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Author: Yana
Rating: R
Spoilers: I guess a tiny one for IITL
Disclaimer: Absolutely, totally, not my characters.
"Remind me why I'm here, Josh?" Donna groaned from her current location sprawled on the slick, wet concrete of the storage room floor.
"Well, about ten seconds ago you probably took a wrong step, and those cheap sneakers of yours - "
"Josh!" she yelled at him, frustrated. She climbed gingerly to her feet, trying to assess whether anything was seriously hurt. "I'm going to bruise. Right here." She rubbed the hip that had caught the brunt of the fall.
"C'mon, Donna. Help me look. My mom said it was around in this area."
Donna walked - carefully - over to Josh. "Why didn't all of this go to Florida with her?"
"Place isn't big enough," he said briefly, craning his neck to check the boxes stacked highest.
"Why don't you keep this stuff at your place instead of renting this death trap of a storage space?"
"I don't think you truly appreciate the amount of Lyman family crap in here."
"I do," said Donna, looking around at the stacks of boxes. "But I bet if you took one box home every week - Oh!" She broke off. "A steamer trunk!"
"Yeah," said Josh absently.
"It's so big!"
"Yeah, that's why Mom never threw it away. Apparently they don't make them this big anymore."
Donna admired the smooth veneer of the trunk for a moment. She looked briefly over at Josh and realized he was completely engrossed in his search. Wanting a better look, she slid the trunk carefully away from a stack of boxes and yelped as said boxes teetered.
"Uh, Donna? You really don't want those boxes to fall."
"Sorry. I bet they're fragile."
"Nah, just heavy," said Josh. "If I'm not mistaken, that's my dad's law library."
"Should they be in this damp, musty hell hole?" she snarked.
"Sealed in plastic."
Deciding Josh was way too absorbed to care, she finished liberating the trunk and heaved open the lid.
"It's empty!" she exclaimed.
"Hmmm?"
"Oh, except there's a piece of paper in the bottom." She leaned down to retrieve it and her treacherous shoes slipped again. She overbalanced and tumbled headfirst into the trunk.
"Aaaaaaah! Ow!" she howled.
"Donna, quit messing around."
"Josh!" She struggled to rearrange her limbs. "A little help, here? I feel like I'm laying in my own coffin."
"Donna!" He'd wanted to get this errand over with as soon as possible. He quickly strode towards her. "From now on, could you please not touch anythiiiiii - aaaaah!"
His own shoes had caught the perilous puddle in front of the trunk, and he tumbled into the case on top of her. His momentum sent the trunk skidding those few critical inches into the stacks of boxes and he turned his head upwards just in time to see the lid coming down, the sharp hasp looking to plant itself in his leg. He ducked instinctively, drawing his legs inside.
THUNK.
"Ow!" Donna raged against the complete blackness inside the trunk. "Move your damn knee, Josh!"
"Wait - shhh." He tried to cover her mouth with his hand but ended up sticking his fingers up her nose. She squirmed underneath him but didn't say anything.
Together they listened to the creaking, then the silence, then the crashing of boxes outside. Donna started in terror when the trunk shuddered and shook as hundreds of pounds of legal texts smashed themselves against the lid.
"Josh," she whispered.
"Wait - " The final boxes tumbled down. "Okay, it's safe." He tried to push up on the lid with his free arm.
It didn't move.
"Uh, sorry, Donna."
"What? Ow!" she said as his full weight came down on her. He shifted so he could push up with both hands.
"Ow - ow! Ow!" Donna continued to complain. "You know you're like, kneeling on my gut, right?"
"Yeah." Josh gave the lid another experimental push. Nothing.
"Ow! And when you shove up on the lid, and it doesn't move, your knees dig into my stomach!"
"Uh, yeah," muttered Josh, shifting his weight from one knee to the other and trying to get a better purchase on the lid.
"That's not an invitation to rearrange my intestines!" Donna screamed. Or, at least, she started loud. She trailed off into a high pitched squeak as suddenly, she found it very hard to breathe. Panting, she decided it was time for more direct action and drove both her fists into Josh's thighs.
She was rewarded with a groan of pain and the feel of his knees slipping off her. She sucked in some air but her relief was short-lived, as Josh's full weight came crashing down on her.
"Oof!" He grunted as he landed. "Donna, what the hell? I think I hit my head," he whined. "I could be bleeding. Donna?"
He was met with silence.
"Donna - " He scrabbled beside her head to find the floor of the trunk and pushed himself up on his arms. "Donna!"
"Knees off my groin." she wheezed.
He managed to settle his knees between hers. "Donna, I'm sorry. Can you move at all?"
"Josh," she whispered.
"Yes?"
"Josh," she breathed even more faintly.
He bent down close to her face and felt the warm soft tickle of her breath on his neck. "I'm here," he said.
