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Prompt: The West Wing, Abby/Jed, not a typical marriage
"Ma petit fromage," she snorts, in bed later (much later) that night, snickering like a girl. "I can't believe you called me that - you need French lessons, Jed."
Yeah, cause I got all the time in the world for that, he thinks of saying, but doesn't, instead opting for the much more diplomatic, "You know, sweetheart, that's what I've always loved about you, your biting sense of humor and the way you use it against me," and Abbey just snickers again and snuggles closer.