Born Leaders and Anomalies

by Puck and Zillah

Rating: NC-17, do you even have to ask?
Spoilers: Night Five, And It's Surely to Their Credit and our previous Where's Ainsley? fics. Which can be found at
Notes: Maybe we should change it to There's Ainsley in honor of her apperance. Post-ep for Night Five. Like you thought we could pass it up.

Sam was just finishing the rewrite when his phone rang. Ainsley didn't even say hello. "I'm tired, can I go home?"

"No, you must live in your office for the rest of time."

"Sam, you called me here from my party. You made me read UN jargon, then refused to listen when I explained it. It's Friday for another two minutes. Do you need me still or can I go home?"

"I still need you, but you can go home. Or come home with me."

"I don't know, I was planning on walking past some good dogs and seeing if they break their leashes."

"You know what I meant by that."

"Uh-huh. I'm leaving. If see you in the lobby maybe you'll get some tonight."

"I'll be there." He got up and began shoving things in his briefcase. He threw on his coat and almost got out of the bullpen before Toby called him from his office. He sighed, glancing at his watch and trying to figure out how long it would take her to get upstairs. He went back, stopping in Toby's doorway. "I'm on my way home."

He looked up. "Well, sure, we don't have anything going on."

"Toby. . .It's midnight on a Friday."

He sighed. "Go."

He grinned. "Thank you. I have to make sure Ainsley's not mad at me."

"Yeah. Lot of that going around."

"Good to see she didn't kill you."

"We compromised. I am a legendary compromiser. I'm known for it."

"Especially with her."

"Leave now or I will find work for you."

"Night!" he called, dashing out into the hallway.

"Sam!" Toby called, and he stomped back.

"Do you just enjoy making me do laps or something?"

"I forgot to ask you about the treaty language, did you get that cleaned


"Ainsley smacked me around about it, so it's all better. I rewrote."

"Get me a copy?"

He looked at his watch as he went back to his office. Ainsley was going

to leave without him and he was going to sleep alone tonight. He just

knew it. "Nothing damaging," he said as he walked back. "I just did what

Ainsley told me, but I think she's right."

"Think? Aren't you a lawyer?"

"I delegated."

CJ came in behind him. Sam looked over his shoulder and she just stared

back at him. She looked. . . "You look like hell."

"Get out, Sam."

He blinked. "Seriously, are you okay?"

CJ sank onto the couch, putting a hand over her eyes. Sam knew he was

not on the short list of people she would cry in front of, so when Toby

said, "Go home, Sam," he backed out without another word. Someone would

tell him later. He wasn't even sure he wanted to know.

Ainsley was walking through the lobby when he got there. She'd changed

out of her work out gear and was were the dress again. "You almost

missed me."

He grinned. "You're wearing the dress again."

"I wanted to leave my warm up clothes here. It was easier just to put

the dress back on."

"You've made my night."

"Yeah, we'll see."

Sam nodded to the security gaurd as they left the building and started

on the path to the gates. "Something's up."

She looked up at him. "What?"

"I don't know."

"With Toby? Josh?"

"CJ. She threw me out of Toby's office and she looked like she was just barely holding it together."

Her face softened. "That's bad."

"I'll find out soon enough, I suppose. I don't think I want to know tonight. I just want to look at you in that dress.

She arched a brow. "I thought you were more interested in me out of this dress."

"Little of both."

She gave him a sultry smile and held out a hand for a cab. Three screeched to a stop before her.

"They never do that for me."

She tossed a smile over her shoulder and slid inside. "Coming?"

He stumbled into the cab without a word. She gave the driver Sam's address and leaned back as they cruised through the streets. "Did you finish writing my notes?"


"Good." She reached over and rubbed the back of his neck idly.

His eyes closed. "I love that dress."

Her nails raked the sensitive skin at the base of his skull. "Just the dress?"

"Actually my favorite might be the skin that was not covered by the dress. Your back, for example. And you have fantastic arms."

She flexed her bicep for him as the cab pulled in front of his place. Sam tossed him some money and they climbed out.

He dipped his head and kissed her, right on the sidewalk. She made a happy noise and lifted her arms to link them around his neck. He slid his hands under her wrap, running his fingers along her spine.

She shivered, pressing close. There was an unmistakable lump pressing into her stomach. She moved her mouth from him. "Your dog is breaking his leash," she murmured, eyes twinkling.

He winced. "Oh, good God."

"Yeah, I'm not letting you forget that." She found his keys and started for the doors.

