Disclaimer: I own nothing.
PAIRINGS: Josh/Donna
A/N: I had such a good response to my last story that I wanted to write more. I love Meat Loaf and was listening to Bat out of Hell and I don't know how the idea came to me but it did and so I wrote it down.
SETUP FOR STORY: Basic idea is that each chapter is going to be an idea that I had of Josh and Donna if they were together. It's set around season three, but Josh and Donna are together. I may or may not follow the season three plot. I just wanted Sam to still be there and I just liked that time in the show.
FLUFF WARNING: it may get serious but I don't know yet. So far it'll just be fluff.
I slowly drag myself up the five flights of stairs to Donna's apartment. Her building's elevator is broken, again.
I was just meant to go into the office for a few hours. Apparently when Leo said 'a few hours' he really meant 'eight hours'. Now I can barely get up these steps. I finally get to the fifth floor and begin to walk down the hall. The plan was for us to spend the Saturday together doing basically nothing, oh and to have lots of sex, but the basis of the plan was to do nothing. I suspect that she will be slightly upset that I ended up at the office, for almost the whole of our 'doing nothing and having lots of sex day', with Toby instead of with her. I know it's surprising to you and me that she could possibly be upset that her boyfriend had to spend a whole day working for the President, but I get the feeling that she's not that impressed with the fact that my boss in the President of the United States…It could be because he's her boss too.
Anyway, I'm coming up on her door and I can hear music booming from down the hallway. I recognize the song but only realize where it was coming from once I reach her door. I stick my key into the lock and open the door to a very amusing image.
Donna is dancing around her table, as she cleans it, listening to Meat Loaf's "You took the words right out of my mouth". She sings along with the female parts, off key, and is now swinging around the cloth she's holding. I guess she decided to turn our 'doing nothing and having lots of sex day' into 'cleaning and singing along with Meat Loaf day'. I spot cleaning supplies scattered around her apartment and the vacuum cleaner is poised in the center of living room.
She hasn't noticed me yet and has started singing into the Pledge spray can. Her eyes are closed and she's belting out the words with a look of determination. "You took the words right out of my mouth. It must have been while you were kissing me" she's bobbing her head with the beat.
I gently close the door and she still hasn't noticed me. I lean against it, getting comfortable for the rest of the show.
Watching her prance around the table almost makes me missing our 'doing nothing and having lots of sex day' worth it. Oh, now she's spinning around. Ok it was defiantly worth it.
The song has changed and she goes over to the stereo, still singing the words, "It must have been while you were kissing me" in that sweet voice of hers. Is it wrong that I find that she can't sing on key adorable? Or that it's the best singing voice I've heard? Yeah well I do. She skips a few songs till it lands on 'Paradise by the dashboard light'.
She turns around, finally sees me and abruptly stops dancing. Her eyes go wide and she puts her 'microphone', also known to others as the Pledge can, down on the stereo. "How long have you been standing there?"
My grin widens "Right around the middle of 'You took the words right out of my mouth'".
"Oh" I didn't think it was possible but her eyes open even further.
I chuckle "Been keeping yourself busy in my absence I see" I can't help but tease her. She was dancing around the table!
"Only because you willingly left our 'doing nothing and having lots of sex day' to go to the office" she retorts indignantly. Hey she was calling our day 'doing nothing and having lots of sex day' too? Believe it or not we did not decide to call it that together.
I decide to breeze past her comment because I know she doesn't actually blame me. Well, I'm fairly confident she doesn't actually blame me. "Donna you were dancing"
She stands taller leaving her shame behind. "Yes I was"
"And singing along with Meat Loaf" I point out tossing my keys onto the table by the door and entering further into her apartment.
"Yes I was," she echoes.
"You were using the Pledge as a microphone," I add coming closer to her.
She folds her arms over her chest "Is there a problem Josh?" she narrows her eyes at me.
I pause and frown in thought. "Well you were singing a duet by yourself, that usually isn't done"
She begins to smile "Are you offering to be my Meat Loaf?"
I go over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. "I thought I already was," I say in mock confusion.
"I don't remember you ever singing to me Joshua" she grins unfolding her arms and placing them on my shoulders.
"That's 'cause you never asked Donnatella"
"I'm asking now" her eyes are twinkling with delight and she begins to pout knowing I can't fight against the pout.
I softly kiss her lips and move my kisses up along her jaw line softly singing the words whenever my lips left her skin. "And now our bodies are oh so close and tight. It never felt so good, it never felt so right" My singing comes to a halt when she begins devouring my mouth.
I slowing start to walk backwards towards her bedroom and when we finally reach the threshold she pulls away slightly.
"Stop right there. I gotta know right now, before we go any further. Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life?" she sings the lyrics with a slight flare and smiles. But the smile falters slightly when she sees the serious look on my face. "What?"
"Yes" I breathe, and the smile appears again.
"To which part?" her grasp on me tightens.
I grin slyly at her. "All of it"
And half of our 'doing nothing and having lots of sex' plan in fulfilled when she pulls me into her bedroom. I don't think you need to guess which part, but let's just say I'm a very happy Meat Loaf.