A little secret about me is that I love organizing my closet. I can be quite messy and throw my clothes on the floor and keep my makeup and products all over the bathroom counter, but I love taking a moment to reorganize the closet I share with Josh. Maybe it's because we need a bigger closet, but I enjoy it. It's like a puzzle that I can assemble and then completely mess up and do it again months later. Josh is in the other room working while watching C-SPAN and I figured I would work on our closet and laundry before we have to get ready to go to dinner this evening with a diplomat and The President.

Things with Josh and I have been great. His mother left two days ago and we're still working on us, but for the first time it really feels like it's on the up and up. We've had a lot of talks and while we haven't had sex, we have self served and watched each other in the act which is a weird but sexy kind of thrilling. We want each other, but I've been enjoying this game of teasing him a bit. Which is why today, I'm walking around in lace yellow (lemon colored) panties and a thin white tank top. It's not uncommon for me to walk around naked, but since his Mom left, I've spent all of our time at home wearing very little. I want him to notice and I want it to drive him crazy. It's driving me crazy too and I think soon I'm going to have to act on it. For now though, I am working on the closet. Josh is focused and that will make it easier.

I reach for a stack of gowns from the back of my closer and grunt as I lift as many as I can in one swipe. I wasn't expecting them to be as heavy as they are, but as I drag them to the bed, Josh walks in with his laptop and some notebooks stacked, with a pen in his mouth. He quickly puts the laptop and everything else on the bed, before helping me get the gowns all on the bed. "You know, you could have called me in for help."

"I got it." I respond, my breath heavy. "Do you still want those Nike's over there?"

"Um…" Josh walks over to the table by the window and opens the shoe box. "No, we can donate or trash them."

"Alright." I smile and walk into the closet. Josh follows me in, placing his hands on my hips as I reach for a few more dresses. A second later, I feel his lips on my bare shoulder, his tongue lightly dancing along my skin. "I thought you were working."

"I am working." He responds, sliding one of his hands to the front of my body, his fingers grazing my stomach just below my top. "I want to work on you now."

"Josh…" I close my eyes, pressing my ass to him. I want to keep my guard up, but the truth is I miss him in this way. I've been holding out and I don't know if I am ready, but I think my hormones are on fire today. I know this, because as he moved his hands, I can feel my center warming up to him. It reminds me that little moments at home like this, are what make me feel the most full. I start to feel like we're returning to normal. "You have to be careful or we won't be able to stop."

"I'm not the one withholding." He whispers, sliding his finger below the band of my panties. "You can have whatever you want, whenever you want."

"We're doing the basics." I remind him, as he pulls his hand from my underwear. I let out a confident hum as I assert dominance and he quits. A moment later, I feel his hands on the hem of my tank, pulling it up on my body. I decide to give a little as I put my hands up, letting him pull it off my body. I resume looking through the gowns as he places his fingers beneath the band of my panties. "You're a bad listener."

"You haven't asked me to stop." He murmurs, pressing a kiss midway down my spine as he lowers the panties to my ankles. I step out of my underwear, still with my back to him as I feel his hands squeeze my ass. "Bend over."

"No." I smirk, before he slaps my ass cheek. I immediately want to test him, see how far I can push him. "Oh…"

"Go to the bed." He demands.

"Josh." I mutter, turning around to face him. His eyes are dark and his voice husky, which immediately causes the heat in my center to grow. Still, I want to have fun. I want my control. Even if I don't think I am going to be able to maintain it. Not because of him being assertive, but because I find him to be adorable. I move my hands around his neck, our lips just inches apart. "I was going to organize your suits. Winters and Summers. Grays and blues. That sort of thing.""

"Donna…" He bites as I decide to move my own lips to his neck. "I'm trying to be in charge."

"You are in charge." I quip, nipping at his ear. "You're very bossy."

"No…Donna I said go to the bed." He whines, before he clears his throat and stiffens up. "Go to the bed."

"Yes, because all the men who are in control have to clear their throat to avoid sounding like a school boy.." I smirk, dropping my arms and walking to the bed. I'm still on the fence about whether or not he's going to get any, but I am having fun. "I'm at the bed like you asked."

"Bend over." He says, moving his hands to my hips. When I don't and just turn to face him, he lets out another whine. "You're mocking me."

