TITLE: Breaking the Rules
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: He knew how little it would take to break his control.
SPOILERS: Enemies Foreign and Domestic/The Black Vera Wang
DISCLAIMER: Not mine!
***
This was harder than he thought it would be. It was the absolute biggest challenge that Simon Donovan had ever undertaken, and it was blowing him away. He should have been able to handle a small detail of four; he should have been able to protect a single woman without having his personal feelings come into play.
They trained for this, he cursed himself, the trained for exactly this! He was supposed to be able to look at his protectee in a sexy evening gown and not feel a thing. He wasn't supposed to be so terribly affected by the slight scent of her perfume, and he certainly wasn't allowed to wonder what her lips felt like.
It was a problem that Simon knew he'd have to deal with quickly, because there was no way he was getting moved off of this detail, and there was no way he could initiate a romance with CJ Cregg.
But oh, how he wanted to. And now, as he lay sleepless in his apartment, all he could think about was her. He knew CJ was more vulnerable than she let on; he knew she was afraid, and he knew she couldn't always be so damn stubborn, so independent. That was a defense wall, Simon surmised as he rolled over in bed. It was almost 4 in the morning, and with no attempt to muffle his moan, Simon damned the fact that he couldn't get her off his mind.
***
"This is Donovan at 6:47 with Flamingo," he announced into the phone, watching as CJ chucked her coat and briefcase hastily into the office. Hanging up, he took a moment to admire her slender figure before she turned around.
"Hi," she said quietly, studying Simon for a mere moment, one that felt like hours to the federal agent.
"Ah, good morning Ms. Cregg. Any plans for today?" Simon asked, clearing his throat and willing his eyes to stay away from the white camisole peeking out from under her black blouse.
"Ok. Listen to me," CJ sighed, putting her hands on her hips rather defiantly.
"Yes?" Simon responded, admitting to himself defeat; he was a sucker for her glittering eyes and glowing face. She was just plain gorgeous.
"If you call me 'Ms. Cregg' one more time…."
"Are you threatening me?" Simon couldn't help but tease. CJ threw her hands up into the air and fought a grin; she spun around into the office, followed closely by her bodyguard.
"Seriously, Simon…." CJ practically whined, leaning up against her desk and rolling her eyes.
"What would you like me to call you?" The way CJ's hair was falling against her cheek as she cocked her head at Simon was only furthering the desperate state of his pounding heart.
"How about…CJ," she leaned forward, her face only inches from Simon, her voice a low, slightly seductive whisper.
He laughed because there was no other way to respond to the nervous tension CJ had injected into the room. He laughed because she was so close he could have easily touched her; he laughed because he knew how little it would take to break his control.
CJ was staring at Simon, her deep blue eyes piercing as they held his gaze. "Fine," Simon whispered back, "I will try to call you CJ. Just know that I'll be breaking the rules."
CJ sat back, a satisfied smile playing across her face. "That's all I ask," she grinned, knowing full well how flirtatious she must have looked, sitting on the edge of her desk with her eyes playing a game.
"I'll be around, then," Simon swallowed, turning to the leave the office, knowing that she could ask him to break any rule, any at all, and he would do it. *
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: He knew how little it would take to break his control.
SPOILERS: Enemies Foreign and Domestic/The Black Vera Wang
DISCLAIMER: Not mine!
***
This was harder than he thought it would be. It was the absolute biggest challenge that Simon Donovan had ever undertaken, and it was blowing him away. He should have been able to handle a small detail of four; he should have been able to protect a single woman without having his personal feelings come into play.
They trained for this, he cursed himself, the trained for exactly this! He was supposed to be able to look at his protectee in a sexy evening gown and not feel a thing. He wasn't supposed to be so terribly affected by the slight scent of her perfume, and he certainly wasn't allowed to wonder what her lips felt like.
It was a problem that Simon knew he'd have to deal with quickly, because there was no way he was getting moved off of this detail, and there was no way he could initiate a romance with CJ Cregg.
But oh, how he wanted to. And now, as he lay sleepless in his apartment, all he could think about was her. He knew CJ was more vulnerable than she let on; he knew she was afraid, and he knew she couldn't always be so damn stubborn, so independent. That was a defense wall, Simon surmised as he rolled over in bed. It was almost 4 in the morning, and with no attempt to muffle his moan, Simon damned the fact that he couldn't get her off his mind.
***
"This is Donovan at 6:47 with Flamingo," he announced into the phone, watching as CJ chucked her coat and briefcase hastily into the office. Hanging up, he took a moment to admire her slender figure before she turned around.
"Hi," she said quietly, studying Simon for a mere moment, one that felt like hours to the federal agent.
"Ah, good morning Ms. Cregg. Any plans for today?" Simon asked, clearing his throat and willing his eyes to stay away from the white camisole peeking out from under her black blouse.
"Ok. Listen to me," CJ sighed, putting her hands on her hips rather defiantly.
"Yes?" Simon responded, admitting to himself defeat; he was a sucker for her glittering eyes and glowing face. She was just plain gorgeous.
"If you call me 'Ms. Cregg' one more time…."
"Are you threatening me?" Simon couldn't help but tease. CJ threw her hands up into the air and fought a grin; she spun around into the office, followed closely by her bodyguard.
"Seriously, Simon…." CJ practically whined, leaning up against her desk and rolling her eyes.
"What would you like me to call you?" The way CJ's hair was falling against her cheek as she cocked her head at Simon was only furthering the desperate state of his pounding heart.
"How about…CJ," she leaned forward, her face only inches from Simon, her voice a low, slightly seductive whisper.
He laughed because there was no other way to respond to the nervous tension CJ had injected into the room. He laughed because she was so close he could have easily touched her; he laughed because he knew how little it would take to break his control.
CJ was staring at Simon, her deep blue eyes piercing as they held his gaze. "Fine," Simon whispered back, "I will try to call you CJ. Just know that I'll be breaking the rules."
CJ sat back, a satisfied smile playing across her face. "That's all I ask," she grinned, knowing full well how flirtatious she must have looked, sitting on the edge of her desk with her eyes playing a game.
"I'll be around, then," Simon swallowed, turning to the leave the office, knowing that she could ask him to break any rule, any at all, and he would do it. *