GUYS!! I wrote my first for real fanfic today. It’s not choppy like my other ones. I’m so excited!!! (now I just need to find a CJ x Josh folks to peddle my smut and I’ll be set)
And CJ is leaving and Josh is going the other way, and before he leaves he says "Claudia Jean" and runs to her and leans against the cubicle walls. She says "yeah," and he says, again, "we did it!" And she wraps her arms around him with this sort of exuberant shout and he kisses her shoulder before they run off.
and it's the BEST. EVER. It makes me so genuinely happy, the love that can be expressed in gestures. How Josh is like everybody's big brother, how everyone's at least a little in love with CJ. How their successes are so big, so outrageously amazing and fantastic and overwhelming that they can't contain their joy, they can't help but flail and scream and run around and hug each other. I love the way that Josh always tucks his head into people's shoulders when he hugs them, like he just wants to breath them in, it's intimate and lovely and sweet and it makes me happy. I love the way that these crazy people celebrate. And I love how easy they are to love.
"You know we're at the zoo for her, not you, right?" CJ asked, amusement in her face as she pushed the stroller containing their daughter in it. The toddler squealed happily, hands reaching towards the giraffe exhibit they were passing.
"Aww honey look, she stopped at the giraffes!" Josh said, and CJ sent him a death glare, warning him not to continue any further.
"If you want to spend the night in our bed and not on the couch, I'd shut up," she said mildly, continuing on once their daughter lost interest, eyes already moving towards the lions.
Notes: Oliver requested this AGES ago and it's taken me way too long to get to this, but here it is! CJ/Josh fic to 'Santa Baby'; it's kind of short and it took a turn for the sweeter rather than smuttier, but I hope you enjoy! :)
The apartment smelled like sugar cookies and vanilla icing, and the Christmas lights twinkled on the tree CJ had convinced him to buy, even though it was half-dead because neither of them remembered to water it when they were home (in their defense, they had better things to do when they were actually at home instead of in the office).
Josh was sprawled on the sofa, waiting for his girlfriend to be finished decorating so he could convince her to turn a Christmas movie on and make out for a little while before they frosted the cookies.
“Turn the stereo up,” CJ said over her shoulder from where she was hanging ornaments on the tree, turning her head in Josh’s general direction. He frowned, though he followed her orders (he’d learned the hard way that he just had to do what she said without questions). He recognized the song; ‘Santa Baby’, one of his favorites.
Then he noticed the way his girlfriend’s hips were swaying, and his mouth went dry.
She was wearing a tight red skirt and her white long-sleeved shirt had ridden up so he could see the smooth skin of her back and he swallowed, licking his lips. God she was sexy when she did that.
She began to hum along, hips still swinging as she moved around the tree, hanging another few ornaments as Josh watched, shifting slightly and swallowing the whine that was building in the back of his throat. It was their second ‘official’ Christmas together, and tomorrow they were due back to have dinner with the Bartlets.
His thought process stopped completely when CJ actually sang along, her voice babydoll-pitched and making everything south of his hips tighten. She turned and her eyes met and locked with his, and he knew he was a goner. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and she had a few strands of tinsel left over from when he’d thrown it at her earlier; she looked like a sexy Christmas angel and she was his.
Her lips curled up into a smirk and she moved over to him when he beckoned, perching herself in his lap and sliding her arms around his neck. His hands grasped her hips as he tugged her closer, tugging her bottom lip into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth. She pulled away from the kissing, still singing low under her breath.
“I've been an awful good girl,” she whisper-sang, sliding herself against his lap, earning a low groan from him as his fingers tightened around her hips, squeezing as she kissed the corner of his mouth. “Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing.”
She kissed him fully this time, hands cupping his face gently as she easily parted his lips and tilted her head, fingers running through his hair gently. He responded easily, hands sliding up and down her back softly, pressing her against his chest.
