I Will Survive

by Puck and Zillah

Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Not ours, etc, etc.
Notes: I (Zillah) am sending this little bonus PWP out because a) November's almost over, and b) I HAVE A JOB! Yes, I am gainfully employed. I accepted the offer today. Unlike Ainsley, I'm having a good day.

It had been a really bad day. First her car had refused to start. Maybe it was the cold. Or maybe it was because it was almost as old as her. Either way it was dead as a doornail and she had to take the Metro. She *hated* the Metro. On the escalator her heel snapped off and she had to limp the rest of the way to the White House. In the snow. She *hated* snow.

When she finally got to her office her assistant had a pile of crap for her that was all supposed to be done an hour ago. She worked through lunch, barely having time to run down to the Mess and getting some leftovers, a stale turkey sandwich and a brown apple. It sucked.

Now it was five o'clock, the barely dented stack of paperwork was still on her desk. She was bedraggled, exhausted and there was no way she was getting out anytime soon. She started fighting with her radio. Down here in the basement it only got two stations. A Christian rock station on AM and a Best of the 70s on FM. She had sat through a couple of horrible disco songs before one she actually knew came on.

At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side

She grinned, bouncing to her stocking feet. Finally, something was going right.

And so you're back from outer space
I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face

She started dancing to the music, humming along. There were just certain songs that made you happy, cheered you up. Gave you a whole new lease on life.

I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I'd have known for just one second you'd be back to bother me

Sam heard the music from the stairway, and stopped in the open door just to watch her dance around.

Go on now, go
Walk out the door
Just turn around now
'Cause you're not welcome anymore

She danced all over the office, wiggling her hips and waving her arms. She let the day fade away.

Did you think I crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh no, not I, I will survive

He grinned, thinking this was the greatest thing he'd ever seen. After a moment he danced into the room with her, doing to John Travolta disco move.

She saw him and froze. She was used to his teasing. She was even growing to like their little bicker sessions. But she was honestly having one of the worst days and she couldn't deal with it. She burst into tears.

He froze. "Ainsley?"

She leaned back on her desk, crying, rummaging around her desk for a tissue.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just. . . it's the worst day. My car's broken and the men at the garage are so patronizing they're going to stand around and rub their chins and hum and it's going to cost me four hundred dollars that I don't have meanwhile I'm taking the Metro and I have to walk and I broke my *heel*" She pointed at the offending shoe, lying on the floor by her chair. "I have so much work and everyone's yelling at me and I missed lunch so I had to get a stale sandwich and a horrible apple and I still have all this stuff to do and you were making fun of me when all I was trying to do was cheer myself up."

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "It was cute."

She wiped at her eyes. "It's been a very bad day."

"You want me to talk to the mechanic?"

She sniffled. "Do they patronize you?"


"Thank you."

"So I should talk to them?"

She smiled, calmer now. "Yes, please."

"You want a ride home?"

She smiled widened. "Oh, God yes."

He came closer and put his arms around her. "I'm sorry you had a bad day."

She leaned into him. "I've had a few lately."

"The investigation?"

"Yeah. It's hard. I have stacks of stuff to do and it's all priority and there's just one of me."

"It's chaos in my office, too, if it helps."

"It doesn't." She noticed his face fall. "I mean. . . I don't want you to be unhappy too. I want you to be happy."

The song on the radio changed to an awful hair-band ballad, and Sam began to sway her a little. "Dance with me?"

"To a monster ballad?" she asked. But she was moving with him, arms sliding around his neck.

"It's something."

"I almost bought one of those CDs they sell on TV."

"Did you?"

"Yeah. It was two in the morning and I have no buyer's resistance at all. Fortunately I fell asleep before the number flashed."

He chuckled, and dipped her. She laughed brightly, hanging onto him tightly. He grinned, and then he kissed her.

She whimpered and kissed him back, hot and hard. Sam groaned, lifting his hands up to cup her face. She snuggled close to him, making happy noises. "You're a good kisser," he murmured.

"You too," she whispered against his mouth. He kissed his way to her ear and sucked on the lobe. She moaned, fingers clenching on his suit jacket."

"I've wanted to kiss you for the longest time."

"I've wanted to do more then kiss you."

He grinned. "I'm for that, too."




He slid his hand into hers. "You ready to go?"

"There's just one thing."


"I'm not on the pill. Or diaphragm. Or anything. So, do you have any condoms?"

"Um. . .not that aren't probably expired."

She frowned. "We'll pick some up on the way."

"Your place or mine?"

"Mine. There's a CVS a block from it."

"Sounds good."

She grabbed her coat, purse and broken shoes and took his hand again.

* * *

"Do you have a preference?"

She jumped a bit. "What?"

They were in the condom aisle, and he waved at the vast selection. "They don't have the kind I usually use, and I was wondering if you had a preference."

"I don't have. . . I never really." She bounced a little. "Boys are supposed to do that!"

He frowned at the display, and began pulling packages down to study them.

"I'm gonna go get some other stuff."


"Sam, we can't buy *just* condoms."

"Why not?"

"What does that say? The two of us grinning idiotically at the counter, a lone box of prophylactics sitting on the conveyor."

"Says we're gonna get some."

