Part Five
Rating: Mature (strong sexual situations and language)
"Hey, Margaret," Leo says, as he answers the door. "Thanks for coming over on such short notice," he steps aside and waves her into the room.
"No problem," Margaret replies, as she walks into his luxurious suite. Her mouth almost drops open when she notices Leo's casual attire. He's wearing jeans, a blue sweater and loafers. She can't recall ever seeing Leo in jeans before. 'He looks very sexy and a good ten years younger,' she thinks to herself as she walks into the entryway.
"I hope I'm not interfering with any plans you might have had for today," Leo tries hard not to smile at the flabbergasted look on his assistant's face. He makes a mental note to remember to thank Mallory for suggesting that he wear the clothes that she got him this past Christmas.
"No…not really. I was just planning on ordering take-out and watching some movies." She quickly decides not to mention Donna's name in case Leo is upset about her rejection of his date offer for tonight.
"Sorry 'bout interfering with your relaxing evening at home. I know I don't give you enough time to relax at home."
"That's okay."
"Can I take your coat," he offers.
"Sure, thanks," she watches in amazement as he hangs up her coat in the entryway closet.
"Would you like something to drink? I have coffee, tea or diet sodas," Leo offers as he moves towards the living room area of his suite.
"No, I'm fine, thanks." Margaret can't help but find Leo's behavior somewhat peculiar. Normally, he's all work, but then again, this is the first time he's asked her to come over to his hotel to work. Normally, when something comes up over the weekend or after work hours, he calls her into the office. She can't help but wonder if something else is going on.
"Let's sit here," Leo motions to the couch.
Margaret sits down and Leo joins her on the other end of the couch. Margaret looks around the room, and is surprised not to see his laptop or stack of papers to work with. She was sure she would find his coffee table a complete mess with files and notes everywhere. "So, should we get to work?"
"Yeah… umm… about that," Leo nervously rubs his hands together and leans forward.
"Leo, is something wrong?" Her over-active imagination kicks into gear. She knew there was something screwy about this whole situation as soon as she walked into his suite.
"No, nothing's wrong," Leo shakes his head. 'At least I don't think so,' he mumbles to himself.
"Leo, something's up, I can tell." She immediately suspects he is getting back together with Jenny. She just knew nothing good was going to come from her calling Leo yesterday.
"I…" Leo looks down at his shoes and then back up at her.
"Leo," she scoots towards the edge of the couch. "You're starting to scare me."
"Margaret, I don't mean to."
"Okay, but you're acting kinda… strange."
"I'm just… nervous."
"Nervous about what?"
"Margaret, I… kinda bought you here today… under false pretenses," he softly admits.
"Huh?"
"Josh didn't visit me today."
"So, there's no new numbers… that he needs worked."
"No," he shakes his head.
"Are you sick?" Her heart races as she waits for him to answer. She knew he wasn't taken very good care of himself. She tries hard at work to care for him, but who knows what he does when he's away from the White House. Not that's he's away from there that much.
"No, Margaret, I'm fine," Leo drops his head a little. This is so much harder than he had hoped.
Margaret immediately thinks the worse, "Leo did you… I mean… did you… have a drink?" She has never asked him this since Sierra Tucson, but after giving him the potion this week, she has been so worried about what it might do to him.
"Oh, sweet merciful Gwad, Margaret," Leo growls, as he jumps up. "No, I'm not drinking again, but… I think I might start after this," Leo starts to pace.
"Leo?" She says in a pained voice.
Leo stops and looks at Margaret. He sees the remorse in her eyes. "What?" He says in a soft voice. "I think I have the right… to joke about it."
"Leo, I'm so sorry," she stands, moves to his side and lays a hand on his arm. "I don't know why I asked that. It's just… well…"
"No, I'm the one who's sorry. Look, let's sit down."
"Okay," Margaret sits down closer to Leo this time.
"Margaret, I..."
"Leo, you can tell me anything," she rests a hand on his leg that is almost touching hers.
"I wanted you to come over here tonight… to have… dinner with me," he inwardly sighs. 'There I finally said it. Well at least some of it, anyway,' he thinks to himself.
"Dinner?"
"Yeah, a Valentine's Day dinner," he adds softly, as he lays his left hand on her hand that is resting on his leg.
