Authors Note: This is my first fan fiction, but is only part of the whole story. Leave me some reviews if you think I should post the rest. Oh yeah, I don't own the West Wing characters, but I'm all for donations...
"Donna!"
She appeared in his office as soon as he yelled. He was gathering that she had been on her way in before he called really showing the need to not yell so much.
"You know, I don't think there has ever been a day where you don't scream for me. My desk is like ten feet away. You could probably just ask me normally and I'd still hear you."
"Yeah I know. But its more fun to yell. Plus it makes me feel more important."
"I'm gonna let that one fly. You have many messed-up ideas. You know that right?"
"Yep, But that's okay. As long as you know you love a crazy man."
"I know that. Always have. Now the real question is, you know I'm engaged to a crazy man right?"
The banter. Their mini-conversations that could add a little joking and lightness to a serious topic.
"I wouldn't call it crazy. I would call it a few messed-up ideas."
Using the phrase she had used earlier, he made her laugh. He loved her laugh, it was just packed full with happiness. It also had the occasional occurring snort, something that he found absolutely adorable.
"Fine. We won't call him crazy. We could call him…"
He took his cue and added the word of his choice.
"Funny."
"Yeah, definitely, he makes me laugh all the time. Hmm… what else? Sweet would be a good one."
She came over and sat down on his lap, resting her body on his chest and putting her head in the nook of his shoulder and his neck.
"Really. How exactly would that be Donnatella?"
"You really should've seen how he proposed."
"Let me take a very educated guess…Whole weekend off, he called in and faked some illness. On Saturday, which was your birthday, he actually cooked something good that wasn't burnt and did the whole proposing she-bang."
"Yep, exactly like that, how'd ya guess? You must've been there… But I must say, best birthday ever."
" Really… I try my best to keep you happy."
A smile appeared on her face, threatening to break into laughter again.
"I know. And all I have to say is that you're doing an excellent job."
"Yeah I know, I'm da man…remember?"
She gave him a light smack on his chest for the 'da man' statement.
"Ow, that actually hurt."
He actually tried to pout, but it was replaced with a slight chuckle of his own.
"Yeah, well maybe next time you shouldn't say something with 'da man' in the sentence."
"I've learned my lesson. But, in my own defense, old habits die hard."
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Ugh, I should probably go answer that."
"No, Donna… someone else could answer it."
"Yes I do. Its my job. And last time I checked we were still at work, not at home on the couch. If you don't mind I'll be right back."
"I do mind…"
He didn't get a chance to finish because the next thing he knew he found her lips attached to his. Now this he didn't mind, well maybe if he had the door closed he would worry someone would walk in, but what can you do? He reluctantly moved his arm which had somehow found its way around her waist without him noticing. She moved her head away, feeling the overwhelming need for some oxygen. Before she left, she whispered in his ear.
"Don't worry. I couldn't stay away if I tried."
