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Author: Yana
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through S5 Han
Archive: Please ask.
Disclaimers: These aren't my characters.
And then he was going to demand an explanation, an apology, some serious toadying, and anything else that came to mind to make up for what she'd done.
If she cared about this kid, he was going to make her bend over backwards for him.
He pounded on the door again and yelled. "Donna!"
Across the street, lights started coming on in houses as people began to wonder what the commotion was. He didn't care, though part of him observed that he was not acting rationally.
It didn't matter. He hadn't been acting rationally for a while. Not since he'd come back from the concert two nights ago with Amy and spotted Donna and Ryan emerging from his office together.
He'd been at the other end of the bullpen, but had still seen how close Ryan had stood to her, how solicitous the intern had acted: helping her with her coat, telling her something that had made her laugh out loud, turn to him, and say, "Again?".
Ryan had grinned that easygoing, boyish smile of his. "Hey, I'm a young guy."
She'd smiled and let him escort her out.
At the time, he'd been puzzled but had hung back, not calling attention to himself. If she'd seen him, she would have asked if he needed her to stay.
He didn't needed her to work and didn't particularly want her to see him with Amy.
Amy had followed at his heels as he entered his office to collect his things. He halted suddenly, just inside his office, sensing something strange.
He took a couple steps farther in, and sniffed. There was a strange, pungent odour in the air, one that seemed familiar and at the same time, slightly repellent.
Amy inhaled deeply as she smelled the same thing. Almost immediately she stifled a chuckle.
"What?" he asked.
She gave him a knowing look--but he didn't understand why.
"It's that smell," he said. "Right?"
She grinned. "Oh, yeah."
"What is that?"
Her grin widened and her eyes twinkled. "J, you're not going Amish on me, are you?"
"Amish?"
"Donna just left with Ryan, right? Good for her. He's young, rich, handsome, connected, extremely young...did I say that already?" She looked up at him with a mischievious smile.
"You did..." he said absently. Then the penny had dropped. "Oh my god."
"That takes nerve," she commented. "You've never been up for it in the office. And for her, well, it's technically her boss's office...that takes way more nerve than I'd..."
"Sex?" His mind had gone blank. "I'm smelling sex?"
"You don't remember what that smells like?" Amy asked genially. "Come back to my place and I'll remind you."
"Donna had sex with..." he trailed off.
"Josh?" Amy frowned, puzzled.
Something inside him clamped shut. "I'll fire them both," he said tonelessly.
"Josh!"
"I mean it, Amy. I've been trying to get rid of that damn intern and now I have a goddamn reason. And Donna...she's collateral damage, but she goes too."
Amy had been shocked. "Josh! You can't do that."
"Just watch me."
She took a deep breath before launching into her argument. "First of all, you need Donna. She's irreplaceable, and if you were thinking rationally, you'd remember that. And Ryan...Leo isn't going to let you fire him without solid evidence."
"He was banging my assistant in my office!" he shouted.
"Based on what? A smell? That's going to be gone in the next few minutes. And Donna knows enough to be discreet. You'll never catch them at it again."
He'd kicked the desk, hard. "Fuck!"
She'd waited a moment for him to calm down. For some reason, she uncharacteristically refrained from saying anything more pointed about why he was upset.
When she'd spoken, she'd simply asked, "Are you coming over tonight?"
He'd thought for a moment about Donna, the snippet of conversation he'd overheard now echoing in his mind. She was probably already getting her brains screwed out yet again by that overenthusiastic little bastard.
"Yes," he'd said.
He'd gone home with Amy and fucked her hard, over and over again, trying to erase the image of Donna underneath that smarmy kid. Amy hadn't complained, had appeared to enjoy it, but he was still unsatisfied.
And he hadn't been able to let go of the image of of Donna fucking someone in his office.
So now he was pounding on the door of her building and yelling for her, raising
a ruckus on her street.
The door opened; her roommate stood there. "Josh?"
"I have to see her, Jenny."
Her roommate frowned. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Is he here?"
Jenny's frown deepened. "No, not right now. I think she was at his place last night."
"But she's here."
"Yes."
"Let me in."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, why? I'm her boss!"
"You're yelling like a crazed lunatic."
"I have to talk to her." He tried to will himself to calm down.
"It's about him, isn't it?"
"That's none of your business, Jenny."
"It is if I let you in and you hurt her."
"I won't do that," he lied. He was going to hurt her. Not physically, of course, but when he was finished saying what he came here to say, she would be bleeding inside.
Her roommate studied him for a moment, then stepped aside to let him in. She followed at his heels as he went up the stairs, into the apartment, and straight to the closed door of Donna's room.
He turned. "A little privacy?"
Her roommate shouted past him, "Donna? I let him in. Do you want me to go?"
Donna's door opened; she stood in the doorway clad in sweat pants and a tank top. Her eyes took in Josh from head to toe, then she turned to Jenny. "It's okay. But we do need some privacy."
The roommate left.
Donna turned her back on him and walked back into her room. "Problem?" she asked mildly, almost innocently.
Like hell, he thought. He wasn't playing that game.
"You're fucking Ryan Pierce." He accused her baldly, stifling a wince as he finally said the words out loud.
She turned and raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm not."
"Don't lie to me, Donna. You fucked him in my office two nights ago, and then you went home with him and fucked him again."
"Assuming I did..."
"You did."
"I would never admit to that kind of gross impropriety with a subordinate."
"He's not your subordinate, he's mine. And you did fuck him."
She ignored him and kept talking. Her voice was cool and she didn't meet his eyes. "If I were to succumb to such a grievous lack of judgement, I would have immediately set the expectation with said subordinate that such an occurrence would not be repeated."
"And I'm supposed to fucking believe that?"
