Spoilers: Not really anything that I can think of. NOT part of our Namesakes Series.
Disclaimer: Not ours, except for a few minor characters. It all belongs to Sorkin and NBC and for this we hate them.
Notes: This is a little rambling from our time at the shore. Zillah and I were sitting in bizarre positions, trying not to let our sunburns touch anything and tossing notebooks back and forth as we explored the ways sunburnt people could have sex.

[Archivist's Note: There is a Josh/Donna companion piece to this story: Down the Shore: Saltwater.]

Ainsley had spent the drive down telling him stories of her family's shore house and how she had spent every summer there as a child. She'd insisted on driving, which he suspected might be a power thing. That or she needed something to do with herself on long drives. Six hours in a car was tough on anyone, with someone with Ainsleyıs nervous energy it was damn near unbearable.

Sam and Ainsley had taken Friday off, leaving work at noon on Thursday to get as long a weekend as possible. The president was on vacation and everyone had made plans. Except for Josh. Which was kinda the point of all this anyway.

They didn't make it to the house until after seven. Ainsley had to stop three times for food. He was really starting to worry about the possibility of a tape worm. In the ten weeks they'd been dating he'd seen her eat meals that would have filled a lumberjack. And she'd actually lost a pound or two. It was very disconcerting to have your petite blonde girlfriend eat more then you.

Finally she pulled into a driveway and hit a button to open one of the garage doors. Sam stared at the house as she drove in.

"Nice place. Gorgeous place, actually. This is bigger than my friends' house in the Hamptons."

"And you won't need a sweater." She turned the car off. "Sleeps twenty-two." She climbed out and pulled the trunk open to get her suitcase. "I hope Donna finds it okay."

"This is Donna we're talking about." He took out both suitcases, and she lead him down the hall. He didn't realize where they were going until she hit what he thought was a light switch and a set of doors opened. "Is that. . .you have an elevator?"

"Yes. It came in handy when Granddad came to visit." She stepped inside and hit the button for the third floor. "Our bedroom's up there, we can drop our things off, then come back to put the food in the fridge."

He dropped the suitcases where she told him, and then walked into the livingroom, peering through the big arches of glass at the ocean beyond. A wooden walkway led to a quaint gazebo perched on the dunes, and then extended out to the beach. "Wow. That's some view."

She came up behind him, looking out. "It's really impressive during thunderstorms. I used to sit on the porch for hours and watch the lightning flash."

"You sat out in the rain?"

"The second floor desk is covered."

"This place is amazing."

She grinned at him. "I love it." She tugged his arm. "Let's get the food."

He pulled her in for a kiss. "I have better ideas."

"There's a Jacuzzi in the bathroom," she informed him.

"Well, now. . ."

"Come, I'll show you," she tugged his arm. Sam had discovered the only thing Ainsley liked better the food was sex.

He grinned. "That was easy."

She was dragging him along the hallway, back to their room. "You know how to distract me."

"Hey Ainsley?"

"Yes?" she asked, leading him past the king sized bed and into the bathroom which did, indeed, have a Jacuzzi.

"This is usually your parents room, isn't it?"

"Yes." She bent to turn on the water.

"And you're okay having sex in that bed?"

"I'll put new sheets on." She was unbuttoning his shirt. "It's not like it's the bed I was conceived in."

"Just checking."

She pushed his shirt off and tossed it out the door, then pulled his undershirt up. "Do you have a problem?"

"Nope."

"Well, it's all settled then." She undid his belt and whipped it out of the loops in one flick of her wrist. He was just watching her, enjoying being undressed. She glanced over her shoulder to check the water, then reached over to flick the heater on, seeing it was deep enough to do so. Then she turned back to him and unbuttoned his fly, easing the zipper down. He dipped his head just then, and kissed her. She kissed him back, responsive as always. She pushed his pants off his hips, letting them puddle at his feet. Her hand cupped his growing erection the same moment she deepened the kiss.

Ainsley had changed before leaving the White House, not wanting to spend the drive in pantyhose. She had a taste for sundresses that were held on with ties that he really admired. He could untie the little string at the nape of her neck without breaking the kiss. She stepped back a little so it flapped down, revealing an excellent pair of breasts. She pressed close again so that they brushed against his chest hair, making her nipples tighten. His arms came around her, palms flattening over the smooth skin of her back. He rubbed his fingertips gently down her spine.

She sighed softly, leaning into him. He'd long ago discovered she was a sucker for back rubs. She was constantly in knots. She sucked on his lower lip, arching.

He reached the small zipper at her waist and then pushed the dress off her hips. And discovered she'd forgone underwear. She lifted her head a little to grin at him. "If only you'd reached over in the car."

