Title: Glimpses of Everything and Nothing - Part 7/7
Author: Finn AUS & Co Authored with Caz (smut Queen)
Rating: R (Physical stuff – a stronger version is on NC 17 List – oh YAY!)
Spoiler Info: Vaguely placed somewhere in Season Seven, veering off into AU.
Disclaimer: WB, NBC, Aaron Sorkin are the masterminds, John Wells is the minor-mind who had the good fortune to co-produce. I have no money, and even less with the US conversion rate so really not worth it.
Archiving permission: Awesome, please let me know so I can go look!
Summary: After a Republican makes suggestions about Donna and Josh's relationship in an attempt to derail the campaign, it forces them both to face the real truth.
Author Note 1: Praise of infinite proportions to Caz, who joins me as co-author for this final chapter. She has been patient, guiding and an overall fantastic beta who has made this project ten billion times better than it ever could have.
A/N 2: Thanks to everyone out there who has sent feedback and encouraged me to keep going.
Feedback: Would love, love, LOVE to read anything you’ve got say about this chapter or any other and please send feedback to co-author Caz
Donna wasn’t nervous because it had been a long time since she’d done this. Granted, it had been a long time – longer than she cared to remember - but that wasn’t it. She was nervous because it was Josh. After her brazen suggestion before retreating to the safety of her car, she had driven home happy and full of anticipation. It wasn’t until she’d started digging around in her closet for some sexy underwear and working out what she was going to wear – something casual, yet revealing, she decided – that the enormity of what was probably going to happen tonight really hit her. She was dressing for Josh – paying special attention to the fact that she could well be undressing for him, too - and that thought brought her to a dead stop. It was pretty likely she was going to end up in bed with Josh. Joshua Lyman. The man she’d wanted for the last nine years, who until that morning had never kissed her, never touched her in a non-platonic way – and she was a bag of nerves.
Donna’s nerves seemed to have increased ten-fold by the time she arrived at Josh’s apartment. She stood at his door, unable to knock for what seemed like hours, noticing that her hands were shaking. Trying to tamp down her nerves, she took a deep breath and told herself to stop worrying, stop feeling as though the rug would be pulled from under her feet at any moment. This was Josh – and OK, so maybe he was partly to blame for the butterflies that were presently winging desperately around in her stomach, but he was also the one person in her life she trusted above all others; he’d told her he loved her, and she knew it was true. So she shook her head to clear the cobwebs of doubt away and finally knocked on the door.
‘Hey,’ he smiled brightly, his familiar dimpled grin immediately putting her at ease.
‘Hi,’ she responded shyly and instantaneously he could sense her discomfort. Josh breathed a sigh of relief inwardly – so she was nervous too – and felt the knots in his chest start to undo themselves. He’d spent the past forty five minutes racing around his apartment, cleaning, clearing, ordering food and panicking. He was more nervous than he’d ever thought possible, because this was Donna. He’d wanted her so badly and for so long that the thought of actually being able to hold her, kiss her, touch her was both heady and terrifying.
Donna stood there, a slight flush to her cheeks, looking more than a little unsure of herself, and he sensed that she, too, was aware of what this night could mean.
‘Come in.’ He opened the door further, and as she walked past him he could smell the scent he’d always associated with her – a hint of … vanilla, she’d told him once, mixed with something else he couldn’t define, but which was uniquely her.
Entering his apartment, Donna felt a huge sense of relief wash over her. Josh hadn’t prepared a romantic candlelit dinner, there were no bouquets of flowers filling the room, no hushed mood music – just the TV on mute, Chinese take-out and wine, and Donna almost cried with happiness. Josh knew instinctively that she didn’t want any grand gestures, didn’t need any extras – she just needed him. He hung up her jacket, poured her a glass of wine and then walked into the kitchen to retrieve the chopsticks and soy sauce. She watched him walk away openly, remembering she didn’t have to watch him surreptitiously any more, and noticed he was still in his jeans from earlier but had changed into a black sweater. It really wasn’t fair, she thought – he looked incredible wearing old, faded jeans and a sweater, could fill out a suit like no one else she knew and as for the way he looked in a tux… How the hell did he *do* that? Most men could manage to carry off one look or the other, but Josh… Donna huffed and told herself to get a grip. One day of actually being able to think about him that way – and he was rapidly becoming *all* she could think about.
