Bouncing Back

by: Rhonda and Evelyn

Character(s): The Women of the West Wing
Pairing(s): Josh/Donna, CJ/Danny, Toby/Andi, Zoey/Charlie, Will/Ainsley
Category(s): Humor, Romance, Post Ep
Rating: TEEN
Disclaimer: They're not ours and never will be.
Summary: Post-episode story for Inauguration: Over There
Spoiler: Red Haven's On Fire
Feedback: Greatly Appreciated
Authors Note: This is a sequel to Bouncing Inaugural Balls. Thanks so much for all the wonderful feedback. We had such a good time with these characters that we couldn't resist bringing them back for a little more fun. Enjoy!

"Do you think they'll notice?"

"Notice what? That you're incredibly beautiful? I think they already know that," he murmured, running his hand down the sleeve of the red, v-necked sweater, before leaning down to capture the lips of the blonde haired woman lying on the bed with him.

"No," she swatted his arm. "That we're missing, uh, missed dinner."

"I don't care," he whispered in her ear, before nipping lightly at her neck.

"What's our excuse?" she asked, pulling him closer to her, running her hands through his brown curls, and kissing each cheek, his nose, and then his lips.

"That I needed time to make out with the most amazing woman in the world," Josh answered, eyes twinkling, as he leaned back to look into Donna's crystal blue eyes.

"Think they'll save some chili for us?"

"You want some?" he asked incredulously. Maybe he didn't know her as well as he thought.

"No, but I wouldn't want to hurt the President's feelings," she offered softly.

"I don't want to hurt his feelings either, but the alternative is death by charred intestines," Josh countered, rolling on top of her and cradling her face in his hands.

She gripped the cutest butt in politics and gave a gentle squeeze. "I know. I'll tell them that we were trying to get on top of the funding numbers for the Medicare bill... ," she used one hand to pull out the Medicare file they were lying on and toss it to the floor, "... and then I'll sneak into the kitchens and ask Mario for some dinner for us."

"Who's Mario," Josh asked suspiciously, running a hand up the outside of her thigh and wondering how hard it was going to be to get her out of the incredibly tight jeans she'd put on a half-hour earlier.

"Master Chief Petty Officer Mario Martinez, the head cook of the kitchens at Camp David. Did you like the bread pudding with hard sauce he served the last time we were here?"

"It was phenomenal, why?"

"It's my grandmother's recipe."

"I like her granddaughter," he whispered turning his attention back to the ruby lips in front of him.

"Speaking of things that are hard..." she moaned, as she moved underneath him.

"Like I said, I really, really like her granddaughter."

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CJ heard the knock on her bedroom door. "Come on in, Andi. Did you find any fingernail polish remover? I'm sure I'll need some before I get finished." Continuing to work on gluing down her broken fingernail with the Super Glue that Andi had found in a desk drawer, CJ didn't look up from her seat on the bed.

The door creaked open and Danny stuck his head in. "Uh, It's not Andi. Can I still come in?"

"Shit." His voice startled her and she accidentally squeezed too hard on the tube, smearing a large blob of the glue on her hand. "Get out."

Ignoring her command, Danny gingerly stepped into the room holding out a bottle of acetone. "I come bearing gifts. Andi called Donna, who gave this to Josh to bring to you. Good friend that I am, I volunteered to save Josh a trip."

"Then give it to me. And don't look anywhere but my face and hands."

Danny grinned. "Hey, I'm a gentleman. I hardly noticed that little t-shirt and shorts that you're barely wearing."

"Shut up. Damn." She had managed to stick her hands together. "This stuff is almost as much of a pain as you are."

"I resent that but I'll help anyway. I'm just that kind of a guy." He glanced down at her hands and the attached tube of glue stuck between them. " Should I just pour it over... "

"No! We need to be in the bathroom, over the sink. Be careful what you get that on, it'll take the color out of fabric."

He followed her into the adjoining bath, smiling as he got a good look at her long bare legs and the tiny camisole that bared her shoulders and about an inch of skin above her waist.

"By the way, where's my very pregnant cabin mate?" She absentmindedly grabbed at a camisole strap as it slid downward.

