TITLE: In Front of You
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
SUMMARY: She approached Simon feeling shy, amazed to no end that she'd found such a wonderful man who wanted her, too.
SPOILERS: "In the Shadow of Two Gunmen", "Enemies Foreign and Domestic", "Black Vera Wang" and "Posse Comitatus" except Simon does not go to NYC, instead, making this new series an AU.
DISCLAIMER: Simon and CJ are not mine, though I really love them…
***
"How was the play?" His voice rang out in the dark apartment as soon as she opened the door. CJ was taken aback, startled by Simon's presence in her living room, instantaneously overjoyed to find him there.
"Simon!" she shrieked, hurling her body through the door and towards the sofa, where Simon stood. "They got the guy!"
He wrapped his arms around CJ's body, noting with satisfaction the black Vera Wang he had so laboriously admired two weeks before. "I know," Simon smiled, feeling smug though he had nothing to do with catching CJ's stalker. "I told you it would be over soon."
CJ sighed, sinking her head down on Simon's shoulder. "Ron was a little annoyed that you left the detail," she stated, squeezing his middle quickly before pulling back a bit.
"Couldn't care less," Simon murmured, rubbing CJ's bare arms. "It's chilly out, CJ. Why don't you wear a coat?"
CJ laughed, fully separating herself from Simon. "Oh come on! The first chance I had to drive my car, you really think I had a coat on my mind?"
Grinning widely, Simon shook his head in admiration. "You drove your convertible wearing THAT?"
Batting her eyes in a tease, CJ spun around. "Don't like it?"
"Love it," Simon admitted, holding his hand out to her. "Come here," he said, his voice dropping softly. She approached Simon feeling shy, amazed to no end that she'd found such a wonderful man who wanted her, too.
Kissing her gently, Simon completely forgot what he had been meaning to tell her. For a longer time than CJ could keep track of, she let Simon's soft kisses wash over her. The way he looked at her after they parted for air left CJ choked up and breathless all at once; irrepressible feelings of happiness and good luck coursed through her body and for the first time in her life, she instinctively knew that this man was the right man.
"Don't cry," Simon whispered, using his knuckle to wipe away the beginnings of a tear. He could feel her emotion, though, and while he wanted to believe he wasn't so affected by her, Simon had the distinct feeling that this was right. "Don't cry, CJ."
***
"Are you ever afraid you'll get shot? You know, and die?" CJ asked, running her hand over Simon's smooth chest. With her head on his should and her naked body curled up with his, CJ couldn't remember another time when she'd felt so warm and so safe. Content beyond belief and not at all surprised at the deep pleasure their lovemaking had brought, Simon traced CJ's spine and mused at her question.
"It's what I signed up for. I don't think about it much, because I know that however I go is how I was meant to."
CJ sighed and pulled herself more tightly to Simon. "After Rosslyn I used to think about dying all the time."
Kissing the top of her head, Simon decided to confess. "You know, you made me cry once."
An interested, wry smile crossed CJ's lips as she sat up to watch Simon's face. "When? I mean, how?"
Simon raised his chin, holding her gaze. "After Rosslyn…That night, when you briefed the press. You talked about how someone could get shot surrounded by the best-trained guards in the world—and about all of the other gun crimes that had happened that night. And you said," Simon swallowed, remembering her emotional face on television. He had never been able to shake that image of CJ Cregg, broken but still strong. " You said that not one of those crimes could have been prevented had the victims been carrying a gun."
CJ cocked her head and pressed her lips together. She remembered that briefing well. "Why did that make you cry?" she asked softly, letting some of the terror of that night rush back to her.
"I'm not really sure," Simon began, moving some of CJ's hair from her face, "It might have been the fact that I'd just shot down a teenager. Or the sight of Josh Lyman on the stretcher…but I never hated a gun so much in my life after hearing you speak. I carry one with me twenty-four hours a day, and I never had a problem. But you were right in front of me, saying all the right things…"
CJ watched Simon's reminiscing eyes, entangled with his point of view. She knew his need for a gun, but loathed the weapon desperately at the same time. Finally, after a long moment of silence, CJ settled her head back down on Simon's chest. "I'm right in front of you now, too."
