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Christmas Eve at the White House was truly a festive occasion. Carolers had been singing in the lobby all week and the halls were thoroughly decked. In the ballroom, officials and dignitaries enjoyed the party thrown by the First Couple accompanied by Leo, but in the bullpen, the staffers were having their own festivities.
Desks were set with drinks instead of memos and presents were being exchanged. Josh had given Sam a bike horn that played a tinny rendition of the national anthem. Margaret had left a plate of home made cookies on each of the assistants desks.
CJ had pulled Donna’s name for Secret Santa, and she was quite pleased with what she’d picked out- and she hoped Donna would get some much needed enjoyment out of it too.
“CJ!” Toby bellowed, storming through the bullpen, “My office! Now!”
“Duty calls,” she said, throwing a look at Josh as she slid off his desk, taking her glass of wine with her.
Following Toby into his office, she leaned against the doorframe, “What’s up Tobus?”
He leveled an unamused look as she snapped, “Shut the door.”
“What is it?” Said CJ, eyebrow furrowing in confusion as she shut the door.
“I got your gift,” he said, folding his hands on top of his desk.
“My gift? I don’t get you anything-“ she began. Toby gestured at the unwrapped gift on his desk and she stepped forward, horror dawning.
That was her wrapping paper torn on his desk and in the center, in a box was a bright pink rabbit vibrator.
“Oh no, Toby I didn’t, I mean,” she laughed nervously.
“I find it highly inappropriate for you to give me, your superior, a sex toy,” he said.
“This was a mistake, honest-“ her smile dropped.
He laughed. Toby’s grim expression cracked as he got up, circling the desk to stand in front of her. CJ smacked his chest, “Toby!”
“Got you,” he said, slowly backing her up against his desk.
“My superior?” CJ asked, leveling him a look. She pressed her lips together in a thin line, trying to look serious and offended, even as her eyes danced.
“In title,” said Toby, meeting her gaze. He reached around her, picking up the risqué gift, all but forgotten on the desk.
“Now, were you kind enough to gift Donna with batteries as well?” He asked, and CJ’s lips spread into a grin.