Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my inspiration.
AN: Josh/Amy isn't my usual forte, but this is a birthday fic for Chris so bear with me folks.
8:00 p.m.
"So there's absolutely no changing your mind on this?"
"None what so ever."
"But Josh."
"Oh don't even start that. You can bat your eyelashes all you want. I'm a rock of steel, baby. Rock of steel. There's no changing my mind."
Amy cocked her to one side. "If I take off my shirt, will that get me anywhere?"
"Wait, are there steel rocks?"
"Josh." Amy sighed, exasperated.
"Or rocks made of steel? I think I'm getting that wrong…"
"Joshua!" Amy yelled, waving a hand in front of his face.
"What?!" Josh replied, coming back to earth.
"I just offered to take off my shirt and you're talking about steel rocks? Tell me Josh, don't you think there's something wrong with this picture?"
"You'd take off your shirt just to get me to watch the footage of the Senator's press releasing on our first day off in a month?"
"So is that a yes?"
"Fine." Josh sighed, smiling.
Amy grinned and grabbed the remote. "You know I was going to be taking it off later anyways."
"Yeah, well, even rocks of steel have our weaknesses, and you with less clothing happens to be one of mine."
He leaned down to kiss her and brought one hand to her cheek. The other trailed to her back and found its way under her shirt as he began to deepen the kiss. Amy started grinning and shook her head, pulling back.
"Nope, you're not getting out of it that way either."
Josh groaned. It was worth a shot.
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3:00 a.m.
Josh woke up bathed in blue light and it took a minute to realize where he was: Amy's. Her living room, at that. He started to bring his hand to rub his eyes and realized that Amy was kind of laying half on him, half on the couch.
He brought his other hand up to clear his eyes and lay there watching her for a few minutes, just drinking her in. Josh was sure she would claim otherwise, but he didn't think she could look more beautiful. Her make-up was all but gone and she made his button up look damn good. And her hair, he smiled, well, it was going everywhere. Gently he pushed back some that had fallen across her face.
Josh knew that he should wake her. His arm was going numb and they would sleep much better in her bed, but he wasn't ready to give up the view just yet. So instead he just lay there with her, sighing as he remembered that work would call for them in just a few short hours. Being Chief of Staff to the President of the United States did have its downfalls.
Amy stirred in her sleep.
"Josh," she grumbled groggily. "Quit staring at me."
He laughed. "Go back to sleep."
Leaning a little, he kissed the top of her head before drifting back to sleep himself.