Stalked Part Five

Ainsley sighed deeply as she hung up the phone. She'd give anything to hear Sam's voice right now. Or better still, to feel his arms around her but they'd agreed that their relationship should appear casual for now. After spending the night tossing and turning in a red nightgown, she arrived at her office in the White House. She reached for the ringing phone and smiled as she heard Sam's voice.

"Are you all right? How did it go? Do you think he'll buy it?" Sam hadn't slept worth a damn either.

"I hope so. I was just going to grab a coffee at the mess."

"I'll meet you there." He wanted to see her and had asked security to notify him when she arrived at the building. When he saw her and sat at the table with her it was all he could do not to gather her into his arms and kiss her breathless. She felt the same way. Their time at Camp David had spoiled them. They'd managed to steal moments together between sessions, something that would be impossible at the White House. But at least they would be in the same room for a few minutes. He'd make it enough. It would have to be.

Margaret walked toward them. "I'm glad I found you. Mr McGarry needs you both in his office." They got up and followed her, both disappointed that they weren't even going to be able to share a cup of coffee together. When they reached Leo's office Margaret motioned for them to enter. On Leo's conference table was a pot of coffee, some Danish, a few muffins, and some fresh fruit. "Leo will be back from breakfast at the Residence in an hour. He said he'd see you then." Margaret smiled at them and gently patted Sam's shoulder on her way out. As soon as the door was closed Sam pulled her into his arms and kissed her like a starving man tackling a buffet.

She whispered softly. "I am so glad to see you."

"Me you too." He said just as softly still planting butterfly kisses on her head which was resting gently on his shoulder.

"So, did you get a welcome home present last night?" she asked softly. When he hesitated, she added. "The truth SAM"

He sighed. "Actually, no. The surprise came this morning - the guy really hates my car. Today it was slashed tires. But, forget it." They sat together shaking their heads. "It'll be over soon, babe."

"I hope you're right." She muttered. She hadn't touched her coffee or the breakfast tray.

"Ainsley, honey, there is a huge array of sugar sitting out here, how come you're not eating?" Sam was confused.

"I have a craving for something else." She said simply pulling on his tie and bringing him closer to her. Sam's lips met hers with enthusiasm. He would have to thank Leo for this gift of time together. His friends had been incredibly supportive of both of them throughout this ordeal.


Several weeks passed without incident. It was as if 'Sonovabitch', (the nick name was courtesy of Toby), had fallen off the face of the earth. In spite of this, Sam stayed on high alert. One night, they grabbed dinner in a nearby hotel dining room with Josh and Donna. Sam couldn't shake the feeling that someone was always watching. Somehow. Somewhere. Josh and Sam went up to the bar to order while the girls grabbed a table. Sam didn't take his eyes off her.

"Relax Sam," Josh said quietly. "The Secret Service has your back."

"It's not just that - I can't help myself. I love looking at her. I love how it feels to just be in the same room with her. Listen to me, I sound like a love sick teenager."

Josh grunted then changed the subject. "Sam, It's been two weeks and not a word from this guy. Is there any evidence that he's still around?"

"Other than the live cameras and mikes in her apartment and the knot in my gut?"

"The last one is good enough for me." Josh said as they each grabbed a pair of steins and headed toward the girls.

Donna and Ainsley sat chatting happily. But Ainsley was blushing slightly. Donna looked like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary. Ainsley kissed Sam's cheek when he sat beside her.

"What was that for?" he said wrapping an arm around her and settling in close.

"Do I need a reason?"

"Never." He leaned in for a real kiss. Ainsley kissed him with abandon. Her hands found his hair and her tongue met his with a tenderness and passion that given their surroundings surprised Sam. Desire flooded him like a tidal wave. He wanted her. He needed her. He loved her.

"Would you two get a room?" Josh joked as the kiss went on a little longer than he and Donna were comfortable watching.

"Maybe we should?" Ainsley whispered against Sam's lips.

Sam looked at her stunned, afraid to hope. "Ainsley, don't joke about that okay?" He paused. Her face was absolutely sincere and almost shy, "Ainsley, you're not joking?" She shook her head no.

"Joshua," Donna said, "Dance." She pulled him away from the table. Josh's mouth was hanging open.

Ainsley nodded, "we should get a room." She hesitated shyly, "That is if, well if you'd like to."

Sam reached into his wallet and threw some money on the table for their share of the cheque. Then he got up hurriedly taking her hand. They crossed the lobby and booked into a lovely suite with a view of the Capitol dome. He wrapped her in his arms and held her close. "Ainsley," he whispered softly. "I..."

