Jed spent most of his early morning in the office making phone calls to put his romantic plan into motion.

"Sir," Charlie said, entering the Oval Office with the list Jed had given him, "can I ask why we are ordering flowers and food for Camp David?"

"Because I'm going to Camp David with Abbey for a couple days."

"You hate Camp David."

"Yes, but other than New Hampshire, where else can I find that kind of isolation and privacy?"

"What's this about Camp David?" Leo asked entering the room.

"He's going," Charlie said.

"Is that why you had me clear your schedule for today and tomorrow? I thought you hated Camp David."

"I LOVE Camp David," Jed said, losing his patience, "I am taking Abbey away for a couple days so we can be ALONE."

"Does she know that yet, sir?" Sam asked walking in the room. "I was just running some things by Lilly and I heard Mrs. Bartlet arrive and say she was spending the day in the office catching up."

"As a matter of fact, Sam, Mrs. Bartlet does not know yet. But she will in just a few minutes because I am now on my way to the East Wing to kidnap her. Let's go Charlie."

"Me?" Charlie asked with trepidation, "You want me to come with you?"

"Yes Charles, I may need reinforcements."

Charlie sighed and followed his boss. He knew nothing good could happen when he had to get in the middle of something between the First Couple. For, while Jed was his boss, Abbey was an extremely formidable woman, not to mention his girlfriend's mother.

"So," Sam said to Leo, "think we'll hear the fireworks over here?"

"Could be. I would say it will depend on whether or not the First Lady is in a kidnapping kind of mood."

***

"Hello, Mr. President," Lilly said, jumping up with surprise as Jed Bartlet strode through the door.

"Good morning Lilly," he smiled pleasantly, "is my wife in her office?"

"Yes she is."

Jed looked toward his wife's closed door, "Abbey," he shouted, "Abigail Bartlet!!"

"Jed," Abbey said hurrying out of her office, "what in God's name are you doing bellowing out here? I do have an intercom."

"Come on. Let's go," he took her hand.

"Go where? What is going on?"

"We're going away overnight."

"No, we're not. I'm working today and so are you."

"Not anymore. My schedule has been cleared."

"Well, just where are we supposed to be going?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"It's a surprise."

"Jed, we can't go away overnight. What about Aislinn and Nicholas?"

"They'll be fine. I told Hattie we're leaving and they will be Ok with her for one night."

"Jed, this is crazy. You can't just come in here and...and...," she was at a loss for words.

"Kidnap you?" He supplied.

"Well...yes."

"But that is exactly what I'm doing. Let's go," he tugged on her hand.

"I need to pack."

"Already done it," he turned and took the small bag Charlie was holding and handed it to her.

"That's it?"

"Abbey, you aren't going to need a lot of clothes where we're going. That is the point of getting away," he lifted a brow suggestively.

"Jed," Abbey flushed, looking at Lilly and Charlie who were doing their best to keep straight faces. "Give me that bag," she took the bag from him and peered in. "Is there anything in here that doesn't come from Victoria's Secret?" She asked sarcastically.

"Not a whole lot," he grinned boyishly. "Now let's go before I pick you up and carry you out of here and you know I'll do it, doll."

"Wait a minute. You forgot something. I'll just run back to the residence really quick and..."

"No," Jed said firmly.

"No?" Abbey's eyes widened, "Don't you tell me no, Josiah. There is something I need and I am going to get it."

"Abbey, I am not letting you go back for some little bauble I may have forgotten. If I do, we may never get out of here."

"This is important. Let me..."

"If it's that important, we'll send Charlie."

"Jed."

"Tell him what you need, Abbey," he said exasperated. Abbey's eyes narrowed as she glared at her husband.

"OK," she said, turning with a sweet smile toward Charlie. "If you look in the medicine cabinet in our bathroom, you will find a round plastic box. I need that for this weekend. It's my diaphragm," she turned back to Jed, "that is unless you're taking care of the birth control this weekend, dumpling." There was a moment of complete shocked silence in which Jed shook his head indicating he was not prepared to take care of things. "I didn't think so," she smirked, "you'd better go, Charlie."

"Uh...well...yes ma'am," he said embarrassed, while Lilly tried to stifle her laughter. Jed's face had flushed red.

