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Technically... Not.
Warnings: ** NC17 ** Please read responsibly!
Author's Notes: This was written for the SOTU 2003 August Challenge (In Heat), but wasn't finished until November or December. I didn't post it on SOTU, but I did email it privately to a few people. Since this is a new list, I thought I'd post it here!
Many thanks to: Mags, Mel, Neen - rockers, all of you!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. I'm a poor poor student. :)
Feedback: Yes please! I'd appreciate it, and will respond to all asap.
Man, is it hot!
"Donna Moss!"
"What, Josh?" She sounds a little, well, pissed, I think. No, I know. She's standing in my doorway, glaring at me.
"Any chance of some fans or something?" I gesture around my sweltering office.
"What are you asking me for? Why don't you try your Fan Club?"
"Funny girl."
"Josh, it's your fault we're in here on a Saturday with no air conditioning. Deal with it."
"I didn't break the air con, Donna."
"I have yet to confirm that." One small incident with a welded flue and she thinks I break everything in this place. "And I mean, it's your fault we're here when no-one else is!"
"Donna, this is the White House. There's always someone here."
"The only people here are skeleton staff. There are no meetings scheduled, no crises occurring, the President is twelve time zones away, and anyone who needs to work is doing so in a climate-controlled environment! Why, in God's name, are we here?"
I think Donna's asked me that question every hour on the hour since we got here late this morning. I guess the heat's getting to her. Usually she understands that we have important jobs, and important work to do.
"Don't say it, Josh. You've been reading the same page of that report for the last half hour. A report, I might add, that isn't chained to your desk. I have done a total of twenty-five minutes of research all day, all of which I could have done on your laptop, in your apartment. Which has air conditioning!"
We stare at each other in a strange battle of wills. Well, strange to others, pretty normal for us. I don't know how or why, but after a few minutes, I know Donna's not really pissed at me anymore. I smile a little.
"Donna?" My smile widens to a grin and she actually returns it.
"You'll have your damn stats in five minutes, Joshua!" She turns and leaves as I go back to the same page of this stupid report. For the fifth time.
An hour later and I've progressed about two pages. If possible, it's even hotter in here now. I get up to grab a bottle of water.
"I'll have one too, please!" Jesus! That woman needs a bell.
"Donna, what the hell?"
"What?"
"You..." Wow. Donna's taken her shirt off so now she's just wearing a little strappy vest thing. And no bra.
"Josh? I...?" Must not mention the bra thing. Must not mention the bra thing.
"You're not wearing a bra."
What did I just say?
Okay, whatever you do, just keep looking at her face.
"No, Josh, I'm not. Technically." Technically? How can you, technically, not be wearing a bra? "It's kinda built into the top." I look down to see what she's on about. Wow.
"Um, Josh?" I realise that I'm staring and snap my head back up.
"Hot." I give up. My brain's fried. "It's really hot in here." I turn around and finally continue my journey to the fridge for the water, a little relieved to have that time to try to pull myself together. I've always known that Donna's a beautiful woman - there are some occasions when it's impossible to miss - but why am I suddenly gawking at her like a teenager? The heat. It's gotta be the heat. Maybe I can pour this bottle of water over my head before I try to fix this? Yeah, sure. 'Sorry Donna, you've gotten me so hot talking about your lack of bra for all of two seconds that I just need to take a mini-cold shower to calm down'. And then she'd say, 'Sure, Josh, I'm just gonna call my lawyer. You might wanna stick a call into the White House council's office...'
Then it occurs to me. Donna isn't actually as upset as perhaps she should be about all this.
What? That made sense!
I close the fridge and turn back towards her. Hmm. She's leaning against the front of my desk, her hands resting on the edge either side of her hips, watching me casually.
Yeah, something's definitely not right here.
I walk back into the office, pushing the door shut behind me. Her slight smile falters a little. Good. If she wants to play, we'll play.
Y'see, Donna's gonna try to teach me a lesson just because I reacted to her top like any other normal guy would. Well, any guy who appreciates a beautiful Donna. I mean, woman. Like Donna. Anyway, it'll basically be a reminder to respect a member of the Sisterhood and whereas CJ would teach by slapping the back of my head, Donna prefers to mess with it. Gotta say, I prefer Donna's method, although sometimes they switch. And Donna slaps harder than CJ.
I hold her bottle of water out towards her and she takes it, brushing her fingers over my wrist. I smile and push the main door out to the bullpen shut, watching her for her reaction. She glances at it a little worriedly, but meets my eyes again with her eyebrows raised as I lean back against it.
"So, your top's got a built-in bra?"
"Yes, Josh, with adjustable straps and everything."
"Cool."
"I'm surprised you haven't seen this type of top before. I'd have thought Amy would own a few of them." Oh oh, she's brought up the ex.
"I never really noticed." And I didn't. Amy was always wearing skimpy tops and showing off skin. Donna's top is a simple, appropriately-necked black vest that didn't register under the red shirt she was wearing earlier.
