Title: Rip Roaring Drunk
Pairing: Toby/Ainsley
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to and including Season Three
Summary: Toby gets screwed with his pants off this time <g>
Completed: June 2002
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Rip Roaring Drunk
Ainsley walked into Sam's open office and frowned. He wasn't there, and as she stepped back out into the bullpen, she noted he wasn't there either. Nor, for that matter, was anyone else.
"Can I help?" came a familiar voice.
Ainsley followed the sound into Toby's office and found him sprawled across his couch, with yellow notepad in hand.
"I was looking for Sam."
"He left an hour ago."
Ainsley's face fell and she scrunched up her nose. "Okay, well, thank you for telling me." She took a step to leave and Toby called out to her in the semi-darkness.
"Was it important?"
Ainsley turned around and shook her head sadly. "No." She paused. "Actually yes, it's my Birthday, and as my friend, well he calls himself my friend, he offered to take me out, and now he's forgotten, so obviously it's not that important to him."
Toby watched her for a few seconds as he rearranged her sentence in his head. "It's your Birthday and you want to go out."
"Yes," she nodded. "I'd planned on getting drunk and dancing the `Macarena.'"
He raised an eyebrow, trying to fathom how much or rather how little it would take to get her drunk.
"I'll just stop at the liquor store and buy a bottle of wine," she whined. "Put my feet up and get drunk by myself."
Toby rolled his eyes and groaned. Now he felt guilty, which of course he hated, and for which he would inflict punishment on Sam later. Tucking his pad into his shirt pocket, he rose to his feet. "Are you ready to go?"
Ainsley stared at him in confusion.
"Well I'm not dancing the `Macarena' with you, but I'll buy you a drink, and make sure you get home," he growled.
"Really?" she asked, a little taken back by his offer. Her blue eyes lit up and her smile radiated across her face.
Toby stared at his feet as he nodded.
"I need to grab my purse, then I could meet you. Where should I meet you?" she asked.
"In the lobby. We'll walk over."
Ainsley gave him a big grin and disappeared.
Toby shook his head. He had a speech to write and the schedule to go over. He certainly didn't have time to go out drinking with Sam's latest conquest. But, he'd offered now and she'd looked so happy he couldn't back out. He picked up his jacket and stuffed the speech into his briefcase. He was about to pick up the case when he changed his mind. He wasn't going to get any work done, so he might as well leave it behind. Turning off the desk lamp, he shuffled down to the lobby. He paced up and down as he waited. It had been ten minutes since she left his office and she still hadn't appeared.
Finally, as he was about to call her office, she appeared. Her hair had been unclipped and fell as a curtain across her back, and she had discarded her jacket, leaving her pale arms bare. "Is this acceptable?" she asked, smiling at him brightly.
"It's fine," he grumbled, indicating she should walk ahead.
They walked in silence, which he considered an accomplishment, considering the fact the Republican never usually shut up. He walked a few steps behind, least someone from the West Wing should see them together and ask questions.
The bar, when they arrived, was busy. Most of the patrons were congressional aides or lawyers, stopping off after work.
Toby pushed her towards the bar, his hand gently resting on her waist. "What do you want to drink?" he whispered against her ear.
Ainsley giggled. "Can I have a cocktail?"
Toby leaned across the bar and indicated he wanted serving.
The bartender ambled over. "Yeah?"
"A double Dewers on the rocks and the cocktail menu," Toby shouted above the din.
The waiter reached behind him and passed over the menu.
"Better give me the food menu too," Toby grumbled, glancing at his companion.
"A Sloe Comfortable Screw," Ainsley drawled, jabbing her finger against the plastic.
"That's what you want?" Toby gaped, wishing for CJ and her grasshoppers.
Ainsley nodded childlike. "And some fries, please, and maybe some chicken wings."
Toby waited for the waiter to join them. "A Sloe Comfortable Screw, fries, and chicken wings."
The waiter smirked at Toby and debated whether to get the tall, balded gentleman to repeat his order when he caught Toby's glare. He slunk off.
"Thank you for this," Ainsley whispered, reaching up on tiptoes so he could hear her. "It is, by me, very much appreciated."
Toby mumbled something incoherent and sipped his drink. "You okay to sit at the bar or do you wanna find a table?"
"I am fine here, but if you wish to be more comfortable, then we can move."
