips and tried not to moan as the air currents changed, cool air wafting over her nipples.

“Are you going to get undressed?” CJ asked, nervously, her fingers splaying across her stomach.

“You want me to?” Abbey asked, as assuredly as asking if it was going to rain.

CJ nodded and bit on her lip.

With a shrug Abbey was on her feet, her navy business suit discarded on the floor, her cream sheer blouse lying folded on the chair. “That better?”

“Yes,” CJ gasped, admiring the view as Abbey’s nipples hardened before her eyes.

Climbing back onto the bed Abbey stretched out beside her, her eyes watching the television screen as her fingertips outlined CJ’s hips and stomach.

"Know who we need here?" Abbey asked softly, her voice carrying a tinge of amusement.

"Toby?" CJ asked, moaning a little.

"Well, Toby would be nice if you want to be fucked hard... But I was thinking our Leo... would be a better choice right now for you," Abbey whispered, as her fingertips wandered higher up CJ's body.

“God, can you imagine if he saw us now,” CJ giggled, “He’d have a fit.”

“Ya, think?”

“Well what else do you expect? Throwing his clothes across the room and getting stuck right in?” CJ laughed, her hand clutching the bed as Abbey lowered her mouth to her nipple.

“Yeah,” Abbey mumbled around her nub.

"He's too straight-laced..." CJ groaned, beginning to pant as her eyes caught the television and saw the man going down on one of the women hard and fast. Her body began to convulse in pained rhythm as Abbey nibbled on her nipple.

"Not so straight-laced..." Abbey said, her words rippling through CJ, starting the orgasmic chain reaction she was trying desperately to fight.

“Oh god,” CJ moaned, her hips lifting off the bed. “I need something in inside me, NOW!”

“Like I was saying,” Abbey continued as if nothing had happened. “Our Leo has more tricks up his sleeve than David Copperfield.”

CJ groaned and tried to push her own hand inside her panties.

Abbey caught sight of her out of the corner of her eye and stopped her. “Oh, no, you don’t. The point was you needed someone to fuck you.”

“Please,” CJ cried, as Abbey moved to her other nipple.

"Patience, Claudia..." Abbey smirked against her skin.

"FUCK PATIENCE!" CJ cried, her hips jerking. "I need to be fucked NOW!" She was dizzy; her body was on fire, and all she could think about was Toby ramming into her at the pace that was on the TV. "DAMN IT!" she cursed, her entire body tensing as orgasm came closer.

"PATIENCE," Abbey growled, biting down on CJ's nipple, making her cry out in pleasure-strangled pain.

CJ’s hand slid down Abbey’s back and into her black lace panties to cup her ass. She kneaded in time to her own desires, pulling Abbey on top of her. The older woman’s pelvis crushing down on her CJ writhed and ground upwards. Her moans came louder and more needy as Abbey fought against her.

Abbey broke away and leaned back, breathing heavily. "God, CJ, chill out will you?" she panted.

"Oh God," CJ groaned. "I need something right now..."

"What you need at the moment is to let go and do it yourself, since you're so damn close," Abbey said, running her hand through her hair to push it back out of her eyes. "Then we'll work from there."

CJ didn’t need telling twice as her fingers slipped beneath her waistband and circled her center. Looking up into Abbey’s intense gaze CJ’s eyes moved to her lips and with her free hand pulled her head towards her. Capturing Abbey’s lips with her own CJ kissed her hungrily stifling the moans as she achieved her first release.

There was a strangled noise from the doorway, CJ noted as she spasmed again. Abbey pulled back to figure out who the intruder was, then sighed. "Leo, what on..."

"Ohmygod," he croaked weakly, slumping against the doorframe in an attempt to stay upright.

CJ licked her lips when she saw the twitching bulge in her pants. "I want him, I want him to fuck me," she moaned, looking up at Abbey, eyes still unfocused.

“Leo, shut the door,” Abbey groaned, “We don’t really want the secret service in here.”

Leo stood shakily and closed the door, collapsing back against it. “Jesus, Abbey, what the hell?”

“He’s still fully dressed,” CJ whined, raising herself slightly off the bed.

Abbey looked between CJ and Leo and groaned. She wasn’t planning on sharing Leo but it seemed she had no choice. “Where’s Jed?”

Leo was staring openly at the two women, partially clad. “He wants to supervise Nancy’s raid,” Leo growled, tearing his eyes away and catching sight of the two women on screen.

"Why aren't you down there?" Abbey asked, trying to distract him from the movie.

"He told me to go back up and finish dinner..." Leo said, clearing his throat and returning his gaze to the women on the bed. "I guess dinner's finished?" he croaked, watching CJ writhe as she touched herself.

“We were just talking about you,” Abbey purred. “It’s fortuitous you’ve arrived.”

“Uh?” Leo squeaked, his trousers twitching spontaneous.

“She means…we need,” CJ panted, bucking off the bed, and capturing Abbey’s mouth as she screamed her release.

Leo gaped at the sight, but couldn't stop his erection from hardening even more. He groaned in pain as his trousers tightened, and braced his weight against the door.

"C'mere," CJ groaned, holding her hand out in Leo's direction. "I wanna see how big you are before..."

"CJ!" Leo croaked weakly. He moved toward the bed almost as if it was not of his own will.

Abbey licked her lips and purred a little.

“While the cat’s away the mice will play,” Abbey purred. “So why don’t you come catch a mouse.”

“Abbey!”

CJ shook her head and tutted, “He is straight-laced after all.” Her hand moved it’s way across Abbey’s shoulder and her silk cladden breasts to rest on her stomach. “Well, if he just wants to watch, that’s fine too.”

Leo’s eyes widened as CJ lowered her head and nipped at Abbey’s shoulder.

"Oh my god," he croaked, trying unsuccessfully to look away from CJ and Abbey.

Abbey's hand moved up CJ's thigh to play with CJ's curls, earning a deep-throated moan of approval from CJ.

Leo nearly fainted.

Abbey glanced over CJ’s shoulder at Leo and winked. When he still didn’t move she shook her head at him. “Leo,” she purred. “You can stand there and watch, or you can show us exactly what we’re missing.”

"Let me up," CJ hissed softly. Abbey moved so CJ could move off of the bed and saunter around the end of the bed to stop in front of Leo. "The tie has to go," she purred, adjusting the knot, smiling widely as his pupils dilated and turned a funny shade of honey-hazel. "Oh my, what's this?" she asked innocently as she ground her thigh into his crotch. "It seems awfully hard..."

Leo groaned and bit his lip to keep from touching her.

“Abbey,” CJ purred, huskily. “Leo’s a little tense, maybe he’d enjoy your healing hands.” She grinned as her fingers moved across his buttons, revealing more of the white T-shirt he always wore.

Abbey climbed off the bed and walked behind Leo.

He braced himself, expecting her hands on his shoulders, gasping when she cupped his ass and began kneading his cheeks.

The first four buttons undone CJ slid her hand inside the cotton and teased at his nipples. “Very nice. Don’t you want to touch?” she asked, disappointedly.

Leo inhaled, his breath hitching as Abbey continued to massage his ass, and CJ continued to grind her thigh into his erection. "Would... would you stop?" he croaked.

"Let me guess," CJ purred, fingers fumbling with the button of his trousers, then reaching into his boxers when she got to them. "It's not appropriate?"

He grunted and tried not to swell into her hand anymore than necessary.

“Or maybe he’s feeling a little intimidated?” Abbey suggested, slipping her fingers in the waistband of his pants.

“Well, I was always told if you’re feeling intimated imagine everyone in the audience naked,” CJ offered, removing her hand and dropping her panties to the ground. “Is that better, Leo?”

Leo glanced down and closed his eyes.

CJ smirked. "How about this?" she purred, releasing the her bra and letting the lacy garment flutter to the ground at their feet.

Leo opened his eyes and couldn't take them off of her breasts.

"Hey, Mikey, I think he likes it!" CJ purred, reaching for his boxers again.

Behind him Abbey rubbed her ample cleavage against his back as her lacy panties slipped to the ground. Stretching around to his waist Abbey began tugging his shirt from his pants.

Leo covered her hands with his own and stilled them. “This isn’t a good idea,” he groaned, as CJ stroked the length of his erection.

CJ stared into his eyes and moved her lips slowly and deliberately as she whispered, "I want you, Leo. I want you inside me. I want you around me. I want you."

"What she really wants is your hard cock," Abbey purred in his ear. "*I* on the other hand want you..."

Leo groaned and his hips jerked forward into CJ's hand.

CJ grinned and leaned closer, her voice deliberately soft and lyrical. “Abbey and I want you, Leo. No one outside this room will ever know, and we won’t do anything to hurt you.”

“Unless you ask us to,” Abbey whispered.

