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Subject: {ASSM} [sapphic] AnnD RP "Bipartisanship" FF (1/1)
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Since this is a piece of fan fiction, I really don't think it needs
much in the way of an introduction.  Other than to say that I think
good fan fiction is sometimes harder to write than original works
because you are in someone else's playground, using characters not
your own.  Hopefully, this story is equal to the task.


	Bipartisanship - A West Wing Story
  (An Alternate Version of In This White House)
            by Ann Douglas

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of
sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by
Aaron Sorkin and the NBC network. This story is intended for
the non-commerical enjoyment of fans and should be considered a
parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be
made from the distribution of this story.


	Leo McGarry, White House Chief Of Staff, walked down the
halls of the West Wing.  Stopping in front of the Office of the
Press Secretary, he took a long deep breath before stepping into
the doorway.  Inside he found Sam Seaborn, the Deputy
Communications Director having a conversation with the owner of
the office, C.J. Cregg.

	?The two of you,?  he said as he got their attention, ?come
take a walk with me.?

	?What?s going on??  asked Sam as he followed Leo?s
instructions, with C.J. a few steps behind him.

	The veteran Chief of Staff didn?t immediately respond,
thinking it was fortunate that he caught the two of them together.
At least he wouldn?t have to do this twice.  Waiting until they were
out in the middle of the hall, he said what was on his mind.

	?I wanted to tell you this out where there were people so
you wouldn't scream about it,?  Leo said, wishing he were already
on the way back to his office.

	?Scream about what??  an already suspicious C.J. asked.

	?The woman who was on Capitol Beat with Sam Sunday
night...?  Leo began to reply.

	A few days before, Sam, as he had done many times before,
had appeared on one of the Sunday Political Debate shows.
Normally on one of these appearances, the Deputy Director of
Communications wiped the floor with whoever the Republicans
slotted to appear opposite him.  Especially if his counterpart
happened to be part of the more Conservative branch of the G.O.P.

	To first his amusement, then his dismay, this time they had
set him up with a young, rather attractive, but relatively unknown
Political Activist named Ainsley Hayes.  Not only did she prove to
be a smart, knowledgeable and committed opponent, she was skilled
enough to catch Sam off guard when he made a mistake and
proceeded to mop up the floor with him instead.  Even now, Sam
remembered the words he had murmured to himself; ?Please, oh
please, let them not be watching.?

	The ?them? being the rest of President Bartlet?s staff, and
of course at least one of them had been watching.  He learned
later on his return to the White House that his friend and the
Deputy Chief of Staff, Josh Lyman, had run into the office of
Sam?s boss, Toby Ziegler and shouted:

	?Toby, come quick.  Sam?s getting his ass kicked by a girl.?

	To which Toby, whom he also considered one of his best
friends, replied by calling out to his aide, Ginger, to get the
popcorn before following Josh back to the TV room.

	Over the last few days, Sam?s performance, or perhaps his
lack there of, had been a sore point for the Deputy
Communications Director.

	?What about her??  Sam asked, as if he could?ve forgotten
about her so soon.

	?I?m offering her a job,?  Leo said, hurrying to get the words
out.

	?Where??  Sam interjected.

	?Here,?  the Chief of Staff said in a calm tone.

	?Are you kidding?? C.J. said, her voice registering shock and
dismay.

	?No,? Leo simply replied.

	?Are you kidding?? C.J. repeated, her voice rising in volume.

	?No,?  Leo again likewise repeated.

	?Are you kidding?? C.J. repeated once more, her voice now
more than doubling in volume.

	?No!?  Leo said once more, this time with an air of finality.

	?Well, what the hell made you think I wouldn?t scream where
there are people?? the six foot Press Secretary shouted loud
enough to make everyone in hearing distance stop what they were
doing and turn in her direction.

	?Took a shot,? Leo said with a smile and a shrug of his
shoulders.

	?Leo!?  C.J. retorted in the same loud tone, this time joined
by Sam.

	But having said his piece, Leo McGarry once again became
the strong arm of the President and shushed their voices, leading
them back to C.J.?s office.  While he might not have fully agreed
with the decision either, the President had decided he wanted the
bright young woman hired, regardless of her Party or political
outlook.  And what the President wanted, his Chief of Staff would
make sure that he got.

	The funny thing about it all, he thought as he finally headed
back to his office, he?d thought it would be Sam who had the most
forceful objections to the new addition to the staff.  He?d been
surprised to find it had come instead from C.J.


	A few days later, C.J. sat in her office at the end of yet
another long and tiring day.  The surrounding offices and desks
were empty, with most of the staff attending a farewell.  She
wasn?t in the mood for a party.  More specifically, she wasn?t in the
mood for who she might run into at the party.