"Abbey, did you have to just blurt that out in front of everyone?" He asked.

"You didn't leave me much choice. Besides, it isn't like they didn't already know before what we've been trying to do for the past couple days. I've had several members of your staff asking me what brand of massage oil I use, as it smelled so nice on you last night."

"Very funny," Jed rolled his eyes.

***

Charlie couldn't believe he was rummaging through his girlfriend's parents' medicine cabinet looking for her mother's diaphragm. He had to read to see where this fit into his job description. Finally he located and delivered said item to the President.

"This will be a really good story when I write a book about my years in the Bartlet White House," Charlie said.

"Watch it Charles. I am still the father of the girl you happen to be dating, and I could make your life a living hell."

"Yes, sir," Charlie smiled.

Jed turned to see Abbey still on the phone leaving instructions for the nanny.

"OK, that's it," he said, taking the phone from her and putting it to his ear, "Hattie, we're leaving now," he said into the receiver, "you have the pager if there is an emergency. Good bye," he hung up.

"That was incredibly rude," Abbey said, her hands back on her hips in defiance. Jed ignored her and lifted her up and over his shoulder. "Put me down Jed," she sputtered, "What do you think you're doing? You're going to injure your back again."

"I don't give a damn. I'm getting you the hell out of here." Some of the other senior staffers came out of their offices to see what all the commotion was about and smiled with amusement as they saw the President carrying the First Lady out of the White House like a sack of potatoes.

Jed dropped Abbey unceremoniously in front of Marine One.

"Your chariot awaits madam," he said, bowing and waving her in.

"After that little display, you had better be damn good this weekend, stud muffin," she tapped his cheek with her fingers and began to climb the steps into the helicopter.

After taking care of matters in the restroom on board, Abbey rejoined Jed. They didn't speak a word, didn't touch, didn't acknowledge each other's presence and, when Abbey's knee accidentally brushed Jed's, he flinched and moved away from the contact. Anyone who didn't know better would have sworn the tension was due to anger. But, those agents on board who knew of the First Couple's lusty sex life before the President had been shot, knew it was not anger creating this atmosphere.

"Camp David?" Abbey said surprised, once they had landed. "You don't like Camp David."

"Remind me never to mention little things like that again," he sighed. "Other than the farm, this is the only place we have real privacy." He bent down and whispered in her ear, "We can make as much noise as we want."

"Sir," Ron said, "we'll be at the perimeters of the property with the Marines if you should need us. Do you have your panic button?"

"Yes I do," Jed showed him the button he had to carry at all times.

"Ok then. We'll see you tomorrow," They walked off toward the perimeter while Jed and Abbey turned to head toward Aspen cabin. Abbey began to walk up the ramp FDR had had built for his wheelchair, with Jed not far behind. When she opened the door she realized he had been hard at work planning his seduction. A fire was burning in the fireplace, there were vases filled with roses on every table top, and her favorite CD's were piled by the sound system.

"My my Josiah, you have...," Before she could finish the sentence, Jed spun her around and took her mouth in a hard urgent kiss she felt deep in her belly and down her legs. She leaned heavily against him, her tongue meeting and twisting with his. He tasted of coffee and cigarettes (she'd have to talk to him about that later) but, all coherent thought left her when his hands moved through her hair and yanked her head back so he could kiss along her jaw and down her throat.

Abbey tugged the shirttails out of his pants and tried to pull his shirt open, needing to touch him, to feel the warmth of his chest. She gave a sexy throaty laugh against his lips when the shirt ripped open, buttons flying. She was out of her mind with need. Jed groaned her name as she began to brush her cheek sensuously over his chest hair and ran her tongue over the small hickey beside his nipple that she had given him the night before. When she flicked her tongue over his pebble hard nipple, Jed felt himself harden almost painfully and he turned her so that her back was to him. He lifted her hair running his lips over the back of her neck and Abbey heard a zipper. She felt the cooler air as he slid her skirt down over her hips. His hand moved gently over the soft skin of her belly, then moved lower to cup her over her lacy panties. Abbey moaned and leaned back against him. She grabbed his hand, trying to slide it under her panties where she wanted him most but, instead, he slid his hands higher and ripped her blouse open from the inside.