“So let us give you a night to remember,” CJ finished, reaching for his hand and moving it to her breast. “Please.”

"I don't know...,” he said, all the while running his thumb over CJ's nipple. She moaned and arched her neck back. "Maybe it might be worth it..."

Abbey reached around and ran her hand down into his boxers to join with CJ's in stroking him.

CJ sighed blissfully and looked down at him with passion-gazed eyes.

Reaching behind him Leo ran his hand over Abbey’s stomach and between her thighs.

She moaned as he traced her curls and brushed against her clit.

“Bed,” Abbey panted, pushing against his fingers.

CJ took one step back, got her feet caught in her abandoned panties, and fell to the floor, dragging Leo and Abbey down with her. Leo landed on top of CJ, his erection straining to get out of his boxers and into her. Abbey was half-straddling the back of Leo's hips, driving him down onto CJ.

"Oh my God," CJ whimpered from the bottom of the pile.

Leo raised his head and looked down into CJ’s eyes with concern. Realizing she wasn’t in any pain he leaned down gently and kissed her lightly on the lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispered, pulling back.

“Hey,” Abbey whined behind him.

Reaching round to Abbey’s behind he slapped her playful. “We both know you’ll get your turn,” he grunted.

"She had a head-start," Abbey whined. "I want my turn now..."

CJ laughed lightly. "Go ahead," she agreed softly, caressing Leo's cheek gently. "I think I need some time to figure out how to get my panties unwound from my toes."

Leo grinned back at her and lightly pushed Abbey to the ground. Rising somewhat ungracefully to his feet he toed out of his shoes and socks, before offering Abbey a hand.

Abbey allowed him to pull her to her feet and against his chest as he kissed her thoroughly.

“That better?” he asked, pulling back and pushing her hair from her face.

“Um.”

Tugging her with him Leo backed to the bed, turning at the last minute and throwing her down.

Abbey landed with a muffled grunt. "Hey, no manhandling the boss's wife!" she protested.

"When you're with me... the boss can be damned," Leo growled. "Now, spread 'em."

CJ was still on the floor, trying to get untangled, when she saw Leo's pants go flying towards her. "HEY!" she spluttered when they hit her in the face.

Her cries went unheeded as Leo’s head disappeared between Abbey’s thighs. Parting her folds with his thumb he teased at her center with his tongue.

Abbey whimpered above him, bucking her hips.

“CJ,” he mumbled, sending vibrations through Abbey. “I need help.”

Tossing aside her panties CJ climbed up on the bed and crawled to the head.

She bent to graze her lips against Abbey's, her fingers moving to tease Abbey's nipples roughly, giving her infinite amounts of almost-painful pleasure as Abbey began to spasm around Leo.

Leo circled her center faster as she shuddered and rocked against his mouth. Deftly he inserted two fingers into her opening and grinned as she orgasmed around him. His eyes were firmly fixed on CJ kissing Abbey as his shaft strained against his boxers.

Abbey pulled away from CJ's lips with a hollow suction-like noise and growled, "I want you inside me, Leo, now -- fuck me hard."

CJ pulled away completely, a little shocked by the outright rejection Abbey had just given her, and slid off the bed in search of her clothes.

Leo watched her for a moment before Abbey demanded, "What are you waiting for?"

“CJ, where are you going?” Leo called, sitting up.

“Home.”

“Why?” he asked, taken back by the little girl lost tone of her voice.

“I feel like I’m intruding,” she replied, picking up her skirt.

Abbey groaned in displeasure as Leo climbed off of her to talk to CJ.

He crossed the room and took her hands in his. "Hey, if you were intruding, we'd've thrown you out," he said gently, freeing the clothes from her iron grip and letting them fall to the floor again.

"Well, she obviously wants you alone, no strings attached, so I'll just go home now," CJ said, unwilling to break contact with him.

“Abigail Ann,” he cried, in a tone, which left no one under any illusions as to how he felt. “Do you want CJ to go?”

Abbey muttered from the bed and CJ tried to wrestle her hand from Leo’s. “See?”

“If you go now I won’t be able to fuck you,” Leo said softly, caressing her hip with his free hand. “And I was going to make sure you couldn’t walk for a week.” His fingers brushed against her hipbone as he traced his way to her clit.

Her breath caught on a moan and she looked over at Abbey. "I..."

"Please," Leo whispered, nuzzling her neck and breathing softly against her skin, causing gooseflesh to spring up all over her body. His fingers found her clit and stroked gently.

“Leo,” Abbey demanded from the bed, sitting up and watching the interchange. “You’re neglecting me.”

CJ felt Leo groan against her neck as his fingers increased their ministrations, bringing her close to the edge.

“I’m not going to neglect either of you,” he said out loud as CJ whimpered and clutched his shoulders.

He increased the pace of his fingers and watched with satisfaction as she plunged over the edge, her nails digging into his shoulders, a ragged cry escaping her lips.

"Now come lie down," he said softly, leading her back to the bed.

“Abbey, move over,” he instructed, guiding CJ to the edge of the bed.

Abbey muttered and did as she was told.

Climbing up the bed and positioning himself on his back between them both Leo grinned. “Right it’s my turn.”

Abbey growled, and CJ whimpered slightly. "Well," Abbey sighed, "Pick one."

CJ shot her a look, then moved to kiss his lips gently, softly, passionately, intimately.

Abbey made a little noise in the back of her throat and moved for his erection.

Leo wasn’t quite sure how much he could take. CJ was kissing him as her fingers teased at his nipples. While Abbey was nibbling and sucking her way around his erection. As briefly as she brushed his shaft she would move on. It left him straining.

CJ pulled back for a moment for a breath and looked down at him. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly.

He jerked slightly, then nodded.

She bent back down to kiss him again.

Abbey wanted to have him begging for her to fuck him. She knew all his sensitive spots and how much pressure to apply before backing off. His bucking and writhing was indication enough he was getting frustrated. Glancing up at his face she noted the way CJ was kissing him and growled. With a free hand she reached up and began to palm CJ’s breast. Why have one frustrated when she could easily have two.

CJ tried to brush Abbey's hand away, but Abbey was insistent and CJ finally succumbed to the feel of her hand on her breast.

Abbey almost hissed in displeasure when Leo reached up with one hand to cup the back of CJ's head, holding her there, kissing him. She roughly tweaked CJ's nipple, making the younger woman jump away from Leo with a yelp.

“Abbey!”

“Your turn,” Abbey snapped, shifting up the bed and settling beside Leo’s head.

“Okay,” CJ shrugged, looking at Leo sadly. Parting his thighs with her fingertips CJ lowered her mouth over the tip of his penis. At first she licked around him in circles, then as Abbey plundered his mouth hungrily up above CJ started to suck him into her mouth.

Leo grunted and lurched up into CJ's mouth, biting down on Abbey's tongue.

CJ was very careful and deliberate in her motions as she sucked on him hungrily the way she would lap at a lollypop.

Feeling him react to CJ Abbey kissed her way down his throat and suckled on his nipples, biting down hard each time he bucked.

Leo yelped and groaned in response to both of them. One hand found its way into CJ’s hair, holding her down on his erection, as the other kneaded at Abbey’s ass.

CJ very gently bit down on his tip, felt him lurch before he spurted into her mouth.

Abbey pulled back and glared at her. "Well, there goes all our fun."

“Well then, your not as imaginative as I thought,” CJ retorted, crawling up the bed and grabbing Abbey’s wrists.

Abbey tried to resist but CJ proved to the stronger woman. Holding her firmly against the bed CJ fitted her mouth to Abbeys and kissed her hungrily.

Leo lay back watching them tussle as he waited for his release to subside. Grinning he positioned himself behind CJ and forced her forward on to the older woman’s hips. Licking his middle fingers he slipped one into Abbey and the other into CJ.

CJ stiffened and inhaled sharply at the invasion of his finger, while Abbey merely purred and tried to press herself against him.

CJ glanced over her shoulder at him, catching his eye.

He grinned back and nipped her shoulder. Pulling his finger from Abbey he inserted two and began to pump away causing her to buck against CJ’s backside and whimper into the kiss.

Breaking the kiss CJ moved her mouth over Abbey’s large pert breast and licked at her nipple.

Abbey whimpered and writhed, unable to gain a grip on anything or fight the double assault. She felt the heat rising through her body and the trembling in her groin.

“Fuck, please, now,” she panted.

CJ continued to hold her hands to the bed as she nibbled her breast and bounced her hips.

Leo pushed a second finger into CJ’s opening and increased the pace.

Both women moaned and arched at his touch.

CJ panted as she tortured Abbey, trying to keep her mind off of the exquisite torture Leo was inflicting upon her.

But the climax rode up hard and fast on CJ, and she was trembling at Leo's touch.

