A/N: In my rush to hurry up and post this, I almost forgot to put one in. Really I really don't have too much to say, but to thank those of you who have actually read this. I just hope that one day you have the time to leave me a little feedback. That's really been the reason I've been so slow in posting new chapters. That and the woes of being a college student the week before Spring Break. The sooner I get a review that isn't Holly (though I love you Holly and thank you for all your help, support and encouragement) the sooner I will get Chapter Six out there. (Yes, I am desperate for a review to the point I will try bribery). Thanks to everyone who reads this far.
Kimmie
Chapter Five
Donna was more than a little surprised to find Josh already in his office and working away when she entered the bullpen at six thirty. She had merely came in early so she could get a head start on the paperwork that might make it available for her to leave a couple minutes early come nightfall. That and after her time alone last night, Donna decided that she was long overdue for a break.
Taking as much time as possible getting, Donna situated herself and looked over the messages that were waiting on her desk. Something had happened last night. A lot of things happened last night, but one in Israel. Donna flipped on CNN and saw what the entire ruckus had to be about.
"Donna." His call was not his normal barking self. It was more a desperate plea. He hoped that it was Donna who had just turned on the TV outside his office. She liked to do that. If he began to hear Saved by the Bell, he could be almost certain.
She walked in with worry plaguing her features. "How bad is it?"
He sighed and looked up at her. Noting his current conditions, he made it look entirely direr than it truly was. "The ambassador was assassinated. The group who did it-apparently Palestinian based fundamentalists- has already claimed responsibility. Travel advisories have been increased and all proper procedures at airports and embassies have been taken." When he saw that she didn't look any more relieved, he added, "Everyone here is safe."
"But…" There had to be a better way to say it, but she had neither the time nor the energy to be eloquent. "You look horrible, Josh."
A comb through his hair with a hand followed by a quick rub down of his unshaven chin was the best he could suffice as a response. "Yeah…that was my own fault."
She examined his face and then his clothes before proclaiming. "You got drunk. Take off your clothes."
Josh couldn't resist as he arched his brows in amusement. "Donna. We should set some guidelines. Neither one of us will request stripteases in this building. Now once off governmental property, you can proclaim your desire to see my body all you want, but--"
Highly trained in the art of ignoring this man, she walked over to his closet and pulled out his 'Emergency Suit'. After incidents a few years back, she easily convinced him on the merits of keeping an entire suit on reserve for special instances. "Here," Donna said flippantly, handing him the clothes. After a pause she tried to phrase her next inquiry. "And why…what happened last night…"
"Amy and I broke up." With nothing more than a shrug, Josh decided that he might as well tell her now. Besides answering the question, he knew that she would get wind on it before the end of business.
"I'm sorry."
The man stood there in awe as he watched her expression. He had been waiting for an 'I told you so' or a 'And who couldn't see that one coming?'. Josh then understood how she must perceive the situation. "I didn't get drunk because we broke up, you know." With that, he awaited her quizzical stare. There wasn't one.
"I know."
"You know that we permanently broke up, right?" He was beginning to want the quizzical stare.
"Josh," she said sensing what he wanted. "It was apparent that the relationship wasn't going to last. You knew that and even I knew it." Again he looked upon her in utter awe. It was uncanny how she could read him so fast.
"Well, I got drunk 'cause…" He didn't have a simple explanation.
She held up a hand in protest. "It's okay. We don't need a reason." Then she smiled. "Just don't make a habit of it or we'll need to get more Emergency Suits."
With a chuckle they ended the personal realm of discussion and got down to business.
*~*~*
"What are you doing tonight?" Donna was caught off guard when the voice interrupted her typing. She blinked and looked up to see Josh sitting on the edge of her desk.
"If you're wondering if you have to mess up any date plans, you can be at ease. I don't have any."
Josh tried to hide his smirk. "I was just asking what you're doing. Toby is busy with the twins and CJ's hosting a slumber party for Hogan."
"I love slumber parties." The comment was out of her mouth at the perfect time for CJ to walk by on way to her office.
