Those Three Little Words

by Puck and Zillah

Spoilers: Nothing. Not part of our AU. This is seriously as PWPy as you can get.
Disclaimer: Not ours, except for a few minor characters. It all belongs to Sorkin and NBC and for this we hate them.
Notes: This isn't part of Namesakes or anything else of ours. Just assume Sam and Ainsley have been together a while because it makes everyone's lives easier. Set in January. Note 2: Bramble, this is your fault. Because that was a dare. And I don't back down from dares. An entire restaurant saw my breasts once because of a dare. So, if you don't like it, it's Bramble's fault for throwing down the gauntlet. Note 3: Did anyone see Brad Whitford on Leno on Thursday? If so, can you get the image of his gorilla routine out of your head? If so, can you tell me, 'cause I can't.

It was Super Bowl Sunday and the Senior Staff, including Ainsley, were at the White House for the game and dinner. Ainsley had had beer for the first time tonight. She hadn't liked it. But for some reason it went well with football. By the end of the night she'd killed the better part of a six pack and was leaning on Sam's arm, feeling tipsy but comfortable. Sam had never met anyone with a lower alcohol tolerance than Josh, but Josh was capable of walking a straight line out the door. Ainsley, however. . . She just might break the 'delicate system' record."

He was leading her out the door when she dug her heels in. "Hang on. I have to make a stop."

"Don't break the seal," Sam said.

She frowned. "I have to go."

"You'll be sorry if you do."

"Your upholstery will be sorry if I don't."

"Oh, all right, go ahead."

"Just not in my closet," The president called.

"Yes, sir." She made it to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later, looking refreshed. She snuggled onto Sam's arm again. "We can go."

"Goodnight, everybody."

She waved at the group and Sam led her out. He helped her into the car and she sank into her seat. "I had a nice time. I like football."

"That's good."

She leaned over to nuzzle his shoulder. "I like going home, best, though."

He chuckled. "So, which home? Yours or mine?"

"Yours. I like yours. Big bed."


She snuggled against him as he drove.

By the time he pulled into his underground garage, Ainsley was squirming again. She ran ahead of him, dancing a little at the door of his apartment. Once he unlocked it she flew inside. He heard the bathroom door close a moment later.

"Told you not to break the seal!"

"Shut up, Sam!" She came out a few minutes later, in her bra and panties. She smiled at him. "Better now."

"I'll say. Come here."

She sauntered over to him, kissing him deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He scooped her up, carrying her over to his bed. She kept kissing him, pulling his shirt off. He yanked it up over his head, then rolled them so she was on top.

She bent to kiss him, fingers digging into his hair. He unhooked her bra and let her breasts fall into his hands. She made a happy noise, arching into him.

He caught the edge of her panties and pushed them down as well. She lifted up to get them off, feeling anticipation tighten inside her. And something else. She whimpered, kissing him gently. "I'll be right back." She climbed off him and darted for the bathroom again.

"Where are you going?"

"I gotta pee." She slammed the door. "I'm never drinking beer again."

Sam groaned.

She came out in a minute and threw herself of the bed. She kissed him. "I'm being very unsexy, aren't I?"

"You're naked, that's always sexy." He kissed her again.

She sighed, running her hands over him. "I'm serious. I'm sticking to mixed drinks."

"Good." He unzipped his jeans and pushed them off without breaking the kiss.

She tangled his legs with hers, finding his shaft with her fingers and cupping his length. He groaned, parting her legs and dipping his fingers inside her. She sighed softly, arching her hips to him eagerly.

Sam kiss each nipple, then worked a pattern of kisses down her abdomen, across her hipbones, along her thighs. Her legs spread for him and she began making a plethora of happy noises he absolutely adored. He traced his tongue over her clit, pushing two fingers inside her.

Ainsley mewled, hips bucking a little. She weaved her fingers in his hair, holding him close. He curved his fingers up, pressing them against her g-spot. . .and suddenly she had to pee again. She whimpered, the orgasm she'd been so close to now gone. She released his hair. "Sam. . . I gotta go."

He lifted his head. "What?"

"I gotta pee, again." She wiggled up into a sitting position.

He sat up. "Okay."

She crawled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom again, not bothering to shut the door this time.

Well, Sam thought, there's one less boundary left.

He heard the flush and the sound of her washing her hands then she came back, looking sheepish. "Stupid seal."

"I told you."

She crawled back into bed with him. "You're smarter then me in the ways of beer."

He couldn't believe he was saying this. "Do you want to just go to sleep?"

"No, I'm really, really horny." She rolled over to kiss him, hooking a leg over his hips. "I want you."

"Thank God."

She dropped kisses all over his chest, teasing his nipples.

"Ainsley, please," he whispered.

"I know," she said softly, breath puffing against his skin. She straddled him, sitting up straight and sliding him inside her.

He groaned, lifting his hips up to fill her. "Yeah," he gasped.

She smiled, making a happy noise. She rocked on him, hands flat on his chest to support her. He gripped her hips, pulling her faster. One hand slid around to brush gently over her clit. She gasped, head tipping back. The soft ends of her hair tickled his thighs as she moved, increasing her pace.

Their motions became erratic as they ground into each other. He reached up and rolled her nipples between his fingers. She whimpered and started to shudder, clenching around him tightly. Sam pulled her down just as he thrust up, letting go.

Ainsley sighed, leaning forward to lay on top of him.

He let out a breath and rubbed her back. "Do you need to go again?"

"I can hold it for a minute," she murmured, voice thick with afterglow.

"As long as you're sure."

"You'll be the first to know when I'm not."

"Thank you."

"Actually, it kinda made it feel better."

He rolled them, tucking her to his side. "Mmkay. G'night."

She sighed, resting her head on his chest. "Night." She closed her eyes, letting him pull her close. They lay in silence three minutes before she squirmed. "Uh, Sam?"


"Move your arm. I gotta pee."

"Mmm." He rolled away, releasing her.

She rolled away and disappeared into the bathroom. It was going to be a long night.

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