Leo shifted his balance onto his knees and eased his fingers further into the women, increasing the friction and bringing them both screaming into release.

CJ spasmed and arched back, biting Abbey a little too hard, and whimpered as Leo continued to ride the wave with her.

Abbey moaned and thrashed around, yelping at the pain inflicted by CJ and exquisite pleasure from Leo.

Stars began swimming at the edges of CJ's vision as she slammed into another fast release, grinding back against Leo's hand. "Oh God," she whimpered, hips jerking spasmodically as she exploded around him. She lost her balance in mid-orgasm and tumbled onto Abbey, barely registering Abbey's grunt of pain as she approached another climax as Leo moved his fingers slightly.

Grinning and finally admitting how uncomfortable he was Leo extracted his fingers with a wet thud and sat back on the bed. He watching animated as both women tried to regain their composure, their bodies maintaining the heat and eroticasism of the moment.

With a groan Abbey pushed CJ off of her body and on to the bed.

CJ curled up on her side, her breath still shallow and fast.

"Well, that was fun, now wasn't it?" Leo asked.

"Of course it was, darling..." Abbey purred. "But I really didn't want to share you tonight..."

Leo cocked one eyebrow and glanced at CJ, eyes closed. “I’m not yours to share,” he said softly.

Abbey glared back at him in response, her eyes filled with a predatory glint. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, you made your choice thirty odd years ago.”

CJ rolled off the bed and stood shakily. “I’m going to go and leave you two to it,” she announced, picking up her clothes.

“I’ll walk you down,” Leo offered, climbing off the bed without a backward glance. “I should look in on the President anyhow.”

Abbey watched in silence, as they dressed quickly, neither wanting to acknowledge her presence.

CJ was dressed first and out the door before Leo could protest.

Abbey licked her lips and said, "You're really going to leave?"

"I shouldn't have been here in the first place," Leo said, zipping his trousers and slinging his jacket over his arm. "Happy birthday."

With that, he was gone from the room.

Leo caught up with CJ as she reached the elevator. “Hey slow down.”

CJ continued to walk, her eyes downcast.

Leo moved a little faster, catching her arm. “CJ, please.”

She stopped at the elevator door but refused to turn and look at him. Sighing Leo spun her round and held her firmly by the arms.

"Talk to me," he insisted.

"It was stupid, what happened, you and Abbey obviously have a thing, and I was..."

"We do not have a thing."

“She talks about you as if you’re a thing,” CJ said softly.

“Thirty five years ago she left me for him,” Leo corrected. “Six months ago we had a flirtation, Christmas we had a one night stand.”

“That sounds like a thing.”

Leo moved his hands up her arms to rest on her shoulders. “This could be a thing.”

"What, me making an issue out of you and Abbey being a thing?" CJ said, her hands gesturing wildly. "I just... dammit... we fucked around, Leo -- the three of us. And now there are all these repercussions and..."

"CJ, relax."

"I will NOT relax!"

The only thing he could think to do was kiss her. So he did. Softly, gently on the lips.

And as soon as he pulled away, she slapped him.

Leo rubbed his cheek and grinned, “What was that for?”

“That’s my line,” she retorted, turning as the elevator doors opened, and stepped in.

Leo followed. “I can’t remember the last time a woman slapped me for kissing her.”

“Well you shouldn’t have kissed me.”

Leo shrugged and wondered if perseverance would work. Very gently he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her more passionately on the lips.

She pulled away. "This..." she began.

"Shh..." he whispered, kissing her again. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?"

“Technically you’ve had me,” she teased, trying to hide her embarrassment.

“Let me take you home,” he asked, seriously, his hands still cupping her face. When she looked ready to protest he hung his head and released her. “No, sorry, why would you want me?”

"I do want you," CJ confessed, slightly taken aback by the admission. "But this... what's happened tonight... it's..."

He sighed. "No, don't try to say anything to make me feel better, CJ."

CJ squeezed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger and scrunched up her face. “Sometimes you really need to just shut up,” she grumbled. Exhaling deeply she did the only thing that came to mind.

Pushing her body against Leo’s she forced him against the elevator wall, her hands on his shoulders as she gazed down at him. “Yeah, just shut up and kiss me.”

She leaned down and kissed him like she had in the bedroom, her tongue twining with his, intimately researching and mapping the recesses of his mouth.

She pulled back and whispered, "You can take me home."

His eyes sparkled as his face broke into the broadest grin. “Your place or mine?” he asked, in a voice that made her weak at the knees.

“Mine.”

Her lips sought his again as the elevator pinged and the doors opened.

Jed went wide-eyed and blushed as he watched his best friend making out with his CJ. He cleared his throat and they broke apart, looking guilty as sin.

CJ cleared her throat and looked at Jed, blushing. "Mr. President," she coughed.

"CJ, Leo, what on earth..."

"Abbey needs some good lovin', sir," Leo said, grabbing CJ's hand and pulling her out of the elevator.

“Where are you going?” Jed called as they headed down the corridor.

“Really Sir, you don’t want to know,” CJ called back, her heels clattering on the floor as she tried to keep up with Leo.

Jed watched them go and finally shrugged before stepping into the elevator. He grinned as he rode up to the residence, Leo’s parting words playing on his mind.

He found Abbey lying on the bed, naked, on her back, watching one of her movies.

"Why, hello, jackass, nice to see you rejoined the party," Abbey sniped.

"Leo says you need some good lovin'."

"Well, he should know," Abbey said dejectedly.

“Don’t worry sweet knees, I think he’s going to get plenty of loving tonight,” Jed grinned, removing his jacket.

“What?”

“He and CJ were practically groping each other in the elevator.”

Abbey grunted.

"What's the matter with you?" Jed asked.

"Nothing," she sighed a little petulantly.

"Abigail..."

"It's really nothing, jackass..."

Jed pulled the knot out of his tie and toed out of his shoes. “So are you going to jump me?”

Abbey rolled her eyes and turned back to the movie.

“Wanna recreate your favourite movie?” he tried, shedding the rest of his clothes.

"Jed, I'm not in the mood," Abbey sighed.

"Oh really?" he taunted. "Ten bucks to one you were hoping Leo would jump you."

Abbey choked and looked at him guiltily.

"See?"

“Jackass.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who has the hots for a senior staffer,” he grinned, climbing on top of the comforter and stroking his erection. “Though saying that, I’m sure Leo’s in for a good night.”

Abbey shot him a look that could kill and he shrugged in response.

"Was she really all over him?" Abbey finally asked.

"Well, it was more of a mutual thing than either him all over her or her all over him..."

"Fuck," Abbey muttered.

"Yes, please, let's..."

Abbey jumped off the bed and practically threw the remote at him. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Now that sounds like an idea,” Jed agreed, rising from the bed. He sat back down when he saw the stony glare she gave him. “Or maybe I’ll just stay here and watch the film.”

"No, you WILL stay here and watch the film," Abbey growled, stalking into the bathroom.

Jed closed his eyes and sighed. "And she wonders why she doesn't get any."

************************************************

Leo fumbled in his pockets for his car keys, as CJ pressed him against the car.

“CJ?” he squeaked.

“What?”

“That’s a public street over there, anyone might see,” he warned.

“So open the damn door,” she growled, her fingers playing with his earlobe.

"I can't when you're..."

She pulled her fingers away. "Sorry."

He opened the door and let her into the car. "Anything you might want to stop and pick up on the way home...?"

"No, I've got some."

Leo flushed pink and concentrated on opening the driver’s door. “Um, well okay then.”

CJ stifled a giggle at his obvious embarrassment and played with the radio. “I like flavoured ones-strawberry, ice cream and cherry.”

As he started up the engine he didn’t respond. Once they were out of the lot and onto the street he concentrated on the road and avoided looking at CJ.

Bored with the radio and a little peeved at being ignored CJ shifted over in her seat and rested her hand on his thigh.

"I'm driving," he reminded her.

"And I'm horny. What's your point?" she purred, working her fingertips higher up his leg.

"Damn, CJ..." he grunted, almost swerving off the road when her fingertips grazed his crotch.

“Take the next street on your right,” she instructed, her hand cupping his groin.

“But you live across town.”

“There’s a park at the bottom and you can park up,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his neck.

"Okay," he croaked, turning right sharply.

"Damn..." she laughed. "You are an eager beaver..."

"Funny funny," he growled, swinging into a parking space. "Get in back."

“Actually I was thinking more Al fresco,” CJ muttered, nibbling her bottom lip. “You’ve got a blanket in back, haven’t you?”

Leo glanced nervously about to see if anyone was lurking in case the alcoholic Chief of Staff might get fresh in a park.

"Yes," he finally croaked.

"Then come on," she purred. "No one comes here after ten..."

"Yeah, but..."

CJ climbed out of the car and stood by his open door, hands on hip. “But what?”

