and so from time to time he opened his doors to those who wished an audience

[imnotrobin]

Sam spends much of his time actually drafting speeches on behalf of the president, especially considering there's a re-election to consider, but every once in a while he starts to go cross-eyed and it's time for a break. He doesn't really mean break in the sense of "temporary closing of eyes and/or inhaling of food in the White House" but, rather, means break in the sense of actually getting to see his girlfriend face to face and sleep in a real bed.

Today is one of those days.

Sam is up to his neck in spin control and he thinks the cure for what ails him is a nice little trip to the hotel. The last few times he's tried, he hasn't gotten through, but Sam thinks that's because he genuinely was just trying to avoid work and didn't actually need the break. This time, though, he's determined to make it work and he opens his office door and steps through several times with eyes closed. He runs into a very startled intern on turn three but on turn four, he steps into the hallway in front of the suite that he sometimes, occasionally, not-often-enough visits with Ainsley in tow.

"Obviously the door is a plot device from an opera," Sam says, not checking to see if Ainsley is here yet or not. Normally they time this pretty well but he wonders, just a little, if he shouldn't have warned her before coming through so she could make her way here.

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[theirlawyer]

Ainsley sits up slowly and stares at Sam with a broad grin, tipping her head to the side. "Are we going to end up sitting around in a hotel room tonight, Sam?" she wonders, twirling a lock of her hair. "Not that I'd mind, but as always, and ever, I'm starving."

[imnotrobin]

"Do you want to go out to dinner or order in? I kind of fancy the idea of going on a proper date and taking our time but it's up to you. I don't know what kind of day you've had today."

Sometimes time doesn't pass the same way here as it does back in DC and the days don't match up the same way. He doesn't know when Ainsley's from, this time, but it doesn't matter. Not in this place.

[theirlawyer]

"I don't mind if you're willing to give me a few seconds to freshen up, maybe change." She's started to bring a few things with her and one of them is a tight little orange number that she wouldn't mind putting on. "If you're willing to be patient, I can be ready in fifteen and then we'll go out wherever you like," she vows, with a warm smile on her face.

[imnotrobin]

"Fifteen minutes is perfectly fine," Sam assures her. "Because I know you and you can work magic in just a short amount of time." Ainsley is one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen - especially when she has a few moments to herself to really gild the lily.

[theirlawyer]

"You're lucky my hair's done, otherwise we'd be getting room service before we went out for dinner," Ainsley says, stepping into the bathroom with her things so she can run the water and get herself stripped bare, leaving the door just open a tiny nudge.

"What kind of food are you in the mood for?" she calls back, stepping into the shower once her shower-cap is fixed on.

[imnotrobin]

"Personally, I could go for steak but I'm open to suggestions," Sam calls out. He's always been fairly adventurous when it comes to dining and DC has only contributed to that, with the wide variety of restaurants that surround the city. He's found that letting a lady choose more often than not ends up in a better night overall - especially when the lady in question is Ainsley Hayes.

"What are you in the mood for?"

[theirlawyer]

"Steak and potatoes are practically music to my ears, especially if we're talking double-baked potatoes," Ainsley promises as she starts to work on getting dressed, reaching for her good date underwear and bra because she has the feeling that she might need them. With those in hand, she returns to the shower, doing a quick wash and scrub before she towels off, dressing quickly and affixing earrings in and doing a little comb-through before adjusting her dress.

She grabs her clutch and digs through her shoes before deciding on flats, thinking Sam can deal with the height difference. "Ready?"

[imnotrobin]

"Absolutely," Sam assures her, offering his arm. "Come on, let's see what door is going to offer us steak and potatoes and all the wine we can drink."

Sam thinks a nice red would be a good way to polish off the evening."So anything interesting going on in legal right now? Not that we should talk about work but I like hearing about what you do."

[theirlawyer]

"I'm keeping the White House from being sued by malignant and irritating little lawsuits that are much less interesting than I had high hopes for," she confesses, seeing as she'd built up this job as a lofty prospect and forgotten all about the part where the minutia of the job harkens back to law school.

She takes Sam's arm to slowly wander. "Of course, every time one of your speeches makes a too-big promise, I get to comb through the Constitution and make sure you aren't promising the moon."

[imnotrobin]

"I don't tend to think about the Constitution when writing a clever turn of phrase," Sam admits, laughing softly. He wonders just how often Ainsley has had to play clean up for him and decides that right now, exactly, probably isn't the time for an itemized list.

"But I think we can leave that for another day."

