Chapter 4 - "Tonight's the Night"
Thanksgiving Morning - Donna
I awaken early to the sound of icy rain hitting the windows. It takes me a minute to remember where I am, to remember that the warm body sleeping next to me is really Josh, and to remember the incredible events of last night. It's also Thanksgiving Day and as I snuggle up against Josh, I smile at the memories we made last night.
Thanksgiving Eve - Josh
So, tonight's the night. God, I hope she doesn't change her mind. It's late, nearly 10:00, and I'm wandering around my apartment aimlessly. I guess you could say I'm impatient. In fact, I'm beyond impatient. I wonder what's keeping her and look out the window. It's raining, and I know it will probably turn to ice before morning. I hope she decides to take a cab instead of driving herself. Finally I decide to build a fire, light some candles and put on some music. I choose an eclectic mix of John Prine, George Harrison, David Gray and, just for Donna, Yo-Yo Ma. I can't wait to see her face when she hears this. I say this out loud.
I glance at my watch just as I hear the knock at the door. Finally. I breathe in a deep sigh of relief as I open the door and that sigh catches in my throat. Standing before me is Donnatella, looking beautiful in jeans and a red blouse. Her face is flushed. I hope it's from excitement.
"Hey."
"Hi." She smiles and I'm sure it's excitement, anticipation that I see on her face.
I run my hand through my hair. "Did you take a cab? Tell me you took a cab."
"I did."
"Good. I was worried about you."
I take her bags, and her coat, and set them down, then take her hand and pull her into the apartment as I close the door. I can't take my eyes off her. And I'm nervous as hell. Finally, I find my voice.
"Ah, alone at last."
"Yes, at last. At long last."
"So, where were we?"
She puts her hands on my waist as I put my hands on her shoulders and gently push her against the door. As my mouth covers hers, I put my hand under her blouse and find her breast: the very breast I was caressing when Sam so rudely interrupted us earlier in my office. I think I moan when I realize she isn't wearing a bra.
"Oh, yes, Josh. This is right where we were." Her voice is deliciously breathless.
I kiss her gently at first, then more hungrily. I simply can't get enough of her. I want to devour her. And I think she wants to devour me, too. We try. Finally we come up for air, panting.
"Donna...Jesus...."
She smiles. "We're really here aren't we? I mean, tell me this isn't some dream I'm having, and that I'm not going to just wake up frustrated again."
I grin. "You've woken up frustrated? God, I love the images *that* conjures up." Seriously. I love that image. Note to self: Revisit this topic again. Soon.
She feigns shock. She's good at this. "Josh! Just tell me this is really happening."
"Yes, and we're finally going to..." I let out a yelp. "God, life is sweet."
She laughs and puts her arms around my neck. We kiss for a while longer, until she starts tugging at my shirt. Her voice is desperate. "Get. This. Off. Now."
Of course, I oblige. In fact, I think I'd do just about anything she asked me to do right now. Her hands are cold on my chest and they send a jolt of electricity through me. She pulls them away and starts to unbutton her blouse. She's looking at me over her lashes, biting her lower lip.. God, she is so seductive. I cover her hands with mine and pull them away.
"Let me. Please. I've wanted to do this for so long."
She smiles, her hands grazing mine as she watches me slowly unbutton her blouse. I want to savor every minute. Finally I push the blouse from her shoulders and it falls to the floor. I gasp. She's truly exquisite. Breathtaking. I think I say these words out loud but I can't be sure. I'm totally lost in the moment and I'm mesmerized by the pale smoothness of her skin.
I think my voice goes up an octave or two. "God, Donna. You're even more beautiful than I imagined."
I pull her close, skin against skin and the feel of her breasts against me sends another shiver up my spine. I swallow hard as her hands find the button of my jeans. The anticipation is killing me, but I don't really want our first time to be in the foyer of my apartment. I'm just saying.
Gently I take her hand and say, "Wait, Donna. Come with me."
I lead her into the living room where I toss a few pillows from the couch on the rug in front of the fireplace.
I see a look of mild panic on her face when she sees the fire. "Josh, you built a fire. Please tell me Sam wasn't here to give you a hand."
"Hey! Be nice. No, Sam wasn't here.. I promise it's safe. Besides, I'm a reformed man, Donna. My pyromaniac days are over."
She reaches up to touch my face. "Good. It's nice. Very nice. Warm."
We reach for each other again, a desperate tangle of kisses, and hands struggling to remove clothes. Finally we're naked and lying in front of the fire. "Ah," is just about all I can get out as we explore each other with our eyes, our hands, our mouths, our tongues, learning the things about each other that we've only dreamed about until now.
I pull her body close to mine and bury my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her. I've been close enough before to do this, to catch the faint scent of her delicate perfume, her hair, but never so intimately.
"Josh." Her voice is breathless, and as I lift my head to meet her eyes I see the yearning, the urgency in them. I trail light kisses up her stomach, her chest, her neck, and her shoulders until I find her mouth again. Perched above her I feel her hands gently guiding me to her. We both cry out when I first enter her. We've been building toward this sacred moment for so long. It's been four long years of foreplay. We both know this. I smooth the hair back from her face, my hands on either side of her head.
