"I want to punch up some jokes for the Correspondent's Dinner and I'm looking for people left in the building who are funny. I can't find any though." Sam said. Ainsley smiled and cocked her head to the side.

"I would think Sam with your infectious sense of humor, you'd have no trouble." she said.

"You want to help me or not?"

"I need to do this."

"We've ordered Chinese food."

"Okay." Ainsley hopped out of her chair and walked for the door. Sam went to smack her and Ainsley threw him a look over her shoulder.

"I find it amazing I can get you to do anything if I bribe you with food." he said.

"Yeah I'm something else aren't I?"

"Oh yeah." Sam grabbed Ainsley by the waist, making her shriek with laughter. He swung her around so she was facing him and backed her up against the wall.

"Sam..."

"No one's around." he mumbled, dipping his head.

"We're in a stairwell."

"With no one around. That's hard to find in the West Wing."

Ainsley let out a slow sigh as Sam kissed behind her ear, then kissed a path to her lips. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him closer to her as the kiss deepened. They broke apart and Sam leaned his forehead against Ainsley's.

"I haven't seen you at all today." he said quietly.

"You saw me this morning."

"True." Sam kissed Ainsley again, then slowly kissed down her jaw, making her sigh.

"I feel like we're in high school." she said. Sam just made a small noise to show he has half listening to her. "Someone is going to come down here..."

"Toby's in a meeting with the President and Leo and Josh and Donna are yelling at each other."

"Don't you have to get up there? And Sam..."

"What?"

"I'm hungry." Ainsley mumbled, fidgeting slightly.

"You drive me crazy." Sam muttered, kissing the top of her head.

"Yet you're marrying me."

"Yep."

"Funny world, ain't it?" Ainsley drawled.

"Mhmm."

"Speaking of marrying..."

"Ainse, we've been engaged for not even a week." Sam said, taking her hand in his as they began to walk. "It's only be about four days."

"I know that honey but we need to start planning a wedding."

"Is it happening next week?"

"No..."

"Then why are we worrying about it now?"

"Because it takes time to plan these things. I mean, you know that. You were engaged before."

"Okay, let's get something clear. Lisa was a control freak and did everything to plan that wedding. I don't even know what color her bridesmaids' dresses were." Sam said. "She did not include me in anything but then accused me of not caring. Strange woman. But I'm not... I don't know about planning weddings."

"Well I guess we're gonna learn as we go along." Ainsley said.

"Honestly, I don't care Ainse. I just... I just want to be married to you. We don't need some big fancy gala. We could go and elope in Vegas."

"As enticing as that sounds sweetheart, I don't think CJ would like that. We need to come up with a date."

"June 23rd."

"Next year?"

"No..."

"Sam, that's in two months."

"I know."

"I... you... you expect to plan a wedding in two months?"

"It doesn't need to be a big deal. Just something small. Us obviously, Josh, Donna, CJ, Toby, Charlie, our families..."

"I... two months?" Ainsley's jaw was hanging open and she tugged on Sam's hand, hoping he'd stop walking.

"What?" he asked, turning towards her.

"Sam... that's crazy."

"I don't want to wait a long time." he said quietly.

"We'll talk about it when we get home. Let's get upstairs and work on the jokes."

------------------------TWW---------------------

"What was up with Toby when he came in?" Ainsley called from the bathroom.

"Uh... I dunno. He's always grumpy." Sam replied, shutting the TV off. They met up in the hallway and entered their bedroom.

"I know that but he seemed... I dunno. Like something was bothering him."

"I don't know Ainsley." Sam pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it near the closet. He wandered over to the dresser as Ainsley, plopped onto the bed, admiring his muscled chest.

"Sam..."

"What?"

"Were you serious before? About the wedding?"

Sam shed his jeans and pulled a t-shirt on, then walked over to the bed. Ainsley stood up and helped him pull the blankets back.

"Huh?"

"I'd marry you tomorrow."

"It's just... there's so much planning."

"Not really."

"Yes really. I have to get a dress, Donna and CJ have to get dresses, we have to find a photographer and music and food and a place and it's a lot of work and I can't do that in two months."

"Why don't we have it at the White House." Sam suggested, getting into bed. He reached over and shut the light off as Ainsley got in beside him. She was laying on her side, facing the window and Sam laid behind her, wrapping his arm around her. "That narrows down a place. The kitchen staff can prepare the food. They do it for state dinners all the time. My friend is a DJ."

"Invitations." Ainsley went on. "We can't just tell people that we're getting married in two months."

"I told you before, it doesn't have to be a big thing. Relax. It was just a thought." Sam kissed the back of her neck and closed his eyes.