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Story title : Bipartisanship: A West Wing Story

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Bipartisanship: A West Wing Story (FF, TV, parody) 
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

***

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.

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

	Part One

	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.


Part Two

	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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