Title: Leo's Dilemma Part 2/9 Private Times 5 /?
By: chipmunk Daylight Series
Pairing: Leo/Margaret
Rating: R
Spoilers: None really
Plot Development By: Lynn lhjessome@yahoo.com
Beta and Mentor By: Lee pigletnpooh@comcast.net
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Summary: Leo is attacked. Margaret is a target.
Note: CURSE WARNING: Leo's hurting and not too careful with his words.
It gets a little warm in some sections.
****
Riding in the secure elevator up to the second floor, of the Residence, Margaret gets more nervous, the closer they get. She hesitates as she steps into the hallway. An agent is stationed just outside the elevator. She notices that there are agents at both ends of the hall.
"Good Evening, Sir." The agent greets with out blinking at Leo condition. Leo slips his hand to the small of Margaret's back to escort her to the first couple's residence. He can see her wide-eyed panic starting to grow and figures he needs to get her inside the door and then she'll be better.
As he opens the door, she breathes a soft unsure, "Leo?" She has never been inside the private suite and is not sure she should. She's in real awe now that she's about to step inside. Leo looks at her to reassure her. As she looks as his battered face, she willingly steps in. Leo needs to be safe and she needs to care for him. The panic is gone, but the awe remains.
The agent takes up a station outside the door.
Once the door closes, Leo pulls Margaret into a passionate kiss. They're both just want to find the peace they had before the attack, but their desperation in the kiss reveals they both know that'll never to be again, in this administration.
"Leo," Margaret has tears in her voice when they pull back to look in each other eyes. She's trying to regain some control over the madness around her, but she sees a small trickle of blood from Leo's lip that the kiss caused to happen again. She starts to sob, "Leo, they hurt you!"
He folds her into his weary arms and holds her. After a couple of minutes, he speaks softly into her hair. "Margaret. Baby. You know I just love to hold you, but I think I need to sit down." He reminds her, "I've been running on adrenaline and it's gone now." He jokes to her to lighten the seriousness of his statement, "I'd hate to hit the floor again. My butt hurts enough as it is."
She tearfully chuckles at his chest, "Leo, it's not funny."
"No, landing on my ass was not, but it worked". He slightly boasts, " They had to let go and run for it!" He jokes again, since she sounds better, "You can now boast that, to use my brains, I had to use my ass."
"Leo, lets sit you down. We're supposed to call the first couple back, when we got up here, for instructions with your first-aid care." She scolds him before he starts complaining, "You're the one that won't go to GW."
"Can't it wait, Margaret," he whines as a little weariness sets in.
"No, Margaret is firm. "When I get an order from the President and the First Lady, I don't debate it like you do." She reminds him gently, "They're your friends and you can get away with that."
"They're your friends now, too, Margaret" Leo softly assures her.
"I'm not approaching that, Leo," Margaret remarks a little too loudly and is a little awed to go there, "He's still the President of the United States and I'm standing in their residence. ……God help me!" She softly asks, "Just give me time to deal with that, Leo."
"OK, get me the hand-set for the phone." Leo requests reluctantly but willing to comply. He punches in the number and turns on the speakerphone button and lays the handset down, so he won't have to hold it in his hands. They feel like he beat them on the concrete floor, instead of on the attackers' faces.
****
"Mr. President, it's Leo," he tries to sound cheerful.
"Hey, Leo. Every thing good with Mallory?" The President knows that was not an easy call to make.
"Yes, Sir." Leo pauses and then continues, "Thanks for recruiting Margaret! You're a big help! We just got into the residence and I'm lucky she let me sit down before calling you back." He looks at Margaret scrutinizing him. "She's still debating whether I should be allowed to sit on the furniture with my scruffy clothes."
Abby cuts in on the speakerphone, "You two can trade insults later. Leo, I need to talk with Margaret."
"OK, Abby." Leo dreads her plans for him next. "I'm so looking forward to you two ladies enjoying my misery."
"I'm sure you are, Leo." Abby knows he hates to be fussed over, "Now, be quiet, please."
"Hello, Dr. Bartlet. This is Margaret," she sounds like she's still in the office.