Abbey turned back around in Jed's arms and he smiled. God, he loved her, he thought. She had no idea today would turn out to be a romantic tryst and yet she stood before him in matching black lacy panties and bra. How lucky he was to have a wife who loved sexy underwear.

"You are so beautiful," he said, reaching a hand out to cup her breast.

Abbey ran her tongue over her lower lip feeling empowered by the heavy lidded, desire filled blue gaze of her husband. Her hand reached out to trail from his chest to his waist. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his bottom lip while she tugged at his belt and pushed his pants down. She slipped her hand inside his boxers and stroked his already hard erection. Jed groaned, kissing her harder, digging his fingers into her hips so hard she knew they would leave marks.

"Now, Jed," she sighed, "I need you NOW." Jed lifted her in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, never breaking contact with his lips even as he laid her on the bed.

She ran her fingers through his thick soft hair and pulled hard when his fingers stroked the sensitive flesh between her legs causing her to arch against him. He'd been her lover so long he knew just where and how to touch her to make her crazy.

She was wet to his touch and that was all Jed needed to know. He did at least have the presence of mind to hold back on his need to bury himself within her, and instead entered her slowly, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. But, when she merely locked her legs high around his waist, pulling him fully into her with a moan of pure pleasure, he began to thrust into her with abandon. This was raw desire, his finesse replaced by with vicious need and Abbey yearned for it all. She was moaning, sighing, and gasping his name with every thrust, for once not having to stifle her cries of passion.

"That's it Abbey," he groaned, "come for me." It didn't take long for Abbey to comply with his demand. She felt everything inside her begin to tighten as she was driven to a soul shattering orgasm. Her legs tightened around Jed's waist, her back arched, pressing her breasts into his chest, and her nails dug into his back as she came.

Abbey's sexy whimpers, clenching body, and fingernails sent Jed over the edge just a few moments later. Abbey felt the muscles in his arms and shoulders tighten, watched his eyes close and his head roll back, felt his body move even faster within her.

"That's it Jed," she whispered huskily against his neck, "come for me." He opened his eyes, looked into hers, and with a deep long cry of "AABBEEYY," he did.

Jed collapsed on her out of breath, his head on her chest. Abbey threaded her fingers through his sweat dampened locks with one hand, while the other ran soothingly over his back. She breathed in deeply the musky scent of their lovemaking, felt his fingers still running up and down the curve of her thigh.

"Well," he said, rolling off of her and pulling her to his side, her head on his chest. "That was..."

"Incredible...intense," she played with his chest hair.

"I was going to say quick," he laughed, kissing the top of her head.

"I guess it was that too," she smiled.

"For round two, I am going to take my time with you."

"You have to let me come down from round one first. We aren't teenagers anymore."

"Speak for yourself, woman. I've got so much libido stored up, I'll be able to go all day and night."

"So I guess you're saying I can throw out any prescriptions I might have for Viagra," she giggled.

"You're the only Viagra I need, babycakes," he ran his finger over the bridge of her nose and she laughed and snuggled closer to him. Despite Jed's bravado, they both dozed off for a couple hours of much needed sleep.

When they awoke, they relaxed around the cabin half dressed, doing crossword puzzles, playing chess, making love, and sitting wrapped in each others arms watching the fire crackle and snap while Andrea Bocelli played in the background. And, later that evening after dining in front of the fireplace, they lazed together in the big whirlpool bathtub. Abbey laid back against Jed's chest, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"Remember how we used to sneak away in the national parks and make love under the stars?" She asked, moving her hand to cover Jed's while he stroked her breast.

"Mmmhmm," he murmured, "and in the hayloft in the barn," he pressed a kiss to her temple and smoothed her damp hair back from her forehead.

"And on the Abigail Anne," she kissed the palm of his hand, her tongue running the length of his lifeline.

"And on the empty beach on Barren Island," his hand moved down between her thighs.

"I miss that spontaneity," she arched into his hand. "Our lives are so predictable now."

"Well, if spontaneity is what you want, Abigail, we'll have to work on that. Want to go make love under the stars?" He smiled as she opened her legs wider, giving his fingers better access to her.

"You're doing just fine," Abbey sighed, holding his hand in place.

"I thought so," Jed chuckled.

