THE TROPIC OF PISCES
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C.J. Cregg knew there was no such thing as paradise. There were just some misguided, optimistic souls who called places that to lure visitors or bolster their own limited lives.
But now, she had to admit there were places that came close, especially in February. C.J. was in one of those spots and it lived up to its tropical promise.
There was a beach front cabana where white sand drifted to waters as blue as Sam Seaborn's eyes. Lounge chairs dotted the beach and also the covered porches. Breezes wafted gently through the trees.
Those delights were evident even inside a darkened bedroom. C.J. could hear the waves settling on shore as they competed with the whoosh of the ceiling fan. Warm air drifted in through slightly, opened shutters on screened windows. It was tempered by the cool air from the ceiling fan, the cool taste of a drink of rum mixed with fruit juices and the cool sheets C.J. lay on.
She'd forsaken the beach and sun for a break. It wouldn't do to get sunburned. C.J.'s alabaster skin was currently more used to the ravages of a D.C. winter. She was being cautious but also being indulgent.
This respite included a massage. C.J. was on her stomach as lotion was poured onto her back. Strong hands moved to work it into her thirsty skin while working out kinks and tension.
There was plenty to purge as C.J. struggled mentally not to think of advance planning reports, briefing memos and news conferences. She had brought some papers to read but now cleared her mind of impudent reporters, improper questions and insolent co-workers.
It became easier as she became more relaxed in the quiet of the shaded room. Those hands were now at her lower back. Her mind stopped whirring with the frantic motion of Washington, D.C. It took on the more calming rhythm of the tropics.
The sounds of waves washed over her as the muscles of her legs were kneaded. The scent of the lotion soothed as did the touch. C.J. hadn't realized how much tension she carried. But it was all being pulled away by the massage.
She tried to fight the lethargy taking over. C.J. was nearly asleep. She sighed, when once again she felt her shoulders being rubbed. Maybe paradise did exist.
"You have the most incredible hands.", she murmured.
"Thanks, I'm licensed to thrill."
At that, C.J. laughed. "You always are the word smith aren't you, Danny?" She flipped on to her back and regarded the red haired man.
He'd pulled off his T-shirt during the massage and just wore his swim trunks. "I thought this was quiet time, C.J.? But I guess my technique does require praise."
"It is terrific. Excuse me, I'm a little dry." She reached for her drink, moved the paper umbrella and pineapple spear aside and took a sip. She offered it to Danny. "Here."
"Thanks. Doesn't this beat Press Room coffee?"
"All of this beats real life. I'm glad you convinced me to get away." C.J. put the glass back on the night stand.
Danny moved to her side and stretched out next to her. He took her in his arms. "Yeah, if we weren't here, we'd be listening to some George Washington's eve speech by the President. Those 110 rules, those George-isms can wear thin."
"Do you want to quote Presidents or do you want to kiss me, Danny?"
"Tough choice." Danny swooped down and caught C.J.'s mouth in a kiss. It wasn't long enough for her liking. "But C.J., I have a job to finish."
He reached for the bottle of lotion and began to work it into her shoulders. Danny kneaded the muscles down her arms, easing tensions out of her fingers. Then he massaged across her torso.
It was the same motion and the same lotion that he'd used on her back. But C.J. wasn't as relaxed as she had been. She watched Danny, he was now rubbing her legs, working down her thighs, pushing all the way down to her toes.
C.J.'s thoughts began to stray to places she hoped Danny's hands would stray to. Intimate places, places where she could feel tension building. She saw him look at her and could see longing stirring in his eyes. She couldn't stand the wondering. Her eyes half closed at the conflicting emotions, she had thrown an arm over her face. Danny wondered if she was asleep.
She was trying to keep her mind clear. Trying to figure out her next move or should it be a request to Danny? C.J. wanted them at the next level of pleasure. She didn't notice him squeeze a small drop of lotion onto his fingertip.
But she experienced incredible pleasure when he touched the liquid to her nipple. She let a small moan slip from her mouth as Danny gently worked it into her breast. His fingers danced in small circles on that delicate skin.
C.J. knew he was thorough and thought she'd be ready for him to repeat the action on her other breast. But the sensation was just as surprising and pleasant. Danny watched as her whole body vibrated under his touch.