"It's Abby and I don't want to ever hear you call any other name, again. We agreed to be friends and my real friends call me Abby," the First Lady is adamant with her, after the talk they had when Margaret was home with her bad back.
"Yes, Abby. I just won't call you by any name, at the White House, then." Margaret compromises back.
"You think, girlfriend." Abby is delighted that Margaret has a loophole already. "If you pull that little trick," Abby warns. "I'll get my name out of you, every chance I get, till you just want to strangle me. It'll be such fun," truthfully boasts the First Lady.
"Thanks, Abby. I look forward to it," Margaret answers with a touch of friendly sarcasm that women love.
"Good, Margaret." Abby gets down to business, "Now where are you in the residence?"
"We're in the main sitting room," Margaret answers.
"So, have you gotten him to reveal his injuries yet," Abby knows the answers to that as she asks it.
"Just what I told you I could see before, when we were in his office," Margaret sadly states.
Abby starts at the beginning then, "I know that you're going to need some first aid supplies that are in Jed's bathroom."
Margaret has a slight panic in her voice, "Abby, I can't go in there."
The President pipes up, "Margaret, you have my permission to use anything you need for Leo. He's family to me. What's mine is his."
"Thanks you, Sir." Margaret then softly confesses, "I forgot you were on the line too, Sir."
The President asks happily, "Leo, is she blushing?"
"Yes, Sir. You definitely bring out the best in her." Leo can't help but chuckle at his friend's delight, " I think she's getting too used to my teasing."
"Good! Leo, let me know tomorrow, how she does when she has to get out some of my soft clothes, for you to wear," the President forecasts the fun for Leo.
Margaret just sucked in air and looks at Leo and then shakes her head no!
"Sir, from the look on her face, it's going to be priceless." Leo knows Margaret's making a list to kill him with, when this weekend is over.
Abby's losing patience, "Would you two shut-up and leave Margaret alone, she's not used to you two yet and you're going to scare her off."
The President just laughs.
Abby growls a warning, "Jed, you're going to get sacred of me, in a minute, if you don't let me talk to Margaret."
The President appeals to his friend and fellow male, "Leo, she just threatened the President."
"Yes, Sir." Leo agrees and tactfully retreats, "And you're on your own with her. Keep me out of it!" He knows he has his own problems tonight, "I don't think Margaret's 'that' afraid of us."
Abby cuts the guys off again and she knows that Leo's sitting right there. "Margaret, the problem is that there is only a shower in the guest room and he's going to need Jed's whirlpool tub and the first-aid supplies are in there. He always needs them. The pain relievers are in the medicine cabinet. Don't worry; none of Jed's narcotic pain relievers are in there. Just use either the Advil or the Naproxen. They're over the counter and just read the directions. They'll help with pain and inflammation."
"Margaret," Abby uses her best Doctor tone, "I going to give Leo an order from me, as a doctor and don't let him out of it!"
"Yes ma….Abby," Margaret acknowledges, "What's the order to Leo?"
"Leo, you listening," Abby wants his attention.
"Yes, Dr. Bartlett," Leo answers her sarcastically.
"You're to march your butt into Jed's bathroom and strip." She leaves no doubt what her order is, "We need Margaret to see the total extent of your injuries."
"Abby," both Leo and Margaret answer in a shocked tone.
"OK, so that how it is, is it?" Abby compromises, "OK, then strip down to your boxers, which should give us a pretty good idea of the damage." Abby threatens now, "Either that or you're on your way to GW, and they'll strip you to your Birthday suit."
Leo growls in a bad humor, "How do you know I'm in boxers?"
"You two guys have 'always' been in boxers." She adds logically, "Plus, I've doctored you before here at the farm."
The President just can't keep from joking on that remark, "That's a nice thing for my wife to know about my best friend."
Abby shuts him down, "Shut up, Jed."
Abby wants to get things in motion, "You two hang up and get Leo out of his suit and call me back after he's more exposed." She has a cheerful tone with order.
"Yes ma….Abby," Margaret complains to her new friend, "This would be a lot easier if I could call you Doctor."
