"Why didn't you tell me Toby and Andy got back together?" Abbey asked.

"How do you know they're back together?"

"Well, uh, Jed. Do I have to explain to you how babies are made? I'd say that if they're having sex they're back together."

"What I meant was that it didn't seem to me that Toby was making much headway in getting Andy to marry him again."

"She'll see the light. She's carrying his children now, that has to mean something." Abbey thought of her own pregnancies. She had never felt quite as close to Jed, quite as connected, as she did when she was carrying his child inside her belly. "Just think, Aislinn and Nicky will have another set of twins to play with. They can…"

Jed's hand gently covered Abbey's mouth.

"Jed!" Abbey twisted out of his grip.

"No more talk about Toby, or Andy, or babies, or ANYTHING. The time for talk is over."

"And you think I'M bossy?"

"I was just re-elected commander in chief of the United States of America. You know what that means, don't you?"

"Enlighten me, please." She stood with a hand on her hip.

"It means that when I give an order people jump."

"And does that always work for you?"

"I don't know. Let me give it a try. Take off your clothes."

Abbey eyed him for a long moment then decided that if played properly this game could be a lot of fun. "Aye Aye, sir." She saluted him, then set to work unbuttoning the pajama top, slowly, agonizingly slowly for Jed. She allowed the top to slide off her shoulders and down her fingertips until she stood before her husband bare breasted, wearing nothing but a tiny triangular scrap of red and black lace panties and her red high heels.

Abbey stood completely still, gratified that just looking at her could cause that ravenous look on Jed's face, could cause his breath to quicken as it had. Her husband was a hungry man and she knew that despite their game to the contrary she could easily cause him to become putty in her hands. Instead, she kept her eyes locked with his as he moved silently forward, the air filled with sexual electricity. He reached a hand out to gently trace the delicate curve of her collarbone with his fingertip before finally allowing it to trail down over her chest and graze over her nipple feeling it stiffen immediately under his touch. Abbey had always been an incredibly responsive woman. He gave a slight grin at her soft intake of breath and pulled her into her arms to dance.

There was something incredibly sexy and naughty about dancing naked in her husband's arms while he was still completely dressed. Her nipples pressed sensuously against the silk of his robe and she felt his lips nuzzling sweetly against the curve of her neck. She shivered with desire as his fingers traced their way up and down the curve of her spine but it was only when he finally gripped her rear in his hands and pulled her up against him hard that she knew whatever problems Jed had had with his illness earlier it had not affected his libido. He was hard, rock hard against her.

Jed grinned as he felt Abbey press herself into him knowing that she had been studiously avoiding that part of his anatomy all night. "You want some of that, eh?"

"Oh yeah," she sighed tearing at the belt on his robe.

"All in due time."

"Jed," she protested.

"Abbey, I'm your commander in chief."

"Then command me. I'm ready."

Jed grinned; she wasn't going to make prolonging this easy for him.

"Take off your panties and lay back on the bed. I'm going to show you how I won this election."

"Jed," she protested, as she slid her panties down over her hips and thighs finally kicking them out of her way. "I thought we were going to have sex, not an electoral lecture." She would have thought that he was stalling because he was having difficulty staying hard but she could see his swollen erection tenting his pajama bottoms. He wanted her, of that she was sure.

"I promise you. You're going to enjoy this lecture." He pointed to the bed.

Abbey did as commanded. She lay back on the bed stretching out and arching her back so that she tantalizingly thrust her breasts up at him. It took all Jed's willpower to resist those amazing full breasts and instead stretch out next to her.

"Are you ready for that electoral lecture now?"

"I suppose. If that's your idea of foreplay."

"It is. You see, my love, I won all along the gently curving coastline of New England." His lips began trailing along her jaw, nibbling and teasing her before beginning the path down her throat. "And I won in the place where only you and I knew that I'd do well. The heartland." His lips burned a trail across her chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken as he moved further along his electoral path over the slope of one full ripe breast.

