Author: TheGeekGirl
Feedback: That would be nice - joshbunny@btinternet.com
Disclaimer: Sadly, these aren't mine :) Damn.
Rating: PG-13
Category: J/D
Summary: Donna reflects on the snowballing incident, while Josh is a bit
more decisive.
Spoilers: None
Archiving: Just drop me an email first.
Notes: Okay, the lovely amount of feedback in my inbox had one main theme -
trying to convince me to write a sequel. So here it is ! I'm not really sure
where I am going with the story line so it should be a nice surprise for all
of us :) Oh and following Norma's encouraging comments, I withdraw the
"fluff" label on Part 1 :)
Previously, in Part 1:
By the time Josh returned to his office, Donna had already left. He sat down
heavily in the chair, unaware his soaking jeans and snow filled shoes. He
could still taste her kisses, smell her subtle perfume. He could still feel
her cold snow-wet fingers twisting through his hair. He didn't know what to
do next, but he knew that he wanted to feel it again...and soon.
He sighed and banged his head gently on the table.
God they were screwed.
~*~*~*~ Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow - Part 2 ~*~*~*~
Donna stepped out of the shower, surrounded by a heavy fog of steam. By the
time she had driven back from the office, she had been shivering. The
snowball fight had left her with wet jeans and coat and the journey back had
been slow due to the condition of the roads. Her paltry car heater had done
little to dissipate the cold and the damp of her clothes. As soon as she
entered her department she stripped off the wet garments, stopping only to
pour herself a large glass of Pinot Grigio. So she had luxuriated in the
hot shower in an attempt to dispel her shivers or at least that had been the
plan. However as Donna pulled on a large burgundy v-neck sweater and soft
blue shorts, she had to face the realisation that perhaps the shivers could
not be purely accounted for by the fact that she had been cold and wet.
Especially since she was still experiencing the occasional one.
"Perhaps they have something to do with the fact that less than an hour ago
you were kissing Joshua Lyman," a little, and somewhat mischievous voice,
said in her head. Doing the best to ignore the suggestion, Donna wrapped
her hair up in a white fluffy towel and headed into the lounge taking a long
sip of the wine. However the voice had a point, but more than that the
magnitude of her earlier actions were beginning to settle in. "Stupid
Stupid Stupid." she retorted to the impish voice in her mind, emphasising
and enunciating the words forcefully, in a tone that was reminiscent of her
old primary school teacher.
Donna flopped down onto the sofa and gazed out the window, as if an answer
could be found there. She noted that the snowflakes seemed to be falling
heavier and more quickly outside. Donna picked up one of the cushions and
hugged it to her stomach, the wine glass in her other hand. Then she
flicked on the TV, the volume on low so as not to intrude heavily into her
somewhat turbulent thoughts.
A man in a TV was gesturing at a graphic of the North East. "...and the
Washington area is currently experiencing a heavy snowfall. It looks set to
continue throughout the rest of the night and on into the morning. Be
careful out there folks..."
She rested her chin on top of the cushions. How stupid could she have been.
"But you have to admit that it was an amazing toe-curling kiss?" piped up
the voice again. Donna smiled slightly, remembering the feel of Josh's lips
on hers. No. This was serious. What on earth could she have been thinking
? She had thought that she was stronger than to get carried away in the
moment. Then she remembered Josh's arm snaking around her waist to pull her
closer, craving more contact and her lips curved in womanly triumph. No.
Stop it. She could have just got herself fired.
Donna took another long sip of her wine before placing the glass down on the
fake wood panelled floor and unrolled the towel on her head. She began to
pat her hair dry while she reflected on the day's events. It seemed strange
that after so many years, she had been the first to give in. That it had
been her curiosity that finally got the better of her. All she had wanted
to know, when she lent forward, was if his lips tasted as good as she knew
they would. To find out if kissing Josh would be as wonderfully fullfilling
as she wanted/longed/hoped for. To find out if it would be worth waiting the
intervening years for..
So there in front of her had been the proverbial Pandora's box. And what
had she done - did she walk away like she should have done? Hell no. She'd
taken a crowbar to it.
For an intelligent woman she really was incredible stupid at times.
And now she had gone and destroyed the illusion. Through her actions she
had tasted the forbidden fruit, cemented the facts into the light of day,
pulling them of fantasy. "You want to do it again don't you?" the imp said
in her mind. "Shut up," she retorted, as her fingers worked through a knot
in her hair. She wondered whether their friendship, their working
relationship, would now fade away under the embarrassment of her actions.