"I just meant that. . . I mean I could definitely cheat on you with you, that's how good you looked."

"So if you met someone as pretty as me in a designer dress you'd cheat on me?"

"No, just you."

She smiled as she let them into his apartment. "I told you you should have come to the party with me." She let the wrap slide off her shoulders and puddle on the floor. "You could have looked at me in this dress all night."

"I could have danced with you."

She walked over to his stereo. "We could dance now."

When she put on a slow song he held out a hand to her. She took his hand and stepped into his arms. They swayed together slowly around the livingroom. She took a deep breath of his scent, letting her eyes drift shut. She stroked the back of his head with his finger tips, moving against him.

He rubbed her back slowly, touching her skin with just the tips of his fingers.

She sighed softly, kissed his jaw, the curve of his chin. "I love the way you touch me." She nuzzled him. "I think *you* must think I'm made of candy glass."

"I think you're made of steel."

She smiled, fingers undoing his buttons. "You look amazing in blue."

"You look amazing in everything."

"You're too easy to please."

"Only you."

She kissed him hard. She'd finished his shirt and shoved it off his shoulders with his jacket, then pulled his undershirt up and off. She ran red tipped fingers over his chest, a noise of pleasure in her throat.

"I really didn't offend you, right?"

"If you had you'd be making up for it nicely now."

"And you understood what I meant?"

"Sam, it was one thing to ignore the UN thing, but this, what I'm doing right now? This is important."

"I know. . .but really, I was being rather contained. Celia's head would have exploded if I'd said the first thing that popped into my head."

She chuckled. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Highly inappropriate."

"What was it?"

"I believe it has something to do with doing you on Ginger's desk."

She laughed, kissing him again. "Well, we've already christened mine."

"That's on the list of things we need to take to our graves."

"We could do you office if it wasn't for all those windows."

"I know."

Ainsley stepped away from him, heading for the couch. "I usually don't have to work this hard to get you in bed." She sat, unhooking her bracelet and laying it on the coffee table, then lifted her arms to start undoing her hair.

"Let me," he said, coming up behind her and slowly taking the pins out.

Her hair fell loose around her face, the braid hanging awkwardly at the nape of her neck. He started to unweave it. He lifted it gently, kissing the back of her neck. She sighed, eyes drifting shut.

He fingered the slender straps crisscrossing her back. "How do I get this off?"

She smiled. "I'll never tell."

"I'd hate to rip it."

"There's a zipper."


She bent forward so he could see all the way down to where the dress began. "There."

He slowly eased it down. It gaped to reveal more skin.

He made a choking noise. "You. . .um. . .you're not wearing underwear."

"Not a stitch."



"Well, I can see how. . .you know, how low the back is, you know."

She was wiggling the straps over her head. "I considered telling you. But I didn't want to kill you." She's gotten the straps down, then stood, letting the dress fall in a puddle at her feet.

"I was aware there was no space for a bra, but. . ." He was unable to speak further. And really, she was standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of heels. She shouldn't expect him to speak.

She licked her lips. This was the feminism she was talking about. She was pretty sure she could get him to agree to anything right now. She was perfectly comfortable with her body and her sexuality and if showing a little leg or a little cleavage, or walking with a swing in her hips got her a little leverage or distracted her opponent then she'd use it. It was camouflage in a way.

"You know how I said earlier I like sex?" She sauntered around the couch and hooked a finger in his belt loop. "I meant it." She yanked him to her.

His mouth came down on hers. She damn near growled, wrapping her arms around his neck. They walked backwards into the bedroom.

She stumbled a little at the door and rather then righting herself she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. She snuggled her warm little body close to his, tightening her arms.

He carried her, until they tumbled onto the bed. She lifted her mouth from his with a gasp. "Your pants are still on."

He rolled off her so he could fight with them.

She watched him with amusement, trailing her fingers over his shoulders and back. He unzipped them, shoving the pants and his boxers off.

She made her happy noise, stroking her hand down to cup his shaft.

He groaned, shifting onto his side and stretching out next to her. Her hands wandered over his body, exploring ever nook and cranny. She did this all the time, whenever they had time, like she wanted to memorize him. He watched her hands move for a moment, then leaned over and kissed her. She kissed him back, stroking along his length again.

He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, watching them tighten. Her back arched slightly and she moved closer to him. He dipped his head, taking one in his mouth. She shuddered, burying her fingers in his hair, nuzzling him. He sucked gently, until she gasped.

"Sam," she murmured, raking her nails down his spine. He kissed up along her throat. She met his mouth with hers. Her tongue ran over his teeth.

