1 TITLE: Breaking the Rules 5
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Only behind the privacy of CJ's door had Simon allowed himself to get as close as he wanted.
SPOILERS: Both Simon episodes :)
***
CJ was looking at him again, subconsciously nibbling on her lower lip and driving Simon crazy, all while carrying on a fast-paced phone conversation. Talking about a press event and television schedule, CJ's voice was calm while she managed to multitask; the look she was giving Simon with her eyes was almost his undoing.
He didn't really need to be standing in the door to her office, and so Simon spun around with a quick wink, not willing to let her reduce his knees to weak. He moved into Carol's area, still watching the Press Secretary through the blinds. Off the phone, CJ had moved to open her computer while Simon allowed himself a moment to admire her.
The roses had been a good thing, Simon decided, noting with satisfaction that CJ had been happy all day. She asked him to join her for lunch, so instead of being relegated to a corner of the mess, Simon sat across the table from CJ. They had talked openly, rather flirtatiously on both of their parts. Simon sighed at the thought of from under the table, her smooth, bare knees against his leg; the slightest twinge of guilt rushed through his mind before Simon pushed it away.
"Simon?" CJ's worried voice interrupted the agent's thoughts, and as he appeared at the door, Simon immediately noticed CJ's serious expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked, moving towards her desk, as CJ's eyes remained locked on the laptop. Tearing it away from the screen, CJ brought her nervous gaze up to Simon.
"I got another strongly worded e-mail," she grinned, attempting levity. Simon moved around to where CJ sat, careful not to knock over the flower vase.
"This is a new address," he murmured. "We've been intercepting all of the others…May I sit down here?" Simon asked, sliding his hand over CJ's back, though mostly consumed with the threat.
Unnerved by the e-mail, CJ was more than welcoming of Simon's presence. And when his hand found her back, the gentleness of Simon's touch caused CJ's breath to catch in her throat. As she stood up and Simon sat down, a slight whiff of his cologne met CJ's nose, sending her heart racing.
Moving to the sofa, CJ forced herself to focus on the random file she had grabbed off of her desk. She HAD to be able to concentrate at work if Simon were going to be here for an unspecified amount of time. She had to be able to ignore his very enticing presence in her office if they were to be together outside of it.
Glancing up at CJ as he picked up the phone, Simon threw her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I'm taking care of it."
A comforted CJ swallowed and nodded, knowing that trusted him with both her heart and her life.
***
His first move had been tentative, awkward almost, but after Simon slid his arm around CJ's waist and pulled her into his body, she gratefully let their mouths melt together. Soft and gentle, the kiss slowly deepened until CJ was sure she that she'd fall if not for his strong arms support.
"Oh, God…" CJ sighed, smiling against Simon's sweet yet insistent lips. Chuckling at her reaction, Simon let his hands rest on CJ's hips as he moved his head back. The impossibly large attraction in her eyes was evident, and as she leaned in for another taste of his lips, CJ saw the same.
They had returned to CJ's apartment after the other agents had switched duty; still they found their way up to her floor with many feet between them—the cameras were everywhere. Only behind the privacy of CJ's door had Simon allowed himself to get as close as he wanted. She had been impossible to resist for the past two weeks, and as he found his mouth against her hot, slick lips, Simon was not disappointed.
They found their way to CJ's couch, the same one Simon had sat upon the night before, still teasing each other with kisses. Breathless, CJ relished in the way Simon was running his fingers through her hair, stroking her back and arms and making her heart pound recklessly.
While plundering her mouth, Simon thought of what he was doing. He had ceased to think of CJ as his protectee the moment her apartment door had shut, and now as she wrapped her arms sensuously around his back, Simon knew he never really would. Just as he had gently pushed CJ's back to the cushions, a loud invasive crackle played over the waves of the Secret Service radio stationed in CJ's apartment.
"Agent Donovan, do you have Ms. Cregg?" came the voice of Jamie, the agent on duty down at the command center.
"In a manner of speaking," he mumbled against CJ's neck, groaning as he was forced to break their contact. "Yes sir, I do," Simon said, putting his best professional voice on as CJ grasped his arm tightly, her breathing slightly ragged.
"I'm checking out something suspicious down here, Agent, so if you could keep Ms. Cregg away from the windows…"
"Copy that," Simon responded with a sigh, calmly taking CJ's hand off of his arm, standing up with resignation to doing his job.
"Simon…" CJ moaned, her tone mixed with desperation and longing for him. She wished whoever was downstairs would go away, just to have Simon back at her side.
"Shh," he urged, glancing over at CJ apologetically, forcing himself to look away from the erotic picture she made, splayed out over the couch with tousled hair and lidded eyes. Moving over to the window for a quick look down, Simon decided instead to go where Jamie was. CJ would be safer with two agents on the ground, he decided, though Simon really only wanted her body against his. Grabbing the radio, he held it out to CJ as he passed by.
"Stay right where you are and call on this if you need anything."
