Finally -- The Kiss

by Robyn H.

Disclaimer:TWW and it's characters are Sorkin's, this little story's mine.
Spoilers: 17 People
Rating: PG
Archive: Sure.
Author's Note: This is for Trish as a companion piece for Finally. Here ya go, baby!

He kissed me. He KISSED me. Five months-nothing. Then, with just a look for a warning, he kisses me. And it's capivating, and wonderful and feels so...right. I brought my hands to his face, wanting to hold him here forever. But what if he doesn't want forever? What if after this he goes back to the way things were between us? I have to know, so I pulled back a little, my hands still framing his face. I just couldn't seem to let go.


"I'm sorry. I'm sorry it took this long, Ainsley. But I promise I'll make it up to you. I promise."

I gave a mental sigh of relief and backed up a few steps. "I'm going to hold you to that, Seaborne. We better head back before they send out a search party."

I was sure I was grinning like an idiot, so I promptly turned around and headed on up the stairs.

When we got back to the meeting Sam said that he spilled coffee-twice- and that's why we were late. He's so cute when he's flustered. It went pretty fast after that, and Toby finally made an appearance near the end. The poor man looked like he got slapped in the face, and can't figure out why. I made a mental note to ask Sam about that later. After the meeting was over, he walked me to my car. We didn't feel the need to talk, everything that needed to be said had been said and the rest could wait till another day. He placed a soft kiss on my lips, backed up and watched me pull away.

So here I am lying in my bed, arms behind my head, grinning and unable to sleep.

Sam Seaborn's going to `make it up to me'. Life is good.

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