****

Abbey had slept wrapped in Jed's arms all night long so when he awoke the next morning, he knew right away she was gone. He got out of bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants. He found his wife in the kitchen, her hair still slightly sleep tousled. She was wearing only his dress shirt which barely came to her knees and revealed much of her shapely, slender legs.

"Morning, sexy," he said walking into the room. "Do you know how long it's been since I've found you cooking half naked in the kitchen?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

"Well, you know I would but I don't think the White House chef would approve."

"Well, I know for a fact the President wouldn't approve. Nobody gets to ogle the First Lady like this but him." Abbey leaned back and he rubbed his rough cheek against her soft one.

"You need to shave," she ran a finger over the stubble on his chin, "Why don't you go take a shower?"

"OK, care to join me?"

"Jed," she laughed,"my God, you're insatiable."

"Yes I am," he wiggled his eyebrow at her. Abbey couldn't help but smile at how boyish he looked with his tousled light brown hair and twinkling blue eyes.

"I am going to finish making breakfast. Go take your shower," she slapped his butt.

***

"I can't believe I let you convince me to do this," Jed grumbled, tying the laces on his sneakers.

"Jed, we're going on a hike. I'm not making you run 10 miles," she said while filling a backpack with water bottles and snacks. It was still a little too chilly in March for a full picnic.

"Why do we have to go for a hike?" He looked up at his wife who was wearing faded jeans, a light blue cashmere sweater, and a fawn colored suede jacket.

"Because we should at least get some fresh air. We did spend all day yesterday lazing around in bed."

"Nothing wrong with that," he mumbled.

"Get your ass moving, Bartlet. Let's go."

"Let me remind you, missy, that you are speaking to the President of the United States. You really should show a little more respect."

Abbey wrinkled her nose at him and turned to sashay out of the cabin, swinging her jean clad hips suggestively.

"You keep that up hot pants, and I'll jump you before you get to the trail."

"Ok, Neanderthal man, catch me if you can," she laughed and ran down past the pool towards the woods. Jed caught up with her just as she started into the woods and swung her around by the waist.

"I'm getting too old to be chasing you down," he said, breathing heavily.

"You need the exercise."

"I can think of better ways of exercising," he pinned her against a tree and kissed her deeply.

"Unh uh," she pushed his hand off her breast. "You're not going to get out of this walk that easy. Now come on, let's walk and enjoy the day." She took his hand and led him down one of the bridle paths that ran through the property. It was a glorious sunny morning, still cool, but with a hint of spring in the air. They walked with their hands in each other's back pockets talking and laughing as only lovers could.

After a couple miles they came to a grassy bluff overlooking a meandering stream and decided to stop for a break before heading back to the cabin.

Abbey sat on a rock looking through the backpack for their water bottles, Jed sat watching her. The way the sunlight brought out the fiery red highlights in her auburn hair. He stared at her face. It was such a beautiful face, an expressive face. When he had met her, it had been the face of a girl, it was now the face of a woman. Right now it held such gentility, peace, and contentment. It didn't always look that way. It had been a long time since he had seen her this relaxed. That was his fault. He should have made sure they got away together more often.

"What?" Abbey asked, catching him staring at her. "Do I have something on my face?"

"You're beautiful," he said simply.

"Jed."

"No, I'm just stating a fact, Abigail. You are a very beautiful woman. I think even more beautiful now than when I first met you."

"Sometimes you can be a very sweet man," she said handing him an apple and a bottle of water.

***

After their snack, Jed laid back with his head in Abbey's lap and she stroked his hair back of his face absently while staring dreamily at the sun playing off the water.

"I want you to know I am very impressed with you," Jed said.

"Me? Why?"

"Because not once have you asked to call about the babies or worried excessively."

"Yes...well..." she bit her bottom lip guiltily.

"When did you call?" He sighed.

"This morning before you woke up," she admitted. "I couldn't help it, Jed. It was my first night away from them and they're so little. I just wanted to make sure they were OK."

"Well, Hattie told me they...," he bit his tongue, realizing he had just slipped.

"She told you what, Jed?" she asked sweetly, biting back a smile. "And just when did you call?"