	She had only had one run in so far in the past few days with
the newest of the  Associate White House Counsels and C.J. was
thankful for that.  She was even more thankful that during that
brief encounter, Ainsley didn?t seem to remember ever meeting the
Press Secretary before.

	The tall brunette looked down into the drink she had poured
for herself a few minutes earlier.  It was rare that she drank in
the office, but today she really felt like she needed it.  The dark
amber of the liquid reminded her of another drink in another city.
One from another life, not so many years before.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	The bar of the Revere Hotel was filled with the usual mix of
Boston Cliques, one so different from the ones C.J. had become
used to the last year in Los Angeles.  Sometimes it was hard to
realize that both cities were part of the same country.

	They were so different, yet some things were universal.
People young and not so young gravitated to places like this.  Some
came to try and meet that special someone that they could spend
the rest of their life with, or only maybe just the next few hours.
Others just came to drown their sorrows and maybe try to forget.
At this moment, C.J. would have to put herself in the latter
category.

	Her problem was three thousand miles away, in a city where
the sun hadn?t even set yet.  Still, she couldn?t get it from her
mind, no matter how hard she tried.

	In the beginning, she knew taking the job at Triton-Day
Public Relations had been a major mistake.  Her real love had been
working on the campaigns of local and state Democrats, trying hard
to make a difference.

	 Still, it was hard to say no to Isabel when she offered her
the position.  Hard to say no to a house in Beverly Hills, or to a
salary that could be almost half a million a year.  In fact, the only
real hesitation she felt at the time was because she and her new
Boss had been lovers for the previous few weeks.

	Yet in the end, she had proved herself adept in this strange
new world.  So much so that no one cared in the least whose bed
she sometimes shared.  That was the key word, C.J. reminded
herself as she took a hard swallow of the dark drink she had
ordered - ?sometimes?.

	Isabel was a faithless lover, and made no secret of the fact.
At first, C.J. had been so taken with her that she didn?t want to
believe that.  Not even when people she trusted began to pass
along late night gossip that they knew to be far more than rumors.
No, she couldn?t bring herself to believe it, until the night she saw
it for herself.  The night she had practically had a front row seat
to what a fool she had made of herself.

	It had been one of the premier Hollywood social events of
the season.  One in which anyone not invited might just as well have
closed up shop and moved out of town.  Everyone who was anyone
was at that party, and Isabel had approached it like a cat in heat.
They hadn?t been at the party a half hour when C.J. realized that
her significant other was nowhere to be found.

	A wrong turn in search for the second floor bathroom had
led C.J. to the door of a bedroom where she was sure she heard
Isabel?s voice.  It was almost like the plot of one of those horrible
B-Movies that Triton-Day was constantly promoting.  A peek
behind that door forever ended the personal aspects of their
relationship.

	The voice had been Isabel?s alright, and she was far from
alone.  The woman C.J. thought she loved was spread out, disrobed,
on the bed, accompanied by two young men as naked as she was.
C.J. recognized both of them as up and coming actors, each the
star of a newly released hit film.  Triton-Day had been trying to
work out a representation deal with the both of them for months.

	At the moment, Isabel was practicing a most particular form
of enticement, as she took one young man between her legs and the
other in her mouth.  From the look on her face, C.J. got the
impression that Isabel was enjoying the negotiations as much as
they obviously were.

	From that day on, C.J. had become just another employee at
the public relations firm, never again spending an intimate moment
with her now lost love.  The worst part of it all was that not only
had Isabel not seemed to care, she hadn?t even ever asked why.
Too good at what she was doing and actually beginning to enjoy it
as well, C.J. wouldn?t give her the satisfaction of quitting.  As long
as she continued to keep the money rolling in, Isabel seemed to be
just as happy with that situation as well.

	Realizing that she needed to get away for a few days, if only
to gain some perspective in her life, C.J. had jumped at the chance
to spend a weekend in Boston. The Studios had asked for someone
to participate in a televised debate at Harvard on the
ever-continuing argument about there being too much sex and
violence in movies and Hollywood?s responsibility to curb it.   Not
that the Studios planned to do anything to curb such things.
There was too much money to be made with such movies.  But by
taking part in the debate, however, it gave the appearance that
they were concerned.

	Downing the last of her drink, C.J. cautioned herself that
she had better slow down on the hard stuff.  Otherwise she?d be in
no shape to debate even the stuffy old windbags that usually sat
on these panels, condemning the filth that passed for
entertainment these days and at the same time, committing even
greater obscenities in their business dealings.  She was about to
order something different when a soft-spoken voice interrupted
her.

	?Excuse me, but aren?t you Claudia Cregg??  said a young,
long haired blond woman dressed in a white blouse and jeans who
had stepped up behind her.

	?I think only my mother calls me that these days,?  C.J.
smiled,  ?but yes I?m Claudia Cregg.  What can I do for you??