“It’s April,” he mumbled weakly.

“I’m asking you to fuck me, not paint me.”

"It's... cold. Dew on the grass and..."

"Leo..." she sighed in exasperation. "When you're fucking, you don't notice if it's cold -- and what's with you now? You couldn't wait to get into my panties a few minutes ago!"

She crossed her arms and looked away.

“I just don’t function very well when it’s cold,” he grumbled. “As for getting in your panties, they wouldn’t really suit me.”

CJ shot him a look.

“Okay. We’ll find a spot and I’ll fuck you.”

“I’ve gone off that idea now,” she growled.

He threw his hands up in the air and made a noise of disgust.

"What?" she snapped, rounding on him.

"You."

"What about me?"

"You're so damn..."

"I'm so damn WHAT?" she challenged.

“Frustrating,” he groaned.

“Frustrated, actually. And as you seem so unwilling to satisfy that need you might as well take me home,” she muttered, walking back around the car.

"You don't have to be an exhibitionist to make me want to fuck you," he muttered, climbing into the car.

"Excuse me?"

"I just want... I want to do this in a bed. It's where I'm comfortable."

"I'm comfortable anywhere."

“Yeah, but you have fifteen years and probably a few more lovers on me,” he said softly, starting the engine. “And no, I wasn’t accusing you of being easy.”

“The fifteen years didn’t seem to stop you earlier,” she replied, ignoring the latter part of his comment.

“I’m older not decrepit,” he snarked.

"Some things improve with age," she said before she could close her mouth on the words.

"Yeah, I'm like a fine wine," he muttered.

"You really are," she said softly.

“So, let’s start again, invite me home for coffee or to look at your etchings. Or whatever it is you do this days,” he suggested.

“I don’t have any etchings,” she said seriously.

"What do you have?" he asked.

"Music."

"So invite me to look through your music collection..."

CJ grinned and turned to look at him. “Leo, would you like to come and appraise my CD collection?”

“No, but I can think of something else I wouldn’t mind appraising.”

She chuckled. "I have something less comfortable I can change into..."

"No need," he said with a smirk.

A few minutes later, they were almost racing up the stairs to her apartment.

As the door closed behind them Leo pushed her against the wood and jammed his knee between her legs. Gently he reached up and cupped her face, pulling her down to kiss her mouth.

CJ bit back the moan as he pushed up her skirt with his knee.

"Leo..." she moaned through the kiss.

"What?"

"I'm wearing pantyhose."

"So?"

“It’s going to make it somewhat hard to do what you are planning.”

Leo ran his fingers down the door and up under her skirt. CJ heard the rip and felt the cold air suddenly brush her legs.

“Leo?” she gasped, as his fingers tugged at her panties.

"What, you really wanted me to see your music?" he asked, trying to slide her panties down over her hips.

"No..."

"Good."

“I thought you wanted to be comfortable,” she muttered, deepening the kiss with her tongue.

“I am,” he smirked, “but in a few minutes you won’t.” On his last word his fingers worked their way inside her panties and began a gentle exploration of her most sensitive areas.

Her breath hitched and her hips rocked forward. "Oh..." she moaned, clutching at his wrist to direct the pressure.

"You like that?"

"Yesssss.... OH!"

“How about this?” he asked, pushing his finger lightly into her opening and twisting it.

CJ arched back against the door and pushed down on his hand. “Yes.”

“And this?” he whispered, his hand popping a button on her blouse as he worked his hand inside. He rolled his thumb over her bra cladden breast.

“More,” she whimpered.

He fumbled with the front hook of her bra, finally releasing it, and brushed her nipple with his fingertips, all the while twisting his finger inside her, trying to reach her g spot, wanting to make her come unglued.

CJ arched further back as he located the elusive spot and sent her mind spinning. She leaned forward and shrugged her jacket down her arms. Breaking the kiss CJ fumbled at the buttons on her blouse.

Once freed of the silk blouse, Leo's lips left hers to seek out one of her breasts, flicking his tongue over one of her nipples, adding heat to her already fiery state of being.

His finger hit the spot again, and her knees went weak.

“You okay?” he asked around her breast.

She nodded and opened her mouth to speak when she came. Spots appeared before her eyes as her thighs shuddered against Leo’s hand. When she came back to reality they were in a heap on the ground.

He coughed nervously and laughed. "Wow, you pack a punch..."

"I'm sorry," she panted weakly, shifting a little, finding that his finger was still twisted up inside her, making contact with all the right places. She moaned and shifted again, wanting to feel the intensity again.

“I, um, CJ,” he stammered. “Wooden floorboards?”

CJ glanced at the floor and back at him, her mouth quirking into a grin. “There’s a rug in the lounge. I didn’t really plan on screwing in the hallway.”

“Neither did I,” he said wistfully, twisting his finger faster and deeper as his lips sought hers.

She groaned and pulled away. "Let's move," she chuckled, suddenly feeling the hardness of the floor beneath her.

"Good idea," Leo said, slowly getting to his feet to help pull her up.

“The bedroom’s that way,” CJ said, motioning with her head.

“Okay, but you won’t be needing this,” he whispered, unfastening her skirt and pushing it down her legs. “Or these,” he added, tearing off what was left of her pantyhose.

"Okay," she said with a smirk, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway. "I didn't have a chance to make the bed this morning..."

"That's good, because we'd just be tearing it up again," Leo commented dryly, pushing her onto the bed and leaning between her legs to kiss her hungrily.

“Leo?”

He mumbled in response, tugging her panties over her legs with his teeth.

“Don’t you think you should lose some of your clothes?”

"Not yet," he replied through the fabric.

"Why not?" she asked, panting as he breathed against her thigh.

"Because I'm having too much fun watching you..."

“But I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me hard,” she panted, raising herself up on her elbows.

Leo dropped her panties to the floor and crawled back up her legs. Without warning he drove two fingers into her opening and began to spiral them inside her.

"OH SHIT!" she shrieked, her hips bucking. "Oh God," she panted over and over as he brought her over the edge.

He grinned at her response and continued to spiral his fingers within her, waiting for her explosion.

It came with his name on her lips, and a wash of warmth. Tentatively he removed his fingers as she continued to buck and shudder. Laying beside her he watched as her heart rate raced and her eyes flickered behind closed lids. Gently he took her hand in his own and brushed them against his groin.

Her eyelids raised a little, so she was looking at him. "That's for me?" she whispered, taking the initiative and stroking him through his pants.

He inhaled sharply. "Yeah..."

“Tell me what you want.”

“You,” he whispered, as her fingers moved faster.

“Then perhaps it’s time we lost the clothes,” she teased, rising to her knees, and hovering above him.

“You’re in charge,” he grinned, stretching his arms out on the bed.

“Ah, you’d like a dominatrix?”

"No..." he groaned. "Just... you..."

"I can be very trying -- ask Toby," she purred, unbuttoning his trousers.

"I don't want to know about you and Toby," he groaned. "I just want a woman... who... knows her own... mind... I want you," he croaked as she pulled down his pants and boxers in one motion.

Licking her lips, her hand moved to gently stroke his shaft. “It’s going to be an all nighter,” she said firmly. “I want you to fuck me ever which way but loose.”

“CJ?” he squeaked as her thumb rubbed wetness over his head. “I’m not…”

CJ glanced down at his face. “No, not that. On the bed, in the shower…”

"On the rug?" he supplied weakly.

"Anywhere your little heart could desire," she purred. "Right now, though... I want to make you cry."

“Cry?” he gasped, as one hand ran the length of his erection and the other slid up under his shirt.

“Scream if you like,” she teased, tweaking his nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“Ow,” he complained. “Ride me baby.”

She smirked and straddled him, settling firmly on the head of his erection and slowly sliding down, then raising, and so on, until the last slide up, she nearly came off entirely, then slammed down. Leo had the air knocked out of him, and reached up to grab her ass to keep her still for a moment.

CJ placed a hand on either side of his chest, rubbing his nipples with her thumbs through his shirt.

Leo groaned and pulled her ass firmly down.

“Leo,” she asked, “Are you clean?”

He looked confused by the question and relaxed his grasp. “Clean?” he questioned, his voice hitching in his voice as she began to bounce up and down.

“Well we seem to have foregone protection and we’re safe on the pregnancy issue,” she panted between strokes.

"I'm clean," he grunted. "Just me and Jenny for... EVER..."

CJ motioned for him to hold still, and began to move on her own, letting her body set the pace and rhythm for them both.

His hands ran the length of her back as she rode him, her pace increasing with the first tightening of her muscles around his cock. It was bliss. CJ’s body was bringing him closer to release, squeezing him deeper into her.

He moaned as he felt his tip rub her G spot and her thighs spasming against his hips.

Her body quivered and quaked, but she concentrated on keeping her body moving to make him happy. She was more concerned about him than about herself.

