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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[imnotrobin]

"You have a point about doing it in California," Sam says, contemplating that for a moment. "We could have the ceremony on the beach and go back to the country club for the reception - or something. But we could do it here, right here in the district. Not everyone would be invited, of course, but we could use local vendors and put money back into the community we represent."

This district is hardly hurting for money but Sam thinks it might play well that he's sticking to his roots. There's time to do things in DC later and there's always the option of flying out their loved ones.

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley's smile is starting to widen as she starts to think more about the wedding, their wedding, which is so new, but at the same time, it's so important to her even though it's a few hours old. "We'd want to make sure that everyone could get out here for the wedding," she says, her tears starting to cloud her eyes. "Sam, oh my god," she says, fanning her face to try and stop the tears. "Look what you did to me."

[imnotrobin]

"Hey, those are happy tears, right?" Sam likes to think that he can read Ainsley reasonably well after all these years but Ainsley is, well, Ainsley and a little unpredictable by default. He never would have guessed that the Republican lawyer who tore him apart on live television also nursed a healthy appreciation of 19th century opera and dancing in her bathrobe and in this, Ainsley has been full of surprises.

He hopes the tears are an outpouring of happiness and not fear or regret. "Come on, fiancee. We've got an election to win, don't we? Let's get it together and go back out there?"

[theirlawyer]

"They're ecstatic tears," she promises eagerly, trying to pull him closer. She keeps trying to get him in as close as she can, because now that they're engaged, she doesn't think she wants to ever stop touching him, not really. "Oh my god, you're going to win, Sam, I know it," she vows. "For all that it's a red district, people are more than happy to tell me that they like you, Sam. I mean, I'm thinking I have some influence on that," she boasts, teasingly.

[imnotrobin]

"I'm willing to be moderate to get votes," Sam says. "It's clear that I can be bipartisan when it really counts."

He thinks he can really do some good if the people give him a chance.

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley laughs as she tugs on Sam's hand to get him even closer to her, refusing to let him go because she loves having him so near. "And to think, before I got my clutches into you, you were a hopeless Democrat, never willing to see the light," she jokes, because she's had more than a few occasions in which she's been pulled onto his side of the carpet, though she doesn't love to admit it out loud.

[imnotrobin]

"I know, it's like you taught me how to listen or something." Softer now, he cups her cheek and kisses her lightly. "And I'm grateful you did. Come on. Let's go out there and see how I'm doing in the polls?"

Sam wants to win. He's always wanted to win this election, yes, but now that there's Ainsley by his side as his fiancee, he really wants to win it and see if the two of them can make some changes in the district. He hopes so. He's always been crippled with an extraordinary amount of hope and he hopes Ainsley's practicality will temper that into something useful.

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley follows along and holds a little tighter to Sam, brimming with excitement both for the night, now, and for what's happening in their personal lives. She leans against him a little harder, making sure the ring stays somewhat hidden because she knows all too well that it could take away from the news.

She leans up to kiss his cheek as she leads him to a couch. "Come on. And you can get one of the interns to give you an update on the polls."

[imnotrobin]

"Yeah, let me find one," Sam says, waving one over. "Go get me poll results, all right? I want votes cast, how many polls and the percentage. Can you do that for me?"

The intern bobs his head quickly and runs off, going to get the results that Sam so desperately needs. "So, you want to bet on whether or not we're staying in Washington?"

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley grins when Sam gets into boss mode, having found it just adorable when they started to work together. Now, she's in a different position, but still finds it just as adorable as before. She leans her chin on his shoulder, smiling fondly as she plays with Sam's hair. "I think with me helping to bridge you into that so coveted red, you're going to win, but it'll have been an extremely tight race and you'll have to perpetually convince your constituents that you're actually representing their interests."

[imnotrobin]

"I think you just might be right." The intern comes back with the results and it looks like with 99% of polls reporting, he has a two point lead. It's no landslide, but it's a comfortable place to be this late in the game. Sam isn't going to make an announcement until he receives a concession phone call from his opponent but he feels really good about this.

"I think I'm about to be a Congressman, Ainsley. Those numbers are going to be pretty solid in the next hour or so."

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley gives him a devious little smirk as she wiggles her way slightly closer to his lap, positioned so that whatever she whispers to him isn't bound to get picked up by any of the news outlets. "I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you about my sexual fantasies of being a sexy congressman's aide?"

