hiii could we have some more vice president!jack and like the pitt!political au
your mood boards/drabbles give me so much life <333
read THIS and request your own, while slots are still open :) follow on from THIS post
As President Robinavitch's Chief of Staff, all lines of communications are supposed to go through Vice President Abbot's Chief. There are very few instances in which you should need one-on-one time with the VP.
Except Jack seems blissfully unaware of that fact, opting instead to take the schedule from you personally each week. Dana must know by now, you're sure of it. But she and Jack have also known each other since college, so his trust in her is completely unwavering.
"Robby can't make it to Seattle next week for the healthcare... you're not even listening to me," You arch an eyebrow, calendar in your hands.
"You're too far away," Jack grumbles, gesturing at the considerable distance between you both - he behind his desk, and you almost out the door. A necessity if you want to get anything done. "Can't concentrate when you might as well be in Canada."
"Mister Vice President," You warn, but you find yourself taking a few steps forward anyway, like your body is programmed to listen to him. His office in the Naval Observatory is one of the safer places for your little trysts, anyway.
There was that one time in the Eisenhower Building, late at night, when he'd fucked you over his desk while some of the staff were still working outside. Not your proudest moment, but you've always struggled to say no to him. And likewise him for you.
Jack's brow furrows a little. "You know I don't like the Vice President shit when we're alone, sweetheart."
He waits until you're within touching distance, fingers tightening around your wrist so he can pull you down onto his lap, lips immediately finding yours. "Jack, the schedule-"
"I'm a good multi-tasker," He replies, turning his attention to your neck, while a hand creeps under the waistband of your trousers. "Keep talking, honey, I'm listening-"