"Margaret, just get him in the bathroom and strip him down." Leo groans at the payback he's getting for when Margaret's back was out. Abby continues in a voice just for Margaret, "You have my permission. Enjoy!" Abby laughs softly.
"Thank you, Abby." Leo ends the call and the ladies enjoyment, "We're hanging up now!"
****
"Damn, that whirlpool tub better be worth it!" Leo remarks to the phone that he's laying back down on the table.
Margaret hesitantly asks and twists her hands together, "Leo, you OK with this?"
"Of course, Margaret," he smiles and takes her hand to stop her nervous habit, "But, if you have a problem with it, you can always leave the room."
"Not a chance of that, if you need me," she loyally confirms. "I'm just going to be seeing more sides of Leo McGarry," she cracks back to him, to cover her nervousness.
"Yeah, front and back, if I don't watch out. Abby and you are conspiring against me," he teases her again.
Margaret smirks back at his teasing, "At least we don't do it behind your back."
"You may be doing some things behind my back before the nights over," he warns with a grin.
"Get me up," Leo finally admits to needing some help. "I'm stiffening up sitting here."
****
Leo leads the way into the First Couple's bedroom and they get Leo into the President's bathroom. Margaret helps him to remove his jacket, which will probably need to be trashed. Then she removes the cuffs links and starts on the buttons down the front. "Leo, don't look at me with those eyes," she has a slight blush at undressing him and is acutely aware of being alone with him.
He knows she's feeling this is a little personal between them. "What eyes? They're half blackened and swollen, from what I can see behind you in the mirror," he sounds mock offended and on the defense. He looks at her face, "I really do look like hell. No wonder you were shocked at first." He thinks of the ramifications, "Good thing, that just you and Josh saw me. CJ and Donna would be having nightmares." He informs her of a realistic fact, " Did I tell you that Coop had them take pictures of my face, while we waited for you to arrive? They'll need them for prosecuting the attackers." He jokes to ease the sad look on her face, "Maybe, I'll have a copy of them framed."
She can't hold her tongue on that dumb joke, "That's just what you need to represent your stint in the White House."
Leo tries to chuckle, but he forgets to hold his side, with Margaret undressing him and he groans again.
"Leo, I'm really curious to see those ribs you keep moaning about." She states as a warning that his secret is about to be revealed.
Leo's tuning out the reason that they're there for and focusing on what she's doing to him, "You know, Margaret. I didn't envision that the first time you'd undress me would be to check for injuries." He sadly admits, "I hurt too bad to enjoy it. This should be more fun." Then he pouts, "I feel like I'm being cheated here."
"Poor, Leo." Margaret is sympathetic, as she feels the same, "You never get the breaks, do you? You'll just have to dream on."
Leo smiles at her and softly promises her, " I'll just try to remember the highlights from this."
"Leo, you're so bad," she states with quiet happiness.
"Can't blame a guy for dreaming," he says flippantly wanting to remind her that he thinks she's desirable.
Margaret flushes and feels her heart speeding up, "Leo, you're not making this any easier."
He chuckles quietly as she reaches to unfasten his belt. His hands keep him from helping and he's not inclined to anyway. He holds his breath, when she tucks her fingers inside the waistband of his pants, to unfasten the button at the top of the zipper. He unconsciously pulls in his abdomen, which reminds him that his ribs are injured. He watches her and remembers that this is one of 'his' daydreams.
"Leo, quit grinning. It'll make your lip bleed, again," she covers her heightened awareness of him, by scolding him.
"Yes, Margaret," he sounds chastised, but the grin doesn't fade at all. The grin is battered, but still has its crooked appeal.
She half unzips his pants, pulling the bottom of his shirt up from inside the pants and finishes taking his dress shirt off, leaving the pants for later. The shirt's in pretty good shape and will just need to be laundered. "Leo, what's next? The t-shirt off or the pants," she gives him the choice, as she can't seem to make any decisions at this point. He looks sexy as hell with his belt buckle hanging loose, pants unfastened and just the glimpse of dark satin beneath.