He walked back into the room smiling warmly at her, and she started to feel the anxiety she’d been feeling since earlier start to evaporate. This was familiar, this she knew, this… was Josh. He was smiling at her the way he’d often smiled at her – it was just now she knew what it meant – and her answering smile was beginning to drive away his nerves, too. Wrenching her mind away from the way he was looking at her and the fact that if she didn’t stop actually looking at him soon, she would probably jump him, Donna took a deep breath.
‘So what are we having?’ she sat down on the couch as Josh set down an array of cartons on the coffee table and handed her a pair of chopsticks.
‘An old favourite - Mr Chang’s, Special’s 1, 5 and 18. No garlic chicken this time though Ms Moss,’ he settled himself down on the floor just in front of her, and poured himself a glass of wine.
‘Excuse me - I believe you were the garlic fiend!’ Donna laughed, her nervousness slowly sliding away.
Josh smirked. ‘You believe what you want… I just remember that time you nearly knocked CJ over after we’d been up most of the night working on an appropriations bill!’ He poked around in one of the cartons as Donna set down her glass and did the same.
She opened her mouth to protest – but then remembered what he was talking about.
‘Now, a real gentleman wouldn’t have even brought that up!’
He grinned, wolfishly. ‘You should have told me you wanted a real gentleman, Donna, ‘cause then I’d never have dreamed of, y’know, kissing you this morning…oh, hang on – there’s a flaw in my logic there somewhere… because the way I remember this morning, you - ‘
‘Oh…just… shut up!’
Donna blushed and looked down at her food before reaching for the carton he was holding.
‘Hey! That’s mine!’
Donna grinned at him. ‘And your point would be?’
He waved his chopsticks around, reaching for another carton of food. ‘I can’t believe you’re still stealing food…’ he grumbled.
‘And I always thought you liked it…’ she said archly.
‘Whatever gave you that idea?’ He grinned and Donna couldn’t help but grin back…which was when Josh leaned over and whipped the carton back out of her hands.
‘Josh!’
He shrugged. ‘Told you it was mine!’
Donna huffed and poked him in the back with a chopstick. ‘Ow!’
He gave up and held the carton back out towards her. After a comfortable dinner spent discussing the campaign and its various strengths and weaknesses, Josh cleared away and returned to the sofa. He carefully preserved a distance between them, sitting in one corner, turning his body so that he was facing her. An awkward silence descended then, the companionable atmosphere that had settled between them sliding away. Donna stared nervously into her wine glass as if she could somehow find a way to proceed at the bottom of it, and Josh was leaning his head back, eyes closed. She felt him shift his position and snap his head up to look at her.
‘So…’ He spoke quietly and Donna tensed immediately, wondering what was coming next. Josh had an unpredictable look in his eye and that fact alone worried her. For all the years she’d known him, she’d been able to read him, understand him and, as she’d joked, anticipate his every need. But for the past few months, it had felt as though she was working with someone she barely knew.
She watched him carefully, realising he was working himself up to something. If she hadn’t been so anxious, she might have found the situation mildly amusing – Josh Lyman lost for words wasn’t something that happened very often!
Donna finally raised her eyes to his face, and found that he was looking at her intently. She was strangely relieved to realise that she knew what he wanted to say.
For his part, Josh was watching the expressions of uncertainty crossing Donna’s face and was silently cursing himself for having put them there. In the past they had usually talked their way out of these awkward silences - teased, misdirected, joked – but now … now there were things that needed to be said before they could move on. He was preparing to speak when he heard Donna say, in little more than a whisper -
‘Ask me.’
‘What?’
‘Ask me the question,’ she repeated.
‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’ He was stalling for time and they both knew it.
‘Yes you do, Josh. Ask me the question you most want an answer to right now.’ He sat uncharacteristically still for a moment, and then shifted towards her a little, tucking one leg up under him and placing an arm along the back of the sofa.
He took a deep breath. ‘Why did you quit?’
‘Nearly,’ she smiled back.
Josh raised his eyes to hers. ‘Why did you leave me?’
Donna couldn’t look away – in his eyes she saw again what she had glimpsed and turned away from weeks before – pain, loss, longing… and what she now recognised as love.
‘I had to. I couldn’t do it any more,’ she said, matter-of-factly.
‘Couldn’t do what?’
‘I couldn’t come into work day after day and have you look at me like that,’ she finished, her voice breaking a little.
‘Like what?’
‘Like I was nothing more than your assistant.’