"Kiss me Sam, kiss me." She whispered. "I need you, Sam." Sam brushed his lips against hers so tenderly it took her breath away. He caressed her with his fingertips making her tingle. When she moaned softly in the back of her throat, he eagerly pressed her even more tightly against him so that she could feel his arousal. Sam was thrilled when she took the initiative deepening the next kiss. When she pulled back for a breath, he kissed her neck and as she leaned back allowing him easier access he scooped her up into his arms. He stepped inside the bedroom door, closing it with his foot and then he carried her to the bed. Setting her down gently beside it, he whispered softly, "are you sure? Ainsley, I don't want to start something you're not ready for."

"Make love to me, Sam." She was breathless. "Please, make love to me?" she whispered and then reclined back. Kneeling on the bed, she held her arms out to him.

Sam didn't need another invitation - he'd been able to think of nothing else for weeks. He took both her hands and kneeled in front of her. Sam had wanted to be with her for weeks. Probably since the first time he laid eyes on her. But definitely since he watched her smile as they sang Gilbert & Sullivan to welcome her to the staff. Slowly, Sam began opening her blouse kissing each millimetre of flesh he exposed. He tenderly stoked her breasts through the white lace bra. "Slow," he thought to himself. "I have to take this slow."

"My turn?" she asked tentatively and he rested his hands on her shoulders to allow her to remove his shirt. She quickly disposed of his undershirt so her fingers would savour the feel of his skin without any barrier. His arms and chest were strong and looked like they had been delicately chiselled by a master carver. Ainsley loved having the freedom to kiss and nibble him as tenderly and lovingly as he had just done for her. She kissed her way up his neck until their lips met again in a searing kiss.

Sam continued to stroke her breast through the bra as their tongues duelled tenderly. Finally he unhooked the bra and tossed it on the floor beside them. She was so beautiful. He took a nipple into his mouth and she gasped as he lapped at her for the first time. Ainsley ran her fingers through his hair and whispered his name. Sam was determined to make this a night she would never forget.

"Sam," she said reaching for the closure of his slacks. She could see his desire for her and felt her own readiness for him. She'd never felt like this before. She'd never wanted to be with a man like this before. She moaned as he reached inside her lace panties and stroked her intimately. "Oh, God Sam! Please, whatever else you do, don't stop touching me like that!"

Suddenly Sam realized what she was saying. "Ainsley?" he pulled back to cup her face in his hands, "baby are you saying what I think?..."

She kissed his hands and then covered them with her own. "I can't tell you what I like because I've never done this before..."

Sam took a deep breath and then kissed her passionately. "I have protection in my wallet. And as long as you're sure you want to do this, I promise, we'll find out together and it will be wonderful, for both of us."

Sam and Ainsley spent the night discovering one another's tenderest places. It was all he promised and more. Whatever Ainsley secretly feared she may have lacked in experience, she more than made up for with enthusiasm: Sam tender words, gentle caress and finally fiery response to her touch told her that. Afterwards, as she lay cradled against him, he whispered softly, "you are so beautiful, you know that?"

"I feel beautiful." She replied softly. She shyly started to ask, "Sam, I hope, well, I hope you weren't disa..."

He kissed her before she could finish the word. "I hope you weren't going to say disappointed! Lady, I've never felt like this in my life. You are, without a doubt, the most wonderful woman I have ever met. Ainsley, I have to admit though, I'm curious. I mean, you're a vibrant, brilliant, beautiful, make that incredibly beautiful woman and yet ..."

"Nobody had bagged me yet?" she giggled at him.

"That's not the expression I was going to use." He laughed back at her. She began to tickle him. "Okay, okay, maybe, for a split second the word 'bagged' crossed my mind. I'm a speech writer for the most powerful man in the world, I should be able to come up with something classier than that! Initiated, oh shit that's no good either."

"Sam, you're wearing your writer's block face! Remember you can't hide it from me. I can always tell." She teased him.

"What I want to say, is... " He stopped to kiss her. "I am honoured it was me you chose to be with. And I just hope you won't regret what happened here tonight. I'm just afraid to ask, you know, why now, why me?"

"Sam," for a second he thought there were tears in her eyes. "Sam, it's really not that complicated. It's very simple. I've never been in love before. So making love didn't feel right until... now..." He looked at her in awe. "Ohmigod, I'm scaring you this time."

"No," he said simply, pulling her beneath him again. "You're not scaring me. I'm glad you were brave enough to actually say it. I've never been in love before either. Yeah, I've been in lust with a woman, even tried to convince myself it was love before. I enjoyed the drama when it was all brand new but, but this, THIS is different." He brought her hand between them and kissed it. " Ainsley, it's no secret that I've been with women other than you, but I just realized something. Tonight, for the first time, I actually made love to a woman. Believe me, honey, there's a huge difference." Sam caressed her face tenderly. "I love you, Ainsley Hayes - I love you." He kissed her.

