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Author: Maeve Disclaimer: TWW
belongs to AS, WB, and NBC. Not mine, wish they were. WARNING: NC17 Spoilers: None. This
is a Margaret/Leo story though. NC17,
although there is somewhat of a plot to it. AN: Just playing
around. Let me know if you like it. Sorsha16@hotmail.com
or post to the group.
Leo grumbled slightly, watching the notorious Senator Jacob Ashton wrap up his
Margaret in a massive hug. Leo stiffened, watching the way the Senator slid his hands down
the back of her cocktail dress. He just caught the growl before it bit off his lips. The
man’s fingers were trailing a little to far south of her waist, teasing towards her
backside. His body tensed when the man’s fingers dug against the fabric, inching it
along her skin. “Leo McGarry.” The booming voice matched the man. The Senator was
only a few years younger than Leo was. His hair shot through with gray, eyes brash and
blue. He was a shrewd man, the eyes of a fascist and the smile of a vacuum salesman.
Leo faked his own smile, watching the Democratic representative reluctantly pull
back from Margaret, still grasping one of her hands while he offered the McGarry a handshake. Leo blinked, watching her start to pull back
from Jake Ashton, her hand slowly slipping from his while she glanced to the Chief of
Staff. He noticed the mild worry in her glance and he shook it off, greeting the Senator
with a supposedly humored and knowing smirk. “Senator
Ashton,” he cast a glance between Margaret and the The man
just laughed it off softly, shooting a knowing smile towards the redhead, “Maggie and
I go back pretty far.” Leo
wasn’t sure he wanted to know how far. Oh yes he
did. “Really,”
he turned an open glance to Margaret, “How far?” She was
insanely silent and the Senator answered the darkened question, “Maggie and I had a
thing, I think right after Angie and I divorced.” Leo
nodded, “That’s right, I’m pretty sure she mentioned that.” The hell
she had. “I
don’t understand why you’re upset.” He snorted softly, undoing his
cufflinks and tossing them angrily to the bureau in her bedroom. Really he didn’t
understand it either. He felt a little betrayed. But mostly
it was jealousy, and they both knew it. He just
shook his head, matching her fiery glance, “Just tell me you weren’t the reason
that Angela Carmichael divorced him.” He watched
thick fury wash over her body as she spoke, “You know that’s not true.” “Do
I?” he demanded gently, “I didn’t even know you’d slept with him
Margaret.”
Her chest heaved, and he realized for at least the second time that evening exactly
how well that black dress showed off her body. He watched the way the fabric hugged her
breasts and he turned slightly, tamping down emotions and thoughts. He noticed her pulling
off her stockings as he refused her gaze. He studied the slow curve of her calf as she
pulled off the nylon, the slip of her ankle and the arch in her foot. “You’re
just jealous?” she begged angrily, dragging his attention back to their battle,
“This is for real? You wanna know every man I’ve
slept with since I’ve worked with you?” “Margaret
- ” “No.”
her voice threw command across the darkened bedroom and he turned to find her stripping
off the dress, abstract fire in her glance. “I’ll make a list.” He
shrugged off the suit jacket semi-violently, “Just stop it.” Leo watched her slide out of the
dress, slamming it in a pool of fabric across the chair in the corner. He shuddered
slightly, eyes wrapping her slip covered body. He kicked off his shoes, letting them
tumble into the room with the rest of their clothes. “No,
it’s a short list Leo. I’ll count them off for you.” She slammed her half
clad body to the bed, pulling the pins from her hair in swift anger. They landed scattered
across the carpet on her bedroom, red locks tumbling from the tight chignon. He stalked
across the room, standing before her and matching an angry glance. “When
you were Labor Secretary,” she shrugged, standing and
facing him. “There was my old law professor, Andrew Carver, and the guy who did
promotions for the Deputy Secretary. God…his name was Will…something.” “Barrett.”
He filled in, voice pitched in a low thunder. She was
really pissing him off. She was
really turning him on. “Will
Barrett.” She nodded in agreement, her knuckles nudging against his chest. “He
was so sweet. Really knew how to treat a lady.”
Leo grabbed her hands from his chest, holding them in his tightly as she passed him
an almost angry smile. Margaret matched his eyes and knew that something had suddenly
changed. This was less about being pissed off and more about…jealousy. And
something like possession.
She let him draw her flush and down against the bed, his hands greedily pulling at
her slip. Margaret shifted up, letting him ease it up off her hips, bunching the smooth
fabric around her waist. She jolted when his fingers teased against her underwear. “And Congressman Hilton.” She murmured quietly, “He
was a Republican wasn’t he?”
Leo just growled, nudging his fingers under the elastic band of her panties. She
jolted in his arms when he touched her, using her body against her. Margaret drew a fast
breath, only to let it rush out when he passed his mouth at her throat. He just whispered
breath across her skin, dragging her body farther up the sheets until her head hit the
pillows. “Stop.” He whispered against her skin, not really meaning
it. He slid teasing hands along her thighs, pulling at her underwear until they were
tugged off and discarded somewhere. Margaret just shook her head in refusal, tugging at
his pants as well, the button fast undone. He slid them off moments after, boxers shucked seconds after that. “And
then the private district.” She murmured softly.
