TITLE: Playing for Keeps (5/5)
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Charlie
RATING: R
SPOILERS: "Game On"
DISCLAIMER: CJ, Charlie and all of the "West Wing" character belong to Aaron Sorkin. Clearly, 'cause I doubt he'd be having them do this.
AUTHOR NOTE: Finally! The story is complete. Let's hope it satisfies. I wasn't planning to have it end up like this on Air Force One, but Sam set it up for me perfectly at the end of Game On: "There's gonna be a lot of drinking on the plane."
~*~
CJ sipped at the drink in her hand, laughter interrupting the smooth motion that swallowing should have been. "I cannot believe the First Lady cut his tie," she gasped, looking across the conference room table at her assembled friends.
Josh pointed at his open collar. "Again, the game tie is mine," he bragged, smiling and nodding matter-of-factly at his colleagues.
"And again, I'd like to point out that his masterful debating skills are independent of said tie," Donna said slyly, cracking open a second bottle of beer.
"Skeptic," Josh muttered, taking a swig of his own drink as happiness continued to swell inside him. It had been a great night.
Minus Sam, they had all gathered in the staff cabin, a wide open area, to celebrate the debate win. It had been incredible, the way the President consistently smacked back Ritchie - even Toby was glowing with pride at the performance. They were going to win the election, hands down.
"I'm so glad there's alcohol and I'm so glad we're going home," Carol sighed with a smile, sinking down in a heap next to CJ. "No more stress!"
"Not tonight, anyway," Toby mumbled from behind his trademark glass of Jack Daniels.
"Way to be optimistic," Andi chided with a grin. She wasn't drinking per her pregnancy, but she was flushed with the same excitement.
"Hey, CJ can we get a performance of 'The Jackal'?" Ed asked, grinning heavily at the Press Secretary. They had only been on the six-hour flight an hour and already everyone had consumed a number of drinks; to Ed's way of thinking, it only seemed appropriate to ask for CJ's trademark victory dance.
"Hey, Congresswoman Wyatt wanted optimism." Larry chuckled at the smoldering glare CJ had shot him in response to Ed's request.
"I'll do it when we win for real!" CJ decided, just as Charlie re-entered the staff cabin.
"You'll do what?" he asked mischievously, grinning at CJ. Having just checked in with the President, who was happily taking private time with Abbey, Charlie was looking forward to hanging out with the staff, CJ in particular. Already too much time had passed since Charlie had vowed to step it up; tonight was the perfect time to make a move in recompense for all the times thus far that he'd put it off. He couldn't continue to want CJ this way without trying to for more, not when he knew that she'd liked their kiss, too.
"Depends what you'd like to see me do, Chaz," CJ smiled sexily, stretching her long, sheer nylon-covered legs out along the leather sofa. "I have quite a repertoire."
"Whoa," Josh whistled low, "CJ's flirty tonight. Watch out, boys."
"That's why I figured she'd want to do 'The Jackal'," Ed complained, watching with interest as Charlie walked over to the leather sofa.
Carol's shoulder was supporting CJ's full back as the Press Secretary reclined, stretched out completely. With uncharacteristic mischief in his expression, Charlie swiftly picked up CJ's long legs, sat himself down, and replaced her legs over his lap.
There was no sound for a long moment until the ice moved under the beer that Josh was fishing out of the bucket. "Charlie, catch." And so, with his hands resting casually on CJ's thinly-covered knee, Charlie allowed the cabin to fill again with celebratory, slightly drunken chatter.
Every so often CJ let her eyes wander up to meet Charlie's and every so often she recognized that familiar glimmer of attraction. She briefly wondered if anyone else saw it, then quickly realized that tonight it didn't matter. Tonight was for fun, tonight could be a little bit reckless, CJ thought with a sly smile crossing her lips. Tonight they could play games.
~*~
With three hours left in the flight, Carol and Donna had dropped into a doze and Josh, Toby, Larry and Ed were having another characteristically inane discussion, this one even sillier than the last. Andi was listening silently; she was sober to the extreme and surely aware that the cabin smelled like beer and booze.
