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Agent McGarry |
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Author: Maeve Spoilers: none Disclaimer: not
mine…don’t sue AN: I wrote the first part
while watching the 1940 version of ‘Topper Returns’…it’s very cute,
ya’ll should rent it! The second part during Cary Grant’s ‘Arsenic and Old
Lace’, and the third was all Kells induced. Sorsha16@hotmail.com
There is more, it just
hasn’t been finished yet, and will probably be updated later. Part One –
White House Double Agent He
smirked in amusement as she chuckled against him. Leo sighed, shifting her against his
broad chest. Their legs stretched out together on the couch, his arms wrapped firmly
around her body. Margaret gave him her own soft sigh, pulling a small throw over their
lanked out forms. She giggled again, here eyes on the TV screen, the movie flickering in
the darkened living room. It was some forties movie, black and white with elegant yet
mouthy women, and well-dressed men. "Never thought
you’d like this kind of stuff." He murmured softly into her hair. "Old movies?" her
eyes lifted quickly in amusement, "I love them." He pulled up her face,
inching his lips closer to hers. Leo kissed her gently, slipping a hand up into her hair. "You’d fit in
well." He told her quietly, their eyes turning back to the TV. "In the forties?"
she chuckled and squeezed tighter at his chest. Margaret pressed her cheek against his
shirt, resting warmly to him. "Yeah," he moved to
set his chin on the crown of red locks. "Mouthy dames – good gams and nice
hips." His
murmur was warm on her ear. She giggled into his chest as he spoke, his fingers stroking
her hair in care. "A sweet pair of heels
and a good French manicure." "Stop it." She
nudged him playfully. "Think of the money you
could squeeze out of a couple of good ration tickets." He teased. "Leo." She lifted
her head casually off his chest, smacking him in amusement, there was a smile dancing in
her eyes, "You’re incorrigible." "Yeah." He agreed
laughingly. Her eyes lifted, "It
works both way you know." "Really?" "Mmmm…." She
reached up a hand, her fingers trailing his jaw. "Aloof men in dark suits. Handsome
eyes and a voice like Cary Grant." "How romantic." He
rolled his eyes, hands skimming her shoulders and arms. "Calling your girl
‘babydoll’, and becoming a spy." Her mouth pressed to his quickly. "Baby, I highly doubt
I’m spy material." He murmured quietly as the movie rolled on. She lifted bright eyes and a
quirky smile, "I think you’d be perfect for the job." "Oh do tell." He
opened his hands in amusement. "Ya look damn good in a
double breasted suit," she smirked, "You have that seductive voice." "Do I?" his brow
shot up, his fingers arcing up her back playfully as her hands ran circles over his cotton
covered chest. "What else?" "You’re good in
politics," she murmured, "and with secrets." "I see." He gave
her a gentle kiss on the temple. "So that’s why I could pass for Humphrey
Bogart?" "No," she traced
his jaw again, "Cary Grant." "I’m older than he
was." He commented, smiling as she blinked in drowsy comfort. His hand moved her head
back to lay on his chest. "Just more
distinguished." She tossed, shifting against his body, her hands stroking his chest
as she fully relaxed. Leo grinned and kissed her forehead, her hair. "So I’m your own
little Allied agent huh?" his hands started to stroke up her back, lulling her to
sleep in his arms. "Mmmmhmmm…"
she drifted against him, falling fastly asleep. "And you’re my
dame?" She squeezed him tighter in
response, nuzzling against his warm body. Then she whispered in soft and slight amusement,
"Only ‘til the war is over." "News flash
babydoll," he grinned, "the war’s over." "Well," she sighed,
almost asleep, "I suppose I’ll hang around ‘til the next one comes
along." "Neh," he kissed
her hair, "no way I’m lettin’ a lady like you walk your way outta
here." She chuckled, eyes closed and
only half awake, "Lighten up pal’, I got nowhere to go." "Good." "You do know," her
eyes lifted lazily, "that most foreign agents were sleeping with their
secretaries." "That’s it."
He laughed, "no more war movies for Margaret." "Or French women working
the Underground of Occupied Paris." He laughed again, "And
I’m incorrigible." She
matched his humoured eyes and blinked when he kissed her chastely. He dropped his mouth
again, passing his lips over hers as her body shifted up towards his. "I think you’re
getting carried away with the war games here." He murmured, trailing gentle kisses on
her jaw. "Mmmm…" she
sighed, "maybe. But at least now I have a good reason for giving you a
codename." He laughed, "Oh shut
up." He kissed her gently again,
pulling her tighter into his arms. Margaret sighed again,
"Yes sir, Agent McGarry." "Wasn’t Cary Grant
the one that was gay?" She smirked and rolled
against him in the bed, shifting tighter into his arms. Margaret sent a soft kiss to his
throat and nuzzled her face down into his shoulder, tucked in the warm covers. She sighed, "Honey,
that’s Rock Hudson." "They thought Grant was
too." He slipped his hands to skim her waist. He pressed a warm kiss into her red
locks, brushing his cheek against hers in the morning light. "And Errol Flynn was a
Nazi, Leo." She leaned in tighter against him, "He still got to play Robin
Hood." "So I can still be a
spy?" their eyes met and he matched her lazy grin. His mouth moved to kiss her cheek
and she laughed gently at his comment. "Sure," she
giggled, "just not as Jimmy Stewert." Part Two – Two Double
Agents "She compared you to
Jimmy Stewart?" Leo chuckled at the
President’s wide eyes and shook his head in a negative fashion. He pulled a relaxed
breath and glanced between the Bartlets. "No, Cary Grant."
