Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Author's Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Date: 22 May 2008
Word Count: 861
Written for: AJ's Lusty Month of May 2008
Prompt: Champagne kisses
Summary: CJ's never been one for PDAs…
Series: Takes place after "Just Might Find"
, "Room With a View"
, & "Forever"
Warning: Established lesbian couple. Don't like it? Don't read it.
Disclaimer: "The West Wing", the characters and situations depicted are the property of Warner Bros. Television, John Wells Productions, NBC, etc. They are borrowed without permission, but without the intent of infringement. This site is in no way affiliated with "The West Wing", NBC, or any representatives of Allison Janney or Emily Procter. This site contains stories between two mature, consenting adult females.
Author's Notes: Okay, so this one took me a while to come up with a good idea, I admit that freely. I'd wanted it in the little universe I'd created for CJ and Ainsley, but couldn't come up with a good idea.
Dedication: My muses, for always pulling thru for me in the end…
, as usual…
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"I love you, Ainsley."
Four simple words I adore hearing. And they've stopped me dead in my tracks.
It's not that she's never said them to me before. Oh no, countless times. With our friends and family present even. Just never in public.
CJ is making an impassioned speech for the Safe Haven bill to a group of conservative businessmen who are trying to stop a shelter from being built on land they want for development. She's been lobbying this bill for government funded domestic abuse shelters to every single group she can possibly think of, crisscrossing the country like a migrating bird. It was Liz Bartlet's idea initially, oddly enough, but the minute CJ heard about it, she was all over the prospect. I think Liz and her mother did that on purpose.
I admit that I've tuned out most of the speech. This is the fifth or sixth time I've heard it in public. That doesn't count how many times I had to listen to her fighting with Toby over some obscure reference point that one or the other wanted to include. But those four words have never been involved in any draft of this speech.
In fact, I've
never been involved in her speech at all. So why now? And to a group of stodgy, old, set in their ways Republican business men in Dallas, Texas, no less. I could see if she'd included me when she spoke to the GLAAD group last week. It would have made more sense. But now? What could she possibly gain from…?
This is being telecast live. She's been gearing up for this particular appearance for weeks now.
CJ just came out. On local television, granted, but this is CJ Cregg. The minute the local press puts this out on the wire, the entire country will be airing this speech. Hell, the entire world may well be airing it. And she just came out and announced her love for me. Knowing full well what kind of media circus this could turn into.
Thinking back, I realize this is due to the fight we had a couple of weeks ago. I've wanted to let more people know about this fantastically beautiful woman that I adore more than anything else. But she's balked every time I've requested to let other people know. Never allowed any sort of PDAs where someone might see. Obviously blowing up at her about this issue has made her rethink her position.
I feel a sense of giddiness overcoming me, and I drain my glass of champagne in a single, choking gulp. She's opening the floor to questions. I hope she knows what she's doing. They're going to eat her alive if she's not careful. Pausing next to a table that still sports a mostly full tray of shrimp, I nibble absently as I watch CJ in her element.
She glances over at me once or twice, flashing me with that sweet, almost tentative smile that I've always associated with the extent of her PDAs. Only now, there's something more there, something oddly hypnotic in the twinkle in her eyes.
Before I realize it, the shrimp plate is empty and CJ's wrapping up the question and answer period. My feet are leading me toward the podium before I even realize I'm moving. There are two flutes of champagne in my hands, their fizzing sparkles tickling my nose. CJ turns to acknowledge me, a full-blown smile lighting up her face in a way it hasn't since our fight. She takes one of the flutes and raises it to me in silent tribute before taking a sip.
I'm riveted by the sight of her throat swallowing the champagne, followed by her tongue swiping across her lower lip to catch an errant droplet. That's all it takes and I move closer, free hand moving up to cup the back of her head. She doesn't even put up a struggle and I pull her down to flick my own tongue against her lip to pick up anything she might have missed.
I barely notice as the champagne is plucked from my hand; all I know is that I now have the ability to hold CJ closer as lips slide effortlessly against each other. We've kissed before, many more times than I can count, and I still get that first kiss flutter in the pit of my stomach every single time. I can't help moaning softly as her tongue glides across my lower lip before delving in to tangle with my own. Nothing else exists but CJ right now and that fact that she's trembling as she fights the urge to do something wholly inappropriate. I want… Oh, god! She's biting my lower lip, tugging gently. She knows that makes me weak in the knees. Damn it, CJ! That's not fair.
And then she's pulling away, stroking my cheek. "I love you, Ainsley," she murmurs huskily, eyes full of promises I suddenly know she'll die to keep. "I'm sorry."
"I love--" The flashes from half a dozen cameras suddenly blind me, making me cringe for the briefest of moments. "I love you, too, CJ."