TITLE: Breaking the Rules 6
1 AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: R
SUMMARY: "I'm not the type of guy who sleeps with a woman the first time he gets the chance."
SPOILERS: Both Simon episodes!
***
"CJ!" Simon chastised, laying his eyes upon her with some annoyance. She had traded her dress suit and position on the sofa for a more comfortable white tank top and a spot in her king-sized bed. "Didn't I tell you not to move?"
CJ shrugged and tossed her magazine aside, letting it slide down the comforter as she uncrossed her long, bare legs. "I didn't move. For like, a minute. Then I decided that if you weren't coming back, I might as well get comfortable."
Simon sighed with a snort, amused and worried by her loose interpretation of his order to stay where she was. Loosening his tie, Simon cocked his head to the side. "I was only gone ten minutes. And if you're interested to know, everything is fine down there."
"I'm more interested in something else right now," CJ said coyly, crooking her finger at the handsome agent who was grinning back at her. He slipped out of his jacket, careful with his gun and holster. Setting the unit on CJ's dresser, he turned back to her and bit his lip. She was barely dressed, looking seductive and shy all in one glance. Still, Simon was slightly irked at CJ's carelessness.
"CJ," Simon moved closer to the bed, raising his brow in attempt to be serious. "When I say don't move, I really do mean that you shouldn't move," Simon explained, a smile threatening at the corner of his lips. She was clearly ignoring his procedural talk, focussing instead on fully unknotting Simon's already-loosened tie.
"Whatever you say," CJ murmured, drawing herself up towards Simon. His hands fell to her hips as CJ began to unbutton his dress shirt. "Whatever you want…"
"CJ…" Simon sighed, unable to resist kissing her again. Though he was having some serious doubt about the wisdom of sleeping with her, he allowed CJ to remove his oxford. Leaning against the bed while CJ remained on her knees, Simon dropped his lips to her soft neck while CJ's hands explored his muscular chest.
CJ could hardly comprehend the wonderful situation she now found herself in. Simon had done a full 180 since the night before when he'd walked out of the apartment. And now irrepressible thrills were running through CJ's mind and body as Simon rained kisses on her neck, face and lips. Still in an undershirt and his dress pants, CJ wondered how she could get both items off of him without breaking their contact; she didn't want him to stop touching her.
"Get in bed with me," she whispered in Simon's ear, clutching at his well-muscled arms. Quickly Simon stepped out of his shoes, his grin insanely wide as CJ's hands found his belt buckle.
***
It had been too long, CJ thought, way too long since she'd had a man hold her body, touch her this way. And as Simon's hands roamed over her body ever so gently, CJ shivered and pulled him closer against her chest. Simon's heart was pounding, and he hoped reticently that CJ couldn't feel it; he was on top of her, kissing and nipping his way down her front. He in only boxers and she in a bra and panties, the bells in Simon's head were ringing with lightening alarm.
"CJ," he groaned deeply as her fingers danced below his waist. "CJ, wait a minute."
"Mmm, what?" CJ responded, the sexy sigh in her voice almost enough to make Simon push away his reservations. She was still massaging him in erotic patterns, though Simon had pulled back a bit; the glaze and blaze in her eyes told Simon it would be so easy to do this here, now.
Moving her hand carefully away from his hardness, Simon sat back on his haunches. CJ followed suit, curling her long legs under her body, worry crossing her expression.
"What's wrong?" she asked, unnerved that he might be rejecting her after taking it this far. Simon immediately shook his head, his hands flying to her upper arms.
"Nothing," he promised, leaning CJ back onto the pillows as she watched him with guarding eyes. "It's just that…We shouldn't do this yet."
"Why?" CJ frowned a bit, absently pulling Simon down towards her.
"I'm not the type of guy who sleeps with a woman the first time he gets the chance."
His back against the pillows, Simon curled CJ's slender soft body into his loose embrace, and as CJ rested her head on his shoulder, she couldn't help but smile. His hands were still roaming over her bare skin, more affectionately than sexual; CJ was utterly and completely taken by Simon's admission.
"Are you mad?" Simon asked after a minute, running his hands through CJ's already-tousled hair and looking down at her pretty expression. She giggled as much as CJ Cregg could giggle, kissing his smooth chest quickly before meeting Simon's eyes.
"I'm impressed, actually," CJ responded quietly, almost ashamed that she'd been willing to screw him right then and there. In actuality, they hardly knew each other and here she was practically naked in his arms.
