Title: The Couch
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Author’s Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Pairing: CJ/Carol, The West Wing
Category: established relationship, bdsm
Date: January 22 – 29 February 2004
Short Summary: CJ pays for a misspoken remark.
Rating/Warning: R-ish for language, situations.
Spoilers (if any): There was a second or third season episode where CJ said “Get on the couch. I’m gonna do you right now” to Sam, but then told him that she’d meant Carol. I’m totally blanking on the ep’s name atm, but that’s the one.
Disclaimer: “The West Wing”, the characters and situations depicted are the property of Warner Bros. Television, John Wells Productions, NBC, etc. They are borrowed without permission, but without the intent of infringement. This site is in no way affiliated with "The West Wing", NBC, or any representatives of Allison Janney or Melissa Fitzgerald. This site contains stories between two mature, consenting adult females.
Listed fandoms request: West Wing (CJ/anybody;
Wildcard fandoms request: CSI (Catherine/Sara),
Stargate, JAG (also happy with crossovers between said
NC-17: Yes, absolutely
Author’s Notes: This was written for Lin, for the Femslash Ficathon 2004. She wanted a CJ/any pairing, among others. And this was the first thing that popped into my mind…then my muses took a little vacation and then finally came back to finish it up. Wish it could have been longer. Maybe I’ll wrestle them into doing more on this later…
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
“Get on the couch. I’m gonna do you right now.”
I could feel Carol’s stare burning a gaping hole into the back of my head…and she wasn’t even in my car. I’d consider myself lucky as hell if she even called me when I got home, let alone came over. She’d covered her shock and anger well for everyone else’s sake, but I saw past that. Right into the incandescent heat of her anger – justifiable anger at that. I’d let slip a very private revelation that could have damaged both our careers.
Thankfully, Sam thought I’d been kidding, overjoyed at our victory. He got that look in his eye that he thought I meant him. That was the first stab of jealousy to hit me from Carol. Then when I’d uttered the rest of my death sentence, the anger hit me. She’d smiled at Sam, going about her duties, but I knew I’d fucked up and fucked up hard.
This relationship was still so new for both of us…and so very dangerous, as well. I don’t think the President personally would mind, but that kind of press could be fatal. And I hadn’t considered the personal ramifications to their fullest extent yet.
With a sigh, I got out of the car, mentally planning ways to make this up to Carol. Automatically, I made my way into my apartment, relocking the door behind me in the dark. Again, completely by rote. I dropped my briefcase and keys on the entryway table, carrying the mail into the kitchen with me as I kicked off my shoes.
“Get on the couch. I’m gonna do you right now.”
I froze as the words curled around me in the dark. The mail clattered at my feet to skitter across the linoleum. It took a long tense moment before I registered the actual words spoken. No, not spoken. Purred. In that predatory tone of a great cat about to play with its prey.
“Carol?” I whispered, forcing her name past a suddenly dry throat. God, I hoped it was her…
“I said get on the couch,” she purred again, steel lining her tone. She was closer this time, close enough to feel her body heat. “Don’t make me tell you again, Claudia Jean.”
Claudia Jean. So that’s where this was headed. I swallowed audibly and tripped over my feet to land gracelessly face first on the couch, arms and legs akimbo. I wanted to reverse my indignity, but I was at her mercy now, and I’d only move at her command.
I could feel her watching me in the dark of my apartment. My skin literally crawled in anticipation of what she might do…or not do. I strained my hearing, hoping to catch it when she made her move. I knew she would, just not when.
“You made a very careless mistake, Claudia Jean. I might be tempted to think you did it purposely, hoping for punishment. Would my guess be correct?”
“No, ma’am,” I murmured, shaking my head. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, relishing the thrill of need icing down my spine to burn between my legs.
Fingers wrapped around my left arch, and my toes curled involuntarily. She massaged deeply, each touch shooting directly to the overly sensitized nerves in my crotch. She worked her way up my calf, bunching the hem of my pants leg ahead of her. Stopping at my knee, I let out a soft cry as she nipped my ankle; just enough to tear my nylons. Oh dear god, I was definitely in trouble now.
“Tell me, Claudia Jean,” she purred in my ear, repeating the teasing caresses to my right foot and calf. “What sort of punishment do you feel you deserve?”
I moaned, unable to get my voice to work properly at first, then cried out softly as she pressed into my left arch almost painfully. “Oh god! I’m sorry, ma’am! So sorry! It was an accident!”
“That’s not what I asked you, Claudia Jean.”
I swallowed thickly again at her tone. She’d modulated her voice to emulate the First Lady’s vocal mannerisms. That was my own fault for confiding my secret fantasies about Abbey Bartlet to my lover. It was why she always used my full name when we played these rougher games. The added thrill that my secretary could so easily dominated me only made our relationship that much more visceral.
The sharp sting of her palm against my ass nearly launched me off the couch all together. I panted in the aftermath, the delicious burn spreading like wildfire across my nerves. I felt the rush of lust between my legs, soaking panties, nylons, and working its way through my pants.
“You liked that, didn’t you, Claudia Jean?” That purr was back, and I moaned wantonly in response, rolling my hips toward her. I gasped as another blow stung my already sensitive skin. She tugged at my waistband. “Strip,” she growled softly. “All of it but your panties.”
I scrambled to my feet, tossing my clothes haphazardly around the room. I could always pick them up later, when Carol wasn’t taking her revenge out on my ass. Clad in only the damp satin panties, I stood and silently waited for her next command.
“Turn around, Claudia Jean,” she purred. “Let me see you again.”
I did as she requested, feeling the gooseflesh popping up as her eyes scrutinized me. I wanted to say something, to beg her forgiveness, but my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. I swallowed audibly and moved to cross my arms over my breasts, feeling far more vulnerable than I had in quite some time.
“Did I say you could move, Claudia Jean? No, I don’t think I did.”
She stood up then, began to walk around me. If I’d felt vulnerable before? It was nothing compared to this. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole…or have her forgive me and fuck me senseless. Okay, I really wanted the latter.
“Carol?” I managed to whisper. “I’m so sorry, Carol. It was an accident, a mistake. A stupid, stupid mistake.” I hazarded a glance at her. “It wasn’t intentional.”
“And telling Sam that you meant me, not him? You couldn’t have just left it alone, CJ?”
CJ. Okay, she’d left Ma’am behind, hopefully. But she’d also allowed the hurt and anger back in. I was screwed six ways till Tuesday, no matter what I did. But if I wanted this relationship to continue, I’d best do the right thing.
“Carol, if I could take it all back, I would. I’m sorry, Carol. I’m so, so sorry. I love you, and I never meant to hurt you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, but I’ll understand if you don’t.”
She was silent for a long moment, and I felt my heart sink into the ground. Yep, Claudia Jean, you’ve fucked up royally. How does it feel to be a Class A moron? And then, I shrieked as the flat of her hand landed sharply on my ass again…and again…and again. I trembled from the combined shame and desire. Before I could say anything else, her lips were fused tightly to mine.
When she finally let me up for air, she grinned broadly. “Oh, I forgive you. And I intend to make you pay for it some more. But not now. You’ll know. And you’ll take it gratefully, won’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I murmured, smiling broadly and pulling her into my arms for another kiss.
~ tbc? ~