Her cool demeanour slipped. "Believe what you want, Josh," she snapped. "I don't need to justify my personal life to anyone, least of all you. "
He stepped towards her then, forgetting his resolution not to lay a hand on her physically. He grabbed her arms so tightly that she winced. "Like hell," he growled. "You're going to start justifying yourself right now."
"Or what?" she threw back.
"I'll fire him," Josh said grimly.
"You can't do that. Leo won't let you." Only the faintest quiver in her voice gave away her uncertainty.
"I'll do it anyway," said Josh. "You should count yourself lucky. I was going to fire you, too, but Amy talked me out of it."
"Don't do me any favours," Donna snapped, trying to pull away. He held on to her. "What the hell are you doing here anyway?
"I want answers!"
"You haven't asked any questions!" she yelled.
"Why the hell did you fuck him?" he yelled back.
"None of your goddamn business!"
"Like hell it isn't!" His fingers dug into her arms and he gave her a little shake.
She grimaced, wincing. "Fuck you, Josh. Do you even remember how to have sex for fun?"
"That's what this was? Some cheap thrill for you?"
"Fun, Josh. The word you're looking for is fun. As in irresponsible, enjoyable, spur-of-the-moment fun that doesn't hurt anyone. Or are you fucking Amy just for the exercise?"
"Leave her out of this."
"Why the hell should I?"
"She's not your business."
"But the people I screw are yours? Why is that, Josh?"
He winced, and the anger suddenly flowed out of him. He couldn't do this anymore--it was like hitting a brick wall every time. Without the anger to fuel him, he couldn't even remember why he'd come in the first place.
Releasing her, he muttered, "Fuck this," turned, and headed for the door.
Her quiet voice reached him just as he stepped out into the hall. "I have needs, Josh."
He stopped walking but didn't turn back to her. "Yeah."
"You know all about that," she said. "Due respect to Amy, but you're just using her."
"Like you're using Ryan."
"Used," she corrected. "It won't happen again."
"Not with him," he said quietly. "But it will happen."
"You always do this to me," she said.
He didn't bother denying it.
"You have to deal with the fact that sometimes, I..."
He cut her off. "I know."
She persisted. "You can't stop it."
Her voice was right behind him. He turned to her finally, the pain clearly etched on his face. "No, I can't."
Her eyes met his, looking straight into him. "Can you."
He didn't know whether her words were a statement or a question and he stared at her dumbly.
"Can you?" The words were softer this time and definitely a question.
Suddenly he understood what she was asking, and the quiet tension crashed over them in a soundless torrent.
He stepped closer, the silence ringing in his ears.
She didn't break their gaze.
He dipped his head and kissed her, hard.
He felt her shudder of awareness.
He didn't give her time to break the kiss. He pushed her, backing her up into her room, tumbling her onto her bed. She tugged him down with her, rolling them together.
Then he lost himself in the softness of her body, in the warmth of her bed. In the gentleness of her touch. He drowned, and welcomed the sensation.
Much later he lay sated in her arms, the salty slickness of his skin sliding against hers as he listened to her breathe.
His thoughts were crowding in, though, one after another, and he couldn't help shattering the peaceful post-coital silence. "You have needs, you come to me, no one else."
"And they say romance is dead," she quipped.
"I mean it."
she drew away from him a bit, frowning. "I'll fuck whoever I want."
"Not anymore."
"What the hell does that mean?"
He turned in her arms and rolled them so she was under him, pinned by his weight. "It means, you're fucking me. You fuck me, you don't fuck anyone else."
She wasn't intimidated by him. She never had been. "You want to be exclusive?"
"You said you sent Ryan away," he grated out.
"And would this mean you're dumping Amy yet again?"
"Give me a phone right now." He slid one hand down between their bodies to her sex, sliding his fingers deep between the soft labia, making a place for himself there again. "I'll do it while I'm inside you."
Her lips twitched, but she didn't smile, she frowned. "I believe you."
"Then you call Ryan," he persisted.
She sighed. "I already told him no."
He didn't believe her, but didn't say that.
She could tell what he was thinking anyway. "I steered him towards CJ," she muttered.
He registered what she was saying. Suddenly he slumped, his weight landing on her fully.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow. He lifted his head a bit. "Did you just insinuate that you are passing my intern around the women of the West Wing like a box of Kleenex?"
Her lips curved. "I doubt he sees it that way. Would you, when you were his age?"
A faint smile appeared on his face. "Does CJ know?"
She grinned.
"Okay, I'm just going to assume that she doesn't. Otherwise this would be a conspiracy and I'd have to take action to protect him."
"He wouldn't thank you."
He reflected on that. He didn't believe the kid would ever land CJ, but there were still some sweet pickings available in the bullpens.
Like Donna.
But he wasn't sharing, regardless of what she said. He told her that.
"And I said that I'll fuck whoever I want."
"The only one you're going to want is me."
Her lashes lowered and she looked at him from beneath them. "Prove it."
He couldn't resist a challenge. He might not have the youthful vigour of a twenty-something kid, but he had skills and a cock that didn't seem to quit once it was inside Donna.
He lowered his head to gently bite her nipple and ignored her moan. "This could take all night. You want to do it at my place?"
"Once more before we go, quick and hard?"
"Donna!" He shouldn't have been surprised, but he was.
She blushed at his shock in a way she hadn't when she'd made the request. "If that's okay."
"Whatever you want. Quick and hard it is."
Maybe he still had some youthful vigour in him after all, he thought a few minutes later, just after he exploded inside her amazing, yielding pussy.
He was going to see to it that she kept his cock warm not just regularly but permanently. He'd had no idea what he'd been missing, and he wasn't going to waste another second.