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Author: Yana
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Minor, through Season Three
Disclaimer: The West Wing and its characters don’t belong
to me. I’m borrowing someone else’s property without telling them...shhh...
Archive: Please ask.
"Oh, god, I am so ready to be home." Donna sinks into the passenger's seat of Josh's car.
"Is your roomate back yet?" asks Josh.
"No, not 'til next week."
"At which point..."
"I will be kicking her ass into next month."
"Have fun with that."
"Thanks." Donna sighs and lets her head fall back against the headrest.
Casting a quick glance at her frowning face, Josh decides to ask the question that had been bugging him all day. It's stupid, he knows, and he's aware that he shouldn't have let it bother him at all...but it still niggles in the back of his head. He had to put it out there, so he could get over it and move on.
"So," he begins casually.
"Mmm?"
"You never told me why you kissed me."
Donna shrugs. "It was just an impulse. I wanted to say thank you."
Her offhand explanation should have been enough, but for some reason he isn't satisfied. "You did say thank you."
"You know what I mean. I was very grateful, Josh, and I wanted to show you how much. Words didn't seem like enough."
He should let it go at that, but he can't help but grin. "So you were 'quick peck on the lips' grateful? I don't rate any tongue for last night?"
"Josh!" She snickers.
"No, seriously." He warms to his idea. "Is there, like, a rating system? I buy the takeout every night, I get a smile. I drive you home, I get a thank you. I bail you out of jail, I get a kiss..."
She turns to him and smirks, watching him gesture with one hand as he pulls up in front of her house. When he finishes parking, he looks over at her and grins back.
"Something like that," she answers.
"In that case, you owe me big time."
"Whatever, Josh."
"Wait..." He pauses, a mock frown on his face. "When is our anniversary again?"
She sighs. "February."
"I'm not sure it was."
"I can't believe you're dredging up that..."
"It's at least worth some tongue, Donna."
She flushes. "Josh..." His smirk is firmly in place. "Fine."
He pulls back quickly. "What?"
"I said fine. Come here, let me kiss you."
His mouth goes dry. "Donna, no."
"Oh, I see how it is, you're chicken."
"I'm not! But..."
"Bwaaak bwak bwak..."
"You're clucking like a chicken now."
"Bwaaak bwak bwak..."
He tries not to smile. "We're in the car, Donna. Might I remind you how we got into trouble last night?"
She opens the car door and nods her head towards her building with an inviting smile. "Bwak bwak."
A knot of tension is slowly forming in his stomach, but he shuts off the car engine anyway and follows her up the steps to her apartment. "You're a chicken, then."
"Bwak."
"This is getting old really quickly."
She flashes a grin at him and his insides suddenly clench with arousal. He tries to think, to organize in his mind what just happened. He'd asked for a kiss and she said yes. He'e said 'not in the car', and now she succeeding in getting him into her apartment.
Her apartment. He shoots a quick glance over his shoulder as he enters the building and is relieved to see that the street is deserted -- no illicit photos will surface tomorrow.
His brain shuts down completely at the sound of her key unlocking the door. She goes in first and holds the door for him.
She doesn't let him get past her, though. As he passes she slams the door and turns swiftly. Suddenly his back is pushed up against the wall, her body is pressing into him, and her lips on his. She coaxes his mouth open and slips her tongue inside.
When she tries to end the kiss, he isn't aware of his groan as his hands reach for her, pulling her closer, cupping her head so that he can explore her mouth even as she explores his. Their kisses go on and on, seconds stretch into minute after minute of hot, wet mouths caressing each other.
When she finally does pull away, she tugs him farther into the apartment, leading him down the hall. He realizes where she's taking him and suddenly stops walking.
"Donna..." He stands stock still, not letting her budge him.
She comes up to him and kisses him again, long and slow. When she pulls away, he's breathing heavily. Smirking, she says, "I always pay what I owe, Josh. And I think it's time I show you exactly how grateful I am for all you've done for me."
"No, Donna, you don't..."