"Sam, I love you too." She caressed his neck, loving the softness of his hair between her fingers. "What happens tomorrow?" she asked softly.

"Tomorrow, when we face the real world, we know we'll always have each other. The rest can take care of itself."

Sam settled Ainsley into the crook of his arm and held her as she fell asleep. He stared alternately at the top of her hair and the ceiling. In a matter of months his whole life had been turned upside down. A fact that should scare him but he welcomed it. Sam dozed off thinking about a proposal.


David Greer looked around the renovated loft with a satisfied smile. It had taken a great deal of effort but he'd done it. He wanted her to feel at home when he claimed her his own. He'd managed to duplicate her loft apartment in every way. The renovations had taken all his time for the past month. Everything was identical to the most minute detail. He looked across the room to the piece de resistance: the bridal gown for their mock wedding was displayed perfectly on the mannequin. He couldn't wait to see Ainsley in it. She would love his grandmother's dress. With its high collar, long sleeves and chapel train his grandmother's gown oozed class. Ainsley would love the pure silk and lace. The gown and his bride would be perfect! Oh, they'd have a real wedding later but he knew Ainsley would never give herself to him without making a vow before God. And Seaborn wouldn't back off until he saw her marry someone else. He knew that taking her in front of Seaborn would make Ainsley nervous but it couldn't be helped. Virgins were always nervous - that was the price a man had to pay for purity. But she'd come around in time and if he was lucky she'd come to enjoy sex rather than see it as a wifely duty. But Seaborn would have to see for himself that Ainsley was David's - and David's alone. When Seaborn saw with his own eyes how she'd be giving herself to the man she loved, he'd back off. And if he didn't, well, David knew she kept a gun in the bedside drawer. He'd been thorough. It was there in his new loft too. And David was man enough to use it.

It had been a month since he'd seen her outside the hotel with Seaborn. Going to dinner with another couple seemed harmless enough. She had giggled all the way through the National Zoo. Everything seemed innocent enough. But he doubted Seaborn would be content to just date her for long. He was keeping her out later each time they went out. Concerts, state dinners, any excuse to be with her seemed good enough for Seaborn. Seaborn even took her to a Democratic fund raiser. Laughable as that was. That's when David decided he needed to act. It had taken some time, but he was ready for her now. He was ready.


Sam looked at her sleeping beside him. In the month since they'd been lovers, he'd come to realize how much he loved to watch her fall asleep in his arms and how much he hated waking her and taking her home to that fish bowl. She cuddled closer and he kissed her forehead. "I love you, Ainsley," he whispered knowing his words would lull her back to sleep. He'd watch the time.

Sam lost himself in thought marvelling at the differences she'd made in his life. Even when he was with Lisa who he'd been damn close to marrying, sex for him had been about doing it. Doing it with great finess and pride in his technique, but it was definitely about the 'Doing'. With Ainsley it was all about 'Being'. It was about how much he loved being with her when she smiled up at him in ecstasy, it was about being there to hear her whisper his name tenderly, it was about being completely hers and knowing she was being completely his. She had changed his life. He had been transformed from a simple human doing now he was a human being. He used to fill his life doing all the right things for all the right reasons. But now, he'd discovered he wanted to be the best he could be at everything: his job, his relationships, his lovemaking. It was a subtle difference but he had her to thank for it.

His thoughts darkened. It had been six weeks since the stalker made any contact at all with either one of them. The Washington PD said the cameras still tested 'live' but there was no way to trace the signal. The PD were ready to give up and close the case. Sam wasn't. He wanted this moron caught so that they could get on with their lives. Sam knew Ainsley had stopped looking over her shoulder and wanted to believe Sonovabitch had just gone away. Sam couldn't help thinking it was ironic that, for once, she was being the idealistic one. She honestly wanted to believe Sonovabitch had faded into the woodwork when he saw how happy Sam's love had made her. But Sam didn't buy it. He knew Sonovabitch was out there. But where?

He was sorely tempted to let her stay the night but the police still wanted them to keep up the appearance that things were still light. It was the only thing keeping him from buying her a ring and setting a wedding date. They'd reached an understanding that a proposal and wedding were on the agenda as soon as this Sonovabitch was out of their lives. Even though he knew they had to get up he wanted to linger a while longer. It would be so wonderful waking up beside her tomorrow morning but he couldn't throw caution to the wind. But damn, it was tempting. He caressed her cheek tenderly and whispered, "I'll drive you home babe." Twenty minutes after they got in the car, neither was sure what hit them.

Part 6




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