Toby took another long sip of his drink. If he had to follow her conversational style all night, he was going to have to get seriously drunk. He motioned to the waiter to bring him another drink.
"I hope I didn't drag you away from anything important," Ainsley shouted, sipping through her straw.
Toby shrugged. "I was only plotting the downfall of the Republicans."
Ainsley hit him on the arm playfully and swallowed the last of her drink.
"You want another?" Toby asked, handing her the menu.
"Um. . .I want something different. How about Sex on a Beach?" Ainsley grinned and giggled.
The guy next to her turned to look at her and his eyes fell to the neckline of her blouse. He mumbled something and shifted his stool closer.
Until, that was, Toby shot him a look.
Ainsley's drink arrived just as a hostess placed the food order before her. She glanced between the drink and the food and decided she needed to eat. She had already polished off the wings and was half way through the fries when she remembered Toby. "Sorry. It is, by me, very rude, not to offer to share. Would you like some of my fries?"
Toby shook his head. He had been watching her for a good five minutes and she hadn't stopped to breathe once. He had never met anyone quite as hungry as she always seemed to be.
Ainsley drained her drink and pushed the empty dishes away. "What do you recommend now?"
"You were serious about getting drunk, then?" Toby growled, moving to look over her shoulder at the menu.
She looked up at him, her face framed by her blonde hair. "Of course. It is, on occasion permitted, is it not, for one to get off one's head?" Her words came out slurred and her glazed eyes never left his.
Toby gave her a rare smile. "And how many of those will it take to get you drunk?"
"Another one, maybe," she offered, returning her attention to the menu.
"How about an Irish Blowjob?" Toby whispered low into her ear.
Ainsley's head spun around on its axis and her jaw dropped. "Toby, did you just. . .?" Her words trailed off as her head spun and she slipped off the stool.
Toby grabbed her and pushed her back onto the leather seat. "Are you okay?"
"I may have miscalculated my ability to move and, therefore, fell," she mumbled, as her cheeks flushed red.
"Yeah." Toby continued to stare at her; as if she was someone he had never met before. She was, he concluded, beautiful, and if she shut up for any length of time, quite good company. "If I get you another drink are you going to be sick?"
Ainsley shook her head. "I don't think so, but I would very much like to dance." She rose to her feet shakily and held his arm as she regained her balance. "Okay, I can do this."
Toby wasn't entirely convinced, but he watched as she strode purposefully, if a little tipsy, to the dance floor. The song, he vaguely recognized from listening to CJ's car tapes, was the "Locomotion." He watched entranced as Ainsley moved her hips and arms to the music, trying desperately to mimic the dance steps and failing. He laughed heartily as she spun around and waved to him. Vague images flashed before his eyes as he continued to stare at her. He shook them off and ordered another drink. When he turned around, she was standing behind him, gazing up at him. "Ainsley?"
"I'm drunk."
"Kinda gathered that by the dirty dancing thing."
"Dance with me," she pleaded, tugging his arm.
"Ainsley!"
"It's my Birthday," she slurred in her southern drawl. "And there are three things a girl wants to do on her birthday."
Toby rubbed his forehead and grabbed his glass off the counter top. "I'm too frightened to ask."
"Get rip roaring drunk." She picked up the full drink and downed it. "Done. The second is dance." She pouted. "And, the third is to get laid."
Toby was in the middle of swallowing his whiskey as she made her last comment. He almost choked as it went down the wrong way.
"So. . ." she said, grinning, her fingers walking up his arm.
"So what?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"You won't dance, so. . ."
Toby sipped his drink carefully, wondering how he had managed to get himself in this situation.
"Have you never wanted to taste Republican juices?" Ainsley purred, pressing her body up against him.
His first thought was shit; his second was how the hell was he going to tell Sam. His final thought was that she tasted really good, as her lips pressed against his. The kiss was wet and sloppy, but her arms wrapping around Toby's neck prevented him moving. His hand moved automatically to the nape of her neck, as he took control of the kiss. His tongue pushed against her lips, requesting entry to her mouth.
Ainsley opened her eyes and gazed up into his dark, guarded ones. Her lips parted and she moaned as his tongue flicked across her teeth and tangled with her tongue.
Finally, Toby broke apart and released her. Turning back to the bar, he grabbed his drink and downed it in one. "I think we had better get out of here," he mumbled, tossing a wad of notes of the bar.
Ainsley smiled and picked up her purse. "Your place or mine?"
