Six Weeks Too Long
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S through Z › West Wing
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,159
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own The West Wing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Six Weeks Too Long
Jed Bartlet poked his head around the door into Mrs. Landringham's office.
"How long have I got before my next mee?"
?"
"Ten minutes, Mr. President."
"Good. I'll be in Leo's office. See that we're not disturbed unless Canada invades Michigan or something."
"Yes, sir."
Jed strode across the Oval and through to Leo McGarry's office.
"Leo, have you got a minute?"
"Yes, Mr. President" Leo said, looking up from the file he was reading. At the expression he saw on his friend's face, he took off his glasses and leaned back in his chair. "What is it, sir?"
Jed perched one hip on the corner of Leo's desk.
"Abbey is away this weekend - she's at a thing in San Francisco."
"A thing."
"Yeah, a thing. I want you to spend the weekend at the residence."
Leo gave him a long, expressionless look.
"It's been too long, Leo." Jed said.
"We have work to do on the Social Security bill." Leo said thoughtfully, with a perfectly straight face, but a hint of a gleam in his eye.
"We do? Yes, we do, and we should do it this weekend at the residence."
"Six months" Leo said, looking at Jed levelly.
"Huh?"
"It's been six months."
"Way too long." Jed grinned widely, and got one of Leo's small, lopsided smiles in return.
"Right. I've got a meeting with the Belgian ambassador."
"Yes you do."
"I'll go meet with her, then." Jed said, walking back to the Oval Office.
"You do that."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jed opened the door between his and Leo's office and peered around it.
"You ready to go?"
"Yes, sir." Leo said, closing the file he was reading and putting it on his desk.
"Did you bring an overnight bag?"
"Yes, sir." Leo said, getting up from his chair, and picking up the small bag from the floor next to his desk.
"It's the weekend, Leo. More importantly it's our weekend. It's 'Jed' until nine o'clock Monday morning."
"Yes, sir." Leo said teasingly, his eyes twinkling.
Jed tried to look exasperated, but couldn't help but grin.
"C'mon then," he said, making a point of holding the door wide for Leo.
"Yes, Jed."
They walked to the residence in companionable silence.
"Why don't you go up and get settled," Jed said to Leo, "I'll change and get the kitchen to send us up some dinner. What do you want to eat?"
"Something light, I had a big lunch."
"OK, see you in a few."
Leo let himself into the large comfortable guest suite on the third floor of the residence, where he had spent more than a few nights over the past two years. He dropped his bag by the bed, and paused, remembering the first time he and Jed had made love in this room.
Leo sighed, and tossed the report he had been reading on his desk. He dropped his glasses on top of the file and scrubbed his hands across his face, then looked at his watch. A slight smile came to his lips. He got up and walked across his office, opened the doors that joined it to the Oval Office and looked in. Jed was nowhere to be seen, but the patio doors were open, and he could smell a faint hint of cigarette smoke. He followed his nose and stepped quietly through the patio doors. Leo stood behind Jed, watching him silently as he took one last drag and tossed the cigarette away.
"What is it Leo?" Jed asked in a tired voice.
"Nothing, sir." <I just wanted to be near you.>
"You came out here to watch me smoke." He sounded exasperated, and he still hadn't turned around.
"Yes sir." <I love you. I miss you.>
Jed turned to face his friend, and saw the expression in Leo's eyes. Jed's face softened, and he stood there for a moment quietly regarding the man in front of him, then he reached out and put one hand lightly on Leo's shoulder, his eyes saying everything he couldn't speak aloud.
"I know, me too." Leo answered the unspoken words.
"Soon Leo." Jed promised. Leo shrugged, as if to say, 'We knew it would be like this'.
"Soon." Jed repeated, then dropped his hand and turned to go back inside.
True to his word, a few days later, Jed found an excuse to kept them both working late into the night.
"OK, we're done here. I'll see you tomorrow." Leo said and stood to leave.
"It's late. Call Jenny and tell her you're staying at the residence."
"Sir, that's not a good idea." Leo objected.
"Leo, please." Leo that it was a bad idea, that he should have refused, protested that it was too risky, but looking into Jed's eyes he couldn't bring himself to. He made the phone call, then let Jed lead him across to the residence, and up to the third floor. Jed sent the secret service agent away, and ushered Leo into the corner guest suite, closing the door firmly behind them.