I whisper. "Donnatella. I love you so much."
I see tears slip from her eyes when she hears the beginnings of the music of Yo-Yo Ma. They say that timing is everything in life and this is one of those divine moments one can only hope for. I wipe the tears away with my thumbs.
She laughs a little. "I'm happy, Josh. I'm just so happy."
I sigh against her mouth, whispering her name over and over. As we begin to move together, there is the overwhelming thrill of finally being with Donna. Really being with her. But even more thrilling is finding our rhythm so effortlessly, as if we've done this a thousand times before.
Soon I feel her hands on my chest, gently pushing me over onto my back. "Oh, God." I grasp her waist with my hands as she straddles me, leaning over me, her long, soft hair brushing my chest.
"You like this?" I can only nod and moan and entwine my hands with hers as she rocks gently back and forth on me. There is a look of total bliss on her face. "I believe I have finally rendered you speechless, Josh Lyman."
She's right. I am speechless, and all I know in this moment is that above me, making love to me with everything she has, is the sexiest, most beautiful, desirable woman in the world. And I love her beyond all reason. I hope I can find a way to show her this. To tell her this. To not screw this up.
Donna is chanting my name and I feel myself starting to lose control. "Now Joshua? Now? " I nod and grasp her hands tighter, rising up to meet her as she shudders against me with her own release. I take her face in my hands and pull her down to kiss her. She falls against me and I gather her in my arms, her head on my shoulder. Oh, yes. Life is definitely sweet.
Thanksgiving Morning - Donna
I feel Josh tighten his arm around me and bury his face in my neck. "Morning."
I turn to face him and can't stop smiling. "Morning"
"We don't have to go to work." His voice is full of excitement.
"No we don't. Happy Thanksgiving."
"What do you say we just spend all day right here?"
"Whatever will we do all day, Josh?"
"Hmm...let me see if I can think of something." With that he kisses me, exploring the inside of my mouth slowly and languidly with his tongue. As he kisses me, he makes light circular motions on my stomach with his hand, inching his way down until he touches me in just the right place.
I sigh, breathless. "Mmmm. I think this will do." My expression turns serious. "I love you, Josh. I've loved you for a long time."
"Not as long as I've loved you."
"When did you know?"
"Seriously? It was that wonderful first day I met you when you scammed your way into my life and my heart."
I laugh. "And just why do you think I did that? I was wildly in love with you at first sight."
He smiles. "We have lots to be thankful for today don't we?"
"Indeed we do, Josh. Indeed we do."
The End
Thanksgiving Morning - Donna
I awaken early to the sound of icy rain hitting the windows. It takes me a minute to remember where I am, to remember that the warm body sleeping next to me is really Josh, and to remember the incredible events of last night. It's also Thanksgiving Day and as I snuggle up against Josh, I smile at the memories we made last night.
Thanksgiving Eve - Josh
So, tonight's the night. God, I hope she doesn't change her mind. It's late, nearly 10:00, and I'm wandering around my apartment aimlessly. I guess you could say I'm impatient. In fact, I'm beyond impatient. I wonder what's keeping her and look out the window. It's raining, and I know it will probably turn to ice before morning. I hope she decides to take a cab instead of driving herself. Finally I decide to build a fire, light some candles and put on some music. I choose an eclectic mix of John Prine, George Harrison, David Gray and, just for Donna, Yo-Yo Ma. I can't wait to see her face when she hears this. I say this out loud.
I glance at my watch just as I hear the knock at the door. Finally. I breathe in a deep sigh of relief as I open the door and that sigh catches in my throat. Standing before me is Donnatella, looking beautiful in jeans and a red blouse. Her face is flushed. I hope it's from excitement.
"Hey."
"Hi." She smiles and I'm sure it's excitement, anticipation that I see on her face.
I run my hand through my hair. "Did you take a cab? Tell me you took a cab."
"I did."
"Good. I was worried about you."
I take her bags, and her coat, and set them down, then take her hand and pull her into the apartment as I close the door. I can't take my eyes off her. And I'm nervous as hell. Finally, I find my voice.
"Ah, alone at last."
"Yes, at last. At long last."
"So, where were we?"
She puts her hands on my waist as I put my hands on her shoulders and gently push her against the door. As my mouth covers hers, I put my hand under her blouse and find her breast: the very breast I was caressing when Sam so rudely interrupted us earlier in my office. I think I moan when I realize she isn't wearing a bra.
"Oh, yes, Josh. This is right where we were." Her voice is deliciously breathless.
I kiss her gently at first, then more hungrily. I simply can't get enough of her. I want to devour her. And I think she wants to devour me, too. We try. Finally we come up for air, panting.
"Donna...Jesus...."
She smiles. "We're really here aren't we? I mean, tell me this isn't some dream I'm having, and that I'm not going to just wake up frustrated again."
I grin. "You've woken up frustrated? God, I love the images *that* conjures up." Seriously. I love that image. Note to self: Revisit this topic again. Soon.
She feigns shock. She's good at this. "Josh! Just tell me this is really happening."