"Then feel free to come." The redheaded woman was pleading. "Eight adolescent girls and myself. I could use all the Donna I can get."
The blonde woman laughed as she shook her head. "Any other time, but tonight I'm staying in. My new roommate is coming first thing in the morning and I want to make sure that I'm there if she gets in from New York early." Then a wicked thought crossed her mind. "But Josh is free. He's itching for something to do tonight and he already cancelled on Sam until tomorrow. He can help ya out."
"NO!" Press Secretary and Deputy Chief of Staff declared in unison. And it was official at that moment: Josh would not be at CJ's this weekend.
"I have plans, thank you," Josh snipped at Donna. "I was merely asking in attempts to hurry you up so I can leave."
Donna looked down at her watch. It was almost seven. "Fine." She turned off her computer and began to gather her things. "I'm leaving."
"Bye," CJ was laughing at her curly haired friend as she walked back to her office for a final time.
As soon as the Press Secretary was gone, Josh whispered, "I really have no plans. Wanna grab some Chinese, beer and TV?"
She was grinning as she turned to face him once more. This man couldn't spend a single Friday night by himself. "I'll grab the Chinese and you grab the beer. Be at my place within the hour or no Lo Mein for you." With that, she walked past him and out of the building. She knew that she shouldn't be happy about him coming over to her place due to the events that transpired last night and she really knew that she shouldn't smile about it. But some things were just too good to resist.
*~*~*
They both made it Donna's within forty-five minutes and began munching down on food and watching television. It was quickly decided that nothing good was aired on a Friday night because the media was stating the subtle hint to "get out and get a life."
The couple downed their first couple of bottles of ale as they made an unvoiced bet as to who could eat all the crab ragoons the fastest in order to get to the fortune cookies.
With the dinner entertainment over and Josh satisfied that he could shove a whole ragoon in his mouth while grabbing another, they realized that they had consumed the six pack he had brought. "You should have bought more beer," Donna pouted.
"You should have bought more crab ragoons," Josh said in kind.
Donna sighed, pushed herself up off the sofa and headed into the kitchen. If she scrounged enough, she was fairly certain she could find some bottle of alcohol that her roommate had left behind. "Ah ha!" She professed as she found a dusty bottle of tequila in the back of one of the cabinets.
"What?" Josh was so sufficiently stuffed that he wasn't sure he could pick himself up to go and see what all the noise was about.
"This." Donna walked back in the room and tried to blow some of the dust away before unscrewing the cap. "I know you've already gotten drunk once this week, but I wanna turn."
The two of them passed the bottle back and forth in silence for a few minutes; each trying relentlessly to reach their goal of no longer caring. Feeling. Neither one wanted to feel the loneliness and confusion of their lives, and certainly didn't want to think any forbidden thoughts of the one they were sitting alone with.
"Are you drunk?" Josh was pretty sure he was as he passed the bottle.
"I think I'm gettin' there," the blonde said before tipping her head back and sloshing down another gulp.
"Bitch."
Donna blinked a cocked her head. "Me?"
"Amy." Josh snatched the bottle from her grasp and took a drink.
"Bitch." Donna smiled. She liked this new game.
"Unprofitable bitch."
"Josh," Donna looked at him and realized that her vision was getting blurred and her speech was sounding more and more distant. Inebriation was finally settling upon her. That meant that Josh had to be falling off the cliff at Smashed City. "I think we're drunk."
"Kay." Josh looked at the bottle still in his hand. There was still a shot or two. He threw it back before Donna could comment. "Yup," he slurred as he felt the fiery liquid flow down his chest. "Drunk."
With a sigh, she slumped against his shoulder. "Tomorrow is Saturday."
"You're sexy, Donna."
She felt like her attractiveness must have something to do with the day of the week. "Thanks. I like Fridays."
"You're always sexy."
She giggled a little. "You are too, Josh."
"I know." He flashed a lazy grin as he kissed the top of her head.
"I won't even find you accountable for your poofy hair."