“I love you,” she murmured, watching as his eyes widened before they softened, his fingers slipping underneath her shirt to press against her skin.
“I love you too,” he replied, watching as her eyes lit up and face crinkled in a smile. “Santa cutie.”
She rolled her eyes, kissing him again as she snuggled in his lap, head resting underneath his chin as they gazed at their Christmas tree together.
“It looks great,” Josh whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to the skin just behind it and feeling her sigh contentedly, her weight warm on top of his lap. “Merry Christmas, Claudia Jean.”
“Merry Christmas Joshua,” she replied, turning to capture his mouth again, thumbs stroking his jaw lightly as the lights twinkled in the background.
3 sentence Josh/CJ fic for literally any prompt you like :D :D
"If you don't shut that damn alarm off, I'm going to kill you."
Josh rolled his eyes at CJ's annoyed, sleep-laced voice as she shoved her face back under the pillow while he shut off the alarm, pressing himself against her back afterwards, kissing her shoulder softly.
"C'mon, it's Christmas; the kids'll be up soon," he murmured into her skin, feeling her sigh softly and stretch, rolling to face him.
"For the record, I still think we should have let them wake us up instead of setting that damn alarm," she replied, and he shut her up with a kiss, the first sounds of pattering feet hitting their ears. "Here they come."
"I swear to god Joshua Lyman, if you try to kiss me before you tell me each of the amendments to the Constitution and the year they were added, you’re not getting sex for a week," CJ warned, stretched out on her boyfriend’s bed, his shirt riding up on her thighs.
"But then that means no sex for you too," Josh replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh honey, if you think I can’t get any from half the boys on this campus, you are sadly mistaken," CJ replied, mirroring his eyebrow motion with her own. Josh gave a quick gulp, eyes dipping to watch his shirt move higher and higher up her thighs, trying not to think about the way she felt underneath him or how her heat felt around his fingers.
"Right, well, no one but me is touching you, so studying," Josh stuttered, opening his book back up to where he’d left off, throat suddenly drier than the Mojave Desert as CJ shifted on the bed and allowed him a glance at her inner thighs.
Notes: This is all Katie's fault; this ship happened and now I can't stop thinking about them and then this happened. It follows the headcanon that CJ and Josh were in a relationship pre-Shadow of Two Gunmen; as far back as the campaign. This story takes place just after Shadow, when Josh is released from the hospital.
“You need to stay in bed and shut up.”
CJ Cregg was not taking any of her idiot boyfriend’s nonsense. Josh Lyman was recovering from a gunshot wound, and she knew his workaholic tendencies weren’t going to be put to rest just because he had been hit with some molten metal.
“CJ-“
“I said, you need to stay in bed and shut up,” CJ repeated, a hand on her hip as she waited, tapping her foot patiently as she leaned back against the doorway, seeing him move towards his bed, sitting down gingerly, knowing the stiches were probably pulling. She winced sympathetically, moving from her position to help him stretch out on the bed, adjusting the pillow behind his head. She pressed her lips to his temple, frowning slightly at how hot he felt. “I’m going to get you something to drink; any requests?”
“I just want you to lay with me for a little while,” he said tiredly, and CJ softened, brushing a thumb over his jaw lightly.
“I’ll be back after I get you something to drink,” she replied quietly, easing off the bed gingerly and heading to the kitchen, grabbing one of the bottles of Gatorade and dumping it into a glass, popping in a few ice cubes and a straw as well before returning to the bedroom. Josh had settled on his side and burrowed his face into his pillow, dressed in a t-shirt and his boxers, the covers settled just below his hip. CJ stripped off her jeans and unbuttoned her shirt, getting in on the other side of the bed after leaving his drink on the bedside table, curling up gently behind him, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
He murmured sleepily, reaching back and finding her hand, tugging it over his body, encouraging her to press against his back. She did so hesitantly, not wanting to cause him pain.