Leo turned, about to object, to argue, to explain why thhoulhouldn't be doing this. He opened his mouth to speak and Jed stuck his tongue down Leo's throat. It had been a very good night.
"How long have I got before my next mee?"
?"
"Ten minutes, Mr. President."
"Good. I'll be in Leo's office. See that we're not disturbed unless Canada invades Michigan or something."
"Yes, sir."
Jed strode across the Oval and through to Leo McGarry's office.
"Leo, have you got a minute?"
"Yes, Mr. President" Leo said, looking up from the file he was reading. At the expression he saw on his friend's face, he took off his glasses and leaned back in his chair. "What is it, sir?"
Jed perched one hip on the corner of Leo's desk.
"Abbey is away this weekend - she's at a thing in San Francisco."
"A thing."
"Yeah, a thing. I want you to spend the weekend at the residence."
Leo gave him a long, expressionless look.
"It's been too long, Leo." Jed said.
"We have work to do on the Social Security bill." Leo said thoughtfully, with a perfectly straight face, but a hint of a gleam in his eye.
"We do? Yes, we do, and we should do it this weekend at the residence."
"Six months" Leo said, looking at Jed levelly.
"Huh?"
"It's been six months."
"Way too long." Jed grinned widely, and got one of Leo's small, lopsided smiles in return.
"Right. I've got a meeting with the Belgian ambassador."
"Yes you do."
"I'll go meet with her, then." Jed said, walking back to the Oval Office.
"You do that."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jed opened the door between his and Leo's office and peered around it.
"You ready to go?"
"Yes, sir." Leo said, closing the file he was reading and putting it on his desk.
"Did you bring an overnight bag?"
"Yes, sir." Leo said, getting up from his chair, and picking up the small bag from the floor next to his desk.
"It's the weekend, Leo. More importantly it's our weekend. It's 'Jed' until nine o'clock Monday morning."
"Yes, sir." Leo said teasingly, his eyes twinkling.
Jed tried to look exasperated, but couldn't help but grin.
"C'mon then," he said, making a point of holding the door wide for Leo.
"Yes, Jed."
They walked to the residence in companionable silence.
"Why don't you go up and get settled," Jed said to Leo, "I'll change and get the kitchen to send us up some dinner. What do you want to eat?"
"Something light, I had a big lunch."
"OK, see you in a few."
Leo let himself into the large comfortable guest suite on the third floor of the residence, where he had spent more than a few nights over the past two years. He dropped his bag by the bed, and paused, remembering the first time he and Jed had made love in this room.
Leo sighed, and tossed the report he had been reading on his desk. He dropped his glasses on top of the file and scrubbed his hands across his face, then looked at his watch. A slight smile came to his lips. He got up and walked across his office, opened the doors that joined it to the Oval Office and looked in. Jed was nowhere to be seen, but the patio doors were open, and he could smell a faint hint of cigarette smoke. He followed his nose and stepped quietly through the patio doors. Leo stood behind Jed, watching him silently as he took one last drag and tossed the cigarette away.
"What is it Leo?" Jed asked in a tired voice.
"Nothing, sir." <I just wanted to be near you.>
"You came out here to watch me smoke." He sounded exasperated, and he still hadn't turned around.
"Yes sir." <I love you. I miss you.>
Jed turned to face his friend, and saw the expression in Leo's eyes. Jed's face softened, and he stood there for a moment quietly regarding the man in front of him, then he reached out and put one hand lightly on Leo's shoulder, his eyes saying everything he couldn't speak aloud.
"I know, me too." Leo answered the unspoken words.
"Soon Leo." Jed promised. Leo shrugged, as if to say, 'We knew it would be like this'.
"Soon." Jed repeated, then dropped his hand and turned to go back inside.
True to his word, a few days later, Jed found an excuse to kept them both working late into the night.
"OK, we're done here. I'll see you tomorrow." Leo said and stood to leave.
"It's late. Call Jenny and tell her you're staying at the residence."
"Sir, that's not a good idea." Leo objected.
"Leo, please." Leo that it was a bad idea, that he should have refused, protested that it was too risky, but looking into Jed's eyes he couldn't bring himself to. He made the phone call, then let Jed lead him across to the residence, and up to the third floor. Jed sent the secret service agent away, and ushered Leo into the corner guest suite, closing the door firmly behind them.
Leo turned, about to object, to argue, to explain why thhoulhouldn't be doing this. He opened his mouth to speak and Jed stuck his tongue down Leo's throat. It had been a very good night.