"I'll have to remember on the way home."

"You will. I drive better happy." She leaned over and shut the water off, then started the jets. "The Jacuzzi's ready."

He kicked his pants away from his ankles and pushed his boxers down, watching her climb in gracefully. She sank into the bubbled and sighed deeply, eyes closing. She tipped her head back to watch him through her lashes.

"May I come in?"

"You may, kind sir." She held out a hand, water dripping from her fingertips. He took it, bending to kiss her knuckles and he sunk into the water. She smiled, tangling their legs together. She pulled his hand close and took one of his fingers in her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucked it. She could hear his groan.

She lavished great attention on all his digits before kissing his palm and working her way up his arm. He stayed still until she reached his bicep, then tugged on her, sending her tumbling into his lap. She giggled softly, kissing his chest, teeth scraping against his skin. She looked up at him through her lashes in a way he found oh, so sexy. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hard.

Ainsley's arms wrapped around him and she leaned on him. Her fingers found him beneath the water and stroked, letting the water caress him as well. He fisted her hair in one hand, letting the other slid down her body and between her legs. She opened for him easily, eagerly, like she always did. She was amazingly responsive and intuitive. She would let him do anything to her and do exactly what he wanted to him.

He stroked one finger across her, over and over. He was finally getting to know all her spots, and exactly what kind of touch would make her shudder, and what would make her scream.

Her hand stopped its motion as he distracted her and she melted against him, body moving slightly with his rhythm. He could feel her breath on his chest, coming in short little gasps. Her fingers found his wrist and lay there. She liked to feel the tendons and muscles move when he touched her. "You want to get out of the tub?" he whispered.

She nodded, shifting away from him. She smiled shyly. "I don't know if I can stand right now."

"We'll manage." He lifted her by the waist, setting her on the ledge of tile surrounding the tub. He dipped his head and kissed the inside of one of her thighs.

Her eyelids fluttered. "Sam." The word was soft, throaty.

"Mmm?" he kissed the other thigh.

"I like it when you do that," she told him. "You do it very well."

"You do everything well." He mouth moved slowly higher, and he pushed her legs further apart with his hands. She gripped the edge of the tub with both hands, head tipping back, wet hair swinging behind her. Sam reached behind her, supporting her back with one hand as he kissed her center. She moaned and he felt muscles ripple in her back as she shifted closer to him. One hand released the tub and buried itself in his hair, holding him to her. He brushed the tip of his tongue over her clit, gently easing one finger inside her.

"Mmm. Yeah, I like that a lot." Ainsley had this minor dirty talk streak he'd initially found very amusing. Now he couldn't imagine sex without that accent telling him all the sensations he was causing.

"Mmmm."

"Feels like you're. . . eating me alive." She got dirtier the closer she was to coming. Like and answer, he grazed his teeth over her. She moaned and he had to catch her from toppling backwards. She tightened a little on his finger and began to shake, right at the edge. He slid in a second finger, and then a third.

That was it. She said his name on a cry, jerking hard as she came. Her body clamped around him tightly, shaking. Her fingers dug into his scalp.

He lifted his head, finally, when her grip loosened, and smiled. She smiled back and kissed him swiftly. She loved tasting herself of him. Then she pressed her lips to his ear. "I want you inside me," she whispered. "On top of me. I want to come around you, with you."

Not that she had to be having an orgasm to talk dirty.

He stood up, climbing out of the tub and pulling her with him. They stumbled into the bedroom and fell down on the covers dripping water everywhere. He rolled her beneath him. She wrapped her legs around him, fingers on his hips. She kissed him hard, arching beneath him in a silent plea. He thrust into her in one swift motion. She gasped and her body closed around him immediately, well used to holding him. She smiled and kissed him, arching into him. "Yes," she whispered. He cupped her hips in his hands, holding her still against him while he moved.

Ainsley watched him, every expression and emotion that crossed his face. She loved watching him make love to her. He did it the way he did everything else, with all his heart and soul. It made her feel like the only woman in the world. The only woman he had ever done this with. She stroked his cheek with her knuckles, something tender in her eyes. He slowed down, watching her, holding her gaze. She smiled, cupping his face in both hands now. Her body tightened and ached. Everything was slow. He stroked the right spot and she bit her lip and nodded to him so he'd keep that pressure, that angle. He kissed her, so slowly, so gently.

"Sam." It was a moan. She tried to move, but he held her still. He saw her eyes begin to darken. She twisted a little. "I don't want it to end," she murmured and he didn't think she knew she was talking.

"It doesn't have to," he whispered.

She writhed, gripping his arms. "Don't stop."

