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28 June 2008 @ 09:49 am
FIC POST (finally Saturday)  
I wont even get into the weird ass dreams I had about beig I guess an FBI agent and chasing some serial rapist/killer who bore and uncanny resemblance to Vince Vaughn.  Yeah, thats what happens when you have french fries so close to bedtime kids.

It's supposed to be hotter than fish grease these next couple of days so I will be inside trying to stay cool....UGH.

Neverwhere has kept my interest thus far, mostly cuz I dont know what the fuck is going on and I wouls like to.  But not knowing what's happening is only good for me for a little while so I hope I get some more info soon.  I like Richard Mayhew though, a lot.  Here's hoping I make it to the end.

I'm posting a story.  Then I'm off to find breakfast, and some hair.  Yeah, if you dont understand that part, its OK.  Here we go.................

Title: Plaid Skirts, Pom-Poms, or Leather
Author: Montiese
Category: Humor/Romance
Pairing: CJ/Leo
Rating: MATURE
Summary: “If you're a good boy…if you're a bad boy.”
Author’s Note: This is #45 in the CJ McGarry: Second Lady series. The McGarrys
                          during this period won't seem to leave my head and that makes me
                          giddy.

Leo walked into his bedroom on a bitterly cold January night. Even with the double paned bulletproof glass, the Vice-President could still hear the wind whipping outside. He smiled at his wife, sitting Indian style on the bed they shared. CJ was hammering away at her laptop. He bent to kiss the top of her head.
 
“Hey baby. What are you working on?”
 
“Just sending an email to Kate. I'm going away for a little while at the end of February…it would be great if she could come along.”
 
“Where are you going?” Leo asked.
 
“I'm not sure yet. Somewhere warm, I can tell you that. Perhaps Majorca or Monte Carlo, maybe St. Bart’s.”
 
“Hmm.”
 
“Did you eat dinner?” CJ asked, still clicking at the keyboard.
 
“I had pizza.”
 
“Leo, you have got to eat better. Every time I let you alone about it for more than a week you are eating crap.”
 
“I eat just fine, I assure you.”
 
CJ sucked her teeth but her husband thought it better not to refute that. There was no need to pick a fight. Things had been good lately; Leo wanted them to stay that way. He had just gotten over the midterm election battle, both at home and in the House of Representatives. Both were in his favor. If CJ wanted a vacation then she could have one. Actually, she was allowed whatever she wanted for not eviscerating him when Leo announced wanting to run with Santos for a second term.
 
“I just worry about you. That’s what wives do.”
 
“I know, and I appreciate it. I hardly deserve you.”
 
“Did you see your children?”
 
“Yeah. Charlie’s paintings are amazing. She is really good, Claudia Jean.”
 
“I know.” CJ smiled. “I'm taking the kids to the Children’s Art Museum in Baltimore next weekend. They need to run wild and have some fun.”
 
“Good idea. Are you done with that email? I'm going to take a shower and would love some company.”
 
“You're on your own tonight, Mr. Vice-President. I will be here when you're done.”
 
Leo smiled and went into the bathroom.
 
***
 
“Hey Leopold.”
 
“Hey what?”
 
Leo was lying in bed in his favorite flannel pajamas, reading Newsweek. He smiled when his wife straddled him and took the magazine from his hands. Their Yorkie, Winston Churchill, beat a retreat to the couch. He knew when to take the hint most of the time.
 
“I have to give your pajama choice two thumbs up.” The Vice-President said.
 
CJ wore a pink satin matching bra and panty set. She may not have been overly fond of the color but Leo always thought it looked fantastic on her. She knew it and she worked it.
 
“Cute, huh?”
 
“Oh yes.” He pulled her closer, sprinkling kisses across her freckled chest. He pushed one of the bra straps away and sucked on the soft, fragrant skin.
 
“Can I ask you something?”
 
“Anything your heart desires, baby.”
 
“What's your fantasy?”
 
“You already know what my fantasy is…it hasn’t changed.”
 
“You’ve been around for quite some time, Leopold; you're telling me you only have one.”
 
“No.”
 
“So tell me. I will make it easier for you. Which do you think I would be sexier as, a cheerleader, Catholic schoolgirl, or a hooker?”
 
“Oh my God, seriously?”
 
“Mmm hmm.” She kissed his mouth. “Tell me what turns you on, Mr. Vice-President.”
 
“The Catholic schoolgirl, no contest.”
 
“Yeah?”
 
“Yes.” Leo ran his hands across CJ’s back, toying with the hooks on her bra.   “It takes me back to being young and horny at Cardinal O’Bannon High School. When school was out the girls would loosen the buttons of their blouses and hike their skirts above their knees. Holy…”
 
“It excited you.”
 