He's aware that she's having some trouble breathing, like him at this point, and gives her a small break. He calmly decides, "Lets drop the pants, so I can sit down and you can then easily remove my shoes and then the pants." He carefully backs over to a small stool.
Margaret quickly agrees, to get the actual 'moment' over with, "Ok, drop em, Leo."
"No, Margaret," he holds his sore hands up and smirks at her. "You have to finish unzipping them first."
Margaret's blushing again at his reminder, "You're enjoying this way too much, Leo."
His happy comment is, "Well, life's short, Margaret." He smiles crookedly again at her.
"Yeah? Well, two can play your game, Leo," Margaret decides to throw caution to the wind and enjoy this herself.
She steps up to him, looks him directly in the eyes as she slowly unzips the pants and then she bends down and purposely slides them slowly down, rubbing her hands down the outsides of his legs. She adds to his discomfort now, "I've always liked your satin boxers, Leo. But this is the first time I've seen your black ones and the lights 'are' on this time."
Leo does a slow growl, "You 'would' decide to play around, when I can't participate."
"Paybacks are hell, Leo." Margaret then orders, "Sit."
She removes his shoes and socks, setting them to the side. She can see one knee is scraped like a rug burn from his pant's material.
"OK, Leo." She states, booking no argument, "You 'now' have to give up the t-shirt."
Leo admits to some pain, "I hope, I can, Margaret. I may not be able to raise my arms up over my head. You may have to stretch it, to get it off."
"Your ribs 'are' hurt aren't they?" She can see the truth, by the way he sags his shoulders.
"Yeah!" He admits to her, "You're right, they do." He tries to give a reason why, "I must have hit the hood ornament, when they slammed me on top of that car."
"Oh, Leo," she immediately has tears in her voice.
"I didn't want to give you details and scare you, Margaret," he apologizes and looks down at his damaged hands.
She cups his chin and lifts his face to look at her, "I 'do' want and need to know, Leo. It would be better than my imagination," she truthfully admits.
"OK, maybe I can fill in the gaps when I tell Jed and Abby," he wants there to be no secrets in their relationship, at least when it's not work related.
"Deal, Leo." She gently pulls the T-shirt out of the band of his boxers and then reaches around him to lift the back bottom edge of his t-shirt. To peel it up, then off his right arm, over his head and down the left arm, is her plan. "It's OK, I'll be gentle, Leo," she promises.
"That last line," he grins at her, "just gets to me, Margaret."
"Good to know," she answers with a grin.
"OH, LEO." She sees the left side of his ribs and her tears start again. "You should have said something when I was hugging you."
"The hugging was a good kind of pain, Margaret," he wipes away her tears with a battered hand.
She sweetly and softly cups his face in her hands, "You're still my hero, Leo." She kisses his swollen lips.
"Thank you, Margaret. That's nice to hear once in a while," he lets show, some of his insecurity about what happened tonight.
Margaret straightens and knows she needs to get his injuries treated, "I'm going to call Abby back, now. I need to know what to do for you."
Leo sounds condemned, "OK, get her on the phone. She'll be pleased that I'm sitting here in my boxers." He complains as Margaret gets the phone, "Even my butt hurts."
****
He again dials the farm on the regular phone, in the bathroom, "Hi, Abby, I'll let you talk to Margaret about what to do for me." He adds sarcastically to her, "You'll have to wait till you see Margaret next time, to get the juicy details on stripping me down. Yes, she has me down to my boxers. ……Don't laugh she likes my boxers. ……I'm not giving you any details. You can just suffer with curiosity."
He hands the phone to Margaret with a sigh, "Hi, Abby. Yes, I managed to wrestle his clothes off. ……He wasn't too happy. I don't think it wasn't as much fun as he thought it would be." Margaret smirked at Leo, as Abby laughs over the phone. Too bad the bathroom phone is not a speakerphone.
Margaret gets serious, "Abby, his ribs look awful and there's a good amount of bruising. ……I'll try. Hang on."