"And then maybe we could work out a rating system for you, too." Her hand slides down to his erection and she lets her fingers drag over his length. "Just how grateful are you that I'm still here, working for you?"
With her touching him like that, he can't form a response. He tries to resist, but she backs him towards her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. The backs of his legs hit the mattress and he collapses on the bed.
"Oof." He grunts as Donna pounces on top of him.
She's got his jacket open and pulls his tie off slowly, sensually, before getting to the buttons of his shirt. Her mouth follows her hands, pressing wet, open kisses across his chest as she exposes his skin. Reaching his stomach, she yanks the shirt out of his pants and gets to work on his belt and fly, all the while tonguing the soft, hairy skin of his lower belly.
"Lift your hips." The command is a murmur and he reacts unthinkingly. He's shocked when suddenly he's naked from the waist down, Donna kneeling at the foot of the bed to get his shoes and socks off.
"Donna." He tries to sit up and suddenly she's there, shrugging his jacket and shirt off his shoulders and tossing them off the bed. "You don't have to..."
Her lips meet his to silence him. When the kiss ends, she finds herself on her back with Josh's naked body weighting her down. "It's easy, Josh." She smiles up at him and he's only able to realise that he's truly forgotten what he had been going to say. "Just think about how grateful you are for all the things I do for you."
He frowns, opening his mouth, but she keeps talking. "For instance, how grateful are you that I moved your thing with Peters up today, so that Sam had to take the Caldwell meeting alone?"
Her question halts his line of thought. "You did that?"
"Yeah," she smiles.
His mouth descends on hers. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he murmurs between kisses.
"See? Easy," Donna says a while later, a bit out of breath.
"What else am I grateful for?"
"Well, let me see...I work every hour God sends to keep your office running."
He tilts his head and lifts his gaze to the ceiling, as if thinking for a moment. "Okay, that works."
"Josh!" Her protest is cut off by his mouth and hands. Realising she'll be naked soon, she decides to let him focus on his task.
Her blouse and bra come off first, with him mumbling things into her skin which make her giggle. Things like, "and this is for last Sunday, when you came in at six a.m. and didn't leave until midnight," followed by him pulling a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
"Josh!" she cries out. He grins and starts laving her other breast. Her skirt and panty hose are coming off gradually, as he feels the need to lift his head to tell her a new date every so often.
"January 18th." He places an open mouth kiss on her hip, then drags her pantyhose down her thigh. "February 7th." His tongue circles a spot on her newly exposed skin. "March 13th." He nips the space behind her knee.
"Oh, Josh!" she gasps. He grins and she feels compelled to ask what she did on March 13th that was so special.
He shrugs. "Whatever it was, I was very grateful."
"So you're just making things up." She props herself up on her elbows so she can look at him and her breasts jiggle with the movement. He's caught up staring at them for a moment, before returning to his task of making her completely naked.
He shrugs. "Not really. I know I was probably grateful for something that day." He finishes with her pantyhose and takes a moment to study her naked body, lying smooth and expectant on the bed. "God, you're beautiful."
She meets his eyes. "So are you."
He smiles at that, then has a thought. "Wait. I know something else I'm grateful for."
"Something specific?" she asked with a smile.
"You could say that." He starts dropping kisses on her thighs and her legs part slightly as she shivers.
He's working his way towards her sex. Realising that, she bites back a moan of anticipation. His mouth hovers over her mound and he breathes out softly, causing her nerve endings to twitch and tingle.
"What was it?"
He grins and places a gentle kiss at the top of her labia. "You didn't take that job."
"Aaah." She can't manage anything more. His hands part her thighs, making room for him to kneel between her legs.
"It was a lot of money, but you turned it down."
"You found out?"
"What your starting salary was going to be? Of course."
"How?"
He chooses that moment to slip his tongue into her folds, and she loses the power of speech.
“It was you, Donna.. Of course I knew.”
“Josh...” she whispers.
“But you stayed. Let me show you how grateful I am that you did.”
When she comes, she cries his name. He holds her hips as they arch off the bed, still suckling at her clitoris, until the last of the shudders pass through her body.