"But I thought you… and Jenny were… getting back together," Margaret says, with a puzzled look.
"Why would you think that?" Leo raises his eyebrows.
"She called and… I… I mean you… well and," she stutters.
"Yeah, she called, and yes, she wanted to see me today and yeah, believe it or not she wanted to try again. But, I told her no."
"You told her… no."
"Yes…" Leo smiles at the surprised look on her face. "I told her no."
"But why? I thought… you still wanted her," she says, as she looks down at his left hand and discovers that he isn't wearing his wedding ring.
"No, I don't. I don't love her anymore. I haven't for awhile now."
"Good," Margaret brings a hand quickly to her mouth to cover it. She can't believe she just said that. "Ah… I mean…"
"Margaret, its fine. I'm glad you agree," he smiles.
"But… what about Donna?"
"Donna?" Leo asked in a confused voice.
"Yeah, I… overheard you ask her out for Valentine's Day, the other night at work," she blushes.
"I didn't ask Donna out," he shakes his head.
"But…" Margaret wonders if the potion might make the people forget things they do. 'What have I done to him?' Margaret wonders to herself.
Leo holds up a hand. "Margaret, let me explain. This past Monday night, when my meeting with the Vice President got canceled. I came back early to the office and well…"
"I didn't see you."
"I was being… quiet, because I wanted you to have an early evening for a change. So, I sorta snuck in through the Oval Office."
"Oh."
"When I got back that night, to the office I… ah… well… I… heard you talking with Donna," he confesses.
"You did," her mind quickly races back to that conversation.
"Yeah, Margaret look… I'm sorry. I didn't intend to eavesdrop on you and Donna. But after I heard… Donna tease you about me. My feet just wouldn't move."
"Oh," Margaret jumps up. "Leo, I'm so sorry. You'll have my resignation on your desk first thing Monday morning," Margaret turns and starts for the door.
Leo quickly stands and gently takes a hold of her by one of her arms, "Margaret, please… sit down. I don't want you to quit. That's the last thing I want. I need you."
"But…" Margaret reluctantly sits down. She looks at Leo with glassy eyes.
"Margaret, like I said before, I wanted to have Valentine's Day Dinner with you," Leo again proclaims, hoping she will understand all of what that implies.
Margaret gives Leo a funny look, "But, I don't understand. I heard you ask Donna," she repeats.
"No, I didn't," he says more adamantly than the last time.
"Leo, I know you did. I heard you ask her, but it's not your fault. It's mine. You really don't have feelings for Donna or me. You… were… under a... spell. Leo… I gave you a love potion," Margaret bows her head in shame. "It was in the hot chocolate," she confesses softly, as she pulls her hand from his.
"No, it wasn't."
"Leo, it was a love potion. My Aunt Tillie sent it to me."
"That… may well be," Leo reaches over and gently turns her face towards his, "but it didn't cause me to fall in love with you."
"Leo, you don't love me."
"Yes, I do," he says in a soft voice. "Margaret, chocolate, star anise, vanilla, cinnamon and clove can't make you love someone."
"How did you know? Only…"
"Margaret, I told you I heard you and Donna. I knew I should have left, but I felt compelled to stay. When I finally regained my senses, I went out onto the portico to think about what I had overheard. After I was out there for a few minutes, Donna found me after she left your office."
"You talked with Donna."
"Yeah, she quickly figured out that I had overheard you two talking, from the way I was acting. I guess for a change, I wasn't able to hide my emotions."
"My best friend? Donnatella Moss?"
"Yes."
"She never told me."
"I know," Leo scoots closer to her. "But, if it wasn't for Donna, I would have never had… well… she made me realize that it was okay to… love you."
"You love me?" She whispers.
"Yeah, and… I have for some time now. I was just… too afraid to do anything about it."
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid of hurting you. Afraid you… didn't feel the same about me," he says shyly admits.
"Oh, Leo… but I do… I feel the same way. I love you," she leans towards him.
"I love you, too," Leo cups her chin gently with his finger tips and stares into her deep blue eyes.
"Well?" Margaret breathes out after a few seconds of silence falls between them.
"Well, what?" He tilts his head a little to the right.
"Are you gonna kiss me?"