"I won in Wyoming, home of the Great Tetons with their magnificent peaks." His tongue curled over her nipple teasing it until it was hard and distended. Only then did he pull it into his mouth, suckling her with a hungry greed until the ache was so strong deep in Abbey's belly that she began lifting her hips toward him restlessly, her breath coming in soft little pants.

"Then of course I did well as we move south from those Great Tetons, down to the breadbasket of America where the fertile land is plowed, the seed generously planted, the harvest reaped." Abbey gave a soft sound of disapproval as he left her breasts but it didn't take long for her to get just as caught up with his next destination. Jed's teeth scraped over the soft rise of her lower belly where he'd sewn many a seed over the years, his tongue dipping into her navel. Abbey's hands clutched at the sheets, desperate for him to move lower to ease the pulsing ache between her legs.

"I even did well way down in the Deep South, in the dark, damp, humid bayous of Louisiana." He brushed his cheek against the copper curls that covered Abbey's sex inhaling her musky perfume and kissing her there softly before sitting up abruptly.

"Spread your legs," he ordered softly. "Let me look at you."

Abbey's moss green eyes, slumberous with desire, met Jed's as she slowly parted her thighs for him. The glittering look of passion that filled his eyes at the sight of her was enough to cause Abbey to raise her hips to him in silent invitation. He knelt between her legs, gently pushing her knees even further apart his eyes growing hooded, hungry. She felt his fingers move teasingly up the tender flesh of her inner thighs and, her stomach tightening, she held her breath in delicious anticipation. When his fingers finally touched her, tracing the seam of her core, Abbey closed her eyes, her back arching in complete sexual surrender.

The knock on the door stopped Jed just as his mouth settled on her.

"Sir?" It was Charlie's voice.

"Nooooo…." Abbey wailed with frustration her fists pounding the bed, as Jed stopped what he was doing to look toward the door. She rolled to her side and grabbed the first thing she could find throwing it as hard as she could toward the door. The crystal vase shattered loudly upon impact, water and flowers scattering.

"I guess the President is finished with meetings tonight Ms. Cregg," Jed heard the young man say and they were left with the sound of CJ's chuckle as she departed.

"Well, I was going to tell Charlie we were busy but breaking a 5,000 dollar vase was, I suppose, more effective."

"I thought so," Abbey's voice was husky now, needy, and Jed began to nibble his way back up her inner thigh. This time when his mouth settled on her there were no interruptions.

"Jeeeddd…" She gasped in ecstasy as his tongue found her clitoris, giving it long wet strokes.

"Do you remember the first time I kissed you here? The first time I put my mouth on you?" He flicked at her with the very tip of his tongue.

"Mmm…." Abbey was quickly losing any coherent thought.

"You came the instant my tongue touched you."

"I like it," she groaned softly, her fingers gripping the sheets.

"I know how you do." Jed went to work in earnest then, his tongue slipping between her folds into the wet swollen depths of her.

Abbey tried to watch him; it was so amazingly erotic to watch her husbands bronze head cradled between her thighs as he pleasured her with his mouth and tongue. But, soon the pleasure was too much. She closed her eyes and threw her head back surrendering all control of her body to the ecstasy her husband was creating. She knew then that she wouldn't care if Jed's entire cabinet walked through the door, all she cared about were the sensations running through her body. Sensations that made her stomach tense and her thighs quiver, sensations that caused those soft moans and animalistic little whimpers to emanate from her. She moved restlessly against the bed lifting her pelvis to Jed's mouth, her fingers tearing at the sheets.

"Please…please…. please…." It was all she could think to say. She felt her orgasm building deep inside and tried to stop it. She didn't want to come, not yet, this felt too good. And yet, in the next instant as Jed slid two fingers inside her, his teeth nibbling at her over-sensitized clitoris she knew that if she didn't come soon she was going to die from the pleasure of her husband's mouth and magical tongue.

She felt the coil tightening within her, felt the near pain as her entire body tensed at the pinnacle of desire and then her husband sucked her tiny swollen nub between his lips and she arched off the bed screaming his name with her release, convulsions ripping uncontrollably through her slender body.