"I can't... hold..." Leo grunted, beginning to clench his fingers around the blankets in a death grip.

“You’re gonna have to say it, Leo,” she purred, rolling her hips.

“Fuck CJ, please, “he pleaded, his hands clutching at her waist and changed the direction and pace of his thrusts.

CJ arched her back and whimpered as he hit her g spot on each thrust. Her eyes fluttered shut as heat scorched through her veins. The wave started in the pit of her stomach and she was falling fast when he cried her name.

He thrust up into her one more time and came in a rush as she spasmed once more. She collapsed forward, panting for air, fingers clutching at him.

"You.... okay?" Leo moaned.

He was rewarded with silence and her hand moving up his neck to toy with his curls.

“Shower next?”

CJ lifted her head and rolled her eyes, reaching up slightly to kiss his chin.

"I don't think you're up to it," she smirked.

"You're the one that wants to be fucked everywhere," he reminded her a little too peppily.

"Yeah..."

"So let's do the shower."

"I'd rather use the couch."

“I suppose moving the couch into the shower is out of the question?” he teased.

CJ nodded, “Just a little.”

“Save it for next time, eh?”

She sat up and looked at him. "Who says there's going to be a next time?" she asked.

"Okay," he croaked. "No next time."

"If it got out that you and I were fucking like bunnies, we'd have the scandal that would almost match the President's MS."

“We could meet in secret,” he said hopefully.

“Leo,” she started and rolled off the bed. “God damn it. Couldn’t just leave it?”

“You’re right,” he agreed, wanting to screw her again.

"I know I am," she retorted, grabbing the top blanket and wrapping it around herself.

"Don't do that," he groaned.

"Don't do what?"

"Cover up... I want to..."

"Couch, Mr. Chief of Staff." She turned on the ball of her foot and bounced out.

Leo sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He had hoped that there would be more than one night. That he would be more than a substitute for Toby. Sighing he stood and padded naked through her apartment.

“Leo, let’s just have one great night of sex,” she suggested, correctly reading his mood. “Really, when you’ve thought about it, you’ll see anything more is impossible for us.” She dropped the blanket to the floor. “So, have your wicked way with me.”

"Couch or floor?" he questioned.

"I think the couch... but what do you want?" she purred, running her fingers up the inside of her thigh.

"I want you on the floor, or on the couch," he growled. "I want you doggie-style."

She smirked. "Can you handle it?"

Leo grabbed his penis in his hand and pulled it. It sprang up in his hand. “I’m going to give you more than you can handle,” he said firmly.

CJ raised her eyebrows. “Ya think?”

Leo growled deep in his throat. “On the floor. Woman.”

Her voice got high-pitched and sing-songy as she said, "I love it when you get all masterful on me -- spank me!"

Leo grunted and ignored the swelling of his cock. "You wanna be spanked?"

Her eyes lit up. "Hell, why not?"

“On the rug. You have a wooden spoon, I take it,” he grinned, wandering back into the kitchen, his cock swinging from side to side.

“Leo?” she called after him.

He reappeared a few minutes later, wielding a love spoon. “Now this may hurt a little.”

Her eyes widened. "I didn't think you'd actually..." she croaked.

"Bend over," he instructed.

CJ looked at him, eyes wide, but his face remained impassive. Shrugging she lowered herself to the floor and moved on to all fours.

“Ready?” he asked, his hand rubbing her bottom.

“As I’ll ever be,” she muttered.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the first blow. She inhaled sharply when it came, wincing as her bottom stung. Then came another. The second either wasn't as hard as the first or it was in the same place, because it started to warm her flesh.

The third blow stung because it was in a different place, but she couldn't hold back the aroused moan that tried to escape her. The air currents over her warm skin were driving her insane.

Leo raised the spoon for the fourth time and hit her across both cheeks. CJ whimpered and arched her back. Dropping the spoon Leo clasped a reddened cheek in each hand and squeezed. “You were enjoying that too much,” he growled.

Moving forward onto his knees he continued to manipulate her bottom as he rubbed his hardening erection across the sore skin.

She gasped and clawed at the carpet, her arousal beginning to become too much for even her. "Dammit, Leo..." she moaned, pushing back, trying to capture him, but failing.

"You're enjoying this way too much," he growled, leaning forward and nipping her lower back.

She bucked and yelped, "Fuck me already!"

“When I’m good and ready,” he teased, running a hand around to her stomach and up her rib cage. “I’m not sure you’re quite ready for me.”

“Then why don’t you find out,” she whined, gasping as he tugged on her nipple.

"You're making all the right noises," he taunted softly. "But I don't think your body is ready..." He gently circled her clit once, twice, three times with his index finger, and she arched up against his stomach, panting and moaning. Then he dipped the same finger deep inside her, finding her g spot and massaging until she screamed.

Trying to hide his smirk Leo extracted his finger and sat back on his heels. “I think it’s time,” he whispered, pumping his cock against her backside.

“Leo?” she cried, pushing against him and wriggling her hips.

“Now?”

“NOW!”

"You're so... forceful," he grunted as he corkscrewed his erection into her, making her writhe and bite back screams of bliss as he hit sensitive spot after sensitive spot.

"Oh GOD!" she panted, rocking back against him, twisting and moaning.

And then he pulled out and thrust back in. She thought she was going to die.

Whereas Toby was large, Leo was long. She briefly wondered if Jed was wide but shook that thought out of her head as Leo plunged deep inside her again. Her knees were raw from sliding along the carpet and her hands were tired.

“Leo, faster,” she cried, panting and whimpering as he moved within her. “Oh. My God.”

"You like that?" he ground out, thrusting hard, then stopping.

She moaned and leaned back into him. "Oh God..." she whimpered.

Then he started the thrusts again, and on the second one, she slammed into a climax hard, clenching around him, shaking until her arms collapsed beneath her.

He stilled, and she panted, "Wan...wanna try something?"

“I thought we were,” he teased, rocking his tip at her opening.

“No, I meant something different,” she whimpered, her head resting on the rug.

"Why?"

"Because I'm rug burnt and I'm gonna die if we keep this up," she moaned.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, pulling out of her with a wet slurping noise.

She moaned at the loss of contact, but managed somehow to get up and spread the blanket on the floor. "THIS is why I work out," she said, lying on her tailbone and elbows, tucking her feet against her thighs, and giving him a prime view.

"What the hell?" he croaked, licking his lips.

"It's a position from the Kama Sutra," she explained. "Any way you thrust and try to fuck me is going to give us both immense pleasure," she purred. "So hurry up before I cramp."

“Kill or cure then,” he grinned, wriggling into position. “Wanna buy me the book for Christmas?”

“Leo, I’ll even buy you the chocolate version, just fuck me already,” she groaned.

“I serve at the pleasure of the Press Secretary,” he moaned, thrusting into her.

She shrieked and fought to keep position as he continued to thrust into her, hitting deep inside her, making her wish this could be more than just a one-night thing.

She exploded around him, and felt him shoot into her, then she waited until she could see straight again before untucking her feet and putting them around his waist. "Oh. My. God."

“Yeah.”

“Lost for words there, Leo,” CJ teased, resting her head on his shoulder.

“That was…unique,” he managed, taking a deep breath and inhaling her scent. “I should get going,” he whispered, afraid that he would say the words that were running through his mind.

“Okay, “ she said softly, wondering why he was suddenly in a hurry.

“Long day tomorrow,” he continued, thinking about her bed and how easy it would be to stay.

“Your clothes are in the bedroom.”

He nodded. "I know."

"But...?"

"I feel like I'm leaving you without something to remember the night by."

"Oh, believe me, I'll remember the night," she purred.

"Okay," he said softly, blinking down at her.

"But..."

"But what?" he said, leaping at the chance to talk.

"But I was wondering..."

"What?"

"I was wondering if you could make me come one more time..." she taunted.

“One for the road, like?” he said cheerfully.

“Yeah,” she waited a beat. “Except I could do with a nap first.”

“Oh?” he asked, somewhat confused.

“And it’s getting late.”

“I work later than this,” he said, amused.

"So wha?" she yawned. "I got fucked by the First Lady and the Chief of Staff."

Leo flinched. "Yeah, well..."

"I'm wondering if..." She was cut off by a key turning in the lock. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it up around her. "Get down," she hissed.

The front door of her apartment opened and Toby stumbled in, obviously drunk. "Claudia Jean!" he sang out loudly.

“Toby?”

“Hello.”

“Okay, you’re drunk. You’re alone. I’m guessing the date didn’t go well,” she surmised, walking around the couch and leading Toby back to the door.

“Tabatha thinks I’m cute,” he announced, lurching around wildly.

“Which begs the question, why are you here?” CJ asked sternly, holding the blanket tightly.

