The door bangs shut and I can feel Donna smile against my mouth. I tighten my grip on her, pushing her farther into the living room. We trip a little over her jacket and she laughs, but all I do is kick it out of the way. She's here—like a dream come true. As always, she knew what I needed before I knew it myself and turned up on my doorstep.

I grab her scarf, still dangling from her shoulders, and yank it off, tossing it in what may be the direction of her coat, though at this point, I don't really care. My lungs scream for air but the need to kiss her is stronger than the need to breathe.

My fingers slide across her lower back, and I only hesitate for a second longer before my hand drifts back down to her ass. I shouldn't feel like I'm being too forward right now, considering she showed up on my doorstep for sex, but this is definitely uncharted territory for us. Even though I know what she's here for, am I allowed to just grope her like this?

She moans softly, her arms tightening around me, and I can only assume that I'm on the right track. I clench my hands, bunching up her dress, and steer her further into my apartment until we hit the couch—literally—and I catch her from falling. She breaks away from me, breathing heavily, and I automatically go to her neck, sucking at her delicate skin. I can feel her nimble fingers working on the buttons on my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders only for it to get caught at my wrists.

I groan in irritation at the delay, but my hands reach for the bottom of her dress, tugging it up a little so that I can stroke the soft skin of her thighs. My lips travel down to her throat, then to her chest, my teeth scraping at her.

Without warning, she steps away from me completely, and I stare at her in shock. Her skin is flushed, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are so dark I can hardly see the aqua color that usually surrounds her pupils. Very casually she smiles at me and, as if she does this every night, fiddles with the clasp of her watch until it pops open. She pulls it off, looking at me from under her eyelashes, and I'm honestly not sure what she does with it after that. I step toward her and she smiles, stepping away almost at the same time. I tilt my head at her, sure I look like a confused puppy, but she just takes my hand, tugging it slightly. Without a word, she turns and releases me, sauntering slowly through my apartment, and I nearly fall over myself to catch up, putting my hand on her hip as we walk to my bedroom together.

I pause in the doorway, watching in fascination as she makes her way through the darkened room, turning on the bedside lamp. Her body is suddenly outlined in a dim, golden light, her face mostly hidden in shadows as she turns to me. She looks like she belongs here and it throws me for a loop for a few moments. She cocks her head to the side, her teeth gleaming in the low light, and I'm in front of her in an instant, our arms wrapping around each other as our mouths meet again.

She shoves at my shoulder and I collapse, bouncing a little as I land on the edge of the bed. All I can do is stare up at her, my mouth hanging open slightly. She smiles a little, grabbing at my left arm, pulling open the cuff, then repeating the process on the right. I wait for her to say something, but she remains silent. Maybe she was serious about that not talking thing.

I don't know how I feel about that.

I pull off my shirt and toss it across the room, my breath catching in my throat as she climbs onto my lap, straddling my thighs. She presses her lips to mine again, though this time she keeps it slow. I grab onto her hips, pulling her closer to me, and we both gasp a little at the contact. Her hands rub my shoulders softly, her touch soothing even as it ignites me. I feel her fingers drift down my chest, tracing indiscernible patterns. I release one of her hips so I can slide my hand under her dress, stroking her thigh more carefully than I would expect from myself at this point.

She tugs at my undershirt, pulling it out of my pants, and I pull away only long enough for her to yank it over my head, returning to her lips as quickly as possible. I shiver in delight as her nails scrape over my skin. She shifts slightly and I feel her hands at my belt buckle, my hips jerking in response. She works it loose, the button and zipper on my suit pants following shortly thereafter. I groan, and she smiles into our kiss, her hand maneuvering under the waistband of my boxer shorts.

My entire body shudders and I moan—loudly—pulling my mouth from hers. Her fingers run up and down me, and I thrust toward her, eager for more, my body betraying my mind's need to try to take it slow. Donna seems to have an entirely different agenda. She breathes heavily as she watches me, her movements rhythmic and hypnotic and the most incredible thing I've ever felt. I swallow heavily, shuddering again. She bites her lip, somehow managing to keep her touch delicate and firm. How that can be, I'll never know, but she does it, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me hard as a rock but to keep me from coming immediately.

I drop all pretense and shove both of my hands under her dress, moving immediately to her ass. I dip my fingers under edge of her panties, stroking her skin roughly, moving in time with her hand. I pull her closer, stupidly thinking it'll slow her down and give me the upper hand, but all it does is increase the friction, and now I can feel the incredible heat coming off of her.

