Author: ballynihinch
Rating: R
Feedback: It’s like watching “Kate & Leopold” and having it not suck. In other words, miraculous! ballynihinch@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Again, not mine. Theirs.
Author’s Note: Part Three of the series. Many thanks to Christine The Magnificent, my Beta Extraordinaire!
AN II: I would have paid cold, hard cash for a scene like this to have been on the show. Damn, eh?
AN III: I should also thank my ex-boyfriend from second year who taught me the Latin names for many things.
SIGHT
She ought to have seen it coming. Really, hadn’t it been obvious that such a thing would happen, from the very first? She found it hard to imagine herself being so blind, but there were stranger things in this world – she’d once seen a man walk buck-naked down the freeway during an ice storm.
They had kept everything a secret. No one at work knew. No one could be any more the wiser about their thing.
But when the President of the United States of America walked in on you in your lover’s office – with said lover’s face between your legs, using his mouth in ways you’d never dreamed possible without a battery-operated device being involved – the President might just be able to put two and two together.
Of course, they had to have been caught the one and only time they’d truly messed around at the office. Of course. It was a no-brainer.
She didn’t know what they’d looked like to *his* eyes, but she could well imagine. It must have been rather telling, what with her head flung back, her breath hitching in her throat, her arms supporting her arched spine and her lacy bra-covered breasts pointing up at the ceiling through her unbuttoned shirt.
Oh, and Josh cupping her hips toward his mouth, with only his hair visible between her pale white thighs.
Killer image, that.
The President hadn’t said anything when he walked in. There had been a bit of a squeak from her and he had hastily cleared his throat, but that was about it.
For one brief second, she wondered how up to snuff Jed Bartlet was on his Latin terms for such things. Had the word immediately come to mind, or had she, Donnatella Moss, been personally responsible for rendering a Nobel Laureate and the Most Powerful Man on the Face of the Earth speechless?
In Latin, no less?
The door closed almost as soon as it had been opened.
It was at that point that Josh decided to come up for air.
“Was that who I think it was?”
She bit her lip, the last bit of numbing shock draining away, and then flew apart.
“Oh my God!” she screeched, slamming her legs together so quickly she almost kneed him in the face. “Ohmigod. Ohmigod. OH. MY. GOD!”
“This could be bad.”
“You think????”
“Do you think he saw anything?”