Title: Singles Week

Leo awoke with a start and opened his eyes gingerly at the sun streaming through the blinds. He closed them again and rolled over with a groan. His hand reached over to pull a pillow over his head and his fingertips brushed something soft. One eye open, he grinned as he remembered whose bed he was in.

CJ looked stunning. Her hair was tousled across the pillow and her face looked peaceful, and natural, devoid of any make up.

Still grinning Leo’s eyes wandered down the bed, across the starch white sheet to her legs sticking out from below.

Leaning over, he lightly brushed her temples with his lips before climbing out of bed and gathering his clothes.

Back in his own room he released the breath he had been holding. The last thing he had wanted was for her to wake up and feel awkward at his presence.

He spent ten minutes under the shower, allowing the tepid water to rejuvenate him, and making plans for the day. As he towelled himself off, he hummed “Brown Eyed Girl” and danced around the bathroom. He was on vacation, with the woman he loved, and he was going to enjoy it.

CJ rolled over and promptly landed on the floor, in a heap of limbs. Opening her eyes she cursed and tried to unwind the sheet from around her. “Leo.” Turning over she looked up to the bed and found him gone. Standing shakily, she grabbed a T-shirt and pulling it over her head walked out onto the deck.

“Morning sleepy head,” he greeted, his grin widening at the sight of her long limbs. “I ordered breakfast.”

“So I see,” she nodded, taking a seat and pouring herself a coffee. “Couldn’t you sleep?”

Leo folded the island paper and lifted his cup. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Okay.”

“So, what do you want to do today?” he asked, his voice light and cheerful.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Leo?” she teased, grabbing a dish of fruit salad.

“I’m on vacation.” He watched her suck an apple slice into her mouth and his shorts tightened. “So I made some phone calls, hired a car and that.”

“You’ve been busy.”

“It is alright with you, I mean, if there’s something. . .” his voice trailed off and his smile faded.

“Nope, I’m all yours.”

Leo stood and walked around the table to wrap his arms around her neck. Kissing her on top the head he squeezed her tightly. “You’re going to enjoy this.”

******

Half an hour later Leo was climbing in the driver’s seat of their hired jeep as CJ adjusted the radio and unfolded the map. UB40 blared from the speakers as Leo found first gear and headed out of the resort.

After getting lost twice CJ directed them into a small airstrip.

For nearly an hour they flew over the island, enjoying an aerial view of the mountain and the tropical forest. With a small tip the pilot pointed out their resort and the main towns.

All the while CJ held onto Leo’s hand and enjoyed herself. She had fully expected to spend the whole week sunning herself and having to coerce Leo away from the newspapers and phones. Instead he had gone to a lot of trouble to plan the day for her. It was very sweet and she made a promise to repay him later.

Back on land they took to the road once more. Leo headed along the coast to Bridge Town.

CJ settled back in the passenger seat and threw back her head, the wind breezing through her hair. She had to admit as she watched the scenery go by that it was the perfect place to relax. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze and the sea was clear and tranquil.

From time to time she tried to get Leo to pull over but he refused, laughing and shaking his head at her suggestions. For some reason he was concerned that shagging on the beach was asking for trouble. Instead he leaned over and kissed her knuckles, promising later they would make up for lost time.

Finally they arrived in the town.

Leo led her through the streets, holding her hand and grinning the whole time. He felt like a schoolboy again, albeit a wiser one. Here he was in paradise, well now that they were away from the resort it was paradise, with a sexy woman.

Today CJ had gone for a sundress, flowery and light, which when the sun was shining right was see-through. He grinned at the thought and memories of what she had suggested on the way.

They found a quiet restaurant for lunch and ordered Creole. The conversation naturally turned to the White House and he wasn’t surprised when she announced she wanted to go shopping for gifts. That had been his plan all along.

Stuffed after eating more food than they managed in a week back home, CJ dragged him up and down side streets, into tiny shops. Ever the gentleman Leo followed, becoming more and more ladened with the bags -- Scarves and coral necklaces for Carol and Donna, wooden carvings for the spin boys and a book on the island for the President. In a small boutique she persuaded him to buy a necklace for Mallory and a bracelet for Margaret.

Having purchased nothing for themselves they loaded the bags into the car.

After a few minutes more strolling they found themselves in front of a synagogue. CJ read the inscription on the wall, the oldest Jewish synagogue in the western hemisphere, and thought of Toby. Leo trailed behind as she entered and shook his head when they emerged seconds later with a Hebrew wall hanging for Toby.

They drove back to the resort in silence and that evening after a short nap they dined in the hotel restaurant. Lit only by candlelight it held a romantic air about it and for once Leo forgot all about work and the stresses of life.

******

Leo awoke the next morning in her bed. Repeating his previous mornings activities he was already dressed and ready to go when CJ arose.

CJ shook her head at the glint in his eye, poured a coffee and headed off to get ready.

They spent the morning climbing Mount Hillaby, despite her constant whining and Leo having to corral her up. When they reached the top she was breathless and overwhelmed by the view. Which every direction they looked she had fantastic views of the island and the coral sands. It was peaceful and a gentle breeze flowed around them.

CJ threw her arms around Leo’s neck, pulling him up for a passionate kiss. Leo responded in kind, wondering what things would be like when they got back.

Lowering himself to the grassy mound, Leo opened his bag and they dined al fresco. The hotel had provided him with a small picnic and with exactly this spot in mind he had loaded up the car. Teasingly he feed her fruit and stole kisses, laying down beside as she nuzzled against his chest. After lunch he drove them out to Welchman Hall Gully for an afternoon amongst the nature and tropical beauty.

The second perfect day ended with them walking along the beach at midnight.

******

Maybe it was just because they were enjoying themselves, but the kids didn't seem quite so annoying anymore, even though they certainly still were as loud.

CJ's hand was entwined with Leo's as they walked the beach, the moonlight glinting off of the sand and waves.

Leo stopped her and kissed her softly. "If I were to ask you if you loved me... what would you say?"

CJ looked down into his honey hazel eyes and wondered if it was possible to lose herself in them. “Wow, the sixty four thousand dollar question,” she quipped.

“Yeah, the big one,” he muttered, gazing over her shoulder at the rolling waves.

"Do I love you?" she said very quietly, trying to hide her smile. "Sometimes yes, sometimes no -- but yes, I do love you, Leo. Is that enough?"