	?My name is Ainsley,? the excited twenty-something year old
said.  ?Ainsley Hayes.  I?m in my last year at Harvard, Harvard Law
that is, I got my Batchelor?s Degree back home in South Carolina.?

	?Well with an accent like that,?  C.J. smiled,  ?I really didn?t
think you where a Boston native.  So what can I do for you Ainsley
Hayes from South Carolina.?

	?Not much really,?  the younger woman said, continuing in her
own unique speech pattern.  ?I thought I recognized you and
wanted to say hello.?

	?You recognized me??  C.J. asked curiously.

	?I?m one of the students on the committee that is
co-sponsoring the debate tomorrow,? Ainsley went on.  ?In fact I?m
on the show.  I was here with some friends and saw you when we
were leaving.  I didn?t want to pass up the chance to meet you.?

	?I didn?t know that the Agency had sent a picture along with
their acceptance letter,? C.J. commented.

	?Oh they didn?t,?  Ainsley replied. ?I remember you from
College.?

	?I went to Berkeley,?  C.J. said a little confused, ?and you
said you went to school in South Carolina??

	?Oh I didn?t mean we went to school together,?  the girl
went on.  ?I meant that I was still an undergrad when I saw you in
South Carolina.  You were helping run the Whitmore Campaign.?

	Pieces quickly fell in place and C.J. now knew what the girl
was talking about.  A few years back, she had been working on the
Election Committee for Doris Ann  Whitmore, who was running for
the State Legislature down in South Carolina.  It had been a rough
election, with her coming from behind to close to a statistical dead
heat with the incumbent.

	?I take it you followed the campaign pretty well??  C.J.
asked.

	?Actually I did a study on it for my Political Studies course,?
Ainsley said. ?The view of which was how the media coverage of the
candidate?s personal life eclipsed every other issue in the last week
and decided the election.?

	C.J. remembered that week well.  Nine days before people
cast their ballots, a story surfaced in the papers hinting that the
relationship between Doris Whitmore and her long-term personal
assistant went far beyond what was considered normal Especially in
the conservative district she was running in.

	No one ever came out and accused her of being a lesbian, but
the implication was there.  The story had been totally false, but
contained enough facts that it couldn?t easily be brushed aside.

	C.J. had been in a position to know a great deal about the
candidate?s sexual preference.  Then problem was that while Doris
was decidedly heterosexual, the truth was that her assistant
wasn?t.  That Doris was in no way the object of her affections
didn?t seem to matter to those who planted the story.

	She did what damage control she could, but there wasn?t
enough time.  Doris had lost by an overwhelming margin that in no
way reflected the last polls before the story broke.

	?That?s what I want to do after I get my degree,?  Ainsley
said.

	?Lose elections??  C.J. laughed.

	?No,?  the younger woman laughed back.  ?Be involved in
politics.?

	?Well it?s a tough field to get into,?  C.J. offered.

	?Oh I know that,?  Ainsley replied.  ?But I think I have a
good chance to Clerk at the Supreme Court after graduation...?

	?The Supreme Court??  C.J. interrupted, ?the one in
Washington D.C.??

	?That?s the one,?  a smiling Ainsley answered.

	?I?m impressed,?  the older woman replied.

	 It was becoming increasingly obvious to her that while the
young blond might come off at first like a lightweight, there was
something definitely stronger behind those eyes.  And they were
such beautiful eyes as well.

	?I was wondering if I could buy you a drink??  Ainsley asked.
?My Daddy always said that you appreciate someone?s work, you
should always be willing to show it.?

	?Sure, why not??  C.J. replied as she gestured to the empty
stool next to her.

	As she sat down, Ainsley made a gesture to the bartender
and pointed to C.J.?s drink.  The obvious indication was to give her a
refill.

	?Why don?t we make the next one a Grasshopper??  C.J. said
as the bartender picked up her empty glass and she remembered
what she?d been thinking just  before her new friend had
introduced herself.

	?I?ll just have a Fresca,?  Ainsley said to the young man
behind the bar.

	?You?re not drinking??  C.J. asked.

	?I already had a few beers with some friends,?  she
explained,  ?and if I drink too much I just get sick.?

	C.J. didn?t want to say what happened to her when she had
too much to drink.  Not when she was becoming much too aware of
the curvature of the college woman?s breasts and how much of
them were visible through the open buttons at the top of her
blouse.

	Twenty minutes later, C.J. found that she was right in her
initial assumption that Ainsley Hayes was anything but a
lightweight.  Her memory was phenomenal, rattling off the details
of a dozen election campaigns she had studied.

	She also became aware that there was something else
passing between them.  At least she thought there was.  If this
was L.A., she would?ve been in a bar where it might?ve been more
obvious, but the crowd here was so mixed that anything was
possible.  With as many drinks as she?d had this evening, she knew
she could be imagining it all.