Simon squeezed CJ's waist, knowing that moving slowly was more important than relieving his arousal. And even though she'd seemed ready to have at him, Simon didn't want CJ to regret anything in the morning.
Their relationship was already the type that would need a lot of attention; they weren't even supposed to be together—they had to be careful. Throwing in sex right away probably wasn't the smartest thing for Simon to do; he wanted to let things grow first, even at the price of pissing CJ off.
Still, CJ didn't seemed pissed off as she snuggled up against his body. CJ was warm, her skin was soft and smooth, and for the first time in a long while, Simon felt content to just lie still.
He hadn't been with anyone recently, and when CJ had touched him so sensuously, the sudden urge to stop her had overwhelmed Simon. He wanted to make love to CJ the right way, not with haste mere moments after having checked out a suspicious character down on the street. As it was, Agent Dawson could call him back for assistance at any time; Simon hated to start something he couldn't finish. He was beginning to care for CJ far too deeply to disrespect her that way.
***
Jamie Dawson had been on duty in the command center when Simon and CJ had arrived back at the apartment building; he found it a bit unusual that Simon was walking CJ up for the second day in a row. The security camera also told the Agent that Simon had gone behind the closed door.
Jamie wasn't one to mistrust his boss, and he'd always held Agent Donovan in very high regard. But it was very easy to see what was going on in this situation. Simon had been clearly taken with CJ Cregg the first day when all four members of the detail had sat down to talk. He was very interested in protecting her, Jamie felt, and for more personal motives that a Secret Service agent was generally allowed.
Donovan had responded with expediency to Jamie's call, and so the younger agent decided that unless Simon began to shirk off his responsibility, he would keep a quiet tongue about Simon's obvious penchant for the protectee.
And Jamie had to agree that CJ Cregg was more beautiful in person than on television. 'Fine' was not an appropriate adjective to describe the Press Secretary, though it was the only word that popped into Dawson's head when he was with CJ. Still, Jamie knew he would never allow himself to act on feelings for anyone he was in charge of, or even with anyone who worked in the White House. Simon might be acting rashly, but with no proof of what exactly they were doing upstairs, Jamie had only to use his imagination and place blind trust in his superior. *
1 AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Simon
RATING: R
SUMMARY: "I'm not the type of guy who sleeps with a woman the first time he gets the chance."
SPOILERS: Both Simon episodes!
***
"CJ!" Simon chastised, laying his eyes upon her with some annoyance. She had traded her dress suit and position on the sofa for a more comfortable white tank top and a spot in her king-sized bed. "Didn't I tell you not to move?"
CJ shrugged and tossed her magazine aside, letting it slide down the comforter as she uncrossed her long, bare legs. "I didn't move. For like, a minute. Then I decided that if you weren't coming back, I might as well get comfortable."
Simon sighed with a snort, amused and worried by her loose interpretation of his order to stay where she was. Loosening his tie, Simon cocked his head to the side. "I was only gone ten minutes. And if you're interested to know, everything is fine down there."
"I'm more interested in something else right now," CJ said coyly, crooking her finger at the handsome agent who was grinning back at her. He slipped out of his jacket, careful with his gun and holster. Setting the unit on CJ's dresser, he turned back to her and bit his lip. She was barely dressed, looking seductive and shy all in one glance. Still, Simon was slightly irked at CJ's carelessness.
"CJ," Simon moved closer to the bed, raising his brow in attempt to be serious. "When I say don't move, I really do mean that you shouldn't move," Simon explained, a smile threatening at the corner of his lips. She was clearly ignoring his procedural talk, focussing instead on fully unknotting Simon's already-loosened tie.
"Whatever you say," CJ murmured, drawing herself up towards Simon. His hands fell to her hips as CJ began to unbutton his dress shirt. "Whatever you want…"
"CJ…" Simon sighed, unable to resist kissing her again. Though he was having some serious doubt about the wisdom of sleeping with her, he allowed CJ to remove his oxford. Leaning against the bed while CJ remained on her knees, Simon dropped his lips to her soft neck while CJ's hands explored his muscular chest.
CJ could hardly comprehend the wonderful situation she now found herself in. Simon had done a full 180 since the night before when he'd walked out of the apartment. And now irrepressible thrills were running through CJ's mind and body as Simon rained kisses on her neck, face and lips. Still in an undershirt and his dress pants, CJ wondered how she could get both items off of him without breaking their contact; she didn't want him to stop touching her.