"Jo-" her breath seemed to leave her and he leaned even closer.
"I'm here," he whispered.
"GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" she bellowed in his ear.
"Ow!" He reared up on his knees to get away from her, hit his head on
the trunk lid, and bounced back down to his former position like a rubber
ball.
"Donna! That time I really did hit my head!"
"Get me out of here."
"That wasn't very nice!" he protested.
"Get me out of here."
"I thought we were having a moment!"
"Get me - what?"
"You know, a moment!"
"What kind of moment would that be?"
"Well, your voice got all soft and breathy - "
"Oxygen deprivation."
"And you kept saying my name - "
"Is there anyone else here."
"And, I don't know, the position we're in - "
"Excuse me?"
"You know, me on top, you underneath, your legs wrapped around mine - "
"We fell into a trunk, Josh. I fell in first, that's why I'm on the bottom. My legs are twisted up with yours in this unnatural position - " She paused to shift them and was rewarded with a yelp. " - because this trunk isn't six feet long!"
"You're awfully touchy about being on the bottom."
"Josh!"
"Do you prefer to be on top?"
"Shut up."
"Because it's kinda cramped in here, but we could try moving if you want, or, I don't know, I could try and convert you."
"You're a pig."
"Would that make me a missionary?"
"Josh! I'm really not having this conversation with you now."
"Now? Does that mean later - "
"Josh! Would you please lose the sex talk?"
"I can't help it, Donna. I'm a man," he smirked. "A man who is currently pressed against the beautiful body of a soft, warm, willing woman - "
"Excuse me. Willing?"
"You're not?" He was taken aback.
"Have I said anything to indicate that?"
"Well, I thought - "
"Aha! There's the problem."
"You're not willing?"
"Irritated would be a better word."
"I'm sorry, Donna," he stammered. "I thought - if I've made this situation more uncomfortable for you - "
"Josh," she interrupted him. "Just not in a steamer trunk, okay?"
"What? So - mmmmph - "
The darkness inside the trunk went silent for several minutes.
"Damn," he said when they broke apart.
"What now?"
"You're wearing jeans."
"Tight jeans. You like?"
"Right now, I was kind of hoping for a loose, billowy skirt."
"And thong underwear, the kind you could tear right off."
"Oh, god. Don't say things like that."
"Why?" she asked innocently. She let her fingers trail over his own jeans in the dark until they found the bulge at the front.
"Oh, god."
"Besides, I said not in a steamer trunk," Donna continued, her hands working at opening his fly. "If you wanted to touch me properly you'd have to balance on one arm or else you'd crush me."
"Oh, god, Donna."
"On the other hand," she said, slipping under his boxers to grasp his cock. She paused as he cried out. "Both my hands are available." She tugged his clothing downwards to free him. "And it's dark in here. Maybe you could pretend." She gripped him tightly with both hands.
"Donna, I can't - "
"It's okay, Josh. We don't have room for anything else. So let's do what we can." She licked her palms to provide some extra lubrication and began to stroke him.
Eventually, though, she didn't have to do much at all. His hips started thrusting harder and she let him slide through her tight grip. The trunk started to move across the floor in time to Josh's thrusts. An occasional thump could be heard as books were dislodged from the lid.
As he neared the end, though, he realized what was going to happen. "Donna, I can't, I'm going to - " he grated out.
"It's okay," she whispered into his ear. "Come on. Come on." She stroked him harder, quickening the pace. She was getting fairly aroused herself as she felt the power in his thrusts and heard his harsh breathing in her ear. "Come on. Come on," she whispered in time with his thrusts. "Come for me. Come on me."
He groaned out loud. "That's it. Come on me," she repeated. "Come all over me."
His hips sped up again and he cried out.
"I want you." she murmured in his ear. "I want you on me."
"Donna - " He thrust into her hands again and again as he came. He knew he'd poured himself all over her.
He collapsed one arm so that he was resting on his forearm and used his free hand to trace her face in the darkness. "Donna." He leaned down to kiss her.
A few minutes later she pulled away. "Josh," she whispered.
"Yes?" He leaned close.
"Get me the hell out of here," she breathed.
"Right." He sighed.
Now that he had his knees planted firmly on the bottom of the trunk, it only took a few shoves to dislodge the books and open the lid. Light streamed in and they both blinked.
"Donna - " He looked down at her spotless T-shirt. "Donna - " he repeated.
She grinned and lifted her shirt hem up over her bra. He groaned as he saw the trail of come - his come - clinging to the curves of her belly and breasts. "It's a little messy, but I think it's a good look for me," she said.
"Not bad," he said. "But I've got a better idea."
"Not in the steamer trunk, Josh," she said, tugging his boxers up over his semi-hard erection.
"Fine," he said, doing up his jeans and climbing out. "But just wait till I get you home." He offered her his hand.
This time, neither of them slipped.
THE END