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By: vegawriters
Happy (late) Yule to: capecodgirl
Pairing: CJ/Simon
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: We Killed Yamamoto
Disclaimer: God almighty I wish Simon were mine. The things I’d do to him … wait. Wrong fantasy. No, I do wish Simon and CJ were mine. But, since they aren’t, I’m borrowing them. They’re gonna get dirty, but I promise they’ll take a bath before they go home. I, unfortunately, don’t get any money for them getting dirty. Or clean for that matter.
A/N: You’d have thought that this story would be easy because all capecodgirl wanted was CJ/Simon. And I write CJ/Simon. But finding the perfect moment in their lives together was a bit difficult. I hope this works for you. Happy (late) holidays and thanks for your patience.
Summary: Later, he would ask himself if it was really because he didn’t want people around her or because her ex-boyfriend didn’t seem to be able to stop touching her as they talked. But, that would be later and he wasn’t at later yet.
C.J.
We couldn't just be two people who are walking home at the end of the night?
SIMON
We are.
~From: We Killed Yamamoto~
He realized, as he watched her circle the room elegantly, that he could get used to this.
On a night like tonight, though, when he was only serving as her bodyguard and his job was to keep her away from the masses, he found himself irritated that he’d agreed to this impromptu little stop.
Later, he would ask himself if it was really because he didn’t want people around her or because her ex-boyfriend didn’t seem to be able to stop touching her as they talked. But, that would be later and he wasn’t at later yet.
He stood at the edge of the room, all his senses on alert, and tried to focus on his job and not on the woman who stood in the center of the group of people, talking and laughing. She was, without a doubt, the most irritating human being he’d ever encountered. She was beautiful and she was loud mouthed and she was beautiful and she was brilliant and she was beautiful and …
He stopped his train of thought with an abrupt shake of his head. It was completely unprofessional to spend the party staring at his protectee’s legs. Just because those legs went up to her neck and he couldn’t help but fantasize about what they’d be like wrapped around his neck didn’t mean it was right. He had a job to do and CJ Cregg’s attributes were not to be dreamed about while she was under his umbrella of protection.
It didn’t stop him from taking a second glance when she sat down and the skirt she was wearing rode up on her thighs. The flash of leg confirmed his suspicions – that CJ was a thigh-high kind of girl.
He focused on army training and baseball stats and making sure that no one would come out of the crowd to hurt her.
He wasn’t a man right now – he was an agent of the United States Secret Service and he had a job to do and that job did not include reacting to CJ the way most men in the country reacted to her.
No, he had a sacred duty to uphold. CJ was his protectee.
His tall and brilliant and funny and beautiful protectee.
His protectee.
Suddenly the entire statistical history of the New York Yankees seemed like an important thing to concentrate on. He could do that and focus on CJ’s protection at the same time. After all, the Yankees were even more irritating than his obsession with CJ.
In truth, CJ wasn’t irritating. She was but she wasn’t and it was mostly irritating that he hadn’t had the courage to ask her out before he’d become her bodyguard.
A part of him actually found her resistance to his protection amusing.
The rest of him was irritated. But the part of him that found her amusing found him smiling when she came up to him.
“I’m ready,” her voice was pitched, low, just for him, and he found himself wondering how she used that voice in her bedroom.
He just nodded, knowing full well that the fun part of the conversation would begin when they were alone. “All right.” His hand found the small of her back and together they walked. It wasn’t protocol but it was definitely within his bounds, and it allowed him a moment to bring his fantasy to reality. He was leaving the party with CJ and taking her home. When they returned to her place, the fantasy could end. Right now, though, he could indulge. He even slipped her coat over her shoulders as they reached the door.
Yes, he thought, as she exited the building just in front of him, damning protocol yet again, he could definitely get used to this.
~fin~