“Want you closer,” he whispered, voice hoarse with the forced sleep of the drugs she’d shoved down his throat earlier, and she swallowed, pressing her front against his back, burying her face in his shoulder. She inhaled shakily, letting herself briefly remember the moments when she hadn’t known if she’d ever have this again. Pain filled some place between her heart and her lungs, and she exhaled unevenly, working hard to keep the sobs at bay, at least while she was lying with him. He was here and he was whole and that was all that mattered.
She didn’t remember falling asleep; she’d been counting his breaths, letting them imprint in her memory; she wanted to memorize the way he breathed and the way he smelled and the way he felt against her because she’d realized how close she could come to losing him at any moment. It made this real; it made it real and right and vivid in her eyes.
She woke up when he sat up slowly, coughing as he shifted, grabbing the drink she’d left on the bedside table and taking a few sips, hearing him shift against and wince.
But he was there. Her sleepy eyes blinked open slowly and there he was, back turned to her, breathing gently. She could look at him all day, drink him in, every inch of his body. The aftermath of the shooting left her more shaken than she ever could have imagined, and she sent her thanks to whoever was out there who kept Josh Lyman here with her for another day.
“How do you feel?” she asked, sitting up further and running a hand through her hair, stifling a yawn as she stretched. He turned slowly, leaning his back against the headboard and reaching with one hand for hers, entwining their fingers and bringing their joined hands into his lap, his thumb stroking over the bone of her wrist.
“I’ll be okay; I’m scrappy,” Josh answered, and CJ’s lips compressed, not as amused as he seemed to be from his goofy grin. “CJ, I got shot. I’m getting better.”
“Josh, this isn’t something to joke about!” CJ said, trying to tug her hand from his but he held tighter, unwilling to let her break the connection.
“Please, CJ- just let me touch you for a little while,” he begged, and the pleading in his eyes stole her breath; she swallowed, heart faltering a bit in her chest as she took in how much smaller he seemed. It gave her pause, and she nodded once, letting her fingers lace back together with his. “I’m not trying to make it seem like a joke.”
“I was scared, Josh,” CJ whispered, and the emotion of the last two weeks crashed over her head- even the impressive, steely emotional reserves of Claudia Jean Cregg couldn’t handle the feelings that flooded over her. Tears pricked her eyes and she turned her head away from Josh, knees curling up towards her chest as she let out a ragged sob, feeling the warm liquid begin to trickle down her cheeks. Damn it, she hadn’t wanted to do this in front of Josh.
His arms were warm and strong as they wrapped around her, and she turned into his chest before she’d thought about it, burying her nose in his neck and inhaling. He smelled like sleep and sweat and that stupid, bland hospital soap, but underneath he smelled like Josh- he smelled like home.
Then she remembered his wound and tried to move away; he wouldn’t let her. He kept her in his embrace, one hand slipping behind her head and easing her back against him, shushing her quietly and leaving kisses in her hair, letting her cry against his chest. Eventually she controlled herself and pulled back, reaching to the bedside table on her side and grabbing a few tissues, blowing her nose and wiping away the rest of her tears, aware of Josh’s eyes on her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“
“Don’t apologize, CJ,” Josh interrupted, shaking his head and tugging her closer gently, his nose brushing hers lightly as she hovered an inch or two away from his face, their eyes meeting. “I know you were scared, and I’m sorry that you had to be.”
Their eyes searched each other’s for a few moments and they didn’t speak; they didn’t need to. Silent had always been their best form of communication, and now was no different. Josh pulled her closer still and their lips met, soft and sweet and gentle; the kind of kiss they needed right now.
CJ broke it and pressed her forehead against his, catching her breath and relishing the feel of him against her. Josh’s lips pressed against her temple, his hand squeezing her side lightly.
“I’m just really glad you’re okay now,” she whispered, her tone surprisingly ragged, even to her. Josh swallowed, and she exhaled.