Abbey lay back panting softly, trying to regain her breath her eyes closed. Jed still lay between her thighs, his cheek brushing against her soft damp curls kissing her there every so often to prolong the pulsing little aftershocks. When he finally felt her legs fall limply to the bed he looked up at her resting his chin on her pubic bone.

"That was for New Hampshire," he gave her a cute, sweet little smile.

"Hunh?…What?" Abbey was still trying to regain her wits, her body still trembling from the blistering orgasm.

"I said that was for winning New Hampshire for me. Thank you."

"Well, uh…your welcome."

Jed got up on his knees sliding his pajama bottoms down to reveal his enormous erection. Abbey's body gave an involuntary little pulse at the sight even as she wondered if she was quite ready for another round. Jed didn't give her much choice. She watched his hand close over his engorged penis to help guide it for entry. Abbey's fingers itched with jealousy and the need to feel all that satiny hardness in her own hand.

"Let me," she ordered throatily. Jed relinquished his hold, groaning as Abbey's softer more professional hand took over. He was already damp with the excited drops of emission that had come forth while he pleasured her. He closed his hand over hers guiding it up and down his shaft, remembering how he had taught her how to do this, taught her what felt good to him. She had been a very good pupil. Too good.

"Abbey…"

She heard the strain in his voice and before she thought she was really ready for another dizzying ride she guided him to her entrance gasping when he plunged into her with more force than either had expected. He hovered over her then completely still for one long moment, his eyes locked with hers, this woman who had given him so much love and support and pleasure over the years. The woman who allowed him to have this night, this victory, his wife, his lover.

"I love you," he groaned, pushing her hair back from her face. "My God, how I love you." He crushed his lips to hers kissing her deeply, thoroughly, his tongue and lips still tasting of her. Abbey clung to him, her fingernails digging into his back as he began to thrust his thick hard length into her. She lifted her knees higher up around his waist meeting him thrust for thrust, needing him harder, deeper, and faster. Jed complied. He was commander in chief again, taking, possessing, making her his, proving to her that he was still the virile lover she'd always known.

As impossible as Abbey had thought it just a few moments before her body began to tighten, her soft cries filling the room. She watched her husband making love to her his jaw tight, his face strained, his eyes closed. She felt the beads of sweat drip from his chest to her breasts. She heard his deep groans grow more and more ragged until finally he went rigid, his penis seeming to swell even larger as he exploded within her crying her name to the ceiling. Then suddenly she couldn't think anymore, the bursts of semen sending her over the edge into her own seemingly endless orgasm. The contractions within her continued to milk Jed for what seemed like ages, until finally he collapsed on her completely spent. Abbey held him there; her legs still locked over his back unable to let him leave her body, unable to allow this perfect moment to end. She felt his lips moving against her hair, whispering of his satisfaction, "You're so good…so good…you feel so damn good…you're going to make me come forever. And, as she started coming down from the high there were soft endearments "You're so soft…so soft…I love you what you do to me…love you so much, Abbey, I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby," she murmured, tears stinging her eyes, her fingers stroking through his soft thick hair. "I love you…"

And then they were quiet, their breathing becoming more normal, the world spinning back to its proper axis. Abbey felt Jed softening inside her and she sighed with a soft sound of disappointment when he lifted himself from her body leaving her feeling suddenly empty. Jed didn't allow her that feeling of emptiness for long. As he settled back against the pillows he pulled her up hard against his side his movements possessive. It was different tonight and both of them knew it. It wasn't about the election battles or spoils of war, it was about defeating his illness and proving he was still the man he had always been, and that God willing, he always would be.

Abbey cuddled up tightly to his side, throwing her knee up over his thighs just as Jed's big warm hand cupped over the curve of her bare ass. Tears of relief stung her eyes as she nuzzled into his torso, her fingers brushing lightly over his chest hair. She was so busy thanking God that today's symptoms had merely been due to being over tired and the stress of the election and hadn't actually been an attack that she was startled when Jed spoke.