He smiled at the memory, nodding. Then his smile grew as CJ reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
 
“Oh yeah. I chased so many girls I have no idea where I found the time to study. Are you going to dress up for me, Claudia Jean?”
 
“Maybe. You want to chase me?”
 
“I thought I caught you already.” Leo cupped and stroked her breasts. She arched her back when he kissed her skin. Leo was really in the mood and that suited his wife just fine. CJ unbuttoned his pajama top; he pushed it off his shoulders.
 
“Oh, I'm caught honey. That doesn’t mean I don’t want the spice.”
 
“Are you considering dressing up for me?” he asked.
 
“If you're a good boy…if you're a bad boy.”
 
She squealed as Leo flipped them over in the bed. CJ’s back was suddenly on the mattress. When he was horny, Leo McGarry was like Samson. He had the strength of ten men and CJ wanted to be his Delilah. Smiling, he ran one of his hands down her long, bare leg. CJ lifted her hips as her panties came off.
 
“You are the most beautiful,” Leo kissed her. “Sexy, sassy, brassy…”
 
“I get it Leopold.” She replied laughing.
 
“I don't know, baby. I don’t know if you realize what you do to me.”
 
CJ pulled off his pajama pants. She knew exactly what she did to him.
 
“Put your money where your mouth is, Mr. Vice-President.”
 
“I want to put my mouth where my hand is instead. I think you’ll like that better.”
 
***
 
“Mmm, baby.”
 
“I'm too good to you.” CJ whispered.
 
“Yes, yes you are.”
 
The McGarrys spooned under a large comforter. Leo slid his leg between CJ’s kissing her shoulder.
 
“So, you're going to dress up for me?”
 
“Jack is having a party.”
 
“Alright.”
 
“It’s a fantasy party and I though I would ask you what your fantasy was.”
 
“So there is a possibility that you have a hooker outfit stashed in the closet?” Leo asked.
 
“A possibility, yes.”
 
“As excited as that makes me, do not take pictures at this party. They could end up on someone’s Myspace page.”
 
CJ turned in his arms, kissing him.
 
“What do you know about Myspace?”
 
“Very little. Steph thinks I should get a page…be a bogger.”
 
“Blogger honey.”
 
“Right. I told her that I would think about it. It seems rather silly and right now, I have things that are more pertinent on my mind. I'm thinking about your modeling for me.”
 
“Well go to sleep. You have a long day tomorrow and need a clear mind.”
 
“Do you love me, Claudia Jean?”
 
“Madly. Do you love me?”
 
“Yes. You are better than any fantasy my wicked mind could ever produce. Sweet dreams.”
 
CJ cuddled in her husband’s arms and they both fell asleep content.
 
***
 
 
I'm In....: the lair
I Feel....: calmcalm
I Hear....: "Creep" TLC
 
 
 
one of those regular weird people.: Voting for Bartletsterling_sky on June 28th, 2008 11:45 pm (UTC)
Very nice, my dear! A great after dinner snack at the end of a long & boring day, LOL!
SSA McGeek: Meet the McGarrysmcgarrygirl78 on June 29th, 2008 12:11 am (UTC)
I love when people read my CJ/Leo....they are my favorites and with so many other pairings fighting in my head, I dont get to write them as much as I would like.

So glad you enjoyed : )
Atticus (as if I could be anything else)thecolourclear on June 29th, 2008 12:53 am (UTC)
I wrote a poem once called Why Samson Loved Delilah. I should really try to find that.

Sorry, this fic just triggered that
SSA McGeek: Leo....he's not the CHIEF for nothingmcgarrygirl78 on June 29th, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)
Thats a good thing. You read and remember. Thanks for reading.
Atticus (as if I could be anything else): -too high a costthecolourclear on June 29th, 2008 02:13 am (UTC)
found it.
Why Samson Loved Delilah

Forbidden mystery inside
naked [beauty]

The pull of human touch--
of skin warmer than your own.

Sexual attractiveness shrouded
in overbearing temptation.

Her strength, your weakness;
your strength, her secret.

A throne broken only by
the enemy of sleep,

by the want of human
______
desire

SSA McGeek: Claudia Jean & Daniel....bubblymcgarrygirl78 on June 29th, 2008 02:30 am (UTC)
Re: found it.
Wow....that's awesome.

I cant do poetry to save my life and actually like very few poets but I really like this.
temptthewrath on June 29th, 2008 04:19 am (UTC)
Ha! "be a bogger" That cracked me up!

I also enjoyed the explanation of the catholic school girl fantasy. Exactly what I envisioned.

I love it, thank you for writing it.
SSA McGeek: Meet the McGarrysmcgarrygirl78 on June 29th, 2008 12:57 pm (UTC)
Thank you thank you. Bogger...yeah I thought that was pretty funny too and so clearly Leo would not know the lingo. And I took the fantasy directly from what you told me, it was perfect.