Chapter 5:
Dedicated to all those that really need to see some well deserved smut. (Especially Krissy, Louise, and Leslie all Lyman-lovin ladies all)
Rating: R for randiness.
DISCLAIMER: I want to say FOR THE RECORD that I do not condone any hate groups, anti Semites, or Nazi's. The use of them in this chapter is only a means to show the lengths to which people will go to further their agendas.
PLEASE NO FLAMES FOR ME!!!! Enjoy the banter and the nakedness….
Warning: This chapter will contains scenes of a mature nature, so watch it baby!
YES THE WAIT IS OVER.
Currently on the West Wing (the voices of Zoey and Charlie)
I'm dreaming again. I've had this dream before. Every time, when I seem to get somewhere in the dream, it gets interrupted. Which I am sad to say, is just my luck, and I won't be happy if it happens again. It's been a VERY long time since I actually got some sexual gratification, which was not self induced, and it would be really nice to feel good and you know, relieved.
Donna is the most sexually beautiful woman I have ever seen. She could be wearing a potato sack and I would get aroused. In my dreams, she's always looking out the window, of course that's when she's not bent over my desk…You don't need to know that…
In this dream, we're both at the window. I'm in jeans and she's in a silk nightgown. Her hair is down and I can smell that fragrance that drives me insane. I know she's naked underneath and I want her so badly. I see that from the light through the window, the silhouette of her body through the fabric and Good God! She's amazing…
She's so beautiful, so sexy, so damn intoxicating. I am itching to get to touch that skin of hers. And maybe this time, I might. That's if I don't get interrupted, again…
This time something's different, I watch her looking out into the night sky and know that she's been afraid. I want to wipe that fear away. I want to make her feel so many things, fear not being one of them. She doesn't realize that I'm behind her. It's always like this. Yet this time, her thoughts are very far away.
I come up behind her, she whispers contently, "Joshua." She can feel me near her. How cool is that?
God how I love it when she says my name that way. It causes me to harden instantly. My arms slowly, carefully snake around her possessively and I whisper to her, the way I always mean to say her name, while kissing her ear lobe softly. "Donnatella."
She moans against my touch. God, am I amazing or what? I've always thought of how this would feel, how I could excite her into passionately making love to me. How I could drive her insane with need and how it would feel for her to do the same to me. Many nights I sat in my office thinking that very thing.
Dreaming is a very good way to think on things and not get into trouble. You can do whatever you want and feel so incredible and guilt-free doing it. I really need to get her to the bed. I want to be inside her so bad now. I can feel her backside brush against me. I'm groaning again. She has the most perfect backside. It doesn't matter what she's wearing. It could be slacks, jeans, or skirts, but hers is best viewed in an evening gown. That's my favorite view, but this is a close second. I can't see it, but I can sure as hell feel it. Maybe this is better, I'll just have to wait and see.
Oh yeah baby. That ache I felt walking into the room is now very painful but her cheeks grazing me makes it all feel so good. So good in fact that these jeans are definitely keeping me cramped and in pain. They've got to go. I have got.to.move.now.
She leans against me while watching the rising moon, one hand curling around my head while the other is running down me until she finds my arousal.
Touch me Donna, please. I have fantasized about your fingers running down my shaft for so long. Please…
Oh, God, she's moving against me again. This is way better than the evening gown. Dreaming is so good that way. This feels entirely too real. It's got to be the drugs they gave us. I've never felt this good in a dream; it's like I'm really doing it.
Man, she's killing me with the moaning. More baby, more. She's got some great hands.
Donnatella, God I need you…
I've dreamed about her touching me like this so many times before but this is really like nothing I have dreamed about. Too real, too oh, God, there Donna. Please don't stop touching me. Again with the moaning thing, I need to get out of these jeans, soon.
She presses her backside against me pushing herself closer to me and moving slowly. I can't seem to breathe. I can't stop touching her too. This is how it always should be. Why hadn't I done this ages ago?
I have to kiss her--got to… I start trailing kisses down her neck to her shoulder causing her to arch against me. I am so da man right now. This gets better every second.
"Josh, oh yes. Touch me." She whispers as my hands find her breast and she shudders as my thumb grazes her hardened nipple. God how I've wanted that in my mouth and her beneath me. This is way better than fantasy.
Why didn't I feel this way with the others?