Charlie's hand was still on CJ's leg, though it had continually crept higher and higher. Now it was resting on her thigh, slightly under her skirt and wicked thoughts were lingering longer and longer on CJ's mind. She was having an inner debate with herself, her voice of reason losing hands down to long neglected voice that was urgently demanding sex.
There was something about Charlie - his boyish handsomeness, his youthful wisdom, his innocent charm, or the way he gave advice from the heart - there was something that had continually drawn CJ to Charlie, even in friendship. But, besides any substantive reason that CJ could find for this illicit attraction, there was just plain sexual tension between them.
Tons, she noted with a smirk as his hand inched a bit higher. Charlie's fingers were slipping to her inner thigh and her pulse rose; there was definitely sexual tension here, and it was the kind that CJ hated to see go unresolved.
Of course, there was a negative side to acting on these feelings. CJ was Charlie's superior, CJ was so much older, CJ was a white woman, blah blah, blah blah..The negatives ran together and were greatly overshadowed by the feeling of Charlie's fingers as they began to slowly massage the inside of her thigh.
Charlie winked at CJ as his hand crept silently up her leg. This was fun, he thought as his arousal rose, this is the kind of challenge a man could get used to. All the reason and the common sense he would have used, had they not been a bit tipsy, was washed away by the night's victory. They'd won the debate, and now Charlie was about to do something that happened only in fantasies.
Suddenly, as he looked around the cabin, Charlie knew they had to get out of the room. Everyone was still too alert, and this was going to get out of hand.
"CJ, you wanna get some food?" Charlie asked, his voice not forced or too loud, though audible to the rest of the group.
"Yah," she agreed, swinging her long legs out of Charlie's lap as he discreetly removed his hand.
"Bring back whatever you can find," Josh directed, waving his beer clumsily. Toby grunted and Andi nodded, no one thinking anything out of the ordinary.
~*~
"Where did you want to go to get this food?" CJ asked, her eyes dancing with humor at the way Charlie was hurrying her down the aisle of Air Force One.
"Chicago," he mumbled. "But an empty room with a lock will do."
"Charlie, Charlie, Chaz - what in the world do you have in mind?" She knew exactly what he had in mind, but she wanted to make him say it. He was so straight-laced, so somber. Pushing him beyond his normal boundaries was something she was going to enjoy every minute of, that and the sex, of course. Stealing a glance at his tightening pants, she reassured herself that she wasn't misreading his intentions.
"In here," he said, catching her elbow and quickly jerking her sideways into a small space used to store luggage.
"No door," she observed as he snapped down a curtain, effectively closing them into a space the size of an average walk-in closet.
"So, you'll have to be quiet," Charlie warned with a grin, sealing his mouth to CJ's in a deep kiss, groaning as her hands danced their way down to his belt buckle.
"Charlie," CJ gasped, freeing his hard penis as Charlie continued to kiss her mouth and neck. "You're multi-talented," she noted, her voice catching as his fingers swiftly un-tucked her green blouse.
"You'd better believe it," Charlie murmured, shooing her hands away from his groin as he slid to his knees.
Backing up a bit, CJ leaned her ass against a large pile of luggage, her heart rate growing rapid as Charlie pushed her skirt up, his hands massaging her thighs.
"God." she breathed, slightly stunned as she heard the whispered tearing of her nylons. Grinning at what Charlie was about to do, CJ vaguely wondered if anyone would look for them, if anyone would find them doing this. But as his soft tongue pressed suddenly against her wet center, all coherent thoughts dissipated and CJ threw her head back with pleasure.
~*~
"Where the hell did they go?" Toby grumbled, looking around the room. He was the least affected by the liquor, though not by much.
"I'm hungry," Larry whined, frowning a bit.
"Heh. So was Charlie," Ed chuckled loosely as he stretched out in the seat. "Maybe he got lucky with CJ."
"Ye-ah.right." Josh drew out skeptically, laughter on the rise. "CJ's like.I don't know, she's really hard to get lucky with."
"Shut up, Josh," Toby smirked, glancing around the room. "Andi, you're sober. Go find 'em."
Rolling her eyes, Andrea Wyatt got out of her seat and smoothly exited the staff cabin. Fresh, cool air hit the Congresswoman as she walked down the well-lit hallway of Air Force One.