	?I?d really like the opportunity to know you better,?  Ainsley
finally said in a quiet voice that carried many possible
interpretations.  After all, the young woman speaking those words
was almost half C.J.?s age.

	Those possibilities narrowed down to almost a certainty as
unnoticed by either C.J. or the people around her, the future
lawyer slid her hand along the bar railing and laid it on top of C.J.?s.

	That simple physical contact, so innocent and yet at the
same time so erotic sent a shiver through the older woman.  A
shiver centered between her legs.  Forgetting that Ainsley had
already paid for their drinks, C.J. dropped a ten-dollar bill on the
counter and stood to her full six-foot height.

	?I?m in room 1209,?  she said to Ainsley, hoping that she
hadn?t badly misinterpreted what had just happened.

	?1209,?  Ainsley repeated just loud enough for C.J. to hear,
confirming that her take on the situation hadn?t been in error.

	Ainsley finished her soda, giving C.J. time to exit the bar
and take the elevator up to the fourth floor.  Then, leaving the ten
dollars as a tip for the bartender, she followed C.J.?s steps out of
the bar.


	C.J. barely had time to splash cold water on her face in the
bathroom before there was a loud  knock at the door of her room.
She took a few moments to check her appearance in the mirror,
then her blouse and slacks.  The matching jacket to her outfit had
been discarded the moment she was back in the room.

	Reaching to unlock the door, C.J. had the briefest of
hesitations.  It wasn?t as if she felt any guilt about cheating on
Isabel, that part of her life was definitely over.  No, it was the
fact that aside from her now former lover, it had been quite some
time since she?d been with anyone.

	?Hi Ainsley,?  C.J. beamed as she opened the door and saw
the younger blond haired woman standing in the hall.

	For a moment, Ainsley returned C.J.?s smile.  Then, without a
word, she stepped right by the taller woman and into the room.
Out of an old habit, C.J. leaned forward a little and looked up and
down the corridor, making sure it was empty.  No sooner had she
did, she felt a little silly about it.  After all, there were a hundred
reasons as to why the young blond might be visiting her room.

	Stepping back into her room and closing the door, C.J.
started to turn around to face her guest.  Ainsley took her by
surprise and she abruptly threw her arms around the brunette and
pulled their bodies together.  Their lips met with a hunger C.J.
hadn?t felt in a long, long time.

	The press of Ainsley?s lips was electric, C.J. thought, there
was no other word for it.  Their softness exceeded only by that of
her tongue as it slid effortlessly into C.J.?s mouth.  The taller
woman also became aware of an equally soft hand on her breast,
caressing her nipple even through the material of her blouse and
bra.

	?Wow!? C.J. exclaimed as they lips finally parted.

	?I think that people feel sort of  awkward until they have
their first real kiss,?  Ainsley explained as she took a step back
from C.J. and moved to the center of the room.  ?They try to act
cool and all that, but all they can think about it what it?s going to
feel like to kiss that person.  After that, everything comes pretty
natural.  So I just get it out of the way in the beginning.?

	?Not a bad idea,?  C.J. said softly as she pressed her fingers
to her lips, still tingling from Ainsley?s touch.

	?Nice room,?  the law student said as she took in her
surroundings.  ?The school usually doesn?t spring for rooms this
comfortable.?

	?Well actually the Agency is ....?

	?So, do you have a lover??  Ainsley interrupted as she
stepped back to C.J. and placed her outstretched hand on the
center of C.J.?s chest.

	?Well, I ...?  C.J. started to answer.

	?Not that it bothers me if you do, if you?re cool with it and
all.?

	?Well I really haven?t thought ...?

	?Are we going to talk all night, or do you want to get naked??
Ainsley said as she pressed her lips against C.J.?s once more, this
time kissing her just long enough for the sensation to register.  ?I
don?t know about you, but I could use a bath.?

	Again without waiting for a response, Ainsley began to
unbutton her blouse, her fingers moving quickly until her bra and
the bare skin around it were all that was left.  Not missing a beat,
she undid the center clasp of her simple bra and tossed that the
way of her shirt.

	C.J. looked enviously at the round firm breasts of the
younger girl.  The porcelain white skin and the small rich nipples
that capped each one.  It had been many years since the public
relations expert?s own mounds had been that firm.

	Ainsley didn?t seem to even notice that C.J. was staring as
she slid down first her jeans, and then the panties beneath them.
The absence of the latter exhibited a smooth shaved pussy.  In
less time that it had taken for her to say it, the smaller woman
was totally nude.

	?Well ...?  she said as she finally noticed that C.J. was still
fully clothed.

	A moment passed as C.J. slowly reached up and started to
undo her own blouse.

	?Oh let me help,?  Ainsley said as she started on the bottom
button and met C.J. halfway to the top.