"Abbey, there's something I need to say," he continued to stroke her hair with his other hand.

Abbey held her breath waiting for some profound statement about his health or what the next 10 years might bring. She wasn't ready for that, didn't want this moment spoiled by what ifs, but she was his wife. She would listen to him, comfort him and help him to control his fears. "Okay, say it."

"I'm hungry."

"What!" Abbey sat up indignant with him for making her think the worse.

"I said I'm hungry. That caviar didn't exactly fill me up."

"Well, don't expect me to get up and make you something to eat. I'm tired and you wiped me out. Multiple orgasms always leave me boneless. I couldn't walk right now if I tried."

"Really, I was that good?"

"As if you had to ask, you egomaniac." She pinched his nipple sharply causing Jed to yelp.

"Hey, hey, watch the merchandise. I have bodyguards right outside that door, you know."

"You don't say?"

"Hey, I've got an idea," He sat up with boyish enthusiasm. "We have servants."

"We do? How come I was never told?"

Jed ignored the smart-ass comment and continued on. "I'm going to order something up, what do you want?"

"To go to sleep. Jed, it's after two."

"But I'm hungry," he whined. "We can have a naked picnic in bed."

There was nothing more appealing than her husband in a full-blown little boy whine. "Okay, fine, but don't order anything heavy or you'll never get to sleep."

"Yes, ma'am," he teased.

Abbey smiled as she heard him call down to the kitchen asking them to send up some black olives, a loaf of French bread, some smoked Gouda and a bowl of fresh fruit salad. She was sure the fruit salad was simply to appease her.

They were still snuggled up in bed when the steward knocked at the door. Jed jumped up and pulled on his pajama bottoms while Abbey yanked the covers up over her chest.

"Jed," Abbey stopped him as he started toward the door. "Don't forget about the broken glass. Put your slippers on."

Jed had forgotten about the broken vase and now he grinned as he took in the shattered remnants while putting on his slippers. "Pedro Martinez doesn't have anything on you Mrs. B, you've got one hell of an arm."

"It helps if you're frustrated."

"And have the temper of an Irish red head." He grinned back at her.

"Watch it, there are more vases in this room."

Jed chuckled and made his way gingerly through the glass to the door to admit the steward with their post coital snack. Standing in the doorway, Charlie couldn't help but notice all the glass and flowers lying on the wet carpet.

"Sir, would you like me to get someone up here to take care of this?" He asked.

"Charlie, go home…"

"But sir, somebody could get hurt. I could just…"

"Charlie, I'm getting back into that bed and I'm not getting out until seven a.m."

"Yes, sir." Charlie very nearly blushed as he took in the First Lady's disheveled obviously naked form still in the bed.

Satisfied that Charlie would go home, Jed turned to head back to his wife for their snack. As he turned around Charlie gave a sharp intake of breath at seeing the scratch marks that ran down the President's back.

"What?" Jed turned around to face the young man.

Charlie could feel his face flushing terribly as he realized right away just how the President had gotten those welts and just who had dug her nails down his back with such passionate force. But, there was no way of backing out gracefully now; the President wanted an answer.

"Uh…it's just…well…I just saw your back and…uh…"

"And you didn't know I was married to such a she-cat," Jed stated under his breath so that Abbey wouldn't hear.

"Yes I did…I mean…uh…no I…"

"It's okay, Charlie. We're men." Jed gave him a conspiratorial wink and patted him on the back. "Go home and crawl into bed cause that is exactly what I'm going to do."

"Yes, sir." Charlie was thrilled to get out of the awkward situation.

"What did you say to poor Charlie?" Abbey asked when they were alone again.

"I didn't say anything, sweet buns." Jed picked a strawberry out of the fruit salad and slipped it between his wife's lips. "Charlie was just telling me he thinks you're a she-cat in bed."

Abbey bit into the succulent strawberry. "You're incorrigible."

"Yeah, but you love me that way." He leaned forward to lick a drop of juice off her bottom lip.

"You know what?" She leaned back to eye him speculatively. "I actually do."

"I knew it all the time."

TBC...