Fic: Dessert (West Wing)
Title: Dessert
Fandom: The West Wing
Character: Abigail Bartlet, Jed Bartlet, ensemble
Table: #5
Prompt: #21. Lick
Word Count: 500
Rating: R, for friskiness
Summary: "We were actually having an important discussion in here, until you came along with your ice cream porn."
Table O' Fic
She's worried about her husband. He's doing a great job of fooling the campaign staff into believing he's confident and ready, but Abbey has known him far too long. She knows Jed's scared, and knows it has nothing to do with whether or not he can win election.
It's the MS.
If Jed wins - and he will win, Abbey's sure of it - he'll be a great president. He's scared that the MS will progress once he's in office. Abbey hasn't told him she's scared of that too.
But Jed doesn't need her fear; he needs her strength. He needs her to reassure him that running for president is the right thing to do, that everything will be okay.
And sometimes he needs her to take his mind off the campaign.
She enters the hotel room eating an ice cream cone. Josh, Leo and Jed are involved in a spirited debate; Toby and Sam are passing a notepad back and forth; CJ is on the phone. Abbey sits cross-legged on the bed. Jed glances up at her and she can tell he's suddenly lost all interest in whatever Josh and Leo are saying.
Abbey arches an eyebrow and takes another slow lick of the ice cream.
Jed's gaze is fixed on her mouth. She smiles. He shakes his head.
"What do you think, Governor?"
"Uh, yeah. We'll go with Leo's suggestion."
"Leo didn't say anything-" Josh's brow creases in confusion while the beginnings of an amused smile appears on Leo's face; he has been a frequent witness to Jed and Abbey's flirtation games.
"Why don't we break for lunch?" Leo says, and leads the staff out the room.
Jed leans back in the armchair and watches as Abbey continues to lick the ice cream.
"You know, I'm not sure it's entirely legal what you're doing to that ice cream cone."
"Jealous?" Abbey swirls her tongue over the top of the ice cream.
"We were actually having an important discussion in here, until you came along with your ice cream porn."
"Really." Another lick. "What were you talking about?"
Jed's still staring at her mouth. "Umm, tax cuts, possibly."
"You want me to go? I can send Josh and Leo back in."
"That wasn't Sam I was talking to?"
Abbey shakes her head. "Sam's the handsome one who writes with Toby."
"You're checking out my staff? Do I need to fire Sam?"
She smiles. "You're the only one getting any ice cream porn."
Jed laughs as he crosses to the bed. "Gonna share?"
"The ice cream?" She scoots away. "No."
"Not the ice cream."
"Well, I suppose I could be persuaded to share other things."
Jed begins to unbutton his shirt.
"How are you feeling?"
"See for yourself."
She can't help but smile. "That's not what I meant, Jethro."
"I feel fine, Abbey. Really."
She holds his gaze for a moment. "Okay."
"Okay."
"My ice cream's finished."
"So I see."
Her smile widens. "Get over here. I'll, ahh, take your temperature."
Fandom: The West Wing
Character: Abigail Bartlet, Jed Bartlet, ensemble
Table: #5
Prompt: #21. Lick
Word Count: 500
Rating: R, for friskiness
Summary: "We were actually having an important discussion in here, until you came along with your ice cream porn."
Table O' Fic
She's worried about her husband. He's doing a great job of fooling the campaign staff into believing he's confident and ready, but Abbey has known him far too long. She knows Jed's scared, and knows it has nothing to do with whether or not he can win election.
It's the MS.
If Jed wins - and he will win, Abbey's sure of it - he'll be a great president. He's scared that the MS will progress once he's in office. Abbey hasn't told him she's scared of that too.
But Jed doesn't need her fear; he needs her strength. He needs her to reassure him that running for president is the right thing to do, that everything will be okay.
And sometimes he needs her to take his mind off the campaign.
She enters the hotel room eating an ice cream cone. Josh, Leo and Jed are involved in a spirited debate; Toby and Sam are passing a notepad back and forth; CJ is on the phone. Abbey sits cross-legged on the bed. Jed glances up at her and she can tell he's suddenly lost all interest in whatever Josh and Leo are saying.
Abbey arches an eyebrow and takes another slow lick of the ice cream.
Jed's gaze is fixed on her mouth. She smiles. He shakes his head.
"What do you think, Governor?"
"Uh, yeah. We'll go with Leo's suggestion."
"Leo didn't say anything-" Josh's brow creases in confusion while the beginnings of an amused smile appears on Leo's face; he has been a frequent witness to Jed and Abbey's flirtation games.
"Why don't we break for lunch?" Leo says, and leads the staff out the room.
Jed leans back in the armchair and watches as Abbey continues to lick the ice cream.
"You know, I'm not sure it's entirely legal what you're doing to that ice cream cone."
"Jealous?" Abbey swirls her tongue over the top of the ice cream.
"We were actually having an important discussion in here, until you came along with your ice cream porn."
"Really." Another lick. "What were you talking about?"
Jed's still staring at her mouth. "Umm, tax cuts, possibly."
"You want me to go? I can send Josh and Leo back in."
"That wasn't Sam I was talking to?"
Abbey shakes her head. "Sam's the handsome one who writes with Toby."
"You're checking out my staff? Do I need to fire Sam?"
She smiles. "You're the only one getting any ice cream porn."
Jed laughs as he crosses to the bed. "Gonna share?"
"The ice cream?" She scoots away. "No."
"Not the ice cream."
"Well, I suppose I could be persuaded to share other things."
Jed begins to unbutton his shirt.
"How are you feeling?"
"See for yourself."
She can't help but smile. "That's not what I meant, Jethro."
"I feel fine, Abbey. Really."
She holds his gaze for a moment. "Okay."
"Okay."
"My ice cream's finished."
"So I see."
Her smile widens. "Get over here. I'll, ahh, take your temperature."