"Yes, and we're finally going to..." I let out a yelp. "God, life is sweet."
She laughs and puts her arms around my neck. We kiss for a while longer, until she starts tugging at my shirt. Her voice is desperate. "Get. This. Off. Now."
Of course, I oblige. In fact, I think I'd do just about anything she asked me to do right now. Her hands are cold on my chest and they send a jolt of electricity through me. She pulls them away and starts to unbutton her blouse. She's looking at me over her lashes, biting her lower lip.. God, she is so seductive. I cover her hands with mine and pull them away.
"Let me. Please. I've wanted to do this for so long."
She smiles, her hands grazing mine as she watches me slowly unbutton her blouse. I want to savor every minute. Finally I push the blouse from her shoulders and it falls to the floor. I gasp. She's truly exquisite. Breathtaking. I think I say these words out loud but I can't be sure. I'm totally lost in the moment and I'm mesmerized by the pale smoothness of her skin.
I think my voice goes up an octave or two. "God, Donna. You're even more beautiful than I imagined."
I pull her close, skin against skin and the feel of her breasts against me sends another shiver up my spine. I swallow hard as her hands find the button of my jeans. The anticipation is killing me, but I don't really want our first time to be in the foyer of my apartment. I'm just saying.
Gently I take her hand and say, "Wait, Donna. Come with me."
I lead her into the living room where I toss a few pillows from the couch on the rug in front of the fireplace.
I see a look of mild panic on her face when she sees the fire. "Josh, you built a fire. Please tell me Sam wasn't here to give you a hand."
"Hey! Be nice. No, Sam wasn't here.. I promise it's safe. Besides, I'm a reformed man, Donna. My pyromaniac days are over."
She reaches up to touch my face. "Good. It's nice. Very nice. Warm."
We reach for each other again, a desperate tangle of kisses, and hands struggling to remove clothes. Finally we're naked and lying in front of the fire. "Ah," is just about all I can get out as we explore each other with our eyes, our hands, our mouths, our tongues, learning the things about each other that we've only dreamed about until now.
I pull her body close to mine and bury my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her. I've been close enough before to do this, to catch the faint scent of her delicate perfume, her hair, but never so intimately.
"Josh." Her voice is breathless, and as I lift my head to meet her eyes I see the yearning, the urgency in them. I trail light kisses up her stomach, her chest, her neck, and her shoulders until I find her mouth again. Perched above her I feel her hands gently guiding me to her. We both cry out when I first enter her. We've been building toward this sacred moment for so long. It's been four long years of foreplay. We both know this. I smooth the hair back from her face, my hands on either side of her head.
I whisper. "Donnatella. I love you so much."
I see tears slip from her eyes when she hears the beginnings of the music of Yo-Yo Ma. They say that timing is everything in life and this is one of those divine moments one can only hope for. I wipe the tears away with my thumbs.
She laughs a little. "I'm happy, Josh. I'm just so happy."
I sigh against her mouth, whispering her name over and over. As we begin to move together, there is the overwhelming thrill of finally being with Donna. Really being with her. But even more thrilling is finding our rhythm so effortlessly, as if we've done this a thousand times before.
Soon I feel her hands on my chest, gently pushing me over onto my back. "Oh, God." I grasp her waist with my hands as she straddles me, leaning over me, her long, soft hair brushing my chest.
"You like this?" I can only nod and moan and entwine my hands with hers as she rocks gently back and forth on me. There is a look of total bliss on her face. "I believe I have finally rendered you speechless, Josh Lyman."
She's right. I am speechless, and all I know in this moment is that above me, making love to me with everything she has, is the sexiest, most beautiful, desirable woman in the world. And I love her beyond all reason. I hope I can find a way to show her this. To tell her this. To not screw this up.
Donna is chanting my name and I feel myself starting to lose control. "Now Joshua? Now? " I nod and grasp her hands tighter, rising up to meet her as she shudders against me with her own release. I take her face in my hands and pull her down to kiss her. She falls against me and I gather her in my arms, her head on my shoulder. Oh, yes. Life is definitely sweet.
Thanksgiving Morning - Donna
I feel Josh tighten his arm around me and bury his face in my neck. "Morning."
I turn to face him and can't stop smiling. "Morning"
"We don't have to go to work." His voice is full of excitement.
"No we don't. Happy Thanksgiving."
"What do you say we just spend all day right here?"
"Whatever will we do all day, Josh?"
"Hmm...let me see if I can think of something." With that he kisses me, exploring the inside of my mouth slowly and languidly with his tongue. As he kisses me, he makes light circular motions on my stomach with his hand, inching his way down until he touches me in just the right place.
I sigh, breathless. "Mmmm. I think this will do." My expression turns serious. "I love you, Josh. I've loved you for a long time."
"Not as long as I've loved you."
"When did you know?"
"Seriously? It was that wonderful first day I met you when you scammed your way into my life and my heart."
I laugh. "And just why do you think I did that? I was wildly in love with you at first sight."
He smiles. "We have lots to be thankful for today don't we?"
"Indeed we do, Josh. Indeed we do."
The End