What We Do: The Getaway
Completed: 10/13/04
Rating: R
Summary: Josh and Donna go on a weekend getaway
Author's Notes: If you haven't read the What We do series, you're not going to get this. This is a stand-alone sequel to What We Do. There will be a few more What We Do sequels, but this is the first.
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"I'm officially running at semi-full capacity." I happily announce as I walk in and hop down on CJ's couch.
"What?" She's reading something and pretty much ignoring me.
"Sex…the go ahead. I got it. And tonight, I'm going to get it. Lot's of it."
That got her attention and her face scrunches up like she's just witnessed a bunny getting run over by a car. "We've discussed the level of detail my stomach can handle."
"Right. Sorry, I can't help myself. I nearly walked into his office and attacked him when I got back, but he's in the oval office meeting with Leo and the President. It's a sick, sick thing, but I was tempted to…"
"Stop right there," she says, holding her hand up.
"That's probably for the best."
"So, tonight."
"Well, maybe this afternoon, if I can get him out to the car for a little bit."
"Donna!"
"I'm sorry, CJ, but you know our theory about his abilities in this area. And he's proven so good at similar activities." Now she's banging her head on her desk. I admit this is pretty much just for fun now.
"Wait a minute!" she yells, looking up at me.
"What?"
"Isn't tomorrow your anniversary or something?"
"Yeah, two months."
"Oh Donna, you have to wait."
"What?" Wait? Is she insane?
"Wait for the anniversary. It'll be romantic."
"No! No, no, no. I can't wait."
"It's one day!"
"CJ!"
"Donna!"
I look at her, ready to argue some more, but then I know she's right. "I have to wait?" I ask quietly.
"Well, you don't have to, but…"
"Right," I say, pouting. 24 more hours with no sex, I feel like a nun. Well, except that oral and digital activities are taking place on a regular basis. You didn't want to know that, did you?
"Tell you what. Tomorrow, during lunch, we'll go to Victoria's Secret and pick out something sexy for you to wear. Won't that be fun?" Poor CJ, trying to cheer me up.
"Oh! I know what I want. I saw it in the last catalog. It's a silk charmeuse chemise and matching wrap. Ivory. It's gorgeous; sexy but tasteful. I'll need some underwear that match too."
"Alright, that's the spirit! You're gonna knock him dead."
"Well, hopefully not until after…"
"Donna!" Just for fun, I tell you. Just for fun.
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"Did you pack her bag?" I ask, sneaking into CJ's office like I'm on a mission for the CIA.
"Yes, I put it in your trunk," she says tossing my car keys to me.
"Everything else set?" I ask Toby as I pace the office and they both laugh at me.
"The map is in the front seat, they're expecting you around eight, lilies are in the room, and they're going to have some brie and girly romantic food like that set out and a fire going in the fire place. I didn't think they should let you start it yourself. We all know how that goes."
I glad are him. "The team Toby, the team." The three of us have become a team. Well, except that CJ isn't really on our team, and for that matter, neither is Toby. Still, they help me with things like this because they're sure if I did it alone I'd mess-up, and they think Donna deserves better. They're also helping me look for the engagement ring. We have it narrowed down to six.
"Calm down, Romeo," CJ says, ignoring the whole team comment.
"I'm fine." I'm not fine. I'm so excited! I can't stop bouncing around the office. I've been doing it all day. This will be our first getaway as a couple, and I feel like I'm coming out of my skin.
A few weeks ago, we scheduled the vote for the Arts In Education bill, and I managed to get that vote for today, October 13, which is….wait for it…mine and Donna's second month anniversary. I'm a genius! Once I scheduled the vote, which I knew was easily going to pass, I went to the team to plan something romantic. I was thinking dinner, maybe finally going to Teatro Goldoni, something sweet like that. An hour later, CJ and Toby came to me with an altogether different, much more expensive, and I must say, better plan. They found The Sandcastle Bed and Breakfast directly on the ocean on Long Beach Island in New Jersey. Not only that, they also convinced Leo to let Donna and me take Thursday, Friday, and the weekend off. Toby not so graciously agreed to field all things related to my office for the rest of the week, so barring a national emergency, which let's face it, is still a definite possibility, we shouldn't be bothered for the next four days. CJ even went to the brownstone this morning and packed a bag for Donna. See, we're a team; kind of.
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I don't know where we're going. I have no idea. The bill passed, Leo told me to get the hell out of the west wing and not come back until Monday, and Josh all but threw me in the car. Now we're driving and I have no idea where we're going, but it's not towards home where I was planning on having sex.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise!" He's very chipper. Imagine how he'd be if he knew he could be getting lucky right now.
"But, I had a surprise of my own," I pout.
"The fridge!" Josh yells suddenly.