Toby growled something inaudible. Sense told him to take her home before she realized it wasn't Sam she was with, and let her sleep it off. The rest of him said take her to bed and show her what she was missing with Sam.
"Toby?" she whispered as her fingers brushed his groin.
The hell with sense, he thought as he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the bar and on to the sidewalk. He flagged down a cab and bundled her into it.
The second after Ainsley had given the driver her address, her hands were working their way up Toby's chest, brushing against his nipples, frantically. Her lips pressed against his cheek, as one hand tried to slide inside his shirt.
Toby groaned as he felt his arousal deepen. Forcefully, he grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to his in a searing kiss.
Her fingers tugged at his nipple as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. He couldn't get enough of her, and his hands ran down her back until he cupped her bottom and pulled her across his lap. Her thigh rubbed his groin, as she pulled at his shirt.
Toby broke the kiss and stared at her.
"What, did I do something wrong?" she asked, a little taken back by his abruptness.
He kissed her fleetingly on the lips. "How far to your apartment?"
Ainsley glanced out the window and shook her head. "I don't know."
Toby let out a low growl and tried to push her off his lap. "I'm this close to fucking you in a cab."
She giggled and tossed her head back, revealing her long neck and lifting her cleavage.
"Shit." Toby cursed, before he lowered his face to the valley between her breasts and began to kiss his way along her neckline.
Ainsley gasped and wriggled as his beard tickled her skin. She fleetingly wondered what it was going to feel like as he kissed her thighs later.
The cab driver cleared his throat as he parked outside her apartment building. "That'll be ten dollars."
Ainsley slid off Toby's lap as he lifted his head.
Fumbling in his wallet, Toby extracted a twenty and threw it in the direction of the driver. He opened the door and pulled the blonde Republican onto the pavement.
The street was deserted as Ainsley wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on. "To..by," she slurred.
He held her upright by the waist. "What?"
"To. . .by."
He rolled his eyes and half dragged, half carried her up the steps to the door. Propping her limp body up against the doorframe, he took her purse and removed the keys. Third time was a charm and he manoeuvred her inside. "What number?"
Ainsley threw her arms wide and he had to move quickly to catch her before she hit the floor. "Ten."
Toby groaned as he scanned the lobby and noted the absence of an elevator. Carefully, he wrapped an arm around her waist and aided her up three flights of stairs.
She flailed against him, giggling, her hand reaching for his groin.
Toby pushed her hand away and took the corner to the next flight of stairs. Finally, he came to a halt outside apartment ten. With one arm around her waist and his thigh against her backside, Toby fumbled with the key.
He released Ainsley to open the door and she landed face first on the carpet. She lay in a heap, giggling as he closed the door.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
"I am, completely, and utterly, fucked."
The sound of Ainsley cursing sounded unnatural to his ears and he rubbed his temples in dismay. "Maybe I should go," Toby muttered, not wanting to take advantage of her.
"I need to get up."
Toby sighed and leaned down to offer her his hands. She took them and he pulled her upright.
Ainsley clung to his hand and tugged him forcefully towards the bedroom. When he didn't move, she stepped towards him and yanked his shirt. "Take me to bed, Toby."
Toby didn't need asking twice. He shrugged out of his jacket and took her face in his hands, kissing her firmly on the mouth. The taste of alcohol lingered on her lips as she deepened the kiss. Toby's hands slid down her back and he tugged at her blouse, frantically trying to pull it out of her skirt.
Ainsley's hands were rubbing his chest in what he could only imagine she thought was an erotic pattern.
Toby broke the kiss and began to walk them towards the bedroom. It was the sound of cotton ripping that made Toby glance down. His shirt had been torn down the middle and Ainsley's blonde hair was brushing across his chest as she started to nuzzle his collarbone. He groaned as her lips worked their way across his chest, nipping and sucking against the sparse hair she found there. He bit back a scream as she took his nipple between her teeth and bit down. The moment was somewhere between pleasure and pain and he felt a sudden twitch in his pants.
"Bedroom," he groaned as his fingers stroked her back beneath the silk.
Ainsley mumbled something against his skin that he couldn't make out, but the next thing he knew she had him pinned to the wall and her fingers were nimbly working at his fly.
He briefly wondered how someone so small had so much strength, when her hand closed around his growing member. He growled and tangled his fingers in the flowing blonde locks.
