Bringing Up Baby in the Old Fashioned Way
April K
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Thursday morning, 6:15 a.m. Mallory O'Brian's Apartment. Second Floor Bedroom.
The alarm went off and woke Sam Seaborn. Sam had a bewildered look in his
eyes until he shifted his arm to the left and felt Mallory's warm soft lips
against his throat. He then smiled coyly as he *remembered*.
"Hey sleepy head, good morning." He gave her a dazzling smile and then
brushed her hair softly from her face.
"It is a good morning." She pressed her lips against his ever so gently, and
watched his eyes sparkle with passion and surprise. They kissed for what
seemed like an eternity, but in reality had only been a mere three minutes.
"I could very easily get used to this, waking up with you..."
Mallory teasingly bit his earlobe as he contentedly caressed her shoulder and
her arms and then surrendered to her mouth once again. The passion, as hot as
it was last night, elicited a contented purr from Sam. Mallory then pulled
away from Sam a little too quickly.
"Sam, I think we'd better... "
"Mmmmmm, let's just keep doing this and more."
"Sam, I'd love to but, this is only Thursday."
"Th-Thursday? You Sure? What time is it?"
"It's six-fifteen."
"Mallory, why didn't you tell me what time it was?" He pulled away from her
abruptly. Because their legs were tangled up in the sheets, Sam almost dumped
Mallory on the floor in the process. When Mallory caught herself and snapped
back at Sam, her voice reflected a tinge of anger.
"You can read a clock, can't you?"
"I've got a seven-fifteen appointment, then senior staff at eight. Oh, God."
He shook his head and snapped back.
"What?" She tried to keep the anger resonating from her voice as she watched
as a mixture of pure panic and sheer terror radiated over Sam's face.
"Your dad. Mal, I totally forgot. I can't go to the briefing. There's just no
way."
"Sam, Why?"
"Not after last night."
"He's just my dad."
"He's just my boss. No, I need to be anywhere but there. Not this morning. No
way."
"Sam, I know that my dad can be a little intimidating, but he is
professional, reasonable and fair, and he did calm down somewhat last night."
"After he wanted to arrest me on charges of rape, sexual assault and battery.
Sure, he's fair and reasonable, just not where I'm concerned."
"Sam, I think he took it really well after..."
"After you threatened him with that temper of yours. Mallory, I can't go in
there and sit there with Leo" he paused and then added "and the, the
President."
"Sam, they won't kill you. They won't even laugh at you. Well, maybe scratch
that last thought."
"Hell, for all I know everyone in the West Wing knows about last night. You
did call Abbey, remember?"
"You don't have to get so self righteous." She walked away from him her
shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Mal, I'm sorry. Don't mind me." She turned back toward him as she heard the
heartache expressed in the apology.
"Sam, talk to me. Why are you freaking out on me here?" Her voice softened.
"I have to work there Mallory. You can come and go as you please." He paused.
"I'm going home and getting my clothes and leaving the country. I'll never
live this down."
"Sam, stop being a damned drama queen." She glared at him with impatience but
toned it down when she saw the depth of his vulnerability in his eyes.
"Wha....What?"
"Sam, calm down."
"I am calm."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"Sam, you are not calm." Her voice rose again with exasperation.
"Mal, I'm as calm as I'm going to get this morning."
"Sam, let me go get you a cappuccino. It'll give you enough caffeine to get
you through the briefing. Maybe two of them?"
"Very funny. No, that's fine. I'll just grab something off someone's desk at
work."
"Sam..."
"Mal, let me stay with you here, today?" He looked at her with those
expressive soulful eyes that said please-hold-me-and-and-don't-let-me-go. She
wanted to soothe all his pain, fear and insecurities away like one of her
students, but in a very un-teacher like way. She had to strongly fight the
urge to take him in her arms and possibly end up in bed again.
"Sorry, I've got school at seven." She shook her head sadly as he glanced
away embarrassed.
"Why did we do this last night? Why couldn't we wait for the weekend?"
"You wanted to throw caution to the wind last night, and if I remember
correctly, it was great." He smiled back at her pensively as his eyes
glistened with tears.
"Yes, you were great and that outfit...then your dad." He responded quietly.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I told you last night. I'll apologize again if I have to. I
forgot to tell you he'd probably show up. He always does on Wednesday nights.
He takes care of Rob for me during the week and he comes over to let me know
how he's been."
"Wait a minute, who's Rob?" He quizzically arched his eyebrows at her.
"Sam, you know Rob."
"No I don't. Is he related to the hockey player?"
"Sam, don't tell me you're jealous of Rob?"
"Uh?"
"He's my black cocker spaniel puppy. He's named after Rob Lowe? You've never
seen him?"
"Okay. Maybe I missed something here. Why's he named after that Rob guy?"
"You wouldn't understand. He's a movie star who happens to be my favorite
Saturday night date. I adore his movies. And he is so *hot*."
"Mallory, what is it about hockey players and actors?"
