Fic: Hot and Bothered 1/1 (West Wing)
Title: Hot and Bothered
Fandom: The West Wing
Character: Abigail Bartlet
Table: #5
Prompt: #33. Horny
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: She had once believed that passion dwindled the longer one was married; life with Jed has taught her otherwise.
Table O' Fic
Abbey's not quite sure who came up with 'barbecue' as the code for the First Couple's rendezvous. Probably it started as a joke, but now it seems as though that's the word they've always used.
These days, though, its appearance in Jed and Abbey's schedule is rare. Neither Jed nor Abbey are pleased at this turn of events, but either she's out of town or he's been called to the Situation Room, and before long both Bartlets are frustrated and grumpy.
As is the case today.
Abbey practically threatened Charlie with bodily harm if he didn't manage to free up some time for barbecuing on Jed's schedule. Charlie, long since immune to Abbey's threats, simply nodded and said he'd make a plan.
Thirty minutes later he sent her a message saying it was all arranged.
That was two hours ago, and there are another two before Abbey can barbecue with the President. Sitting in her office in the East Wing, she absently twirls a pen in her fingers and wonders if she can last two more hours.
She leans back in her chair; the pen falls to the floor but she leaves it there. This is pathetic, she thinks. She can't concentrate on the draft of the speech she's supposed to be giving tomorrow night; can't make a decision about what to get Gus for his birthday next week; can't think about anything except her husband. She had once believed that passion dwindled the longer one was married; life with Jed has taught her otherwise. If anything, their sex life is more incredible now than when they first got married.
When they actually manage to see each other, that is. Her smile fades slightly.
She checks the clock: one hour and forty-five minutes left.
Telling herself that staring at the clock isn't going to make time pass any quicker, Abbey picks up the pen and tries to focus. Halfway through the first page she realizes she has no idea what she's just read.
She's not even sure what function she'll be speaking at.
Abbey crosses the room to pour a glass of water. Jed's probably in a similar state right now. The thought makes her smile; she toys with the idea of showing up a few minutes late. She doubts she has the patience today, but it is fun to imagine Jed waiting for her.
It's also fun picturing the look on his face when he realizes she's not wearing any underwear, and to imagine his hands-
She takes a sip of water. There's no use getting herself worked up yet.
Back to the desk. Pick up the speech. Concentrate. She still has a meeting to get through before she can see Jed; she can't be this distracted for that.
Chocolate will help, she thinks. Or a stiff drink. Too bad she has neither stashed in her office.
Time check: one hour, thirty minutes.
Five years to go before she doesn't have to schedule barbecues any more. She can't wait.
Fandom: The West Wing
Character: Abigail Bartlet
Table: #5
Prompt: #33. Horny
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: She had once believed that passion dwindled the longer one was married; life with Jed has taught her otherwise.
Table O' Fic
Abbey's not quite sure who came up with 'barbecue' as the code for the First Couple's rendezvous. Probably it started as a joke, but now it seems as though that's the word they've always used.
These days, though, its appearance in Jed and Abbey's schedule is rare. Neither Jed nor Abbey are pleased at this turn of events, but either she's out of town or he's been called to the Situation Room, and before long both Bartlets are frustrated and grumpy.
As is the case today.
Abbey practically threatened Charlie with bodily harm if he didn't manage to free up some time for barbecuing on Jed's schedule. Charlie, long since immune to Abbey's threats, simply nodded and said he'd make a plan.
Thirty minutes later he sent her a message saying it was all arranged.
That was two hours ago, and there are another two before Abbey can barbecue with the President. Sitting in her office in the East Wing, she absently twirls a pen in her fingers and wonders if she can last two more hours.
She leans back in her chair; the pen falls to the floor but she leaves it there. This is pathetic, she thinks. She can't concentrate on the draft of the speech she's supposed to be giving tomorrow night; can't make a decision about what to get Gus for his birthday next week; can't think about anything except her husband. She had once believed that passion dwindled the longer one was married; life with Jed has taught her otherwise. If anything, their sex life is more incredible now than when they first got married.
When they actually manage to see each other, that is. Her smile fades slightly.
She checks the clock: one hour and forty-five minutes left.
Telling herself that staring at the clock isn't going to make time pass any quicker, Abbey picks up the pen and tries to focus. Halfway through the first page she realizes she has no idea what she's just read.
She's not even sure what function she'll be speaking at.
Abbey crosses the room to pour a glass of water. Jed's probably in a similar state right now. The thought makes her smile; she toys with the idea of showing up a few minutes late. She doubts she has the patience today, but it is fun to imagine Jed waiting for her.
It's also fun picturing the look on his face when he realizes she's not wearing any underwear, and to imagine his hands-
She takes a sip of water. There's no use getting herself worked up yet.
Back to the desk. Pick up the speech. Concentrate. She still has a meeting to get through before she can see Jed; she can't be this distracted for that.
Chocolate will help, she thinks. Or a stiff drink. Too bad she has neither stashed in her office.
Time check: one hour, thirty minutes.
Five years to go before she doesn't have to schedule barbecues any more. She can't wait.