She stands suddenly, and I gape at her, stunned by the loss of her body against mine. She swallows heavily but otherwise looks unfazed. "Take off your pants," she tells me, her voice quiet and rough.

"What?" I ask dumbly, unable to think of anything else.

"Take off your pants," she repeats, standing just out of my reach. Eager to get her back to me, I shift my hips and shove my pants down my legs, pausing only to kick off my shoes and socks, aware that I look goofy and overeager in the process. Once done, I look at her expectantly. "Boxers, too."

My heart actually starts to pound at the request…demand…whichever. I push those down my legs, too, though a bit more slowly, and I avoid looking at her as I do it. For whatever reason, I feel vulnerable like this, and a little stupid, and naked in a way that doesn't have everything to do with my clothing being gone. I shift uncomfortably as I wait for her to say something, to do something, and my head jerks up in surprise when I notice her reaching around me. She grabs a pillow off the bed and drops it to the floor in front of my feet, and my eyes grow wide as lowers herself to her knees.

"Oh, God—Donna—no, you—uh, oh God, um—you don't have to—" She stares up at me, her eyes still dark, her expression inscrutable, and I grit my teeth as her hands reach out to me, one wrapping around my erection as the other strokes slowly over the tip. "Shit!"

"You don't want me to?" she asks softly, her hands moving against me gently. I close my eyes for a few seconds, gripping my bedspread so hard my knuckles hurt.

I take a few breaths, shaky at first, until I can make myself breathe deeper, and force my eyes open. "You…" I try to say, my voice weak and unsteady. "You don't…ha-have to…"

She smiles at me—not a full on grin, but wide enough to almost make me worry. "I know." With that, she leans forward, her tongue running up the underside of my shaft.

"Fuck! Oh, my God!" I don't even recognize the voice that comes out of me. I know that it's loud, and I know there's nothing I can do about it. All she's done is run her tongue over me—this doesn't bode well for my performance.

"Relax, Josh," she whispers, her lips traveling down me while one of her hands works at the top.

"Relax. Right," I gasp, trying to anyway. It doesn't seem likely, but maybe if I focus on trying to relax, it'll take my mind off what she's doing to me.

Uh-huh.

I dare to glance down at her, oddly distracted by the fact that she's still fully dressed. How did that happen? How is any of this happening?

I reach out, not at all surprised to see my hand shaking, and run my fingers through her hair. I don't want to do anything to make her think I'm trying to force her to stay, but dear lord, I never want her to stop.

Her hot breath hits my overly-sensitive skin, her hand sliding down to the base of me, tugging gently. I bite my lip, doing my best to keep myself under some semblance of control. It doesn't work very well. It works even less when she looks up at me. It's unbelievably erotic.

She slides a little closer and, with her eyes never leaving mine, slowly takes the tip of my erection into her mouth.

I literally see stars. There's a definite ringing in my ears. My hips jerk up, out of my control, and I cry out, unable to form words. There are no words. There's nothing I could say to express what it is that I'm experiencing in this moment.

For her part, she moves with me, not allowing my uncontrollable movements to slow her down or impede her, waiting until I can sit down almost properly to do more than she is right now.

I don't know if I'll be able to withstand it.

Her eyes on mine, she release me from her mouth, but everything in me tightens anyway as I watch her tongue move over the head of my penis. "You okay?" she asks breathlessly, barely coming up for air.

Surprising the both of us, I laugh. "Define 'okay,'" I answer, somehow managing to be sarcastic while all of this is happening.

She smiles a little, pulling me back into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks at me, the sensation all the more intense with the added visual, and her eyes roll back in her head. Her eyelids fall shut a moment later, and I'm almost relieved. The eye contact was amazing, but definitely bordering on too much. The relief is short-lived, though, as I watch her lean forward, and I feel more of myself disappear into her mouth, her hands taking care of the rest. She pauses for a moment, and I can feel her breathing heavily, before her head starts to bob very slowly up and down.

"Shit, shit, shit," I moan, my eyes slamming shut. I feel her pause again, and I can imagine she's looking up at me to make sure I'm all right. I'm sure the heaving chest and open mouth let her know that I'm mostly in one piece, and the motions resume a moment later. Jesus. I can feel her tongue, I can feel just the tips of her teeth barely dragging against me, her lips are wrapped around me, forming incredible suction…it's all unbelievable. The only explanation I have is that I'm dreaming. I must be unconscious. There's no way in real life Donna Moss is in my bedroom giving me head. It doesn't happen.

I groan, my hips thrusting gently no matter how hard I try to control myself, and I force myself to lean back a little, bracing myself with my hands, and tilt my head back toward the ceiling. Not being so clenched up helps me to relax marginally, and try to force myself to think about something other than the immediate.