That by crossing the line she had dissolved the good thing they already had.
"There were two of you participating, and quite eagerly at that.." the voice
said. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she re-iterated the sentiment over and over
this time out loud, as though by saying it over and over like a mantra, she
could ignore the little part of her, the part that owned the mischievous
voice.
"You enjoyed it though," the voice said quietly as it faded away. She
dropped the towel on the floor and threw her head back against the sofa.
It seemed that kissing Joshua Lyman had just made her certifiable.
****************************************
Josh raised his head from his desk and propped his chin up on his arms, the
green wool tickling his chin trying to straighten out his thoughts. "Let's
begin at the beginning, look at this logically." Although trying to apply
logic to Donna Moss was like trying to get the President to take a two-week
vacation. It was skirting on the realm of impossibility. He ran a hand
through his hair and started again.
"Ok. Interesting development," he thought. Then realised that that was
probably the understatement of the year. Donna had kissed him. Well, he
had certainly kissed her back but she had initiated the incident. He looked
up and could just see the edge of her desk through his open doorway. The
office seemed a world away from what had taken place in the Rose Garden only
half an hour ago, but it seemed the more real. He shook his head. No, what
he had felt had been all too real. A fact that scared him with its
implications.
All Josh seemed to have were questions, with no answers. Why had she kissed
him ? What did it mean ? What did she want from him ? What did he want
from her? His overactive mind clued him in on the answer to the last of
those questions causing him to groan and rub his hand over his eyes. "Don't
go there, Joshua," he scolded himself although it was a bit too late he
decided ruefully.
Josh jumped to his feet and started pacing, ignoring the squelching of his
wet shoes. After another hour of pacing around his office he came to the
conclusion that he wasn't getting anywhere with trying to unravel and
evaluate what had happened. He needed to talk with her. It wouldn't be
easy but they needed to face this head on, the same way they had everything
else. The trouble was that when the had faced everything else, he didn't
have the lingering taste of Donna on his lips driving him to distraction.
Sighing, the Deputy Chief of Staff picked up his damp coat and strode
purposefully out of the office. They had to sort this.
****************************************
The doorbell chimed softly bringing Donna out of her thoughts. She glanced
at the clock on the shelf, a garish 21:07 flashed back at her. Well, he'd
lasted an hour longer than she would have predicted, which meant that this
whole thing had probably disturbed him more deeply than she had first
thought. The ramifications of that sudden realisation did not bear
examining right now. She got up, her bare feet padding quietly across the
cold floor and went to answer the door.
As she expected Josh was standing there, inspecting his shoes having just
realised their condition, as he waited for the door to open. As soon as it
did his head snapped up. She took one look at his snow filled hair and his
shivering lips and then pulled him inside.
"You walked!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah." he replied quietly. "I wasn't really paying attention, was
thinking." He thrust his red raw hands into the pockets of his coat, to
hide them from her as she grabbed his arm pulling him in from her hallway.
"So I noticed," she said dryly as she peeled his soaking coat off him before
propelling him into the warm lounge. He noticed the empty wine glass and
the background noise of the TV as she disappeared into her bedroom. It
seemed that he wasn't the only one who had been lost in thought.
"Donna, we need to ta-talk." he said loudly so that his voice carried to the
bedroom. It would have been fine except that he shivered on the last
syllable.
"Shower first. Talk second." She ordered, as she returned with a spare pair
of his jogging pants and a T-shirt and thrust them into his chest. He
looked blankly at his clothes, absently wondering from where they had
materialised. Then he seemed to dismiss the fact and focus on what he
wanted to say.
"No, Donna. I really think we should talk now."
She looked up at him, her eyes slightly pained but her voice was soft, it
was the same tone she had used by the tree just a few hours ago. "It's
okay. I'm not going anywhere." He said nothing for a moment and then
nodded and went into the bathroom, the door clicked as he turned the lock.
Donna hung his coat up and went to pour herself another glass of white wine,
absently listening to the shower running in the background. As soon as she
had seen him, as soon as they had locked glances, she realised that this was
more serious than she had imagined. This was no drunken kiss at the office
party. His look of determination had dispelled her fervent hope that this
could all be forgotten. This was trouble. Big trouble.
God they were screwed.