She lays the phone down, right behind Leo, on the counter, "Leo, she wants me to lay the palm of my hand around your ribs and push gently to see if it makes a sharp pain for you, to see if it's serious. Abby said for me to work my way down your ribs." Margaret starts high and pushes gently on each rib. Leo moans more and more the farther she goes down, but never lets out a sharp sound.
Margaret picks up the phone, hoping she did it right, "Abby, you might have been able to tell, but he didn't yell with pain and I tried each rib in the damaged area."
"Good, Margaret," Abby reassures her from a distance. "He's probably looking at bruised ribs, maybe a hairline fracture both are painful, but treated the same way. You'll need to wrap them pretty tight with ace bandage, after his bath. There's some Aleve in the medicine cabinet for pain and inflammation. The directions are on the bottle, but I want you to give him 3 caplets for his first dose, even though the bottle says 2 the first time and then after that 1 every 12 hours, with a full glass of water. You can do the 2 caplets in the morning. He can take that high of dosage. With the Aleve, he'll not have to wake up tonight, after he's asleep, for more meds."
"I will, Abby," Margaret answers. "Whatever you say I need to do."
Abby continues, "You'll need to get him into the whirlpool tub, soon. If he's like Jed, he'll be stiffing up soon."
"He's already having trouble moving around, even his butt hurts." Margaret tells Abby about his last complaint. "I guess he landed on it?"
Abby giggles, "Well, better than landing on his head." She then feels sorry for giggling at Leo's pain, "Margaret, here are the instructions. You might want to grab the pad of paper on the phone table. I'll wait."
"I've got the paper. Go ahead, Abby," Margaret feels in control with paper and pen.
"There's some sea salts in the closet, to put in the tub. Use a whole two-pound box. It'll help soothe his sore muscles. I keep lots on hand to use for Jed. Warn Leo that it'll sting at first on any cuts, but that will pass. You'll also need to get some ice, to make ice water, from the room service. You need to alternate warm and cold towel compresses to his face, to reduce the swelling. He's not going to like it, but you can do that while he's in the tub. He should do that for his hands, as well, in bowls about a minute at a time, for 6 times each. Do more than one session, if he will tonight. It'll hurt, but it'll help in the long run. I know his mild arthritis in his hands is really going to flare up after this. After you have him settled, you can put an ice pack on his ribs, on top of the bandage. It will help with pain and swelling. There's an ice bag in Jed's closet, with the first-aid supplies. Watch his breathing for trouble."
"He can't take a deep breath," Margaret injects with a little panic.
"That's to be expected, just both of you watch if he has 'labored' breathing. He might be more comfortable sitting up a little to sleep," Abby advises.
"Anything else, Abby?" Margaret adds, "I'm at the bathroom closet. I found the sea salt and the first-aid supplies."
"No. If I think of anything, I'll ring back." Abby reminds Margaret, "You don't hesitate to call me. I want to know if there's any change and you can call with questions. The switchboard will connect you, if Leo's asleep."
"I will, Abby. I promise." Margaret reassures her, "Don't worry."
Abby now addresses another concern she has, "Margaret, after Leo's settled, you take yourself a hot shower and help yourself to some of my soft clothes. There's new toothbrushes and new toiletries in the bathrooms of all the guestrooms, so help yourself to what ever you need."
"Abby," Margaret tries to convey that she's just about come to the end of her ability to ignore who Abby is and where she and Leo are.
"You've had a rough evening, also, and its not over for you," Abby sounds like one of the Sisterhood. "I mean it, Margaret. You know I'll ask when I get there. You'll hear it, if you were rude and turned down our offer of clothing for the both of you." She suggestively mentions, "Pick out something nice. Don't forget to get dinner." Abby knows to end the call, so Margaret can follow out her orders, "I hear you running his water. I'll call you in the morning. Take care of both of you. Give Leo a kiss from us and let him know, we're so sorry this happened to him and that we're not there to help you take care of him."
"I will, Abby. He knows you can't drop everything and come to help. You've done so much already tonight. ……Thanks Abby and tell the President thanks, too. Bye."
****
Margaret gets the Aleve caplets and a glass of water. She hands them to Leo. "Take this first, so it can start working on the pain and stiffness."
