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Meme Drabble Drei: Marching and Chasing(The West Wing) - everybody has a secret world inside of them
Meme Drabble Drei: Marching and Chasing(The West Wing)
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: Sam/Ainsley
Ratiing: PG, maybe but I doubt it.
Words: 389
For: dramaturgy: Who asked for any sort of Sam fic with the words, 'Yes, that was sarcasm. Got it coupled with ‘sparkling wit.’ Two for one sale, you know.'

Hope you like this, Liz. :-)

Marching and Chasing

“That better have been sarcastic, Sam,” Ainsley demanded.

She was marching down the corridor towards her office; Sam was following, well trying to anyway.

“Yes, that was sarcasm. Got it coupled with ‘sparkling wit.’ Two for one sale, you know.” He grinned at her, trying the cute act, hoping it would work. He didn’t really like his chances, but it was worth a shot.

He hadn’t meant it like it had come out. Well, okay he had but he hadn’t meant to embarrass her in the process. She hadn’t taken it well. Hence the marching and the chasing.

She slowed down a little, but her movement was still definitely from the marching rather than the walking school, “You got it on sale? Well, that explains everything.”

She was still pissed. Obviously. The people still left in the corridor at this time of night were getting out her way, fast.

“Yes, yes, it does. I’m sorry, Ainsley. How many times do I have to say it?” He moved from the cute act to grovelling. He’d always had good luck with grovelling.

She slowed down considerably. “Oh, at least one more time I should think.” She turned around and looked back at him.

He took her by the shoulders and looked straight at her, “I’m sorry.” He meant it.

Ainsley looked at him thoughtfully. For a brief moment there he almost thought he was about to get slapped, but then her face softened a little, “Well that’s okay, then.”

“It is?”

“Yeah, just...”

“Just what?”

“Don’t ever think of doing that again, or you’ll find out what I can do with these stupid pointy shoes fashion demands I wear.” She indicated at the high heels she held in her hand, before pulling gently, almost hesitantly, out of the grip of his hands and moved further down the corridor to just outside her office door, walking this time, not marching.

Sam winced at the thought before asking tentatively, “See you tomorrow?”

Ainsley almost smiled back before saying, “count on it.”

She closed her office door.

Sam wouldn’t ever admit it to anyone but he did count on it.

He walked back to his office glad to have at least made sure that this Republican was almost happy with him, even if all the others weren’t. A fact he was perfectly fine with.

Current Mood: blah blah
Current Music: Placebo- Come Home

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dramaturgy From: dramaturgy Date: July 26th, 2004 09:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Hee, I did like it lots. Thanks. :)
siresin From: siresin Date: July 27th, 2004 07:57 am (UTC) (Link)
No problem.
Glad you enjoyed it. :)
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