****************************************
to be continued..
Feedback: That would be nice - joshbunny@btinternet.com
Disclaimer: Sadly, these aren't mine :) Damn.
Rating: PG-13
Category: J/D
Summary: Donna reflects on the snowballing incident, while Josh is a bit
more decisive.
Spoilers: None
Archiving: Just drop me an email first.
Notes: Okay, the lovely amount of feedback in my inbox had one main theme -
trying to convince me to write a sequel. So here it is ! I'm not really sure
where I am going with the story line so it should be a nice surprise for all
of us :) Oh and following Norma's encouraging comments, I withdraw the
"fluff" label on Part 1 :)
Previously, in Part 1:
By the time Josh returned to his office, Donna had already left. He sat down
heavily in the chair, unaware his soaking jeans and snow filled shoes. He
could still taste her kisses, smell her subtle perfume. He could still feel
her cold snow-wet fingers twisting through his hair. He didn't know what to
do next, but he knew that he wanted to feel it again...and soon.
He sighed and banged his head gently on the table.
God they were screwed.
~*~*~*~ Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow - Part 2 ~*~*~*~
Donna stepped out of the shower, surrounded by a heavy fog of steam. By the
time she had driven back from the office, she had been shivering. The
snowball fight had left her with wet jeans and coat and the journey back had
been slow due to the condition of the roads. Her paltry car heater had done
little to dissipate the cold and the damp of her clothes. As soon as she
entered her department she stripped off the wet garments, stopping only to
pour herself a large glass of Pinot Grigio. So she had luxuriated in the
hot shower in an attempt to dispel her shivers or at least that had been the
plan. However as Donna pulled on a large burgundy v-neck sweater and soft
blue shorts, she had to face the realisation that perhaps the shivers could
not be purely accounted for by the fact that she had been cold and wet.
Especially since she was still experiencing the occasional one.
"Perhaps they have something to do with the fact that less than an hour ago
you were kissing Joshua Lyman," a little, and somewhat mischievous voice,
said in her head. Doing the best to ignore the suggestion, Donna wrapped
her hair up in a white fluffy towel and headed into the lounge taking a long
sip of the wine. However the voice had a point, but more than that the
magnitude of her earlier actions were beginning to settle in. "Stupid
Stupid Stupid." she retorted to the impish voice in her mind, emphasising
and enunciating the words forcefully, in a tone that was reminiscent of her
old primary school teacher.
Donna flopped down onto the sofa and gazed out the window, as if an answer
could be found there. She noted that the snowflakes seemed to be falling
heavier and more quickly outside. Donna picked up one of the cushions and
hugged it to her stomach, the wine glass in her other hand. Then she
flicked on the TV, the volume on low so as not to intrude heavily into her
somewhat turbulent thoughts.
A man in a TV was gesturing at a graphic of the North East. "...and the
Washington area is currently experiencing a heavy snowfall. It looks set to
continue throughout the rest of the night and on into the morning. Be
careful out there folks..."
She rested her chin on top of the cushions. How stupid could she have been.
"But you have to admit that it was an amazing toe-curling kiss?" piped up
the voice again. Donna smiled slightly, remembering the feel of Josh's lips
on hers. No. This was serious. What on earth could she have been thinking
? She had thought that she was stronger than to get carried away in the
moment. Then she remembered Josh's arm snaking around her waist to pull her
closer, craving more contact and her lips curved in womanly triumph. No.
Stop it. She could have just got herself fired.
Donna took another long sip of her wine before placing the glass down on the
fake wood panelled floor and unrolled the towel on her head. She began to
pat her hair dry while she reflected on the day's events. It seemed strange
that after so many years, she had been the first to give in. That it had
been her curiosity that finally got the better of her. All she had wanted
to know, when she lent forward, was if his lips tasted as good as she knew
they would. To find out if kissing Josh would be as wonderfully fullfilling
as she wanted/longed/hoped for. To find out if it would be worth waiting the
intervening years for..
So there in front of her had been the proverbial Pandora's box. And what
had she done - did she walk away like she should have done? Hell no. She'd
taken a crowbar to it.
For an intelligent woman she really was incredible stupid at times.
And now she had gone and destroyed the illusion. Through her actions she
had tasted the forbidden fruit, cemented the facts into the light of day,
pulling them of fantasy. "You want to do it again don't you?" the imp said
in her mind. "Shut up," she retorted, as her fingers worked through a knot
in her hair. She wondered whether their friendship, their working
relationship, would now fade away under the embarrassment of her actions.
