welcome to congress

[imnotrobin]

California's 48th has been red for as long as most people can remember but Sam runs a good campaign on the issues and tries his best to deflect everything his opponent throws at him. There's the usual mud-slinging, most of which is fixated on the fact that Sam had once accidentally dated a call girl and then not-so-accidentally continued his friendship with her after he knew her chosen profession.

He thinks it helps that Ainsley's by his side. She makes an excellent candidate's partner and while she's still just his girlfriend, he has a ring in his pocket that's burning a hole and he thinks tonight is the best time to do it. He'll propose to her now, before they call it, and no matter what happens, hopefully she'll be with him through it all.

"Ainsley? Could I borrow you for a moment?" Sam pitches his voice a little lower, just enough to be audible above the excited din of the ballroom they've rented out to hold their party in. It's getting down to the wire, with the votes, and he's still deadlocked with the republican candidate. It might come down to the last few precincts before one or the other of them pulls away.

"Away from the cameras and the people? There's something I wanted to ask...talk to you about."

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[theirlawyer]

"If we're planning to get me to run for president, we need to start working on my groundwork," she says, which isn't to detract from him or the moment, but it definitely means a lot more planning needs to happen. Ainsley takes advantage of the moment to sprawl back and grin as she watches Sam.

"I understand why so many women fell at your feet when I look at you like this," she praises.

[imnotrobin]

"Well, you know, I've only got one woman now," Sam says, sliding on the condom and moving to cover her. "And she's pretty demanding of my time so I don't care about those women who are falling at my feet. I only care about you."

[theirlawyer]

"You always know how to say the right words," she praises as a thrill rushes through her. "I almost know why you used to be a speechwriter, Mr. Seaborn," she teases with a smirk, eagerly staring at Sam as she moves her fingers up and down his hips slowly. "Come on," she coaxes softly. "Enough talk."

[imnotrobin]

"More action?" Sam asks, leaning in to kiss her slow and deep. He loves to kiss. Maybe that makes him a sap but Sam is fine with that particular appellation because there is nothing more satisfying to him than kissing a woman soft and slow until her toes curl and her back arches and she's melting with him. He particularly likes it with Ainsley, who is so often wound up tight and needs the release.

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley tries to keep as close to him as possible, as if she's trying to merge them both together, desperate for more touching and proximity. "Sam," she breathes out happily, already feeling all the tension from earlier and the worry bleed away. Everything is perfect. Sam's won, they're engaged, and they're on the right path.

She doesn't think her life could actually be better, right now.

[imnotrobin]

Sam thinks they're going to be an amazing team. There's no way he won't keep getting elected with someone as stunning and brilliant as Ainsley by his side but he's not worried about the next election. He's living in the moment.

He finds her hand and pushes it up over her head, skimming the other along her body as he kisses her slow and deep.

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley curls her fingers into his so they twine together, a dazed look on her face from the kiss that segues into bliss as she leans back and sinks back into more kisses and touching, waiting for Sam to make the next move.

[imnotrobin]

Sam tears himself away from her mouth but it's a very difficult thing; as much as he wants to keep kissing her, there's other things he'd rather be doing with their limited time.

He trails his lips down her neck and to her chest, along the curve of one breast before looking back to her face. "More?"

[theirlawyer]

She makes a soft little sound of wanting, nodding her head when Sam asks the question. "Always," she promises with a grin, starting to lose her breath just a little.

[imnotrobin]

"Missed this." It's been a while since they've had any time to themselves and Sam intends to make the most of it. He slides his mouth down lower, pressing against her belly. "Missed having the time with you."

[theirlawyer]

"I don't think that's going to change, Sam," Ainsley points out, breaths coming in eager and short and sharp. She's so ready for where Sam is headed and it needs to happen sooner, as far as she's concerned. "You're only going to get busier from here."

[imnotrobin]

Sam bites her left thigh lightly, teasing a little before he gets to the main event. He always likes to draw these things out when he has the chance because there's no sense in rushing something that should be savored.

"Still making time for you, Ainsley," he murmurs, covering her with his mouth.

[theirlawyer]

She gasps and makes a small, pleased gasp of pleasure when Sam eases his mouth where it is. "Trust me, I know," she promises with a grin. "You really think that I'm ever going to let you get away from me? I'm too stubborn for that, Samuel."

[imnotrobin]

Sam doesn't respond to that as he's busy with other, more important things, but he thinks the way he splays his hands against her hips and pulls her even closer to his mouth is an answer enough; if not, he's got a few other tricks up his monogrammed sleeves.

He's always been good in bed and he and Ainsley have something special he's never had with anyone else.

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley tips her head back and lets out a low moan of approval, beyond grateful for how Sam's come to know her body in the most intimate of ways. She wants to do this always and she knows that Sam's never going to let her down.

"Sam," she breathes out urgently. "Keep doing that," he pleads.

[imnotrobin]

Oh, he intends to and then some; Sam has always been a loquacious sort and that skillset translates nicely to his current engagement. It's not speechwriting or policymaking but it's just as intricate and, arguably, more important.

He sucks right at the spot that always makes her crazy. He's not messing around anymore.

[theirlawyer]

Her eyes are screwed shut and while she's trying to prolong this, she's not having much luck. Her breathless cries are giving way to her climax and it's not long at all, now, before her back is arching off the bed and she's shouting his name as loud as she can.

"Sam, oh my god," she gets out, weary and pleased.

[imnotrobin]

Sam lifts his head and his lips quirk in a half smile. "So I presume that means that I did a good job?" Sam has always liked a little verbal praise and especially from Ainsley.

"No room for improvement?"

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley is having some trouble finding her words, but she thinks her blissful smile ought to give him enough praise as she wiggles her way deeper into the bed. "We've got decades to work on it," she hums. "You about ready, sailor?"

[imnotrobin]

"Sailor? Am I in for some rough seas? Or are you my port in a storm?" It's terrible wordplay but that's what he and Ainsley do best and Sam thinks the levity only highlights the tenderness they have when they get the chance to come together like this.

"I love you, Ainsley. So, so much. So much that words are a poor way to express it."

[theirlawyer]

"More of the yacht thing," is all Ainsley says with a little wave of her hand, smirking at Sam as she stares at him fondly. "I love you so much too, Sam. We're going to do so well together," she promises. "The history books are going to remember that."

[imnotrobin]

"Mmmhmm, we're going to take Washington by storm," Sam agrees. He runs a hand down her back and gazes at her, utterly sappy and fond. He's so in love with her that it makes him stupid and his tongue is far from glib.

"C'mere?"

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley happily curls in with Sam, draping her hand over his chest as she wiggles the ring and looks at it with adoration and pride. "I should buy you some kind of engagement gift," she says. "I'd hate for us to be uneven so early in the engagement."

[imnotrobin]

"You know that engagement gifts aren't meant to be mutual, Ainsley. The gift is that you've agreed to marry me. You don't have to give me anything else in return." Sam had thought that was just a given but with Ainsley, one never knows.

"Do you so hate being indebted?"

[theirlawyer]

"Sam, you know me," she lectures patiently. "I'm all about equality. You might think my agreement is a gift, but I think that your asking is just as much gift. You've given me a gorgeous ring on top of that. I owe you something in return," she insists. "A ring of your own."