His smile burst loose. "YES."

Before CJ could respond there was a giant flash of lightening and the heavens opened. Both looked upwards as the first few drops fell from the sky.

“It’s probably showers going over,” CJ offered softly.

The roll of thunder made her jump and Leo pulled her against him. “It looks a bit more than that. Either way we should get back.”

"Yeah," CJ said reluctantly as Leo pulled her back toward the resort. "Slow down, it's not like it's gonna..." The heavens opened and they got drenched in a matter of seconds. "Pour."

They started running for their bungalow, and finally got there. They were both beyond soaked, their clothes and hair plastered to their bodies.

CJ started shivering as soon as they got into the air-conditioned bungalow, and Leo automatically went for some towels.

When he returned he handed her a towel and ordered her to strip.

She rolled her eyes at him with a questioning look and Leo shook his head. “Just get undressed, will ya? I’ll run a shower and we can get warmed up.”

CJ followed him into the bathroom, dropping the pile of wet clothes on the vanity. “Wonder what people do around here when it rains.”

“I saw some board games in the lobby,” he deadpanned, squeezing past her and wandering into his room. “Maybe they have crossword puzzles too.”

As she stepped into the shower CJ couldn’t help but hear Leo curse.

She was out of the stall in a moment, her head poking back into the bedroom. "What?"

"We're under a hurricane advisory," Leo groaned.

"WHAT?!"

He fished around on his nightstand and located his glasses. “We’re under a hurricane advisory. It’s not uncommon in these parts.” He began to read the sheet. “Removed deck furniture . . giant paper crosses on glass . . Advised to stay indoors.”

“Shit.”

"No, CJ, if there was shit flying, I'd know it," Leo deadpanned.

"Let me get dried off and..."

"No, get back in the shower, okay?" Leo said, waving her back into the bathroom. "I'll take care of it."

“What are you going to do?”

“Make sure we’re secure and move the furniture away from the windows. You’d better sleep close to me tonight, wouldn’t want you getting scared. “ He grinned as he began checking doors.

“I’m not frightened of a little old rain.”

Leo turned from the window and shook his head. “You’ve never been in a hurricane have you? It’s going to get rough and for the next few hours, maybe days, this is it. Apparently there’s food in the fridge.”

"Yeah, but..."

"Get back in the shower," Leo ordered gruffly. "I'll be in in a few minutes."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart," Leo said solemnly, picking up a roll of duct tape. "Now get back in there."

CJ closed the bathroom door behind her and turned up the shower. The spray hit her back and arms as the chills dissipated throughout her body. She turned and closed her eyes as the warmth seeped to her chest and stomach. In truth the idea of an impending storm frightened her half to death but she wasn’t going to have Leo see her as weak coward.

After five minutes and still no Leo CJ turned off the water and grabbed a towel, rubbing herself dry and wandering into the living room.

Leo was stood at the patio doors staring out into the night.

"How bad is it?" she asked, seeing the entire world lit up as brightly as daylight a moment later. She jumped when the thunder shook the bungalow and Leo turned to look at her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," she said, shrugging it off. "I'm fine..." There was another bright flash and an even bigger rumble of thunder and she almost jumped into his arms.

“Sure looks like it,” he said softly. “There was a storm like this the night my father died.”

CJ stood in silence, shivering beneath the towel and waiting for him to say more.

“There are worse thing to be afraid of than storms. Anyways, . . .” he said, shaking his head. “I need to get dry and change. Why don’t you find one of my shirts or something to sleep in.”

"I've got clothes," she said quietly.

"Yeah, but I want you to wear one of my shirts... you'd look good," he said with a smirk.

"Is that all you can think about right now?" she asked.

"No. I can also think about how cold I'm getting, standing here, arguing with you about you wearing one of my shirts -- just put it on," he sighed heading for the bathroom.

CJ threw her hands up in a ‘What the fuck,’ gesture before going to his wardrobe and pulling out a light blue cotton shirt. She was still rolling up the sleeves and buttoning the front when he appeared in the doorway a few minutes later.

“You can keep it,” he said softly, crossing to his case and pulling out a pair of briefs.

“I. . .”

“CJ. I want you to have something of mine, so when I’m not there you have a reminder of me. You don’t stay over at the hotel, we don’t go out in public, the least I want is for you to wear my shirt.” He groaned as he pulled the briefs up his legs and dropped the towel.

"Okay," she said quietly, lifting her arms. "But it certainly doesn't cover much..."

Leo laughed. "It won't look so bad if you put some underwear on," he joked.

She got a wounded look. "It doesn't look bad!" she protested, looking down.

“You have this look about you.”

CJ crinkled her nose in confusion.

“I have this mental picture of my girlfriend answering the door. In my shirt, no underwear and me jumping her there and then.”

CJ bit her lip and looked down, blushing prettily. "You really see that?"

"Of course, only when you're expecting me, because I don't want you running around without panties for just anyone," Leo scolded, pulling her into his arms for a hug.

She smiled, but jumped again at the next lightning flash. "I'm sorry, I jus..."

"Shh..." Leo whispered, running his right hand up under the hem of the shirt in question, stroking her thigh.

“It’s not very warm in here,” CJ whispered, nuzzling against his head.

“Are you inviting me to bed?” he asked, distracted, his hand working its way up and over her hip to cup her bottom.

“Um, yeah,” she mumbled, her hands massaging the length of his naked back.

"Want me to get an extra blanket?" he asked brightly.

"No," CJ said with a smirk. "I think we'll generate enough heat of our own."

“’Kay.”

CJ’s hands glided down his back and over the cotton to grip his backside. Squeezing gently she pulled him towards her, gasping as she felt his already swollen erection.

He gave her a rueful smile. "See what you do to me?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, I do..." CJ moaned softly. "But you can't see what you do to me."

"I can see that you're aroused," Leo said with a grin.

"Oh?" she taunted, eyebrow raised.

“And you’re wet,” he whispered, moving his hand around her waist to her stomach and dipping it between her legs. Lowering his head he captured her nipple with his teeth, sucking in the fabric. “And hard.”

She moaned and let her head roll a little as she shook slightly with aroused anticipation. "I've been this way since... we were on the beach..." she whispered.

"So we'll forget about the storm and make love for a few days," Leo said around her nipple and his shirt.

"Sounds good to me..." CJ moaned. "But you have to get me up every morning..."

"I will..."

