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Author: Maeve Disclaimer: TWW belongs to AS, WB, and NBC. Spoilers: dunno, it’s set in AN: I was gonna
actually write the breakfast scene but couldn’t bring myself to do it. If someone would like to write breakfast in Leo
& Margaret fic. Sorsha16@hotmail.com or just post to me on the group ‘docfraiser8’ This was a
major screw up. In the
world of screw ups…this was the mother load. Everyone’s
screwed up, but still. This was seriously screwed up. “Just
relax.”
His voice was heavy in sleep, the tremble of sound vibrating from his chest to her
back. Margaret squeezed her eyes shut, blinking against the semi-darkness in his room. She
could feel him pressing against her back, leaning for the ringing phone. “McGarry.” he murmured tiredly into the handset, all the while
nuzzling his face against her shoulder. So
obviously…he didn’t think it was such a screw up after all.
She heard the voice on the other end, buzzing over the phone line. She
couldn’t tell who it was mumbling on the other side of the wire, but it was a woman.
She could tell from the tone and timbre. She felt him nod gently, breath drawing flush
against her bare shoulder. Bare shoulder. Never a good sign. Well, unless…yeah he was…bare…too. “I’ll
be there in an hour.” he mumbled tiredly against the mouth
piece, his hand easing her onto her back before him. Margaret lifted a sheepish glance,
chewing on her bottom lip while he leaned his broad chest over her, hanging up the phone.
It was chilly in the “What
happened?” she asked softly, bypassing the usual morning after awkwardness. She idly
tucked her mouth down towards the sheets, eyes matching his slowly.
Leo sniffed tiredly, dropping his body to gently rest over hers. Barely touching,
his figure moved over her. He faced her lightly into the early morning light. He smiled
softly, eyes flickering across her throat as she swallowed hard. “Relax.”
he murmured again gently, sweeping playful fingers against her sensitive collarbone.
She shivered lightly under his touch, her eyes dropping closed as he stroked easy
fingers against her skin. Margaret bit her lip, stalling the moan she felt hitting the
back of her throat. She let him rub over her skin and nearly jolted when his kisses
dragged against her shoulder and throat. “Stop.”
she whispered slowly, drawing his face back up. Leo shook
his head, “It’s okay.” “It’s not.” she replied softly, voice barely there.
He sat up a bit, lifting his head over hers. Leo smirked at the spray of red locks
across the white hotel pillowcase. With a knowing glance he touched her hair, brushing his
fingers from her forehead to the red length. He fanned it onto the pillow with one hand,
holding himself above her by his elbows. Carefully he slipped his knee against hers. “What’s
wrong Margaret?” his mouth tripped against her jaw and she shivered under him, her
fingers drawing across his chest lightly. He sighed when her fingertips brushed the light
trail of hair on his chest. She was relaxing
into the small hotel room’s bed, her thighs pressing back against his. She drew
her glance back up to his slowly, “This is gonna look so
bad Leo.” He laughed
gently, “I really don’t care.” “The
Senior Staff - ” He lifted
fingertips against her lips, “They don’t care.”
She was silent a moment, her lips brushing his fingers slowly. Leo groaned softly
when she kissed each finger in turn. He shook his head slowly with a smile, drawing her
tighter up against him. Margaret gave him a slow smile. “The President?” He
shrugged lightly under the covers, “Will have something to gossip about.”
She sighed softly when he moved his hand, brushing away from her face and neck,
down the slope of her chest, resting warmly between her breasts. She shivered again from
his touching. Her breath
stilled, “Jordan Kendall?” He blinked
down slowly, eyes awash in light regret, “Will hate the both of us.”
She sighed softly with him, drawing his body tighter over hers. Her thighs slid quick against his and his blue green glance lifted to her quickly, a
smile at the bold move. Margaret smiled shyly back, her hands drawing up around his neck
loosely. Leo slid fully over her, easing his body comfortably against her long length. Her
legs went on forever. “And
Leo McGarry?” she questioned softly. He
grinned, blinking tiredly, “Happiest man on earth.” She rolled
her eyes and kissed his forehead, “Stop being sappy.”
Leo just laughed in mild amusement, stroking his chest against her, dropping his
mouth to kiss her hungrily. Margaret moaned softly into the kiss, letting him draw her
hips in line with his. She shifted slowly beneath him, her fingers etching across his
shoulders and the back of his neck. She scrawled her fingers down his skin to tingle
against his ears, teasing them lightly while he kissed her. “What
was the phone call about?” she asked dazedly, kissing him back lightly. He shook
his head, “Breakfast call.”
He murmured back to her quietly, stroking his fingers against her skin teasingly. Margaret hitched a heavy breath when his
fingertips passed against her hips and waist. Her
breath rushed hard from her chest, body tight when he spanned a palm against her pelvis.
Her nails scraped off his back and she drew her fingers against his forearm, easing his
hand down against her thigh. Leo smiled warmly, dropping well placed kisses against her
throat. “The
hotel?” she asked, nearly breathless. Leo shook
his head, teasing against the sensitive skin on her thighs, “No, Abbey.”
Her fingers snapped against his hand, stopping his roving touches. He couldn’t
hold the laugh at the horrified look on her face. She really was worried. “Abbey
Bartlet?” she hissed in mild worry. He
chuckled, kissing her lightly, “Baby, she was on the phone. She couldn’t see
you.” Margaret
eyed him warily, “Get up. You’re going to breakfast.” He smirked
playfully, “So are you.” “No.”
He arched a brow, tickling lightly against her skin. Some random spot he’d
found the night before. He’d found quite a few places on her body that he’d
decided belonged to him. He’d mark them accordingly another time. “Yes
Margaret you are.” he nodded, matching her soft laughter. He watched her get
breathless, trying to draw from his hands. She swatted playfully at his touches, not
really wanting him to stop the teasing in any way. “Fine.”
she resounded loudly through the room, “Fine, I’ll go.” Leo
grinned warmly, “Good, let’s get a shower.” “A shower?” she asked with a knowing smirk. Leo nodded
easily, “We’re gonna share.” Click Leo and Margaret to send feedback:
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