The realization is far better then the alternative, they weren't her…
Man this feels good. I never thought dreaming could feel this satisfying. Wooh. It's warm in here. Oh, yeah…just right there. I gotta move. This is too…. I'm losing the ability to hold a coherent thought. Now that's nice, thinking is really overrated that way.
Donnatella. That's right, say my name Joshua. I always wanted to hear you say it. I dream of him often, more lately. In my dreams, it's always Josh. We spend so much time together that I know his movements, his breathing, everything he does so well. Plus being madly in love with him is an added bonus. Have you ever seen him in a pair of jeans? You do know he has a fan club? I rest my case. Hot Stuff…
I'm dreaming we're in his bed, my favorite place. It smells distinctly of him. It's usually around the time when he was shot and I have helped him get back to sleep after a nightmare. He always wanted me to stay with him. That was so sweet but also so tempting. The erotic dreams I had in that bed, being so near, it was torture.
Moving my hand to touch him was the best part. There were many times when I stayed with him after Rosslyn that I wanted to touch him. At least dreaming like this, I get my wish, and his hard erection was always mine to explore. And he's always touching me back, like now. I often wanted to run my fingers though his hair, while his lips were kissing my neck my cheek, but I can wait for later on in the dream. I never seem to get there though… It's always a disappointment. I never get off that way… I'm always interrupted. Talk about frustrating… You have no idea…
His fingers are touching my nipples. That's new… (not that I'm complaining) And I'm moving my bottom against him. He likes that. In my dreams, I know this because he groans in my ear, like now. He says my name again, Donnatella. God I need you. He tells me. This is one great dream.
"Josh, oh yes, touch me." I can't help saying. If he gets to my panties, I'm so done.
Thank God in dreams I'm always the object of his desires. His eyes always that dark brown that reminds me of chocolate. He makes me so slick when he whispers in my ears. It never mattered where. We could be in the office, the theater watching the President's movies, at a press conference, in the bullpen, it doesn't matter if it's his whisper, I'm a puddle.
Oh no, he's kissing my bare shoulder. God, I really love this. He's so tactile. Touching me is always the best part. But I never seem to get to the part where he gets to the good stuff.
Man, I can't stop sighing and moaning, this is really, okay this needs to move along now... Wow, I'm seriously gonna stay asleep all day. This is what I'm talking about. God I wish he'd get my shirt off, things could get really interesting then.
There was a knock at the door, jarring both Donna and Josh from their very interesting bout of sleep.
Josh noticed right away that they had been engaging in something neither had been aware of while asleep. He looked at how they were laying, his hand underneath her T-shirt and hers laying directly on his erection.
They were shocked to say the very least, and neither one moved. His face was buried in her hair and his hand was caressing the very hard nipple closest to him.
"Ahem. Joshua?" she said tentatively. If you stop I'm gonna cry, please no….
"Yeah." He croaked when she tried to move. Nope, that wasn't a knock at the door. I don't care about the door… Damn door…. Donna's gonna kill me… Hell I'm gonna kill me…
"The door." She whispered not knowing what to do next. Well actually she had several ideas but none of them involved getting out of the bed and answering the door.
She heard him groan. Then they heard it again. It wasn't going away. He growled in response then extricated himself from her and moved to the door. "Yeah?"
"If you like," said a man at the door, "we can have some food brought up for you. The President asked me to tell you that."
Josh's hand ran through his hair and he was vaguely aware it was some time after seven. "Maybe later. Sleeping is more important. Don't knock again until at least noon, kay?"
"Not a problem, sorry to disturb you Mr. Lyman." Was the voice on the other side. He turned to lock the door and took a deep breath.
He was dreaming about her, touching her and woke and he was. How could he ignore that development? Why would he? Was he nuts? Not likely…
When Josh came back towards the bed, he noticed that the room was still very dark. And he was also VERY aware that he'd been attempting to do something of a highly personal nature in the White House, where the President of the united States lived and worked when the knock interrupted him. He always seemed to be interrupted. That trend was getting old—fast.
He slipped back into bed and was stunned to see Donna laying on her stomach, completely naked. In the dim light she was perfect. And he was instantly at attention, in the biblical sense of the word…
"Uh, Donna?" he croaked as she leaned up on her elbows giving him a long good view of her perfect back, rounded backside and long lean legs. He licked his lips feeling the pinch in his shorts again. You're gonna kill me…
"Joshua." She said throwing her hair back and he looked at it smack the tops her backside. "You started this." She smiled. "Now finish it. Finally Joshua, finish it. I'm dying here."