She nodded silently, looking up into Simon's deep eyes. He held her gaze for another second, touching her cheek quickly before heading out of the apartment. *
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Only behind the privacy of CJ's door had Simon allowed himself to get as close as he wanted.
SPOILERS: Both Simon episodes :)
***
CJ was looking at him again, subconsciously nibbling on her lower lip and driving Simon crazy, all while carrying on a fast-paced phone conversation. Talking about a press event and television schedule, CJ's voice was calm while she managed to multitask; the look she was giving Simon with her eyes was almost his undoing.
He didn't really need to be standing in the door to her office, and so Simon spun around with a quick wink, not willing to let her reduce his knees to weak. He moved into Carol's area, still watching the Press Secretary through the blinds. Off the phone, CJ had moved to open her computer while Simon allowed himself a moment to admire her.
The roses had been a good thing, Simon decided, noting with satisfaction that CJ had been happy all day. She asked him to join her for lunch, so instead of being relegated to a corner of the mess, Simon sat across the table from CJ. They had talked openly, rather flirtatiously on both of their parts. Simon sighed at the thought of from under the table, her smooth, bare knees against his leg; the slightest twinge of guilt rushed through his mind before Simon pushed it away.
"Simon?" CJ's worried voice interrupted the agent's thoughts, and as he appeared at the door, Simon immediately noticed CJ's serious expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked, moving towards her desk, as CJ's eyes remained locked on the laptop. Tearing it away from the screen, CJ brought her nervous gaze up to Simon.
"I got another strongly worded e-mail," she grinned, attempting levity. Simon moved around to where CJ sat, careful not to knock over the flower vase.
"This is a new address," he murmured. "We've been intercepting all of the others…May I sit down here?" Simon asked, sliding his hand over CJ's back, though mostly consumed with the threat.
Unnerved by the e-mail, CJ was more than welcoming of Simon's presence. And when his hand found her back, the gentleness of Simon's touch caused CJ's breath to catch in her throat. As she stood up and Simon sat down, a slight whiff of his cologne met CJ's nose, sending her heart racing.
Moving to the sofa, CJ forced herself to focus on the random file she had grabbed off of her desk. She HAD to be able to concentrate at work if Simon were going to be here for an unspecified amount of time. She had to be able to ignore his very enticing presence in her office if they were to be together outside of it.
Glancing up at CJ as he picked up the phone, Simon threw her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I'm taking care of it."
A comforted CJ swallowed and nodded, knowing that trusted him with both her heart and her life.
***
His first move had been tentative, awkward almost, but after Simon slid his arm around CJ's waist and pulled her into his body, she gratefully let their mouths melt together. Soft and gentle, the kiss slowly deepened until CJ was sure she that she'd fall if not for his strong arms support.
"Oh, God…" CJ sighed, smiling against Simon's sweet yet insistent lips. Chuckling at her reaction, Simon let his hands rest on CJ's hips as he moved his head back. The impossibly large attraction in her eyes was evident, and as she leaned in for another taste of his lips, CJ saw the same.
They had returned to CJ's apartment after the other agents had switched duty; still they found their way up to her floor with many feet between them—the cameras were everywhere. Only behind the privacy of CJ's door had Simon allowed himself to get as close as he wanted. She had been impossible to resist for the past two weeks, and as he found his mouth against her hot, slick lips, Simon was not disappointed.
They found their way to CJ's couch, the same one Simon had sat upon the night before, still teasing each other with kisses. Breathless, CJ relished in the way Simon was running his fingers through her hair, stroking her back and arms and making her heart pound recklessly.
While plundering her mouth, Simon thought of what he was doing. He had ceased to think of CJ as his protectee the moment her apartment door had shut, and now as she wrapped her arms sensuously around his back, Simon knew he never really would. Just as he had gently pushed CJ's back to the cushions, a loud invasive crackle played over the waves of the Secret Service radio stationed in CJ's apartment.
"Agent Donovan, do you have Ms. Cregg?" came the voice of Jamie, the agent on duty down at the command center.
"In a manner of speaking," he mumbled against CJ's neck, groaning as he was forced to break their contact. "Yes sir, I do," Simon said, putting his best professional voice on as CJ grasped his arm tightly, her breathing slightly ragged.
"I'm checking out something suspicious down here, Agent, so if you could keep Ms. Cregg away from the windows…"
"Copy that," Simon responded with a sigh, calmly taking CJ's hand off of his arm, standing up with resignation to doing his job.
"Simon…" CJ moaned, her tone mixed with desperation and longing for him. She wished whoever was downstairs would go away, just to have Simon back at her side.
"Shh," he urged, glancing over at CJ apologetically, forcing himself to look away from the erotic picture she made, splayed out over the couch with tousled hair and lidded eyes. Moving over to the window for a quick look down, Simon decided instead to go where Jamie was. CJ would be safer with two agents on the ground, he decided, though Simon really only wanted her body against his. Grabbing the radio, he held it out to CJ as he passed by.
"Stay right where you are and call on this if you need anything."
She nodded silently, looking up into Simon's deep eyes. He held her gaze for another second, touching her cheek quickly before heading out of the apartment. *