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commotiocordis“I’m not permitted to discuss the behavior of the protectee.”
Post-Ep to "6 Meetings Before Lunch".
CJ/Gina, mid to high PG-13
Something had awoken C.J. Creig in the morning and she decided to do the same to Gina,
slowly and tortuously, with slow strokes teasing her body to awareness, if not immediately her
mind. They had both been slightly drunk when they made their way into Gina’s apartment late the
night before, barely keeping their hands off each other long enough for the agent to unlock her
door. However, they had both been definitely lucid enough to remember each insistent kiss, each
teasing stroke.
The sound of the front door opening was covered by Gina’s moan, now fully awake, as
she pushed her chest farther up toward C.J.’s mouth. Their actions stopped, however, and they
froze as they heard a voice coming from down the hall. “Gina? I hope it’s okay that I came over,
but I was worried, you were supposed to meet me for coffee and go over my French, remember?”
The women realized that the voice was getting closer to the bedroom door. Which was, by the
way, standing wide open.
“You didn’t close the door?!” Gina hissed into her lover’s ear.
“I was distracted!” The press secretary whispered back. They knew they didn’t have
enough time to get up and close it before the President’s daughter came within viewing distance
of the rather delectable scene in the bedroom, so they settled for pulling the sheet up off the floor
to cover their bodies. The hoped that Zoey would get the idea from the trail of clothing leading
to . . . well, the couch (they didn’t make it all the way to the bedroom the first time) and leave.
But evidently, college kids are stupid, as Zoey knocked on the door frame as she poked her head
into the bedroom.
In the split second it took Zoey to realize what was going on, her brain processed several
things. First was that the women in bed were evidently naked under the thin silk sheet. The
second was that they were most definitely entwined in an extremely suggestive way. And the
third, well, Zoey would rather have not noticed, but the sheet was clinging rather well to Gina’s
erect nipple, indicating that only moment’s before Zoey’s entry it was in C.J.’s. . . mouth . . .
eww. Blinking quite a few times to clear the image from her mind, the President’s daughter
backed away, mumbling “I’ll come back later.”
Gina was flushed from head to toe and C.J. appeared to be attempting to melt into the
mattress. They only looked at each other again after hearing the apartment door close. “Gina?”
C.J. asked.
“Yeah?"
“Remember that thing about not being able to discuss the behavior of the protectee?”
“Yeah . . . ?”
“Please tell me that works both ways!”
There was a long silence as they imagined the heckling they would get from both the
President’s staff and Gina’s Secret Service coworkers.
“I really hope so.”
Post-Ep to "6 Meetings Before Lunch".
CJ/Gina, mid to high PG-13
Something had awoken C.J. Creig in the morning and she decided to do the same to Gina,
slowly and tortuously, with slow strokes teasing her body to awareness, if not immediately her
mind. They had both been slightly drunk when they made their way into Gina’s apartment late the
night before, barely keeping their hands off each other long enough for the agent to unlock her
door. However, they had both been definitely lucid enough to remember each insistent kiss, each
teasing stroke.
The sound of the front door opening was covered by Gina’s moan, now fully awake, as
she pushed her chest farther up toward C.J.’s mouth. Their actions stopped, however, and they
froze as they heard a voice coming from down the hall. “Gina? I hope it’s okay that I came over,
but I was worried, you were supposed to meet me for coffee and go over my French, remember?”
The women realized that the voice was getting closer to the bedroom door. Which was, by the
way, standing wide open.
“You didn’t close the door?!” Gina hissed into her lover’s ear.
“I was distracted!” The press secretary whispered back. They knew they didn’t have
enough time to get up and close it before the President’s daughter came within viewing distance
of the rather delectable scene in the bedroom, so they settled for pulling the sheet up off the floor
to cover their bodies. The hoped that Zoey would get the idea from the trail of clothing leading
to . . . well, the couch (they didn’t make it all the way to the bedroom the first time) and leave.
But evidently, college kids are stupid, as Zoey knocked on the door frame as she poked her head
into the bedroom.
In the split second it took Zoey to realize what was going on, her brain processed several
things. First was that the women in bed were evidently naked under the thin silk sheet. The
second was that they were most definitely entwined in an extremely suggestive way. And the
third, well, Zoey would rather have not noticed, but the sheet was clinging rather well to Gina’s
erect nipple, indicating that only moment’s before Zoey’s entry it was in C.J.’s. . . mouth . . .
eww. Blinking quite a few times to clear the image from her mind, the President’s daughter
backed away, mumbling “I’ll come back later.”
Gina was flushed from head to toe and C.J. appeared to be attempting to melt into the
mattress. They only looked at each other again after hearing the apartment door close. “Gina?”
C.J. asked.
“Yeah?"
“Remember that thing about not being able to discuss the behavior of the protectee?”
“Yeah . . . ?”
“Please tell me that works both ways!”
There was a long silence as they imagined the heckling they would get from both the
President’s staff and Gina’s Secret Service coworkers.
“I really hope so.”
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Date: 2005-09-12 03:42 am (UTC)Anyway, thanks! Funny how one scene, one line can induce so much writing and rewriting.
Alexandria