"No." He drove a little harder into her. Her eyes closed and her head tipped back, whole being focused on him now. She started to shake, almost imperceptibly. Then he felt the spasms around him. Then she was going wild. Her nails raked his back and she let out a scream, absolutely lost. "Oh, God," he gasped, pushing deep into as he came with her.

Ainsley lay still beneath him, breathing hard. She became aware of something sticky on her fingers and opened her eyes to peer at them. She made a noise. "Uh, Sam?"

"Mmmm?"

"I drew blood."

He shrugged. "Don't feel anything."

She smiled. "Probably will in the ocean tomorrow."

He blinked. "Yeah."

She closed her eyes as he rolled off her, settling into his arms. "Don't worry, if they hurt I'll kiss them and make them better."

*****

"Sam, for the last time, I don't need sunscreen. My skin tans very easily. This may be the only time I get down here all summer and I want some color to remember the trip by." She shoved a book in her beach bag and slung it over her shoulder. "So stop fussing."

"But your skin is white."

"Because I've been in that little underground cell all summer. If I had any exposure to the sun I'd be tan. I want to be tan. I need to be tan."

"You promise you won't burn?"

"Cross my heart." She sauntered down the steps of the porch, the little bows holding up her suit bottom bouncing.

"And can I say again how wonderful that suit is?"

She tossed him a grin. "I'm glad you approve."

He touched her back. "I could just sort of pull one of these strings. . ."

"You could." She danced out of his reach. "If I let you."

He chased her, catching her around the waist. He buried his face in her hair. "Thank you for this."

She relaxed against him. "What this?"

"Bringing me here. Being here with me."

She smiled. "Oh. I like that." She kissed him gently. "I like having you here."

"Oh, and thank you for allowing Josh to come down here. Donna is currently commencing the kidnapping."

"He's more then welcome. I am glad we get a day all to ourselves, though."

"Me too." They walked the long planked path through the dunes. "So, are you one of those women who doesn't swim, just lays on a towel?"

"Oh no. I love to swim."

"Good."

She grinned at him. "I take it you like to play in the surf?"

"Especially with someone as adorable as you to play with." They found a spot on the ground and settled down their things. Ainsley weighed her towel down with her deck shoes and jogged out to the water. She waded into her waist then waved at him. "It's warm." She took a few more steps then jumped into the next wave that came up.

He followed slowly, a bit surprised at how warm and gentle the ocean was. She appeared at his side and grabbed his arm, tugging. "Come on, it's nice. Not even any seaweed."

"Is there usually seaweed?"

"Sometimes we have bad seaweed years and it tangles up in your legs." She backstroked away from him. "Very disconcerting."

"That's. . .terrifying."

She chuckled. "It's not so bad. The warmth of the water makes up for it." She splashed him playfully.

He tried to kick some water at her, but it ended up being an enormous splash. She shrieked and dove at him, tackling him under the water. He crashed into the water, and his back was on fire. "Shit!"

She popped up, one hand over her mouth. "Oh, Sam. I'm sorry."

He stood. "Ow."

She made a sympathetic noise and kissed his shoulder. "Poor Sam."

He tipped her face up and kissed her tenderly. They kissed a few minutes, standing waist deep in the ocean. Finally Ainsley broke away. "You want to go back to the towels?"

"Yeah."

They trudged back to the towels and stretched out. They spent the best part of the day laying there, talking and reading. When they finally came in, almost at sunset, Ainsley's skin had a distinct red tinge to it.

"You're burned!"

She looked at her arm in surprise. "So I am."

"You promised!"

"I lied."

"Ainsley!"

"It's fine, Sam. I'll be tan by tomorrow. My skin heals very quickly. And I brought aloe, it's in my bag."

He made a face as he opened the fridge.

"Worry wort." She pulled a pair of shorts on and lay down on the couch. She refused to move the rest of the night, he brought dinner to her, and was still there when Josh and Donna finally arrived a little after nine. Still grumpy and antisocial, Josh went downstairs to hide in his room, and Donna sat in the living room with them. "I take it today was a good beach day?"

Ainsley grinned. "I certainly enjoyed it. I think Sam's raring up to spout skin cancer facts at me."

"He's just worried, you know."

"I know." She beamed at him.

He went and took her bottle of aloe out of the fridge. "Let me put this on you before it gets worse."

"Okay." She got up. "I'll go lie on the bed. I think I'm going to pass out soon. I'll see you in the morning, Donna."

"Night."

"I'll be back out in a few," Sam said.

They went up to their room and Ainsley undressed gingerly, the burn looking even redder in comparison to her pale skin. She lay down on the bed with a groan and looked at him helplessly. "I do this every year. You'd think I'd learn."