[theirlawyer]

"Maybe we can surprise ourselves and not talk about work," she teases, but even she doesn't know what they would end up talking about in that case. She's pretty much reached a point in her life where she works nearly the whole day and then goes home to sleep, with very few personal moments apart from that.

Half of her actually wonders if her relationship with Sam would ever have existed, if not for th White House, really.

[imnotrobin]

"That would be a miracle in and of itself," Sam admits. "Both of us work too hard. We can play hard, too," he says, grinning a little. That, he hopes, will be a nice segue into an evening out.

"Dinner, drinks and then dancing?"

[theirlawyer]

"We're going to need a lot of drinks if we're going dancing," Ainsley says knowingly, because her whole body doesn't really loosen up until there's alcohol in her veins, which is a precursor usually to her embarrassing herself, but she thinks she can make an attempt here. "Are you paying? If you are, I think it's your right to pick."

[imnotrobin]

"Of course I'm paying," Sam says incredulously. The idea that he might offer to take Ainsley out on a date without paying is ludicrous and he wonders what sorts of men she normally dates if that's something that could even occur to her.

That isn't how he operates, anyway. He thinks it's the gentlemanly thing to do to hold the doors and buy the dinners and genuinely make each and every date just a little bit special, even if it's not a special occasion. He definitely wants to pull out the stops with Ainsley.

[theirlawyer]

She levels him with a slightly sharp look. "You know I don't mind going in evenly on dates, I like the equality behind it. But if you're the one paying, that means you should also get the benefit of choosing." Now, though, she imagines she's going to try and pick up as much of the check as she can. "Don't get so huffy, Sam," she counters. "It was an innocent question."

[imnotrobin]

"I'm an old-fashioned man," Sam says. In spite of her warning for him to not be huffy, he is, because he still thinks there are certain things that men should do for women and one of them is paying for the dates.

"Next time, if we go dutch, I'll let you pick the place?"

[theirlawyer]

"It'll be incredibly rich barbecue," Ainsley already knows, reaching over to take Sam's hand in hers and squeezing to try and give him a little comfort before he starts going too far down this line of thinking. "Sam, don't tell me we're going to argue about equality all night either."

[imnotrobin]

"You realize that arguing is foreplay for you and I've already figured that out, yes?" Sam is well aware of Ainsley's fiery personality and her determination when she's right and he likes that in her. If it means he picks a fight occasionally just to see it, well, guilty as charged.

[theirlawyer]

"I hadn't noticed in the least," is Ainsley's insistently innocent reply, even if her lips quirk upwards and refuse to let her get away with this. She leans up on her toes to press a kiss to Sam's lips with delight, holding onto his collar. "Besides, I don't like arguing with just anybody. It has to be you," she adds, with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

[imnotrobin]

"It has to be you for me," Sam agrees. "It doesn't have the same flair with anyone else. It doesn't mean as much with anyone else."

The kiss is soft and slow, a prelude to what he hopes will happen later tonight.

[theirlawyer]

"You're such a romantic," she accuses with all the fondness in the world. Drawing closer, Ainsley leans up to kiss his cheek and hold onto his hand, peering down a row of doors. "So which one do you think will take us to the kind of food that'll tide me over?"

[imnotrobin]

Sam assesses the doors and after a moment, he settles on a set that are mahogany. They look like they might lead to the type of restaurant he's been craving and he tips his head in that direction.

"These ones? They look classic and solid."

[theirlawyer]

"Just like you," she says, patting his very nicely defined chest. "Classic and solid and dependable and more than a little attractive," she adds, feeling inclined to expand. She leans forward to try the knob, grinning when it opens to a very fancy looking steakhouse with a view of a place that seems to have three moons.

"I wonder if they take American," she deadpans.

[imnotrobin]

"Well, we're going to have to find out," Sam says, sliding his arm around her waist to walk her into the restaurant.

"If not, I'm not above washing some dishes to pay for my lady's supper. I'm not too good for that." Though, really, it's going to be the first time Sam Seaborn's monogrammed sleeves have ever gotten damp from dishwater.

[theirlawyer]

"If you're going to wash dishes, then I might as well order dessert," she jokes as she takes his elbow and approaches the host with a charming smile. "Hi there," she says, quickly finding out that while they don't take cash, they do accept credit cards because apparently there is some very advanced trade deals between here and Earth at this point in the future.

As they get to their table, there's an amazed look on Ainsley's face. "Can you imagine politics in this kind of climate? Imagine negotiating trade deals with other planets. Imagine sanctions."