"Yeah," Leo leans over and captures her lips with his. After a few seconds, he slowly pulls away and traces her face with his fingertips. "You are so… beautiful," he murmurs.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah," he smiles at her disbelief. "I can't begin to tell ya what you do to me, when you walk into a room."
"You have the same affect on me."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah," she whispers as wraps her slender arms around him and initiates the next kiss. This one deeper and more intense than the first one they shared. Leo brushes his tongue against her lips; she willingly opens and lets him explore her mouth. Margaret brings a hand to the back of his head and pulls him closer, encouraging him to increase the intensity of the kiss. Leo slides a hand under her sweater and caresses her lower back. The need for air finally makes them break apart.
"Wow," Margaret gasps, as she lays her head against his chest.
"I was about to say the same thing," Leo says as he softly caresses her hair and tries to calm himself down. He hasn't been this aroused in years and he's only just kissed her. All he can think of right now is taking her to his bedroom and making love to her. But, he doesn't want her to think that's all he wants from her is her beautiful long body. He needs go much deeper than just physical.
"Is this real?" Margaret asks, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, baby… it's real," he drops a kiss on her forehead.
"Good," she sighs, as she holds him tighter. Her body is aching for him to touch her more.
"Yeah… good," Leo whispers, as he leans over and starts to kiss her again. They slide further into the couch as they stay wrapped up in each other's arms for a few more minutes sharing increasingly passionate kisses. Eventually, they pull apart to catch their breath.
After a couple minutes of silence, Leo pulls from her arms and starts to get up off the couch, "Hey, I almost forgot." He knows he needs to put some space between them for a bit. Hopefully, this will give him a chance to settle down. If he keeps kissing her, he's not going to be able to control himself. His jeans are getting painfully tight in the front.
"Leo?" She whimpers from losing contact with his body. Her body is pulsating with need. She can't believe how excited she is. She desperately wants him to make love to her, but she also realizes that she may have to make the first move. She knows he wants her, because she felt his desire for her pressed against her thigh.
"I have something for you," he heads for his bedroom. Trying hard not to walk funny in his current predicament.
"Don't be gone long," Margaret calls after him, as she stares at his backside. She can't help but think he has the sexiest walk.
Leo walks into the master bath and stares at himself in the mirror. "You need to calm down old man," he says, as he looks down at the front of his jeans. Leo tries to think of something that will change his situation. After a few minutes, his problem subsides a little, and he walks into his bedroom and picks up Margaret's gift.
"Leo," Margaret gasps when he walks back into the room with a huge basket wrapped in red plastic with a big red bow.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he says, as he puts the basket down on the coffee table and then bends over to give her a kiss. He notices that she has taken off her shoes and decides to do the same.
"But… I didn't get you anything."
"Yeah, ya did," he smiles. "Your love and… all those mind numbing kisses we just shared are more than enough."
"Oh, Leo. You're so sweet."
"Shh…" Leo put a finger to his lips. "Let's not let that rumor get started."
"No one would probably believe it anyway," she teases as she starts to open her present.
"Hey," Leo laughs, as he sits down next to her.
"Leo, how did you know?" She smiles, as she pull down the plastic and finds the basket full of her favorite Bath and Body products.
"Mallory."
"She knows?"
"Yeah, I told her yesterday and don't worry… she was thrilled."
"Good."
"She loves you."
"Well, I love her too."
"She's the one who suggested this," he motions at his clothes.
"Remind me to thank her for that. I really love this sweater," she tugs at the bottom of it. "But, I can't help thinking what the shirt underneath looks like," she purrs as she starts to remove it. "This is… much better," she says, as she pushes him down on the couch.
"Margaret?" Leo moans, as she slides on top of him.
"Leo, we're both adults… and apparently… we've both wanted this for a while," she whispers in his ear and then assaults him with kisses on his neck.
"Are you sure?" His honeyed hazel eyes beg.
"Yeah, I've never been more sure about anything else in my life."
"Oh Margaret," he manages to get out, before she presses her lips to his and then attacks his mouth with her tongue.
They kiss for a couple more minutes, and then Margaret pulls from his mouth and smiles down at him. "Isn't it getting hot in here?" She nips at his lower lip.
"Yeah, hot."
She sits up and straddles him. "I think… I should lose my sweater," she smiles.
