"Make yourself comfortable," Jordan said as she and Leo entered her apartment. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable," she flashed him a seductive smile and moved toward her bedroom. Leo smiled back at her and began to work at his bow tie. Once that was discarded he started to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt as he sank down onto her couch.

He and Jordan had been on a few dates since she had represented him at the hearing and both had know when he invited her out for this New Year's Eve party that tonight they would take their relationship one step further. Leo hadn't thought much about it, but now all of the sudden he was nervous. He hadn't been with a woman since he had split with Jenny. And, other than a few one night stands that he barely remembered from his drinking days, Jenny had been the only woman that he had bedded since he was 18. To say he was feeling a bit of performance anxiety was putting it mildly.

He picked up a magazine off Jordan's coffee table and absently flipped through the pages. He wasn't paying much attention to anything he was looking at, that is until he came to a page that held a large glossy photo of a woman he knew very well. It was Abbey Bartlet wearing a strapless gold lame sheath; her flaming hair loose and sexy and a come hither look in her eyes. Images began to flash like darts through his brain.

The Secret Service agents he'd overheard in the hall outside his doors.

"Did you hear about those lucky sons of bitches up in Maine. They got to follow the President's sailboat while he and the First Lady went for a little romantic moonlight cruise."

"Yeah, so?"

"Let's say things got VERY romantic. The First Lady was half-naked and she went down on the President right on the deck. Jesus, she is one hell of a woman, I can't believe I missed it."

Leo shifted uncomfortably. He was disgusted with himself at the image that came to his mind of Abbey on her knees doing just that, but for HIM, not the President. He leaned back against the couch cushions and closed his eyes as if that would shut the images away. It did just the opposite. The images came fast and furious. Abbey dancing in her bikini top and sarong on the 'Abigail Anne'. Abbey all naked bare limbs twisted in the sheets with Jed. Abbey, her silk robe parting to reveal the slope of one creamy breast as she leaned over to take her daughter out of the crib. Abbey, the exquisite purring moans and soft gasping whimpers she uttered while making love, and the way she had looked in those pictures Ron had brought into the Oval Office, naked, her back arched, her legs wrapped...

"Reading Vogue now, Leo?" Jordan asked with amusement.

Leo gasped with guilt and dropped the magazine as if it were on fire.

"J...just waiting for you," he said. His eyes moved appreciatively over her body in the pale blue peignoir she had changed into.

"Looks like you've gotten a bit of a head start," she eyed the slight bulge in his tuxedo trousers and sat down on the couch beside him. She covered his lips with hers and began to run her hand over that enticing bulge.

This was something entirely new for Leo. He wasn't used to having a woman as the aggressor, Jenny had rarely initiated sex. He gave himself over to the sensations his body had been deprived of for so long. He kissed her back fervently, his lips moving down her jaw as his hand slid inside the lacy negligee to cover her warm soft breast.

"Oh God, Abbey," he groaned "I want you so bad, Baby," his plea was full of desperate emotion. Jordan froze in his arms and pulled back with a look of stunned disbelief.

'What?" Leo asked puzzled.

"You bastard," she slapped him across the face. "Who the hell is Abbey?"

"What?" Leo asked rubbing his sore cheek. He knew how stupidly asinine he sounded but he didn't understand how Jordan could haven gotten into his head and known what he was thinking.

"Abbey. You just called me Abbey when you said how much you wanted me. Just who is this Abbey that you want so much?" She moved to get to her feet and happened to glance down at the magazine Leo had dropped earlier. It was opened to a full-page gorgeous picture of Abbey Bartlet. She realized at that point that the bulge in Leo's trousers had little to do with her and could only be attributed to the woman in the picture. Her eyes widened with shock. "Oh my God," she gasped, "the Abbey you want is MRS. Abigail Bartlet, the wife of your best friend."

"Jordan, it isn't what you think."

"Why don't you tell me what it is, Leo?"

"It's complicated. There's nothing going on between Abbey and me. There never has been. I'm the one who's had the infatuation all these years, she's pretty much oblivious. There are a lot of things going on right now that have made me think of her that way again."

"Sexually?"

"Yes," Leo, admitted with shame. "I wish I didn't, believe me. I'd give anything not to feel this way about her, but I do."

"I think you better go now, Leo," Jordan slipped her robe back on. "Don't call me again, at least not until you've worked through whatever it is you're feeling. I can't let you make love to me knowing that you'll be closing your eyes and pretending that I'm Abbey Bartlet."

"I'm sorry, Jordan. I really like you. I wanted this to happen tonight."

"Me too," she sad sadly. "But THIS can't happen until you can put your feelings for the First Lady aside. Good bye, Leo," she kissed his cheek with a sigh. "Happy New Year."

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The First Couple entered their home well after midnight on New Year's Eve. They were laughing and slightly tipsy from all the champagne consumed at Governor Jeanne Shaheen's New Year's Eve party at the Marriott.

"OK, the house is empty and we are all alone. You did promise me we would christen my gift tonight," Jed said. He took her hand and began to lead her toward the French doors that lead to the outside.

