A/N: Yay! It's my chapter! Josh/Donna lovin' all the way. There was supposed to be a chapter in between CJ and Toby, but I figured, they took a cab, they all went home… have some smut.

HAPPY FESTIVUS!!!

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"You're not strong enough for just one night." She said as he kissed up her neck, as she tried in in vain to push him away. The patch of skin he had kissed cooled, his saliva sticking to her skin, making her want more. It was odd, as his fingers slipped over the skin of her body.

Desperately, she pushed herself into his touch, urging him on.

And yet, she still said, "You're not strong enough for one night." He was over her, looking down upon her, his face flushed, his hair tousled.

"Josh, we have to stop this now, this isn't what you want. You're drunk and I know you won't like this in the morning, you'll say it's my fault." A tear, an unwanted tear slipped down her cheek, and she gasped because it was difficult to cry and speak at the same time. She felt weak, being reduced to tears over such a simple thing. She used to be able to fuck, fuck without feeling.

She used to pretend that the mingling of two bodies meant nothing, but it meant the world to her. It made her feel as if she was truly cared for, as if she wasn't someone's pawn in the move to adavancement.

But then, underneath her boss, underneath the Deputy Cheif of Staff, something felt different. She wanted to pretend that she wasn't fickle enough to believe it was love, but the way he looked at her... the way he looked at her...

He looked as if he was going to scream at her, but he wasn't. He was just looking, so intensely. His eye burned into hers, but she did not cave, She needed proof that this wasn't some random act of his sort.

"Tell me that's not what you think." And he was angry, his brow knitted. So angry at being reduced to that sort of person. He stared at her for a moment with a look of hatred and disappointement. He could stand it no more and rolled off of her, made contact with the floor and stood up. Searched for his shirt.

Ashamed, for a moment, she tried to hide her tear stained face into her shoulder, but decided against it. She thought that this would be easier, that love could have some semblance of normalcy, but again, she was wrong.

"None of this was a good idea, I'm really sorry I came and if we can just forget that this ever happened..." He trailed off, haphazardly buttoning up his rumpled shirt.

"You know, this isn't about us being co-workers, and this isn't about us being friends or working for the President it's about..."

She was silent and it urged him on.

"This about me thinking that I loved you." He searched her floor for his tie.

"You think you love me? You think? How can you think that you love me? How can you even say that?" And now she was mad, clutching the sheet to her body as if she was exposed to him.

"YES! I think I love you! I don't... Donna... I've never. It's never been like this. It's never been this longing. It's never been this much wanting without contact. I have never, never, needed someone like I need you. I need you in any way possible and that's just... it's not normal."

"Normal? You're not normal Josh, you're the third most powerful person in the country. You're not normal. And me, I'm just here Josh, I'm convienient. I'm around. At arms length and I don't want you thinking that you can reach out and have me whenever you feel like you need it because I need you."

"I don't know why you'd ever think it was like that, why I was like that. In my head, in my head Donna... in my head I'm here with you every night and it makes me think that well... Fuck! It makes me think that something's wrong because men my age, men who are in love... I don't know, they don't think like this. They don't feel like they have a sixth grade crush and... and want to make love to you every day for the rest of their life not even knowing what it feels like... at... Jesus... all at the same time. It's not normal. Nothing is normal between us, and that's got to count for something."

She stared.

"And now, if I said I loved you, if I said I was in love with you... it would be so, so... I don't know cliche. Because it's only after I've..." He hung his head. "It's only after I've fucking kissed you, and tasted your skin that I have the courage, that I have the balls to say it." His hands were shaking as he made an attempt to fix his tie correctly. "So I just won't say it." He said, whispering. "And we can forget that this ever happened so that you won't leave and things won't be strained because I'll live with you in any way I can."

He fumbled with the silk, pulling it throught the loop, screwing up and trying again. "I sound like such an asshole." He mumbled, finally getting the knot right, and looking around for the blazer that she stripped him of on the way into her bedroom. "Fuck this."

"How would you even know?" She asked, her voice sounding small and insignificant.

He spoke as he continued to search. He spoke as if he knew exactly what to say. "I'd know from being able to spend seventy hours straight with you and hoping for the seventy-first. I'd know from being able to say that you're beautiful without your make up and by saying that... that I don't think any less of you when you need a hug from me and or Sam or Toby to make you feel better. I'd know... I'd know from being able to say that your David Hasselhoff infatuation is endearing and not threatening... I'd know... by the fact that a fight like this won't end out friendship." And with that he located his blazer.

For a moment, he stood, severely unsure, feeling like he was seventeen again, getting ready to leave a girl's room.

"Donna... after all that, if you want me to-"

"Josh, please don' t leave." She whispered, tears tracking down her cheeks, desperately fast. She smiled. "This is way too melodramatic but please, please, just don't leave."

He dropped his blazer back onto the floor, and the fight that had just occured disappated. He moved to the bed and sat on it, brought his lips up to her forehead in a chaste kiss. As he did so, Donna slipped her finger through the loop in his tie and pulled it from around his neck. Josh met her eyes for a moment in a questioning glance that was followed by a smirk.

"If I do this will you still respect me in the morning?" He joked, waggling his eyebrows. Donna went to punch him the shoulder but he moved out of the way and she fell halfway. He pulled her down the other half and captured her lips with his own.

And she began to sweat, as she raked her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. His hand grasped her neck, her upper arms, her wrists, as he pulled her impossibly closer to his body. He lost his shirt in the midst of the tossing, as did she.

Their pants followed sometime later, both of them only bothering to pause for a moment to rid the other of the offending garment. He smiled, and kissed the curve of her stomach, and continued down her body until she found herself gasping and writhing, hoping he would stop, but urging him on. She found herself lethargic and could only manage a weak and sated smile as he crawled back up her body to place a kiss on her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue and was reinvigorated.

Spurred on, her nails raked brazen trails down his back and he groaned, burrying his face in her neck for a moment. Josh placed a kiss there, elicited a moan from her and found her lips once more.

And suddenly she found herself surrounding him and gasped in surprise, and cried out just a bit. Just enough to make him look up to see her eyes closed, a look of pain or ecstacy on her face. Josh brought one hand up to her cheek and stroked it gently.

"Donna?" He whispered. "You okay?"

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Donna nodded, and bucked underneath him a bit.

He moved then, slowly, feeling her, raining kisses on her brow. He tensed, as did she, but all the tension was let out on a sated sigh, and he fell down on the bed beside her, one of his hands twined with hers. Lifting his hand up to his lips, he kissed the back of her hand, and dropped it onto his chest.

He chuckled to himself, lost in thought.

"What?" She asked, turning on her side to look at him, not bothering to cover herself.

"I was just thinking. That was the easy part."