He moved his mouth to C.J.'s. He captured it and began to nibble on her lower lip. Her eyes closed at the taste. He ran his tongue over her lips, sampling and savoring. Danny began to push his tongue between those half parted lips. C.J. figured she'd resist for a second, for fun. But her mouth flew open in astonished delight when Danny's fingers flicked at her nipple.
Her throaty groan of pleasure gave him plenty of access to her mouth. Danny found her tongue. As he continued his possessive touching of her breasts, he also took possession of her mouth.
C.J. pulled him closer with her hands in his hair. Then she thrust her tongue into his mouth to begin her own assault. He answered her actions with a low growl.
He pulled his mouth from her and she was caught in the gaze of his storm tossed eyes. "C.J., I've never known a woman like you."
Danny trailed kisses down her throat. He felt her pulse racing in time to his. Their heartbeats were out of control. She saw him move his mouth to her breast and begin to plant kisses on it. He slowly kissed her nipples and watched them harden. He repeated his caresses on C.J.'s other breast. Every touch and motion there seemed to travel through her entire body.
He took the hardened points into his mouth, first one, then the other. She had closed her eyes again to absorb all the waves running through her. C.J. fisted one hand into the sheets as if it were a life line to keep her from tumbling too far over the edge.
Danny used one hand to again work her body. He reached the other hand toward the night stand.
C.J. noticed the change in Danny's actions. His strong, capable fingers were radiating energy and urgency into every nerve of her body. It was glorious, it was familiar and then a stunning new feeling.
It was cold.
It was cold and wet.
C. J. turned wide, shocked eyes on Danny. He was tracing a path on her breasts with a piece of ice from her drink. Her body reacted to the chill in an obvious manner. Her nipples became harder and more sensitized.
"Danny.", she gasped. "What are you doing?"
He ignored her question. Danny bent his head to one breast and fastened his mouth on it. He continued to manipulate the ice on the other one. Now, C.J. was being torn in two directions. There was the heat of Danny's passionate mouth and then the cold contrast from the ice on her body. She groaned and writhed under him.
Her response thrilled Danny and he acted to take her to another stage of amazement. He moved his mouth to C.J.'s other breast. This time, he used his tongue to swirl the ice cube around on it.
It was another new means of arousal and C.J. wanted more. She held his head at her breast and began to buck under his mouth. They were both caught up in the motions and emotions.
The ice was nearly gone. Danny used his tongue to slide the last sliver down between her breasts and toward her center. It melted away at her waist. They both sighed. It had been an arresting interlude but ultimately not satisfying.
He edged to her side. Danny pulled C.J. to him for a drawn out, soul stirring kiss. It warmed her like no tropical sun ever would.
She opened her eyes to find him grinning. C.J. couldn't help but smile back. "I guess you think you're pretty creative, don't you?"
"Well, C.J., I did catch your attention. That's a cold, hard fact."
"Let's see if that's true." She made a quick motion down and moved her hand over him. "As usual, your facts are correct."
He groaned. "I'd be careful. I can still reach the ice to cool you down." Danny snaked his arm in the direction of the glass on the night stand.
She yelped. "No." She intercepted his arm. C.J. made a defensive move. She spooned up against Danny. It was tactically brilliant, preventing Danny from reaching the night stand. Instead, he was "forced" to wrap his arms around C.J. and cradle her.
They were content to stay that way. The breezes from outside carried in the faint notes of a calypso band. C.J. nestled closer and whispered, "Besides Danny, I might be tempted to try the same stunt. And you know my mouth is my greatest asset."
"No argument from me."
"I wouldn't think so." There was a smug note in C.J.'s voice.
It pleasantly rankled Danny and he decided to take the upper hand, literally. He brushed C.J.'s hair from her neck. He began to nuzzle and nibble at her throat. C.J. moved closer to him, willingly giving him more access to that area. He took the hand under her and moved it between her arm and body.
Now he was thrilling her on two fronts, his lips trailing along her neck, his fingers stroking her breast. C.J. whimpered with pleasure and desire. It inflamed Danny too. He was sorry to still have his swim trunks on. He wanted it to be skin against skin.
Danny steered them to another channel of abandon. He moved his free hand down C.J.'s body. Before she realized his intent, those astonishing fingers reached her center. He began to stroke her.