Where the hell did that come from? I'm thinking about sex and out of nowhere he yells the word 'fridge?' "What about the fridge?"
"I forgot to clean out the fridge. When you leave town, you get rid of anything that might make a fridge smell. It's what you do. It's… an unwritten rule. There's milk in there; I saw it yesterday. Oh, it's gonna smell…" Josh has an inexplicable fear of refrigerator smell. You may remember this from early in our relationship. I've spoken with his mother about it, but she's been unable to shed any light on the subject. All we can guess is that there was some sort of issue in college that he's blocked out. Wait a minute; did he say 'when you leave town'?
"We're going out of town?" That's going to stall the sex, isn't it?
"Yes, for four days. The whole weekend Donna, refrigerators can sense these things. We'll come back Sunday to horrific smells permeating the air and settling into the furniture. Bugs, ants, and rodents will be there, feeding off those smells. We'll come home to a house full of mice and…. porcupines." He's waiving his arms around like a mad man. I still sometimes wonder why we let him run the country.
"Porcupines?"
"Yes. And snakes."
"Because of the fridge smell?"
"Yes," he says panicked as he gets out his cell phone and begins dialing.
"Of course."
"I need a favor," he says to whomever he's talking to. There's a pause and he continues. "I know, but I need another one… Do you still have the spare key to the brownstone?…Good, I need you to go there and clean out the fridge… Please… I'm begging you… You don't understand, we could have snakes by Sunday… I'll pay you… Please… I'm begging here, this should be giving you some amount of joy… You know he won't do it; you're all I have… This is extremely important, you have no idea…what do you want?… No, no more shoes… a what?…hold on… Donna?"
"Yeah?" What the hell is going on and when am I going to have sex?
"What's the approximate cost of a prada purse?"
Oh, now I see. He's obviously on the phone with CJ, who is trying to get a prada purse for throwing away a carton of milk and some cottage cheese that won't be bad by Sunday. Good move CJ. "Anywhere from 300 on up. I've seen them for over a thousand." His mouth drops open and he looks at me like I just told him Amy was in the backseat. It takes him a minute to focus on CJ again.
"Absolutely not… you're nuts…you want a thousand dollar purse to clean out a refrigerator?…it'll take twenty minutes…lunch, I'll buy you lunch next week…no…think of the team CJ, the team…but she lives there too… you don't want her to come home to a house full of mice and porcupines, do you?…it could too happen…how much is that?…CJ, I'm going to go broke… fine…what?… what do you mean, you can't do it alone?…all you have to do is sit there…did you two plan this?" Now he's looking at me like I'm involved in some scheme. All I want to do is have sex! "Fine. Fine. Just clean out the fridge, everything gone. The BBQ sauce and Pepto-Bismol can stay, anything frozen can stay. Everything else goes. Everything, CJ, everything. Yeah, yeah, you're a thief; you know that?"
Great, now I'm going to have to completely re-stock the fridge. "What's going on?" I ask when he hangs up.
"Next weekend you and CJ are going to some Pif spa for special number 8, whatever that means."
"The Piaf Spa?" Holy crap, good negotiating CJ!
"Yeah."
"Special number 8?"
"That's what she said, what's special number 8?"
"A full body massage, a facial, a pedicure and a mani…"
"A full body massage?" I love the squeak. It's something I never grow tired of.
"Yep!" This is almost better than sex.
"I just agreed to pay for my girlfriend to get a full body massage from somebody else?"
"It appears so." No, I'm still going to need sex.
He starts mumbling, and I can't make it all out, but I do hear, "Great, some gomer trying to feel up my girlfriend and I'm paying for it."
"It might be a woman," I remind him. Now his eyebrows raise and he looks over and starts looking me up and down. Yuck, he's having a mental image of me in some sort of twisted girl on girl porno, I just know it. Men are so disgusting. "Joshua!"
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Here's the thing. I crave Donna. It's kind of sick, I know, but I do. So, driving to New Jersey while sitting next to her in the car isn't as easy as driving to New Jersey would be if she were, I don't know, in the trunk. I guess I should have seen this coming. At least three times a week, we don't make it all the way home from work without stopping for a make-out session somewhere along the way, and that's a twenty-minute drive. I'll be calmly watching the road when out of the corner of my eye I see her chewing on her thumb and staring at me, at which point I have no choice but to pull over and kiss her for, I don't know, a half hour or so. Anyway, what I'm saying is the four-hour drive to New Jersey takes six hours.
When we finally get to The Sandcastle and up to our room, the Sunset Vista Suite, indeed everything is perfect. There's a fire in the fireplace, and Brie and crackers and fruit out on a tray along with a bottle of wine that the President recommended and probably cost me a small fortune. And there are two-dozen lilies in a vase by the bed, which Donna noticed immediately. Donna, by the way, looks like she's going to either cry or jump me right here in front of Nancy, the innkeeper, I'm not sure which. But I'm pretty sure I'm getting some tonight. Well, not getting some as in getting some getting some, Donna's still not at semi-full capacity, but there are…things we can do. And we do them… very well and very often. And that's the getting some I'm talking about.
