Once they'd made their way through the flock of reporters waiting outside of Josh's brownstone, they'd changed clothes and collapsed on the couch together. Josh has clicked through the channels to find the Mets game and Donna has curled up beside him, resting her head on a pillow in his lap.

Josh, with his feet propped up on the coffee table, absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair as he gave a running commentary about what was happening in the game. Donna dozed off at one point, but Josh never stopped his tender movements, drinking in the quiet moment with her.

When her eyes fluttered open once again she yawned and stretched before giving him a quick peck on the lips and announcing that she was going to make dinner.

She put together a vegetable lasagna and slid it in the oven, wiping her hands on a towel and heading back to the couch. Josh had barely moved but Donna could sense a shift in him. He'd been brooding while she was in the kitchen, that was for sure.

"Do I get my spot back," she asked playfully.

"Hmm?" His mind had clearly been elsewhere.

"My spot," she repeated, grabbing a pillow and sliding in next to him.

"Oh. Sure." He moved his arm to rest on the back of the couch and Donna dropped the pillow into his lap, resting her head close to him and placing her hand gently on his knee.

She lay there in silence for a few minutes before speaking.

"So, are you going to talk to me or do I have to drag it out of you?" Donna grinned, trying to get him to banter with her, but she'd clearly misread the situation.

When he didn't respond, she tried again.

"Josh?" Donna snaked her hand barely under the hem of his shirt, making light contact with the side of his torso and sliding her hand barely behind him. "Hey," she sat up, finally catching his eye. "It's okay that this bothers you, you know. You have every right to be upset."

"I know I do," he spat more forcefully than intended.

"But you're still worried."

At her quiet tone, he lowered his volume. But his words still rang of a bit of desperation. "Yeah, I'm still worried. What if this doesn't go away? What if this media attention plagues us for the rest of his term? What if he loses re-election because of me?"

"Josh, you'll overcome this. You always do. You are one of the sharpest minds in the country. That's why they want to take you out. But it's not going to happen. You are a hundred times smarter than them. You can handle it."

"Nobody's going to see that, Donna. All they're going to see when they look at me is another hidden diagnosis in The White House."

"They're not, Josh. Not the people who matter. That's not what the President will see, or your friends or the people you've worked side by side with for the last twenty years. It's certainly not what I see when I look at you."

"But what about the public? What about re-election?"

"Josh. The public forgave President Bartlet. They rallied in support."

"I'm no Jed Bartlet."

"You are to me."

A smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth as he reached for her, her words resonating within him. Her endorsement really did make him feel like he could overcome anything. He just needed her by his side.

"How did I get so lucky," he asked, pulling her close.

"You left your office unlocked," she replied cheekily, giving him a wide grin. "And even though you are a brilliant political mind, you're also a human tornado. It was obvious that you needed me the most!" Donna sneaked her hand under his shirt and gave him a little tickle.

His body reacted immediately to her touch. "Oh, I definitely NEED you." He responded, suggestively.

"I want you." Donna offered back breathlessly.

Josh leaned in to softly meet her lips, deepening the kiss when she reciprocated with enthusiasm. He pulled her closer, Donna moving to straddle him. Josh's hands gently held her hips as she began to undress him, their lips never parting. He stood, her legs wrapped around them, to head towards the bedroom in the heat of the moment.

Josh's cell phone screeched, causing Donna to pull away slightly.

"Let it ring," he commanded huskily, walking them down the hall. He was immediately rewarded when he felt Donna smile against his lips.

"That's the sexiest thing you've said all day." She teased as they crossed the threshold.

"Baby, I'm just getting warmed up." He retorted as he lay her on the bed and began removing her clothes.

The blaring of the oven time woke them from their well earned post-colital nap.

"Let it burn," Josh mumbled. "I'll order us a pizza."

Donna chuckled as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I made dinner, Josh. And we're going to eat it." She slid out of bed and pulled a well worn t-shirt from his top drawer

"Stealing my clothes? Are we to that point in this relationship?" Josh harassed her, a giant grin on his face letting her know he didn't mind at all

"Oh Joshua, didn't you ever wonder what happened to your Wesleyan shirt?"

He sat up, suddenly fully awake. "You took my Wesleyan shirt?"

"I've had it for years!"

"Donna! I loved that shirt! And now my Yale shirt?" He whined dramatically.

"You want it? Come and get it," she teased before scurrying out to remove the lasagna.

Donna took off towards the kitchen as Josh fumbled to untangle himself from the bedspread that was wrapped around him. He grabbed a pair of boxers and stepped into them before quickly catching up with her. He grabbed her waist, causing her to shriek playfully as he pulled her into his arms.

"You know, I could turn you over to the cops. Grand larceny."

"Grand larceny? Really? What are those shirts worth, Mr. Lawyer-man?"