	As C.J.?s top joined Ainsley?s on the floor, the young blond
kissed the exposed top of the older woman?s breasts.  She pulled
down the cups, running her tongue across the larger, darker nipples
beneath.

	?Oh yes,?  C.J. sighed at her touch, repeating it even louder
as Ainsley took the whole nipple between her lips.

	At the same time, the younger woman undid the clasp holding
C.J.?s slacks.  Soon they were down on the floor as well.

	Without releasing her hold on C.J.?s breasts, Ainsley slid her
hand down C.J.?s back, beneath the waistband of her light blue
panties.  Ainsley?s fingers tickled the cheeks of C.J.?s ass, then slid
across her leg to the wetness of her mound.

	?Oh God, yes!? C.J. moaned even louder as she felt two
slender fingers slide inside of her, pressing against her clitoris.

	Ainsley massaged the depths of C.J.?s sex for a little longer,
then removed her fingers, closing them on the rim of the
underwear, pulling them down C.J.?s long legs.

	Sliding her hands back up those smooth legs, Ainsley paused
just long enough to kiss the dark mound between. A mound rich
with the scent of C.J.?s arousal.

	?Mmmmmm,?  Ainsley purred as she pressed her nimble
tongue deep between the folds of the older woman?s sex.

	?Oh yes,?  C.J. signed in response, the soft pressure against
her clit triggering a response across her body.

	Ainsley guided her tongue back and forth a few more times,
just enough to give both of them a taste of what was to come.

	With a slight reluctance to leave her new prize, the blond
haired young woman stood up and kissed her new love.  C.J. pressed
back hard, tasting the excitement of her own body on Ainsley?s
lips.

	?I think we?re ready for that bath,?  the college student said
after they?d exchanged a few more kisses.


	The bath in the executive suite was equipped with both a
stand-alone shower and a Jacuzzi, the latter of which was more
than big enough for two.  C.J. turned on the water to fill the large
oversized tub while Ainsley looked through the small collection of
complimentary bath products.

	Finding the one she was looking for, Ainsley poured the
contents of the white bottle into the tub.  Then, leaning past C.J.,
she pressed the button that started up the water jets.  Almost
instantly, the liquid she had added to the water began to
transform into mountains of suds.

	?I love bubbles,? she smiled at C.J. before climbing into the
tub.

	C.J. followed her in, stretching out on the opposite wall.  The
two women just laid back for a minute, letting the hot water and
bubbles wash over their bodies.

	?Oh this feels so good,?  C.J. said as she let herself be
carried away by the experience.

	?Well I know how to make it feel better,?  Ainsley laughed
softly as she turned her body and slid up alongside the taller
woman.

	Their bodies now covered with layers of suds, they pressed
against each other, their wet skin causing them to slip and slide.
Soft hands explored each other?s bodies, covering every inch of
the exposed flesh.

	C.J. and Ainsley sat up on their knees, each taking a large
handful of bubbles and washing the breasts of the other.  Nimble
fingers caressed twin sets of hard nipples, squeezing the supple
flesh around them as well.

	?Oh baby,?  Ainsley said as she wiped away enough of the
soapy film to take C.J.?s nipple into her mouth,  ?you are so hot.?

	Releasing the nipple, the younger woman stuck out her
tongue and traced a line around C.J.?s darker aerole.  With a
spirited eagerness, she tickled the stubby nub again and again.
Her other hand continued to massage the matching globe beside it.
C.J.?s own hands continued to explore Ainsley as well, sliding one
hand beneath the water and between the blonde?s legs.

	Holding onto each other, they shifted position once more,
this time with Ainsley pressing against the side of the tub, her
breasts over the rim and C.J. pressing up against her back.

	C.J.?s hands started at Ainsley?s neck and slid then down her
the smaller woman?s back and then around her waist and up to her
breasts.  Soft kisses now followed the path her hands had just
blazed, starting at the lobe of Ainsley?s ear, then her neck.

	Ainsley shifted her body just enough to let C.J. reach her
nipples.  Lifting her body even more, Ainsley raised her ass out of
the water, a soft, inviting treasure that quickly drew C.J.?s
attention as well.  Running her hands now up and down the full
length of the blonde?s body, C.J. went from massaging her soft
globes to sliding down once more under the water to the hairless
sex between Ainsley?s legs.

	?Oh baby, that is so nice,?  Ainsley said softly as she tilted
her head back to kiss C.J. in appreciation.

	Ainsley slid her body back and forth, keeping in time with
the movement of C.J.?s eager hands as they played with her sex.
The warmth of the water soon paled next to the rising heat of her
body, a heat generated by C.J.?s talented touch.

	?Yes, oh yes!?  Ainsley called out as she felt the prerush of a
rising orgasm.