"Yeah, I think it's only fair since you took my sweater off," he gives her his full watt grin.
"But, that t-shirt of yours should go first," she says in a seductive voice.
"Whatever you say, Baby," he rises up a little and she helps pull off his t-shirt and throws it on the floor.
Margaret slowly pulls off her sweater, "there, that's… better," she smiles, after she tosses it aside.
"Oh yeah, this is… definitely… better," Leo breathes out, as he reaches up and starts to gently caress her breasts. "How about… ya lose the bra," his gravelly voice rumbles.
Margaret nods her head in agreement. "Leo, you have the best ideas," she smiles as she reaches around, unfastens her bra, letting the straps fall down her shoulders. "Better?" She softly asks.
Leo removes her bra the rest of the way and carelessly tosses it on the floor. "Oh yeah, this is much… better," Leo says, as he takes her bare breasts in his hands and starts to knead them.
"Oh my, I have to agree, this is… much… better," she moans, as she arches her back and presses her center against Leo's growing desire. After a couple of minutes of letting Leo play with her breasts, she reaches down and unfastens his pants, slides down the zipper and starts to tug on them.
Leo can't believe he's doing this with Margaret. God, how long he has dreamed of this moment. "Are we really going to… do this… out here?" He groans, as he fights to help her slide his jeans down his legs, while lying under her. "Ya know… I'm not a young man anymore…" He mutters.
"Yeah, we are going to do this… out here, on your couch," she slides further back on his legs. "And… you seem up… to it to me," she says, as she reaches inside his silk boxers and takes a hold of him.
"Oh my… lord," Leo moans, as his hips involuntary thrust forward. "You could warn a guy," he smirks, as he closes his eyes and pushes his head back further into the couch cushions.
"Sorry," she laughs, as she continues to slowly manipulate him.
"Somehow, I don't think ya are," he says, as he takes control of the situation and pulls her down to him, attacking her lips again. After a few moments of intense kissing, Leo releases her mouth and slides down a little bit, takes one of her breasts in his mouth.
"Oh… Leo," Margaret gasps, as she puts a hand behind his head and pulls him tighter against her, encouraging him to continue. Her fingers start to play with the hair at the nap of his neck.
Leo smiles at her reaction and carefully maneuvers them on the couch so that they are now lying on their sides. He reaches down with his free hand, unfastens her jeans and slides down the zipper. Margaret stops running her fingers through Leo's thinning sandy blond hair, just long enough to scoot her jeans off her hips before she kicks them off the rest of the way. Leo reattaches himself to one of her breasts as he slowly runs his free hand down her slender body and then slides his hand inside her panties. He teases her at first, causing her to move her hips in an effort to get him to touch her. When his talented fingers eventually come in contact with their target, it starts to drive her crazy.
"Oh, Leo, that feels sooo… good," she moans, as he increases the pressure and movement of his fingers.
After a couple of minutes, Leo moves up to her mouth and starts to kiss her. "Let yourself go Baby," he moans, "please… for me," he begs, as he continues to make love to her mouth, as his hand dips even lower.
"Oh… I…"
Leo continues his relentless ministrations on her until Margaret finally loses control and her body starts to quiver. "Oh Leo, I… love you," she shrieks as she lets go and crashes over the edge.
Leo holds her tightly, dropping kisses on her face as she catches her breath, "I love you, too," he whispers in her ear.
After Margaret recovers, she rises up a little, "now, I think there's something else that needs taken care of," Margaret says, as she slides a slender hand into Leo's boxers again.
"I wouldn't be opposed to that," Leo softly growls.
"I didn't think so," Margaret smiles, as she slowly starts to pleasure him. After a few seconds, she repositions herself on her knees on the floor next to the couch, and starts to drop kisses on his stomach and then moves lower. He lifts his hips, when she starts to push his boxers down and she quickly tosses them aside. When she gets her first real good look at him, she's immediately aroused by his size. She never imagined he would be this big. She wonders how he can hide the fact, because she's been checking him out for years.
"Hey, I'm gonna need those later," he teases.
"What do you care? You can't even hang up your coat," she banters back, as she starts her sensual assault on him again.
"Oh… sweet merciful God," Leo loudly groans, when she finally captures him. He leans back further into the cushions and grips the edge of the couch. "I don't think… I can take much of this, Baby."
