A Spot of Travel Scrabble
Pairing: Will/Zoey
Spoilers:
Up to Constituency
of One to be on the safe side.
Word Count: 573
Notes: For Christine’s first lines challenge meme.
They were lying on his hotel bed, making out like teenagers. And while it wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying it – he most certainly was – there was still a section of Will’s brain that was devoted to listening for noises outside the door, sure that someone was going to come bursting in, wondering what the hell he was doing.
A little voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Elsie – and the fact that any part of his subconscious sounded like his sister when he was in a situation like this was, frankly, quite troubling to him – reminded him that it wasn’t as preposterous as it might sound, that there were, in fact, quite a number of people who would love to see (well, maybe not love, but have a certain interest in) what was going on here.
The Secret Service were, of course, top of the list, followed closely by the President, then the press.
And then Charlie.
It was the thought of his friend that made him pull his lips away from hers, but his hands wouldn’t be moved from the smooth skin of her hips. Resting his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes, his deep breath turning into a sigh as her fingers threaded through the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Will?” Her voice, when she spoke, was soft, hesitant. “What’s wrong?”
Slowly, he opened his eyes, discerning instantly that her face was as nervous as her voice. “Nothing,” he said, his hand cupping her chin. She nudged against it, like a kitten snuggling up for warmth, her eyes never leaving his, and she couldn’t miss the thrill of arousal that shot through his body. “And everything.” She didn’t blink at the qualifier, and he just about kept back a sigh. “Zoey… you know this is a bad idea, right?”
He expected her to get angry. He expected her to act hurt. He didn’t expect her to nod calmly, to say, “I know.” Just like he didn’t expect her to continue, “I know all the reasons why we shouldn’t do this… but I also know that I don’t want to stop.”
“Neither do I.” The words were out before he had time to think about them, and the next thing he knew, he was kissing her again, also without having to think about it.
If he had have had time to think though, he still would have come to the same conclusion. Whatever the problems inherent in pursuing a relationship with Zoey, and they were legion, a part of him had fallen for her the first time he’d spent any real time with her, when they were talking about her kidnapping so that he could write a statement for her. A friendship had begun, Zoey appreciating that Will was one of the few people in the West Wing who didn’t remember her in high school, who treated her as a grown up, Will admiring how she could still laugh, could make him laugh, despite everything she’d gone through.
They’d been friends for months, but nothing
had happened between them until today, in a hotel room in
All in all, Will decided, he knew what he’d
rather be doing.