"Get in bed with me," she whispered in Simon's ear, clutching at his well-muscled arms. Quickly Simon stepped out of his shoes, his grin insanely wide as CJ's hands found his belt buckle.
***
It had been too long, CJ thought, way too long since she'd had a man hold her body, touch her this way. And as Simon's hands roamed over her body ever so gently, CJ shivered and pulled him closer against her chest. Simon's heart was pounding, and he hoped reticently that CJ couldn't feel it; he was on top of her, kissing and nipping his way down her front. He in only boxers and she in a bra and panties, the bells in Simon's head were ringing with lightening alarm.
"CJ," he groaned deeply as her fingers danced below his waist. "CJ, wait a minute."
"Mmm, what?" CJ responded, the sexy sigh in her voice almost enough to make Simon push away his reservations. She was still massaging him in erotic patterns, though Simon had pulled back a bit; the glaze and blaze in her eyes told Simon it would be so easy to do this here, now.
Moving her hand carefully away from his hardness, Simon sat back on his haunches. CJ followed suit, curling her long legs under her body, worry crossing her expression.
"What's wrong?" she asked, unnerved that he might be rejecting her after taking it this far. Simon immediately shook his head, his hands flying to her upper arms.
"Nothing," he promised, leaning CJ back onto the pillows as she watched him with guarding eyes. "It's just that…We shouldn't do this yet."
"Why?" CJ frowned a bit, absently pulling Simon down towards her.
"I'm not the type of guy who sleeps with a woman the first time he gets the chance."
His back against the pillows, Simon curled CJ's slender soft body into his loose embrace, and as CJ rested her head on his shoulder, she couldn't help but smile. His hands were still roaming over her bare skin, more affectionately than sexual; CJ was utterly and completely taken by Simon's admission.
"Are you mad?" Simon asked after a minute, running his hands through CJ's already-tousled hair and looking down at her pretty expression. She giggled as much as CJ Cregg could giggle, kissing his smooth chest quickly before meeting Simon's eyes.
"I'm impressed, actually," CJ responded quietly, almost ashamed that she'd been willing to screw him right then and there. In actuality, they hardly knew each other and here she was practically naked in his arms.
Simon squeezed CJ's waist, knowing that moving slowly was more important than relieving his arousal. And even though she'd seemed ready to have at him, Simon didn't want CJ to regret anything in the morning.
Their relationship was already the type that would need a lot of attention; they weren't even supposed to be together—they had to be careful. Throwing in sex right away probably wasn't the smartest thing for Simon to do; he wanted to let things grow first, even at the price of pissing CJ off.
Still, CJ didn't seemed pissed off as she snuggled up against his body. CJ was warm, her skin was soft and smooth, and for the first time in a long while, Simon felt content to just lie still.
He hadn't been with anyone recently, and when CJ had touched him so sensuously, the sudden urge to stop her had overwhelmed Simon. He wanted to make love to CJ the right way, not with haste mere moments after having checked out a suspicious character down on the street. As it was, Agent Dawson could call him back for assistance at any time; Simon hated to start something he couldn't finish. He was beginning to care for CJ far too deeply to disrespect her that way.
***
Jamie Dawson had been on duty in the command center when Simon and CJ had arrived back at the apartment building; he found it a bit unusual that Simon was walking CJ up for the second day in a row. The security camera also told the Agent that Simon had gone behind the closed door.
Jamie wasn't one to mistrust his boss, and he'd always held Agent Donovan in very high regard. But it was very easy to see what was going on in this situation. Simon had been clearly taken with CJ Cregg the first day when all four members of the detail had sat down to talk. He was very interested in protecting her, Jamie felt, and for more personal motives that a Secret Service agent was generally allowed.
Donovan had responded with expediency to Jamie's call, and so the younger agent decided that unless Simon began to shirk off his responsibility, he would keep a quiet tongue about Simon's obvious penchant for the protectee.
And Jamie had to agree that CJ Cregg was more beautiful in person than on television. 'Fine' was not an appropriate adjective to describe the Press Secretary, though it was the only word that popped into Dawson's head when he was with CJ. Still, Jamie knew he would never allow himself to act on feelings for anyone he was in charge of, or even with anyone who worked in the White House. Simon might be acting rashly, but with no proof of what exactly they were doing upstairs, Jamie had only to use his imagination and place blind trust in his superior. *