"She let me in on her way out. Said something about finding a man with Rolaids." Danny started to warn her about the glue on her hands and not touching her top but he was too late.

CJ turned to face him, tugging on the material now attached to her hands.

"So do you want me to dab it or..." He blushed as she caught him staring at her breasts, her lack of bra evident.

"Just pour a little bit right... " She frowned and continued trying to pull her hands apart or away from the cotton top. All she managed to do was squeeze more glue out of the tube which was glued to her right palm. "Damn. Damn. Damn."

"You got your hands stuck to your t-shirt there, CJ."

"I figured that out, Danny. Why don't you call Donna for me? She can... "

"No. I can do this." He uncapped the bottle, then hesitated. "Wait. I don't want this stuff on my new Polo shirt and pants. I'm gonna take them off before we start anything."

"Danny, we're not starting anything. Hey, I don't think..." She paused as he left the bathroom, then grimaced as she heard a loud thump. "Danny?"

"Just a second. I should have pulled my shoes off first."

CJ smiled and shook her head. "I don't think you being undressed is a very good..." Her voice trailed off as he returned wearing only his blue boxer shorts, his bare chest and legs lightly sprinkled with red hair.

"Eyes on my face and hands," he joked, blushing a little at her scrutiny, barely suppressing the urge to suck in his stomach. "Do you want to hold your hands and...shirt out - uh down - over the sink?"

"No." This time she blushed. She wasn't pulling the front of her camisole down so he could see absolutely everything.

"So, how are we going to do this? Want me to round up Amy's scissors and cut your shirt off?"

Danny's eyes lit up at the thought.

"Forget it, Fishboy. Pour just a little over my hands, so I can get them separated from the cotton. Then maybe, get the tube unstuck from my fingers, and then I can hold my hands over the sink."

"Okay-dokey."

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"Hello." Will opened the cabin door, finding Ainsley outside with a loaded tray of food.

"You didn't come to dinner so I thought you might want something to eat now. Unless of course you skipped dinner on purpose in which case I can just return . . ."

"No. Yes. No. I mean yes, I'd like some food. I just decided to get started on that speech Toby wanted next week and I lost track of time." Will beamed at her.

"Could I come in?" Ainsley smiled.

"I'm sorry. Please," he responded, reaching out and taking the heavy tray from her and allowing her to enter the cabin he was sharing with Danny, Mac, and Whiskey.

"This is lovely," she declared and promptly sneezed.

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"This is not good."

"I . . well no. It's not really. Although, from time to time I've had fantasies of..."

"Danny, shut up. Let me think. You spilled all the nail polish remover down the sink."

"You jumped and knocked my hand."

"It was cold and you poured it right down my top."

"The good news is that your hands aren't stuck to your shirt or to each other anymore."

"Dan-ny!"

"Okay. But, you know, I don't understand how you got your hand stuck there. I have my boxers on but you still managed during the fall to..."

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying..."

"I swear to God, if you don't..."

"Okay. I'm shutting up. I'm just gonna shut up and lie here on the floor with your hand stuck to my butt.

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"Mon dieu. Je suis morte."

"You are not dead."

"Non, non. Je veux mourir."

"What's he saying?"

"He says he wants to die."

"Ok, by me."

"You're not going to die."

"La nourriture est poison."

"It's not poison, it's my Dad's chili."

"Wimp. Can't handle a few hot peppers, frog boy?"

"Appelez une ambulance"

"We're not calling any ambulance, Jean-Paul. You need to go lie down and you'll feel better in how long would you say, Charlie?"

"Shouldn't take more than a week."

"Ma bouche brûle"

"What's he moaning about now?"

"He says his mouth is burning."

"Here. Drink this."

"That's so sweet of you, Charlie."

"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"

"Now what is he complaining about?"

"He just wants to know what it is."

"Just some fine wine to wash down the chili. Chateau Ripple, 2003."

"Mr. Butterfield, it's okay. Let him go. I don't think Jean-Paul meant to throw up all over my Dad."

"Daddy? Tell him. Daddy?"

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