"I come here all the time. I don't want them thinking things like that. I have to face these people. I'm just gonna pick up a couple things. We'll meet at the check out when we're done."


She gave him a brilliant smile and went off.

Despite the fact she was about to go have what she hoped would be mind-blowing sex with her dream man, Ainsley had still, technically, had a bad day. So she went for the typical comfort food. Bag of Baked Lays and sour cream and onion dip. Then a pint of Hagen Daaz. Then she wandered down the book aisle. She found a new romance by Maggie Shayne, then started flipping through Elle to see if it was worth buying.

She decided it wasn't and went to the check out. Sam wasn't there, but she got in line anyway. It was the checkout girl she hated. Seventeen or so and seemingly always on duty when Ainsley was upset and getting single-and-depressed-on-a-Saturday-night food. She sighed. Perfect.

The girl slowly ran Ainsley's items over the scanner, smiling smugly.

She made a show of rummaging in her purse, looking for her wallet, ignoring her.

She picked up the ice cream. "Big plans, tonight, huh?"

Ainsley opened her mouth to tell her off when Sam appeared at her side. He dropped several different packages of condoms on the counter. "Okay, so I couldn't make up my mind. But it's not like we won't use them."

Ainsley and the checkout girl both stared at him. Ainsley grinned. The girl merely gaped, still holding the ice cream.

"Hey, you got ice cream." He reached out and took it from the girl. "That'll be useful."

Ainsley bounced a little and wrapped her arms around him. "I thought so."

He kissed the top of her head and took out his credit card, handing it to the girl, who'd finally regained the ability to move.

They checked out and Sam took the bags heading for the exit. Ainsley paused and gave the checker a conspiratorial smile. "He always makes me buy *so* much ice cream." The girl's mouth opened and closed as Ainsley winked and ran to catch up with Sam.

"It's cold out," he said.

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "I don't feel cold."

"Why are you grinning like that?"

"You just made my night."

"I did?"

"Yeah. That girl in there? The checker? She's always there when I get comfort food at night. She made some crack about me having a big night with the ice cream and book. Then you showed up with four boxes of condoms and shut her up."

He kissed her. "You're welcome."

She kissed him deeply as he unlocked the car. She hopped in the bags at her feet. He headed down the block to her building. She rummaged in the bag. "Ribbed. Ultra sensitive. Glow-in-the-dark? Sam!"

"I've always wanted to try them!"

"Something down there you want better lighted?" She pointed to the driveway for her building.

"Oh, hush."

He swung into a place next to her car and they climbed out. She led him upstairs to her place and let them in. "It's messy, I'm sorry. I'm not home a lot."

"I don't mind."

She led him to the kitchen and put away her chips and dip. She wiggled the ice cream at him. "Should we keep this out?"

"Let it melt a little."

She set it on the table and pulled out her book. "Won't be needing this." She tossed it on the table, too.

"Why did you buy it?"

"I like that author."

He dipped his head and kissed her. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pushed her jacket off her shoulders, then began unbuttoning her blouse. She left him to it, doing a through study of his mouth with hers.

The shirt slipped off her shoulders as well. She hummed in pleasure, unbuttoning his shirt quickly.

They dropped pieces of clothing onto the floor as they staggered back to her bedroom. He managed to unhook her bra with one hand, the other still buried in his hair.

She dropped the plastic bag she'd managed to grab as he pushed her to the bed. She moaned softly, arching up to him. She kissed all over his face, sucking one of his earlobes.

He dipped his head, kissing each of her breasts. She sighed, breath ruffling his hair. She wove her fingers into the dark strands, rubbing his scalp. His mouth moved slowly down her stomach, dropping random kisses onto her skin. She arched up to him. His tongue darted out along her ribs and she giggled. He pushed her legs apart and kissed her there.

That, to his relief, didn't make her giggle. She moaned quietly, finger clenching in his hair.

He sucked gently on her clit, sliding a finger inside her. She arched up to him, shuddering.

"You taste good," he murmured.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He kissed back up her body. "We have to pick a condom."

She kissed him deeply. "Which would you prefer?"

"I couldn't decide in the store."

She stroked his cheek. "The ultra sensitive. I want as little between us as possible."

He rooted in the bag to find the package.

She rubbed his shoulder, smiling. It faded the longer he took. "Problem?"

"I got it." He pulled the package open and little foil packets tumbled around them.

She giggled, plucking one from between her breasts and opening it. She sat up and leaned forward, slipping it on him with her mouth.

He closed his eyes. "God."

She finished and sat up, grinning at him. He caught her mouth and slid into her. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around him tightly. He cupped her hips in his hands and began to move slowly. Her eyes fluttered open and she watched him, rocking with his motions, urging him deeper.

His thrusts came faster. She bit her lip and let her head fall back. He felt her start to clench around him, gentle at first, then harder. She moaned his name, jerking as she came hard.

"Ainsley," he gasped, pushing deep into her as he followed.

She held him tightly, stroking him gently as he relaxed against her.

He kissed her ear. "You okay?"

She made a happy noise. "Oh yeah."

"You survived your bad day."

"And it perked up in the end."

"And we still have ice cream."

"I don't think we need sleep, do you?"

"Nah. Not tonight."

She beamed. "We will survive."

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