Author: Regency
Title: Early Morning
Fandom: The American President
Summary: Mornings are either wonderful or a bitch.
Disclaimer: It's Sorkin's, baby!
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She pushes herself out of bed, slowly. Very slowly. She can't remember a time
when she's hurt this much the morning after. From the insides of her thighs to her middle back. It all aches.
She doesn't have to see herself in the mirror to know she looks a mess, but despite
the pain, she feels good. Elated. Satisfied. Thrilled.
She groans with each step and covers her mouth so as not to wake the man slumbering
in her bed. She'll never get tired of waking up next to him. Especially after a night like last night. She stretches and tries
in vain to touch the ceiling. She’s always felt too short. Her body creaks with weariness and she shakes off the sleep
that had draped itself from her shoulders. Morning had come.
She feels the cold begin to seep into her bones and rubs her shoulder to ward
it off. She picks up his shirt and drapes it over her shoulders before settling at the end of the bed to watch him sleep for
a little while longer. He’ll have to get up soon. The world needs him, but for now, for this moment, he belongs to her
and she has no plans on selling herself short.
She creeps quietly to the head of the bed and rests her head beside his. She lays
her hand on his chest and the beat of his heart filters through her fingers and to her ears. His breathing starts to deepen
and she can feel him lackadaisically starting to reach for consciousness where she waits.
He sighs and licks his lips. He’s almost out of the haze. His eyes crack
open and look back and forth for her. He finally finds her and a little smile finds his lips.
“ Good morning.” She only nods and kisses him. She laughs because
they both have morning breath and that has to be the most disgusting kiss they’ve ever shared, but it felt just as good
as any other. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her again. Morning breath or no, she still has lips that make his world
go ‘round. She thinks the same thing about him.
He’s warm, she thinks. Not warm like living, but warm like him. His skin
chases away the cold of the morning and his mouth does whatever the rest doesn’t. He pulls her back under the covers
and they spend the next few minutes getting to know each other better. Soon, there’s a knock and a silence. He has to
go. Another knock and another silence. She has to go, too.
She’d go back with Esther in the station wagon. She gives him a look. She
has to leave for home now, but she’ll be back and he knows she will be. She rolls out of the bed and out of his arms.
She picks up her clothes, scattered around the room and goes to take a shower. She knows that he already misses her. She misses
him too.
Her hair is still damp as she steps out of the bathroom and somehow he’s
already dressed and ready for his day. He looks regal, she feels a mess. She doesn’t want to kiss him and ruffle up
his good suit. She just adjusts his tie and sweeps a piece of lint that doesn’t exist off of his lapel.
“Looking good, Andy” she whispers.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Syd.” She smiles up at him
and lets him hold her for a second. She pushes him away towards the door.
“Go start your day. You have a policy meeting in five minutes.” She
amazes him.
“Come to dinner with me tonight.”
“Yeah.” He slips out of the door and she can hear his agents and staff
as they troop out of the Residence.
He makes her laugh and she loves him. She takes a step to leave, but flinches
before she gets too far. But damn, does he have to be so enthusiastic about it?