Leo growled, slipping her hips and legs between his, his body easing up to face
her. Margaret kissed him slowly, her fingers tugging at his dress shirt all the while. “Maggie
stop it.” He begged again, mouth slipping down her
collarbone. She caught the trace of pain, almost desperation in his voice. He needed her
to stop reminding him – but she needed to write this list out loud for him. She
needed to name these names and have him know them. Know her. “No,”
she answered fast, “Jayme Keegan.” If he had
the list…then he had her. He groaned, dropping his face into
the silk that covered her breasts. Margaret jumped at the touch and he felt her skin
tighten. She was still tugging at the last of his buttons. Leo just shifted, letting her
yank off the dress shirt and trail it to the carpet. “You
remember him right?” “Margaret.” Her voice
was actually starting to tease, “He worked for the lawyer two blocks down, always
dropping off reports and injunctions and - ”
He stopped her mouth with a hard kiss, ragged fingers dragging at the slip, tugging
it from her body. They broke only to pull the offending object over her head and he just
grabbed her mouth again hungrily. He moaned in slight pain when she grabbed at his t-shirt
shirt as well, letting it hit the floor in a rustled whisper. “Just
stop.” He demanded, pressing his forehead against hers, fingers itching along the
insides of her thighs. Margaret sighed softly, her breath nearly ragged as she reached
down, guiding his hand closer. She caught his glance, holding his eyes in honesty as she
slid his fingers between her thighs and up into her. He nipped at her bottom lip, kissing
her gently while he touched her, drinking off the moans that fell from her throat. “Jayme,” she murmured, not as easily side-tracked as he’d
hoped she would be, “And then Neil Barrister.”
He let out a loud groan, dropping his forehead against her throat when she named
when of his old law partners. Bastard...god the man had been his…his friend. “Stop.” He begged her, dancing kisses across her
collarbone, still stroking and making her shiver on the sheets.
He caught a flash of indignation as she glanced to him, her eyes washed in
something else as well, a sort of blind fury. Anything like passion.
He watched her shake her head in a no, lifting her lips long enough to kiss his forehead,
her hands scraping marks down the skin of his back. Margaret shifted her body up against
his, trapping his hand between them and holding him still. Leo replied by dragging her
tighter under him, sliding his hands along her pelvis and holding her hips. “Then
we went to the White House.” Her voice dropped. Leo groaned, feeling the way his body
flushed in heat, his thighs tight and hands shaking. He couldn’t handle her murmurs
and teasing names. She was throwing names at him – names he knew. They were men
he’d spoken with…countless times. Men who had…touched her the same way he
was. They’d stroked the same alabaster skin and kissed the same mouth. He shook away
the pictures of their hands in her hair. He
couldn’t… “Jake
Ashton.”
He growled at the mention of the Senator from earlier that evening and lifted a
hand, trailing his fingertips against her bottom lip. With a hard breath he lined her hips
to his, matching her dark eyes, watching the way they glittered in the darkened bedroom.
Her fingernails dug into his back, knowing he was ready and willing. “And Larry.” Her breath fluttered across his ear with the
name. Leo groaned and sank his body against
hers, refusing to enter her with another man’s name on her lips. With frantic eyes
and shaky breath he rubbed his face down the valley of her breasts, slipping his tongue
against her skin. She was warm and damp with sweat – he could taste the anger on her
skin. It was rough and well known on his tongue. “Not
Ed,” her fingers dug up the arch of his back, stroking slowly across his shoulders
blades, “Just Larry.” He quickly
reached up, grabbing her face in both hands, forcing her to hold his glance, “Are you
finished?”
Margaret gave him a perfunctory smirk, knowing exactly how much she’d gotten
to him. Jealousy was an easy affair between them, but she wouldn’t let him use the
past against her. Not when she had so much ammunition of her own. Drugs
and alcohol, ex-wives and stolen lives. “Yes.”
She whispered softly, watching him wash his mouth across her jaw, “Are you done being
jealous?”
There was a brief look of pain that brooked his glance, and then he turned away,
brushing his face against her bare shoulder. She felt him nod against her skin, his hands
roving down her throat to meet at her breasts, stroking softly and gently across her skin.
With an easy sigh she drew his face back up, kissing him lightly on the cheek, then
drawing their mouths together. He sighed into her mouth, relaxing into the kiss when her
thighs slid to his sides. With a deep breath, and an easy moan from her throat he slid
into her body, pushing lightly and tugging her hips close as they connected. He dropped
his mouth and breath against her throat when she tightened around him, drawing him deeper
inside her body. Leo moaned gently, reveling in the feel of her hand on his back, drawing
slight circles across the dip in his spine. “I’m
sorry.” His words tumbled like hot breath across the tops of her breasts, his mouth
following the low line. He kissed between them, hands sliding along the edges of her chest
while he drew back, moving out of her. Margaret
shivered, moaning at the loss of him, “No.”
