[For Alan] ... the night of and the morning after

[playingtheenemy]

Alan poked his head into the room, looked both ways. "It'll do."

Stepping back, he smiled expansively. "After you."Ainsley gave him a curt nod of her head, making her way into her room which was familiar territory by now and she set the bottle down on the floor as she slid off the gold and purple bracelets from the box downstairs. "Now that you've

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[alanshore]

"I'm never the right choice." Alan stepped--just barely--into the room. It looked like every other room in the compound, leaving him little reason to inspect the walls and the furnishings.

He walked to the bed, tensed his hand against the mattress experimentally. "Therein lies my appeal."

[playingtheenemy]

Ainsley gave him a warm smile and a laugh to accompany that. "You're the conveniently right choice," she corrected him. "And therein lies my desire."

She just smiled at him as she leaned in to kiss him properly, pressing a hand to his chest to push him down to the bed.

And to have her way with him.

[If you'd like to FTB and play morning after, I'd love that to bits. Chase's smut has killed me.]

[alanshore]

There was sprawling, as promised.

Alan woke to the warmth of a body beside him--not unusual, save for the fact that that body wasn't producing snores loud enough to rattle window panes. His mouth was dry, contained some awful lingering aftertaste of scotch that he couldn't bring himself to dislike. The world was blurred at the edges.

...for a few seconds, anyway. Then the world resolved itself into Ainsley Hayes and himself, sharing a bed.

"Hmmm," he said softly, and shifted, by gradual, careful increments, onto his side.

[playingtheenemy]

Ainsley was barely awake and the level of alertness she was capable of was startingly limited, so she merely stretched bit by bit, really angling for something to eat. Something like a mango, maybe. Her brain slowly caught up to her stomach when she remembered she wasn't alone and couldn't just pop out.

The island made it a little awkward for the morning after. "Morning," she murmured, trying desperately (while trying not to look desperate) to make herself presentable again.

[alanshore]

"Morning," Alan replied, propping his head on the heel of his hand and observing her efforts with some bemusement.

"Thank goodness your fictional roommate elected to spend the night elsewhere."

[playingtheenemy]

Ainsley turned, enough to just look at him and abandon her hair (far too long now). "My fictional roommate who may or may not be underaged," she corrected him, voice still thick from grogginess. "Besides. We could have taught her grown-up things," she smirked. "Depraved, terrible grown-up things."

[alanshore]

"What an unrepublican thing to say," he said, the same grogginess in her voice evident in his smile. Alan stole another glance at Ainsley before flopping onto his back. "I of course mean that as a compliment."

[playingtheenemy]

"You must have infected me with your dirty Democratic ways," she protested, shifting a little in the too-small bed. "I knew I'd catch something if I slept with one," she mocked-chastised herself.

[alanshore]

"Was I your first, then." With a satisfied smile, Alan closed his eyes and indulged the appealing notion that they were elsewhere--Boston, maybe, or D.C. Somewhere with cars streaming down the streets, somewhere with a business week to set the rhythm of day-to-day existence.

He opened his eyes. "Check with the clinic. Perhaps they've developed a shot."

[playingtheenemy]

"No, actually," Ainsley admitted, turning to look at him. "I slept with two Democrats in college. I may have been under the influence of alcohol and there may have been a lack of worthy candidates around."

[alanshore]

Alan laughed; the bed was small enough that she likely felt some reverberation of it. "When I was in college and under the influence of alcohol"--he lifted a hand to touch her hair--"sometimes things got so out of hand that I didn't even inquire as to the other person's political affiliation before sleeping with them."

[playingtheenemy]

Ainsley shifted mildly to turn into the touch and to face him, accepting that the terms of this allowed for morning-after touching and conversing. "You slut," she accused happily, leaning in to kiss him on the lips, even, fully transferring all Democrat germs onto her own lips.

[alanshore]

If asked, Alan would have said that was the key difference between Republicans and Democrats--Democrats were willing to cuddle after they'd screwed you.

"Mmm," he agreed. "Unrepentant."

[playingtheenemy]

Ainsley settled, shifting a little to brush her hair out of her face and keep everything at least a little in order. She narrowed her eyes, as if to study him, wondering who this man really was and wondering how much she actually cared. "Unrepentant is just another word for obstinately successful," she informed him.

[alanshore]

"Obscenely," Alan corrected. "In this instance, I'd say I've been obscenely successful."

He briefly met her eyes before allowing his gaze to drift to her bare shoulder, her clavicle.

[playingtheenemy]

Ainsley just lay there, used to being under scrutiny. This type just involved a lot less clothing. "So were you sullied by my Republican ways in bed?"