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Date Posted: 20:31:22 02/18/04 Wed
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's message, "PWP" on 20:25:42 02/18/04 Wed
Danny's arms came around her as she drew in a shaky breath – laying her against his chest as he leaned back against the cushions of the couch. After his own breathing steadied, he stroked her cheek, speaking softly. "Bumpy ride."
"We must have hit an air pocket."
"Is that what that was?" His touch was soft in her hair, carefully wrapping one strand around his finger.
"Well, it's been a while. I could be wrong." He chuckled, and for a moment held her tighter. Closing her eyes, CJ wrapped her arms around his back, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek. For the first time in a long time, she felt content and safe in someone's arms, but it couldn't last. "We should probably…"
"Yeah." Neither of them moved, Danny's free hand moving to cup her hip. "CJ."
"Don't say it, Danny. Please."
"I'm just saying, I'm feeling awfully sober right now…And I'm wondering…"
"Don't say it."
"All right." He was silent, but she felt him stir beneath her. The words he wanted to say making him uncomfortable.
Sitting up, she met his eyes, placing a hand over his heart. "Say it."
He smiled sadly, placing his hand over hers. "Once we leave this room it'll be like this never happened."
"Danny."
He stopped her with a finger on her lips. "I know it has to be that way. But I don't want you to ever think this meant nothing – drunk or sober, CJ, this would have happened someday."
"It means more than you know," she said softly, smiling as she took in his stunned expression. She clutched his shirt with her fist. "I wish…"
"Yeah. Me too."
She nodded, shifting uncomfortably on his lap. She was suddenly acutely aware of their surroundings, and of her state of undress. "We should really…"
"Yeah."
"I mean anyone could…"
"Yeah."
Reluctantly, she slid away, feeling her own body, and his, twitch at the loss of contact. When she was steady on her feet, he grasped her hand, pulling her down next to him on the couch, while laughing softly.
"What?" A slow grin spread across her face. She loved it when he laughed.
"I think we might have a problem." He pulled her hand towards his leg, placing it on his jean-covered thigh. A thigh that was more than a little damp. "I might have some trouble explaining that."
"Oh lord." CJ blushed scarlet, a bubble of laughter breaking loose to flow between them. He took her hand away from the wet spot, entwining his fingers with hers. "What were we thinking?"
"We weren't," he chuckled, squeezing her hand. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Danny! You can't go out there like that." She was still laughing, she couldn't help herself - and it only made it worse that he found it just as funny. "And you sure as hell can't stay in here until we land."
"I know. I know." He stood, leaning over to grab her clothes from the floor as he did so. He tossed them at her, heading towards the washroom attached to the cabin, still grinning. "I'll see what I can do."
She dressed quickly, thankful Danny had been so careful removing her skirt. They already had one…mess…to clean up, she didn’t want to imagine what would happen if they'd both been caught. Of course, the question remained – how were they going to get out of this.
"Hey."
She turned to find Danny in the doorway of the washroom, and broke into laughter again. Whatever he'd done in the bathroom had only made the situation worse, his jeans now looking like they'd been involved in some kind of spectacular orgy. And to make it worse, his grin made him look like a kid caught stealing from the cookie jar. Vaguely apropos, if the White House could be considered a cookie jar.
"We need to deal with this," she said, biting her lip to keep in her laughter. "This is – not good at all."
"You know," he began, moving away from the doorway. "I wouldn't be the first guy out there to…"
"Oh, no, Danny. No. I can't let you do that." He opened his mouth to speak again, but she silenced him with a hand in the air. "No." She paused, running a hand through her hair. "You have a change of clothes in your duffel?"
"Yeah. But its out there, surrounded by reporters, and I'm in here."
"Maybe if we yell 'FIRE'?"
"CJ." He grabbed her by the shoulders, his smile never faltering. "Focus."
Taking a deep breath, she began to run through their options; and to her dismay, there weren't that many. Keeping Danny locked up in the cabin until his pants dried, and praying the stain was subtle, was beginning to seem like their only option. Unless –
She groaned, wishing she had a wall to bang her head against. There was one other option, and only one person she trusted, if what she felt right now could be called trust. "Josh."
"What?"
"Someone needs to get your bag. I can't. Not without…questions."
For the first time, Danny's smile faded slightly, his brow creasing with worry. "And how is Josh a good option?"
"Would you prefer Toby?"
"I see your point. But…"
"Thought you might. Besides, Josh thinks on his feet. He'll find a way."
Danny was silent a moment, moving back to the couch to sit on the arm and brush a hand over his jeans. He looked around the room almost sadly, his gaze finally falling back on CJ. "All right. Go get Josh."
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