Irreparable Damage
Pairing: Josh/Donna
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Early Season 5, before Donna goes to Gaza
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
What I think would happen if something were to happen with Josh and Donna. One-shot.
It just happened. It's true. We didn't see it coming. Our hands were moving of their own accord...
We can't even talk. We've let two days drag by without saying more than necessary. "Donna, can you get that file?" or "Donna, when's my next meeting?" all through strained air, trying not to show any emotion. How can such a simple sin ruin so much?
I wish we could brush it off as simple kiss. Something shared between friends, not worth a second thought. But it was so much more. It was years of furtive glances, flirtatious comments, and lingering touches all rolled into one moment. Now we can't get past any of it. We know that things will never be the same; we can never have our carefree, no-hassle friendship back.
The worst part is, I wouldn't take it back. I want to know how it feels to have him touch me, want me. Have his lips claiming mine. I want to know, even if that means we can never be friends again. This thought is the one that kills me. I want to be more, know more than a simple friend. Here's where it gets tricky, I don't think he has a clue what to do.
The night started out so innocent, the senior staff and some of the assistants went out for some drinks late one night. We can't even blame it on the alcohol, nobody had that much to drink. People started leaving. Josh and I waved goodbye as we continued arguing about the merits of an upcoming campaign finance reform bill. Soon we realized that we had to be up in five hours. We paid our tab and Josh escorted me out of the bar, his arm draped around my shoulder. Comfortably chatting, as this was the most natural thing in the world. He walked me to my apartment a few blocks away.
When we got to my front door, I felt bolder than normal and went to hug him. As I was pulling away, I paused with my eyes staring into his. I don't know who moved first, our lips moved toward each other and kissed. And it wasn't just a kiss. It was long and hard. His arms wrapped around my waist and I pulled myself up to him, feeling the length of his body. The alcohol on our breaths mingled and made a bitter taste in my mouth. His tongue awakened parts of me that hadn't felt in years. Just when his hands rubbing my back were making me feel like I could let this go farther, I panicked and stopped. We pulled away at the same time, his breathing was ragged. Immediately the air changed, we couldn't explain what happened but we couldn't ignore it. All I got was a quiet "Goodnight," and he walked away, hands shoved deep in his pockets.
I don't know if we'll ever talk about it. Or even if I want to. I think what we discovered was something more than either one of us could handle.