"I was dreaming." He stammered. This is way better than the dream. He pulled the covers away and sat on the bed wanting to just take a look at her. Then he wanted to dive in and devour her.
"So was I." she sighed looking at his hands. He wanted to touch her, she knew that he itched to do it. "Go ahead, you know you want to…" she smirked. I am so da woman!!!!
"Really? Woah, some dream huh?" he asked running his finger down her shoulder blades and tracing a line all the way down.
"Oh yeah. Had some handsome sexy thing playing with me, just the way I like it." She purred.
That's enough. I'm gonna explode.
"And who was this "sexy thing"?" he said watching her eyes close and her breath catch in her throat.
"Uh, he's a—" she gasped as he stroked her thigh, "a politician. You might know him, he's very powerful."
Again, she keeps moaning it will be…God I need to get her naked, oh wait a minute, she is…
"Really?" he asked sliding next to her and kissing her shoulder. "Friend or foe?"
"Definitely friend." She moaned as his fingers ran through her hair. "Likes to win. Finds it gratifying to be 'da man'. Who were you dreaming about?"
"A goddess, standing by a window, allowing me to touch her and kiss her. It was pretty realistic." He said grazing the side of her breast. You have no idea how much I need to be naked right now…
"I'll say." She croaked as he pulled her up into his arms. "Kiss me Joshua."
He did, playfully at first, biting and smiling against her lips. Her moans against his onslaught brought a tempo that neither of them could withstand being gentle. "Donna you're killing me."
Both were on their knees and Donna took the edges of Josh's shirt and pulled it over his head. Her fingers rand down the scar on his chest while his hands were in her hair and she smiled. "God you're beautiful." He said kissing her collarbone.
"You're not so bad yourself." She replied laughing at the tickle spot he'd just found.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to see you like this." He admitted putting his hands on her waist and groaning when she found his erection and stroked it. "God Donna, please… Right there…"
"There?" she said feeling very good about touching him finally. "I've got to tell you that there were sooooo many times during your recovery I was tempted. Talk about taking advantage of you… I'd come in to watch you sleep and there this was, in all---its---glory…"
His head drooped against her shoulder as he let her continued her ministrations. As she smiled and ran her free hand through his hair, he ran his fingers over her nipples dying to taste one but not wanting to give up what she was doing.
"Donna?" he asked lifting his head up. "Uh?"
"We're good, we're really good." He's looking confused. "Pill, trust me. We're good."
She's amazing, she thinks of everything…
One hand, which had been teasing her left breast, while the other had been touching her inner thigh had begun its journey towards a place he'd only dreamed about.
He took a ragged breath and thought to himself that Donnatella Moss was naked in front of him. Smiling at his good fortune, he felt like a kid in a candy store.
Ron Butterfield sat in Josh Lyman's office and tried to figure out pieces that were missing from the puzzle. He looked at the photos Josh had hanging on his wall. There was one of him with his grandfather, the holocaust survivor, one of Josh and the President, one of Josh and Toby on the campaign trail and one on his desk of him and Donna dancing at the inaugural.
He had many enemies, many powerful men did, the majority of them political. It was common knowledge what he supported and why, but what wasn't was what worried him. It was what they didn't know; it was what was missing.
Special Agent Mike Casper of the FBI was standing in Donna's cubicle, thinking the very same thing.
Both Ron and Mike both knew that something was very wrong. Whomever was threatening Josh and Donna knew them or was funneling information to hate groups that took care of the wet work. Either way, it was nasty business.
Both men had their suspicions, both had the evidence to back it up, and both knew that it was not over.
"Hey Mike." Ron said looking at some of the papers on Josh's desk. "Two more faxes came in. Sick bastards. These are copies, the originals are down getting analyzed."
Mike looked at the first sheet he was given. It was a poem, made up of letters cut from a magazine.
Did you hear her when she screamed?
Did she tremble in your arms?
Will she sit Shiva when your dead?
Or will you grieve in temple alone?
You can hide but cannot run.
You will all see it very clearly
When our great task is done.
Mike looked at him quizzically. Ron handed him the other one and read his copy aloud.
