You hurry home---as fast as a senior staffer can hurry through the White House, anyway---and are pleasantly surprised to see Andy standing in the lobby of your apartment building.

"Hi," you say breathlessly.

She grins. "Nice suit."

You laugh. "I'm glad you approve." You fish your keys out of your pocket and open the door, holding it for her. "C'mon. Let's go up. You want a drink?"

"To start," she murmurs.

&&&&

The next morning, you wake up with a smile on your face. You're sure you'll have to conceal a few lovebites with a ton of makeup before you go into work, but you feel very satisfied despite that.

After a second, after the fog clears in your mind, you hear soft guitar music coming from your living room.

Curious, you wrap the top sheet around you and stumble out of bed. You're moving more gracefully by the time you reach the main room of your apartment.

Andy is sitting on your sofa, wearing nothing but her camisole and panties, with your guitar in her lap.

"Hey," you whisper.

She looks up. Her cheeks flush. "Sorry," she says softly, "I couldn't sleep... I got up and... and I'll admit, I was snooping."

You chuckle. "I haven't played that thing in years," you say. "Was it out of tune?"

"Awfully out of tune," she tells you as she strums a quiet tune.

"You look good with a guitar in your arms," you say softly, before sitting down next to her. "Sounds great."

"I haven't played in years either," she says, chuckling. "My fingers'll be sore."

"Do we have to go work today?"

She grins and looks you over. Her eyes land on a purpling bruise on your neck, below your ear. "Yeah... you're going to have some explaining to do," she murmurs, reaching out to brush her fingers over the mark she left on your neck.

You laugh softly. "Oh well," you murmur, shrugging.

Andy returns to playing your guitar. You kiss her shoulder and then say, "I'm going to make coffee... keep playing. It sounds really nice."

She nods and you kiss her temple before getting up and going into the kitchen.

As the coffee brews, you listen to Andy playing and singing in a quiet voice. You mind less and less that you'll have to go into work with a hickey on your neck.

It's not like you have to face the press or anything.

Game Over!

Would you like to go back to the beginning and try again?