"I would never…" I say innocently, leaning back against the bed. I was set on leading him on and backing out before he actually got to do anything. It's a brat move, but getting him all riled up has always been a bit fun for me. Except there is something adorable about his attempt to dominate me and his disappointment when he sees it failing.

"Donna…" He pleads, with a light smile tugging at his lips. It's the Joshua Lyman pout. That's it. That's the ballgame. I put a hand to his face and he bends his head to place his lips against mine. "I want you."

"Yeah?" I whisper as he backs me onto the side of the bed where there aren't piles of clothing. "You gonna help me clean the closet after?"

"Probably not." He replies, pushing the pile of evening gowns to the floor. "Besides, I already got you naked. I'm already winning the battle."

"Josh!" I shout, slapping his arm. "Those dresses are expensive."

"And you won't wear most of them again." He adds, pulling his shirt off quickly. I crawl backwards onto the bed, letting my head fall against his pillow. "Besides, if you're not going to let me have bossy sex then you're going to have to deal with the repercussions and that is your very nice dresses on the floor."

"Josh…" I kick my legs dramatically as he undoes his belt, really trying to seal the deal before I say no. "If we're having sex I want…nicer sex. I don't want kinky take me from behind sex for the first time in over a month."

"Wait…you're really going to let us do it?" He asks, his eyes widening.

"I am literally naked on our bed, waiting for you to climb on top of me!" I laugh, nudging him with my foot. There is something about him that just fills me with need. It's these little moments when I think we have the most fun with each other.

"Is this a trap?" He asks, kicking his pants to the side before quickly pushing his boxes down to his feet. "It's a trap. I know it."

"Am I so intoxicating that I must be a figment of your imagination, Josh?" I tease, bending my knee just a little. The look on his face is purely animalistic, but so I trace my fingers down to my center.

"Actually yes." He admits, crawling on top of me as his cock hits my stomach. "But I'm willing to test the poison candy to see if it really is that good."

"You're quite ridiculous." I joke, placing a hand on the side of his face. "Hi there."

"Hey." He breathes, turning his head to kiss my hand. "God, you're beautiful."

"You're very handsome, yourself." I mutter softly, looking at his lips then back to him. I've missed this. The moment before anything happens where I just can feel how much I love him. I look down at his lips again, this time tilting my head up to kiss them. I've decided now that we're doing this. I've missed him and more than that, I need him. "Josh."

"Yeah?" He whispers, sliding his hand down to my center. My back arches and I can feel his lips form a devilish smile.

"Fuck me." I murmur, reaching my hand down to his stiffening length. It hardens beneath my fingers and it's like being reacquainted with an old friend as I trail my fingers along its velvety skin. Josh's controlling demeanor has shifted to a much softer one, this time he's running a finger along my folds as he moves his lips to my neck.

"Donnatella Moss." He grumbles, dipping his tongue along my collarbone. "Don't make me stop."

"I don't want you to." I admit, grabbing his face and looking at him. "Don't stop."

"Okay." He smiles hungrily, slamming his lips into mine.

Josh breaks the kiss, moving his lips down to my breasts. I've always been sensitive in my boobs and Josh knows it. In fact, he uses this as a bit of a secret weapon, letting his teeth graze my nipples as his hot breath hits the skin. What he doesn't know is that since the miscarriage, my breasts have been even more tender. "Josh…mmm."

"You like that?" He quizzes, using his hand to caress my breasts as his tongue trails along my navel. I can feel my core aching, getting wetter for him as his tongue makes its way to my inner thigh. A part of me doesn't want him to take the time down there, to just fill me now, but he won't listen. He would want to prove a point about being the boss. "God I've missed this."

"Babe…" I groan as he trails little kisses leading up to my center. I feel his tongue tease me and I arch my back a little higher, my hands moving to his hair as he begins to go down on me, sending shivers up my body. I feel like my senses are overloaded from starving for attention. Sure, I've pleasured myself but as he lets his tongue massage my folds, I'm willing to surrender to the idea that he does it better than my hand or battery operated toy can do. As I feel one of his fingers dive into me, I catch myself tightening my grip on his hair. "Fuck."

"Good girl." He murmurs, sliding another finger in, flicking his tongue on me.