"So I can take my pill," she finished, gasping as his finger dipped into her.

“No problem.” His finger brushed against her vaginal wall as CJ clenched around it. “Probably should have asked you about that earlier,” he mumbled.

“We’re okay,” she moaned against his ear. “But I’m getting neck ache.”

"So we go to bed," Leo said, removing his finger with her noisy protest of dismay before pulling her across the room to tumble with him onto the bed. "Now, where were we?"

She groaned and growled, moving his hand back into position. "I'm so hot, Leo, I need to come now," she moaned.

“I think that can be arranged, m’lady,” he whispered, brushing across her center with his thumb.

She inhaled sharply and rolled her hips with a moan.

"You are so..." he began, but her lips cut him off.

"No more plaudits of love," she moaned against his lips when she ended the kiss. "They're getting embarrassing..."

"I like seeing you flustered," Leo said with a grin. "You get this little blush all across your chest... and other parts of you."

“Will you just fuck me already?” she groaned, pushing against his thumb and fingers. “We can . . .talk. . .” she mumbled between pants as he pushed two fingers deep inside her, counteracting the actions of his thumb.

CJ climaxed immediately, hard and fast, her eyes closing as her skin flushed.

Leo grinned and used his free hand to unbutton his shirt so he could reach her breasts. "So beautiful," he murmured, leaning over to trail kisses across her nipples, making her moan and clench around his fingers again. She hissed sharply as he brushed her g spot, and cried out loudly when she slammed into another orgasm.

CJ opened her eyes as his thumb stilled and stared up at him. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing was erratic. Gently at first she reached for his hair, enjoying the feel of it beneath her fingers, then with his nibbling on her nipples she gripped harder.

"OW!" he yelped around her nipple.

She tried to loosen her grip, but her fingers didn't want to work right. It was like they were stuck in place while the rest of her body writhed and caught fire.

She forced them to uncurl and moved them to his shoulders.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’d just rather hold on to the hair that’s left,” he grinned, lifting himself up onto one elbow. His fingers inside her began moving again, lazily, as he watched her becoming increasingly frustrated.

The wind outside the windows began to howl and the waves crashed loudly against the shore. The rain continued to pour as the tropical storm continued to brew.

Inside the room Leo teased at her center, stroking it frantically then slowing down.

CJ growled, then hissed, "If you're gonna fuck me, just do it already!" She gasped as he began twisting his fingers inside her, parting them, then bringing them back together, then twisting. "Oh my god," she panted weakly.

“You like that.” It was more of a statement than a question and CJ found herself nodding. “Well I’m going to stop that now,” he whispered, removing his fingers with a wet thud.

CJ pouted and growled incoherently as she watched him calmly sit up and slide out of his briefs.

She swallowed hard when she saw how rock hard he was, wondering how the hell he could stand it -- how could he be so calm and collected when...

"Let me touch," she moaned, wanting to feel him in her hand. She wanted him to feel as tortured as she did.

“I don’t know . . .” he began, groaning as her fingers curled around his shaft. Lowering himself back onto the bed he gave out a low moan as she slid her hand up and down the length of him. As her thumb rubbed the wetness around his tip he thought he was going to die.

"You're harder than you were before," CJ noted with a grin.

"Keep that up and I'm gonna be flaccid again," Leo grunted.

She smirked. "You're so big... not long, but big. Thick... I love it when you fill me," she purred.

Leo groaned. "CJ, this isn't funny..." He made a low noise in the back of his throat. "I'm gonna come in a minute..." he ground out.

CJ uncurled her fingers and with both hands pushed him down onto the bed. Grinning widely she straddled his thighs and lowered herself onto his erection.

Leo opened his mouth to speak and let out a feral growl as she took the length of him in and began to rock her hips gently.

Her hand slid down between them to caress her clit, which pushed her as close to the edge as Leo was. "I love you," she panted, increasing her movements, sliding up and down his shaft, rocking her hips...

He groaned and gripped her hips.

CJ arched her back ever so slightly and he exploded inside her, gripping her hips to keep her in place.

The flow of warmth spilling into her took CJ with him.

CJ fell forward onto Leo's chest, whimpering as she came down from her high. Leo's hand snaked up to rest on her back and he kissed the top of her head.

"What happens if we break up?" CJ asked quietly a minute later. "I mean, we'll lose this."

“I don’t want to think about that right now,” he admitted candidly. “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.”

“But . . .”

He silenced her with his fingertips. “We’re together now, that’s all that matters. You should try and get some sleep, it’s going to be a long night.”

She chuckled and rolled off of him, only to curl up beside him. "I'm suddenly so tired I could sleep through anything," she confessed.

"See, I work wonders," Leo commented dryly.

The hurricane continued to increase in intensity over the course of the night. The waves on the beach were coming up as far as the bungalow and the wind was bending the palm trees in two.

Leo got up several times in the night to check out the window. Each time climbing back into bed and holding CJ all that more tightly.

When morning came it was still raining heavily and there looked to be no end in sight.

CJ opened one eye and sighed. "How bad is it?" she asked.

"We should be okay because we're over the ridge," Leo said. "But it's pretty bad out there."

She nodded and closed her eye again. "I don't suppose the TV works..."

"Nope. Phone's out, too."

"Obviously," she commented dryly, shifting a little. "What time is it?"

"Nine."

She sat up quickly. "I'll be right back."

“What are you doing?” he called after her, locating his briefs. “We won’t be able to go out. I’ll cobble something together for breakfast from the fridge. And then you can come up with ways to entertain me for the rest of the day.”

She came out of the bathroom with a glass of water and her other hand clenched around a pill. "I'm taking my birth control pill," she muttered, putting it in her mouth and swallowing it down with the water. "And I'm not very hungry right now," she said when she was done.

“You need to eat girl.”

CJ raised an eyebrow. “Girl, I’m hardly a girl. And you’re one to talk.”

“I eat,” he grumbled.

“A sandwich mid afternoon and five cups of coffee a day is not eating,” CJ chided, draining the glass and pulling the shirt over her head. “Besides now that we’re consummating this relationship you’re gonna need all your strength.” Her hips waggled dramatically as she headed back into the bedroom.

Leo shook his head as he followed.

"And what about you?" he challenged.

She shrugged. "I'm fine." She looked over her shoulder and winked at him. "I'm on a routine -- no food till 10:30. If I get off of it, I'll get all screwed up."