He smiled, feeling the way she tugged him back deep into her body, wrapping him in
her arms and legs. Leo rested softly against her, holding her and owning her. “Just…stay
here for a second.” Her voice shivered against his ear. He complied silently, listening to
the way her breath lifted, getting faster and heavier. She kissed his forehead again,
lulling him up to meet her eyes. Leo smiled warmly, watching the argument fall away
between them. She matched the smirk and kissed him chastely. “There’s
no one between us Leo.” Her hands were still itching across his back, one making lazy
circles in his arch, still trailing a ring of warmth low on his spine. He just smiled in reply, pressing a
deep kiss to her mouth, drawing her tongue playfully against his. With warm hands he
inched her hips down, pulling out and thrusting back against her lightly. She sighed
softly and arched, taking him deeper into her body. He felt her hips buck a little, eager
for him. “Promise
me there aren’t anymore?” he begged slowly, moaning into the feel of her hand
making a slow circuit on his back with every thrust against her hips. She choked
off a breath, whimpering softly when he slid his hand between their hips, touching her,
“I promise.”
He drew her closer up into his arms, wrapping her body in his as he rushed them
both to an end. He shivered at every circle her hand made on his back, feeling his skin
tingle hot from the revolutions of her fingers. He started pumping faster, forcing himself
deeper into her body. The soft moans from her lips drew him farther against her, urging
him on as she kissed her way across his face and jaw. “It’s
just you Leo.”
His skin went off in massive tingles, shivering his body into hers as she started
tracing her nails into the circle she’d burned on his back. The light scrapes marking
his body as he started pumping harder into her. His consistent touching and stroking had
her shuddering beneath him, moaning towards a climax. “Just you.”
The two words and the breath on his ear drew his body into a massive shudder, the
exact explosion of pleasure rocking him deep against her. He dropped his mouth to hers,
unsure if he could work the kiss…unsure if he could think or move. All he could do was feel her. Her
breath rattled on his ear. The warm welcoming feel of her body wrapped around him as he
came. And her hand still insistently stroked heated circles on his back.
He still moved after he’d reached his height, easing her body into a slow
shudder. She came slowly against him, a deep whimper off her chest as she clutched against
his length, her body tightening and shuddering around him. Leo tucked her tight, holding
her as her body peaked in pleasure. They rested their bodies together, not moving save for
ragged breathes. He felt her chest push against his, drawing a heavy sigh as she rolled
their bodies to their sides. He let her move him, but refused to pull out of her. He still
held her clutched around him for a moment, refusing to lose her warmth. “It
was just Jenny and Jordan...and the woman from the - ”
She pressed a fast finger against his lips and she nodded in agreement. His glance
of regret forced her deeper into his arms. She tried to shy away from the names he gave
her, hating to hear the way they lilted off his tongue. She drew a shuddering breath,
stroking her hand between them, slowly pulling from him. Margaret nuzzled her face against
his shoulder, letting their bodies rest out from each other. “I
know.” He pulled from her slowly as she spoke, letting her drag the blankets up over
their separated bodies as she tugged back into his arms. Leo
blinked, “How?” She drew him across her chest, her
back relaxing onto the mattress. With a sigh Margaret shifted her hand across his back,
easily drawing her fingers across the marked circle on his skin. She started moving her
fingers, rounding them along the low dip of his spine. She sighed
softly, “You told me…with you being so jealous of Jake...and…” He listened to the soft huff of
breath she dropped, her hands flattening on his skin, then curving again in circles across
his arch. “What?”
he begged softly. She kissed
his forehead, “I just knew. It’s my job to know your life Leo…I know.” He nodded
in careful agreement, “Only seven men in…god, what…fourteen, fifteen
years?” She
nodded, smiling when he rested his chin against her shoulder, “There was a reason for
that.” “Which
was?” She tucked
her hand flat on his back, stilling the movements, “I was in love with you.”
His skin tingled where she’d been circling her fingers, heat radiating off the
marked circle and he nearly shivered when she stopped the movement. He drew a breath
through his nose, rolling the words she’d spoken in his head. “Me?” “Of course.” She laughed. He kissed
into her hair, “I knew about him.” She looked
up, “Which one?” Leo smiled
softly, “Larry…Donna told Josh.” “But Neil Barrister.”
There was a soft flicker of pain across his eyes. Leo shook his head in a negative,
passing a hand into her hair and forcing his eyes away from hers. With a shuddering breath
he murmured a no. “I’m
sorry.” He sighed,
“I was married, why should you be sorry?” “He
was a partner Leo.”
He shook it away and brushed his mouth past hers, dancing his tongue against her
bottom lip. His fingers tangled against her red hair and she sighed, a smile in her eyes.
He grinned wide when her hand started to circle slowly on his skin again. “It
was a long time ago.” He murmured gently, “And I’m never letting you near
him again.” Margaret
laughed softly, “I’m sorry I told you this way.” He shook
his head, “No you’re not…I needed to hear it like this.” Her
fingers drew against his jaw, a smile to match his, “It’s just you Leo.” He nodded,
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