Title: Personal Space
Characters: CJ Cregg, Danny Concannon
Rating: Harmless
Notes: No real time. From an email prompt: Piercing.
Disclaimer: All credit goes to Sorkin, Wells, & NBC/Warner Bros.
Belly button ring. CJ has a belly button ring. Danny did not know this. Danny feels like an idiot. A turned-on idiot.
Granted, that's usually how he feels whenever he's around CJ, and the feeling has a tendency to increase exponentially the closer she gets to his person, so considering that her stomach is about six inches away from his face, he's doing pretty well for himself, all drooling aside.
He should explain. It's hour eight of a ten-plus hour flight, and CJ'd been in the middle of doing her thing –passing out briefing packets, cracking jokes, yelling –when Glen, who'd been sitting in the seat behind him, had asked one of those 'Why, yes, I am the new guy, and funny you should mention, my IQ is remarkably low –how'd you guess?' type of questions. Something about whether or not he could write the kitchen to request a turkey burger. Or if they were at war with Turkey.
It wasn't great, whatever it was. So CJ laughs it off, which is her way of telling one of them that they sound like a moron and ought to consider a career swap. Only Glen doesn't get it –he gets uppity. He asks again, insists, this time. Danny scooches down in his seat along with the rest of the cabin.
Glen misses the 'brace for impact' signal, so CJ's right up in his face when she leans over the back of Danny's seat to give him what-for. Which, in turn, puts Danny smack even with her stomach.
And by 'stomach' he means 'piercing,' cause once he spots the silver studded barbell, that's all he can look at. All he ever wants to look at, really, and who could blame him? It's a great piercing on a great body. So great, that he kinda wishes he were it. Or that he could get a better look, seeing as the cabin lighting's not so hot and that it's mostly hidden by a white mohair sweater that, while sheer, isn't damn near sheer enough so far as he's concerned.
CJ leans back off his seat's headrest, which Danny takes to mean Glen's through being eviscerated. For now. She straightens up, catching his eye as she goes, only his eye isn't where she expects it to be, cause, well. Did he mention it was a great piercing? She goes kind of pale, so knows he misstepped, knows she knows it, and waits to join Glen in a puddle of liquefied reporter on the cabin floor.
Only. No. He's okay. He's okay, and CJ's biting her lip. And blushing. Then she's headed back up the aisle, like nothing weird'd just happened. Danny grins, then –full on, like a total lunatic -cause he can't help but get this powerful feeling that one day, eventually, he's gonna be able to get that better look he'd been after.