"And that I never could have predicted," Simon smiled, stroking her back lazily. "But you still say all the right things." *
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
SUMMARY: She approached Simon feeling shy, amazed to no end that she'd found such a wonderful man who wanted her, too.
SPOILERS: "In the Shadow of Two Gunmen", "Enemies Foreign and Domestic", "Black Vera Wang" and "Posse Comitatus" except Simon does not go to NYC, instead, making this new series an AU.
DISCLAIMER: Simon and CJ are not mine, though I really love them…
***
"How was the play?" His voice rang out in the dark apartment as soon as she opened the door. CJ was taken aback, startled by Simon's presence in her living room, instantaneously overjoyed to find him there.
"Simon!" she shrieked, hurling her body through the door and towards the sofa, where Simon stood. "They got the guy!"
He wrapped his arms around CJ's body, noting with satisfaction the black Vera Wang he had so laboriously admired two weeks before. "I know," Simon smiled, feeling smug though he had nothing to do with catching CJ's stalker. "I told you it would be over soon."
CJ sighed, sinking her head down on Simon's shoulder. "Ron was a little annoyed that you left the detail," she stated, squeezing his middle quickly before pulling back a bit.
"Couldn't care less," Simon murmured, rubbing CJ's bare arms. "It's chilly out, CJ. Why don't you wear a coat?"
CJ laughed, fully separating herself from Simon. "Oh come on! The first chance I had to drive my car, you really think I had a coat on my mind?"
Grinning widely, Simon shook his head in admiration. "You drove your convertible wearing THAT?"
Batting her eyes in a tease, CJ spun around. "Don't like it?"
"Love it," Simon admitted, holding his hand out to her. "Come here," he said, his voice dropping softly. She approached Simon feeling shy, amazed to no end that she'd found such a wonderful man who wanted her, too.
Kissing her gently, Simon completely forgot what he had been meaning to tell her. For a longer time than CJ could keep track of, she let Simon's soft kisses wash over her. The way he looked at her after they parted for air left CJ choked up and breathless all at once; irrepressible feelings of happiness and good luck coursed through her body and for the first time in her life, she instinctively knew that this man was the right man.
"Don't cry," Simon whispered, using his knuckle to wipe away the beginnings of a tear. He could feel her emotion, though, and while he wanted to believe he wasn't so affected by her, Simon had the distinct feeling that this was right. "Don't cry, CJ."
***
"Are you ever afraid you'll get shot? You know, and die?" CJ asked, running her hand over Simon's smooth chest. With her head on his should and her naked body curled up with his, CJ couldn't remember another time when she'd felt so warm and so safe. Content beyond belief and not at all surprised at the deep pleasure their lovemaking had brought, Simon traced CJ's spine and mused at her question.
"It's what I signed up for. I don't think about it much, because I know that however I go is how I was meant to."
CJ sighed and pulled herself more tightly to Simon. "After Rosslyn I used to think about dying all the time."
Kissing the top of her head, Simon decided to confess. "You know, you made me cry once."
An interested, wry smile crossed CJ's lips as she sat up to watch Simon's face. "When? I mean, how?"
Simon raised his chin, holding her gaze. "After Rosslyn…That night, when you briefed the press. You talked about how someone could get shot surrounded by the best-trained guards in the world—and about all of the other gun crimes that had happened that night. And you said," Simon swallowed, remembering her emotional face on television. He had never been able to shake that image of CJ Cregg, broken but still strong. " You said that not one of those crimes could have been prevented had the victims been carrying a gun."
CJ cocked her head and pressed her lips together. She remembered that briefing well. "Why did that make you cry?" she asked softly, letting some of the terror of that night rush back to her.
"I'm not really sure," Simon began, moving some of CJ's hair from her face, "It might have been the fact that I'd just shot down a teenager. Or the sight of Josh Lyman on the stretcher…but I never hated a gun so much in my life after hearing you speak. I carry one with me twenty-four hours a day, and I never had a problem. But you were right in front of me, saying all the right things…"
CJ watched Simon's reminiscing eyes, entangled with his point of view. She knew his need for a gun, but loathed the weapon desperately at the same time. Finally, after a long moment of silence, CJ settled her head back down on Simon's chest. "I'm right in front of you now, too."
"And that I never could have predicted," Simon smiled, stroking her back lazily. "But you still say all the right things." *