He looks at the full glass of water and grumbles, but drinks all of it, with Margaret watching.
"Leo, it's time to get you into the tub." Margaret knows they really need to start. "Abby wants me to do some compresses for your face, while you're in the tub. She said that most of this is going to hurt, but will really help in the long run. She knows you want to rebound fast from your injuries."
Leo looks at the tub of water and suggests, "Margaret, since you need to work on me, maybe I should just wear my boxers into the tub. I can wear something of Jed's after I get out."
Margaret agrees, her blushing has had a workout tonight already, "Ok, Leo, stand up and I'll help you get in. Getting up and down is 'not' going to be fun." After some moaning and a few damns thrown in for good measure, Leo's finally resting in the tub.
"Turn on the jets, please, Margaret," Leo instructs. "I need all the help I can get."
"Sure, Leo." She bends and turns on the switch as he gently lowers his hands into the salty water. He sucks in air with the stinging. "Leo, I need to go order some ice for the compresses," Margaret lets him know what she has next on his schedule.
"Sounds good to me." He's quiet and resting now that the jets are starting to work their magic.
Margaret smiles when she remembers a warning he once gave to her, "Don't you fall asleep and drown, Leo. I know CPR also, but there are better ways to tongue tango with you."
Leo commands, without opening his eyes as he lounges backing the tub, "Give me a kiss and prove it."
Margaret knows he never misses a move, "Leo, you're incorrigible." She's still standing at the doorway.
He agrees and works on her sympathy, "I know. Now, kiss me. I'm a hurting man here."
"Yes, Leo, and I'm here to take care of you." She returns to the tub and bends down to deliver the kiss he demands. He reaches a wet hand to the side of her face.
He slowly pulls away. "Margaret, you always know what to do for me."
She smiles a little wickedly, " I know, Leo, and tonight you're going to regret it, according to Abby's instructions." She turns and heads to the phone, "I'm going to go call for the ice. Just relax and let the jets work."
****
After 20 minutes of the jets and compresses, plus his hands in the alternating bowls, Leo's relaxed and worn out. They tried to get as much of the painful treatments done at the same time. Margaret even managed to get his hair washed and not drown him. He did better with the baby, Rachel, but Margaret did try his technique.
"Leo, I have the floor padded with a couple of towels to catch the water from your boxers." Margaret feels it's time to get his out and get him bandaged as the next part of his treatment. "Let's try to get you out." She looks at his damaged hands and wonders if he'll be able to help pull himself up. "I may have to get the agent to help? I don't want you to fall, Leo."
"Wait, Margaret." Leo sits up in the water and pulls his knees up. " Let's give it a try. I feel a little better after the jets and the pain meds." He looks at her with determination, "I should be OK." Margaret steadies him and he successfully climbs out with the help of the safety rail on the wall of the tub.
Margaret wraps a towel around his shoulders and starts to dry the top half of him. When she gets the top part of him done, Leo's grinning at the next step. "Don't get your hopes up there, lover boy." Margaret douses his fun. "I've got this figured out." Margaret has a plan.
Leo has laughter in his teasing tone, "Nice choice of words there, Margaret."
"Leo, now is not the time to make me blush," she warns him. He might find himself alone in the room.
Margaret puts her plan in motion. Standing behind him, at arms length, she holds the towel up to his backside and orders. "OK, Leo, hook your thumbs into your boxers and drop them."
"I thought you'd never ask, Margaret," he answers in his dreamy gravel-tone voice, just to shake her.
She orders, "Just, do it, Leo." She gets weak in the knees, when she hears him use his lovers voice and he knows it.
He slides the boxers off his hips and she wraps the towel around his waist, slick as a whistle.
"That was no fun, Margaret," he really sounds disappointed.
She sounds pleased, "Yeah, but it worked. Sit on the stool and let me dry your legs. She picks up his dripping boxers and hangs them on the nozzle of the tub to drip dry. She then kneels and dries his legs and feet. When she's done, Leo's still grinning. She smiles up at him from where she's kneeling to dry him, "It's just the return of a favor, remember?"
