Author's Note:

Reference to a conversation in Season 7, Episode 13 - The Cold
CJ Cregg | Donna Moss

"CJ .."


She would have jumped him by now had he been anywhere near her.

"Stop whatever you're doing."

"What?" She couldn't possibly be hearing this right. "I can't, I'm .. I .."

"Do you want me to walk you through this or not?"

"Yes, but .."

"Is Donna in the guest room?" he asked gently.


"Are you planning on sharing this moment with Donna?"


"Then we need another plan."

CJ took a deep, shuddering breath and pulled her hand away.

"I can be quiet."

"I don't want you to be quiet. I want you to have whatever it is you need."

CJ dragged herself up into a sitting position and dropped back against the headboard.

So not the way she had planned for this to go.

She really should have gone the DIY route.

Why did men have to make everything so complicated?


She'd missed whatever it was he'd just said.


"I'm here .."

"Do you have a ziploc bag?"


"Do you have a ziploc bag?"

"I think so. Wait, what? What size ziploc bag? Why do I need a ziploc bag?"

"You need a ziplock bag for your phone."

"I do?"

"You do."


"Ready for the next question?"


"Do you have a soap rack in your shower?"


"Final question. Do you have a detachable shower head?"

"I do."

"Do you see where I'm going with this?"

"I think I do."

"Good then."

"Good. I'm just gonna go get that .. ziploc bag."

"I'll look forward to it."



"Are you going to get your own ziploc bag?"

"I'm just going to do what you propositioned me to do."



A few minutes later she was enjoying the sensation of hot water beating down on her head.

"CJ .."


"Hands against the wall."

She'd only ever heard him raise his voice when they were yelling at each other.

This was new ..

"I want you to imagine that I'm there. My hands against your lower back, rubbing your tight muscles. Up to your shoulder blades, back down to the base of your spine .."

The hot water felt like velvet against her skin, and she took a moment to luxuriate in it.

"Hey! You're not meant to be relaxing!"

How the hell did he know?

"Take over, CJ. Hands down your inner thighs. Kneading. One hand brushing your centre."

He heard the intake of breath, and visualized her closing her eyes as her body responded.

"The other hand up from your hips to your stomach. Then moving up gently to cup a breast. I'm pulling you back. Can you feel me rubbing against you?"

"Mhmm .."

They were both aware that breathing had become deeper and a bit more rapid.

"Roll a nipple between your fingers for me. My hand over yours at your core."

He rubbed himself hard as he heard her suck in a breath through her teeth.

"Danny .." CJ could feel the ache start to build again. "This isn't going to last long .."

"You ready?"

"Yes .."

"Okay .. bring it down."

She detached the shower head from its holder and bit her lower lip as the spray of water hit a distended nipple.

Enjoying knowing where it was headed.

Enjoying the sounds he was making even more.

"Use your index and middle fingers. Spread yourself."

The hiss she made as the steady stream of water bounced off her clit almost tipped him over the edge.

"Just far enough away for you to feel it."

"God .."

Her hips rocked slightly as he guided her.

Bringing the nozzle in close for a direct hit, and then asking her to move it away.

Building pressure slowly but surely until her legs started to tremble.

"Danny .."

"Leave it there .."

She clenched her teeth against the sensation of the jet stream almost directly over her clit.

Barely suppressing a loud moan as concussive waves of heat rushed through her.

When the aftershocks had subsided she turned the water off and pulled the phone out of the bag.

He waited until she had towel dried and returned to her bed before speaking again.

"Was that good?"

"It was."


"Yeah. Was it good for you?"

"It was."

"Are you still mad?"

"I wasn't mad, just frustrated."


"Are you going to be able to sleep now?"

"I think so."

"Good. Dinner at Barton's tomorrow night? "

"Barring any doomsday scenarios .."

There was a slight pause, almost as if he were trying to decide whether to say something or not.

But in the end, all he said was "Night .."

"Good night."

When he'd hung up, CJ became aware of a clinking sound coming from the kitchen.

Donna was sitting at the island with a cup of chamomille tea when she walked in.

"Hope you don't mind that I helped myself."

CJ smiled and shook her head.

"Of course not. I'll join you. Something on your mind?" she asked as she watched Donna run her finger around the mug's rim.

"Do you remember our conversation before the election? When you asked me to throw you a bone?" she began tentatively.

"About Josh?" CJ asked as she put the kettle on.


"I do remember. I told you your poker face was useless, you told me that you'd had an odd moment in a series of odd moments and then you changed the subject."

"Things have progressed."

CJ hesitated as she opened a cupboard.

"Yes, I .. think I got that," she said carefully as she pulled a teabag from the box and turned around. "A heads up would have been nice."

"Oh God .." Donna covered her face with her hands. "Was I that loud?"

"You .. were."



"Do you want to throw me a bone?"

She smiled as a flush spread across CJ's face and chest, and they stared at each other over their mugs for a long moment.

"Well, I'm glad we had this talk .." Donna said with a smile in her voice as she took a sip of her tea and stood up.

She waited until she was back in the guest room to call Josh.


"Hi," he said warily - not sure he could go one more round.

"She's no longer twitchy."

"That's good .. right?"

"It is."


"Not so much a but as an and .."


"We should talk."


"Phone sex in the shower."