“Me too,” he murmured, his cheek touching hers. “Me too.”
“Josh it’s been less than two weeks will you please sit down and let me do this?” CJ asked, not quite begging, but close. Josh shook his head, brow furrowed in concentration as he tugged his shoes on, and CJ could see that he was holding his breath. “Josh, why are you fixated on getting the mail yourself? It’s the mail, for crying out loud!”
“CJ, can you please just let me do this?” Josh asked, letting out a quiet sigh. CJ stared at him for a moment, lips parting slightly.
“Let you do this?” she asked, anger suddenly flaring in her stomach. “You were struck with hot, molten metal meant to kill less than three and a half weeks ago, Joshua Lyman, and you are pitching a fight about getting the mail? I swear to god, you’re dumber than a brick and I don’t understand why I love you even half as much as I do sometimes. There will still be mail in two weeks when your stitches are out and you’re chances of bleeding are significantly less. Why can’t you just wait?”
She stopped, chest heaving, finding him staring at her.
“You look sexy when you lecture me, I ever tell you that?” Josh asked, eyes watching her mouth as she parted her lips to reprimand him, though her mouth went dry at the darkening of his irises.
“Josh-“
“Shut up and kiss me,” he said, cutting her off. She swallowed, a war waging inside her; god she wanted to, but she didn’t want to hurt him. “CJ, kissing me isn’t going to make me instantaneously bleed. I think we’ll be okay.”
Still she lingered, until he leaned over and tugged her hand, bringing her down onto the bed and pulling her mouth to his, covering her mouth with his. She relented almost instantly; god she missed kissing him. She missed his mouth and his tongue and the way he nibbled at her bottom lip. His hand was in her hair and he was so warm and she let herself melt against him a little bit, sighing into the kiss.
He broke it slowly, pressing his forehead against hers.
“See? Wasn’t so bad,” he whispered, and she couldn’t help but laugh- a real, full laugh, the first one in ages. Josh grinned at the sound, kissing the top of her head. “I missed that sound. Don’t let it go away again, CJ. Please.”
CJ came home from work a week later to find Josh waiting for her, standing in the front hallway with his arms folded. She set her things down, sighing quietly before opening her mouth.
“You have a bullet wound you idiot, what are you doing out of-“
Josh cut CJ’s rant off with his mouth, tugging at her hips as he pressed her into the nearest wall. She sighed into his mouth, hands wrapping around his shoulders and relishing the contact of his body against hers again. He tasted like fruit punch Gatorade and CJ let her tongue wrap around his, whinging low in her throat when his hand traveled around her hip to pull her more against him.
His thumbs slid under her shirt and circled around her hipbones, applying light pressure as she gasped into his mouth, teeth sinking into his lower lip. He groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through her, and she moaned, letting him press her further into the wall. He was everywhere all at once; his mouth moved down her neck as his hands slid her shirt up, and before she really knew what was happening he’d tugged it over her head and his hands were cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over the skin just above the cups of her bra.
She swallowed and let her head tilt back until it thudded against the wall, hips pressing into his desperately. It had been almost a month and just too long, and he was there, pressing against her, and she didn’t know if she had the will to fight this. It was too soon, he’d hurt himself- he shifted his hips and brushed against her clit through her jeans and she was gone, too far past caring to even try.
“Josh-“
His mouth met hers again and his fingers undid her jeans, clearly confident that he was going to get his way- and she’d already admitted to herself that he would, so she barely protested when he tugged the denim down her legs, not even caring that she was clad in only a plain pair of black panties to match her cotton t-shirt bra.
“God you’re gorgeous,” Josh murmured against her collarbone, hands running reverently down her bare sides, tugging at the elastic of her underwear. She bit her lip against the moan as he slid a hand inside, fingers making their way to a well-known destination. She parted her thighs further as her hands shoved his sweatpants down, heat pooling in her stomach when she discovered he’d forgone boxers.