Ainsley looked up at him as she continued to palm his erection, enjoying the noises he was making. "You're so hard," she whispered, licking her way up his stomach.
Toby choked as he continued to massage her scalp. If she carried on like that he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer and with the amount of alcohol he'd consumed he wasn't sure he'd be able to try again that night.
Suddenly he pushed her away and turned them until she was pressed against the wall. He quickly disrobed her as she gazed up at him, confused.
"I want to see you naked," he whispered, as he reached behind her to unfasten the pale blue bra. The straps fell down her shoulders revealing her pale pert breasts inch by inch. He latched on to one nipple with his mouth as he worked her skirt over her hips. His hands brushed against bare skin and a low moan emanated from his throat. His hands grasped her naked bottom and pulled her tight against his erection. He wanted her and he wanted her now.
"I want to be in you," he whispered, nibbling his way back up to her mouth."
Ainsley gave him a wide smile and nodded, her eyes glazing over as the effects of the alcohol took effect. "You're over dressed," she giggled, stepping back and kicking her skirt out of the way.
Toby grinned back at her as he shrugged off the remnants of his shirt and eased his pants and boxers over his hips. His shoes and socks ended up in a pile on the floor. Gently he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her hard.
Ainsley's hands went around his neck as she ground her pelvis against him, revealing in the whimpers of encouragement he was giving her. Ainsley moved towards the bed and tumbled backwards onto it, Toby landing on top of her. She gasped as she felt the extent of his arousal pressing against her stomach. Her fingers raked over his back as his lips once more caressed her throat. She wanted him inside her.
"Toby?" she moaned, huskily and he lifted his head. "Please."
He leaned up and covered her mouth with his own, wanting to silence her words. His hand moved between their bodies and between her thighs. He muffled her moan as his thumb brushed her clit.
Her hips lifted off the bed as he stroked her sex, and the friction against his erection prompted a tiny growl from deep in his throat.
With his free hand Toby cupped her breast, rolling the soft flesh around between his fingers. She felt soft and tender as he continued to explore her body and she responded to his touch. His lips trailed down her throat and across her chest until he reached her nipple.
Ainsley cried out as Toby used his tongue to arouse her nipple.
Gently at first he circled the nub, his pace speeding up in time with the movement of his thumb against her clit. He could hear the quickening of her breath as she moved towards release. Grinning against her breast, he inserted his index finger into her opening.
She clenched around him, her thighs shuddering as he brought her to climax.
Toby released her breast and moved up to kiss her lips.
Ainsley raked her fingernails down his back and clasped his backside, pulling him against her. "I want you," she moaned against his mouth.
Toby pulled back to look in her eyes, checking it was what she really wanted. Propping himself up on his elbow, he guided himself to her opening. Toby rocked his hips frantically. He couldn't get enough of her and she was thrashing wildly. He chuckled at how demonstrative she was, even during sex she made the most noise. Lifting her leg around his hip, he began to take long deep thrusts.
Her screams became louder, as she reached for his shoulders, raking her nails down his back.
Covering her mouth with his own to stifle her cries, he slid almost completely out of her and slammed back in.
Ainsley climaxed against him and he followed closely behind.
A few more thrusts and he emptied himself into her with a grunt. Toby rolled off of her and on to his back, his arm hitting the pillow with a thump. He exhaled loudly and turned to look at his companion.
Her eyes were closed but her mouth gaped open.
His eyes wandered across her naked body, settling on her breasts, and the first hint of beard burn.
"Do I look as bad as I feel?" she asked, tugging at the sheet, caught beneath her body.
"Basking in afterglow."
"Call yourself a writer," she mumbled as she rolled onto her side.
Toby shook his head and pulled the sheet up over her naked body. The effects of the alcohol had worn off and now he was lying naked beside Ainsley Hayes. There was no way it was going to look good in the morning. The overwhelming smell of sex, her naked body and the loud snoring shuddering through her tiny body were enough to tell him to get out of there.
Silently, he climbed out of bed and padded down the hallway, gathering his clothes as he went. In the living room he dressed quickly and pulled out his cell to call a cab. It was then he realized he didn't have a clue what the address was. Groaning, he pulled his jacket over what was left of his shirt and left.
As he walked home in the early morning light, he couldn't help think about what he had just done. And even as common sense restored itself, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought, that he never did get to taste Republican juices.
The End