	With both of C.J.?s hands now occupied between Ainsley?s
legs, the lithe blond cupped her own breasts and played with them.
All the while gyrating her body back and forth, urging on the
woman behind her.

	C.J. shifted to the right, just enough so that she could
continue to play with Ainsley?s bare mound with one hand while
replacing the student?s hand on her right breast with her own.  Not
satisfied with just being able to touch Ainsley?s nipples with her
hand, she continued to shift her body until she could take it once
more also in her mouth.

	?I?m going to come!?  Ainsley gasped as she felt her last
measure of control crumble under the storm of  C.J.?s desire.

	Her body quaked as C.J. held her tight, sharing in the climax
she had produced.  Their lips met zestfully, their tongues
intertwining.  Water splashed over their bodies and the side of the
tub as they let the raging waves engulf them both.

	They held each other tight as the tides they generated
subsided both in the tub and within their bodies.  Ainsley kissed
C.J.?s cheek, then began to move down her body as she gently
guided her to the small shelf on the wall side of the tub, spreading
her log legs once she was seated.

	Ainsley ran her hand up and down the length of C.J.?s chest,
rubbing her breasts and stomach, then returning to her legs and
the treasure between them.  C.J. also caressed her body, following
the wet trails Ainsley left behind. Lifting herself a little higher,
the shorter girl kissed first C.J.?s belly, then moved down to the
left thigh and over to the right.  She repeated this two more
times, moving closer to the center with each repetition.

	Finally her oral caress reached the brown haired center,
planting first soft kisses, then probing thrusts into the center of
it.  The effect on C.J. was apparent as she leaned back against the
wall for support.

	Parting the folds with two of her fingers, Ainsley?s tongue
once more found the sweet prize she had only sampled a short time
before.  With a practiced skill, she tickled it with her tongue,
alternating between that and her equally soft lips.

	C.J. closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her.
Using the wall behind her to keep her steady, she alternated her
own touch between Ainsley and her own body.  The blond girl
returned the gesture, using her one free hand to massage C.J. as
well.

	The encouraging moans of the older woman filled the room,
growing in volume and intensity. Ainsley continued her efforts,
spurred on by C.J.?s response.

	Knowing that C.J. was close to the edge, but not wanting to
have her reach it just yet, Ainsley shifted her attention upward.
Her darting tongue worked its way up the tall woman?s body,
stopping to pay carefully attention to her highly sensitive breasts.
Pressing her body against C.J.?s, she sought out her mouth one
more time, sharing the passion she felt inside her.

	As they kissed, she ran one hand down C.J.?s wet body,
sliding two fingers up inside of her.  She pumped them in and out as
they continued to kiss, moving her hand faster and faster.

	It didn?t take much of this to shatter C.J.?s control, just as
she had shattered Ainsley?s.  The nimble blond quickly once more
replaced her hand with her mouth, just in time to savor the
rapture of C.J.?s own climax.

	They slid back into the tub, both of their bodies stretching
out the length of the Jacuzzi.  This time it was C.J. on the bottom,
her arms wrapped around Ainsley, holding her tight against her and
letting her share the warmth of her body.

	They floated there for a while, trading kisses and soft
touches.  The automatic timer on the water jets had shut them off
and finally not even the heat of their bodies could keep the water
from growing cold.

	?The water?s getting cold,?  C.J. said as she kissed the top of
Ainsley?s head.  ?We should get out of here, but I don?t want to let
go of you.?

	?I don?t want to let go out you either,?  Ainsley said as she
nestled her head between C.J.?s breasts,  ?but I don?t think you?re
looking at the big picture.?

	?Which is??

	?Well, we do have a whole suite to ourselves,?  Ainsley said in
that adorable southern drawl.  ?Which happens to include a big,
warm, and an ever so soft bed.?

	C.J. thought about for a second, then agreed that she was
indeed not looking at the big picture.

	Before the night was over, they sampled the softness of the
bed, as well as that of the couch.  The thick rug on the sitting
room provided a more than adequate surface as well.  They even
found the time to sample the hotel?s delicious cuisine through a
very early morning call to room service.  Although Ainsley insisted
that they really couldn?t call it early morning if they hadn?t gone to
sleep yet.  Merely using the bed didn?t count.

	Together they watched the sunrise, still naked in each
other?s arms as they fed each other some of the delicacies they
ordered.

	?Omigod, I can?t believe we?ve been at it all night,?  C.J. said
as she looked at the clock on the wall.  ?It?s been a long time since
I?ve pulled an all-nighter.?

	?Are you complaining??

	?Not at all,?  she replied as she kissed Ainsley softly.

	The ringing of the telephone interrupted the kiss and C.J.,
reluctant to let the outside word intrude on their joy, hesitated to
answer it.  Finally, on the sixth ring she picked it up.

