Happy holidays everyone! Sorry it's been so long. It's been a tough time over here at Casa de Ghostly&Coastly. A friend of mine died and he was so young and it's just been hard. Writing fun Josh & Donna stuff hasn't really been easy when I feel like this but I've read just about every JD fanfic there is now and so alas I come back to writing my own. I'd love for yall to review- it really makes me feel so proud and happy and yeah I'd just appreciate it- thanks for the support so far !
December 31st, 1998
Donna
Okay. Soooooooo. I'm a little drunk.
It's New Years! We're all allowed to get drunk. In fact, it may be a law. Or in the Bill of Rights. Thou Shalt Drink More Than One Ought To In Celebration of The New Year! Or is that the commandments? Who cares! This is a great chardonnay.
I've managed to convince myself that I'm not actually in love with Josh. That we just have a lot of seuxal chemistry and care about each other a lot. Just friends who are very attracted to each other.
Hence why I've tried to kiss several other men at this party. Well, tried is a weird word for kissing. I have kissed three men at this party. What can I say? It's been a stressful time! Transitioning to the White House is exhausting and Josh is aggravated most of the time. And I had a terrible time in Wisconsin during the holidays. I missed Josh. My brother announced that he and his wife are having a baby. Which made me sad and I felt guilty for feeling sad. My mother was very worried about me in D.C. and my extended family are republicans and obviously that was frustrating. Josh was horrified when I told him. Which made me feel a bit better.
Anyways! Back to the kissing! I kissed Ed! Who looked shocked and waved Josh over. Josh rolled his eyes and steered me back to our group. At some point I kissed Sam who was also very drunk. Toby stopped that one. Josh looked angry. I teased him about his frowny face. He rolled his eyes at me again. He should stop that. I snuck away then.
I don't know who the third guy was but he was into me! We were making out a little before I felt hands on my shoulders pulling me away. I thought it would be Josh but it was CJ who led me back over to the group and told Josh to take me home. I may have tried to kiss CJ as well on our way over to the table.
On the way back to my apartment I dry heaved on the sidewalk.
I hadn't even made it to midnight. I was sure Josh would tease me about that come morning.
"Joooosh." I whined as he held me up as we walked. "Kiss me."
"I think you've done enough kissing."
"Only because I can't kiss you." I like the little pause in his step. I giggle because I like that I can do that to him.
"Do I wanna ask what's funny?"
"You wanna kiss me."
"Nah."
"You wanna kisssss me." I say in a sing songy voice.
"Oh, god."
"You really really really wanna kiiiiiissss me."I try to say this in the rhythm of Wannabe by the Spice Girls but my drunken state interferes with my delivery.
"You'd probably vomit on me."
"Yeah but I might do that even if we don't kiss."
"You're twisted." He tells me, giving me an idea. I turn to whisper in his ear.
"I am quite flexible." He makes a low noise in his throat. It's very sexy. Then I tripped a little. His expression grew serious.
"Donna…" He rubs his hand over his face. "The rules, remember." NO JOSH! I AM DRUNK AND HAPPY- NO TIME FOR RULES. But I don't have the energy to tell him this. I'm feeling a little sleepy.
"I'm tired." I announce.
"Well you have to make it to your hotel and then you can go to bed." Josh squeezes my side to reassure me.
"It's toooo faaaarrr." I complain and stop walking. I nearly fall over as Josh doesn't realize I've stopped moving for a step or two.
"My place is closer. I'll sleep on the couch." He says a little hesitantly.
"No! You, bed." I tell him, pointing my finger into his chest.
"Donna…" He groans.
"I'll stay on the couch." I tell him, fully intending to sneak into his bed once he goes to sleep.
"We'll… see when we get there. C'mon, let's go."
We're in his apartment now. I tried to do a singing in the rain esque swing around a lamp post twice but Josh managed to stop me both times. I also kissed his cheek a few times. I was feeling giddy, a little dizzy, and very sleepy. Maybe that's why when Josh tucked me in his bed, I didn't complain or remember our earlier conversation.
"Josh." I'm tucked in bed, cuddling into his pillows. He's in his closet looking for something to sleep in. He comes out still in his dress pants and dress shirt but it's untucked and halfway unbuttoned.
"You okay?" Josh looks tired. I should let him sleep.
"Stay with me?" I ask, using my best puppy dog eyes. I think it worked as he walks over and bends over to kiss my forehead, making all the butterflies explode inside me.
"Good night, Donnatella."
"Night, Joshua." I slur and give up. I'll wait him out and join him on the couch soon enough.
I've passed out about two minutes later.
January 1st, 1998
Josh
I return to my closet to finish changing into my sweatpants. I grab a water for Donna and put it on the table next to her with some aspirin. She's asleep. Her mouth is open and her falling curls are spread across her face. She's beautiful.
I look up from her and see that it's just hit midnight. I press my lips against hers ever so slightly.
"Happy New Year, Donna." I whisper as softly as possible. She just turns over in response.
