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Rating: PG
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Sam is
going to hate me.
I mean,
he's *really* going to hate me.
I'm in love
with his cousin.
I'm in
love with his *younger* cousin.
I'm in
love with a 22 year old girl.
Woman. I'm in love with a
22 year old *woman*. She is not a
child. Though, as much as I tell
myself that, I don't think Sam is going to care. I mean, Willow is his little cousin. She's always going to be his little
cousin. She's 22 years old and
I'm....well, I'm older.
The press
is going to have a field day.
"Senior member of the White House staff dating 22 year old
girl" Because that's what
she'll be to the press: a girl.
Especially to the conservative press. It's a nightmare for the Communications
Department. I really don't want to
deal with it.
But I can't deny
that I love her. We've been seeing
each other for weeks, and eventually someone is going to find out. The White House will stand by me. I know that. I'm not doing anything illegal. I'm not even sure if I'm doing anything morally questionable. I mean, yes, she's young. But she is an
adult. She's a beautiful,
wonderful, intelligent, mature adult.
She's also
a witch. And she kills
vampires. I am aware of how insane
that sounds. Vampires, I mean,
yeah right. But I now know they
exist. That's how Willow and I
met. She saved my life. Willow's a grad student at
Georgetown. Sam had invented the
usual group out to a bar, to meet his cousin. Willow and I struck up an immediate friendship. That's all
it was at first. I never expected it
to become more than that. Anyway,
I volunteered to walk her home, because she still didn't know the area really
well. We were headed back to her
apartment, when we were attacked.
At first I just thought it was a mugger, then I saw his face. Willow pulled out a stake, and suddenly
the 'mugger' was dust.
I was more
than a little surprised. My shock
was obvious, and Willow invited me up for some tea. She explained everything to me: vampires, demons,
slayers. It scared me, it still
does. But I believe her.
We started
going out to dinner once a week.
Over the next few months, our relationship evolved. Then, one night in her apartment, when
we were having coffee, she leaned over and kissed me. And I kissed her back.
And now I'm in love with a 22 year old woman. One who just happens to be a cousin of my coworker and friend. This is to work out badly. Sam's going to be pissed. It's not exactly going to be fun for my career either. The press is going to find out eventually. This administration has learned the hard way that secrets don't keep.
I can
imagine the press briefing now. "CJ, would you care to comment on the
rumors of your relationship with a Willow Rosenberg."
This is
going to involve lots of meetings.
Meetings with Leo, meetings with Toby, and meetings with Sam. That'll be great. "So, Sam, how do
you think we should deal with my love affair with your cousin."
But even
if Sam does hate me, even if I do get ripped apart by the press, I just don't
care. Because when I see her red
hair, when I see that smile that seems to light up the entire world, everything
else fades away. I've been
Catholic my entire life, and the closest I've ever felt to God is when I'm
being bathed in her smile. When I
see the love in her eyes, I know
there's a heaven. And when her
soft lips are pressed against mine, I know exactly what heaven must feel like.
Because there can't be anything, on any plane of existence, that's better than
her kiss.
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