Disclaimer - I still don't own these characters. They are still the property of Josh Wells, NBC and the fabulous Aaron Sorkin.

Rating – R, R and a little more R.

Pairings - Josh/Ellie, Ellie/OC

Spoilers – None

Summary - Josh Lyman meets Eleanor Bartlet during the campaign and falls in love with the young, married medical student. For the purposes of my story, Ellie is several years older in this story and very different than she is on the show.

A/N - It's time to start wrapping up my little story. Hope you all have enjoyed it up until now and special thanks to all of the wonderful souls who have taken time out of their day to review!! You guys make my day!! Please keep reading though; the drama isn't over quite yet. There are still a few tiny little bumps in the road ahead!!

Ellie knocked furiously on Josh's front door, waiting impatiently for him to answer. When he did, there was an ice pack covering half his face. "Oh my God," she exclaimed, pushing her way through the door and gently lifting the pack away. She examined the bruise and mashed as softly as possibly around the orbital bone while he winced in pain. "I don't think it's broken," she announced.

Josh grinned weakly, despite a swollen lip. "Is that why you came over here? To tell me that my eyeball bone isn't broken?"

Ellie dropped her purse on his entry table and led him over to the couch. She ordered him to sit down. "Where else did he hit you?" she demanded.

"Face and ribs," he answered honestly.

Ellie sighed and shook her head. "Take your shirt off."

"What?" he asked with a laugh.

Ellie's hands went straight to her hips and she glared at him. "Take it off, Josh."

"I don't even get a little foreplay?" he whined playfully.

"Joshua, I am going to wipe that smirk off your face if you don't take that shirt off right now," she answered irritably.

He grinned and shrugged quickly out of his shirt. Ellie knelt beside him and pressed her hands firmly against his ribs. "Does this hurt?" she asked quietly.

"No," he answered, "kind of tickles though."

"Are you trying to be a smart ass?"

"No," he replied, "it just sort of happens that way."

She finished her inspection and rocked back on her heels, standing. She offered him her hand to help him stand as well. "I don't think anything's broken," she said quickly, then slapped him on the bare chest.

"OW!" he howled, rubbing the spot where her hand had connected. "What was that for?"

"What the hell were you thinking?" she demanded angrily.

"He was pissing me off!" he answered. "All that she's my fiancée, I'm taking her to England so you can't see her crap."

"I agreed to go, you know," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, I know, and we are seriously going to fight about that," he said with a frown. "But first of all, why are you here checking on me? Shouldn't you be with Curtis?"

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked amusedly.

"No," he answered, "of course not. I just thought you'd be patching him up."

Ellie shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. "I've already done that. I wanted to see first hand the results of two highly educated men beating the snot out of..." She trailed off when she noticed that Josh was staring at her. "Josh?"

He pointed to her left hand. "You're not wearing your engagement ring."

Ellie shifted uncomfortably and shoved her hands into her jeans pockets. "Make sure you don't take any ibuprofen," she said nervously, "Tylenol is better, doesn't thin the blood."

She made a move toward her purse and Josh grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. "Ellie," he said quietly, "why aren't you wearing your engagement ring?"

"I just forgot it," she lied. He saw right through the fib and swallowed the grin threatening to erupt on his face.

"You forgot it, huh?"

"That's right," she said defensively, fighting the emotions coursing through her body as he took a step toward her. He grasped the sides of her face and leaned down, pressing his lips hungrily on hers. The kiss deepened quickly and they soon found themselves stumbling back towards Josh's bedroom. He lifted her t-shirt over her head and quickly discarded it on the floor, bringing his lips down to the swells of her breasts. His hands made fast work of her bra and he tossed it onto the floor beside the t-shirt.

Ellie fumbled with the button and zipper on his pants, and he lifted her buttocks, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pressed her tightly against the wall and kissed her. He finally pulled away slightly, gazing into her eyes. "Do you want this half as much as I do?" he asked.

She grinned and kissed the sides of his swollen lip. "Maybe a fourth as much," she teased.

"Good enough for me," he answered, capturing a taut pink nipple in his mouth.

"Josh," she moaned as he began to suck lightly. She squirmed against him and ran her fingers over his back. He brought a hand between them and caressed her through the fabric of her jeans. "I want you," she whispered in his ear.

"Is that all?" he asked curiously, hoping she might admit that she loved him.

She traced the side of his face with her fingertip. "Let's start with that," she responded with a grin.

He carried her into the bedroom, kissing her as he maneuvered them closer to the bed. He laid her gently in the center, stretching his body out over hers. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pushing them quickly past her hips. He thrust the tiny fabric of her thong aside, dipping his fingers into her wetness.

"Josh," she groaned deeply, desperately tugging at the zipper on his khaki pants as his fingers inside her mimicked the movements of his tongue in her mouth. She finally pushed the pants and the boxers down, enveloping his length with her hand. Josh's breath caught in his throat and he gasped into her mouth. "I want to feel you inside of me," she begged, helping him completely shed his garments.

He nudged her legs further apart with his knee and aligned their bodies. He dipped his head, kissing her deeply as he thrust hard and fast into her. Ellie cried out in both pain and pleasure, scratching his back with her fingernails as he pounded himself into her womb. "Oh my God," she managed to choke out, reaching up to grab his head and bring it closer to hers. She kissed him deeply as he continued to stroke her with an almost brutal intensity. There was nothing intimate about their lovemaking. It was pure, intense passion overtaking them.

He pulled her legs over his shoulders and lifted her buttocks slightly with his hands. He hit her spot with each thrust and soon Ellie was writhing beneath him, crying out his name softly. She could feel him throbbing inside her, his seed begging for release. He thrust harder and faster, and her inner muscles clamped down on him as she came again, sending him finally crashing over the edge.

He collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her heaving chest. She shook slightly beneath him and ran a hand over his sweaty forehead. "Josh," she whispered, "that was..."

"Incredible, amazing, awesome, unbelievable," he finished for her, pressing light kisses over her chest. "I was there. I'm actually still there," he teased, motioning toward their still joined bodies.

"I can still feel you," she whispered coyly, slowly rocking her hips against his. Ellie smirked when he groaned and his eyes rolled back into his head.

"I'm an old man, Ellie," he answered, already moving slowly inside her again.

"Could have fooled me," she replied coyly, running her hands down his sides and arching her back toward him. "This time, make love to me," she ordered with a grin.

"How did he take it?" Josh asked hours later. They snuggled beneath Josh's bedding, spooning their bodies together.

"Uh," she frowned and picked at a loose thread on her pillowcase, "Not well, but I got the idea that he sort of saw it coming."

"Why'd you do it?" he asked curiously.

She turned over and snuggled against his chest. "Because I wasn't one hundred percent happy," she explained softly. "There's always been this huge what if hanging over my head. What if we hadn't both been so stubborn? What if we'd done a little give and take instead of fight all the time? In Africa, I was fine. But the minute I got here and saw you again, all these feelings came back and I..."

Josh grinned against her hair. "Well, it took you long enough to admit it," he teased.

"I could leave, you know," she threatened, scooting away from him slightly.

Josh grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back to him. "I don't think so," he answered, dipping his head to kiss her softly. Ellie sighed contentedly against his lips. "You're not going anywhere ever again," he continued.

"Is that a threat, Mr. Lyman?" she asked coyly.

Josh rolled Ellie onto her back and nudged her legs apart with his knees. "It's a promise," he answered, kissing her deeply again.

TBC....