He murmured in amusement. "The girl has
taste." The First Lady stretched, crossing one elegant leg over the other. Leo caught
the Commander in Chief’s horrified glare. "Cary Grant?!" Jed
crossed his arms over his Notre Dame sweatshirt, "what’s wrong with Jimmy
Stewart?" Abigail waved her hand
carelessly at her husband; "There’s nothing wrong with Cary Grant!" "You!" Jed pointed
in accusation at his wife; "you’re obsessed with Cary Grant." McGarry
relaxed back into the residency living room, his eyes following the banter between the
amusing couple. He studied them both in lazy humour. "I made him watch
‘Arsenic and Old Lace’ last week." Abbey explained, standing and heading to
her husband, on her way out the door. "If you had a sister
named Martha I swear you’d be slipping me Strychnine." Bartlet pointed at his
wife again with amusement in his eyes. "Arsenic dear."
Abigail pressed a warm kiss to his forehead as she stalked to the door. He huffed as she stepped out,
"Strychnine too!" Leo
chuckled softly, watching the President stand in slight defeat, but the humour in his
glance betrayed his supposed hurt. "What is it with these
women and Cary Grant?" Leo begged, a smirk on his lips. "Wasn’t he
gay?" Jed dropped to the chair opposite his friend. "Margaret says that was
Rock Hudson." Leo explained, pulling off his glasses. "Grant too." The
President sighed. "That’s what I told
her." "So," Bartlet
turned his head slightly, "she likes old movies." "Oh yeah." McGarry
chuckled in mild pleasantry. "But not Jimmy
Stewart?" Bartlet accused. "She likes - " Jed threw his hands,
"Cary Grant!" A
sparkle hit the President’s eyes after his slight outburst, and Leo was suddenly a
bit frightened. "I have an idea." Okay…very frightened. He was enjoying the whole spy
thing. Maybe a bit too much, considering how late it was. But he knew this would go over
well. Jed Bartlet was a master spy. Leo
waited until she had rounded the corner from her office, heading for the coat closet. With
a quiet breath her moved into her office, and draped a black silken scarf over her
keyboard. He
stepped back through the offices, heading towards the Oval and the other Undercover Agent. "All
right, what’re they doing?" Abbey
stalked quickly into Margaret’s office, a note in her on her fingertips, and a sigh
on her lips. She arched a brow in the assistant’s direction. "Ma’am?" the
redhead glanced up, black silk dangling from her fingers. "The Allied Forces
request your presence for a special governmental appointment this evening in the Oval
Office." Abigail rattled off, reading quickly from the note in her hand. "Sounds a little
personal." Margaret arched a brow in self-amusement, stroking her fingertips over the
black fabric, brow knit in confusion. "Come on." The
First Lady of the United States huffed and grabbed the other woman’s fingers,
trailing her into McGarry’s office. They found nothing and after a quick glance
between each other, they moved together into the Oval Office. "About time dear."
Abbey stopped short when her husband spoke. Margaret
eyed both men suspiciously. They were relaxed side by side, all cocky smiles, quirky
glances, and good suits. "What’s going
on?" Abbey demanded. "Oh," Jed grinned,
"that’s a State Secret." She gripped his arm tighter
when her feet tripped up a bit on a foreign carpet. Margaret stopped dead, a growl in
Leo’s direction. "I’m wearing heels
Leo." "Shush." He tossed
back playfully, his hands steadying her. He nudged her and she started to move again,
following his gentle lead. "Jed I’m going to
kill you for this." Margaret
grinned at the giddy tone from the First Lady. She smirked, knowing that they were both
being walked through the White House, in darkness. She blinked against the black silk over
her eyes, chewing her lip as he stopped her steps. She lifted her head slightly when she
heard keys and a door, and his hand left her. "Leo?" "I said shush." He
was suddenly very close, and she jumped a bit. His chest moved up close against her back,
and he guided her from behind. "Watch your step baby, step down." She
did as told, and felt him finally stop her after a few steps into the new room. When his
hands slipped up to her face, she touched his elbows, holding his suit jacket in her
fingertips. Slowly he was pulling the black from her vision, and she blinked, trying to
see what was happening. She caught sight of Abbey next to her, blinking and rubbing her
own eyes in confusion. Mrs. Bartlet glanced to her
grinning husband, "Jed?" "Hit it Benny!" The
president sent out the booming command to a man in the back and she caught Leo’s wide
grin as a large screen flickered behind him. The beginning credits of an old black and
white movie started to roll in front of their eyes. The name Jimmy Stewart in black
letters flashing before her. "You’re
awful." Abbey sent a soft smack to her husband’s chest, a laugh in her voice.