“So I guess we’d better find something else to do,” Leo swallowed, wondering if his stamina was up to it.”

CJ motioned him towards the bed with her finger.

It was after eleven when Leo collapsed onto the bed, breathing deeply. The foreplay had been gentle and lazy leaving them both more than ready for the actual thing. The sex on the other hand was fast, furious and noisy.

"That was fun," CJ purred, running her fingertips over his chest.

"I need a rest," he mumbled.

"I'm hungry," she replied with a smile.

“Someone once told me vacations were suppose to be relaxing,” Leo sighed.

“This is relaxing,” CJ protested, climbing off the bed. “You lay there and I’ll see what’s in the fridge.”

“Okay,” he mumbled, rolling over and willing his eyes to stay open.

The roll of thunder and CJ’s scream solved that problem.

He jumped out of bed and completely ignoring that he was totally in the buff, joined her in the main room. "You okay?" he asked, glancing at her shaking hands which were holding a jug of milk.

She nodded and set down the milk. "I'm fine," she said, moving to hug him briefly. "I'll just..."

"You just relax," Leo scolded gently, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder.

“I don’t like thunder,” CJ cringed.

“Maybe next time we’ll spend our vacation on the equator -- definitely no storms there,” he whispered, taking the jug of milk from her hand and placing it on the counter. Not letting go of her hand he moved her back to the refrigerator. “Now what do you want to eat?”

She smiled and said, "There's cold cuts..."

"So we'll have cold cuts," he replied, trailing kisses down her neck.

"I thought you needed a rest," she moaned, arching against him.

“Not everything has to be about sex.”

“Doesn’t it?” she flirted, pressing her body against him.

“No,” he griped, releasing her. “Sometimes it’s just about being close to someone.”

“Leo?” she asked, as he padded towards the bedroom.

“Forget it. I’m going for a walk,” he called over his shoulder.

“What the?”

She followed him into the bedroom, and watched as he pulled on jeans and a chambray shirt. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"Out for a walk," he said stubbornly.

"IN THIS?!"

He shrugged. "Why not. It's not like either of us are getting any privacy around here, and we signed up for that."

"You can't go out there!" CJ protested, grabbing his wrist.

"So now you're dictating what I can and can't do? We're not married," he reminded her.

"Yeah, but I love you and I don't want you to go out there," CJ said softly.

“I love you too,” he admitted, shoe in hand.

“So stay in here and talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Why you’re reacting this way,” CJ muttered, tossing the shoe on the floor.

Leo shrugged non committally.

“There has to be something. You damn near bit my head off.”

“Jenny. She once accused me of being a sex addict.”

"And my ex-husband accused me of being a sex addict as well." CJ shrugged. "He turned out to be the cutest gay actor in Hollywood." She leaned over to kiss Leo on the forehead. "So, you think Jenny's a lesbian?"

Leo shook his head. "What the hell..."

"You and I -- we're good together. The sex is great, we get along most of the time... If we want to make love instead of going out and playing with the big kids, it's our business, not theirs. And if you're worried about my sex drive, let me know."

“I’m not . . . CJ . . . I wouldn’t,” he groaned. “I just want to hold you. I’m not like Josh, I don’t judge a relationship on the number of dates or the number of times I’ve had sex. Sometimes when I kiss you, it’s just that a kiss, no ulterior motive.”

She smiled a little. "I know."

"Then why..."

She shrugged. "You've got to give a little and take a little, and I'm taking a little more than I should, I know, but..."

“It takes one hell of a woman to put up with me,” Leo interrupted. “I’m likely to be the one taking, taking you for granted that is.”

CJ kissed his nose. “Maybe we should stop apologizing and just eat.”

"Okay," he said.

"And then I'm going to take those clothes off of you again, and we're going to wrap ourselves up in the comforter and sit on the couch and talk," she whispered. "Maybe make love. But definitely talk." She gently kissed him on the lips and got up, walking back into the other room. "Turkey and swiss?" she called back over her shoulder.

“Sounds fine,” he shouted, tugging the comforter from the bed and dragging it with him. “And some fruit -- when you get to my age you need all the fiber you can get.”

“We have juice, ginger ale, mangoes, strawberries, sandwiches and something that looks like a yam,” CJ announced, patting the couch beside her.

"I think we can save the something that looks like a yam for tomorrow," Leo teased, sitting down beside her and grinning. "Now, do I get my girlfriend sitting beside me, feeding me fruit?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

"Only if you stop calling me your girlfriend," she said softly. "I'm not a girl anymore."

"You definitely aren't," he agreed as she lifted a sandwich to his lips.

“HEY!”

“Girls don’t have curves in all the right places like you do,” he teased, around the sandwich.

“Flatterer.”

“Can I have my fruit now?”

She smirked and slid onto his lap. "If you don't mind sharing..." she purred, taking a bite of the sandwich.

"Oh, believe me, we've already shared enough germs to kill... OW!"

She looked down at him. "Oh, I'm sorry... did that hurt?"

He glared at her. "I want the fruit now."

She shrugged and reached for the container of strawberries.

“So what do you want to talk about?” he asked as she lowered a strawberry into his mouth by the stalk.

“How about older fatherhood?”

Leo coughed and almost choked. “CJ!”

“I was kidding,” she laughed. “We have enough complications in our lives.”

"Yeah, no kidding!"

She grinned down at him. "Maybe after we get out of the White House..."

"And long after you stop flirting with Danny," Leo grumbled as she lowered another strawberry to his lips.

"You're jealous," she accused.

"Damn right I am!"

“You don’t need to be. He’s a diversion. The only person I want is you.” CJ grinned as she removed the stalk from a strawberry and placed it against his lips. Covering his lips with her own she kissed his mouth around the fruit.

She pulled back with a smirk and half of the strawberry a few moments later and chewed thoughtfully as she watched him.

"What?" he asked around the fruit.

"I wonder what you would do if Margaret actually admitted that she likes you," she said sadly. "Probably toss me over for the new model."

Leo sat up and held her firmly by the waist. “I don’t feel that way about Margaret. She has a crush, one day she’ll grow out of it. I’m not going to grow out of how I feel about you,” he said with conviction.

“That’s reassuring.” CJ lowered her forehead to his. “Hey, there’s a toga party tonight, wanna go?”

"In this weather?" he asked, his forehead scrunching up.

"Yeah -- could be fun..." she purred.

