Disclaimer: I don't own The West Wing. This started off as Josh/Donna story, but it evolved into some Sam/Ginger fluff. This is very random, very fluffy, it's probably pretty bad.

Sam Seaborn and Ginger

Call Me Gingy

"The new President of the United States is...Josiah Bartlet!"

Screams erupted in the small New Hampshire building known as Bartlet headquarters. CJ was lifted up by Toby. Josh danced with Donna to some unheard music. Sam cheered and opened a champagne bottle. Ginger and Bonnie laughed and cried in each other's arms. In the center of the room stood Jed Bartlet whooping and dancing with Abbey. Mrs. Landingham sat in the corner, smiling on.

"Donnatella, we won. We are the kings and queens of this fair nation!"

"Right you are, King Joshua. This is a new era. We won!" She cried. "We freaking won! The rest of them bow at our feet!" At this point, their blood alcohol level was through the roof, as you can probably tell.

Sam held Ginger and swayed with her in another room. "Ginger, this is amazing." He muttered into her hair.

"I know. We're going to be in charge. Everyone else just has to watch us."

"I feel like a real politician, you know? Like, I was a politician before, kind of, but now I feel like I'm actually real and effective."

"You are. You're real, and effective, and powerful."

"You're not too bad yourself, Gingy."

"Gingy?" She smirked.

"It'll catch on, just you wait."

"Fine, call me Gingy, Sammy."

"It's only fair, I guess."

"Yeah."

"Let's do something fun. We're not going to be able to have a life for the next four years, so come on, carpe diem, Gingy."

"What do you suggest?"

"We could go streaking."

"No."

"We could go to a discotheque."

"How old are you?"

"You could kiss me."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Huh. Okay." She just reached over and gave him a peck. He gave her a pleading look. She laughed and kissed him a little more, then pulled away. He gave her his signature puppy dog eyes. She shoved him against a wall and kissed him forcefully, her legs around his waist.

"Gingy, it's gonna be a good four years."

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2 years later...

"Get Lawson and Jarvis on the phone." Sam barely looked up.

"Lawson on line 3." Ginger started to walk away.

"Thanks, Gingy."

She whipped around. "What?"

Sam's mind raced. Oh my god, she doesn't remember. Tell her. Don't tell her. Shut up, Sam! "Oh, nothing. Just...never mind."

"What?"

"Do you remember the night we won?"

"Nope, I was pretty wasted."

"Well, ah...you kissed me."

"Did I?"

"You did."

"That was a mistake."

"I, um, I guess."

"No, I don't mean doing it in the first place." Sam sighed in relief. "I mean just doing it once." She leaned over and gave him a light kiss.

She turned around to leave. "Lawson on line 3."