CJ/Danny. Maybe PG-13. Spoilers: through "Requiem.
The characters belong to Sorkin, Wells, et. al. Depending on your beliefs, the quotes belong to someone unknown, to Moses, or to God.
She stretched carefully, not wanting to wake him or to move from the warmth of his arm draped over her. So this is what it is supposed to feel like. How could she have ever imagined? She felt calm, secure, safe. She felt protected and cherished. This was beyond any question of gender, equality, or societal role.
Yet, from that day almost seven years ago when, with the gentle authority of a man secure in his masculinity, his hand cupped the back of her head and silenced her babbling with his mouth, something in her knew that it would be this way.
Her mind went back seven months. She had been in New Hampshire with the First Family for Easter weekend and decided, on a whim, to go with them to Easter Vigil services. As a child, her family had never done what they called "Easter Midnight Mass", preferring to go to the late morning Mass on Sunday, and, as an adult "Christmas and Easter Catholic", she continued the practice on those occasions when she needed the "fix".
Zoey explained that they would start outside the church where a fire would be lit.The Easter Candle would be lit from that fire and then carried into the darkened church by the deacon. The servers would light tapers from the candle and as the congregation entered the building, they would light their tapers from those held by the servers. There would be seven readings from the Old Testament, ("Fourteen if you count the psalms that are sung after each of them", Annie chimed in), all read in darkness by a tiny penlight over the lectionary. Then the lights would come on and the Gloria would be sung. There would be an epistle, a gospel, and a homily. Any non-baptized converts would be baptized and those converts who had already been baptized in another Christian faith would formally accept the teachings of the church. The rest of Mass would follow. It would take close to three hours. "Dad always does the parting of the Red Sea reading", Ellie added.
But it was not the President's voice intoning "The Egyptians shall know that I am the Lord" she was remembering. It was that of the middle-aged woman who read the creation story as if it were a tale of awe and wonder.
"Male and female he created them"