"Okay, maybe not, but clearly there will be consequences for your actions." Smirking as his fingers found her ribs and began tickling her as she writhed in his arms, giggling.

He paused after a brief moment, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you," he told her softly. "I really do."

"I love you too." She gave him another quick kiss. "And I'm keeping the shirt. Now, I've got to take the lasagna out of the oven!"

He grinned, enjoying the feeling of her body against his as he let her wiggle free

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Stouffer!"

"Who the hell is Mrs. Stouffer?" Donna chortled as she removed the pan from the oven and placed it on a trivet.

"Mrs. Stouffer, you know the Stouffers! The people who make the frozen stuff," He called over his shoulder as he headed into the living room, and tried to remember where he left his phone. He supposed he really should check the messages.

Josh glanced down to see two missed calls from Charlie, and just as he began to click over to his inbox, his phone rang again.

"Hey, man." Josh answered cheerfully as Donna continued to move about the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Josh?" Charlie sounded concerned.

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to call and, you know, see how you were doing."

"I'm great," Josh announced. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this happy.

"You're doing… great?" Charlie was skeptical to say the least.

"Yeah. Fantastic." He watched Donna stand on her tiptoes to procure two wine glasses, his shirt riding up as she stretched for the top shelf, the bottom of her lace panties peeking out and captivating his attention. "Hey, I gotta go. Thanks for calling, Charlie." He snapped his phone shut once again and tossed it back on the end table, making his way quickly to the kitchen.

"I'll get them," he offered, placing his hand gently on her hips. "Thanks for stocking my pantry. I appreciate it. I've, uh, been too busy to shop."

"You need to eat better," she smiled. "I'll open the wine. And then you can help me with the bread and salad."

"Yes, dear," he grinned, placing a few slow kisses on her neck before moving over to turn on the stereo.

They stood side by side, making the rest of their dinner and Josh hummed along to the music as she instructed him to chop vegetables for a salad.

"This smells amazing," he told her, genuinely excited for a real meal and a night in with Donna. "I'll set the table while you finish up in here."

She slid the bread into the oven and tossed the salad, walking it over to the table.

"Are you going to get dressed or will you be eating like that?" She asked him, staring at him wearing only his boxers.

"Why? Am I distracting you with my male form?" He puffed his chest out and grinned cockily.

"You'd be annoying if you weren't so cute," she told him.

He laughed outright. "Go put some pants on, Fanny. You're going to get cold."

Donna sauntered down the hall, knowing Josh was watching her as she walked away, and she was right.

Josh was taken aback when his door buzzer rang only a moment later. Making his way over, he clicked the button.

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Lyman," Agent Perez's voice rang through. "Charles Young is here to see you."

Josh shook his head. "Send him up."

"Who was that?" Donna called after she'd slipped into a pair of pajama short's she'd packed.

"It's for you," he told her, kissing her as he walked past her in the hallway, pulling on a pair of sweats and a Met's shirt.

"For me?" She looked stunned. "What do you mean it's for me?"

She turned to stare at the door when she heard the knock.

"Go on," he nodded towards his entry as he leaned against the wall.

Donna hesitantly opened the door, her face growing from apprehensive to a full smile when she saw Charlie.

"Charlie! Hi!" Donna immediately wrapped him in a hug.

"Donna? What are you doing here?" Charlie was confused, glancing between his friends.

"Visiting Josh," she answered simply, ushering him in.

"And what are you doing here, Charlie?" Josh chimed in.

"Uhh..." Charlie glanced to Josh. "Just in the neighborhood?"

Josh raised his eyebrows at the response.

"Can you stay for dinner? I just pulled the lasagna out of the oven." Donna generously offered.

Josh narrowed his gaze on Charlie, hoping he'd take the hint.

"No, I, uh, better not," he stated, picking up Josh's unspoken message loud and clear.

"Oh. Well, can I at least send you something to go? You could use a real meal."

"Well, I guess I can't argue with that," Charlie admitted.

Donna slipped into the kitchen to pack Charlie a tupperware, leaving the men alone in the entryway.

"What's up, Charlie? What are you doing here?" Josh asked again, his tone non accusatory.

"Well it's just that you must have had a rough day. And you didn't answer your phone for three consecutive calls. And then when I got you on the line, you told me you were fine and hung up. I was a little concerned. Because honestly, Josh, in the last three years I can count the number of times you've actually been 'fine' on one hand."

Josh let out a small puff of air, but said nothing.

"So," Charlie began. "Donna's here."

"She is."

"And you actually are fine."

"I am."

Charlie glanced into the kitchen before turning back to Josh. "Is this a thing?"

Josh couldn't help but to smile. He was nothing short of lovesick. "It is."

"Seriously?"

Josh watched her move about his apartment as if she'd lived there for ages. "Absolutely," he whispered. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me."