I wake up a few hours later, hearing a crash.
"Donna?"
"Shit, fuck!" I hear Donna curse from down the hall. I find her on the floor outside the bedroom.
"Are you alright?!" I maybe panicked a little. She stands up, wincing.
"Bathroom. Tripped. Dark." She mumbles with her eyes closed. She doesn't seem hurt but she does seem a little intoxicated still. And she teases me for my sensitive system. Her facial expression changes and she bolts away from me into the bathroom. She barely makes it over the toilet before throwing up. I come up behind her and hold her as she looked quite unsteady. Once I think she's more balanced, I pull her hair up and out of her face.
At some point we end up sitting on the floor, her kneeling, me leaning against the cabinets, still holding her hair.
"Ugggghhh." Donna groans.
"You good?" I ask.
"Yeah… I appreciate you not laughing at me… yet."
"No problem." I smile at her. She looks miserable.
"Thanks for all this. You didn't have to."
"Yes. Yes, I did. You would have ended up passing out on some republican gomer mid making out with him."
"He was a republican?"
"Yup."
"How do you know?"
"Because I didn't like him?"
"You don't like him because you know he's a republican? Or do you not like him because his lips were attached to mine and he was a little handsy?" Her voice is teasing. Seems like she's sobered up a little more so I don't feel bad for being annoyed with her.
"He was a little handsy or you were?" I throw back. She looks amused.
"Maybe both." She shrugs. I roll my eyes. "Sam's a good kisser." She goes further to antagonize me. I glare at her.
"This is the thanks I get?"
"Yup. Deal with it." She's smiling. I stand up exasperated. She wiggles her fingers at me as she reaches towards me. I pull her up gently despite my irritation with her.
"Come sleep on your own bed." She says as she stands close to me. Her breath smells bad but I still find her warmth intoxicating. So I nod.
When I lay down next to her, I feel something under my back that I didn't notice when I moved the covers. It's a dark blue lacy bra. My heart pounds for a minute. I turn to Donna with it waving on my finger.
"Donnatella? Making yourself comfortable here?" She snatches it out of my hand and glares at me.
"It is very uncomfortable. Would you like me to be in pain, Joshua?" She throws back at me. I grin still.
"I didn't say that. I'm just saying usually I sleep with a woman when she leaves her underwear around my bedroom." I'm approaching dangerous territory but it's fun to tease Donna and she deserves it.
"That happen often for you?" She sounds like she doubts me and my seduction abilities. I pinch her side. "Ahk!" I smirk. "Just go to sleep." She turns away from me. I laugh and close my eyes.
"Donna?" I say when I realize something.
"Yes, Josh?" She doesn't turn over but she sounds more amused than annoyed.
"If your dress isn't comfortable, you can borrow something." I suggest awkwardly. She turns over to me.
"You're sweet. You should hide that better." I roll my eyes and get up to get her something. I stare at my clothes for a minute, trying to decide on what I could give her. Most of my pajama pants would fall off her in a second anyways. It'd be weird to give her a pair of my boxers I think. I decide on the biggest shirt I own. It's a Yale one that an aunt gave me that was too big to fit me.
"Here." I toss the shirt at her. Before I can get in the bed, she starts moving around and before I know it, her shoulder are bare and she's pulling the dress out from under the covers. "Donna!"
"What? Oh, come on. Josh, you've seen me naked. Besides. Everything is covered. I'm tired. I don't wanna get out of bed just to change."
"You-you- you're naked in my bed!" My voice goes up a couple octaves.
"Calm down." She rolls her eyes but I can't say I'm only looking at her face. Even though I can't actually see anything. I do have a good memory though and that's more than enough. She's pulled the shirt on now but it's too late. "Someone a little excited there, Tigger?"
"Shut up." I fall face-first on the bed. "Ah!" I turn to look at Donna but she's turned around, acting as if she didn't just pinch my butt. Her giggle gives her away. "You're an evil woman." I tell her. We both turn towards each other. I gulp. We've made it a month and half without sleeping with each other again. There were affectionate touches and teasing remarks. One time we made out after a particularly stressful and long night. We kept our heads though. We should probably do that now too.
Her foot rubs against my calf.
I close my eyes, in just a bit of agony.
"Josh." She says seductively.
"Donna, you're killing me."
"Joshua." I know if I open my eyes, I'm a goner. So I don't know before it happens when Donna kisses me. I freeze.
"Donna. You were drunk out of your mind a few hours ago. I can't sleep with you." Torture, I tell you. She hasn't stopped moving her foot and now she's even closer. Wearing my shirt. And no pants.
"If you're worried about taking advantage of me… Then I can lead." She kisses me again. "Josh, it's alright." She strokes my chest.
"Weren't you vomiting like fifteen minutes ago?" I say, detaching myself from her lips. She pulls away and flops on her back.
"Hmph."
"Don't pout."
"I'm not pouting."
