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perpetual_motionTitle: A Future Christmas
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: West Wing
Pairing: Josh/Sam
Rating: PG
Summary: Josh and Sam on Christmas morning in the near-future.
Dis: NBC, WB, and that asshole John Wells, who ruined things. Damn you, Sorkin. How could you leave him in charge?
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shoshannagold, who requested it. Apologies for the shit title, dear. My brain fritzed.
A Future Christmas
By Perpetual Motion
“Josh.” Sam reached out and tapped Josh on the back of the head. “Josh, wake up.” Josh grunted and rolled over. Sam poked Josh’s nose. “Josh, it’s Christmas.”
“I’m Jewish.” Josh yawned hugely and opened his eyes a crack. “Plus, it’s a quarter to hell in the morning.” He closed his eyes.
“Well, if you’re going to be like that…” Sam trailed off as he slid out of bed and walked into the living room. He returned to the bedroom with his arms full of wrapped boxes, which he unceremoniously dumped on Josh. “I’ll just bring Christmas in here.”
Josh opened his eyes again. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah.” Sam sounded unrepentant. He crawled back under the covers and put his feet on Josh’s legs.
“Holy shit! Get those off of me!” Josh sat bolt upright and tried to wriggle away from Sam.
“If you’d gotten up, I wouldn’t have had to do that.”
“So, it’s for my own good?”
“Sure.”
“Or it’s for your own amusement.”
“That works, too.” Sam sifted through the presents and pulled out a rectangular gift wrapped in snowman paper and a green bow. “Here.” His eyes were bright.
Josh took the gift and ripped off the wrapping paper. “Oh, look, a box.”
Sam laughed. “Open the box.”
Josh grinned. “You mean it’s not just a box? Sam, you’re too sweet.” Josh popped open the box. It was a scarf, handmade, and when he pulled it out, he saw the seal of the President embellished near the bottom. Josh wasn’t sure what to say. “Sam…”
“Merry Christmas, Mr. President.” Sam kissed Josh softly.
Josh returned the kiss. “Thank you, Sam.” He reached around for a package wrapped in green paper with a gold bow. “Here.”
Sam looked eagerly at the gift, gave it a shake for show, then ripped the wrapping off with a flourish. It was a very large, heavy book. “’The Woman Behind the Man: The First Lady’s Role in the White House; A Historical Look’.” Sam gave Josh a glance. “I’m not-“
“I know. There’s an inscription.” Josh was smiling.
Sam opened the front cover of the book. “’For Sam: You’re the first man behind the man in the White House. No one could create history with more integrity. I love you. Josh’.” Sam was sharing Josh’s soft smile when he closed the book. “It’s wonderful. Thank you.” He pulled Josh in for a kiss and kept kissing him until they were both breathless. “Merry Christmas.”
Josh nuzzled Sam’s throat. “Merry Christmas.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: West Wing
Pairing: Josh/Sam
Rating: PG
Summary: Josh and Sam on Christmas morning in the near-future.
Dis: NBC, WB, and that asshole John Wells, who ruined things. Damn you, Sorkin. How could you leave him in charge?
Author's Notes: For
shoshannagold, who requested it. Apologies for the shit title, dear. My brain fritzed.A Future Christmas
By Perpetual Motion
“Josh.” Sam reached out and tapped Josh on the back of the head. “Josh, wake up.” Josh grunted and rolled over. Sam poked Josh’s nose. “Josh, it’s Christmas.”
“I’m Jewish.” Josh yawned hugely and opened his eyes a crack. “Plus, it’s a quarter to hell in the morning.” He closed his eyes.
“Well, if you’re going to be like that…” Sam trailed off as he slid out of bed and walked into the living room. He returned to the bedroom with his arms full of wrapped boxes, which he unceremoniously dumped on Josh. “I’ll just bring Christmas in here.”
Josh opened his eyes again. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah.” Sam sounded unrepentant. He crawled back under the covers and put his feet on Josh’s legs.
“Holy shit! Get those off of me!” Josh sat bolt upright and tried to wriggle away from Sam.
“If you’d gotten up, I wouldn’t have had to do that.”
“So, it’s for my own good?”
“Sure.”
“Or it’s for your own amusement.”
“That works, too.” Sam sifted through the presents and pulled out a rectangular gift wrapped in snowman paper and a green bow. “Here.” His eyes were bright.
Josh took the gift and ripped off the wrapping paper. “Oh, look, a box.”
Sam laughed. “Open the box.”
Josh grinned. “You mean it’s not just a box? Sam, you’re too sweet.” Josh popped open the box. It was a scarf, handmade, and when he pulled it out, he saw the seal of the President embellished near the bottom. Josh wasn’t sure what to say. “Sam…”
“Merry Christmas, Mr. President.” Sam kissed Josh softly.
Josh returned the kiss. “Thank you, Sam.” He reached around for a package wrapped in green paper with a gold bow. “Here.”
Sam looked eagerly at the gift, gave it a shake for show, then ripped the wrapping off with a flourish. It was a very large, heavy book. “’The Woman Behind the Man: The First Lady’s Role in the White House; A Historical Look’.” Sam gave Josh a glance. “I’m not-“
“I know. There’s an inscription.” Josh was smiling.
Sam opened the front cover of the book. “’For Sam: You’re the first man behind the man in the White House. No one could create history with more integrity. I love you. Josh’.” Sam was sharing Josh’s soft smile when he closed the book. “It’s wonderful. Thank you.” He pulled Josh in for a kiss and kept kissing him until they were both breathless. “Merry Christmas.”
Josh nuzzled Sam’s throat. “Merry Christmas.”