	?Good morning, Ms. Cregg,?  a too chipper young male voice
said as she put the receiver to her ear.  ?This is the front desk
with your wake up call.  I?m told that the Agency car will be around
to pick you up in an hour  We hope you had a restful night.?

	?Oh shit!?  C.J. exclaimed as she hung up the phone without
even thanking the desk clerk.  ?I forgot all about the discussion
panel.  My ride is going to be here in an hour.?

	?Then I guess we better get going,?  Ainsley laughed.

	?I need a shower,?  C.J. said, becoming all too aware that
their bodies were covered with the after effects of the night?s
exertions. ?I can?t show up there smelling like ...?

	?Like what??  Ainsley asked jokingly.  ?Like a woman who had
a good night??

	?You know what I mean,?  C.J. laughed back.  ?You might be
able to joke about it but if I don?t show up there on time, the
Agency is going to want to know why.  I can?t exactly tell them
that I was having the best sex of my life.?

	?Why, you think they?d be jealous??

	?Very funny,?  C.J. said, making a face at Ainsley.  ?You might
want to jump under the shower yourself.  As much as I love
smelling you like that, the other panel members might not
understand.?

	?We could share a shower,?  Ainsley suggested with a wicked
smile.

	?Not if we want to be dressed in an hour,?  C.J. said.  ?I can?t
picture us getting right in and out of there.?

	?Probably so,?  Ainsley finally agreed as she jumped naked
out of the bed.  ?In fact, maybe I should just get out of here and
meet you at the studio.  Just so you don?t have any more
distractions.?


	C.J. watched as Ainsley quickly put back on the no longer
fresh clothes she?d worn the previous night.  She said her
apartment was close to the studio so she?d grab a change of
clothes there.  Still buttoning her blouse, she leaned across the
bed and kissed C.J. one last time.  To the Public Relations Agent?s
gratification, even this last kiss was as fulfilling as had been the
first.

	As she watched Ainsley?s grab her bag and run out the door,
C.J. found herself wondering if it would?ve really been so bad if
they?d spent just ten or twenty minutes in the shower.


	After a frantic race across town in which she came to the
conclusion that the limo driver spent his summers on the Nascar
Circuit, C.J. made it to the college studio with only twenty minutes
to spare.  A staffer rushed her through make-up, applying just
enough that she wouldn?t actually look as tired as she felt under
the harsh studio lights.  She hoped Ainsley made it here in time as
well since she didn?t see her when she arrived at the studio.  C.J.
was tempted to ask about her, but then might be asked how she
knew the law student.

	C.J. was even more confused when she stepped out onto the
auditorium stage and found her nameplate on the table
representing the liberal position.  There were three other
nameplates, the chairs behind all of them already filled.  Ainsley
filled none of those chairs.

	?Thirty seconds,?  a loud offstage voice announced.

	C.J. slid into her chair, wondering what had happened to her
overnight guest. The answer came a few seconds later as Ainsley
appeared from behind the curtain on the other end of the stage.
C.J. had to say that the younger woman looked as fresh as if she?d
slept the entire night, which of course the panel member knew
hadn?t been the case.

	?Maybe she?s one of the panel?s moderators,?  C.J. thought as
she remembered that she had never actually asked Ainsley what
her part was in the debate.

	There were few times in C.J. Cregg?s almost four decades of
life that she had been taken totally by surprise.  In that moment,
she knew that number had just increased by one.

	Ainsley, now dressed in a soft blue dress, walked over to the
moderator at the center table.  She leaned over to say something
to the young man on the other side of the table, incidentally giving
C.J. one last view of the perfect ass she had so lovingly admired
only a few hours before.

	Then to C.J. ?s disbelief, her new found love passed behind
the moderator?s desk and sat instead at that of the opposition.
Only then did C.J. finally notice the nameplate that read Ainsley
Hayes on that table.


	Over the next hour, C.J. discovered that Ainsley?s debating
skills were at the very least the equal of her lovemaking talents.
One by one, C.J. and her fellow panel members found themselves on
the losing end of an argument.  Then, before she knew it, the house
lights went up and it was all over.

	Still stunned, C.J. sat in her seat as the fellow members of
the panel quickly left for other appointments.  When she finally
rose to her feet, she saw Ainsley standing by the same curtain she
had entered from.  It was obvious that she was waiting for her.

	Moving to her side, C.J. opened her mouth to say the words
that had been on the tip of her tongue for the last hour, but
Ainsley held up her hand to stop her.

	?Backstage,?  she said as she pulled aside the curtain.  ?We?ll
be able to talk more privately.?

	C.J. followed her a dozen feet down a now empty corridor,
stopping when the blond turned to face her.  Finally, she couldn?t
hold the words in check any longer.

	?You?re a Republican??  she said, her tone a mixture of shock
and disbelief.

