1 TITLE: In Front of You: Chapter 4

AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller

PAIRING: CJ/Simon

RATING: R

SUMMARY: "I don't want this to ever be over"

SPOILERS: "The Black Vera Wang" (This is all my way of ignoring/rejecting "Posse Comitatus"…)

***

Simon had been slightly apprehensive about going with CJ to Hogan's house—he didn't want to butt in on prom night—but the teenager had been excited to see him. Simon was glad, and it was apparent that Hogan understood the new nature of his relationship with her Aunt.

He leaned against his work-issue black Suburban, watching with admiration as Hogan—wrapped in a gorgeous silver gown—fawned over CJ's Mustang. For her niece and two friends, CJ had promised Hogan driving privileges of the classic car and Hogan seemed more excited about the slick convertible than the actual prom. The top was up now to protect the girl's hairdos, but Hogan had excitedly assured CJ that come the end of the night, the convertible really would be.

Simon had met CJ in her brother's Arlington neighborhood, planning to take her out for dinner afterwards. They'd both gone to work though it was Saturday, and now as CJ good-naturedly explained all of the things NOT to do to her beloved car, Simon thought she looked tired.

They'd gotten up early after having stayed up late, but Simon hadn't figured that seeing Hogan off to her prom would be emotionally draining for CJ. She hadn't told him until they were in the driveway, but Hogan's mother had died not six months before. Thus the reason for her brother's move to Washington; he needed CJ as a female influence in Hogan's teenaged years.

Simon took that revelation silently, instantly identifying with both Hogan and her father. But the young girl had seemed happy both at Barney's and tonight. Her father however—CJ's brother—a very tall man with resemblance to his sister, was quiet throughout the picture taking. And CJ's chipper, positive attitude seemed only slightly forced to Simon. Sighing, he remembered that his own prom had too been without a mother.

"All right, Hogan. Here's the key, and so help me God…" CJ grinned, carefully kissing the girl's perfectly made-up face.

"I know, Aunt CJ," she laughed, grabbing at the keyring. "You've brainwashed me on being good to the Mustang."

"Good," CJ grinned, watching as Hogan's two other happy friends carefully got into the blue Mustang. Before Hogan got in, she first kissed her still-silent father, thanked CJ profusely, and walked the short distance to where Simon stood.

Simon grinned down at the girl, who in turn offered a mischievous smile. Looking quickly back at CJ, Hogan leaned closer to Simon, tiptoe in order to reach his ear.

"I knew you two would end up together," she whispered. Simon's eyes crinkled from the width of his smile.

"Did you?"

"Yes," Hogan nodded conspiratorially, her eyes glimmering as she pause. "Be very good to her," she warned with a smile.

Simon nodded solemnly, realizing that Hogan probably looked to CJ as a mother figure now. "Don't you worry. Have a good time tonight."

Hogan flashed the Secret Service agent one last grin before rushing back to the vaunted Mustang. She started the engine with gusto and carefully backed out of the driveway before speeding down the road.

Simon remained by the Suburban as CJ slowly approached her brother. Simon couldn't tell if they were near in age, but as their embrace lasted over moments, he could tell that they were emotionally very close.

***

CJ was excited to be learning more and more about Simon, though some of things he told her were unhappy. They were finishing dinner in the back of a small Italian restaurant, made romantic with candles and low lights. It was a perfect atmosphere for talking; Simon had confided in CJ that he had lost his own mother at exactly Hogan's age, thus identifying entirely with the young girl's affinity for her Aunt.

"You're wonderful to be there for her," Simon said, carefully picking up CJ's hand. "I never had someone to fill that void, and she probably needs it very badly."

"It was hard and still is, but I try." CJ smiled admiringly at Simon, realizing how strong he was, both physically and emotionally. But he had spaghetti sauce near his lips, and she couldn't resist wiping it away with her free hand. Grinning, Simon sucked CJ's finger into his mouth, nibbling at it all too seductively for a public restaurant. In a flash, their slightly depressing conversation faded away as Simon kissed her hand, finding her wrist; her breath sucked in sharply and all he was doing was kissing her palms.

Embarrassed at her surely flushed face, and instantly feeling the urge to get Simon out of his suit, CJ pulled her hand slowly back. "Let's get out of here," she whispered, pleased that the sound of her voice was enough to make Simon loosen his tie.