I must have taken a few steps towards her because when I look up again, her face is a lot closer.
And she's looking at my pants. Specifically, my groin.
"Uh, Donna?"
"Yes?" She doesn't shift her gaze. She's squinting a little and her brow is furrowed like she's trying to work out the biggest mystery in the world.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to work out whether your jeans have built-in briefs." I laugh, but she still doesn't stop staring.
"Okay, Donna, I get it." She's still staring; I stop laughing. "Donna, really." Still staring. "Donna?" Okay, the heat really is getting unbearable in here. "Donna!"
I have to cup the side of her head with my hand and tilt her head up to get her to stop looking... there before something happens. ('Cause really, how many men could remain unaffected by an attractive woman staring at them like that?) She looks up at me and smiles innocently.
And then I really look at her.
Her long blonde hair is up off her neck in a looped ponytail and her skin has this all over sheen from the heat. I suddenly wonder what her skin would taste like.
I drop my head to try to get rid of that thought and end up taking in her ensemble. The black vest makes a smart contrast with her straight grey skirt that stops a little above the knee. Her long, long legs are bare and her black heels just make them look longer. As I raise my head again, I think I can see the outline of her nipples through the vest. Then when I meet her eyes again, I know I could see them, because what I see in her eyes is pure arousal.
She takes a slow sip of her water without breaking eye contact as I let my fingers brush lightly down her neck and across her practically-bare shoulder. She's waiting for me to make a decision, I realise.
I rest my hands on her waist and pull her upright gently. That's my answer; now I'm waiting for hers.
And waiting.
I shrug my eyebrows and finally her lips start curving up a little.
That's enough of an answer for me. I lean in and brush my lips against hers before taking her bottom lip between mine briefly. Then I kiss her gently. I hear something drop to the floor just as her arms wrap around my neck.
Her fingers stroke the back of my neck, her tongue swipes at my lips, and I surrender.
Oh God. Donna shows no mercy. Her tongue caresses every part of my mouth, her height giving her an advantage few woman have had before. She pushes her fingers up through my hair until her arms are wrapped around the back of my head, pulling me closer. My hands clench at the small of her back, scrunching up her vest-bra thing. I could... mmm. I could kiss her forever.
Except, no I couldn't, 'cause the feel of her - her mouth, her fingers, her body... driving me crazy. We need to get out of here or I'm gonna melt.
Her hands come to rest on my chest as we finally break apart. I gasp a little, the heat not helping my breathing.
The look in her eyes not helping either.
We pant the same air as we watch each other's eyes. I unclench my hands from her top and move them underneath. Her skin is hot and damp - intoxicating. I groan and lean forward to kiss her again as I spread my hands over the skin of her lower back.
Donna breaks the kiss, one hand stroking my neck. She kisses her way down the other side as she says my name.
"Josh?" I take a deep breath as she reaches the base of my neck.
"Y-Yeah?" She pulls back and holds up her other hand. I think she's holding my keys, but she can't be, 'cause they're in my pocket.
"Lock the doors." Oh my God. I can feel my heart pound at what she's suggesting.
"You want...? Here? I mean..." I have no idea what I mean.
She leans forward again and nips my earlobe lightly. "I don't think I can wait," she whispers into my ear. I shudder. We're talking full body shakes here.
I lean in again and kiss her jaw-line; she moans. I take the skin beneath her ear between my lips; she gasps.
"Josh, the doors," she breathes more than says. I move a hand from her back to cup her face and kiss her lips. It's an "I'll be right back - get ready for this" kiss.
I muster all the control I have to let her go, and turn quickly towards the door that leads out to the bullpen. I reach into my pocket for my keys but they're not there. I turn around and Donna throws them at me. I catch them skilfully and grin back at her before turning and locking the door. I quickly lock the door on the other side of the refrigerator too; I don't want anyone disturbing us here.
I turn back to see Donna... tidying my desk? Hmmm. I walk up behind her and place my hands on her hips, teasing her neck with my teeth.
"Whatcha doing?" I whisper into her neck.
"Clearing some space," she whispers back.
"We could just shove it all on the floor."
"Yeah, and who do you think would end up cleaning it up after...?" She trails off as I run my hands up the front of her body to cup her breasts.
"I'd help you." I squeeze her gently and her back arches perfectly, pressing her butt against my erection. The idea of lifting her skirt up and sinking into her body like this runs through my mind and my hands run back down the front of her body, slowly, down the outsides of her thighs to the hem of her skirt.
She leans forward a little, taking her neck out of my reach, and pushes some remaining papers off the other side of the desk. I realise how quickly I'm breathing as she rolls her hips back against me, teasing me. My hands clench the hem of her skirt and I'm about to pull it up when Donna grabs one of my hands and turns towards it a little. She pulls me around so now I'm standing in front of her, my back to the desk.