‘I didn’t-‘
‘Josh, once I got back from Germany, something changed. Maybe even before then, I don’t know, but after… what happened to me, I did a lot of thinking, and realised that I wanted more. I didn’t want to be your timekeeper anymore.’ She sighed, and forced herself to continue. ‘I wanted something from the job that I wasn’t getting, I …’ she looked away, at her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. ‘I wanted something from *you* that I wasn’t getting.’ The words came tumbling out, and she found she was surprised by their honesty.
‘Donna-
‘Please, just let me finish,’ Donna breathed deeply before looking him directly in the eye once more. ‘After Gaza, you and I seemed to drift. I don’t know what happened but I couldn’t understand what you wanted from me anymore. I thought I knew you inside out but then afterwards - after the accident…I don’t know, but I felt…like it was somehow my fault, like I was being punished. I was back to being just your assistant, and I couldn’t handle you looking at me as if that’s all I could be,’ she finished softly, remembering how she’d felt so lost and broken, all those months ago.
‘I didn’t blame you,’ Josh said finally. ‘Not in the way you mean, but when you were hurt, I …I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t believe how much it scared me. People I love have a habit of dying or getting hurt, and when it was you, it was… I’ve never felt so – so *helpless* – and it was terrifying. So I thought that if I…‘ he broke off, finding it hard to continue. ‘Distance was easier,’ he admitted, sounding almost ashamed, yet knowing she would understand.
‘Josh, it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t have stayed anyway. It wasn’t healthy – not for either of us, and I needed to show myself – and maybe you – that I could do more. But Josh, you have to know this - leaving was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.’
Donna swallowed nervously, watching Josh take in everything she had said. It occurred to her that for two people who had spent the better part of nine years talking to each other, they had never had a conversation so fraught with honesty.
Josh cleared his throat. ‘I’m sorry you felt that way – that I made you feel that way.’ He smiled nervously, and Donna moved a little closer, grabbing the hand that was tracing circles on the back of the sofa and lacing her fingers through his.
‘I just want you to understand, Josh - after Germany I thought… I thought maybe we could be more than friends, but when I got back it seemed like we weren’t even that any more, and it was killing me.‘ She smiled, suddenly. ‘God – that sounds so melodramatic!’
He grinned. ‘Glad to see some things never change…’
Donna swatted his arm. Josh’s smile faded and he reached over to run a finger along her cheek.
‘You have to know this, Donna - you were never *just* an assistant to me,’ he whispered, and was rewarded with possibly the brightest smile he’d ever seen.
The look in her eyes, which were shimmering brightly was enough to drive every other thought out of Josh’s head, as he finally closed the distance between them and kissed her. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth willingly under his when his tongue demanded entry, running her hands up over his back and through the hair at the base of his neck.
‘I’ve been waiting to do that again since this morning,’ he said breathlessly as he pulled away.
‘Well, what took you so long?’ Donna grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to her, running her thumb lightly along his bottom lip before kissing him again.
The kiss quickly escalated, Donna making little sounds in the back of her throat that Josh found unbelievably arousing. He moaned softly as he felt her tongue sliding against his as they explored each others mouths; her nails were scratching lightly at the back of his neck and he could feel the softness and warmth of her body as she leaned into him. His senses were on overload – if he’d had any blood left in his brain to think about it, he’d have likened this feeling to intoxication or a drug induced high. Gently, he began to push her back into the cushions of the sofa, shifting them both slightly so that her legs, which had been curled under her, were lying across his lap. Breaking the kiss, Donna chuckled.
‘Very slick manoeuvre there Josh - how many times’ve you practiced that one?’
‘Donna!’ He looked slightly offended. ‘I remember somebody telling me once that women like to be wooed – so cut me some slack here, OK?’
She grinned at him. ‘So this is wooing, huh?’
‘Well it would be if you’d stop talking long enough for… you know, this doesn’t happen very often -’
‘What doesn’t?’
‘The wooing, Donna! It’s… I’m like a solar eclipse.’
‘Let’s hope you’re not as fast a solar eclipse,’ she shot back, as she turned her body towards his and looping her arms around his neck, began to kiss her way along his jawline.
Josh shifted so that he was on his side, lying slightly across her on the sofa, settling one leg between both of hers. He placed a hand on her hip and pulled back, looking at her intently.
‘This is generally the quiet section of the evening… less talking, more action,’ he said softly, as he began to nibble at her neck whilst running a hand gently over her torso.
‘The thing is…’ Donna sighed, very quickly losing her train of thought as she felt his fingers graze her skin under her shirt.