"I'd rather have a toga party in here with you. And unwrap all the layers of my beautiful present," he said softly, running his fingertips over her ribs.

"It's already unwrapped already..." she invited with a shy smile.

“Your place or mine?” he asked with a twinkle.

“And what’s wrong with right here?”

“The couch is too short, you’re too tall and it will kill my back,” Leo whispered.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you've never made love sitting up," she said.

His blush bespoke more than his stammering, "Well, I ah..."

"Want me to show you?" she asked, her smile widening.

“CJ,” he breathed as she shifted position.

“Hush, I won’t hurt you and you might even enjoy it,” she whispered, nibbling on his ear.

"What happened to cuddling on the couch?" he asked as her hand slid between their bodies to unbutton his shirt.

"We can do that afterwards," she promised, nuzzling his neck.

“I may not be able to . . .” he trailed off, his face flushing as she brushed his nipple with her thumb.

“It’s not a race.”

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

"You haven't disappointed me yet," she said softly, her eyes shining with honesty. "And I don't think you really ever could, Leo."

He blushed, his ears turning pink more than his cheeks. Her fingers worked slowly and gently on his shirt buttons, brushing his skin ever so gently as she moved to the next button.

“So a cuddle later, the toga tonight,” she whispered. “Sounds like a plan.”

“I don’t plan,” he muttered as her hand brushed his groin.

"Oh?" she said, eyes twinkling. "No plan, just action?"

"Something like that," he moaned, his hips jerking reflexively as her hips moved slightly so their pelvises were crushed together.

CJ kissed him hard on the mouth as her fingers pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

“Quite forceful when you want to be,” he teased, his hand tangling in her hair to bring their mouths back together.

Her fingers doodled patterns onto his chest as she moaned into his kiss. "Damn it," she groaned.

"What?" he asked.

"You make me forget everything," she accused as his hands glided down her naked skin.

“You were going to teach me a new trick,” he whispered, guiding her hand to his groin.

“You’re over dressed.”

“So undress me,” he groaned, pushing against her fingers.

"But that would mean I would have to move..." she said, pouting a little. "And I like it just fine where I am..."

"CJ..." he said, breath ragged. "I think you need to move..."

"Am I hurting you?" she said, eyes widening as she pulled back. "I'm sorry..."

“As it turns out I’m not as old as I feel and there’s life in the old dog yet,” he grinned, taking the opportunity to release his fly.

“So I can feel,” she purred, moving just enough for him to lift his hips and slid his jeans over his hips.

She adjusted her weight and position so they could together slide the jeans down past his knees. "This lends new meaning to caught with my pants down," Leo panted as she stroked his erection very gently with her palms. Her eyes fairly glowed as she smiled.

Leo’s hands moved around and up her back as he moved her back into his lap. “Do you realize how incredible you are?”

“Incredible is how you make me feel,” she purred, arching her back to his touch. “Touch me, please.”

He couldn't refuse her request, and gently began to stroke her skin, making a tactile map of her body, wanting to have her forever burned into his memory. "Beautiful," he whispered, dropping kisses along her collarbone, listening with increasing arousal to her pleasured moans.

As his fingertips mapped her ribs CJ let out a cry, somewhere between frustration and ecstasy and Leo grinned. His fingers continued their descent, pausing to circle her stomach before slipping between her legs.

Involuntarily CJ parted her legs wider, lifting her hips to his touch.

She panted and her fingers gripped his shoulders with a grip of iron as his thumb brushed ever so softly across her clit. Her deep-throated groan of frustration sounded foreign even to her ears as she fought to keep as much control about her as she could.

“If only the press could see you now,” he said against her shoulder as his thumb increased it’s friction and she moaned. “All wet and warmth,” he teased, dipping his forefinger into her opening.

"If the... press could... see me now..." she panted, "I'd.... be... out of a.... JOB!" CJ gasped and ground herself against his hand. "For the... love of GOD... Leo!"

"Hmm?" he said softly.

"I can't... hold..." She stiffened and began to spasm.

Leo’s free hand held her firmly at the base of her spine as she climaxed against his thumb.

She panted and tried to breathe as she came down from her high, and glared at him as he started to move his thumb again. "I hate it... when you... do that..."

"Oh really?" he replied with a grin. "Seems to me you like it..."

"I'm supposed to be... teaching you... a lesson..."

“Later.” He increased the pressure of his thumb and grinned as she raised her body from his lap. Suddenly he slowed down again earning himself an angry grunt from CJ.

"How can you just sit there, happy as you please?" CJ ground out through clenched teeth as she shifted her weight to rest her tailbone squarely on his erection.

"You hadn't just done that," he grunted, moving his thumb faster and harder. She yelped and moved her hips in time to his circling.

CJ’s eyes closed and her mouth opened wide as she gasped. The wave caught her suddenly and there was no way of fighting it. She moaned as she came hard and fast against his thumb. “Leo!”

“Honey,” he cried, pushing her back. “I want to be inside you . . . Now.”

She floated and barely registered what he was saying, but nodding, she felt him slide into her, making another wave crash around her as she whimpered and clutched his shoulders, trying to adjust the degree of thrust and the angle -- she knew she wanted him in just the right spot.

Her legs wrapped high around his back as she leaned back slightly. A low moan escaped her lips as he thrust deep inside her, expanding to fill her completely. It was all she could do to hang on to him and go with the flow.

A huge clap of thunder made her jerk, and Leo let go with a hot rush. Her breath came hard and fast as he continued to pleasure her with his gentle fingers even after he was finished.

“Remind me to thank the President for the vacation idea when we get back,” Leo said against her lips. “And for sending you as chaperone.”

Her chin fell on to his shoulder as she came down from her final orgasm, her skin slick and her breathing ragged. “That was my idea,” she admitted quietly.

“Then thank you,” he whispered, sliding from inside her and adjusting their positions until they were both laying across the couch, the comforter askew.

When Leo awoke it was dark outside once again and the rain was lighter. CJ had her head against his chest, her body curled awkwardly around him.

He kissed her forehead, and her eyes opened blearily. "Hey," she moaned softly, trying to get a little more comfortable.

"Hey yourself," he whispered. "How about that cuddle?"

"I can't move," she said, closing her eyes and laughing.

“In that case we’re pretty much stuck here.” He extended an arm and cricked his neck. “I thought we could chance the rain, grab some dinner, maybe check out the entertainment.”