"Poofy hair?"
"Or your oldness."
"Old?!? I am so not old!" He pulled her eyes up to meet his own. "I could so outdo any of your Republicans in bed."
She snorted. "Yeah right."
That was how it begun. A drunken bet. Josh leaned down and kissed her lips. There was no gentleness or chaste; it was lustful passion at its primitive instinct.
As their kiss deepened, both knew that it would do nothing to sate their desires.
Oh God! We shouldn't do this…He's too drunk. I'm too drunk, but he's way too drunk.
Donna was correct. Josh was too drunk to know and she was simply too drunk to register the consequences and care. She had him. With her. Now. That was all she needed.
Since Josh heard no protest, he took it as ample opportunity to pursue further. His hands began to explore her clothed body. He felt all the places that he never imagined that he would ever touch on Donna and relished in the way she reacted- her moans and gasps for breath, her withering limbs, and her need to touch him as well.
The time quickly came that simple petting was no longer enough. They both knew what they wanted and worked in unison to achieve the goal. It took only a few minutes for each to stumble out of their pants, shirts and undergarments and find their way to one another once more.
They weren't looking for romance tonight. They weren't looking for anything but a way to forget their lives and troubles. And sexual satisfaction.
"Josh," Donna moaned as he began to spread her thighs.
He looked up at her expectantly. "If you don't want me—"
"Josh." She growled his named as she reached up to kiss him soundly on the lips. When they finally parted, she panted, "Not the sofa." Donna heaved his body from atop hers and proceeded to walk toward her bedroom.
He was lost in a haze that he was beginning to accredit to a drunken fantasy. All he knew was the one thing that he wanted most in the world was getting up and walking away and that he was determined to do everything in his power to see that he was with her when she reached her destination.
The sluggish nature of their intoxicated state made the journey to the bed long and difficult. But they rewarded each other when they reached their objective by uniting their mouths in another passion filled embrace. As their lips clashed and melded, they knew that they needed to feel the contact of more intimate parts.
The heated kisses and embraces were enough in the way of foreplay for both of the parties involved. Neither Josh nor Donna was thinking in terms of romance as they laid themselves down upon the mattress. In fact, there at that moment, there was only one way they were thinking as Josh poised himself between the hips of the woman in front of him: a physiological need to sate the fire that consumed their minds and bodies.
"Umm…Josh?" Donna said, gaze descending quizzically after nothing progressed for a few moments.
Josh looked down at himself as well to notice that his burning desire hadn't fully reached a certain region of his body; in fact the one most important in fulfilling his lustful desire at the moment. "It…it's just resting up."
Donna said nothing but kept looking downward in hopes for a change. After several seconds, "Josh, I think he's had enough of a nap. Can you wake him up now?"
He changed his position above his would-be lover to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. "Give him a minute! He's…he normally doesn't sleep on the job."
Donna was giggling almost uncontrollably at this point. "Josh. I didn't know you were impotent."
"I am not! He just had a little too much to drink, Donna."
"Impotent!"
"I am NOT!!" He turned to face her as he growled his objection.
"Republicans aren't all impotent. I can tell you." She then began a short explosive dialogue of a couple of the heated incidents that certainly proved that Republicans do have balls.
At that moment, the explicit words coming from her mouth combined with the fact that he knew they were done with her little body was more than enough to send him to recess.
And that was the thought as he thrust himself inside her body for that first time. There were no spoken invitations, acceptances, or requests. All of that was implied by the vibes that transcended between one another.
As he began thrusting in earnest, both realized that the process to satisfaction would only take a matter of minutes. Both Josh and Donna sensed the impending release and took no care to draw out the status of their union.
They had little time to develop a rhythm to their movements, as both were too preoccupied with their own pleasure. Donna could feel it slowly building inside her as she pushed herself harder against him.
But Josh's libido won the race. Not two minutes after he initially slid his member inside her, he spilled himself into her and collapsed upon her body.
"Josh," Donna moaned after a couple minutes of silence.