"Wait," Abbey admonished him. "You go up and check on the twins and meet me back down here in say 10 minutes."

"10 minutes," Jed said, looking at his watch to make sure he knew exactly when he could come back. He turned to go but Abbey stopped him.

"Before you go, can you unzip me first?" She lifted her heavy hair off her shoulders and Jed slowly unzipped her dress allowing his fingertips to graze the skin down her spine. He felt her shiver and pressed a kiss into the soft tender nape of her neck.

"Jed, you better go," she sighed "or we aren't going to make it outside." Jed gave one last look at the tantalizing slender column of her back then turned to go and do as she had asked.

Exactly 10 minutes later Jed was back downstairs and ready to go but Abbey wasn't there. In her place lay the silky dress she had worn that evening. He looked toward the French doors and saw a black lace slip lying puddled on the floor. He moved forward and picked it up drawing it to his face and inhaling the scent of her deeply. He smiled and began to follow her trail of discarded clothes. At the doors he found her garter belt and nylon stockings and added it to the collection in his arms. By now his trousers were beginning to feel a little snug with the anticipation of how he would find his wife. He stepped out onto the deck and saw the black lace bustier lying just beside the bubbling hot tub.

"You're a little overdressed, honeybear," the purring seductive tone of Abbey's voice brought his eyes up to the hot tub and he nearly groaned at the sight. When he had stepped outside she had been sitting low in the water with just her head and her pale shoulders visible. But now she stared straight into his eyes and boldly sat up revealing her bare breasts. Her hair was damp and curly from the steam and the water sluiced down over her body the way his tongue wanted to. He watched a droplet of water settle on her nipple and he felt an electric jolt of desire from his nipples to his belly to his penis that was now painfully hard in his trousers. Abbey gave a seductive smile as her eyes settled on his waist and she licked a drop of water from her lips.

"Christ, Abbey," he muttered, tugging at the buttons on his shirt, "I'm going to come just looking you."

"You better not," she teased, "I want you inside me for that." Jed paused in his ministrations to look into her beautiful hazel eyes which had gone smoky with desire. He began to work at his clothes faster and nearly fell on his ass when his foot got stuck in his pant leg.

"You take your shoes off first, Einstein," she grinned. She was thoroughly enjoying the sensual power she had over him right now. She had the President of the United States tripping over his own feet to get to her and make love to her.

The fact that it was about 10 degrees out certainly didn't make things any easier in getting his clothes off, but finally, Jed flung his boxers off. He gasped as the icy air hit that extremely sensitive part of his body and he watched with dismay as his powerful erection deflated.

"Don't worry about it," Abbey gave a throaty laugh. "Hop in and I'll warm you back up."

Jed moved from the frigid air and slid into the extremely hot bubbling water next to his wife.

"Since you sat up, I've been dying to do this," he dipped his head and his tongue snaked out to lick the drop of water off her nipple. Abbey gave a low moan and slid her soft wet body against his rougher male one.

"Since you walked outside aroused, I've been dying to do this" she placed her hand between his legs and began to stroke him back to life.

Jed's wet hands began to slide over her body expertly knowing where to touch. Their lips met in a tender gentle kiss they both knew would soon be aflame with passion.

"I love you, Abbey," he said against her lips. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, babe."

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In an apartment in Washington DC, Marcus Hughes lay in the arms of Lori, his supposed girlfriend. Since the incident where he had sent the pictures to Abbey, he had been laying low. Security had been tightened around her and he figured it would give them a false sense of security if he did nothing for a while. But he couldn't wait much longer. The rage was building every day. The need to see her, touch her, possess her grew stronger with each passing moment. An immense feeling of arousal overtook him every time he thought about seeing the fear in her eyes, seeing her weak and defenseless and most of all making her beg him. Oh yes, Abbey Bartlet would beg him this time.

"You've been sending Mrs. Bartlet letters?" Lori asked.

"Yes," he hated how she referred to her as Mrs. Bartlet.

"She'll never get them."

"What are you talking about?"

"Unless it's private coded mail, everything is filtered by her secretaries and chief of staff and anything irregular is sent to the Service. "

"So she hasn't gotten any of those letters?" He hissed.

"I doubt it. Look, don't take it so badly. There is another way," she ran her hand over his chest coyly. Marcus swallowed the bile in his throat at this woman's touch. It was not her touch he desired or wanted. "I can sneak something in past the secretaries and put it in her office or in the Residence."

"You'd do that?" He tried to sound genuinely appreciative.

"I don't like her anymore than you do. It might be fun to see her squirm a little."

Yes, it would, Marcus thought but not in the way she was thinking. He rolled over and eyed the glossy photo of Abbey in Vogue magazine. He had warned her not to flaunt herself, warned her that she would be punished. But, Lori had just said that she probably hadn't seen his warnings. Maybe it was time he warned her in person, just the thought of touching her again made his blood pump with excitement. Yes, that's what he would have to do, warn her in person.

"Hey, it's midnight, Marcus. Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year," he said, reluctantly accepting her kiss. Happy New Year, Abbey, he thought. 2002 is the year we will finally be together. You will finally be mine.

The End!