She kisses me, simultaneously attacking my mouth with hers and my belt with her hands. The force of her attack pushes me back so I'm resting on the desk, Donna standing between my legs, my hands resting on her slim waist.
Next thing I know, her hand wraps around my length inside my boxers and I'm pulling back from her kisses, gasping her name as I inhale with a shudder. She must know that I can't take much more of her touch.
Donna takes a step back, freezing me with a look. I watch as she reaches up under her skirt and pulls down her panties. She leaves them on the floor in the middle of my office and reaches up to let her hair down. She steps back to me, pushing me further back on the desk, shimmies her skirt up to her waist and climbs up to straddle me.
I run my hands up and down her thighs, back and sides. She rests her arms on my shoulders and our lips meet again. I move a hand to her centre, finding her hot and wet. I slide two fingers into her slightly and touch her clit with my thumb. Donna moans one word against my lips.
"More."
I place my free hand on her back and guide her up on her knees. I lean forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth through her top as I press my fingers deeper inside her and push the heel of my hand against her clit.
She whimpers a little and rocks her hips against my hand. I move my other hand on her back so I can flick at the straps of her top, making them fall off her shoulders. I work the front down over her breasts with my cheek, the day's stubble against her skin making her gasp. As soon as the top slides over her nipples, I take the nearest one into my mouth, feeling her skin tighten under my tongue. Donna speeds up her movements against my hand, whimpering with each breath as she tries to stay quiet, running her fingers through my hair.
I can feel the tension in her body as her muscles tighten around my fingers; I can't wait to be buried inside her. Donna's hand suddenly wraps around my wrist, pushing my hand harder against her. She buries her mouth against the top of my head as she comes, her hands clenching, her body pulsing. I run my free hand up and down her spine and taste her soaked skin as she continues to spasm.
Once she eventually calms, she leans back a little and locks her eyes with mine as she pulls my hand from her centre and licks her taste from my palm. She sucks my fingers into her mouth as she strokes me firmly. Once she's sure there's no taste of her left on my fingers, she lets them slip from her mouth and kisses me deeply, distracting me as she settles my cock against her and pushes down on me. I groan into her mouth, clenching my hands on her hips and holding her still for a moment. She has to be still for a moment.
When I'm sure I've got some control I slide my hands up her back and rest them on her shoulders, holding her hips tight to mine. We kiss over and over as she makes tiny circles with her hips, driving me crazy. She reaches between us and strokes her clit, releasing again after a couple of touches.
I fall back on one hand and stretch my foot out, hoping to reach the chair so I can get some leverage. I catch the seat with my toes, allowing me just enough to thrust up into Donna twice. That's all it takes; I shudder, pulling Donna down to kiss me in what has become our method of trying to keep each other quiet. I have no idea if it works, but the lack of oxygen intensifies the sensation.
I finally collapse flat on my back on the desk with a... well, splat - Donna and I are both dripping wet from the heat, especially since we hardly took any clothes off - and I realise in my post-orgasmic haze with an equally hazy Donnatella spread above me, that I might never be able to work at this desk again. Damn.
I run my fingers through Donna's damp hair and grin anyway. That was an amazing experience, one that I really want to repeat. Or, preferably, continue.
I'm just about to speak when Donna lifts up and backs off me. I grimace a little as I fall from her body.
"Where are you going?" I whisper, as if using my voice will ruin the moment. I sit up and watch as she picks up her discarded underwear and slips them back on before working her skirt into place and pulling the straps of her top back up. She walks back towards me then and pulls my up by the open waistband of my jeans. She tucks me in carefully and does up the pants as we kiss.
"Not very far."
"My place?" She pulls away from me, looking surprised.
"Your place?"
"I've got air conditioning, remember? And I think we could both do with some cooling down." I know I'm smirking but I just can't help it.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a kiss, a different kind of kiss. It's no less passionate but the slightly desperate edge of before has been replaced by a deeper desire. It's now that I'm certain that Donna and I both want this to be the start of something, and not just a one-off thing.
Thank God.
"We can't leave the office like this, Josh." We stand in each other's arms and look at the soaked, bare section of desk. I laugh and Donna joins in. I can't believe that we finally got it together on my desk in the middle of a heat wave.
I tell her to head to my apartment and get comfortable whilst I clean up.
"Get comfortable, huh?" she says with a look that would have me pushing her against the door if we hadn't just done what we did.
I push her against it a little anyway, unlocking the door and then kissing her. I'm never going to get tired of this.
"I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Yes, you will."
She slips out of the door and closes it behind her, probably to keep the smell of sex confined to the office. I open the window as wide as possible and grab a spare tie from a drawer - one of the ones I can't stand. I use it to wipe the desk, and then dump some files in the gap so the desk looks properly cluttered.
That's as much as I'm planning on doing. I grab my backpack, stuffing
the report from earlier inside, although I have no intention of reading
it tonight, and leave the office. Locking the door behind me, I head home
to Donna, smiling at how right that sounds.
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