"Donnatella Moss, age 29 died Thursday of multiple gunshots to the chest because she was a Jew loving bitch.
Ms. Moss became famous as the assistant to the most prominent Jew in the Bartlett Administration and had become a sympathizer to the Zionist cause by helping her boss, Joshua Lyman recover from the shooting at Rosslyn Virginia by those sympathetic to the Cause.
To further the Zionist infiltration of our God given right to independent government and the oppression of the Aryan race, her death was not only necessary but a fulfillment of a mandate brought on by the people.
Ms. Moss, special assistant to the Deputy Chief of Staff for Strategic Planning, Joshua Lyman, Zionist Dog and polluter of the one true race who's turn is coming soon, will not be mourned and her death as certain as his will be celebrated as the start of a great revolution."
"Well," Mike said remembering how beautiful she was and how lucky Josh had become because he was hers and she was finally his.
He'd of jumped at the chance to go out with Donna but everyone that knew them knew that her heart always belonged to Josh. Anyone that knew them could see it, even when they saw other people.
He was one lucky bastard.
"Yeah. We get so many threats each year but this is definitely one that I will remember. Thank God they won't ever see them. I can't see getting her upset. Everyone around here is walking on pins and needles. They don't know who's next. I'm going to Leo and wanting Toby to get a detail. He's my next potential target after Josh. As prominent as Josh is, Toby will be an even greater target because he stays in the shadows. What do you think?"
"Better to be safe than sorry. What have you got?" he asked sitting in Josh's visitor chair.
"The address we got from the cell phone of the shooter led us to a hotel room. DC police got the name and apartment of a guy that lives in Baltimore. We're getting there now."
Then his cell phone rang and Ron knew they had found something. "Hold on Ron. Casper. Yeah. I see. Okay, bag it, tag it and get it here in two hours." He looked at Ron Butterfield and sighed. "Ron, we've got a problem."
Sam sat in his office, wearing the same clothes he had at the party. He held a cup of coffee and looked at the blinking cursor on his laptop. He'd been looking at it since dawn with no ideas in sight at how he could help Toby and CJ nail this press conference. It was in less than an hour and nothing had been accomplished, except that fact that he knew that none of them were safe anymore.
"CJ," he said as she passed his door. She looked tired and a little frazzled.
"Sparky, what are you still doing here, go home, shower. You look like crap." She told him looking at a document.
"Come into my office a sec will ya?" he asked her.
He closed the door. "Are you okay? You still look a little out of it."
"I'm fine. Toby asked me that same thing about a minute ago. I'm good."
"I don't think you are." He told her looking through her façade.
"Sam, what are you getting at?"
"I saw what last night did to you. I was at Rosslyn with you. I know what it did to you then. I'm just saying you should talk to someone, and if you want to, I'd listen."
"Thanks mi compadre, but Danny already asked, then Leo, then Toby and even Stanely, I'm covered kiddo, so don't worry. I'll talk to someone, I promise."
"All right." He said as she went on her merry way, as merry as anyone could be that day… He went to his desk, dialed a number and sat back. "Hey, Ainsley, how you holding up? Wanna get something for breakfast?"
"Donna?" Josh asks me while I step out of the shower. Thank God for hot water. I am needing the good stuff to massage my sore muscles. Yes, I said sore, and you won't believe the half of it.
"Yeah?" I answer trying to restore what dignity I have left. You have no idea.
Oh no he's giving me the face, "the I'm so da man face'. He's standing next to the be and smirking at me. I'm not going to fall for that one again Joshua even though you look incredibly hot in jeans and that sweater. Focus Donnatella. Focus.
"Do you—" he begins and I turn my back going to the bag for some clothes. Oh no Joshua, I need a break, sleep and food. But he continues and I can feel his eyes on my ass from here. "think our captors will release us anytime soon?"
Typical Josh. We have one of the finest suites in the residence, room service, a private dinner with the leader of the free world and the most incredible shower I have ever taken and he's complaining. "I doubt it." But I smile, that come hither smile he likes. Take that Mr. Man.
He's laughing at me right now because he has proven what seems to be a pivotal point in my argument. (Washing the floors with testosterone notwithstanding.) It is now almost time for dinner and I'm walking like an old woman. So you can see my point here.
And it's all his fault. That's why he's gloating. I can see it in his eyes. Victory is mine, victory is mine take that baby, victory is mine.
