Pillow Talk ... Without the Pillows

A/N: I know I promised a better summery in here...but really there isn't one :D all this is, is a cute little WAFF about Sam and Josh...with just a dash of CJ cause she is my hero!!!

READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!! It feeds the plot bunnies for more stories like these

Pillow Talk…Without the Pillows

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Its not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me,
oh no
Its just the nearness of you

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation,
oh no
Its just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms
and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams
came true

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me
the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
the nearness of you.

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“I had a dream last night.”
Sam Seaborn didn’t look up; he had learned long ago that his oldest friend Josh Lyman was the undisputed king of non-sequitiers.
“Alert the media.”
“Dontcha wanna hear what it was about?” Josh asks in a falsely wounded tone.
“If it was about you and Amy, then no, not particularly.” Sam replied a little more sharply than he intended. It was hot, the air conditioning had broken again and everyone was a little irritable. Some (CJ) more so than others.
When Josh didn’t respond snarkily, as he was wont to do, Sam looked up. He saw genuine hurt on his friend’s face and swore silently.
“Alright, go on, lay it on me.” He sighed, picking up a highlighter and pen to begin slicing his recent creation to bits.
Josh harrumphed lightly, but Sam knew he couldn’t resist telling Sam anything. After all it had been a boring day and now it promised to be an even more boring evening at the office. They could both do with the diversion.
“It wasn’t about Amy.” He began in a slightly miffed tone, but that soon slipped away and Josh was talking in a far away voice that bordered on a reverent whisper. “It was sort of like…well, like a forgotten memory. I was in my car, the one I had back in college, a piece of shit Honda, if I remember correctly…”
“I remember that car.” Sam said softly, looking up and smiling.
“Yeah, well, I was driving. And for awhile that was it. I just felt so utterly at peace and content that I was sure life couldn’t get any better. The windows were down and eighties pop music was on the radio. The sun was out and it must have been early summer because the fields all around were green.” He paused smiled at the screen of the computer he supposedly couldn’t work.
“But then…?” Sam prompted; sucking on the end of his pen in a way that Josh decided should be against the law.
“Then I looked over and you were sitting in the passenger seat…though you weren’t really sitting. You had the seat reclined all the way back and your bare feet were propped up on the dashboard…”
“Yeah?” Sam interrupted again, a slow smile breaking out on his face as he looked up into Josh’s face
“Do you want to tell this or what?” Josh replied, but the lack of heat took the sting out of the words.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to steal your moment Josh, go ahead.” Sam replied with an expansive wave of his hand. Josh merely rolled his eyes.
“As I was saying…we just sort of zooming down the road and…”
“What were we wearing?” Sam asked with an adorable crease in his forehead.
“What?”
“What were we wearing?”
“Uh…” Josh closed his eyes and tried to remember, then it all flooded back on him, the peace and contentment he had felt, the safety and innocence of an earlier time. He smiled. “You had on a short pair of cut off shorts, you know, with raggedy edges and no shirt. And, boy oh boy, were you ever tan. I was wearing…a pair of board shorts and a Princeton tee shirt with the sleeves cut off, but that doesn’t make any sense.” He said in confusion, opening his eyes. “I never went to Princeton, you did.”
“Don’t worry about it Josh, you were dreaming.” Sam replied airily, he went back to his paper hiding a gentle smile.
“Was there anything else?”
“Huh? Oh, well, there were a couple of surf boards in the back seat. How we got them in there is a complete mystery to me, but as you said it was just a dream.”
“Anything else?”
“We were holding hands, even though you were obviously asleep.” Josh replied promptly. Sam smirked, oh yeah, Josh was trained well. Josh looked back at the dark haired man and the knowing smile planted firmly on his face.
“What?” He asked cautiously.
“It wasn’t a dream, Josh.”
“What?”
“I said…” Sam drawled. “…it wasn’t a dream. That really did happen; don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already.”
Josh concentrated really, really hard. Something he was not known for at this time of night, in this kind of heat. And then it was as though a dam broke, he could remember the summer he had first met Sam, the summer after he had graduated from Harvard and decided to take a road trip to San Francisco. It was pure dumb luck that a dark haired young man had broken down on the interstate that ran from LA, and that he was going the same way as Josh. Josh had dropped him off at a relative’s house and regretfully made his way to the hotel he was staying in. But when they found each other later at a club, they decided mutually that it must have been fate throwing them together.
Thus their summer fling had begun.
By the end of the summer though it was much more than a fling, they both knew it, and it scared the spit out of Josh. This was the longest lasting relationship of his young life and frankly it was a relief when the oldest friend of Josh’s father, Leo McGarry, called and told him that he had this amazing job offer for him. He could finally put his degree to good use and get away from the suffocating feel of forever he felt in his newest relationship. Not that he would have ever told Sam that, but he was pretty sure Sam already knew. He could see it in Sam’s eyes on quiet nights when he was restless, could feel it in the desperate way they made love during their last week together. As though Sam was trying to convince Josh, somehow, to stay. But in the end he accepted the inevitable. He and Josh did make one final compromise. Sam would travel back to the East Coast with Josh to see him off, they decided on one final road trip.
“No, I didn’t forget, I remember just how much of a bastard I was to you then. How I treated you like…”
“…like the summer fling we both knew it was?” Sam asked in an ironic tone, his head skewed to the side, looking up at Josh through a fringe of dark bangs.
“That still didn’t give me the right…” Josh trailed off, banging away on the keyboard. Sam smiled gently and placed a hand over Josh’s computer abusing fingers.
“Hey, this is me, remember? It’s all just water under the bridge now, forgive and forget and all that jazz. After all, we deserve to make mistakes, at least back when we were young and stupid right?”
This finally elicited a smile from Josh. “I suppose.”
“Good, now what do you say we go and see if Toby’s office is any cooler?” Sam said with a mischivious grin.
“Hmm, sounds like a plan. But the last I heard he was trying to take a nap in there, wasn’t he?”
“Oh yeah, and I think I have the perfect way to cool him down and wake him up all at the same time.” Sam stated, snickering evilly. From in his pockets he pulled several empty water balloons. To which an equally evil grin bloomed on Josh’s face as he opened a drawer on his desk to pull out several already filled balloons.
“Way ahead of you my friend.” He said, and then before Sam had a chance to react Josh lobbed one hard at Sam. “CATCH!”
Sam was completely soaked and had a murderous gleam in his eye. Josh, on the other hand, had not lost the evil grin. In fact the grin had only deepened.