Andi wasn't drunk and she wasn't blind. There was no way she was going in search of CJ and Charlie, not after the way they'd been eyeing each other up. Smiling to herself, Andi sat down in a random seat, crossed her legs and folded her hands. Tonight was supposed to be a victory and at least some people were off enjoying themselves.
~*~
"Jesus, Charlie." CJ moaned, completely spent from the frantic sex they'd just had. They were on the floor, her skirt bunched at her waist and her bare breasts falling from her blouse.
Charlie rested his chin against her shoulder as his body remained over hers.
"That was." Charlie sighed, searching for a word as she breathed against his cheek. "I don't even have a vocabulary anymore, that's how good that was."
CJ's chuckle was low in Charlie's ear. "You have no idea."
They were silent a moment longer, wrapped up in the drunken afterglow of a hasty decision.
Being with him had felt great. CJ agreed with that, but as more and more seconds ticked by, uneasiness was working its way into her stomach.
"We should get up," Charlie suggested, slipping his hands through CJ's and pulling her to her feet.
Straightening her skirt and re-buttoning her blouse, CJ avoided Charlie's eyes as he put his own clothing in order. "Charlie." she finally sighed, blinking her eyes twice before continuing nervously. "Charlie, I don't think."
He held his hand up to stop her words. Taking hold of CJ's shoulders, Charlie straightened her posture. "I know already. CJ, its okay. You don't have to say it."
Sighing, CJ stared at Charlie's mouth. "This can't ever be anything more." She said it to him in a resigned manner, with a hint of sadness from either the loss of another potential relationship or simply a product of the alcohol. "But Charlie," CJ added as she slipped past him to leave the luggage hold, "you're one of my closest friends."
"And you're one of mine," Charlie said solemnly, turning around to watch her leave.
Sex, Charlie reasoned, was a fleeting thing. They'd flirted around the idea for so long, and now that it was over, he was left with the realization that maybe they'd never even needed the intimacy. If they were playing for keeps, and Charlie was fairly certain that they had been, friendship was a better prize in the end.*
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: CJ/Charlie
RATING: R
SPOILERS: "Game On"
DISCLAIMER: CJ, Charlie and all of the "West Wing" character belong to Aaron Sorkin. Clearly, 'cause I doubt he'd be having them do this.
AUTHOR NOTE: Finally! The story is complete. Let's hope it satisfies. I wasn't planning to have it end up like this on Air Force One, but Sam set it up for me perfectly at the end of Game On: "There's gonna be a lot of drinking on the plane."
~*~
CJ sipped at the drink in her hand, laughter interrupting the smooth motion that swallowing should have been. "I cannot believe the First Lady cut his tie," she gasped, looking across the conference room table at her assembled friends.
Josh pointed at his open collar. "Again, the game tie is mine," he bragged, smiling and nodding matter-of-factly at his colleagues.
"And again, I'd like to point out that his masterful debating skills are independent of said tie," Donna said slyly, cracking open a second bottle of beer.
"Skeptic," Josh muttered, taking a swig of his own drink as happiness continued to swell inside him. It had been a great night.
Minus Sam, they had all gathered in the staff cabin, a wide open area, to celebrate the debate win. It had been incredible, the way the President consistently smacked back Ritchie - even Toby was glowing with pride at the performance. They were going to win the election, hands down.
"I'm so glad there's alcohol and I'm so glad we're going home," Carol sighed with a smile, sinking down in a heap next to CJ. "No more stress!"
"Not tonight, anyway," Toby mumbled from behind his trademark glass of Jack Daniels.
"Way to be optimistic," Andi chided with a grin. She wasn't drinking per her pregnancy, but she was flushed with the same excitement.
"Hey, CJ can we get a performance of 'The Jackal'?" Ed asked, grinning heavily at the Press Secretary. They had only been on the six-hour flight an hour and already everyone had consumed a number of drinks; to Ed's way of thinking, it only seemed appropriate to ask for CJ's trademark victory dance.
"Hey, Congresswoman Wyatt wanted optimism." Larry chuckled at the smoldering glare CJ had shot him in response to Ed's request.