“With the kids?” she asked, blinking to clear sleep from her eyes.

“I’m already gonna get teased mercilessly about my lack of tan, I’d like to say we at least left the room once,” he grumbled, stroking her hair.

"But we did," CJ protested quietly. "We made love in the hot tub, remember?"

He rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant. We're not on our honeymoon. We should act like adults."

"We are acting like adults," she purred, a little annoyed with him. "And as far as it not being our honeymoon, I can make a few calls and get a priest."

“CJ!” he exclaimed rolling his eyes.

“I’ll take that as a no then,” she smirked. “We’ll get dressed, eat dinner and if you’re really good I’ll model a toga for you.”

His eyes twinkled as she wiggled her hips.

"And what if I'm not really good?" he asked with a shit-eating grin.

"Then I'll just have to walk around naked, I'm afraid..." she said with an exaggerated sigh as she sat up and swung her legs off the couch. She got up and started unsteadily toward the bedroom, and he grabbed her and hauled her up into his arms to carry her the rest of the way.

He dropped her onto the bed and crawled up with her. "I think you're the nicest girl I've ever met," he whispered, kissing her gently on the lips.

"But I'm not a girl anymore," she reminded him with a tolerant smile.

“You’re my girl and I love you,” he stated softly, sitting up. “I’ll be in the shower if you want me,” he added, padding naked towards the bathroom.

“Leo,” she called after him causing him to spin around. “I love you too.”

His grin practically had her weak at the knees, before he turned around and disappeared from view.

A few minutes later she heard the sound of running water and his off key singing.

She bit her lips to fight a smile as she got up and snuck into the bathroom silently.

He didn't know she was there until the she opened the door to the shower stall and he yelped. "CLAUDIA!"

"What?" she said calmly as she shut the door behind her. "You said if I needed you..."

He groaned. "We're just a couple of sex maniacs, aren't we?"

"I didn't come for sex," CJ said, wrapping her arms around him. "I just came for you."

“Okay.”

“Besides I’m starving,” she grinned, lathering her hands with soap and washing his back.

“For food I take it.” He groaned and turned to face her. “I want to dance with you tonight.”

"There's no one else I'd rather dance with," she purred softly, caressing soapy circles on his chest.

"Did you know toga parties are orgies?" he said a moment later.

She grinned at him. "I've gone to a few toga parties in my time, Leo -- the last one I went to was with my boyfriend my graduating year in college. I ended up screwing around with the President of the chapter of whatever frat was throwing the party."

“Jed and I went to one in college,” he said wistfully. “Summer school actually.”

“The President in a toga?”

“Yeah,” Leo laughed. “He and Abbey had just got married and the navy were paying for me. We met and became friends. That was definitely the wildest night of my life.”

CJ scrunched her face up in dismay. “Okay, now I have these images.”

Leo grinned at her. "We didn't screw around if that's what you're thinking..."

"Yeah, but I'm sure you saw how big he is down there..." CJ said, putting on her inquisitive face. "Is he bigger than you?"

"CJ!"

"Thicker?"

"CLAUDIA!"

"Harder?"

"CLAUDIA JEAN!"

"Oh, I know -- he's got to be a total stud for you to..."

"Claudia Jean Cregg..."

"Hmm?"

"Shut up."

CJ smirked and fell silent. A matter of seconds later her eyes went wide. “You and Abbey didn’t…?”

“Good god woman,” he groaned. “No. No way. Eeww.”

“You don’t like Abbey?”

“No. Yes. I mean, she’s like my sister. ” He blushed. “We should get a move on.”

"What happens if one of the children corners me and..."

"I'll kill him."

"What if it's a her?"

"I'll kill HER then."

She smirked and kissed him lightly on the lips. "What if I wanna screw around?"

"I'll kill you."

"Good answer."

“I try to please,” he smirked, stepping out of the shower and turning the faucet to cold.

“Shit!”

“Thought you could do with a cold shower,” he tossed over his shoulder, picking up a towel and walking through the bungalow.

"That was mean!" CJ spluttered when she came out of the bathroom moments later, a towel tightly wrapped around her.

Leo grinned at her. "Not quite so mean as you think."

CJ sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "You find it odd that we haven't had so much as one message since we've gotten here?"

Leo raised an eyebrow and motioned with his head to the rain on the deck. “Not really, considering the hurricane.”

“But before?”

“CJ. It’s me that’s suppose to be single minded.”

“I’m just surprised is all,” she muttered, walking into her own room. “Surely by now Josh would have done something stupid.”

Leo rolled his eyes. "What would you say if I told them not to call us unless Cuba launched a nuclear torpedo at the Capital?"

"I would call you a liar," CJ said, unrolling the edge of her towel so it fell to the floor in a fluid movement as she dug into the dresser for clean underwear.

"Oh really..."

"Yeah, really," she said, pulling out a pair of pink metallic bikini panties and a matching demi-bra. "Too fancy for a toga party?" she asked with a grin.

“Er, no. . .” he stammered. “Why don’t you skip the toga all together.”

CJ raised an eyebrow at him.

“Think it would scare the kids, eh?” he teased, locating his own underwear. “As for work, we’ll be home day after tomorrow, I’m sure if there was an emergency someone would have phoned by now.”

Pulling the black briefs over his hips he grinned, “Relax.”

She pulled on the bikini. "I'm perfectly relaxed," she purred, adjusting her breasts so she could fit them into the bra cups. She didn't realize how turned on Leo was becoming, watching her jiggle into place.

"What?" she asked when she turned and caught him staring.

“Do you wear those . . .” he gestured with his hand. “things, under your work wear?”

“Leo,” CJ groaned. “I usually stick to black and white, but yes, this is what I usually wear.”

Leo whimpered and covered his eyes with his hand. “That’s just screwed any chance I ever had of concentrating in staff again.”

She grinned over at him. "Maybe we'll get Korea to bomb us..."

"Very funny..."

"You know, I'm not so sure I really want to go out," CJ murmured, toying with the bra's straps. "I’d much rather stay here and play happily married couple with you..."

“Ah, happily married has never been one of my strong suits. Ageing cassanova maybe, gay icon, father figure.”

“You’re putting yourself down again,” she chided.

“Sorry. Look we can skip the orgy but I want us to sit in the restaurant and eat dinner. I want them all to see you, with me, looking like you do,” he said quietly. “An hour maximum.”

