TITLE: Substitution
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: Donna/Amy (slight Josh/Amy, minor Josh/Donna)
RATING: R
SUMMARY: I ought to slap her, push her away, straighten my clothing, and leave.
SPOILERS: 'Commencement'
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"Are you in love with Josh?"
Oh please. I stop and stare down at the little book in my hands; I don't know why I picked it up; I don't know why Amy makes me need distraction. In love with Josh? Why would she ask me such a thing? How could she be so brazen?
I clear my throat; I'll be brazen right back. "Are you?"
A moment later, she is standing behind me, her arms slipping around my waist. I can feel her fingers as they slip through the belt loops on my pants, and her breath is hot as it hisses against my ear. "Does it seem to you like I'm in love with Josh?"
She kisses my neck, and then my ear, sending a chill through my body. Her hands have worked their way up under my blouse, and my pulse is soaring. I suck in a harsh breath. "You spent.all day obsessing about what you said to Josh." I managed to get out as she nibbles at the tender skin on my neck. "So I was just.oh, God."
Her hands are at my breasts, and somehow she's managed to undo my bra without my awareness. I stop talking and spin around, face to face with Josh's ex-girlfriend. Without thinking, I slide my hands up through her hair until our lips are tangling. Soon our tongues are dancing, and I feel her grinding up against my thigh.
"Amy." I gasp as I feel her begin to struggle with the fastening on my pants. We can't do this here; we can't do this at all. "Amy!"
She looks up, her eyes darkened with lust. Her lips are swollen. "What?"
I heave for breath as I look into her expression. As I lean against the wall, I realize I'm barely standing up; soon my knees will give out and I'll be in a heap on the floor, Amy Gardner's lipstick marking my neck. "What's this about?" I ask; I have to know. I don't want to be her substitution and I don't want her to be mine.
She pulls me closer, and I feel a little less weak in the stomach. She kisses me gently, all of the hungry passion gone. Her hands slip down to my back, her fingers smooth against my bare back as she searches under my shirt. She is coy now, flirty. "Don't tell me you've never made love with another woman."
I smirk and push a strand of her dark hair behind her ears. "Don't do this because you want Josh."
"I could say the same for you."
I ought to slap her, push her away, straighten my clothing, and leave. But I pull her mouth back to mine and suck angrily at her tongue, my hands ready to rip away her shirt. She's in love with him and so am I, and maybe we feel that there's no other option, because here we are, groping and kissing in the darkened bullpen. And when I feel Amy sliding down my body, I know what she's going to do. When she pulls my slacks down to my ankles, I lean my head back, trying to catch my breath. I let it happen. When I feel her lips against my covered vagina, I sink my hands into her hair and push towards her mouth. I don't want it, I don't want her. But when I close my eyes, it doesn't matter. She's bringing unbearable pleasure to my body, and if we can't have what we want, at least we can have each other. *
AUTHOR: Kansas J. Miller
PAIRING: Donna/Amy (slight Josh/Amy, minor Josh/Donna)
RATING: R
SUMMARY: I ought to slap her, push her away, straighten my clothing, and leave.
SPOILERS: 'Commencement'
~*~
"Are you in love with Josh?"
Oh please. I stop and stare down at the little book in my hands; I don't know why I picked it up; I don't know why Amy makes me need distraction. In love with Josh? Why would she ask me such a thing? How could she be so brazen?
I clear my throat; I'll be brazen right back. "Are you?"
A moment later, she is standing behind me, her arms slipping around my waist. I can feel her fingers as they slip through the belt loops on my pants, and her breath is hot as it hisses against my ear. "Does it seem to you like I'm in love with Josh?"
She kisses my neck, and then my ear, sending a chill through my body. Her hands have worked their way up under my blouse, and my pulse is soaring. I suck in a harsh breath. "You spent.all day obsessing about what you said to Josh." I managed to get out as she nibbles at the tender skin on my neck. "So I was just.oh, God."
Her hands are at my breasts, and somehow she's managed to undo my bra without my awareness. I stop talking and spin around, face to face with Josh's ex-girlfriend. Without thinking, I slide my hands up through her hair until our lips are tangling. Soon our tongues are dancing, and I feel her grinding up against my thigh.
"Amy." I gasp as I feel her begin to struggle with the fastening on my pants. We can't do this here; we can't do this at all. "Amy!"
She looks up, her eyes darkened with lust. Her lips are swollen. "What?"
I heave for breath as I look into her expression. As I lean against the wall, I realize I'm barely standing up; soon my knees will give out and I'll be in a heap on the floor, Amy Gardner's lipstick marking my neck. "What's this about?" I ask; I have to know. I don't want to be her substitution and I don't want her to be mine.
She pulls me closer, and I feel a little less weak in the stomach. She kisses me gently, all of the hungry passion gone. Her hands slip down to my back, her fingers smooth against my bare back as she searches under my shirt. She is coy now, flirty. "Don't tell me you've never made love with another woman."
I smirk and push a strand of her dark hair behind her ears. "Don't do this because you want Josh."
"I could say the same for you."
I ought to slap her, push her away, straighten my clothing, and leave. But I pull her mouth back to mine and suck angrily at her tongue, my hands ready to rip away her shirt. She's in love with him and so am I, and maybe we feel that there's no other option, because here we are, groping and kissing in the darkened bullpen. And when I feel Amy sliding down my body, I know what she's going to do. When she pulls my slacks down to my ankles, I lean my head back, trying to catch my breath. I let it happen. When I feel her lips against my covered vagina, I sink my hands into her hair and push towards her mouth. I don't want it, I don't want her. But when I close my eyes, it doesn't matter. She's bringing unbearable pleasure to my body, and if we can't have what we want, at least we can have each other. *