"I love it Jed." Margaret
shook her head with a giggle, her hand reaching out and grabbing his. She tugged him close
and pressed a warm kiss to his lips. "Jimmy Stewart?" "President’s
idea." He murmured as she kissed him gently again. "Thanks." She
whispered. "You’re
welcome," he told her in a hushed whisper as the Bartlets took seats near the screen.
"Long as you’re my dame…you can have anything you want." Margaret
slipped her lips to his, a smirk in her eyes, "Then can we change it to something
with Cary Grant?" Leo laughed, "No." Part Three – Grant vs
Marbury He
kissed the tip of her nose as she giggled, her eyes blinked closed. Leo sighed, eyes
moving over her face. He took a breath and looked back to the movie he had been ordered to
watch. One arm wrapped around his redhead, the other hand reached for his coffee, pulling
it carefully from the bedside table. Margaret tugged the covers tighter up over their
entangled bodies. She
slipped her bare legs between his cotton clad ones and wrapped her arms around him, his
own pajama top buttoned up her chest. He felt her nuzzle her face against his chest as he
took a long pull of coffee, eyes on the flickering TV screen. He watched Cary Grant babble
as his family turned him crazy. "You like this movie
huh?" he traced the shell of her ear, letting his fingers tangle in her locks. "Most women do."
She whispered back, attention spilt between lover and movie. "Why exactly?" he
tossed his eyes back to the film. "Because he makes up for
every other man in the world." She grinned; tossing playful eyes his way. Margaret
arched a brow, then laughed out loud at his stunned expression. "Don’t look so
hurt sweetie, you look like someone killed your puppy." Her
head dropped back against his shoulder, her hand stroking up and down his t-shirt. Leo
smirked and shook his head. Drinking his coffee again. Her fingers tugged his t-shirt and
pulled back down his attention. "I promise I’ll
never give you up…even for Cary Grant." "He’s dead
Margaret." He tossed back complacently. She pulled herself up against
him, trailing a fingertip on his jaw, innocence in her eyes. "Well then what are you
so worried about?" He
gave her a mock glare and watched her giggle in amusement. Quickly Leo settled his coffee
to the table, and reached down, tickling her as she laughed. She squealed and tucked
against him tighter, giving up quickly. "Stop it! Leo Thomas
McGarry!" the tone was less of command and more of a begging laugh. He
complied, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Margaret tugged his head back down and
returned his kiss with her own short one. He laughed, lifting her back up into his arms
and moving her head back to watch the movie. He grinned massively when her hands shifted
down, tugging her body closer against his, and farther into the cocoon of warmth around
them. Her mouth pressed a fast kiss to his cotton covered chest, and he returned the
gesture with his cheek to her hair. "Why don’t you like
Jimmy Stewart?" he queried in humour. "Oh we do." She
lifted joking eyes; "we’re just harassing the President." His
wide eyes matched the loud laugh her gave her. She smiled wide as he dropped his head,
shaking it as he laughed harder. Leo lifted his hands, pulling her face to his. He kissed
her hard. "You’re
beautiful." He trailed a kiss down her jaw, "And evil!" "And seductive."
She added with an arched brow. Leo
let out the last of his laughter, and still just looked to her with a beaming smile.
"Yes, definitely seductive." "I know." Her cocky
tone left him with a smile, and she pushed her hair off her face, settling her head back
to his body. Leo lifted a hand and stroked it into her locks, his face close to her head. As
she watched her movie, he drank in the scent of her hair, rolling it in his fingers,
soothingly rubbing circles over her scalp. She mewed softly, her eyes suddenly closed as
he moved his fingers over her hair and scalp. "I love your hair."
He brushed the silky red strands back off her face, running light touches over her head.
His whisper was light as he stroked through her hair. "I love your
hands." She mumbled back, reveling in his touch. "I think you’re
about to purr." He laughed. "Uh huh." She
blinked as he lifted her face up to his. "What about Cary
Grant?" He asked, tone pointedly cocky. She
sighed, dropping into both his hands as he moved her to lay her back against his chest.
She sighed heavy as he started stroking her temples and moving her hair. "He’s dead
baby," she moaned softly for him as he started to caress down her neck.
"I’m over him." "Damn straight." He
murmured, starting to stroke over her forehead, then moving his fingers behind her ears.
She leaned back into him, sighing softly as his kiss his her neck. Leo pulled back all her
hair and lifted it, pressing more kisses to her skin. "I think John Marbury
likes Grant." She murmured, pointing to a spot on her neck, waiting for him to kiss
it in compliance, "maybe he’d take me to see a movie without complaint." "He’ll burn in hell
first." His words were warm and full of breath on her ear. She
laughed in favor, lifting her hand to stroke his cheek as he passed gentle kisses over her
neck and along her collarbone. Leo wrapped her up in a tight embrace, sliding his hand
flat on her stomach as her head turned to meet his heavy kiss. "Grant and Marbury be
damned," she murmured, "I think I’ll keep my Leo McGarry." He smiled, meeting her eyes
gently, "He’s gonna keep you too." Click Leo and Margaret to send feedback:
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