[imnotrobin]

"Oh? That's interesting, tell me more? I'm always interested in hearing what makes my constituents tick," Sam teases. He whispers too because the last thing he wants is some reporter blabbing what he shares with his fiancee in their down time.

"I'm very invested in the district."

[theirlawyer]

"Well, there's always been a little inappropriate fantasy that involves me working late in a pencil skirt and you, the Congressman, overly concerned about the hours I've been putting in and clearly, it's going to take all your attention to make sure I'm not overworked," she drawls, giving him an amused smile.

[imnotrobin]

Sam smirks a little and he's about to add a little more to that particular fantasy when a frantic aide of his comes in, words coming out in a breathless rush. "Mr. Seaborn? The opposing candidate is on the phone for you. I think it's a concession."

Sam looks to Ainsley, unable to keep his excitement to himself. "Well, Ainsley, I think we've got a call to take. Want me to put it on speaker so everyone can hear?"

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley's smile grows even wider than before, something she hadn't really thought possible until just this moment. She gives him an encouraging smile, but gives his shoulder a squeeze. "I think maybe you should be kind and take the call in private, then announce it to everyone after. Be a gracious victor, Sam."

[imnotrobin]

"Well, yeah, I might eventually have to run against him again some day," Sam agrees, taking the call. It goes as well as expected; nobody ever sounds happy when giving up on something they want but Sam is polite and thanks his opponent for a good race.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen? I've got an announcement. I'm going to Congress!"

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley sits there brimming with overjoyed pride as she watches her boyfriend -- no, not boyfriend anymore, her fiance -- calling and accepting the concession, on his way to being a Congressman and this fills about half of the fantasies she's had growing up. She keeps her hand covering up the left hand so that the ring stays hidden, having been serious about wanting the focus on this right now.

Except, when Sam announces, she's clapping and whistling the loudest of all, unable to contain her glee.

[imnotrobin]

There's a lot of congratulations and calls for speeches and after making a speech to his staff and rushing off to make a speech to the press, it's gotten into the late hours. All Sam wants is a little time alone with Ainsley to celebrate their new step forward but it's proving difficult to get away. He takes one more congratulatory glass of champagne before finding her, sliding an arm around her waist.

"I'm ready to go home, Ainsley. We can let them celebrate the rest of the night but I need some time with you."

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley lets Sam go and finds the champagne, indulging until the room is starting to get a little dizzy, at which point she eases off because that way leads to bathrobes and dancing and while she wouldn't mind dancing with Sam, they need more privacy than the party really affords. She leans heavy into his body, stumbling a little as she adjusts her bearing. "I'd love to give my time to my Congressman," she gets out, low and flirty.

[imnotrobin]

Sam laughs lowly and holds her a little closer. She's definitely tipsy but he is too - it's not like he's safe to drive. Luckily for them both there's a car and driver waiting to take them home as soon as he finds his way to the door.

Their house here in the district is oceanfront because that was one of the things that Sam had missed most about being in DC - the deep blue Pacific and the stunning cliffs. "Let's get back home, then, and we'll see about extending your service."

[theirlawyer]

Ainsley climbs in until she's nearly on top of Sam, keeping the window slightly down so she can get that ocean air she's loved so much about this coast, holding onto him even as they walk up the front steps, grateful she hasn't made too much of an embarrassment of Sam in front of the driver. "Well?" she prods. "I expected more bragging."

[imnotrobin]

"Still trying to let it all sink in," Sam admits. "I don't think it's real - any of it. I can't believe I won the election and I definitely don't believe you're going to be my wife. I feel like if I fall asleep, it's all going to disappear when I wake up."

He feels like everything is magic right now in the deep twilight of a California night and he doesn't want it to ever end.

[theirlawyer]

She's still trying to get used to the idea that she's going to be Sam's wife. It's honestly a little bit of a surprise, but in the best way possible. She shivers, slightly, and grins as she follows after Sam, winding her arm around his waist to curl in against him. "Seeing as I love to oversleep, I'll definitely be there when you wake up. I'll try and wake up a bit earlier for coffee and breakfast in bed to reward you," she says coyly.

[imnotrobin]

"I think I'm still on East coast time even though we've been here for weeks," Sam says. "I think I'll always be on Washington time even if I'm going to be maintaining a permanent residence on the beautiful California coast."

He's always had some kind of East Coast sensibility - starting with Princeton and moving on to New York and DC. He's never going to be the California boy he grew up as, even if he's representing them now. Maybe that's a good thing, a marriage of the two best parts of him.

"I'm happy to put my new fiancee to bed, though."