CJ tried to roll over and found something blocking her. Craning her neck slightly, she could just make out in the dim room the form sleeping beside her. An embarrassed blush crept into her face as the redheaded Press Secretary to the President recalled the events of the previous evening.

A soft sigh emanated from the warm body spooned up behind CJ and it shifted, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep.

"Still thinking about work?" CJ asked. Her voice echoed in the stillness of the room, though it was just a whisper.

Jenna grinned in the darkness, the amusement evident as she replied, "Always."

"Let it go," CJ advised promptly, shifting slightly so she could just make out Jenna's features in the dim light.

"Oh, that's great advice, coming from Workaholic of the Year," Jenna teased. Her hand snuck up past CJ's hip, stroking her side to balance out her words.

CJ chuckled softly. "Hey, I leave my work at the office."

"Since when?" Jenna laughed outright. "You think about how to put a spin on things every minute of every day. It's part of the reason I find you so attractive."

CJ turned her head away, gazing at the numbers on the beside clock, trying not to be morose. "Yeah, you're just saying that 'cause I got you in to meet the President."

"I am not," Jenna replied softly. "I'm constantly talking about you, you know." Before CJ could protest, Jenna added, "In the general sense, never by name, don't worry. But it's always, 'My girlfriend is so cute' and 'my girlfriend is so smart' and 'my girlfriend said the funniest thing the other day'. Everyone at work is sick of hearing about you," she teased.

Laughing softly, CJ didn't reply, but reached back, her hand now resting on Jenna's hip.

Jenna raised her hand, stroking lightly over CJ's shoulder. In the darkness, from behind, she rested her finger on CJ's temple. As her finger followed her narration, Jenna murmured, "And I can't stop thinking about you. How your forehead crinkles when you're frustrated, usually about work." Her hand dipped down to stroke the skin beside CJ's eyes. "How beautiful your eyes are when you're happy and how icy they can be when you're angry." She stroked CJ's cheek, her finger tracing a line over CJ's lips. "How clever you are, when you're throwing one-liners at me," Jenna laughed softly, "and how amazingly articulate you are when you're explaining something to the reporters." Her hand continued down CJ's jawline. "The strong set of your jaw...your sumptuous collarbone and delectable neck..."

"Stop it," CJ murmured, her face flushed red with embarrassment now. "You're just saying that because you're in love with me."

"No." Jenna corrected herself with a giggle, "I mean, I am, but even if I weren't... CJ, you're the most fascinating person I've ever met, beautiful inside and out."

CJ didn't hear anything after 'I mean, I am.' "You are?" she murmured, eyes wide, peering blindly into the darkness.

"I am what?"

"In love with me." CJ's voice was incredulous.

Jenna laughed, pulling CJ tighter against her. "Well, yeah. Duh." She started to say something sweet, but was cut off by a loud rumble from her stomach. "Dammit," she cursed good-naturedly. "That was romantic."

"Well, maybe if you'd eaten last night," CJ chastised.

"I did."

"I didn't mean *me*."

Jenna buried her face in the pillow, snorting and giggling as she stifled her laughter. When she finally came up for air, she managed to retort, "I don't care how much you protest, CJ, you make a fabulous lesbian."

THE END