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“You can’t…do that,” CJ sighs between kisses. She has Toby’s jaw held gently in her hands, though her lips are anything but gentle against his. Their lips meet over and over in bruising kisses, a mash of tongue and teeth and passion that’s fueling the fire building in her belly.
“Do what?” Toby pants, pulling away only long enough to get the words out. As soon as they’re said, he’s back on her. One hand tangles in her hair while the other holds her waist and tugs her impossibly closer. They’re already pressed together tight, but he wants more.
CJ can’t stop herself from groaning as Toby slides a knee between her own. They really shouldn’t be doing this, she knows that, but that doesn’t mean she can bring herself to stop. She can’t even manage to pull herself away long enough to answer his question.
But eventually her lungs are begging for breath. A proper breath, not the tiny sucks of air she’s been taking between kisses. She pants as their lips break contact and she doesn’t need a mirror to see the dazed look in her eyes. Toby’s got a matching one, which makes her want to kiss him even more.
“You can’t…look at me like that,” she eventually sighs, dropping her head so she can rest her forehead on Toby’s shoulder.
Clearly, he has no idea what those sorts of looks do to her. Those sweet, soft looks that are reserved just for her. They make her giddy and happy and nervous, even though they’ve been married so long she can hardly remember her life without him.
They also make her want to jump his bones. Those looks make it impossible to get through a meeting at the Oval or with Leo or in this case, a press briefing. She’d been slightly short with the press corps and she was sure they noticed, but they had no idea why. She isn’t hiding anything or trying to stop them from finding something. She’s just horny for her husband.
Or maybe Toby knows exactly what those sorts of looks do to her, because when CJ lifts her head, he’s smirking at her.
“Your mouth has better things to be doing than smirking,” she murmurs, sticking her lips out in an incredibly unsubtle request for a kiss.
“Oh, I know,” Toby whispers, the smirk returning to his face. His hand moves, running slowly from her waist to the zipper of her skirt.
A shiver runs up CJ’s spine and her breath hitches at the thought of Toby’s mouth between her legs. She remembered their first day in the White House, the day they’d vowed to never have sex in this sacred building. That vow hadn’t even managed to last until the end of that week.
Toby’s only managed to get her zipper halfway down when a knock comes at the door. They jump apart, CJ’s hands flying to fix her skirt while Toby smooths out the front of his shirt and suit jacket.
CJ glances to make sure Toby looks presentable before she answers. “Yeah?”
Carols pokes her head in. “Sorry to interrupt,” she starts, ignoring the slight glare that Toby’s fixing her with and the pink flush of CJ’s cheeks. She’s worked for CJ for almost eight months now, this is far from the first time she’s caught CJ and Toby doing something…less than coworkerly. “But Josh wants to talk to you about the Hoynes comment,” Carol continues.
CJ sighs, stepping away from Toby and taking the offered file from Carol. “I’m gonna kill him,” she mutters.
“Josh or Hoynes?” Toby asks, following her out.
“Both.”