"How much clothing do you want on me?" she asked with a wicked grin. "I've got a skimpy sundress I'm sure you'd like..."

Leo gulped.

“Are you going to just stand there or get dressed?” she teased, rummaging through the wardrobe and finding the sundress.

“I love you,” he said simply, disappearing from her view.

CJ stood in the middle of her room holding the dress and staring at the empty doorway.

When he came out to the living room to find her, he was dressed in his khaki shorts and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone.

CJ smiled appreciatively as she watched his trousers twitch at the sight of so much of her flesh bared. The sundress covered just enough to make him want to take it all off.

"Ready?" she asked.

“Yeah.” He was silent for a second before he spoke again. “I always want us to make time to have dinner and talk.”

CJ took his arm and squeezed it gently, letting him know she understood.

The rain was still falling as they opened the main door and stepped outside.

Grinning Leo grabbed her hand and started to run. He lead them through the maze of gardens and past the pool until they reached the main hotel and stumbled inside. The lobby was decorated in what could only be described as mock roman style. The columns were made of cardboard and tied to the pillars with string and the vines were strands of green wall. It looked like a preschool party and CJ wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Leo raised an eyebrow.

"This is... disgusting," CJ muttered.

He chuckled. "We're only here for dinner, remember? Then we'll go back to the bungalow and make love against the door because I won't be able to go further than that without having you."

CJ blushed and lowered her gaze.

“Come on.” He lead her gently towards the restaurant ignoring the various people wandering around in sheets, clutching strange colored concoctions. “You know tonight I’m glad I don’t drink,” he whispered.

The maitre de smiled at them as they entered the dining room and showed them to a table in a far corner of the room. Seating them he dropped a napkin across each of their laps and hovered.

“What would you like to drink?” he asked.

CJ grinned. “A strawberry daiquiri and a Donald duck.”

Leo stared at her as the man disappeared. “What the hell is a donald duck?”

“A virgin cocktail,” she smirked.

"Very funny..."

She grinned over the table at him. "You see the guy over there?" she asked, gesturing vaguely.

"Which one?"

"The one in the blue-striped sheet."

"Yeah..."

"He's staring at me. Leo, I do believe he wants to fuck me..."

“Who doesn’t,” he mumbled. “So dinner has a roman theme. Fig rolls and such like. Hey, you might be lucky. The waiter might feed you grapes by hand.”

“Leo!” CJ slipped her sandal off and ran her foot up the inside of his leg until she reached his lap.

“CJ!”

“What?” she asked innocently.

“We’re in a public place. People are staring,” he chided.

“Nah. It’s the two girls out on the deck.”

Leo’s head spun around naturally and his jaw dropped.

"Ohmygod..."

"Oh, close your mouth and eat something," she instructed. "Unless you'd rather dance first..."

"Dance? you want to... dance?"

She grinned at him. "What better way to show how much of a couple we are?"

The waiter appeared and placed the drinks on the table.

Leo took one look at the red and orange mixture in his glass and grabbed CJ’s hand. Leading her onto the small wooden dance floor he placed one hand at her waist and held her awkwardly.

"Relax," she whispered. "Remember when we were on the boat?" She moved his arms a little until he began to relax. "I love you," she said very softly, bending to kiss him lightly on the lips.

Leo deepened the kiss, his hand involuntarily moving to cup her backside. He broke away when he heard the round of applause and cheering coming from the lobby. His face turned scarlet and he glanced anywhere but at CJ.

“Sorry.”

“Leo,” she whispered, tipping his chin so he had to look up at her. “I don’t care.” She kissed him again before pressing her body firmly against him.

Leo grinned as he danced, all too aware of the show they were giving but enjoying the feel of her next to him.

As the song ended he guided her back to the table and entwined his fingers with hers beneath the candle light.

Over dinner they barely spoke.

She fed him a fig leaf roll with a smile, and he fed her some pita bread bruschetta. He smiled at the way the candlelight glinted off of her hair and brought out the depth of her sparkling eyes, wondering when he had fallen so much in love with her.

She watched the way he smiled at her and wished she knew what he saw in her.

The moment was broken by the sound of dance music coming from the bar. The restaurant itself was empty and it soon became apparent why as the party hotted up. The music got louder, the sound of cheering reverberated around the complex and despite the pouring rain people began jumping into the pool.

Leo glanced out into the lobby and shook his head.

Bartenders were pouring jugs of beer down the throats of the young men while the women were dancing on the counter top.

CJ followed his gaze and gripped his hand. “Do you want to go?”

“Only if you promise to dance like that for me,” he teased lightly.

"With or without the toga?" she prompted with a shy smile.

"Without," he replied with a grin.

"My sister-in-law is an exotic dancer," CJ purred. "She's taught me a few things..."

Leo gulped and extracted his wallet from his pocket. Tossing more than enough notes on the table he rose to his feet and pulled her up with him. “I’m warning you, we’re only just going to make it to the door.”

CJ laughed as he practically dragged her through the building, avoiding the couples making out and the games, which all seemed to involve pieces of sting and balloons.

He yanked her through the rain and got the door open before CJ pulled him inside and pressed him against the door. "We won't get further than the door," she whispered, kissing him hungrily.

“And you can forget the preamble,” he groaned against her lips. His hand slipped beneath her dress and stroked the inside of her thigh.

CJ whimpered as his fingers worked their way inside her panties.

"I wanted to sweep everything off the tabletop and make love to you right there," Leo groaned as she unbuttoned his shorts.

"I know," she gasped as he tore her panties. "LEO!"

"I'll buy you more," he promised around her lips.

“Okay.” Her hand slid inside her shorts as they fell, landing in a puddle at their feet.

Leo let out a full throated moan as CJ began to work his erection with her fingers. Pulling her dress up around her waist he spun them until she had her back against the door.

Her eyes glowed with passion as he braced her against the door and lifted her legs around his waist. The tip of his erection rested against her clit and she growled, wanting him inside so badly that she throbbed.

“Leo,” she begged, her hands searching for something to grab and finding only his shoulders. “Now. Please.”

Leo gazed up at her, a look of unbridled desire in his eyes, as he plunged into her.

She moved in time with him, her kisses deep and drugging as they came closer to losing themselves in each other.

She didn't know when she had given him a piece of her heart, but she had. And she wanted him more for it now.