"That's what I was thinking about, Margaret." He smiles softly while he also remembers their first full weekend together. He breaks into a wider grin.
"What, Leo, do I look like a harem girl to you?" She gets the feeling that he likes the vision of her helping him to dry off.
"That's a great thought, Margaret." He drops a kiss to her forehead that's by his knee and makes plans for their future, "I'll have to remind you of that some day."
"Oh, Lord. You must be feeling better," she exclaims in mock horror. "Quit teasing and let me know where I can find you some clothes."
Leo points to a door just outside the bath, "Jed's dressing room/closet is thru that door over there."
Margaret enters the walk-in area and pulls open the top chest drawer. She lets out a shocked, "OH!"
"What is it, Margaret," he asks with some concern, since he can't see her from where he's sitting on the stool.
Margaret's small shocked voice answers him, "I just opened the President's unmentionable drawer." She sounds like she just committed a federal offence.
Leo hears a sharp slam. He's delighted, "How's the blush now, Margaret?" He chuckles at the vision of her face.
"Shut-up, Leo." She doesn't find it amusing. She pulls open some of the bottom drawers. "How about a t-shirt and sweat pants?"
"That's fine and I'll do with out the President's boxers," he agrees and gets a dig in at the same time. He then tries to really push her button, "He's got a big ass anyway."
"Leo," she's shocked again and peeks out to see if anyone from outside heard him. When she determines that no one's going to burst in and haul them off in handcuffs, she whips around to glare at Leo's grinning face in the bathroom, "That's not funny, Leo."
"It's true, any of his clothes would fall off me," he defends himself honestly. "Just get me some sweats, they have an elastic band."
"Ahh, Leo, there's 'one' small problem with the t-shirts." Margaret comes out with one in her hand.
"What's wrong?" He just sees a gray athletic looking t-shirt.
She sweetly holds it up by the shoulder seams, "They're all say Notre Dame on them."
"Damn," Leo can't get the volume he wants, due to his ribs. "Jed knew that, when he offered me his 'soft' clothes."
"You'll live, Leo," Margaret tries to not grin as she consoles Leo.
"I guess," Leo growls and grumbles, "But he's probably at the farm laughing his ass off right now." Margaret's smiling in agreement, but doesn't risk voicing it.
She tries to distract him, "Lets just get you dressed and out to a couch. You need to eat some dinner." Before Leo can say he'd not hungry, she gives him a very good reason, to eat. "You can't take pain meds on an empty stomach or you 'will' be sick." She's giving him that 'you know I'm right' look. "Now, Leo, to get the pants on you. Let me get the legs started." She stands up, after his feet are in the leg openings. "OK, Leo, with the towel still around you, stand and turn your back to me," she orders.
"No fun again, Margaret," he complains as he complies with her plan.
She gives him a little room for hope, "This might get interesting, Leo."
He cheers up at that news, "Good. Finally!"
"Not that much fun, Leo," she warns him in a mock whisper.
She slides the pants up to the bottom of the towel and suddenly he drops the towel and pulls up the front of the pants with his thumbs. Margaret's given full view of his back side as he runs his thumbs around to pull up the back.
Margaret decides to treat his action as normal and to save the memory for future daydreaming, "You know, Leo, that's a nice ass, but you do have a bruise on the left side." She smiles at his grinning face as he turns around to face her and she continues with a logical point. "At least, it's the same side as the bruised ribs and you can sleep on your right side."
"Thanks, Margaret." He just can't resist saying, "Nice to know you appreciate my ass-etts." He places a light kiss on her lips.
"Ha! Ha! Very funny, Leo," she remarks dryly. She smirks as she points out what she did notice, "but I do think the tiny jet tattoo on your upper hip is the best."
He kisses her quickly again, "And you thought I was conservative." He then steals another small kiss, "That's my memento from the Air Force."
"Well, Fly boy," she gently wraps her arms around his neck, "Your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks, Margaret." He nuzzles into her neck and whispers, "We need a few secrets to ourselves."
"Before this necking gets out of control," she advises, "Leo, lets go order dinner."
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