It's been a really long time since I got a blowjob, though. Longer than I want to admit to myself. I definitely can't remember the last time I got one in my own home. And maybe it's the fact that I'm literally inside of her mouth right now, but Donna is better at this than anyone else I've ever known.

Actually, I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that it's Donna. Plain and simple. I'm getting the blowjob of a lifetime from the woman I've fantasized about for almost ten years. Like the rest of our sexual encounters so far, it was either going to suck, or it was going to be the most mind-blowing experience of my life.

I'm beyond thrilled it's the latter.

She makes a noise and I glance down at her, startled to find her staring at me. Her eyes are intense and unnerving. I watch in utter fascination as I slide out of her mouth, her hand taking over—rubbing up and down my entire length—as she takes a few deep breaths. The reprieve only lasts a few moments before her tongue is on me again, running up me, changing sides and angles, and all I can think about is that she looks like she's eating a damn ice cream cone, and I know that I'll never be able to see her doing that again without imagining her going down on me.

She smiles again and takes me into her mouth once more. "Son of a—Donna!" She peeks up at me for a brief moment before returning her focus to my erection, sucking harder, taking me in deeper, her hands pulling at me with more determination. My entire body trembles, and I feel a tingling that starts way down in my toes. It hits me at that moment that she has no intention of letting up. She wants me to come this way. If that happens…I'm done. I'll be passed out within a minute. I can have regular sex and still mostly manage to function as a normal human being afterward, but if I orgasm from head, I become comatose. She has no way of knowing that about me yet, and quite frankly, that's not how I want this to end. So long as she's game for more, I am, too.

Gathering all the strength I have, I grab her arms and give her a pull, shuddering when I'm released from her mouth with a loud pop. She stares at me in confusion as I tug at her a few times, eventually crawling onto the bed, lying down next to me after I flop onto my back.

"Is everything all right?" she asks softly, and I turn my head to face her. She looks worried, and all I want to do is gather her in my arms and let her know how perfect she is. The only thing that stops me is knowing that the friction created by her dress against my skin would likely be my undoing.

"It was just gonna be over way too fast," I reassure her, reaching a shaking hand out to tuck her hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek a moment later.

"I don't mind." She smiles at me almost shyly, and I feel her hand wrap around me again, moving in gentle but determined strokes. My eyes slam shut at the sensation, and I force myself to take long, cleansing breaths. I can feel an orgasm building in me, pushing at me, demanding release, and with more willpower than I knew I possessed, I grab her wrist, shoving it away.

"I mind," I gasp, managing to open my eyes. "I'd really like to have sex with you tonight."

She sighs, leaning in toward me. Her lips brush against mine, her touch feather-light, and a complete contradiction to what she was doing to me just seconds ago. My arm wraps around her and she settles against me for a few moments before she slides away, just out of reach. I wrinkle my forehead in confusion and she leans in, giving me a quick kiss. She sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed. I reach out and stroke her hip, my fingertips just barely making contact. She turns her head, glancing at me over her shoulder, and she licks her lips. I can't stifle the groan that escapes me. I don't think she even did that in a way that was meant to be anything more than a simple gesture, but it nearly makes me come apart.

I hear her laugh softly, and I don't know that I entirely blame her. If I weren't in a state of extreme arousal, I'm sure I'd find my reaction comical, too. She stands and turns to face me, placing a hand on her hip. The tips of her fingers stroke the fabric of her dress lightly. "You want to help me with this, or…"

I'm on my feet before she can finish the thought, ignoring the discomfort and disregarding the fact I'm completely naked and painfully aroused. She wants to get naked—she wants me to help her get naked—and that's literally all my brain can comprehend.

My arms go around her, though, and I press my mouth to hers. She smiles, and a charge rushes through me—I make her smile. She's done that a lot already tonight, and she hasn't been here that long. I don't know why that's such a heady feeling, or why it hits me out of the blue, but I want to be able to make her smile all the time.

I slide my hands all over her, feeling myself start to panic a moment later. "Uh, Donna?" I manage to mumble.

"Hmmm?"

"How does this thing open?" My hands scramble over her dress again, but I can't find anything. "Is there a zipper? Buttons?"

She pulls back, eyes sparkling in the low light, her hands playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. "None of that. It's just a pullover—"

I grab the bottom of the dress, yanking it up her body without waiting for further instructions. She laughs a little, and I swallow heavily as she stands before me in nothing but her bra and panties—something dark, like gray or deep blue—and her knee-high boots. I think I've died and gone to heaven.