He was still upon her as he rested his head against her breast. He grunted his reply.
She lay there unsatisfied. It would have to be that in his current state and position, there would be no workable way for her to achieve her climax, even if by her own supply. Donna gave a sigh of defeat as she shuffled under her slumbering man and wrapped her arms around his torso.
"I don't know about beating Republicans," she mumbled before drifting off to sleep.
*~*~*
The throbbing in her brain was her first indication that she was awakening from her drunken state. She heard herself whimper as she tried to roll herself over onto her side. After she registered her own notable noise, she also heard a groan in response and immediately realized that the sound in combination with the pressure upon her maintaining her lack of mobility symbolized that she was not alone.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down upon her chest to see a curly bunch of hair. There was only one man on the face of creation that she would get in bed with that possessed tresses such as the ones before her. "Oh God."
As the memories of the past few hours flooded her mind, she quickly gathered her bearing enough to know that he was still too drunk to respond. She rolled him off herself and sat up to look at the clock. The red digits told her that it was four thirty in the morning. "Oh God," she whispered again as a hand came to her mouth. Her new roommate was due in less than four hours.
"Oh God," became her mantra as she sprang off the bed and ran toward the bathroom. As she flipped on the light and stared as her still blurred reflection, she contemplated whether she wanted to throw up or pass out in the middle of the floor. She opted for the more productive of her options and threw on a pair of dirty clothes while breathing a few more "Oh God's" before returning to the scene of the crime.
Donna hoped that if Josh sensed her glaring, he would miraculously wake up and get out of her apartment. Or declare his undying affections.
She wiped the tears that were already swelling in her eyes. Of all the things that she needed right now, an awkward and estranged relationship with her boss and closest friend was not on the list. Donna decided that her choices were running slim. Josh had to leave and she preferred that his departure be as soon as possible. Hopefully still drunk enough that she wouldn't have to broach the subject with him until Monday, preferably never. "Josh," she quickly called into the silence.
She quickly judged that this was going to be more difficult that she thought. "Josh!" she began yelling as she went into the front room to gather his clothes. "JOSH!"
The first stirring of life the made was several minutes later when Donna shoved him into the floor. "Huh? What? Huh?"
She stared at his disoriented state. Her own reaction was slowed as she tried to remember what to do next and she didn't even want to imagine was happening inside his sensitive system. Finally, she spoke as she tried to coax him off the ground. "Josh, you have to get dressed. You have to get dressed and get out."
Josh was able to sit on the edge of the bed after substantial effort from a now groggy and irritated blonde. As he sat slumped and unresponsive, Donna realized that she was going to have to dress the git herself.
She quickly called a cab before taking on the challenge. Donna was very proud that she succeeded on placing on the boxers and pants and was mildly surprised to realize that he never took the time to remove his socks.
Donna couldn't resist as her fingers lightly traced along the length of his scars. The memories of that time made this most difficult of predicaments bearable because she knew that though she would most likely 'lose' Josh, she wouldn't lose Josh. She went on with her dressing efforts, deciding quickly to give up on the undershirt as she tossed it aside and settled for fastening his button-up.
As soon as his shoes were tied, she slipped her own on and looked outside. Donna hoped that she had just enough time to write a message.
Josh-
Don't worry when you wake up. I didn't steal your money although you drank all my liquor. I put you in a cab and he should get you in your place. Your car is still here and will be unless you want me to drive it to you this weekend. If not, I'll bring it to work on Monday. Call me when you wake up so I know you didn't die.
Donna
She shoved the note in his wallet and looked again out the window. With the sight of the waiting cab, she went back to her room to grab her package and began the descent down the stairs for delivery.
What seemed like ages later, Donna shut the door to her apartment and leaned her back up against it. As she sank to the floor, she let loose the pressure that had been building inside since she first awoke. She had no idea how she could live through seeing him again or how he could live through seeing her. No idea as to how her life had spun so out of control again so fast.
As she let her sobs gain control over her body, she gave up all awareness to reality.