His fingers pulled her panties down her long legs and grasped her right leg, tugging it up around his waist, pressing in against her. CJ gasped against his ear, shutting her eyes tightly as he shifted his hips and pushed inside her; she bit his shoulder through his t-shirt and reveled at the feeling of him inside her again- he pulled out and pushed back in and she felt dizzy, the sensations overwhelming after so long without them.
His pace was steady, slower than usual, and CJ was almost frustrated with his patience; she felt full and tight and overwhelmed, and she just wanted him to move, to move hard, to push her over the edge. He seemed to sense her frustration; the hand not grasping her thigh slid between her legs as his teeth tugged her lower lip into his mouth, and he pressed against her clit as he bit her lip, the combination of the two drawing his name from her throat in a ragged cry as he shifted his hips, his strokes becoming faster and closer together, hard and hot and fast and god he smelled so good and felt so good and CJ felt the pressure building inside of her from the friction and she was so-
“Josh, I’m-“
He was kissing her before she could finish her sentence because he knew, and he was there when she was dragged over, spilling inside her before leaning into her, pushing them both into the wall. It was a miracle they stayed upright; CJ’s gangly limbs were wrapped around Josh’s and his sweaty forehead was pressed against her shoulder, his mouth panting hot air onto her neck.
They caught their breath and CJ pressed her mouth to his temple, letting him pull out of her, though she sighed quietly, already missing the feel of him inside her. She cupped the back of his neck, kissing him once more before falling back into the role of annoyed girlfriend.
“How’s the bullet wound?” CJ asked, veiled annoyance in her voice. Josh had the good grace to look sheepish, fingers skimming her hip bone.
“Hearing you moan my name is worth the pain.”
“Josh-“ CJ started, but Josh cut her off with another kiss, nipping at her bottom lip.
“I’m fine, CJ. I’m not bleeding, I feel good, and you look like you feel pretty damn good too,” he said, and she blushed, crinkling her nose slightly. “See? There’s my girl.”
CJ rolled her eyes, though her stomach warmed at the sight of him acting like the Josh she’d fallen in love with all those months ago. She let Josh drag her to the bedroom, where they fell under the covers, re-memorizing each other’s bodies, this time slowly and to the background noise of crinkling sheets and quiet, breathy gasps on CJ’s part, and low, encouraging words on Josh’s part.
A long while later, CJ slipped out of bed and grabbed the pajama top off the floor, doing one button and going back out into the hallway to grab their clothes from earlier, and grab something small they could eat in the bed. Selecting some Chinese take-out from the fridge and two beers CJ padded back into the bedroom, finding Josh stirring. She watched him for a few moments before setting the food on the nightstand, throwing all the clothes into the hamper.
“You bought these pajamas for me with the intention of wearing them yourself, didn’t you?” Josh asked, sheets pooling at his waist as he watched her walk around his bedroom. CJ sent him a smirk, looking at him over her shoulder, still bent over to pick up the clothes, the single button she’d done almost coming out of its hole and the hem riding up dangerously high on her thighs.
“I didn’t think you’d mind,” she replied, and he swallowed, drawing the sheets a little closer to his lap. She grinned, straightening up and grabbing the food, handing him a container. He opened it and his eyes widened in delete when he discovered his favorite; his eyes met hers and she returned his gaze warmly, handing him one of the beers.
They ate quietly, her legs over his lap and their backs against the headboard. Josh made her laugh and CJ reveled in how easy it all felt again. His fingers played against her knee, and pressed her lips to her shoulder, smiling into his t-shirt.
“I love you,” he murmured into her hair, and she repeated the sentiment, curling her body around his; his body that was whole and healthy and sturdy again. He reached over and shut the light off, drawing the covers up over them and curling her into him, pressing kisses all over her skin.
He fell asleep first, and she listened to him breath, felt the rise and fall of his chest against her cheek. She smiled into his shirt, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