Margaret continues giving him pleasure for several more seconds and then pauses, "Do you like this?" She looks up at him with seductive eyes, as she keeps a firm grip on him.
"Oh, God yes," he breathes out in a rush, as he tries to regain some self-control. "I really love what you are doing to me… but… if you keep doing it much longer… It's gonna be over and… well… I want us to be one tonight."
"I want that too," she smiles, crawls back up on the couch and then makes her way up to him.
Leo moves out of the way, allowing Margaret to lie on her back on the couch and then he positions himself over her. "How did I ever get so lucky?" He looks down at her as he slides her lacy panties down her long legs.
"You know, I was just thinking the same thing," Margaret lovingly gazes deep into his eyes as they invade her soul.
Leo situates himself by her aperture and then bends down to kiss her. "Are you ready, Sweetie," his voice rumbles with excitement.
"More than ready," she murmurs, as she moves her legs, making herself more available to him.
Leo slowly crosses her threshold and she adjusts her hips. "You feel… so good," he moans, as her warmth surrounds him.
"I can say the same… about you," she returns.
Leo slowly starts to move, keeping it steady for a couple a minutes, enjoying the tenderness of her body. He knows he's not going to last very long this time, since she's gotten him so primed and ready. "You are so… beautiful," he quickly leans over and kisses her passionately.
"Mmmm…" Is all Margaret can manage to say as she pushes back against him, encouraging him to quicken his pace.
"I'm not gonna… last much longer."
"Me either… faster… Leo," she begs.
Leo grabs her hips, thrusts harder, as he quickens his pace. "Oh God, Margaret… I'm… almost… there," he moans and then suddenly he thinks about birth control and slows down, almost to a stop. "Should I… pull out?"
"Don't you dare!" She practically yells, as she wraps her legs around him, pulling him even closer to her.
"What about…"
"I've got that covered, now… get back to work Mr. McGarry," she orders, with a smirk.
"Oh Margaret… that was such a turn on, when you called me that," he groans, as he starts to build his tempo again.
"Good, I'll keep that in mind… Mr. McGarry," she throws back up to him as she meets his pace.
"Oh yeah Baby. I love the way you say that, but don't call me that at work… or we're gonna… have… issues."
"Leo… please… faster," she begs.
"I'm… almost… there," he moans.
"Me, too, just… a… little… longer," she bites her bottom lip. "Yes, there… I'm… oh Leo, I love you," she screams, as she digs her nails into his back.
"I'm gonna… oh… Margaret, I love you," Leo grunts, as he finally loses control and joins her, as they crash over the edge together. Leo falls on top of her, and they both lay there, trying to catch their breath.
"Am I too heavy?" He breathes out.
"No, please… stay right where you are. I love feeling you… there…" She smiles, as she wraps her arms around him and holds on tight.
"I definitely like it here," he grins, as he kisses her lips.
"That was… incredible," she mumbles into his mouth.
"Yeah." Is all he can manage to say.
"I feel… so… I can't even find words to describe it."
"It's the first time I've made love in… several years."
"Several years?" Margaret is very surprised. She always thought that Leo and Jenny had decent marriage until the White House.
"I mean… that well… I only had sex during the later part of my marriage. It wasn't anything like we just did," Leo lightly traces her face with his fingertips. "Margaret, we made love."
"Yeah," she bobs her head.
"Margaret."
"Yeah."
"I'm getting a cramp," he says, as he slides off her, and lies against the back of the couch.
"You should have said something."
"I just did," he smiles.
"Oh, sorry."
"Remember, I told ya… I'm not as young as I used to be."
"I don't care how old you are. I love you. And besides, I know exactly how old you are. You're fifty-six," she proudly smiles.
"Yeah, and I know how old you are too," he smirks.
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"You looked it up in my personnel file, didn't you?" She accuses.
"Nope," he shakes his head.
"Then how?"
"Donna told me."
"Donna! Why would she do that?"
"I was going on about you being too young for me and she quickly pointed out that you are… forty."
"Remind me to thank her," she says in a sarcastic voice.
"Margaret, forty is young."
"Compared to you, it is," she teases.
"Hey," he grabs a hold of her and starts to tickle her. 'God her laugh is so sexy,' Leo thinks to himself.
