Fandom:

The West Wing AU

Pairing:

C.J./Danny

Rating:

PG-13 for topic

Distribution:

How much do I owe you for hauling it off?

Spoilers:

Up to and including Full Disclosure, from which the series follows on

Email:

exfilia at livejournal dot com

Disclaimer:

if I owned them, they'd have a lot more fun

Warning:

mentions nonconsensual sex

Note:

Hoynes lovers should probably be hitting delete right about now.

"Don't worry about it, Danny," the First Lady said. "It'll blow over."

"I'm not worried."

"So why are you pounding away at the keyboard?"

"Looking up honeymoon venues. You think C.J. would like Norway?"

"We talked once about ice and snow, and she didn't seem overly taken with either."

"Point. Okay, January, ergo southern hemisphere."

"Tropics?"

"Possibly. Here's a kayaking trip in Belize."

"Kayaking?"

"Yeah, three days in a hotel and four camping... and C.J. would be home before midnight on day one. Abbey, why am I marrying this woman?"

"Because she loves you enough to follow you outdoors, and you love her enough to stay in. It'll work out. Jed eventually became a national parks buff."

"First, staying in with C.J. is no sacrifice, and second, what do you think of Egypt?"

"Been there. It was nice."

"Romantic?"

"Three kids."

"Ouch. Nile cruise, though."

"Possibly. I'd ask her."

"I will, as soon...."

The office door flew open and C.J. came through it, flushed and sputtering.

"Danny Concannon, you son of a bitch!"

There was a soft click as Abbey withdrew into her own office and closed the door.

"What'd I do?" said Danny.

"Did you tell Mitch Kowalski I was running for president?"

"Not exactly."

"Danny, I know you're having fun with the leak thing, but did you really not know...?"

"I didn't tell him that! He asked me how long I planned to be in the East Wing, and I said a decade or so. I did not tell him I expected to change offices!"

"Well if you don't find some way to fix this, your new office may be the city desk at the Podunk Tribune!"

"C.J., I don't think there is a Podunk Tribune. Most people get the Bennington paper...."

"Danny will you for the love of God stay on the subject?"

"It's not a thing, C.J.! Mitch has his teeth in Amy, and...."

"That is a truly disgusting image."

"His figurative teeth. Anyway, he's not going to...."

"He asked me."

"Asked you what?"

"He asked me if there was a Democrat other than Hoynes running for president."

Danny blinked.

"Well, damn. I didn't think Mitch had it in him."

"Will you please not look so goddamned pleased about it?"

"What did you tell him?"

"That there was a guy in Arizona. There is. The DNC brought his name to the president for an endorsement."

"And?"

"He bought it, for now," She came around his desk and sat in her usual place on its edge. "Mitch, not the president. But Danny, when I declare, he's going to know I lied to him."

"Yeah, you're going to have to throw him a bone."

"Since when does throwing bones to reporters get you anything but fewer bones?"

"It got you me."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but these bones have a little meat on them."

"Yeah." His hand settled on her leg, tracing the outline of her kneecap under the skin, and then moved upwards, taking the hem of her skirt with it.

"Down, boy!" she laughed, and stood up.

"What, we can't do it in the Oval Office, and now we can't do it in my office, and the next thing you won't want to do it in your office...."

"Danny, there are plenty of more comfortable places for that sort of thing than any office."

"Name one."

"Bedroom?"

"Got thirteen of them, right upstairs. Want me to show you?"

"Talk about something else."

"You want to go kayaking in Belize on our honeymoon?"

"The honeymoon is going to be one time when you're allowed to play all you want with the bones, Daniel. Are you sure you want to waste time in the water?"

"Egypt? Nile cruise?"

"Air conditioning? Proper beds?"

"Not when we get through with them."

"Pervert."

"Yeah. I'm sorry about Mitch, C.J., I really am."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not."

"We'll make it okay, I promise." She stepped behind his chair, bent over to slide her arms down his chest and kissed his forehead. "We're going to make it perfect."