I want nothing more than to devour her, to consume her in some way, but I force myself to take a deep breath, trying to center myself. I shake out her dress, doing my best to turn it right side out, and take a few shaky steps to my closet, where I actually dig out a hanger and hang it up for her. When I turn back to her, she looks incredibly surprised. I don't have an answer for her; I just figured she wouldn't want her clothes wrinkled.

"Do you want to turn down the bed?" she asks softly, and I'm fairly positive that she could use that voice to ask me if I'd go stand in the middle of the Mall in my current state and I wouldn't think twice before complying. I grab the comforter and sheet, yanking them down to the foot of the bed, looking up when I hear her put something on the nightstand. Her hands disappear behind her hair, and a moment later, another object lands on the nightstand. Earrings. Interesting. Her hands go to her neck, her head tilting to one side, and I realize too late that she's taking off her necklace—I should have helped her with that. But I suddenly can't help but stare at the small pile of jewelry on the bedside table, just sitting there casually, as if she leaves it there every night. It's unbelievably fascinating.

She sits down on the edge of the bed, effectively pulling me out of my reverie, and tugs first at one boot, then the other, placing them carefully out of the way, and for a moment, I wonder if I can ask her to leave them on. Maybe that'd be crossing a line, though. Maybe the boots aren't that comfortable. Maybe that's a request I shouldn't make when we've only been sleeping together for a week.

She tosses her hair, smiling up at me as I move to stand in front of her, fascinated by the picture she creates. Sitting casually at the edge of my bed, somehow looking cute and unbelievably sexy in her underwear, embodying innocence and a bit of danger all at once. I reach out, my fingers caressing the soft skin of her neck, and it sends shivers down my spine. I see her hand come up, and she's grasping me again, stroking me at an agonizing pace.

I try to stifle a moan, bringing my other hand up to her neck, and run my fingers down to her shoulders and back, eventually pushing her bra straps out of the way. She looks up at me again, her eyes actually smoldering, and I do my best to ignore it. I bend at the waist, bringing my lips to her neck, and fortunately mostly pull out of her hand. I slide my hands down her back, wasting no time in locating the clasp of her bra; I fumble for just a few moments before it pops open, coming loose in my hands. I stand and pull it with me, and I can honestly say that I don't know what happens to it when I see her breasts. It's more than a little ridiculous, considering that I've seen them several times now, but Donna's naked form absolutely captivates me. Even half-naked is enough to almost kill me.

I drop down in front of her and wrap my arms around her hips, pulling her to me. I lick my lips before I wrap them around one of her nipples, running my tongue over it, using my teeth to scrape at her carefully. I can feel her entire body shudder, and one of her hands threads through my hair. I switch to her other breast and my hands wander lower, my fingers sliding under the edge of her panties once again. I give them a few tugs and she shifts, lifting herself up for a few moments as I pull the scrap of silk and lace down her thighs, letting go of her breast regretfully as I move out of the way. I pull the underwear off completely and toss it, and it disappears somewhere over my shoulder. I put my hands on her knees, breathing heavily as a wave of pure Donna hits me. Whatever it is that makes her smell the way she smells on a daily basis hits me in a concentrated wave and it actually makes me salivate. I lean forward, eager to make contact, when I feel her hand on my shoulder.

"It's not tit for tat, Josh," she tells me softly. "You don't have to do it just because I did."

"I won't if you don't want me to," I answer, leaning forward again.

She chuckles a little. "I didn't say that. I just don't want you to think—ohhhh." She moans as my tongue finds her, and it takes everything in me not to moan, too. I grab her ass and pull her forward, her legs shaking a little as she balances on the very edge of the mattress. I grab one of her legs and tug, putting it over my shoulder. Her body vibrates beneath my touch and I can't help but smile to myself, applying more pressure with my tongue, covering the rest of her with my lips. She arches into me, pressing herself against my mouth, and I actually sigh with satisfaction.

Okay, first of all, this sucker has no natural breaks. Maybe a few, but not at any length worth reading. So, this will probably be in three parts, because 13,000 words at one time seems like a bit much.

This basically came about because someone mentioned at some point that they wondered what happened this night. My brain percolated long enough, and this is what I crapped out. You're welcome.

I've got some more stuff to type up, an idea for a fic that I'm totally ripping off of another fic, but I'll credit that in the story, I started writing dialogue for another story on Post-Its today, and I think I have the beginnings of something really cool, but that one'll take a while. Keep your fingers crossed, send positive writing vibes, all that jazz.

And, one more thing, lamest story title EVER. But I tentatively named it as such and haven't been able to think of anything else.