Even though her breathing hasn’t yet returned to normal, she pulls him up and kisses him, tasting herself on his mouth. “Thank you,” she breathes.
“Thank *you*. Whaaaa--”His voice trails off as she flips them over on the bed and starts working her way down his body.
“Wait,” he says.
“What?”
“First, you have to tell me what you’re grateful for.”
“Really?” she smirks. “And if I can’t think of anything?”
“Then I will.”
“Oh.” She decides she’d rather not have him choose to remind her of anything in particular. “Hmmm.”
“You can’t think of anything,” he accuses.
“I can so!” She starts placing kisses on his thighs and stomach absently, hoping to keep him quiet, or at least incoherent, while she thinks of something appropriate.
Her strategy works to a certain extent. The more she tries to think, though, the more blank her mind becomes. It doesn’t help that when she shifted halfway down the bed to give her mouth comfortable access to his cock, her sex had come in contact with his foot. He’s now taking the time to wriggle his toes in her damp, curling hair.
“You should let me think of something,” he manages to get out. “After all, I let you list off things for me.”
She looks up at him, mildly panicked. “No, I can think of something.” She takes a deep breath. “There’s always...you know...”
“Donna, no.”
“Why not?”
“That’s...not something...that’s too serious.”
“We’re not being serious?” The words fly out of her mouth before she can stop them.
He sits up suddenly, and she does too. “We are...” he begins.
She wraps her arms around his neck and pushes him back down on the bed, kissing him. “I know.” she admits between kisses. “I don’t want to joke about that either.”
“It’s just...we shouldn’t.”
“Yeah...” Their mouths meet again and she wonders how she ever went this long without kissing him.
When she starts moving her lips down his torso once more, he chuckles. “So do I start making a list?”
“Nope. I have one.” All of a sudden, she’s remembered something.
“Really?”
She drags her tongue lazily over his lower belly. “Yup.”
“Don’t keep me in suspense, then.”
“Oh, I think I will.”
“Donna...”
She lets her mouth hover over his cock and breathes on the tip. He says her name again, in a much different tone of voice.
Grinning, she looks up at him. “This one’s for Mrs. Morello.” Then she bends her head and starts to swirl her tongue around his erection. When she finally takes him into her mouth, he lets out a long, throaty moan.
Eventually he pulls her away, not wanting to waste the erection just yet. She lets him fall out of her mouth and walks her hands up his body so she’s straddling him.
She grins at his pleasure-hazed expression. “Thank you,” she says again, unable to hide her amusement.
He manages to muster a comeback. “I doubt Mrs. Morello would have approved of what you just did for her.”
“I’m willing to take that chance.”
“So, now...” he tangles his legs with hers, “we have to move on to the big stuff.”
“And it’s sooo big, Josh.”
“Are you serious? You’re really sassing me at a time like this?”
She grins and reaches past him to rummage in her nighttable drawer. “I’m sorry. Let me show you how grateful I am that this hasn’t expired.”
He looks at the packet she’s dropped on his chest. “Just one?”
She grabs the box out of the drawer. “Better?”
“Oh, yes. Allow me to show you how grateful I am that you have a whole box of those.” He rolls her underneath him and tickles her until she giggles.
When she’s breathless, he rests his forearms on either side of her head and leans down to kiss her. She moans immediately and his body instinctively sinks down onto her. Skin pressed against skin, the kiss is drawn out, longer and longer, their limbs entwining, embracing.
Finally he lifts away and puts on a condom. “Are you ready?” he asks. She nods, and he slides on top of her again, one hand stealing under her to support the small of her back. “Is it okay if I...”
“Yes...” Her thighs spread farther and her hips arch to meet him.
He pushes his way into her slowly, noting the tight grip her passage has on him. When he’s all the way in he looks down into her eyes. “Are you okay like this?”
She nods. He nudges himself even deeper and she makes a little noise. He shifts his hips again, then again, and she clutches his arms.
Slowly, he starts to thrust, and she looks up at him with wide, dark blue eyes.