"You are. You're pouting because I won't sleep with you."
"Whatever."
"Donna…" She doesn't pay any attention to me, looking irritated. "Donna." She ignores me again. I scoot close to her and put my arm over her waist over the covers. "Trust me the offer is tempting. Like tortuously… If tomorrow in the morning you still want to…" I kiss her shoulder. "Good night." I don't move my arm from her waist though. I can't convince myself that that's a good idea.
"Good night Josh." Donna sighs and closes her eyes.
January 1st, 1998
Donna
I wake up to the light streaming in through the windows. It takes me a minute to remember why I'm in Josh's apartment but the beginning of a headache helps me remember. Oh my god. I propositioned Josh. Repeatedly. At one point while basically sober. Oh god.
I consider how I'm going to get out of this without total embarrassment. Josh is going to be so cocky. Which is a bad word to use when he's so close to me. My head hurts too much to be having these fantasies. I do remember what Josh said earlier, about if I was still wanting to in the morning. I can't decide if I do which is probably reason in itself to not betray the rules.
Josh sits up at my groan and rubs his face before turning to look at me. I must look pretty pathetic because he smiles and I see the mischief in his eyes.
"Soooo not feeling up to anything?" He's smirking. I glare at him even though it hurts. "No? Don't wanna 'lead'?" I hate him. I pull his pillow from his side and smack him with it. In my current state, it's a pretty weak hit. "So I take it you remember last night."
"You should know that I hate you."
"Eh. I doubt that." He takes the pillow from me and leans his elbows on it, laying on his stomach while looking up at me.
"Good thing you're not that smart so I don't have to take your doubts into consideration."
"Oh? I'm not? Wanna look down at that shirt you're wearing?" I didn't look at it before so I do. Dammit. Yale. As if I could have forgotten with him boasting about going to Harvard and Yale all the time.
"Yeah? Well, I have it on good authority you missed the Dean's List two semesters in a row." I smirk now. His mother had supplied me with this golden little nugget accidentally. Well, maybe not so accidentally. She probably knew her son could use being taken down a few pegs every once in a while. I should probably slip this info to CJ as well. Sisterhood and all.
"You're mean." He tells me. I think a lesser man would have brought up my lack of education but Josh doesn't. He's a good guy even when he tries his best to be an asshole.
"Yeah, you could say that." I shrug and get out of bed. It hurts my head but being in bed with Josh is a little too much. I can feel his gaze on my legs. The shirt covers what it needs to but it's more skin than he's used to seeing. "Thinking about being led, Joshua?" It's my turn to smirk.
"If only you'd had the foresight to bring your equipment with you to the party." He's not deterred by my teasing and his gaze slowly makes its way back up to my face.
"Whatever." I'm hungover. Don't ask me to be witty.
"Do you want coffee?" He asks, changing subject. But the thought of the smell of coffee makes my stomach turn. Apparently, it was evident on my face. "Ah-kay, apparently not."
"Coffee bad. Carbs good." I say before leaving his bedroom to go to the kitchen. I can hear him rustling around to follow me. I scavenge through his cabinets for a minute or so before turning to him.
"You have no food." I accuse him. He shrugs at me.
"I'm mostly at the transition office these days and most of the time you're there to force feed me sooo…"
"You're a child!" I complain, finding some cocoa puffs. My complaint doesn't stop me from reaching my hand in and shoving some into my mouth.
"Bowl bad, cereal good?" He's smirking.
"I hate you." I mutter.
"Nah."
"Yeah."
"Nah." He's grinning like he has something up his sleeve.
"Yes."
"Do you want your present or not?"
"What?" I look at him funny and ignore the excitement rising in me. He sees through my casual exterior.
"I was going to wait but since you're here…" He shrugs.
"What is it!?" I can not hide my exuberance about this. I like presents, okay? He laughs. I like that noise an awful lot.
"Go look in my closet." He winks at me which gives me pause because wow! I didn't think someone was capable of winking without looking like chauvinistic cow or campy as hell. He looks charming when he does it.
In his closet, there is a dress bag that I don't recognize. I look over at him. He's leaning against the doorframe, looking more nervous than he was in the kitchen. I gesture at the bag and he nods. There's an awkward moment of apprehension before I unzip the bag and-
"Josh." I whisper. I'm overcome with emotion and just stare at it.
It's a dress. It's a light pink and a sweetheart neckline with thin straps. It's beautiful.
"CJ told me I was being stupid, pressuring you to come to the Inauguration Balls. That you didn't have a dress so I, uh, got you one." Josh looks pretty damn uncomfortable. I adore him. Best friends can adore their best friends and also want to jump their bones and also buy a dress for the other. It's fine. It is fine.
I pull Josh into my arms and close my eyes as his arms wrap around me.
"Thank you, Joshua." I'm choking up a little and don't say anymore.
"You're welcome, Donnatella. And don't you dare cry." He pinches my side. But we don't let go. We don't let go for a little while.