‘What’s the thing?’ Josh asked quietly, in a tone of voice that made her shiver. She couldn’t see his face but she felt him grinning.
‘I’ve never been that good at quiet time,’ she groaned as she felt his hand graze the underside of her breast.
‘Why am I not surprised?’ he mumbled as his tongue gently traced its way along her neckline to her jaw.
Donna meanwhile had decided to pay attention to the fact that this was the ‘action’ portion of the evening, and began to run her hands under his sweater over his back. It was a really nice back, she reflected, feeling his muscles bunching under her fingers as she ran her hand around his side, up under his arm and back again. She heard him draw in a sharp breath and felt him flinch involuntarily as she brushed the back of her hand lightly across his stomach, dipping one finger just inside the waistband of his jeans.
‘That a sensitive spot for you, Josh?’ she really hadn’t meant for that to come out so breathlessly, but his hand had started moving across her bare stomach and the warmth of his touch had sent a shock tingling through her body. She almost whimpered when he stopped kissing her neck and pushed up to grin down at her.
‘You could say that whole area is pretty receptive to touch,’ he whispered huskily before leaning over again, this time settling so that he was half on top of her, and placing a series of feather light kisses on her lips, her cheek, her jaw. Donna slid her hand back up under Josh’s sweater and ran her fingers lightly up and down his spine. He groaned quietly and she felt him shudder at her touch - she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh, and she desperately wanted him to kiss her properly, wanted to feel the pressure of his mouth on hers. She felt him draw back again, and hearing him chuckling, opened her eyes.
‘Oh my God Lyman, you’re such a tease!’ she pouted, and Josh burst out laughing.
‘What?’ Donna gasped.
‘Didn’t realise how horny you were?’
‘Didn’t realise how much of a tease you are!’
‘You have no idea,’ he grumbled as she pulled him back down to her licking at his bottom lip, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, showing him what she needed.
‘Still seeking to control me, I see…’ Josh muttered against her lips when she finally let him up for air.
‘Yeah… but you love it…’ Donna replied, gently toying with the curls at the back of his neck.
‘The sad thing is that I do…’ he sighed, smiling gently. She smiled brightly at him and he realised that he was probably sporting his own version of her goofy grin.
‘OK. I think we need to get up now.’ Josh pulled back, clambered his way over her and stood up. Donna looked disappointed, immediately missing his warmth and the weight of his body pressing against hers.
‘But…’
‘No buts, Donna.’ He held out his hand. ‘C’mon.’
Reluctantly, she sat up and took his hand, and Josh could have sworn he heard her grumbling something like ‘I wasn’t done with you yet’ under her breath as he pulled her up off the sofa.
‘Can’t wait, huh?’ he grinned at her.
She rolled her eyes. ‘Get over yourself, would you?’
‘There’s someone else I’d much rather get over,’ he quipped, pulling her into his arms and burying his face in her hair.
Donna slapped his ass lightly at the dreadful double-entendre and then brought her hand up a bit higher and slid it down the back of his jeans, pulling him even closer, feeling the hard length of him pressing into her. Josh moaned, dropping a quick kiss on her lips.
‘Donna, Donna, Donna.’ He shook his head. ‘Skipping straight ahead to second base.’
‘Are you complaining?’ she arched an eyebrow at him.
‘Nope. Not at all, you skip ahead to any base you like,’ he said, kissing her again. ‘It’s just if you keep this up, you’re gonna kill me before we actually get to the bed, and I had a few things planned for *that* portion of the evening.’
‘Really?’
‘Oh yeah… you told me you roll and I wouldn’t want to miss that.’
‘That’s not all I do, you know…’ Pulling back slightly, she moved her hand to his belt buckle, ‘accidentally’ brushing her hand against the obvious bulge at the front of his jeans - and was surprised when he swatted her away.
‘Bed – now!’ he said urgently, and despite herself, Donna was thrilled by the forcefulness in his voice.
She arched an eyebrow as she looked him up and down. ‘You can actually walk in that state?’
‘Very funny – considering it’s all your fault!’
Before she could respond to that, however, Josh had put an arm around her back, the other under her legs and swung her up into his arms.
‘What the hell are you…?’
‘Hey! I hope you’re not insinuating I’m too old to sweep you off your feet?’ Donna dissolved into peals of laughter against his neck, as he walked down the hall, kicked open the bedroom door and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed.
‘Ooof!’