C.J. was being pulled between pleasure and frustration everywhere. She was aware of his one hand at her breast setting a slow tempo, his lips now licking and biting her shoulder at a medium rate, his other hand sending rapid stirrings of sensation around her core. She struggled for air and for more of the arousal. She ground her back into the front of his body as they lay on their sides.
Despite the material Danny still wore, he felt the heat building between their bodies. He didn't stop his actions but said, "You told a lie before C.J."
"What are you talking about?" Her voice was breathless and greedy. She was forcing herself to focus on his words not his caresses.
"You said you were dry. You're anything but." He cupped her and slid his fingers into her velvety, soft wetness. "I think I can make you wetter." His pace quickened. C.J. responded by pumping against his hand and body. She was panting and moaning, there was only one release left.
She felt like she would be torn apart and then with a gasp, C.J. was free. The orgasm ripped through her and filled her with pleasure as she poured into Danny's hand.
She knew it was a temporary satisfaction. "Danny, more please. We're not done. I want you, I want more, I want all of you." Her actions matched her words. She whirled to face him and was desperate. "I need to feel you inside me, to touch you."
Danny braced himself over her. She took her hands and ran them down his body. C.J. stopped at his waist and quickly pulled his trunks down. "Get rid of these."
"No problem." He was happy to oblige and finished stripping them off. "Too hot for them anyway."
C.J. stretched urgent arms out to pull Danny closer. "In here or out there, cabana boy?"
"Both. The tropics have nothing on the volcano we are together." He kissed her and told her. "I don't want to wait anymore."
"Me neither." She reached eager hands to him. C.J. played anxious fingers over him. He gave her a clear path. She found him hard and ready for her.
He parted her legs. C.J. closed her eyes. She knew Danny would soon be inside her. He would stroke, thrust and climb until they both tumbled into a state of sublime satisfaction. She was certain that while he did, he would call her name.
C.J. would hear it whispered, murmured and shouted. Danny would use her name as one more way to show he possessed her, all of her.
She sighed and waited to be his.
She heard her name. It was Danny.
But it wasn't being called in intimate, bedroom tones. It was strident.
"C.J., hey C.J." The voice grew louder. "C.J. are you here?"
She opened startled eyes to find herself in her office. No tropical get away, no cool drinks and hot sex. Just a paperwork laden desk, a cold D.C. day and her hot cheeks. C.J. flushed anew as she remembered her fantasy.
Danny came around the corner in his overcoat and scarf. He was carrying a notebook and his gloves. "There you are." Despite their differences and disagreements, he still lit up at the sight of her. "You okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" C.J. knew she looked rattled. She tried to collect herself. "What did you need?"
"You." Her head jerked up at his response. Danny continued, "Everyone's assembling to go into the Rose Garden to hear the President's George Washington's Birthday eve remarks."
"Of course." C.J. stood up. She was desperate to collect herself, desperate to clear her mind of the image of Danny's hands all over her, desperate to forget imagining her body's willing responses. "I'll be ready in a minute."
She grabbed her coat and started to put it on. Danny dropped his notebook and gloves to help her on with it. It was the instinct of a gentleman. But there was a touch of tenderness as his hands lingered on C.J.'s shoulders.
There was a note of tenderness in his voice when he asked, "Do you want my gloves? You might need them, it's cold out there. You never seem to have gloves."
"No, thank you. I have a pair." She turned to face Danny, determined to act like nothing was out of the ordinary. But her heart was pounding from his nearness and the interrupted fantasy. His lips looked soft and inviting to her. She choked out, "We should go."
"Sure. Are you positive you don't need my gloves?" He dangled them in front of her blocking the view of his mouth.
Her sharp retort of "I said, 'no thanks'.", died on her lips.
Instead, she smiled, enjoying for just a moment being this close to him. She got a whiff of his essence: his cologne, his soap and him. It warmed her. C.J.'s voice gentled and her smile broadened. She brushed a wisp of hair off Danny's forehead and back into place.
His expression turned to one of surprise. "My gloves?"
"No, you keep them. Protect those incredible hands, after all they're licensed to thrill."
"Huh?"
"Come on Danny, let's go."
He followed her perplexed. He was even more confused as he swore he heard a calypso band playing.
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