"I'll do it when we win for real!" CJ decided, just as Charlie re-entered the staff cabin.
"You'll do what?" he asked mischievously, grinning at CJ. Having just checked in with the President, who was happily taking private time with Abbey, Charlie was looking forward to hanging out with the staff, CJ in particular. Already too much time had passed since Charlie had vowed to step it up; tonight was the perfect time to make a move in recompense for all the times thus far that he'd put it off. He couldn't continue to want CJ this way without trying to for more, not when he knew that she'd liked their kiss, too.
"Depends what you'd like to see me do, Chaz," CJ smiled sexily, stretching her long, sheer nylon-covered legs out along the leather sofa. "I have quite a repertoire."
"Whoa," Josh whistled low, "CJ's flirty tonight. Watch out, boys."
"That's why I figured she'd want to do 'The Jackal'," Ed complained, watching with interest as Charlie walked over to the leather sofa.
Carol's shoulder was supporting CJ's full back as the Press Secretary reclined, stretched out completely. With uncharacteristic mischief in his expression, Charlie swiftly picked up CJ's long legs, sat himself down, and replaced her legs over his lap.
There was no sound for a long moment until the ice moved under the beer that Josh was fishing out of the bucket. "Charlie, catch." And so, with his hands resting casually on CJ's thinly-covered knee, Charlie allowed the cabin to fill again with celebratory, slightly drunken chatter.
Every so often CJ let her eyes wander up to meet Charlie's and every so often she recognized that familiar glimmer of attraction. She briefly wondered if anyone else saw it, then quickly realized that tonight it didn't matter. Tonight was for fun, tonight could be a little bit reckless, CJ thought with a sly smile crossing her lips. Tonight they could play games.
~*~
With three hours left in the flight, Carol and Donna had dropped into a doze and Josh, Toby, Larry and Ed were having another characteristically inane discussion, this one even sillier than the last. Andi was listening silently; she was sober to the extreme and surely aware that the cabin smelled like beer and booze.
Charlie's hand was still on CJ's leg, though it had continually crept higher and higher. Now it was resting on her thigh, slightly under her skirt and wicked thoughts were lingering longer and longer on CJ's mind. She was having an inner debate with herself, her voice of reason losing hands down to long neglected voice that was urgently demanding sex.
There was something about Charlie - his boyish handsomeness, his youthful wisdom, his innocent charm, or the way he gave advice from the heart - there was something that had continually drawn CJ to Charlie, even in friendship. But, besides any substantive reason that CJ could find for this illicit attraction, there was just plain sexual tension between them.
Tons, she noted with a smirk as his hand inched a bit higher. Charlie's fingers were slipping to her inner thigh and her pulse rose; there was definitely sexual tension here, and it was the kind that CJ hated to see go unresolved.
Of course, there was a negative side to acting on these feelings. CJ was Charlie's superior, CJ was so much older, CJ was a white woman, blah blah, blah blah..The negatives ran together and were greatly overshadowed by the feeling of Charlie's fingers as they began to slowly massage the inside of her thigh.
Charlie winked at CJ as his hand crept silently up her leg. This was fun, he thought as his arousal rose, this is the kind of challenge a man could get used to. All the reason and the common sense he would have used, had they not been a bit tipsy, was washed away by the night's victory. They'd won the debate, and now Charlie was about to do something that happened only in fantasies.
Suddenly, as he looked around the cabin, Charlie knew they had to get out of the room. Everyone was still too alert, and this was going to get out of hand.
"CJ, you wanna get some food?" Charlie asked, his voice not forced or too loud, though audible to the rest of the group.
"Yah," she agreed, swinging her long legs out of Charlie's lap as he discreetly removed his hand.
"Bring back whatever you can find," Josh directed, waving his beer clumsily. Toby grunted and Andi nodded, no one thinking anything out of the ordinary.
~*~
"Where did you want to go to get this food?" CJ asked, her eyes dancing with humor at the way Charlie was hurrying her down the aisle of Air Force One.
"Chicago," he mumbled. "But an empty room with a lock will do."