He grinned lopsidedly at her and stood by the side of the bed, hands on his hips. He looked down at Donna, propped up on her elbows, lying on *his* bed and thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful. His grin faded as she sat up and pulled her shirt over her head and then shimmied out of her pants to reveal the lacy underwear she’d selected with such care earlier. She realised she’d made a good choice – she seemed to have rendered the biggest mouth in Washington speechless for the second time that evening, and it felt pretty good. Josh was breathing rapidly, giving her a heated look that sent her libido into overdrive.
‘Josh…’ she whispered.
‘Hm?’
‘You gonna stand there and look or…?’
He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. ‘If I’d known all those years ago that you looked this good in your underwear, I’d never have hired you,’ he said, and she knew he was only half-joking.
‘Josh – ‘ she scooted closer to him and taking his chin in her hand, turned his face to hers. ‘We’re here now, and that’s all that matters, right? Everything we’ve been through – it wasn’t for nothing, OK? Because otherwise, we might not be here now.’
He leaned in then and kissed her, almost chastely this time, his lips moving gently on hers. When they broke apart, both breathing heavily, Donna tugged gently at his sweater.
‘Take it off, Josh,’ she said softly, ‘I want to see you.’ He didn’t say anything, just stood and did as she asked, pulling off his sweater and undershirt at the same time. The next time he saw Donna, he noticed she was biting her lip, a look of naked desire on her face.
‘What?’
Donna seemed to be having a hard time getting her eyes up as far as his face, but she got there eventually and smiled at him.
‘If I’d known you looked this good without your shirt on, I’d have gone to work for C.J.’
He snorted, and made to join her on the bed, but Donna stopped him with just a look.
‘What now?’
Donna looked pointedly at his groin. ‘Lose the pants.’
‘You’re a control freak, you know that?’
‘Spoken like one who knows…’
‘Yeah, yeah, yeah…’ Josh grumbled unconvincingly as he readily complied with her instructions.
‘OK now?’ As he stood there smirking, wearing just his boxers, hands on his hips, hair a mess, Donna thought she’d never seen anything so sexy in her life.
‘Perfect.’
‘Thank God.’
He covered her body with his, wanting to touch every inch of her, to love every inch of her, silently thanking whichever deity it was that had brought her back to him whole and wanting him. The sensation of her flesh against his was incredible, she was soft and warm, everything he’d known she’d be on those rare occasions he’d actually allowed himself to indulge in those kinds of thoughts about her. He kissed her again, and shifted slightly to the side so that he could run his hands over her body, gratified to hear her soft moans when his hands brushed against the lace of her bra.
‘Donna…’ he paused in the exploration of her collarbone he was making with his tongue. ‘You look fantastic in this, but…’ before he could finish, she’d reached behind her to unsnap the clasp and quickly slid the straps down her arms, dropping the bra onto the floor beside the bed.
‘…you’re … exquisite.’ Josh brought a hand up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing lightly across her nipple. She moaned loudly, and instinctively brought her fist to her mouth, to stifle the sound. Josh took her hand away. ‘Donna…please don’t… I want to hear you… it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.’
Donna gasped, as he began to move his hand further down her body. ‘I don’t think your neighbors would approve.’
‘To hell with the neighbors,’ Josh growled as he bent his head to nuzzle her breast and dipped his hand under the waistband of her panties.
Donna arched her back, helping him to take them off, moaning as he touched her, learning what she liked. She cried out as the intensity of the feelings building in her became too much until finally the dam burst and she was calling his name over and over…
When her breathing had evened out, she looked at Josh, who was propped up on one elbow smiling down at her, his other hand brushing lightly over her belly.
She couldn’t help but smile back.
‘Hey, you.’
His smile got wider, then he leaned down for a lingering kiss. Pulling back so that he could look at her again, Josh brushed a stray strand of hair off her face.
‘You OK?’ he asked.
‘No…’ she said, pulling him down for another kiss ‘… I’m much better than OK.’
This kiss was leisurely - hot, open-mouthed, tongues exploring, tangling together, neither of them able to get enough of the other.
‘Donna?’
‘I’m good’ she said in response to his unasked question. ‘You?’
‘Never better,’ he breathed as he sank into her slowly…
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Panting heavily, Josh lowered himself gently, rolling to one side.
‘Donna…’
He could hear her trying to catch her breath too, as she lay on her back, one arm above her head, the other resting lightly on her stomach.
