Raindrops Keep Falling on Sam's Head

Disclaimer: I do not own West Wing or the chapter title references the song 'Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head' from the movie 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid'.

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'Why'd C.J. have to agree to letting Lisa interview me? I mean my ex-fiancé of all people? Really?' The rain pounded Sam's head and back as he stood outside Ainsley's apartment. "Hey, Ainse. It's me." Sam said into her apartment's intercom.

"Hey, Sam! Come on up!" She replied as she buzzed him in.

*Knock, Knock.*

"Just a second."

Ainsley opened up her door to find a soaked Sam who had come with two takeout pizzas, one ham and pineapple pizza that's half Supreme and veggie, and ice cream in hand. "Babe, you look absolutely exhausted. And you're the sweetest thing ever for bringing me takeout and ice cream."

"I figured it was the least I could do since I got here so late." Sam put the ice cream in the freezer.

"Like I said, you're the sweetest thing and the best boyfriend ever." Ainsley kissed him.

"Hey, Babe- before I forget-" Sam started.

"Mmmm" Ainsley mumbled into his neck. "You wanted me to be on top tonight? ….. As you wish, Master Sam."

'Well… yes please.' "Seriously."

Ainsley stopped unbuttoning his shirt. "Okay, I'm listening." She set out the pizza on the counter.

"So CJ said that Vanity Fair's gonna do a staff profile on me, she said that they wanted to focus on my 'energetic energy'-" Sam said.

"I'm pretty sure you can't say 'energetic energy' –" Ainsley said.

"That's what I said." Sam said.

"-unless if you're CJ Cregg." Ainsley said.

"Well anyway, they wanna do a profile on me-" Sam said.

"That's great, Sam!"

"But the thing is, is Lisa's writing it."

"Okay." Ainsley took a bite of pizza. "And how do you feel about this?"

"I dunno. ... I mean,... we broke up once I took a Campaign Staffer's salary with low job security." Sam paused. "But I'm more concerned about how you, my love, feel about this."

"That doesn't bother me at all. I mean I can't blame Vanity Fair for wanting a staff profile on the hottest and energetic Senior Staffer, something I can personally attest to if they need a second source." Ainsley kissed him.

Sam's tan skin blushed. "So you're really okay with me doing this interview?"

"Yes, Babe." She murmured into his chest. "And you're freezing. You need a hot shower. But think we should take it together- you know, ... to save the planet."

"Republicans care about -?" Sam started.

Ainsley put a finger to her lips before brushing his as she led him to the shower.

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Does pineapple belong on pizza?