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Oh yeah, Josh is getting some tonight. And I mean getting some getting some. Of course, he doesn't know it, but when I walk out into that room wearing this, I think he's going to have a pretty good idea. It occurs to me that CJ must've known about this trip when we discussed sex yesterday, and she convinced me to wait until tonight because she knew it was going to be perfect. Then she went the extra mile by helping me pick out lingerie and hide it in a non-Victoria Secret's bag and still somehow managed to keep the trip a secret. And at the end of the day, she managed to get herself, and me, a special number 8 from Piaf's, which cost 200 each. It's times like this that I realize I still have a lot to learn from CJ Cregg.
I take one last look in the mirror. I was going to put my hair up, but why bother? Taking it down would be the very first thing he'd do, his obsession with my hair hasn't diminished in the slightest. As for the rest of me, I look pretty good, if I do say so myself. Yes, I have three scars on my right leg, and yes, I'm going to have to try to strike a come hither pose using a cane, but I'm guessing that once he sees me in this outfit, he'll come to me and I won't have to use the cane after that. As far as the outfit goes, I'm looking pretty damn good. This chemise is clinging to all the right places and none of the wrong ones; it's a cross between angelic looking and down right hot, and the wrap falls off the shoulders just so. Yep, I'm ready.
I open the bathroom door and find Josh standing by the window looking out over the bay, with his back to me. He's still wearing his suit, with the exception of the tie that didn't make it past the first make-out pit stop, and his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He doesn't know this, but I find that extremely sexy. He has no idea what he can do to me by just…being. I should probably make some noise or something to alert him of my presence, but instead I just stand here watching him. After a minute, I look to his reflection in the glass, and I'm surprised to find him looking directly at me.
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Oh my God. I can't breath. And I can't move. I have never in my life seen anything as beautiful as her. She just came out of the bathroom; I heard the door and caught her reflection in the glass before I had a chance to turn around. Now I'm riveted to this spot and I can't seem to take a breath. She's looking at my back and has a smile on her face, but she doesn't know that I can see her, so I just watch her. I'm utterly speechless.
Finally, she catches my reflection and we just stare at each other. She starts biting at her lower lip, and I know my mouth is hanging open, but I simply have no control right now. After several seconds, she leans against the doorframe and licks her lips and I'm surprised that I don't fall over into a heap right here by the window.
It takes a good thirty, forty seconds to turn around and face her, and I try to speak twice, but nothing comes out when I open my mouth. Her smile gets bigger, which is a less sexy look, but looks all the sexier to me if that makes any sense. I'm slowly walking towards her, but I don't want to get too close for fear that she'll disappear, and I don't want to go even another second before touching her, and basically, I'm losing my mind, which isn't surprising considering the fact that there's no blood there right now.
When I finally reach her, I don't know where to start. My right hand finds its way to her left shoulder, where her robe is hanging off of it and on to her arm. I start rubbing small circles on her there with my thumb as I continue gawking at her like an imprisoned man looking at a woman for the first time in fifteen years. She brings her left hand up and places it gently on my forearm, running her nails over it lightly. I instantly become even harder than I was, which I didn't know was possible at this point.
It's her touch that finally sends me into action, and I bring my left hand to her hair, which is really my favorite place in the world to have it. I lean down and brush my lips over hers, but then move directly to her neck and begin placing long open mouth kisses at the curve where neck becomes shoulder. Her hand that was on my arm moves to my hair and she starts pulling me closer to her while at the same time, lightly scratching my scalp with her nails. This makes me groan.
Eventually, I drop to my knees, which is really going to hurt tomorrow, but I have to be closer to her body. I'm torn as to whether I want this nightgown on or off of her, and I finally settle on kissing her stomach through the thing while running my hands over it on her back and sides. I can feel the heat from her body through the material and my light caresses become more like a deep body massage as the need to touch her becomes greater.
I look up at her; her head is leaned back against the doorframe and her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open, and she's breathing heavy. One of her hands is still in my hair, while the other one is up over her head holding onto the frame of the door. While still watching her, I move my hands under the nightgown, to her stomach and she gasps, her mouth opening a little more as her chest starts heaving and her face becomes even more flushed. I go back to kissing her stomach, her pelvis bone, her belly button, still through the silky material, and I feel her other hand come to rest in my hair as well.