She felt his hands glide over her, dipping between her legs.

She moaned quietly, pressing into him. "Yeah."

He kissed her mouth gently. "I'll be back." Then his mouth moved down her body.

She sighed. "I'll miss you."

"Shhhh," he murmured into her navel.

She bent over him, stroking her hands over his back. He slid off the bed and kneeled between her legs. He kissed the inside of one thigh. Ainsley closed her eyes, stretching her arms out to hold onto the sheets.

He kissed his way slowly up her thigh.

She purred happily. He felt her toes running along his ribs.

He started to laugh. "Stop, that tickles."

She grinned. "I want you."

"Mmm, I want you." He inhaled her scent, and then leaned in to run his tongue over clit. She sighed, shuddering. Her fingers speared into his hair then splayed across his temple and cheek. He flickered his tongue in patterns, pausing to suck gently. She moaned loudly, arching into him.

He held her hips still. She whimpered at him. "Come up here."

He lifted his head. "I like doing this."

"But I want you inside me."

He flattened his palm over her lower stomach, pressing her clit in circles with his thumb.

She jerked at that, whimpering again. He saw her skin begin to flush, a sign she was close to coming.

"Should I stop?"

She shook her head, fine tremors shaking her whole body. He knew the rhythm she liked by now. He knew just how to touch her. She gasped suddenly and spasmed hard. She whispered his name over and over again as she came.

He grinned at her, coming up to kiss her mouth.

"Stubborn man," she murmured, kissing him.

He cupped one of her legs, lifting it around him. She sighed, arching up to him. She wove her arms around his neck. "I love being with you."

He pushed slowly inside her. She shuddered around him, pulling him close for a kiss. He rested his head beside hers, sighing as he filled her. She felt so good. She stroked his hair gently, then rubbed the back of his neck, easing away tension. She always did that, massaged his neck and shoulders.

He began moving, slowly at first. She sighed softly, moving with him, slow and tender. She kissed his cheek, his jaw.

He braced on his elbows, watching her. She touched his face, flexing beneath him to meet his strokes, keeping him inside her. She smiled. "I like it slow," she whispered.

He grinned. "I like it any way."

"Well, you are a man."

He pulled almost all the way out, and sunk back in. "As long as it's you."

She shuddered and he felt her nails dig into him. "Good answer," she whispered, holding him closer.

He moved faster, friction building as they slid against each other. She let her eyes close, bucking up to him. She gasped suddenly, sliding her hands down to his hops. She gripped them hard, stilling him as she came around him. He stayed still, letting her ripple around him. Then he moved again, thrusting hard until it overwhelmed him.

She hung onto him, murmuring love words as he came inside her.

He collapsed on top of her. Ainsley kissed his mouth tenderly.

He stroked his knuckle over her cheeks. "You're so beautiful."

She beamed. "Thank you."

He rolled off her, but without letting go. She cuddled against him, pulling the blankets around them.

"Can I ask you something?"


"Would my comments have been demeaning if we weren't, you know, together?"

She smiled. "Mmm. Of course not. Josh says stuff like that all the time."

He lifted his head. "Josh?"


"What did he say?"

"Sam, are you going to get all masculine and protective over some teasing from your best friend?"

"What did he say?"

"I don't know, something about my legs going all the way up. It was months ago."

He frowned. "Everyone's legs go all the way up."


"I mean could you imagine what people would look like with legs that stopped mid-thigh?"

"I'm so close to going home."

"I'm just saying."

"Most sexist comments are stupid, Sam. And I really don't think you want to get into that discussion tonight."


She kissed his shoulder. "It was nice to get to yell at someone for you."

"I could yell at Josh for you."

"No need. You fired men for me, it's all I need."

"I really was trying to compliment you."

"I know, Sam. I felt complimented."

"And then she yelled at me and I just wanted to say, 'Hey, she's my girlfriend, it's personal, I don't catcall women on the street like a construction worker.'"

She looked at him. "You could have."

"Catcalled women?"

"Said I was your girlfriend."


"Yes. I wanted you to come to the Federalist Society with me. We go out to dinner. I don't mind going public."

"I'd like that."

She beamed, kissing her. "Me too."

"This feels serious."

"Well, it's been about a month."

"It has? We should do something. I'll take you out of dinner."


He kissed her. "Happy Anniversary."

She cuddled against him. "Happy Anniversary, Sam."

There was a moment of silence. "So, explain the UN thing to me again?"

Ainsley made a noise and a pillow connected with Sam's head.

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