"Sam, I'm just kidding. Chill out, will you? I've only dated a couple of guys
seriously actually only one besides you. You make me feel special. I get all
tingly inside when you touch me. Please forgive me?"
"Yeah."
"Sam?"
"I sorta feel that way too."
"You do?"
"Yeah. I accept your apology. I guess your dad will always see me in his PJ's
from now on. Could be worse." Sam's shoulders shook as he laughed. "We could
have been totally in the buff." Sam grinned from ear to ear as his eyes
shined like sapphires.
"Yeah, besides that, I made an almost as good impression as you did. You had
more clothes on than I did. Remember? I could have given him a heart attack
and then we would have been up a creek. I have never seen him so exasperated
in all my life. Well, maybe at mom." She laughed nervously.
"Please don't mention your mom in the same breath. Oh God, I've got to leave
town. I wonder if my passport is still good?"
"Sam, Dad's face was just so funny."
"I saw his face. Funny it wasn't And then you just had to walk down the
stairs dressed in that black lace, thing and utter so sexily and sweetly,
"Sam, let's just forget the snack and go right for the dessert?" and then you
screamed. "DAD!" some impression. The girl of my dreams dressed in the outfit
of my dreams and your dad shows up. Takes all the fun out of it. Especially
*your dad*. Made me look even worse and I just had his pajamas on. By the
way, the next time you throw me a pair of men's pajamas, please tell me whose
they belong to so I can skip them?"
"Who said there was going to be a next time, Sam? Besides, you would have
been nude without them. Or you could have worn my frilly red lace housecoat?
Think what an impression that would have made?" She couldn't keep the
laughter out of her voice and he glanced at her sharply with his bruised ego
showing all over his face causing her to quickly quiet her mirth.
"Mal?"
"Sam, no whining."
"I just wanted to turn around and get out of there, but your dad was blocking
the damn doorway."
"Sam, he was just as upset as you. I just don't think the shock ever did
register. I'm really sorry."
"There were probably reporters lurking out in the bushes and I just know our
pictures will show up on the front page of the Post today. I have a good
track record with pictures, you know. I might as well write my resignation
out now."
"Sam, just calm down a minute."
"I am calm, remember? I'm calling in sick today. I probably should call CJ
and tell her about possible pictures that might show up somewhere today.
She'll kill me too. Oh, I'm sick."
"Sam, you are not sick, just panicked and paranoid."
"Like hell, I'm sick."
"Sam, I'm calling Toby and telling him you won't be at the seven-fifteen
meeting, but that you will be there for senior staff."
"Oh No. No. No!"
"Now what?" Her patience stretched to the limit is reflected in her tone.
"I have to turn that speech on Social Security over to Toby this morning.
I've got to go. It's at home on my coffee table. What time is it?"
"Six-forty."
"Where're my keys?"
"Sam. First, I think you'd better change out of the pajamas. Last night was
one thing. Today and the White House are something else"
"Yeah, I guess that would be a good idea." He grinned at her slyly before he
ran up the stairs two at a time.
******
Mallory listened curiously for sounds of Sam upstairs when she heard a loud
crash and then a loud shouted curse from Sam. She couldn't hide the evil grin
that started from the corners of her mouth. Sam limped down the stairs.
Mallory met him at the bottom. She kissed him hard on the mouth. He grabbed
the railing for support with his left hand as his body melted into hers, his
right hand grabbed hers for support. She reluctantly pulled away from him but
not letting go of his hand, their fingers interlaced each others.
"Sam, call me after your briefing."
"Can't I stay with you? I'll go around to all your classes and you can show
and tell me."
"I'd like to but, it will be okay Sam. Besides, just remember last night part
two. Just remember that."
She again kissed him on the lips and it's Sam who pulled away quickly this
time.
"How can I forget that?" He answered in a sexy husky voice.
"Sam, you've got to go or you'll be late. Be careful and watch where you're
going?"
"I will."
"Sam"
"Uhm?"
"Love you."
"Love you, too."
"Be careful."
"I will."
"I'll call you."
"Kay. You have my cell number?"
"Yeah, and your pager number."
"Yeah."
"Sam, get out of here, before I ravage you again."
"Is that a promise?"
"You'll have to wait for later to find out."
"Damn timing."
"Bye, Sam."
"Bye, Mal.
He blew her a kiss as he jogged to his car. He opened the door, glanced back
and smiled at Mallory, then got behind the wheel. Sam distractedly started
the car and pulled out into traffic without glancing back, much to the
chagrin of the driver behind him. Sam came to a complete stop which angered
the driver even more. The driver gunned his engine loudly on his way past Sam
up the street.
Mallory watched with her hand on her mouth and her heart in her throat, until
Sam pulled safely back out into traffic and then disappeared down the street.
She then smiled and walked back into her apartment walking a little lighter.
She went upstairs and saw the clothes all over the place. She picked up the
pajamas Sam had been wearing, and underneath she found Sam's cell phone and
pager. She picked them up, shook her head in amazement and fell back on the
bed laughing so hard that the whole bed vibrated.
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