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It's not easy to pull Josh up from his knees, he's obviously content to just stay right there all night, but I need his mouth on mine. So, I use the two hands in his hair to tilt his head up to my face and I lean down and kiss him. The kiss is long and passionate and our tongues slide against each other almost agonizingly slowly. As we kiss, I move my hands to his cheeks and guide him back to his feet and that's when I feel him push the wrap off of me, so I drop my hands from his face so it can fall to the floor. His fingers are light on my arms, sending shivers throughout my entire body, and when the wrap is gone, I rake my hands back up his arms, across his chest and begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His hands are back in my hair, but when I start pushing his shirt off his shoulders, he takes them out and helps me take it off of him. He pulls his lips from mine and while looking him directly in the eyes; I reach for the hem of his t-shirt and push it up his chest, letting my thumbs drag along his torso the entire way. When it's up around his chest, he takes it from me and pulls it over his head as I immediately begin kissing his chest, moving my hands around to feel the muscles in his back.
While I'm doing this, Josh attaches himself back to my neck and my earlobe, making me glad I went ahead and took off my earrings. He takes the earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it and biting it ever so gently as I do the exact same thing to his nipple, which makes him groan. His fingers are now playing with the spaghetti straps on my nightgown, lifting them, sliding them over, but not pushing them over my shoulders to rid me of it. This makes me smile against his skin.
I eventually move my hands back around to his front and begin undoing his belt buckle. I not so accidentally brush my hand over his erection, which makes him push into me and groan again. When his belt is undone, I unbutton and unzip his pants, and move my hands under them to his butt, and then push them down over his hips and let them pool around his feet. Without moving his lips from my neck, he toes off his shoes and kicks his pants aside. I look down at him in nothing but boxers and black dress socks and giggle.
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She's laughing at me. I can hear it, but her neck tastes too damn good to stop what I'm doing right now and yell at her. I know she's laughing at my socks, but those are just going to have to wait. She pulls me closer and giggles right into my skin, and then begins licking and biting her way around my chest, which is amazing. When I can't keep my hands off of her any longer I cup her breast through the material of her nightgown, which I'm just not ready to take off her yet.
I pick her up and carry her to the bed, pulling off my socks and laying down on her left side. I'm still careful never to put any weight on her right leg, and I kiss her again, while snaking my hand up the nightgown again, this time to her breasts, which makes her moan and arch her back up to meet my hand. One of her legs is between my legs and when she bends her knee, she brushes up against my erection, making me groan yet again.
Finally, I sit her up and pull the nightgown over her head, locking eyes with her. She smiles at me; I know it makes her happy that even when she's naked, it's her soul I'm looking for. My hands are in her hair and hers are on my upper arms and we're just looking at each other, breathing heavily and faces flushed, and as happy as we've ever been.
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He kisses me again, our tongues dancing with each other, and he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, which always makes me sigh and moan and squeak in this way that he loves, and now it's his turn to laugh at me, and then I feel his hand in the elastic of my underwear and I lift my hips as he pulls them down my legs. When they're low enough on my legs, I kick them off and he breaks from my lips to my breasts once again. He has his hand on one and his mouth on the other and it's an overloading of the senses. I don't know what to pay attention to, and I can't really focus any more.
When he comes back to my face and kisses me again, I roll so I'm on top of him, which obviously isn't going to work for sex, because I can't have all that pressure on my knees. But still, I like the feeling of his body under mine, so we'll stay this way a little longer. I leave his mouth and move to his neck. "Josh," I say, taking his earlobe in my mouth and sucking on it. "I had physical therapy yesterday."
"Tuesday, I know," he says, turning his head so I can get to his neck and ear better.
I move from his neck to his Adams apple, and suck on it for a few seconds. He grips the sheets. "She said that I'm…"
"Yeah?" he asks, obviously trying to focus on my words even as my tongue moves against him.
I move my mouth back up to his ear and let my lips graze it as I whisper, "Semi-full capacity." I was going to say something sexy, but using code words is what we do.
Just like that, his hands leave the sheets and he's pulling me into a kiss that neither of us can seem to get enough of. Our teeth are hitting and our tongues are dueling and we're both making all kinds of noises and then before I even realize it, I'm on my back again.
When he pulls back, he looks at my face and smiles. "Are you sure?" he whispers. I respond my putting my hand on his boxers and tugging. He's off me and naked in record time, and then he's on top of me favoring my left side, and I realize that he's never actually been on top of me before this, and I definitely like it.
And then he's inside me, and it's indescribable. Our eyes lock again, and I'm lost in him. We make love slowly, holding each other, and as I climax, he cradles me and tells me that I'm amazing and that he loves me. He falls soon after me, and we're both panting and speechless, but we still can't get enough of each other. We're trying to catch our breath and kiss at the same time, and his hands are right back where they belong, in my hair, massaging my scalp, and then we're on our sides, facing each other and we're both grinning like idiots, and I'm thinking that we're not going to be seeing much of Long Beach Island, NJ this weekend.