"She wound... me up," Toby said with a grand gesture, "and let me down..."

"You're frustrated?" she asked.

"I think so... and you're naked."

"Yes, I am," she said cautiously.

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Because you knew I'd come," Toby slurred.

“No.”

“I’ll run the shower,” he muttered, taking a shaky step in that direction.

“No,” she said again. “I’m, I’m not alone, Toby.”

He stopped and spun to look at her, surprised. “You were fucking someone?” He rubbed his head. “You brought someone home?”

“Technically they brought me home,” she smarted. “I need for you to go.”

"Not till I see who fucked my woman," Toby growled.

"I am NOT your woman, Toby, and you'd better get that through your thick skull," she snapped, propelling him toward the door.

"Stop," Toby whined. "What, is he better than me?"

"Toby..."

Toby reached for his pants button and unbuttoned them, pulling them and his briefs down. "Is he bigger than me, baby?"

CJ swallowed and looked away from his obvious state of arousal. "Toby, pull your pants up and I'll call you a cab."

"I wanna fuck my woman," Toby said, giving her a sloppy, yet passionate, kiss.

With one hand on the blanket CJ pushed him away with the other. “For Christ’s sake, Toby.”

“I love you,” he growled, tugging at the blanket.

“You don’t, you’re just pissed because she wouldn’t sleep with you,” CJ offered. “I’m not going to play second fiddle anymore.”

“And he’s never going to fuck you, “Toby slurred, “And risk his precious job.”

"Who?" she asked, her brow crinkling in confusion.

"You know who," Toby growled.

"Jog my memory, then, because I'm confused," she said quietly, calmly.

"LEO. Leo, who you fantasize about and moan about when you're masturbating in the bathroom -- what, you think I'm deaf?" Toby snarled. He grabbed her hand and made her caress his shaft. "You need me to keep you satisfied, and I love you..."

"STOP IT!" CJ yelped, yanking her hand out of his. "I don't need you!"

"You do -- why else do you keep coming back to me, Claudia Jean?" Toby reached out to caress her cheek, but missed as she backed away from him. "Who did you fuck, CJ?" he asked after a moment, sensing this somehow mattered. "WHO DID YOU FUCK?" he yelled angrily.

“Me.”

Toby turned to the sound of the voice and swung precariously. “You?”

CJ shook her head and pulled the blanket tighter around her.

“Yeah, and while I can’t attest to loving her I respect her a damn sight more than you do,” he snapped, padding past Toby, his shirt covering his nakedness. “I’m going to get dressed.”

“Leo?” CJ called, staring at Toby.

“Well I read that wrong, “Toby smirked. “He managed to forget his job long enough to give you one good fucking; now he’s leaving. Good old Toby‘s here.”

Leo emerged in his pants, tucking his shirt in. “Actually I’m taking you home. I think CJ has probably had enough of both of us tonight.”

Toby stared at her as he grabbed his pants and briefs and hauled them up. "What, cat got your tongue for once?" he asked.

"Shut up," she said quietly. "And give me your key -- I'm getting the locks changed in the morning."

"WHY?" Toby demanded. "Because you fucked HIM?"

"No, because you're scaring me, Toby -- you know I hate it when you're drunk because you... you get like this."

Leo came back out of the bedroom and threw his jacket back on. "Come on, Toby, let's get you..." His sentence was cut off by Toby's fist colliding with his face.

“Fucking hell,” CJ yelled, bracing herself to have to get between them.

“What’s a matter, Leo? Not man enough to fight back?” Toby taunted.

“Are you okay? He asked CJ softly.

She nodded mutely. “I want him to go.”

“Toby, don’t be a jackass.”

“Fuck you.”

“Already taken care of, “Leo taunted. “Sober up, get some sleep and be ready to apologize in the morning.”

“Or what?” Toby asked, sarcastically.

Leo ignored him and turned back to CJ. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re not coming back?” she asked, sadly.

“Not a good idea.” He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “But I hope the reality helps with the fantasies.”

"It does," she whispered back.

"What'd'e say?" Toby slurred. "You fuck her and leave, what kind of a man are you?"

"GO TO HELL, TOBY!" CJ yelled, landing a fist in his nose. "GET OUT!"

“Ow, that hurt,” he whined, rubbing his nose and sobering slightly.

“Next time it won’t be your nose,” she snarled and turned her back towards him. “You’ve jeopardized our friendship.”

“If you’re screwing him, our friendship is over,” Toby threw back opening the door and falling into the hall.

“You need to go after him, “ CJ said to Leo. “Make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. And try and get the key, would ya?”

"He'll hurt me first," Leo muttered.

"I don't expect you to tell him that this was a one-off, but... try, please?" she pleaded, pressing a kiss to Leo's forehead.

“It’s safer if he thinks we’re an item, “ Leo muttered, quietly. “Less chance of him doing this again.”

“I’m not…”

“I’m not about to suggest a permanent commitment, I don’t feel like that about you. I’m not adverse to lusting,” he added, grinning.

"Lusting is good," she stammered.

"A little bit of fooling around now and again..."

"A quickie in the office?" she suggested.

"Something like that -- I'll go run Toby over with my car now."

“Leo, aren’t you forgetting something,” she purred, slamming the door shut and leaning against it.

He looked about his person and patted his jacket pocket. “No, I’m wearing my underwear and my keys are in my pocket.”

CJ dropped the blanket to the floor.

"Yeah, but..."

"Toby's out for the count in the hallway," she purred. "Trust me. I oughtta know." She ran her fingers along the crease of his shirt collar, then pulled him down for a feral kiss.

“CJ?” he squeaked, breaking the kiss. “I can’t.”

“Let me try,” she whispered, running her fingers across his groin.

“No, it’s just, not with him out there,” he sighed, indicating the hallway.

"Misplaced loyalty," CJ sighed. "How's your jaw?"

Leo reached up to rub it. "It's there."

She nodded. "If you want to come back later, I won't complain."

“I’d have to swing by the hotel and grab some things,” he said thoughtfully, “and you might be asleep.”

“Toby’s key.”

"Oh. Yeah." Leo rubbed his jaw again, wondering when the stubble had popped up, and whether CJ had noticed. "But I can give it to you tomorrow."

"I'd rather have it tonight," she said softly.

“And I suppose you need a lift to work in the morning?” he added, the corners of his mouth turning up.

“Yeah, I do.”

“What I’d really like, and no one has given me in a long time…”

“What?” she asked, hoping it was something adventurous.

“A bath.”

"A bath," she repeated, a strange look on her face.

"Yeah." His cheeks flushed red, as did the tops of his ears.

"I've got some nice bath oil that I got during the Saudi trip..." she suggested.

“With bubbles,” he grinned, “And you could soap my back.”

“Leo, did Jenny run you a bath?” CJ asked, wondering if this was some sort of substitute.

He shook his head, and blushed deeper. “No, she refused. I just find it erotic sharing a bath with someone.”

"Someone?" she questioned softly. "You mean you would share a bath with anyone?"

"NO!" he yelped, his face turning bright red.

"Ohhh..." she purred. "Well, the sooner you get Toby home, the sooner you can get back and have your bath..."

“Okay,” he said, gleefully, kissing her firmly on the mouth before pushing her to one side. “Back soon. Toby, get your butt up off the ground.”

“Uh?” the curled up ball on the floor muttered.

“Up, come on, I’m taking you home.”

"Don'... wanna gome," Toby mumbled.

"Get up, jackass," Leo growled, kicking Toby a little. "I'll buy you lunch tomorrow if you get your ass up."

“Stay CJ.”

“How about I get Margaret to organise lunch with Miss Fortis?”

He hadn’t seen Toby move so fast in his life. Finally upright Toby swayed a little on his feet and leaned on Leo. “Take me home.”

Leo managed to get him home and onto the couch before he gave up and went back to CJ's.

He unlocked the door with the key he had confiscated from Toby after the final couch-collapse, and stepped inside. CJ was curled up in the recliner in the living room, the blanket covering her, her face relaxed in sweet repose.

Not wanting to wake her Leo slipped off his shoes and tucked his socks inside. Quietly he padded down the hallway and opened the bathroom door. Sweet scented steam filled the room and by the heat in the room it was obviously she hadn’t long fallen asleep. Removing his clothes and placing them on the laundry basket Leo grabbed a sage green towel from the pile and wrapped it around his waist.

He tested the water with one toe, making a face as its warmth enveloped his skin. Shaking his head, he went back to the living room to check on CJ.

She wasn't awake, but wasn't really asleep. "Want you to..." she mumbled, rolling over in the chair. "Leo... want to... I want you to..."

Crouching down beside her he brushed her hair from her face. “CJ,” he said softly, torn between wanting to know what she wanted and settling his own urge. Sighing he brushed his lips over her forehead.