"Charlie, Charlie, Chaz - what in the world do you have in mind?" She knew exactly what he had in mind, but she wanted to make him say it. He was so straight-laced, so somber. Pushing him beyond his normal boundaries was something she was going to enjoy every minute of, that and the sex, of course. Stealing a glance at his tightening pants, she reassured herself that she wasn't misreading his intentions.
"In here," he said, catching her elbow and quickly jerking her sideways into a small space used to store luggage.
"No door," she observed as he snapped down a curtain, effectively closing them into a space the size of an average walk-in closet.
"So, you'll have to be quiet," Charlie warned with a grin, sealing his mouth to CJ's in a deep kiss, groaning as her hands danced their way down to his belt buckle.
"Charlie," CJ gasped, freeing his hard penis as Charlie continued to kiss her mouth and neck. "You're multi-talented," she noted, her voice catching as his fingers swiftly un-tucked her green blouse.
"You'd better believe it," Charlie murmured, shooing her hands away from his groin as he slid to his knees.
Backing up a bit, CJ leaned her ass against a large pile of luggage, her heart rate growing rapid as Charlie pushed her skirt up, his hands massaging her thighs.
"God." she breathed, slightly stunned as she heard the whispered tearing of her nylons. Grinning at what Charlie was about to do, CJ vaguely wondered if anyone would look for them, if anyone would find them doing this. But as his soft tongue pressed suddenly against her wet center, all coherent thoughts dissipated and CJ threw her head back with pleasure.
~*~
"Where the hell did they go?" Toby grumbled, looking around the room. He was the least affected by the liquor, though not by much.
"I'm hungry," Larry whined, frowning a bit.
"Heh. So was Charlie," Ed chuckled loosely as he stretched out in the seat. "Maybe he got lucky with CJ."
"Ye-ah.right." Josh drew out skeptically, laughter on the rise. "CJ's like.I don't know, she's really hard to get lucky with."
"Shut up, Josh," Toby smirked, glancing around the room. "Andi, you're sober. Go find 'em."
Rolling her eyes, Andrea Wyatt got out of her seat and smoothly exited the staff cabin. Fresh, cool air hit the Congresswoman as she walked down the well-lit hallway of Air Force One.
Andi wasn't drunk and she wasn't blind. There was no way she was going in search of CJ and Charlie, not after the way they'd been eyeing each other up. Smiling to herself, Andi sat down in a random seat, crossed her legs and folded her hands. Tonight was supposed to be a victory and at least some people were off enjoying themselves.
~*~
"Jesus, Charlie." CJ moaned, completely spent from the frantic sex they'd just had. They were on the floor, her skirt bunched at her waist and her bare breasts falling from her blouse.
Charlie rested his chin against her shoulder as his body remained over hers.
"That was." Charlie sighed, searching for a word as she breathed against his cheek. "I don't even have a vocabulary anymore, that's how good that was."
CJ's chuckle was low in Charlie's ear. "You have no idea."
They were silent a moment longer, wrapped up in the drunken afterglow of a hasty decision.
Being with him had felt great. CJ agreed with that, but as more and more seconds ticked by, uneasiness was working its way into her stomach.
"We should get up," Charlie suggested, slipping his hands through CJ's and pulling her to her feet.
Straightening her skirt and re-buttoning her blouse, CJ avoided Charlie's eyes as he put his own clothing in order. "Charlie." she finally sighed, blinking her eyes twice before continuing nervously. "Charlie, I don't think."
He held his hand up to stop her words. Taking hold of CJ's shoulders, Charlie straightened her posture. "I know already. CJ, its okay. You don't have to say it."
Sighing, CJ stared at Charlie's mouth. "This can't ever be anything more." She said it to him in a resigned manner, with a hint of sadness from either the loss of another potential relationship or simply a product of the alcohol. "But Charlie," CJ added as she slipped past him to leave the luggage hold, "you're one of my closest friends."
"And you're one of mine," Charlie said solemnly, turning around to watch her leave.
Sex, Charlie reasoned, was a fleeting thing. They'd flirted around the idea for so long, and now that it was over, he was left with the realization that maybe they'd never even needed the intimacy. If they were playing for keeps, and Charlie was fairly certain that they had been, friendship was a better prize in the end.*