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Note:

1) This takes place on the same night as the 17 people episode, but it's after the canon episode ended.

2) The next chapter will take place in the context of Someone Goes to Jail, Someone Goes to Emergency.

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Sam leaned on the Mess doorway with his hands in his pockets as Ainsley sat on the threw away a peach pit. 'Good God, you really are gorgeous.' "You find your peach?" 'Is she wearing a bra?'

'Yes, finally. Now we can... get back to our... discussion...' Ainsley blushed as she sliced a lemon in half. "Yes, an' lemons too." 'Please just take my clothes off already. Think of all the peach, strawberry, and lemon juice that I rubbed all over my skin for you to suck on.'

"Why on God's green earth are ya eating a raw lemon?" Sam played with his jacket buttons. 'But I'd love to suck lemon juice off your skin... especially mixed with the strawberries and peaches... that is, if you want me to. ... but God, do I want to. ... No Sam, wait.'

'Sam, don't ya wanna kiss my pineapple?' "Aren't ya glad I'm eating something healthy for once?" Ainsley's eyes twinkled in the dim light. "Maybe you won't have to get that junk food consumption bill passed." 'Okay, enough talking. I even took my bra off to make your life easier. We could go to your office if you want. Let's go.'

"I don't think we have enough peaches, strawberries, or lemons to undo the damage." Sam retorted. "But a lemon? Why?"

'UGHH! Are you really that hung up on the lemon, Sam? Do I have to get naked in front of you to make this happen? My panties are wet anyway.' "I think I'm gunna have to report you to the ACLU for attempting to restrict my civil liberties to eat as I please." Ainsley sucked on her lemon. 'Just think how good I'd taste. It'd be like eating a lemon meringue pie.'

'My God, you're killing me. I just wanna make love to you right now... d'ya want to? Everyone's gone home, right? ... No Sam, not like this, not here, not now.' Sam checked his watch. "Ainse?"

"Yes, Sam?"

"You don't have a car. It's 2 a.m. in Washington D.C. and you live in Old Town Alexandria. I'm not sure why you live all the way out there when you work at the White House, but that's beside the point. Anyway, please, let me give you a ride home." Sam offered.

'Now we're gettin' somewhere.' "Why thank you, Sam." Ainsley said.

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*EEP EEP.* Sam unlocked the car and then he opened the passenger seat door for her with his hand on the small of her back. "Thank you. You're quite the gentleman." 'Which is why you haven't ripped my clothes off... Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate it, but part of me wishes you'd be a little less of a gentleman right now.' CLI-chunk. She buckled her seatbelt.

He opened the driver side door. "Oh, it's no problem. I just ... wanna make sure you get home safely." *CLI-chunk.* He buckled his seatbelt. 'I wanna go home with you... SAM! No. Control yourself. Ainsley deserves for this to happen the right way.'

'I'm hoping that's not the only reason. We could just unbuckle these seatbelts and go in the back seat.' Ainsley wished. "Well, I appreciate the thought. Chivalry's a lost art."

*dddrruuhh-vah-VRRRROOOOMMM.* Sam started the car. "Is your ERA thing gonna be on TV? I was hoping to watch it."

"Yeah, on the Capital Beat. Mark's gunna commentate on it."

"That's ironic." Sam chuckled.

"Yes, I guess it is in a way." Ainsley agreed.

Sam and Ainsley sat in awkward silence for several minutes when Ainsley finally spoke. "To answer your question, Sam, the reason I live out all the way out in Alexandria is D.C has really strict gun ownership laws. An' for the record, I'm a perfect shot."

"Is owning a gun really that important to you?" Sam asked. 'A perfect shot? I'm not gonna lie… that's kinda hot.' "And y'know the Second Amendment provides for the right to 'a well-regulated militia'."

"First of all, Sam, you forgot that the whole passage states 'A well-regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.' Second of all, the right to bear arms allows us to keep the government in check and prevent them from going tyrannical. We the people are the militia. Alexander Hamilton wrote, 'If circumstances should at any time oblige the government to form an army of any magnitude, that army can never be formidable to the liberties of the people while there is a large body of citizens, little if at all inferior to them in discipline and the use of arms.' "

"…who stand ready to defend their rights and those of their fellow citizens.' Okay, they said you have the right to have a militia-"

"We the people are the militia, Sam."

"With you at the helm, I presume?" 'Again, that's incredibly sexy… I'd follow you into battle anywhere... and obey every command.' "But anyway, Alexander Hamilton, Ben Franklin and John Jay started writing the Federalist Papers in October 1787 and published it in August 1788. …. Yes, Ainsley, I've read the Federalist Papers. Democrats study the Founding Fathers too."

"I know, I've seen your 'Don't Tread on Me' flag." Ainsley blushed.

"Yes, exactly." Sam continued. "Anyway, we live in a completely different society, hence why we have a large Standing Army-"

"We don't have a large Standing Army. We have a small Standing Army and a large Reserve Army." Ainsley interjected.

"Oh. Well anyway, we have much more technologically sophisticated weapons like machine guns and tanks. It's not just muskets, rifles, and pistols anymore. Therefore, it needs to be modernized, just like how slavery was outlawed."

"To your first point, John Adams actually said that we did have the right to own weapons such as canons. Not to mention, the first machine gun was invented before the Revolutionary War; it was called the Puckle Gun."

"The Puckle Gun?"

"Yes Sam, the Puckle Gun. Anyway, tyrannical regimes throughout history, including the Soviet Union and Nazi Germany just to name a few, have used gun control to suppress human rights. … If you're suggesting we repeal the Second Amendment, the answer is no."

"But the guys who shot Josh bought the gun legally. Doesn't that mean we need some new gun laws?" Sam parked outside her townhouse.

"First of all, Sam, a background check couldn't have stopped them because criminals would just get guns illegally and therefore bypass the background check."

"We need gun safety laws though." Sam got out to open up Ainsley's door.

"No one's saying we don't." Ainsley stepped out. "For the record, second amendment advocates often take safety very seriously."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but you were wrong when you said that I don't like the people who like guns." Sam confessed. 'Because I do. I do now at least.'

'You wanna come in?' Ainsley's pupils dilated as their eyes locked with their lips a millimeter apart for several moments before she broke the silence. "Thank you again, Sam." Her lips felt the cool, damp air from the Potomac River on his cheek.

"Anytime." Sam watched as the moonlight and streetlights illuminate her creamy blond hair and her iridescent skin as she climbed up the steps.

'It's not too late to change your mind.' She looked back before she unlocked her door. 'I knew I should've been naked when he came down to the Mess. Or waved my bra at him.'

"Anything for you." Sam uttered once she was inside her townhouse.

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