"Leo," she tries to get away from him, but he pulls her tighter and kisses her.
"You deserved that," he smiles.
"Maybe," her smile fades, as she goes quiet for a few moments.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
"Leo… I still can't believe I'm here with you. I'm so afraid that I'm going to wake up and discover that it's all been just a dream," she confesses.
"It's not a dream… Baby," Leo kisses her cheek. "And if I were, I hope we both never wake up."
"See, like a said before, you are so sweet," she snuggles up closer to him, and lays her head in the crook of his neck.
"Well… like I said before lets…" Leo is interrupted by a knock on his door. "There's the dinner I ordered."
"Leo, what are we going to do," Margaret jumps up off the couch, looking like a teenager that's just been caught, by her parents, having sex with her boyfriend on the family room couch.
"Margaret, calm down," Leo smiles as he stands, grabs his jeans and pulls them on quickly. "I'll get the door."
"I am calm," Margaret whispers, as scurries around grabbing up their discarded clothes and undergarments.
"Yeah, you're the picture of calm," Leo laughs, as he watches her disappear into his bedroom.
"Coming," Leo calls, when they knock on his door again. He pulls on his t-shirt as he ambles to the door.
"Good evening, Mr. McGarry. I have your dinner."
"Hey Brayden, come on in," Leo motions, as he steps aside.
"Would you like for me to set the table, Sir?" Brayden is surprised to see his favorite hotel resident with messed up hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Sure," Leo answers. "How's school?"
"It's been a tough quarter. My history professor is trying to kill us," he states as places the food on the table.
"Yeah, they can be brutal."
"I don't think he remembers what's its like to be a college student."
"You're a junior GW, right?"
"Yes, sir," the young man answers, surprised that an important man like him would remember a past conversation.
"Have you thought of what you want to do after you graduate?"
"Law school and then politics."
"Well, you're in the right city for that," Leo looks towards the living room and sees Margaret's panties lying on the floor. He makes his way towards them, quickly bends over, picks them up, and shoves them in his pocket.
"All set Mr. McGarry," the young man announces as he tries not to smile at the lace hanging out of Leo's pocket.
"Thanks, Brayden," Leo notices that he's staring at his pocket. Leo looks down and sees that Margaret panties are hanging out. He shoves them in further.
"Have a good evening, sir," Brayden winks. 'Way to go, Mr. McGarry,' he thinks to himself. He's never seen him have a woman in his room before. He wonders if it might be the pretty red headed woman he's seen him with. He knows that she works for him, but always thought they acted more like a couple than boss and employee.
"Ah… you too," Leo gives him a fifty dollar tip.
"And don't worry, Mr. McGarry. I'm not gonna say anything," he whispers to Leo as he takes the money.
"Thanks Brayden. I didn't think you would."
"Night, Mr. McGarry."
"Brayden, you know we have co-op jobs at the White House."
"Mr. McGarry, you don't have to do that. I told you I would never say anything."
"I know that. But, if you'd like to make less money and gain some invaluable experience, you should really consider it."
"I will, Sir. Thanks."
"Call my office next week, and set up a meeting with my assistant, and she'll get ya started on the paperwork." Leo walks over to the hall table, opens his briefcase and gets one of his business cards from it. "Here," he hands it to Brayden.
"I don't know how to thank you," Brayden takes the card and then shakes hand.
"Don't worry about it."
"Goodnight, Mr. McGarry."
"Brayden, when you come to work for me, I expect you to call me Leo, like everybody else," he smiles.
"Yes, sir."
"And, the only sir in the West Wing is the President."
"Right. Thanks again," Brayden opens the door.
"Night," Leo says, and then closes the door.
Leo walks over to the table and lights the candles. "Its all clear," he calls towards his bedroom.
"You are such a soft touch," she smiles.
"He's a good kid and… I know he's working his way through school. At least as a co-op, he'll get his tuition paid for by the government."
"Hey, are those my panties in your pocket or are you just glad to see me," she teases, as she walks closer to him, wrapped up in a hotel robe. She had been peeking out from his bedroom and saw him pick them up. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw him.
"You are evil," he gives her a lopsided grin.
"You have no idea."
"Well… I think I've seen a glimpse today." He walks over closer to her.