"I almost don't feel sorry for you."

"How cruel of you."

"Now I have to put this goop on you."

"You could think of it as a sensual massage."

"With green stuff that stinks like medicine?"

"Or you could look on the dark side." She stuck a hand out. "Fine, I'll do it myself."

"No, no, I said I would."

"Well, I wouldn't want you to have to smell mediciny."

"Ainsley." He sat on the edge of the bed and poured some onto her back. She sighed and he could see her muscles twitch under the cold. She snuggled on the bed. He rubbed the aloe gently into her skin in small circles.

"Mmm. That feels good."

"Good." He stroked it down her back, trying to get all the red skin. She sighed and moved beneath his hands, squirming and wiggling just like. . . well just like she did before orgasm. "Ainsley?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you. . .getting off on this?"

She cracked one eye open. "It is a little. . . arousing," she admitted in a husky whisper.

He poured more into his hands and spread it gently over her hips and the tops of her thighs. She sighed and her eyes fluttered shut again. It really did feel good. The cold gel on her hot skin and his firm hands touching everywhere. She made a mental note to try this at home with some massage oil or something. He worked his way down her legs. "Roll over, I'll get your front."

She obeyed, rolling onto her back. She smiled at him, eyes dark. But she didn't move, waiting patiently for his touch. He poured aloe onto the center of her stomach. The muscled twitched again and she grinned, watching him. She licked her lips unconsciously. He began rubbing it in. "Does it hurt a lot?"

She shook her head. "Hardly hurts at all. It's just a little-" She sucked in a sharp breath. "Sensitive." He rubbed up between her breasts, and across her collarbone. She made quiet happy noises, reaching up and sliding her hands up his arms and over his shoulders. He seemed far to precise about this, moving to her arms and then back to her stomach.

She sighed, sounding a little frustrated. "You aren't turned on at all, are you?"

"I'm thinking about math."

"No, you find me hideous."

"I do not."

"I'm naked on a bed in front of you, glistening like a pagan sacrifice and you aren't doing anything. You're thinking about math."

"You're sunburnt! I need to think about math."

"But I want you to be thinking about my glistening nude body."

"Stop saying that word."

"Don't *you* want to be thinking about my glistening nude body?" It all sounded so innocent coming out of her mouth, her blue eyes wide and guiless. He thought the accent had something to do with it. Made her sound like a virginal southern lady no matter what was coming out of her mouth.

"I am." He grabbed her hand, bringing it down and curving it around his erection through his shorts. "Happy?"

She smiled. "Not as happy as you." She stroked gently, tracing him through the cloth. She made a happy humming noise, a noise of anticipation.

"You have a bad sunburn, Ainsley."

"I can be on top. It doesn't hurt." He didn't look convinced and she gave him a tug. "I hear sex is the best thing for sunburns."

He groaned. "From who?"

"Me." She undid the fastening of his shorts and worked her hand in. "How many more times do I have to say glistening, Sam?"

"Um. . .well. . ."

She sat up, fingers pumping him the way she knew he liked. The way that drove him crazy. "Glistening," she murmured. She kissed him, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. "Glistening." She slowly pushed him back on the bed, straddling him. "Glistening."

He caught her mouth, kissing her roughly. She sighed, guiding him inside her in one quick stroke. She kissed him as she rocked, holding his shoulders for leverage.

"Are you okay?"

She chuckled. "A million times better then okay." She smiled playfully. "Do you think I'm only okay?"

"I mean. . .your. . .you know. . .skin. . ."

"My skin feels good." She tipped forward, rubbing her clit against him on her strokes. "Some nice man rubbed aloe on me."

He stroked his hand up her body, noticing the aloe made her skin slick. She made a quiet noise and began to move quicker, harder. He could feel her muscles begin to tense as she got closer to her peak. He slid his thumb, still with a little cool gel on it, back and forth across her clit. "Oh, God," she moaned, eyes closing. She stilled on him and he felt her began to ripple around him. She shoved hard, driving him to the hilt, then threw her head back as her body clenched. He groaned, holding onto her hips as he thrust up, lifting off the bed. Her tremors had just begun to fade when she felt him go still and then spill inside her.

She braced herself above him with two hands on his chest, knowing if she allowed herself to fall forward it would hurt. She gave him a warm, sleepy smile. "Sam," she drawled, making the word the world's finest endearment.

He grinned. "Feel better?"

"Infinitely." She crawled gingerly off him and lay on the bed, easing herself onto her back. "I love making love to you."

He kissed her tenderly, pulling a sheet up around her. "Sleep well, Ainsley. I'll be right here."

She smiled sleepily at him and closed her eyes. "Good night, Sam."

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