Title: If You Love Someone
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Tonight was exactly what I needed." Post-ep for Dead Irish Writers.

"You know, there's one thing I forgot to tell you tonight," Jed says as they walk arm-in-arm back to the Residence.

"What's that?" The buzz from the wine is beginning to fade, and Abbey already knows tomorrow morning is not going to be fun. Hangovers never are.

"I haven't told you how beautiful you look in this dress."

Abbey kisses Jed's cheek without tripping or losing her balance, a remarkable feat considering she's still a little drunk. "Thanks, babe. But you told me before the party."

"Oh." He shrugs. "Well, can't I tell you again?"

"You can tell me as many times as you like."

"You're always beautiful to me, Abigail."

They step into the elevator; Abbey leans against the wall and looks at her husband. "I love you, too, Jethro."

Jed smiles. "Sorry about the party."

"I liked the party."

"That's why you snuck upstairs with CJ and Amy?"

"You'd rather I got drunk in front of the hundred-or-so people in the ballroom?"

"I'd rather you didn't get drunk at all." He holds out his hand as the elevator doors slide open.

"You don't need to worry about me, Jed. Tonight was—" She pauses, trying to sort out what she wants to say. "Tonight was exactly what I needed."

"Abbey, we should probably talk about your—"

She shakes her head. "There's nothing to talk about."

"You don't need to give up your license—"

"I was wrong." She sighs. "I was wrong."

Jed glances at the floor then holds out his hand again. "So, were you planning on spending the night in the elevator?"

She smiles and takes his hand, letting him lead her to their room. "I was thinking about next year's party."

"Next year's party?"

"Yes."

"I thought you don't want a party next year."

She slips off her shoes and moves towards the dresser. "I'll have a party on one condition."

"What condition?"

"That you get Sting to perform for me."

Jed says nothing. Abbey hides her smile as she turns to face him.

"He's a busy man, Abigail. I'm sure he won't have time—"

She smiles sweetly. "That's why I'm telling you now. So you have a whole year to arrange it."

"Abbey, Sting is not coming to your birthday party."

"Why not?"

Jed tosses his bow tie onto the couch. "He's a happily married man, you know."

"And I'm a happily married woman." She walks towards him. "Unzip me, please."

"You're also a flirt," Jed grumbles. "And what kind of name is Sting anyway?"

"Jed, the zip."

"And I know you like the accent. Don't think I didn't notice you dancing with Lord Marbury."

"Maybe I should get John to come up here and unzip me."

Jed scowls. "This is exactly what I'm talking about."

"You know, you're cute when you're like this."

"Presidents are not cute."

"You are."

"Abbey—"

"Josiah, the sooner this dress comes off, the sooner we get to bed."

"Ah." He grins and lowers the zip.