"This morning before I joined you for my second shower," he admitted. "OK, I worried too." Abbey looked down into her handsome husband's face. He was looking up at her with those earnest blue eyes framed by long sandy eyelashes and she felt a wave of combined tenderness, love, and desire fill her. He might have his faults, God only knew, but he was such a good man. She bent down to kiss his lips gently.

"Let's go back to the cabin," she said, her voice laced with emotion. Jed looked up seeing the desire in her eyes.

"Now you're talking."

***

Abbey lay naked in her husband's arms in front of the fireplace later that afternoon. A fleece blanket covered them from the waist down.

"We really need to get dressed," she said tracing patterns with her fingertips on his belly.

"I know," Jed sighed, "back to reality. The only good part is getting to see the kids again. I really missed them."

"Me too. As noisy and demanding as they are, it's nice to be needed again. I mean, I know the girls need me but they don't NEED me. Not like the twins do."

"No empty nest for us," Jed laughed.

"Does that bother you?"

"No. I like the idea of starting all over. When we are out of the White House and at home, the kids will still be little and I'll get to spend so much more time with them than I did with the girls."

"Don't sell yourself short. You were, and are, a great dad."

"Still, I am looking forward to it, provided nothing progresses and..."

"Ssh," Abbey covered his lips with her finger, "not today. Today everything is going to be fine. You will get to be Mr. Mom."

"Well, I don't know if I want to go quite that far," he looked up and they smiled at each other, happy for this day and hopeful for the future.

****

Two hours later, Marine One landed at Andrews Air Force base as it was too foggy to land on the White House lawn. A limo drove the First Couple back to the White House.

Leo had asked to be informed when the car arrived at the White House gates so he could get the President right to the situation room to update him about Turkey. Danny Concannon was doing an in depth portrayal of the White House Chief of Staff so he had been following Leo around all day. That was why Leo, Danny, and Nancy McNally happened to be standing on the sidewalk when the car pulled up and the doors were opened to reveal the President and First Lady making out like a couple of teenagers in the back seat.

Leo cleared his throat and Abbey all but jumped out of Jed's arms. The President was less quick to react and Abbey had to forcibly push his hand from its position under her shirt on her belly. She began tucking her shirt back into her jeans and smoothing her hair down trying to maintain some dignity. The President didn't even bother to button the three buttons at his throat that Abbey had opened.

"I take it two days wasn't enough?" Leo grinned.

"Nope," Jed said unabashedly, stepping out of the limo and turning back to help Abbey out. "I trust we won't be reading about this interlude in the paper tomorrow, Danny."

"No sir," Danny laughed, "I don't write for the National Enquirer."

"Well, you two don't usually greet me at my car door," he turned to Leo and Nancy. "I take it we have another situation?"

"Just some fallout to the situation in Turkey you need to be made aware of."

"Never a dull moment," Jed sighed. "Let's go."

"Sir," Leo whispered, "you might want to button your shirt before we get to the sit room."

"Too sexy for you Leo," he teased.

"Not me, sir. I just thought you might want to avoid more ribbing over that hickey and the lipstick on your neck."

"Good call," he said, buttoning his shirt. "Don't need everyone thinking I'm some kind of sex maniac."

"We'll keep that a secret among a select few," Leo deadpanned.

CJ approached Abbey as they walked through the West Wing, Jed on his way to the situation room and Abbey on her way to the residence. She couldn't help but smile. This was not the tired, tense Abbey who left here yesterday. There was a relaxed softness to her (and a slight whisker burn along her jaw). Like most women, CJ could tell when another of her species had scratched an itch and Abigail Bartlet had most definitely had an itch scratched.

"I have the videotape of the State of the Union you asked me for," she said.

"Why did you want a tape of the State of the Union?" Jed asked. "You were there."

"Only for the first 20 minutes and, during those 20 minutes, I had some more important things on my mind."

"What could be more important than my speech?"

"Trying not to scream in agony on national TV, and worrying that my water was going to break on the floor of the U.S. Congress."

"OK, I'll give you that. So, you've never watched it?"

"Not yet. I've been a little busy. Why?" She asked puzzled.

"No reason," he said vaguely, and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you upstairs in a little while."

"OK," Abbey watched her husband depart with a small frown on her face. She had a feeling there was something on that tape she wasn't going to like and her husband knew it.

TBC...