Josh propped himself on one elbow, and tenderly traced the line of Donna’s jaw with one finger. Turning onto her side to face him, she caught his hand, and brought it to her lips, kissing his palm, before placing it on her cheek and holding it there.
‘You know you’re everything to me, right?’ Josh asked her, softly.
She nodded. ‘And you know I love you?’
He smiled. ‘I think I got the general idea, yeah.’ He dropped a soft kiss on her lips. ‘I’m a happy guy.’
‘You’re really quite something,’ Donna teased, ‘when you’re not being, you know, you.’
‘Thanks… I think?’
Donna stifled a yawn, and shivered slightly at the same time.
‘Cold?’
‘A little.’
Josh got off the bed, and lifted the covers. ‘Get in, I’ll warm you up,’ he grinned.
Donna scooted under the covers and Josh slid in behind her, wrapping his body around hers, nuzzling the back of her neck.
‘So… what do you want to do tomorrow?’ Donna asked, sleepily, a languid smile on her face.
‘Are you kidding me? It took me nine years to get you here – you think I’m gonna let you out of this bed ever again?’ she felt his smile against the back of her neck and sighed contentedly, putting her arms over his which were wrapped around her waist.
‘ ‘s what I thought.’
Donna felt him drop a kiss on the back of her neck, and snuggled back against him.
‘Always thought you’d be a cuddler.’
Josh propped himself up on his elbow and gently pushed Donna’s shoulder so she rolled onto her back.
‘Always?’ he was grinning.
‘What? Oh come on – you can’t tell me you never thought about…’ she waved her hand between them ‘…this?’
*Only about five times an hour.* He pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair.
‘Of course I did. I’m just sorry –‘
She cut him off. ‘No, Josh. Don’t. I told you before – what matters is that we’re here now. I love you - I want to be with you and I’m happy. Let’s not rehash the past. We’ve both… done things we’re not so proud of, and I don’t want to think about that any more. Not now.’
Josh ran a finger down Donna’s cheek and leaned in to kiss her softly. ‘OK,’ he whispered against her lips. She smiled and turned back so that they could spoon together again. He took the advantage this position afforded him to kiss the back of her neck and along her shoulder.
‘Josh?’
‘Hm?’
‘How are we...? I mean, what do we do now?’
‘Now as in *now*, or now as in about half an hour?’ she felt him grinning, and swatted his leg gently.
‘Half an hour? That’s optimistic! I mean, you’re not twenty any more!’
‘That’s the second time tonight you’ve found a way to call me old! Keep that up and you won’t be getting any repeat performances.’ Donna snorted.
‘This from a man who said he couldn’t resist me.’
‘Yeah, well, I’ve had a lot of practice at self-restraint.’
Donna grinned wickedly, and wriggled her backside against him. ‘Not when I’m doing this, you haven’t!’
He moved his hand to her breast under the sheet, and began to kiss his way alongher shoulder, up her neck and gently sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Donna gasped, amazed that she was becoming aroused again so quickly – and wriggled again.
Josh chuckled against her neck. ‘Donnatella Moss, you’re an evil, evil woman.’
Donna turned to face him, pushing him onto his back and straddling him with one quick movement.
‘But…?’ she raised an eyebrow.
He sighed and pulled her down for a kiss.
‘I love it…’
She pushed herself up on his chest and traced a dimple with her finger. ‘I meant at work. What do we do…. About work?’
He tucked an arm under his head. ‘We just carry on as normal. Much as I’d like to shout about this from the rooftop of headquarters, I think we should try to fly under the radar for as long as we can. I’ll tell the Congressman and Leo, but other than that, if people find out, they find out – I’m not going to deny anything. Not any more. I’ve had enough denial to last a lifetime.’
She was silent for a moment, and Josh was worried he’d said the wrong thing.
‘Donna? This is important – I want to get this right. We’ll play it however you want, OK?’
She smiled. ‘You’re getting it right, Josh. ‘
He looked relieved. ‘Oh. OK’
Donna couldn’t resist him any more. He had looked so concerned at her question – his forehead crinkling in that way he had when he was seriously considering something – and then his words – he really could be very sweet sometimes.
She leaned in again, running her tongue over his bottom lip, nipping at it gently, licking, biting, sucking – then his hands were in her hair, on her ass, all over her, pulling her into him, and she could feel him stirring beneath her.
‘Really, Joshua…‘ she growled into his ear.
‘Don’t you dare make another crack about my age.’ He moved a hand to her breast.
Donna moaned. ‘Wouldn’t dream of it…’
The End
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