"You haven't seen anything yet, just wait until after dinner."
"Oh yeah," Leo take her in his arms.
"Yeah, wait till we try out that king sized bed of yours."
"You're gonna kill me, ya know that right?" He growls.
"Nope, but you're gonna like what I have planned for you after dinner."
"Of that, I have no doubt," he says, as he stands on his tiptoes and captures her lips with his.
Later that night, lying in bed together after making love for the second time, Leo can't help but stare at the woman lying in his arms. He's never known this type of contentment before.
"What are you starting at?" Margaret asks, as she squeezes his hand that she is holding.
"You," he beams. "I just can't believe you're here… and how happy I am."
"I know what you mean," she turns on her side and kisses his face.
"I want you to know that I never… expected this today. I never want you to think that I invited you over here to… umm…" He tries to explain.
"To make wonderful sweet love to me two times."
"Yeah, and trust me. I still don't know how that happened. I'm an old man. I can't remember the last time I was able to do it two times in a day," he runs a hand down her bare arm.
"Maybe it was the hot chocolate," she smiles.
"If that's the case, then you had better stock up on all the ingredients," he laughs.
"I don't think you'll be needing them."
"Maybe, but I did really like the way it tasted."
"Well… I guess I could still make it occasionally."
"Yeah, that would be nice," he kisses her nose. "So, I guess I'm gonna need a new place to live, now."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he smiles at her surprise. "Some place where I can cook for you and you can make me hot chocolate."
"I can't wait for you to cook for me."
"Me, either. Can you call a realtor for me and set up some condos or apartments to look at."
"Sure, anyone in particular."
"Nah, I don't remember who Jen…" Leo stops abruptly. He can't believe he was going to mention Jenny. He is so upset with her and isn't sure when he'll be able to talk with her again. He also knows, that once his and Margaret's relationship makes the news, she'll be very upset and out for some sort of revenge if last night's conversation is any indication of how things are going to go.
"Leo," she raises up on an elbow. "What's wrong?" She asks, after noticing the pained look on his face.
"Nothing."
"Leo, you don't ever have to worry about talking about Jenny with me. I'm fine with it. She was a part of your life for a long time," she lightly strokes his face.
"I want you to know that I love you, and that I haven't been in love with Jenny for a long time now. She is my past and you are my future," Leo assures her, as he takes a hold of her hand that was touching him and kisses it. He doesn't want to tell her about the conversation he had with his ex-wife yesterday when they are laying in bed. There'll be plenty of time to talk about that in the days to come.
"Your future," Margaret smiles. "I really like the sound of that."
"Me, too," Leo leans over, kisses her and quickly forgets about Jenny and her threats.
"I like the way you kiss," she says, as she wraps a leg around him and rubs up against his manhood.
"You're dreaming now, if ya think I can do anything else tonight."
"Is that a challenge, Mr. McGarry?" She reaches down and starts to stroke him.
"Margaret," he groans, as his body starts to respond to her touch.
"Do you want me to stop?" She smiles.
"For heavens' sake no," he growls.
"I thought you'd see it my way."
"Margaret, before we… do this again," he takes her hand, stopping her from touching him. "I need to tell ya that… well… I was never unfaithful to Jenny."
"Leo, I know that."
"And that… well… that I had some… tests…"
"Leo, what tests?" She interrupts. "You said you were fine."
"I am fine Margaret, calm down. I was just trying to tell ya that I have been tested for…"
"Oh, that," she smiles. "Me, too… and I'm also fine."
"Good. It's just well… I wanted you to know that you were safe with me."
"I knew that already, but you're sweet to want to tell me."
"Will you stop calling me sweet. I have a reputation to maintain."
"Okay, I'll keep it to myself," she pulls free from his hand and goes back to what she was doing before. "Now, where was I?"
"Oh, yeah… right… there."
Leo and Margaret have been talking quietly for a few minutes, since their last round of love making, when she rolls over on her side and looks at the clock on the night stand and discovers it's past eleven o'clock. "I should be going. It's getting late."
"Or… you could… stay," Leo offers with an impish grin, as he pulls her over closer to him.
"Do you think that's wise?"
"Yeah, no one knows you're here," he kisses her cheek. "So, will ya stay with me, baby?" His voice goes soft.
