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Author: Maeve Disclaimer: Not mine – don’t sue. Spoilers: Nada AN: The morning after the first time. Tell me that wasn’t cryptic. She was
nervous. It’s not
that he entirely blamed her, but it was putting him on edge as well. Leo sighed. Moving past her desk quickly, a stray hand trailing her desk as he walked
by. He snapped his fingers gently, glancing her
attention. When Margaret looked up at him, she was tense. She was chewing her bottom lip;
cheeks flushed a soft pink. "My office." He murmured, letting a smirk touch his lips. He watched her
rise in front of him, slipping through the door to his office. He studied the same body
he’d studied the night before. She was wearing a tan skirt, black cotton shirt. Her
hair was up and back, decidedly out of the way, and he figured it had been a last resort
considering how rushed the both of them had been. He let his eyes slide down her hips and
legs, a soft sigh as he followed her into the office. Leo closed the door behind him
soundly; waving her to the couch as he moved to the Oval Office door, making sure it was
closed. She watched him
shrug from his coat, rubbing the sleepy meeting on the hill from his eyes as she waited
mildly impatiently. Her eyes slid over his clothes, noting the fact that it was his
stand-by suit. It was the black with the dark blue tie. The one that he always kept
dry-cleaned in the back of his closet. Easy to put on and quick
out the door. The rush had
been her fault more than his, she was sure. "Leo…can we not talk about this?" she arched a brow, crossing one leg
over the other while her hand hit her stomach. The agitation was making her stomach roil. "No."
he answered her quickly, setting his coat on the rack and his briefcase to his desk.
"Margaret, come on. You’re freaking out on me, and I wanna
talk about it. You being so nervous is just making things
worse." "I
can’t help it." She tossed quickly, her eyes cast down. He noted the tight
strain in her voice, eyeing her in gentle worry. "Margaret are you all right with this?" he demanded, moving his hand
between them. "With us…like this." "Like
this, nervous…" she pointed to herself, "no." He blinked,
moving softly towards her, careful to ease in beside her on the couch. He didn’t make
any move to touch her, and hid the smile on his lips when her hand slid fast into his lap.
Her fingers hit his pants and he dropped his hand over hers. "But
us…I mean us." She nodded softly; "I’m fine with." He blinked with
a sigh, "Then why are you so nervous with me?" Her eyes slid
closed fast, head back as she chewed on her bottom lips again. Leo let himself smile as
she studied her. Her skin was pale, save for her blushed cheeks, and her reddened lips.
Without a thought he slid up his hand, brushing his fingers against her throat. Margaret
moved a bit, letting his thumb hit her jaw. He knew if he kissed her skin it would be soft
and warm. He knew she would smell of light perfume and soap. "You…"
she let it go. He flinched back when she stood fast, her arm wrapping about her waist; the
other hand sliding to the spot he’d touched. "Margaret."
He demanded. "You know
everything now Leo." She tossed out fast. Her eyes met his quickly and she looked to
him in quiet emotion. He shook his head in soft confusion. "You know
me…you know my body." He sighed,
"You don’t like that?" "I love
that." Her voice snapped hard against him, "But it scares me to death." Leo smiled,
"You have to trust me Margaret." "I
do." She whispered. "Then
we’re all right." Click Leo and Margaret to send feedback:
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