It’s almost too much to take. He can’t help but return her steady gaze, even as she moves underneath him. He knows his face is an open book; everything he’s feeling is there for her to see. And she knows that too, because she doesn’t look away. Behind the pleasure, behind the hunger in her eyes is a deep, pool of emotion that he can’t read.
He pulls out of her and she protests. Reassuring her, “just a sec,” he rolls them onto their sides and tugs her towards him again. She realizes what he’s doing and lets her weight rest on her hip so she can slip her bottom leg between his two and throw the other over his waist.
Smiling, he positions himself to thrust into her again, then pulls her close with an arm around the small of her back. She bears down on him and he pushes up to meet her, marvelling at how easily they do this. Eye to eye, now, side by side, they move together. Her mouth finds his and the awareness of her entire warm, soft body caressing every part of him sends him spinning.
She doesn’t know how long they do this; her entire consciousness is absorbed with the feel of him holding her close, kissing her with slow, deep kisses, while he shifts his hips to find just the right places inside her to make her moan. Only briefly does he pull away from her mouth, and her mind clears just enough to process his voice saying, “God, I could make love to you like this all night.” Then he pushes inside her more firmly than before, and in her instinctive need to take him deeper, hold him more firmly, she loses track of time.
It’s almost like they’re in a holding pattern. He’s not overwhelmingly driven to find completion in her, it’s enough to have her there, wrapped around his body, sheathing his cock, mouth caressing every part of him she can reach. He thinks that being here, in this moment, might be the closest thing to heaven he’ll ever see. And then he realizes that he doesn’t want to let her go, not now, not in an hour, not ever.
When he tightens his grip on her possessively, her arousal reaches a new height. She's jolted into consciousness long enough to realize that there’s a twinge in her hip. She quickens her movements, thanking God when he responds to her faster pace because she doesn’t want to ruin the moment by telling him her ass is falling asleep.
He can’t help but respond to the more urgent rhythm of her movements. Suddenly he’s panting, and she is too. Their mouths meet again, not gentle this time, but hot, wet, and open, devouring each other. He isn’t deep enough, he realizes. Now he needs more.
She finds herself on her back again, Josh looming over her. Her hip no longer twinges and she lifts up to meet him. Their movements are quick, energetic, and hungry. She finds she’s begging him for more, pleading with him to move faster, harder.
He’s repeating her name and God’s over and over again. He can’t get enough of her, no matter how hard he tries. He brings her leg up, over his shoulder, and presses deep. She gives a tiny scream of pleasure when he does that, and he concentrates on providing the friction she needs to come.
He’s hitting just the right spot now, making her incoherent. She opens her eyes and when their gazes meet, she’s overwhelmed by the emotions she finds there. Her orgasm slams into her and she screams his name, her body rigid, arching up to him. The contractions go on and on, rippling around him, spiralling back onto themselves, and she can’t see anything except the light bursting behind her eyes.
It’s her eyes, and the sound of her voice crying for him, that push him over the edge. Almost immediately he’s coming too, wave after wave of pleasure racking his body as he ejaculates, buried as deep inside her as he can go. His muscles strain and clench as every last drop of his seed spills out of him. When he’s done he can’t think, or move, or speak. He collapses on top of her limp body and falls immediately into sleep.
She comes back to consciousness slowly, registering the warm, solid weight on top of her, the presence of a slowly softening cock inside her. She shifts a bit and suddenly he’s awake. As he slips out of her body she makes a noise of protest.
“Sorry,” he says.
“’S okay.”
She watches him pull off the condom and wad it up in some tissue. Then he’s back beside her again, taking her in his arms.
“Josh.”
“Donna.” He just wants to say her name.
They look at each other and a similar urge occurs to both of them. “Thank you,” they say simultaneously.
She snickers and he laughs, then they both open their mouths at the same time and say, “You’re welcome.”
The laughter goes on for a little while longer, then the kissing starts
again. Eventually they drift into sleep together, wrapped in each other’s
arms.
THE END
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