This is just a very short little blurb I thought of last season during one of Sam and Ainsley's debates (really, any normal conversation between the two ends up being a debatemaybe that's why I like them so much).
Anyway, I don't any of the West Wing staff or anything else having to do with the show other than my own appreciation for it. Please enjoy.
Pulling away, Ainsley looked aghast at what she'd done.
"Oh my gosh. Sam, I didn't really mean to do that. It's just that you kept talking and I was listening to what you were saying, and then I noticed how you were saying it and I was staring at your lips and wishing they would stop talking and then thought about how nice it would be to stop your lips with my lips and then I couldn't believe I thought that and then I just did it."
She stopped and looked at him apologetically. "Sorry?" she offered.
Sam continued to state at her.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked.
"Yes." he said.
She started. "'Yes?' Yes what? Is that all you have to say?"
"No."
She gave him a frown. "What's the 'no' supposed to mean?"
He stepped closer to her. "It means that I have a lot to say and I'm nervous to answer more than monosyllabically for fear that you'll attack me again."
"'Attack you?' Now, Sam, it was just a little kiss. Not even a kissunless you mean in the strictest sense when two people press their lips to each other's. To think that you would say that I would 'attack' you is absur..."
She stopped abruptly as Sam sealed her mouth with his own and put a halt to further protest. Caught up in his action, Ainsley returned the kiss until Sam pulled away.
This time it was his turn to enjoy the thunderstruck look on her face.
"Sam...wha...why...?" she stammered.
"Don't you ever stop talking?" he asked as he lowered his lips to hers again.