That by crossing the line she had dissolved the good thing they already had.
"There were two of you participating, and quite eagerly at that.." the voice
said. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she re-iterated the sentiment over and over
this time out loud, as though by saying it over and over like a mantra, she
could ignore the little part of her, the part that owned the mischievous
voice.
"You enjoyed it though," the voice said quietly as it faded away. She
dropped the towel on the floor and threw her head back against the sofa.
It seemed that kissing Joshua Lyman had just made her certifiable.
****************************************
Josh raised his head from his desk and propped his chin up on his arms, the
green wool tickling his chin trying to straighten out his thoughts. "Let's
begin at the beginning, look at this logically." Although trying to apply
logic to Donna Moss was like trying to get the President to take a two-week
vacation. It was skirting on the realm of impossibility. He ran a hand
through his hair and started again.
"Ok. Interesting development," he thought. Then realised that that was
probably the understatement of the year. Donna had kissed him. Well, he
had certainly kissed her back but she had initiated the incident. He looked
up and could just see the edge of her desk through his open doorway. The
office seemed a world away from what had taken place in the Rose Garden only
half an hour ago, but it seemed the more real. He shook his head. No, what
he had felt had been all too real. A fact that scared him with its
implications.
All Josh seemed to have were questions, with no answers. Why had she kissed
him ? What did it mean ? What did she want from him ? What did he want
from her? His overactive mind clued him in on the answer to the last of
those questions causing him to groan and rub his hand over his eyes. "Don't
go there, Joshua," he scolded himself although it was a bit too late he
decided ruefully.
Josh jumped to his feet and started pacing, ignoring the squelching of his
wet shoes. After another hour of pacing around his office he came to the
conclusion that he wasn't getting anywhere with trying to unravel and
evaluate what had happened. He needed to talk with her. It wouldn't be
easy but they needed to face this head on, the same way they had everything
else. The trouble was that when the had faced everything else, he didn't
have the lingering taste of Donna on his lips driving him to distraction.
Sighing, the Deputy Chief of Staff picked up his damp coat and strode
purposefully out of the office. They had to sort this.
****************************************
The doorbell chimed softly bringing Donna out of her thoughts. She glanced
at the clock on the shelf, a garish 21:07 flashed back at her. Well, he'd
lasted an hour longer than she would have predicted, which meant that this
whole thing had probably disturbed him more deeply than she had first
thought. The ramifications of that sudden realisation did not bear
examining right now. She got up, her bare feet padding quietly across the
cold floor and went to answer the door.
As she expected Josh was standing there, inspecting his shoes having just
realised their condition, as he waited for the door to open. As soon as it
did his head snapped up. She took one look at his snow filled hair and his
shivering lips and then pulled him inside.
"You walked!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah." he replied quietly. "I wasn't really paying attention, was
thinking." He thrust his red raw hands into the pockets of his coat, to
hide them from her as she grabbed his arm pulling him in from her hallway.
"So I noticed," she said dryly as she peeled his soaking coat off him before
propelling him into the warm lounge. He noticed the empty wine glass and
the background noise of the TV as she disappeared into her bedroom. It
seemed that he wasn't the only one who had been lost in thought.
"Donna, we need to ta-talk." he said loudly so that his voice carried to the
bedroom. It would have been fine except that he shivered on the last
syllable.
"Shower first. Talk second." She ordered, as she returned with a spare pair
of his jogging pants and a T-shirt and thrust them into his chest. He
looked blankly at his clothes, absently wondering from where they had
materialised. Then he seemed to dismiss the fact and focus on what he
wanted to say.
"No, Donna. I really think we should talk now."
She looked up at him, her eyes slightly pained but her voice was soft, it
was the same tone she had used by the tree just a few hours ago. "It's
okay. I'm not going anywhere." He said nothing for a moment and then
nodded and went into the bathroom, the door clicked as he turned the lock.
Donna hung his coat up and went to pour herself another glass of white wine,
absently listening to the shower running in the background. As soon as she
had seen him, as soon as they had locked glances, she realised that this was
more serious than she had imagined. This was no drunken kiss at the office
party. His look of determination had dispelled her fervent hope that this
could all be forgotten. This was trouble. Big trouble.
God they were screwed.
****************************************
to be continued..
