A/N: This crazy idea began with a prompt I received on tumblr. From that moment on, the idea got stuck into my head and hasn't gone away yet. I'm not sure how often I'll update (I usually write this AU when I'm having trouble with my other stories).
If you want to know how I set this universe, you'll find the outline I made for it on my tumblr (i-dont-like-jellyfish) under the tag "1600 pennsylvania avenue" (It's a shame this website doesn't let me put up a link here) or in this same story at AO3.
Anyway, I hope you like and enjoy it :)
A/N 2: This is really a very short one. I hope the next one will be longer.
Will walks into her East Wing office without knocking and plops down on her couch. From her seat behind her desk, Mac looks at him over the ridge of her glasses, amused at his melodramatic entrance.
"Mr. President, what can I do for you this fine morning?" She teases him because she loves it and because, sadly, she's the only one who can freely do it.
"Just come here."
And she does. She gets up and walks around the desk before joining her husband on the couch. She kicks off her shoes and sits next to him, her legs carefully bent beneath her. Will gently pulls her to his side and lets her head rest on his shoulder. They spend the next few minutes in silence. Mac knows her husband is exhausted, he hasn't been sleeping well and pulling more hours than he should. She's pretty busy too but, if he needs ten minutes to cuddle with her and forget about the rest of the world, she's perfectly fine with it.
"Someone is going to come looking for you." Mac softly says.
"They won't." He tells her. "I told Lonny to kill anyone who tried to get in here."
Mac laughs at him and, a few second later, he joins her. "You can't do that."
"I'm the President, I can do whatever I want."
Thanks for reading!