Now he's making it worse by coming to stand next to me and mock me, while smelling so good I almost drool. "Aw what's the matter Donnatella? A little rusty?"
OOOOOH I am so gonna get you for that. You're still riding the adrenaline wave buster and when you crash I will be there to see you fall. HA!
"No, just sleep deprived Joshua, thanks for asking. And get that look off your face. I won't be able to look at anyone in the face ever again." That did it. He's hysterical now. But I'm laughing too. It's really funny actually. "You're just being smug because you had all that build up. It's all right, I'm just glad I was able to relieve the pressure."
He's not smiling anymore. I dared to challenge his masculinity. That's right baby, I'm doing shots from the cup. Whatever it takes.
"I am not." He quipped taking the cup and doing a few quick swigs. "You had it coming."
Right now he's leaning in and giving me the look as if to say, Come on baby, bring it on.
I feign ignorance. Mind you I'm in a towel. "I did? Really? Wow, I never thought about it that way." Huh.
"Yes Donnatella, you did." He says coming towards me and its not dinner in the residence he's got on his mind.
Oh no you don't. I'm not going to be late for a family dinner with the President. "I need food Joshua, sustenance and a movie, and possible another hot bath with Epsom salts. You're inhuman."
"That my dear sweet Donnatella is why you will never make fun of my age again. Yep baby, I am so da man!" he smirks, then kisses me so passionately that I am stunned as he swaggers to the couch as if he were marking his territory.
Ouch. That hurt. I am defeated and still in a towel. Damn I could get used to this…
Briefing Leo at the end of the day wasn't going to be half as uncomfortable as telling the President.
"You ready for this?" Mike Casper asked looking at Ron Butterfield.
"When are we ever?" Ron responded holding two different folders looking grave.
"You've got to be kidding." I say looking at Ron and Mike. They've just told me that we have a leak. I had my suspicions but I had no idea it could be true. The vetting procedures are too strict…apparently not strict enough.
The look on both their faces tells me otherwise. I sigh. "Okay what have you got?"
Ron hands me a folder. Part of me doesn't want to know. Josh is like a son to me and I know how much he loves Donna. Hell I've watched it grow for over three years.
"We raided an address of the contact we got from the shooter and found private correspondence, photos, video tapes of Josh and Donna coming to work, leaving more often then not, together.
Leo, I'm not gonna sugar coat it for ya. There are some very candid photos in there."
"Are you saying…" I think I know what he means, that the photos that might paint them in a bad light.
"No, that's not it. What I'm saying is that although they are completely innocent, you'd be surprised at what you see."
Okay now the curiosity is killing me. I open the folder slowly and look at the photos, black and whites mostly. Oh God… "Ron how many pictures are there?"
As I look down I see Josh and Donna, happy and I realize what Ron is getting at.
One they're sitting at the Lincoln Memorial eating lunch. Donna is laughing but it's Josh that tugs at my heart. He's looking at her like I used to look at Jenny.
The next one of Josh and Donna is through his living room window. They are eating Chinese food and looking through files. Both are smiling and laughing.
Damn they look happy.
Then there is one at a state function. Donna is dressed in a red ball gown and Josh is in a tux. She is so beautiful. They are standing outside and a breeze is blowing her hair a little. God they're so in love and they didn't even know it. Thank God they know it now.
"This picture was taken three weeks ago. Here at the White House." Ron informs me but that I already knew.
Son of a bitch! "How the hell did we let that happen."
"We're working on that. There was also emails, phone conversations, daily schedules for Josh. It looks like they've been watched for quite some time now. At least, since Rosslyn. "
Two years… They've been stalked for two years…
"Can we confirm which one was the target?" I ask, but it doesn't matter to me which one. They're both in danger.
Jeez, those kids need a break.
"To be honest, they both are. Josh because of who he is, and Donna…" Mike begins, "someone has come to our attention that is now a person of interest. The shooter we have in custody isn't talking yet, but we have the name of someone who may have given enough information about the two of them to start this entire thing going. But whoever set this attempt up is long gone."
"Do we have a name?" I ask, God only knows how I need that to sleep tonight.
"Yes. Roger Anderson." Ron says to me and my shock is so deep I can't stand it.
"Dr. Freeride?" I gasp having had long conversations with Josh on the man that almost cost him the best thing that ever happened to him. "Well I'll be damned."