amathela | Fic: Drink To Me, Babe, Then (The West Wing, Sam/Donna)

Title: Drink To Me, Babe, Then
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing(s): Sam/Donna
Word Count: 171
Rating: PG-13

Summary: This can't be what it looks like.

Notes: Written for

writing_game prompt "charm."

Josh was working. Josh was working, and she was emphatically not working, unless you counted the occasional anxious glance in the direction of his office to make sure he was still okay. Which, granted, is most of her job description half the time, but still -

Sam asked her out for a drink.

-

She wants to ask if he's practising for something, because he's being charming, a hand resting soft on her thigh as he sips his drink, no political debates or impromptu speech writing or half-forgotten sentences as he tries to explain why they're there.

He catches her eye, and sort of smiles, and -

This can't be what it looks like.

-

She isn't sure if she should ask him upstairs. If this were a date, it would be easy, but she really has no idea.

He leans forward, a hand on her waist -

- and they stumble in the dark, his jacket halfway off his shoulders. His mouth is hot on hers, and -

It was only supposed to be a drink.