	?You don?t have to say it like it?s a disease,?  Ainsley replied.

	?You?re a Republican?? C.J. asked again, her voice rising in
volume.  ?And we ...?

	?And I love women too.  You make it sound like a
contradiction in terms,?  Ainsley said. ?That?s pretty arrogant don?t
you think?  Why is it so hard to accept that not everyone fits into
some nice little mold.  That you can have dark skin and hold
conservative beliefs, or that you can love another woman but not
blindly accept a liberal agenda. I don?t love my country any less
than you do, and I want the best for it as well.  It?s only the path
to what?s best for it that we disagree on.?

	?But you?re a Republican!!!?  C.J. said a third time, now
practically shouting loud enough for those stagehands beyond the
curtain to hear.  This time it was now a statement rather than a
question.

	Ainsley realized that nothing she could say at this moment
was going to make the least bit of difference.  Whatever had
happened last night, however wonderful it had been, was never
going to get past those three little words.

	?I?m sorry C.J., I really am,?  Ainsley said before she turned
and walked away.  ?I think we could?ve left politics at the door and
really had something together.?

	With that she was gone, leaving C.J. standing there alone.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	C.J. was still alone, sitting in her office and staring at the
drink before her.  The memory of that night had never left her, or
the promise it had contained.  All because she couldn?t see beyond
her black and white views.  They were the good guys, she thought,
which obviously made the other side the bad guys.  It wasn?t until
she really got to play in the big leagues that she finally understood
what Ainsley had been trying to say.

	The tragedy was that she had come to understand it far too
late to make a difference.  And now that choice had come back to
haunt her.

	?Knock, knock,?  a quiet voice said from the open doorway.

	C.J. looked up to see the newest Associate White House
Counsel standing out in the hallway.  C.J. couldn?t help but notice
that she was smiling.

	?I noticed that you weren?t at the party,?  Ainsley said.

	?I guess I wasn?t really in the party mood,?  C.J. replied.

	?Was it really the party, or just who you might run into
there??  Ainsley asked.  ?I?ve gotten the impression this last week
that you?ve been avoiding me.?

	?That?s nonsense,? C.J. forced a laugh as she stood up from
her desk and made a show of packing up her things.  ?Whatever
would I want to avoid you for??

	?Well, you didn?t exactly act like someone who shared what
we once shared,?  Ainsley added, stepping closer to the desk,  ?even
if it was only that once.?

	?Like you said, it was only that once,?  C.J. said as she picked
up her purse and keys.  ?It was so long ago, I thought you might
even have forgotten all about it.?

	?Even if I didn?t have a photographic memory, I don?t think
I?d easily forget something like that,?  Ainsley countered.  ?Or
you,? she added.

	?Well be that as it may,?  C.J. said as she ineffectively tried
to minimize the importance of her own memory of that night,
failing even within herself,  ?we?re different people now, with
different lives.?

	?I?d heard that there was something between you and Danny
Concannon,?  Ainsley noted,  ?or is that just the usual gossip??

	?Sometimes people make things out to be more than they
really are,?  C.J. commented as she thought of the bearded White
House Correspondent.

	?I thought that might be the case,?  said Ainsley.

	?Ainsley, I was about to call it a day,? C.J. finally said in a
voice that began to reflect some of her fatigue.  ?Can we just let
the past stay in the past, or at least leave the discussion of it for
another day.?

	?Sure,? the younger blond smiled.  ?It?s been a long day for
both of us.  I guess I just wanted you to know that I haven?t
forgotten, and if you ever wanted to ...  to pick up where we left
off, well I?d be open to that as well.  If not, then we?ll just leave it
as a very pleasant memory.?

	Ainsley leaned over gave C.J. a quick kiss.  A touch that while
quite brief, still contained a remembrance of the passion of that
night in Boston.  Then, without speaking another word, she turned
and walked out of the office.

	C.J. stood there, listening as the echo of Ainsley?s footsteps
faded down the hall.  She looked again at the untouched drink she
had poured what now seemed so long before.  Picking it up, she
drained it in one shot.

	The fiery liquor raced down her throat, warming her
stomach.  What was it they called it, liquid courage?

	Picking up the telephone, she punched in the button that
instantly connected her with the Secret Service detail at the main
gate.

	?This is C.J. Cregg,?  she said in a determined voice.  ?Ainsley
Hayes should be passing by there in a few moments.  Please ask her
to wait for me, I could use that ride home after all.  No, I wouldn?t
rather have a car from the White House carpool.  I?m sure we?ll
manage quite well on our own.?

	As she put down the phone and hurried out the door, she
said a small prayer that the World would do her a favor and remain
uneventful for at least tonight.  That she could simply be a woman
for a few hours instead of the public voice of the President of the
United States.

END



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