"Sure, I can do that," she returns his smile, as she snuggles closer next to him.
"Good, 'cause I like having you here in my arms."
"And in your bed," she teases.
"That's not so bad either," he grins.
"Yeah." She lays her head on his chest and listens to his heart beat. She is so relaxed.
"Ya know, I wouldn't mind… if I got to spend every night like this," he softly expresses with a wishful look.
"Me, too."
"So, why don't ya?" Leo suggests.
"Leo?"
Leo rises up on his elbow, "Margaret, move in with me?"
"Leo, are you serious?" Margaret sits up.
"Yeah," he sits up next to her.
"But, you live in a hotel."
"I know that. Between you and Mallory reminding me that all the time, how could I forget?" He smirks.
"But, what would I do with all of my stuff."
"Margaret, I know how you are; I bet I'll have a condo or apartment within a couple of weeks. So, it wouldn't be that long. You could just move some of your clothes and other things that you seem to women need and clutter the bathroom with."
"I do not clutter the bathroom up."
"I bet ya do."
"Well maybe… but no more than any other normal working woman."
"So, it's settled. We can move you in tomorrow, if you'd like."
"But, what about the press? What about the President?"
"Fuck'em."
"Leo," she scolds, as she playfully swats his arm. She has been trying to get him to stop cussing as much, lately.
"Sorry, but I don't care what anyone has to say, but you. So, do ya wanna move in with me?" Leo pleads with his eyes.
"Yes, Leo. I'll move in with you," she whispers.
"Great. I'll tell the President on Monday when he gets back from Camp David. We'll worry about the press after they find out." He also knows he'll need to warn Margaret about Jenny and her threats, but he'll tell her that tomorrow.
"We probably should tell CJ," she suggests.
"Yeah and maybe some other senior staff."
"Can I tell Donna?"
"Yeah, you can call her tomorrow if you want."
"Yeah, she is my best friend, even though I should be mad at her for not telling me about all of this."
"She was only trying to help."
"I know, I'm not mad. Besides, look how it all turned out."
"Yeah, I love how it turned out," Leo fights a yawn.
"Tired?"
"Yeah," Leo nods.
"Let's go to bed."
"I thought we already were in bed."
"You know what I meant."
"I know," Leo laughs. "But I love that look you give me when you're annoyed with me."
"You get to see that look quite a bit then don't you?" She smiles.
"Oh, you're a funny lady tonight, aren't ya?"
"Nope, just a lady… in love with her man."
"Yeah, I love that look… ya just gave me," he takes her by the hand and kisses it.
"Well, get used to it, apparently you're going to be seeing it every night."
"I can deal with that. So, do ya want a t-shirt to sleep in?" Leo asks.
"If you don't mind," Margaret lowers her eyes and slightly blushes. "I just want to sleep next to you… in the nude."
"Now you blush, after all you did to me tonight and how you attacked my on the couch," Leo reaches over and gently pulls her chin up, so that she is looking in his eyes.
"I really don't know what got into me tonight. Leo, I have never done that before with a guy on a first date."
"Yeah, but Baby, this was different."
"I just don't want you to think that I am a…"
"Margaret, I don't and besides, I have never slept with anyone on a first date either. As a matter of fact, I've only ever slept with… one other person," he confesses.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then how did you get so good at it?" She smiles.
"Practice," he manages to say with a straight face.
"Oh, I think I'm going to need lots of practice too."
"Well, I'm just the man for it."
"Yes, you are."
"So, ya wanna sleep naked next to me?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'll sleep the same way," Leo gives her his best impish grin.
"Good, because I prefer you naked next to me, too."
Leo and Margaret share a few more kisses, before Leo turns off the light and pulls up the blanket and comforter from the end of the bed, and covers them. "Night, Baby."
"Night, my love," Margaret curls up around him and quickly drifts off to sleep.
Leo lays there for a couple of minutes thinking about how happy he is, and how quickly his life has changed for the better. He decides that he wouldn't have it any other way, as he snuggles into Margaret and falls off to sleep.
The End.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my friend Lynn for her great beta job on Part Five. Also, thanks to all of you who have been faithfully following this story. Thanks for all your support and wonderful feedback. I have lots more in store for this couple in several different stories to come.