“Leo?” she asked, sitting up with a start.

“Ssh, it’s me.”

"I must've fallen asleep," she mumbled, shaking her head a little to free the cobwebs of sleep. "When did you get back?"

"About ten minutes ago -- Toby's safely collapsed on his sofa," Leo replied softly, brushing her forehead with another kiss.

"Well, then, I guess it's bath time," CJ said.

“If my friend would take my hand,” he said, standing and offering her his hand.

CJ held the blanket to her as she stood and looked at him. “Your friend?”

“My best friend, actually,” he muttered, ducking his head.

"Your best friend?" she repeated. "I thought the President was your best friend."

"Yeah, well, the President doesn't make me that happy."

“I should hope not,” she chuckled, tugging his hand and heading for the bathroom. “Then I really would be worried.”

“It’s kinda hard to be his friend and his Chief of Staff. Josh and Sam see me as an old father figure. Toby, well, he’s not very friendly.” Leo grabbed the towel as it threatened to fall. “But you, you make me smile.”

“And horny and hard,” she giggled, leaving the blanket on the floor outside the bathroom and running her foot through the water. “Perfect. Tap end?”

He rolled his eyes and nodded, letting the towel loose.

She smirked and grinned up at him. "You know that part about horny and hard?"

"Yeah, I know," he laughed, climbing into the water after her.

CJ settled herself at one end of the bath, widening her legs for him to settle between them. Water splashed up and over the tiled the floor.

“I might have misjudged the level, “ CJ chuckled.

“So we wash the floor at the same time, “ Leo offered, stretching his leg and running his foot up the inside of her thigh.

Her eyelids fluttered closed and she slid deeper into the water with a moan, relishing the feeling of his toes against her thigh.

Leo smiled a little, enjoying himself. "You have a washcloth around here?" he asked.

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at him. "Yeah."

He nodded. "Just checking."

Closing her eyes CJ let her head fall back. “So did you mean what you said earlier?”

“Huh?” he mumbled, his toes slowly working their way further up her thigh.

“About respecting me.”

"Yes."

"Really?"

"I respect you for being an incredibly intelligent, sexy woman who does her job well and without many complaints, and who is funny, beautiful, and..." He paused.

"And?"

"I don't remember," he laughed, and she splashed him.

“So you don’t lust after me,” CJ said softly, wriggling her hips until his toe brushed her center.

“I wouldn’t say that. And any man who says he doesn’t lust is lying,” Leo added, confidently. His toes continued to tease her center as she whimpered. “I’m not in love with you,” he added matter of factly.

"And... I'm not in love with you," she replied, her voice cracking. She gripped the sides of the tub and her knuckles went white.

"But I admire and respect you."

"And lust, don't forget the lust," she croaked.

“Yeah. Are you okay there? You’re not looking well,” Leo asked, smirking as he moved forward in the water.

CJ moaned and opened her eyes just as he removed his toes and replaced them with his thumb and forefinger.

Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating, the irises deepening in hue to a dark blue with her arousal. She inhaled sharply as he gently rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and her grip on the sides of the tub became unbreakable.

She moaned and began to breathe heavier.

“Maybe I should stop,” he snickered, and gasped when she gripped his shoulder, digging her nails into his skin. “No then. How about this?” he whispered, pushing two fingers deftly into her opening and feeling her walls in spasm around him.

The pressure on his shoulder increased as he began the double assault. CJ struggled to focus on him as her eyelids fluttered shut.

Her lips parted to breathe and to moan in desperation as she came closer to the edge.

"Hanging in there?" Leo asked with a dirty chuckle.

"FUCK...YOU..." she panted, grinding her hips.

"Yeah, I'd like you to..."

She inhaled sharply and the stars began to close in on the edges of her vision.

“Leo,” she groaned as she felt the all too familiar sensations coursing through her veins. The first wave began gently, building up and crashing around her ears. The quick succession of the second took her to the edge and CJ fought against it. Her thighs were clenching around Leo’s hand as her vaginal muscles willed him deeper.

"Yes?" he asked with a smirk.

"Ohhhhhhh...." she panted, unable to fight it anymore as the next wave crashed around her. She cried out something, she didn't know what, when she climaxed, but when she opened her eyes again, she knew it couldn't have been good.

Leo had removed his fingers rather abruptly and was putting distance between them, well as much as he could in a bathtub. He was looking around the room, practically searching for an exit.

“You want to go?” she asked softly, sitting up straighter in the tub and reaching for a sponge.

His eyes, anywhere other than on her, he spoke coolly, “I probably shouldn’t have come back.”

She sighed and closed her eyes again, willing herself not to cry. "Maybe not," she said, her voice cracking. "If you want to go, now's the time." She made a gesture in the direction of the door and sighed.

"Yeah."

She opened her eyes again. "What did I say?"

Leo looked at her for the first time in minutes, “It’s not important. What is, is that this isn’t what you want.”

“You wouldn’t be in my bathtub if it wasn’t what I wanted. What did I say?” she demanded, crawling towards him.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER," he yelled.

"Obviously it does, or you wouldn't be..." She stopped speaking, afraid of what she might say next.

“Wouldn’t be what?” he growled, leaning back against the tub.

“Forget it.”

“Sure,” he sighed. “I can forget all of it. It’s not the first time.”

"I can't apologize if I don't know what I said, Leo..."

"It's okay," he replied quietly. "Don't worry about it."

"It is not okay. What did I say?"

“It wasn’t what you said, “ he groaned. “I’ve heard language far worse from you. But did you have to call for him?”

“Toby?” she asked somewhat surprised.

“Well he’s your lover, so I guess it was his pet name,” Leo grumbled.

CJ laughed and blushed. “Toby’s not the one I have a nick name for.”

"What?"

"He doesn't like nick names during sex."

"Okay... then who..."

"What did I say?" she prompted.

Leo shook his head. “Well I obviously didn’t yell Leopold, otherwise you wouldn’t be upset, nor Studmuffin, so…oh.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“Ah, I only usually call that when I’m playing with my toys,” she said, sheepishly, tweaking his nipples under the bubbles. “Generally proceeded by fuck me hard.”

He nodded.

"Oh Lord," she mumbled sheepishly.

"So... um..."

"The toys," she choked. "I call my toys... uh..."

"Yeah."

“Did I mention I enjoy apple bobbing?” CJ said, blushing and trying to change the subject.

Leo looked perplexed. “Apple bobbing?”

“Yeah, I was school champion. Once I got my teeth into the apple I didn’t let go,” she informed him, rubbing her nails across his stomach and over his shaft.

"You didn't let go.... CJ, what the..." Leo croaked.

"Don't go," she said very softly.

"I'm not, because you're kind of..."

She dropped one hand out of the tub to fumble with the knob on a little cabinet and pulled out a washcloth. She sank it beneath the surface, making sure it was good and wet before bringing it back up to his chest. "You said you thought there was something erotic about sharing a bath," she reminded him.

“It has to be with the right person,” he commented, as the washcloth worked its way over his chest.

“So you aren’t planning on doing this with Josh or Sam?” she teased, as her free hand began to wrap around his shaft.

“No,” he squeaked.

“Good.” CJ began to stroke the length of his now hardening erection.

He groaned and hissed something almost inaudible.

"Hmm?" she purred, squeezing his erection gently.

"Call me Studmuffin," he croaked.

“Leo?”

“Talk dirty, nobody’s ever done that before,” he groaned, running his hand down the slick skin on her back.

She looked a little taken aback. "Like what?" she asked, still stroking his chest with the scrap of terrycloth.

"Just... say something dirty."

"Laundry," she deadpanned.

"What?" he croaked.

"Dirty -- laundry."

Leo raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “And here was I thinking you were a modern sensual woman.”

CJ’s grip on his cock tightened and she rolled her thumb over his head. “Oh, you want something adventurous. Let me get my handcuffs and I’ll tie you to the shower.”

Leo swallowed. “That’s not…”

She grinned at him. "I'd like to show you some of my toys, but I don't think you'd appreciate them at the moment..."

"What kind of toys?" he asked.

"Well, I've got the usual ones, and I've got some rather unusual accessories..."

"Like?"

"I've got some nice cock rings around here somewhere..."

Leo went as white as a sheet and rubbed his face with his wet hand. “Maybe we should stick to the traditional stuff. Save the er…ring things for when you meet the right guy,” he suggested.

CJ continued to pump him, making a show of dropping the washcloth and searching for it.

“And I have a ring that would look just perfect on you.”

Leo spluttered and choked. "CJ, I..."

"You're the one that wanted me to talk dirty," she reminded him with a smirk, leaning forward to trail kisses over his chest. The washcloth moved lower, until it joined her other hand.

“Uh, CJ. If you keep doing that I’m not going to last very long,” he mumbled, lifting his hips off the bathtub.

