Author ~ Dallas Thomspson (Dhijack@aol.com)

Rating ~ PG13 - Sexual suggestiveness.

Summary ~ Jed/Abbey. . . Read the darn thing!!

Notes ~ I do not own the song "The Red Strokes'', it belongs to Garth Brooks.
I do not own Jed, nor do I own Abbey. Don't sue. I'm a poor high school kid,
the lawyers would die laughing. Thanks to DC for her help.

The Red Strokes (1/1)

Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine
Two shadows starting to softly combine
The picture they're painting
Is one of the heart
And to those who have seen it
It's a true work of art
 
    Jed pulled Abbey close. "You do realize it's been almost a month since
we've been together alone?"

      "Yes. I was aware of that, actually.''

      "So you do know what that means?"

      ''Yes, I do believe I do,'' she murmured as he kissed her neck
passionately.

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn

      The greatest man in the world, the most respected woman in America got
into their room, and were no longer either of those things. There were no
titles between them. No formalities. Just two people who had been together
for a very long time, two people who knew each other's bodies and minds, and
souls. Just two lovers. His mouth was on her body, her skin touching his, her
hands burning paths of fire on his flesh.
     
Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Inspired by a vision
That they can't command
Erasing the borders
With each brush of a hand

      She captured his lips with her own, feeling his hands glide over her
silky skin. His touch was framiliar, yet new and exciting. Her husband. . .
He was so alone sometimes, she knew. Surrounded by others, yet alone. And so
was she. In the middle of a crowded room, she could be so very alone. She
loved being with him. Loved the feeling of safety and warmth. Of being
cherished. Not always. There were those times that he pulled out her full
name, and she winced. Whoops. Went too far. But then there where those times
when her name was a caress, whispered into the darkness, to hold her closer.

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn
      
      He needed her as much as she needed him. He needed the feel of his
wife's body against his, he needed to inhale her scent, soak in her presence.
He knew that these moments of passion and love were few and far in between.
He wanted to savor this moment, to have these memories for some dark moment
in the course of his life, his job, his administration. He wanted to be able
to pull on them, to save his sanity, and keep him alive.


Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green
But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen

      Now, they had problems of course. Not seeing each other for weeks at a
time being one of them. Two strong wills, two distinct personalities melding
into while while struggling to maintain their original composition. It was
like a delicate chemical equation. Too much of anything, passion, anger,
arguments, jealousy, separation, and it could all go wrong. But somehow, it
never did. It remained in balance, although sometimes the scale tipped and
became dangerously close to falling.

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn
      
      Later, they lay tangled, their bodies close, their hearts closer. He
gently kissed her forehead. "I love you, you know that?"

      "Yeah,'' she murmured. "I know.''

      ''Do I tell you enough?"

      ''No.''

      ''No?"

      ''You show me,'' she whispered it into the darkness, kissing his neck
softly, rejoicing inwardly at being in his arms, at feeling his hand stroke
her hair.

      ''I show you enough?"

      ''Yes,'' she said, a smile entering her voice as she kissed him softly.
      
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn
    
        He heard the smile in her voice, and it warmed him, her voice never
failed to send shivers through him, a glance from her never failed to remind
him of why he loved her so much. Her eyes were like little movie screens,
playing out the emotions of her mind for the world to see. Or maybe not the
world. Maybe just him. . . Just for him. Yes, he liked that idea, the idea of
being able to see into her soul, him and him alone. Yes. That's what he would
believe.
      
. . .Steam on the window, salt in a kiss

      She kissed him again, never wanting to leave the room. She knew that
once they stepped out of this dark and quiet room, they would stop being Jed
and Abbey, and start being Josiah Bartlet and Abigail Bartlet, the first
couple, the couple the whole world watched. But for now, in this dark room,
they were together. . . alone.

. . . Two hearts have never pounded like this    

Finis.