CJ was stalking down the hall to Toby’s office, pissed as all hell that he had been able to sneak away for a nap, when she passed by the open door to Josh’s office. The next thing she heard made her stop dead in her tracks.
“…hey, Sam, someone seems to have thrown a water balloon at you. Whattaya say we get you out of those wet clothes?”
Claudia Jean closed her eyes and fought against the mental image the suggestive words conjured up; after all they were just harmless words. Right? She shook her head helplessly and kept walking. She remembered to close her eyes at the precise moment she passed the door.
Just in case
Though she wished she could have plugged her ears and hummed loudly instead as the sounds were all that much more suggestive. Instead she just hurried along her way. Hopefully Toby’s office would be better than that, though anything might be better than that.
Unfortunately CJ’s thoughts were cut short by a sudden dousing of water that covered her the moment she entered the office of the White House Communications Director.
‘TOBY!” She screeched as frigid water began to slowly but surely soak into every inch of her clothing.
Two dark, nearly bald heads popped up from behind Toby’s large desk.
“Oops.”
“CJ! You were supposed to be Josh and Sam!” Bruno accused as though at any moment the tall woman would morph into the two younger men.
Toby, his co-conspirator, on the other hand, just acquired an eerily familiar evil grin and uttered the fateful words.
“Hey CJ, it looks like someone just dumped about five gallons of water on your head…whattaya say we get you out of those wet clothes?”


IT’S OVER!