Keep Away
Disclaimer: I don't own Josh, Donna, or The English Patient, but I do enjoy them, and I like to take them out and play.
A/N: Thanks as always to my kick arse beta, Heather. She has gotten me on my fluff kick, and I thank her for that as well. I hope you enjoy and remember reviews are always a good thing.
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"Josh, we're not watching the Mets game," Donna declared one night. Josh had kept her late at the office with the promise of order-in Italian at his place, with its central air, and her favorite undershirt of his, the one that she had to give up when she moved back into her apartment when Josh returned back to work after Rosslyn.
"Well, we're not watching that chick flick," he shot back, set on not watching anything that wasn't the Mets game.
"Says he-who-sobbed-while-watching-The-English-Patient."
"I told you, it was tears of boredom."
"Oh, so that's what you call half a box of Kleenex."
"Donnatella Moss," he challenged.
"Joshua Lyman," she answered, going all-in with him.
"We're watching the Mets game."
"That's what you think."
With that Donna launched herself at Josh from the other side of his couch, trying to grab the changer from his hands.
"What are you? Seven?" he asked laughing, holding the changer just above her grasp.
"Whatever works."
Josh kept throwing the remote back and forth between his hands as Donna struggled to get off of his chest so she could grab it and the argument be settled.
"Donna, I'm missing the game…"
"The man called you 'dude' Josh. This isn't a fine art."
"Like the melodrama of two-people-in-love-but-it-goes-wrong-in-any-number-of-weird-ways is a fine art."
Donna almost had it then, her fingertips barely grazing the surface of the changer.
"Again, I cite The English Patient."
"And again, I cite my boredo…"
Josh never got out the rest of the sentence because as Donna made another lunge for the remote, it threw them off balance and they landed in a heap on the floor. Josh landed sprawled over Donna. His head tucked into the niche of her shoulder, one of her legs pressed between his. They laid like that for a second, not fully registering what was going on, their brains going frantic with the intoxicating mix of fear and desire.
Suddenly Josh lifted his head, looked into her screaming eyes, and produced the changer. Donna, taking him at his actions instead of his gaze, grabbed for it. Her strength overwhelmed him as she flipped him over, allowing her to have a better chance at grabbing it. He didn't want to think where she had learned that particular skill, but he appreciated it. Not to be out done, he rolled them back around, so he could feel her underneath him, her struggle shifting from gaining the changer to something else, something darker, more forbidden, something so much more.
He had never noticed all the different flecks of blue in her eyes before, how she had the slightest hint of a widows peak, or how truly flawless her skin was. He found himself lost in the geography of her face, and her eyes seemed to wrap around his soul. The changer was dropped to the floor unceremoniously, but neither one of them noticed the batteries flying off in their own directions. They were too busy tying to reason out their own direction.
"Josh," Donna whispered, slightly out of breath
"Yeah?" he responded, his voice low and husky, dripping with something that was foreign to him, but at the same time shockingly comforting.
"If you don't kiss me right now, I swear I'll make your life hellish. I have the power to do it, you know."
"I don't doubt that," he murmured as he leaned down and touched his lips to hers. This was a much more satisfying end to keep-away than having the changer. The risks and been higher and the game much longer, much more complicated, but that only made the ceasefire all the better.