Fandom: West Wing
Notes: Written for babykid528 in the Improbable Pairing Meme
Toby had never understood it.
These guys came to Washington, leaving a wife behind in the district, usually a wife who’d given up any personal ambition for them, and the next thing you know they were spotted cuddling up to some high-priced kurveh at the bar of the Mayflower hotel.
He knew a political operative was in no position to look down on a hooker. He understood survival. He even understood need, although he’d had plenty of bad days and lonely nights without ever choosing that particular outlet.
Men who used prostitutes bewildered him.
Until he met her.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that one and one were two and this wasn’t just any Laurie, smiling at him over a martini glass, red-lacquered nails prominent against the stemware. It was Sam’s Laurie, and Toby wanted her. All it would take was money and he had that.
Maybe she could help him understand.