“And I so wanted you to fuck me, long and hard,” she giggled. “I want you corkscrewing inside me. Oh baby, give it to me.”

He croaked wordlessly and his eyes widened. He licked his lips. "You want it?"

"Hell yeah."

He nodded and reached between them to caress her body.

“So was that dirty enough?” CJ asked, leaning down to kiss his neck.

“Well if you want to continue I won’t complain,” he stated, palming her breasts through the bubbles. “God, you’re horny.” His hands moved across her stomach to dip between her legs.

“I want to feel your big, engorged cock pummelling me,” she mumbled against his neck.

"Okay, now that just sounded wrong," Leo groaned, thrusting into her hand.

"Huh?"

"You left out the long."

She giggled. "I want to come apart, Leo -- bust me at the seams, baby..."

“Oh God, now I can just imagine you in the Press Room saying that,” he smirked.

CJ laughed with him, lifting her head and kissing him on the lips. “I want you inside me,” she whispered against his lips. “Now.”

"You still dirty-talking?" he teased, kissing her in return.

"Don't even joke about it," she purred into the recesses of his mouth between their passionate kisses.

"I could get used to this," Leo commented dryly.

“We discussed that,” CJ said, pulling back and looking in his eyes. “We’re friends, anything more is crazy.” She kissed him again. “I’m not saying it won’t accidentally happen, but we’re not planning for it.”

Leo nodded and continued to caress her center. “Accidents do happen.”

She groaned, and repeated, "I want you in me now, Leo..."

He nodded and removed his fingers from her body, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her onto his lap. "Like this?" he asked, sliding her down onto his erection slowly.

“Oh yeah,” she purred, trying to lean back and give him easier access.

“Try resting your feet on the wall,” he suggested, rocking his hips gently.

CJ stretched a leg either side of Leo and did as he suggested, gripping the sides of the bath tub she managed to gain leverage.

Leo rocked his hips and moaned as her muscles contracted around him. “Claudie.”

She panted, becoming dizzy with the sensations he evoked within her body. Only vaguely did she register that he had called her Claudie, something that only one other man had ever done.

A strong orgasm swept over her, taking away the urge to cry and replacing it with pleasure as she leaned back further into the water.

Leo’s arm shot out of it’s own accord to snake around her waist and hold her, preventing her hitting her head. His other hand rested on the wall at his side. The buoyance of the water and the tightness of the tub made it impossible for him to take long deep strokes. Instead he relied on his hips and made gentle thrusts, pulling her tight against him with each one.

The orgasm shot through her body, setting each nerve tingling and raising the temperature in the room up several degrees.

"God, it's hot in here," Leo complained with a grunt as he continued to thrust.

"Your... fault," CJ panted as another climax approached.

“I realize now why I’ve never had sex in the bath before.”

CJ’s eyes went wide as she continued to climb into oblivion. “Never?”

He shook his head. “Am I doing something wrong?”

"Noooooo.... OH!" she yelped as a stronger orgasm burst through her. He stilled for a moment, letting her recover while he ached for release. As soon as she could breathe again, the thrusts were back in full force, short and frantic.

“I, um…” he groaned, trying to control his thrusts.

“Lean back and slide down,” she instructed, pulling herself forwards.

“How is that going…?” he started to ask, stopping as she began to move her body up and down his shaft. “Oh.”

"Shh..." she groaned, her body clenching around him, dragging him deeper with each movement.

"CJ, I..."

"Shh..." she scolded, rocking forward slightly, changing the angle of his entry, and letting out a feral moan.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grasping her waist as he felt his erection growing to its full potential.

CJ closed her eyes and cursed. “Leo,” she screamed, as they came together, nails marking flesh, fluids intermingling and water splashing on tile.

She collapsed forward, almost drowning him in the process. He came up spluttering a moment later, coughing out, "God, lemme know when you're about to try to kill me, will ya?"

She sat up and slid back to her original position, leaning her head back on the edge of the tub and sighing. "Wow."

“Yeah.” Leo pushed the wet hair off his face and sighed. “Is it me, or is this water suddenly cold?”

“It’s cold,” she agreed. “Maybe it’s time we went to bed.”

"For sleep or..."

She chuckled. "I need a little nap after this," she admitted, blushing.

"Maybe we could cuddle," he said, voice hesitant.

“It’s not as if we haven’t shared a room before,” CJ deadpanned.

“We have?” he asked, confused.

“Sure, you, me and Toby,” she said, climbing out of the bath and towelling herself off. “Some back of beyond town in Missouri. Josh and Mandy were fighting, Donna had my bed.”

“Can’t say I remember, but then nobody slept in their own rooms much,” he commented, following her into the bedroom. “This is a little different.”

"Just a little, yeah," she said quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed to face him. "If you're uncomfortable, I can go rest on the couch."

"No, I'm not going to throw you out of your own bed," he said hastily.

"Believe me, it's not a problem -- I have a nice-sized couch," she said.

"CJ, just lie down, will ya?"

CJ hastily rearranged the comforter and climbed underneath it. Settling on her side she waited as Leo retrieved the pillow from the floor and lay down next to her.

He closed his eyes and tried to drift off to sleep, but the thought of her next to him kept him awake. Groaning he opened his eyes and found himself looking into her eyes.

“Hey.”

“Y’know, you could hold me,” she said softly, shifting across to him and draping her leg across his thigh.

“And I thought we were supposed to be napping. I have to be up in three hours,” he groaned, glancing at the clock.

“Try this,” she suggested, turning over and pressing her back to his chest.

He draped his arm over her waist and closed his eyes, falling asleep to the scent of her skin, her hair, the last remnants of her perfume.

The sound of the alarm blaring some annoying steel guitar rift from the 70's jarred him to consciousness.

He reached to silence the clock and found something soft instead. Opening his eyes fully he blushed at the sight of her breast in his fingers. He pulled away quickly and sat up.

CJ mumbled something as she threw the clock across the room, where it bounced to a stop.

Leo scanned the room for his clothes before he remembered his bag in the hallway. Picking up the only thing vaguely suitable he climbed out of bed.

“Red silk suits you,” CJ chuckled, sitting up naked and unabashed.

He made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat and went in search of his bag.

CJ climbed out of bed, threw her bathrobe on and followed him. "I want to thank you," she said softly as she watched him scrounge around.

“Yeah?” he grumbled, pulling out a wash bag and clean underpants.

“For last night,” she stumbled. “And getting rid of Toby.”

Leo shrugged and shuffled past her. “I need to get going.”

“Want a coffee before you go?” CJ asked, stepping aside to let him through.

“I’ll get one at the office. Mind if I use the bathroom first?” he asked, carefully avoiding looking at her.

"Yeah. No problem." Her voice was slightly tinged with an air of sadness, but she masked it well. "If you don't mind, I'll make some coffee and a bagel."

"It's your apartment," he pointed out, walking away.

She sighed and went into the kitchen to make her breakfast.

Leo stood before her mirror, staring at himself. He was ashamed of himself. Firstly for what happened in the residence but more so for taking advantage of CJ’s friendship. Picking up his razor he began to shave.

CJ made two cups of coffee and shook her head. Awkward mornings after weren’t her thing, especially when she would have to be in his office later. A smile tugged at her mouth as she decided to do something about it. The bathrobe puddled at her feet as she stepped out of it and grabbed one of the cups.

Leo turned at the sound of the bathroom door opening.

"If you don't have coffee now, you won't have a clear head later," she said, stepping forward. "Black as night," she added.

He tried to avoid looking at her. "Thanks -- set it down on the vanity, will ya?"

She set the mug down in silence, then moved closer.

Leo jumped when he felt her warm hands encircle his waist. He looked up into the mirror and caught the grin on her face. “CJ?”

“So, I thought maybe you were finding this awkward--you know, waking up next to a colleague after what can only be described as the greatest sex you’ve ever had,” she whispered against his ear.

“The greatest sex ever? “ he said, grinning. “Definitely don’t have any inferiority problems, do ya?”

“Nope.” CJ lightly kissed the back of his head. “I’m glad you stayed last night.”

He chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't stay, exactly."

"Well, then, I'm glad you came back," she whispered, kissing his shoulder, then his neck.

"We need to get going," he said.

"I know."

“But you’re not moving,” he said, eyebrows raised.

“I was thinking the President’s going to ask what happened last night,” she teased.

“Ah--I drove you home, kissed you goodnight and left.”

“But you didn’t,” she smirked. “And if he asks I’d have to tell him so.”

Leo shook his head, “What then?”

"Then I would deny any and all involvement with any of you, retire in peace with all the blackmail money I'll receive, and then..."

"Okay, enough," Leo laughed.

"See, I got you to smile," she pointed out with a chuckle.

"You did a hell of a lot more than that."

THE END

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