After having paid the check, Simon slid his arm around CJ's waist to lead her from the restaurant. Not wanting to let go of him, but finally giving in, CJ climbed into the Suburban. As she buckled her seatbelt and waited for Simon, CJ noted with amusement that the back seat was more than big enough for…No, she laughed, they could wait to get home. But as Simon kissed her before starting the engine, CJ couldn't help but wanting him. She couldn't keep her hands away from him for the life of them both.

Simon was more than distracted by the feather-light kisses CJ was raining over his jawbone and neck, and though Simon prided himself on control, he was heavily relieved at sight of a red light.

"God," he growled, sliding his hand behind CJ's neck, "you drive me crazy."

Her only response was a moan, and as Simon's tongue softly danced with hers, CJ thought that the back seat was looking better and better. The light had turned green, but lost in CJ, it had taken a honking horn for Simon to turn his attention back to the road.

***

"Oh, Simon…" CJ murmured, unable to control the waves of warmth that were rushing over her body as Simon's lips worked magic.

Barely inside of her apartment, Simon had pushed CJ against the wall to resume their hungry kissing; now with her jacket and blouse discarded on the floor and Simon's teeth nibbling at her bra-covered breasts, CJ was having trouble getting Simon out of his clothes. He was just too talented, she smiled to herself, amazed at his lips on her breasts and his fingers brushing over her center. She couldn't have focussed on a thing if the world depended on it.

As she stepped out of her shoes, Simon took the moment to shed his coat and tie. Catching CJ's heavily lidded eyes, affection and attraction for her washed over him yet again, and Simon couldn't help but scooping her up into his arms.

"You are," he said between soft kisses, "so incredible."

Sighing and returning the kisses, she waited until they were inside her bedroom before making quick work of his oxford. Pushing it over his shoulders, CJ smiled wickedly as Simon deftly unsnapped her bra.

"What are you thinking about?" CJ flirted, kissing Simon slowly while fiddling with his belt buckle.

"Well…" he murmured, quite distracted by the zipper on her skirt. Finally getting it undone, Simon stepped back triumphantly as it fell down, leaving CJ in front of him in only her thong. His heart skipped; the skimpy black thong was quite possibly the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"Everything coherent that I was thinking just went way the hell out the window," Simon laughed, slipping his hands down CJ's back to cup her ass as he closed the space between them.

"You're so over dressed…" CJ breathed against Simon's soft lips, moaning slightly as his hardness ground against her barely covered sex.

Her hands still played at the closure to his pants, but CJ was far too turned on by the man in front of her to properly undress him; Simon unbuckled the belt himself, stopped from going further by CJ's hand. She pulled his boxers and pants down together in one swift motion and then slid down his body until she found what she wanted.

"Where's your gun, Agent Donovan?" she purred, resting her hands on his thighs, eye to eye with his beautiful, very large penis. It was the third time they'd made love and CJ was still slightly shocked at Simon's size; it had completely and utterly filled her the night before and she was looking quite forward to having it again. But first, she smiled with a gleam in her eye, she wanted to give him something else.

"My gun? I left it on the table …Oh, shit, CJ…" Simon moaned, leaning against the bed for support as CJ's hot, slick lips began to move over his cock. Sinking his fingers instinctively into her hair, Simon caught his breath. "On the table by the door," he finally finished the sentence, grinning from ear to ear at the pleasure of her mouth.

"MmmHmm," CJ hummed against his swelling penis, smiling at the knowledge of how weak she'd made Simon's knees. The vibrations mixed with the soft slickness of CJ's mouth was almost more than Simon could handle; she was relentlessly flicking her tongue under the head, full intent on bring him to orgasm.

Suddenly CJ felt Simon's strong hands on her upper arms; he pulled her up easily and closed the space between their bodies quickly.

"Gotta stop," he smiled as he kissed her lips, "don't want this to be over yet."

With a pleased grin CJ slid her arms over Simon's muscled back and in the quiet instant, she felt his heart beating against hers. The connection was so deep and before Simon could continue, his eyes met CJ's.

"I don't want this to ever be over," she decided aloud, ready to hold onto this love for as long as she could.

Simon's heart skipped another beat, and as he slowly lowered his lips back to CJ's mouth, he offered her the smile she so liked. "I love you, CJ..." *