Her back slammed against the door as the movement became more intense. She began to tense, her entire body screaming for release, and she felt it beginning to build, stronger than she'd ever felt before.

“Leo,” she panted between kisses as their movements reached a crescendo. Then “LEO,” as the wave crashed and she felt herself falling.

He held onto her tightly, her muscles clenching around him, taking him on the ride with her.

He grunted and clutched her hips, guiding his thrusts. She gasped and moaned, writhing against him, anything to find another release.

CJ tightened her legs behind his back and gasped as she felt him spilling into her.

She moaned another, weaker, release and whimpered as he unlocked her ankles to put her balance back on the floor. She already missed the intimate contact as he slid out of her and she kissed him just to keep some kind of contact.

“Are you okay?” Leo asked, softly, brushing her hair off her face.

CJ nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. “A little tired.”

“Want to go to bed?” He shuffled towards the bedroom, an arm around her waist. “I just need to clean up.”

"Can I stay with you?" she asked quietly.

His brow crinkled. "Yeah..."

"I just..." She shrugged. "Never mind, it's not important."

“CJ?”

“It’s nothing.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. You need to tell me, not that I mind you in the bathroom but I need to know what’s wrong.”

"Nothing's wrong," CJ said, indignant. "What makes you think the only time I come to you is when things are wrong?"

"CJ..."

"I'm just afraid that if I let go now, I won't see this side of you ever again," she admitted.

“You mean casual, relaxed Leo, or horny, jumping you at every opportunity Leo?” he teased to break the mood.

CJ shot him a look.

“Okay, they’re both sticking around. Once we get back and I find an apartment we can have a proper relationship. This week has brought us together, I don’t want to lose that either. “He pulled a handful of tissues from a box.

"What, you think I'm gonna get all weepy and crap?" CJ scoffed.

"No -- I'm gonna get cleaned up so I can jump you again," he joked.

She giggled. "Shall I wait in the bed like your concubine, ready and able?"

"God, I wish you would..."

“Your wish is my command,” she bowed and waggled her hips.

Leaving Leo in the bathroom, CJ made her way into Leo’s bedroom and shed her clothes. Pulling back the comforter she climbed in.

She curled up under the covers and smiled to herself, happy in the knowledge that she was in love with a truly great guy -- once you got past the unapproachable demeanor.

She closed her eyes only for a moment, but ended up jerking awake when he climbed into bed beside her.

“Leo?”

“Ssh, go back to sleep,” he whispered, sliding down the bed and draping his arm across her waist. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

“Mm,” she mumbled, shifting position until her head rested against his chest.

Leo grinned as he watched her drifting back to sleep. He wasn’t sure about the concubine thing but he could certainly get used to coming home to her.

When she woke up the next morning, CJ smiled. She had in her sleep completely draped herself possessively over Leo. Her leg was thrown across his thighs, her arms over and around him, her head on his chest.

She moved her leg, which was rather stiff, a little higher, smirking when she felt his body react.

Leo kept his eyes tightly closed and lay perfectly still. His body was reacting but he had a feeling if he played his cards right she was going to wake him up properly.

She didn't move again for a very long time. And when she did, it was merely to shift the position of her right arm and head. She settled in to go back to sleep, much more comfortable now than she had been before.

The sun streaming through the blinds made Leo scrunch his eyelids and roll over, effectively putting his back to her. After a few more minutes tossing about he got up. Padding into the living room he grabbed himself a bottle of water and settled himself to watch the beach.

CJ wandered out of the bedroom a few minutes later, looking very annoyed and sleepy. "My body pillow went bye-bye," she mumbled, sitting down on his lap and wrapping her arms around him.

“The damn sun,” he grumbled, shifting her across his knees.

“Ah, the storm’s definitely over?”

He nodded. “Looks that way. You can work on your tan and I get to drool.” Leo lightly kissed her shoulder. “Then when the kids get up we can go back to bed.” He gave her a lopsided grin and bounced his legs.

The sound of knocking on the door intruded on the moment.

“I’ll get it,” CJ said, jumping up. She opened the door and smiled at the bell boy.

“Message for Mr. McGarry,” he mumbled.

CJ took the scrap of paper and the boy disappeared. She read the short scribbled note and called for Leo.

He appeared at her side.

“Looks like the vacation’s over. Either the President and First lady are arguing again or China is invading Taiwan.”

“What does it say?”

CJ grimaced. “Emergency. We’re in the middle of a war game. Josh.”

“That’s it?” Leo gasped.

CJ nodded.

“Hell. I’ll make some phone calls.”

“And I’ll start packing,” CJ offered, padding to the bedroom. “It was nice while it lasted.”

He sighed. "Well... hell." He grabbed his clothes off the floor from where he’d discarded them the night before and headed to reception to dial the White House.

CJ got dressed, then dug her cellphone out of her purse. "Hey, Ginger, it's CJ -- tell Toby I'll be back in the office as soon as I can."

“Thank god,” Ginger sighed, a little too emotionally.

“Ginger?”

“Josh has been trying to get hold of you for two days. He’s pretty freaked.”

“It’s that bad?” CJ asked, tossing clothes into her case.

“Sam rates it a fifteen out of ten,” Ginger stated.

CJ groaned rubbed her temples. “Okay, see you tonight.”

Her case was pretty much packed by the time Leo returned from the reception. His face said it all.

"I'm surprised they didn't send Marine One to pick us up," CJ sighed.

"It should be here in about ten minutes," Leo replied.

"No more fucking around, I guess," she mumbled, looking at her feet.

“I was kidding just then,” he grinned.

“Sorry?”

“We have to fly to Florida then board an Airforce Jet. Josh will fax what you need to the plane so you’ll be ready to brief when we land.” He reached for her hand. “Not exactly the ending I had in mind.”

"Me, either," she said quietly. "But then again, the ending I had in mind was a little strange."

"Oh really?" he asked, squeezing her hand.

"Yeah... it involved a diamond ring, skinnydipping, and a good session of lovemaking on the beach..."

“Instead we get to ride troop class,” Leo commented dryly. “And I don’t think there’s going to be much time for love making in the coming days.”

“Probably not.” CJ closed her case. “But there’ll be other vacations?”

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Other vacations and other days."

“But next time we find an uninhabited island, and I’m not going to even pack my swimsuit.“ She grinned and headed towards his room. At the door she turned her head and laughed at the flush covering his face. That was one vacation she was looking forward to, and obviously so was he.

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