"Josh…you really should just fuck me now." I groan, one of my hands landing on my forehead. I run my foot along his back as slams his fingers in and out of me quickly. "Babe…"

"Shh…" He teases, patting my stomach with his other hand as he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. My breath is getting heavier as he flicks his tongue against my clit and I think he may very well be trying to kill me. Maybe his own version of taking it to the basics. There are moments when I am intimate with Josh when my logic escapes me and this time I swat his hand away from my stomach, but it doesn't stop him and I'm glad. Instead, he slides his hands into my ass, squeezing as he pushes his face harder against my body, his tongue working itself into overdrive as I dig my hands into the sheets. He's planning on killing me. "Fuck you in a second…"

"Josh, you're fucking me now…" I whine as my heart begins to race and I feel a rush inside my body. I dig my heels into his back as I begin to shake. His tongue goes wild, taking brief breaks to suck on my clit which drives me insane. Then nothing. He stopped, I use my heels to nudge him, but he just moves back up my body, pressing his face against mine. "Why did you stop?"

"Because I want to watch you when you cum, because of me." Josh smirks, taking my leg and wrapping it around his waist as I grasp his shoulders. "It's been a while."

As begins to suck at my neck, I reach down, massaging his already hard length. I try to urge it into my, but he has all the leverage. All of the control and then I realize what this is about. He never gave up the control, he just let me think I have it and that turns me on even more. "Don't be mean."

"Never mean…" He whispers, sucking harder. He's going to leave a mark. Another thing that never ceases to amaze me when we're together. He's marking his territory, leaving it to me to cover up for the week. I moan into his mouth as his lips return to mine I feel him line his cock up with my center, lightly teasing me. "Always nice."

"Lies…" I pout as he moves his hand to my hair as he begins to slowly and painfully slide into me. I'm dripping for him, but Josh has always been bigger than most men in one very specific way and I feel my body has to stretch from being without for so long. He ever so deliberately pushes harder, deliberately stretching me in a way that sends a cry through my body. He's delicious. Even through the pain, I smile against his lips, because nobody fits me the way he does. The ache in my lower stomach only exists to make me feel content so I dig my heel into his ass, holding him there for a moment as he gasps against my lips. "I missed you."

"Missed you too." He breathes, pulling out and pushing himself back in, burying himself deep within my walls. It takes me a moment to adjust, but as my hips begin moving with his, Josh is starting to breathe heavier as he rhythmically moves against me. His lips work frantically with mine, but then I lightly bite down on his lower lip. "Fuck…Donna."

"Ohhh…" I moan, as his pace picks up and with each thrust he's hitting my walls, going deeper than before. As his body surges into mine, I find my lips roughly working on his. "Josh...please…fuck me harder."

"Working on it…" He groans, his hands digging into my side as he picks up the pace. I am getting continuous reminders of how much I missed him while he pushes into me, my own hands digging into his bare ass. I can't help trying to push him in deeper, even though I am certain he's hitting the very back of my walls. I just want more of him, as much as I can take of him to fill me up.

"Josh…." I moan, gyrating my hips as I squeeze his ass harder.

"Donna!" He shouts, slamming into me, the realization that my back is going to hurt after this doesn't phase me. I want him as much as I can have him.

"Josh…baby…" I whine, against his lips as I feel my legs begin to shake.

"Donnatella." He gasps, his breath hot on my cheek as he slams harder and harder with each thrust. My brain goes to mush as we both scream and I am pretty sure whatever I am saying is inaudible. As he spills his warm liquid inside of me, I'm pretty sure I am smiling like an idiot as I scream maybe his name. "Donna…"

"Fuck!" I cry, my center twitching around him. I'm always amazed at his skill and ability to send me over the edge so easily. "Josh….baby…"

"Donna!" He screams, throwing his head back as he powers into one last time, the last of himself pouring inside of me.

"Oh my god…" I whimper, my finger stroking his face. My eyes are heavy, struggling to stay open as the last of my orgasm dances over my body.

"You feel so good…" He moans deeply, pressing his lips on my cheek. "So fucking good."

"We're never willingly going that long without sex again." I insist, giggling against his lips. "I mean with the exception of medical reasons or travel…I think I am better off if you just fuck me as often as possible."

"I can live with that." Josh chuckles, sliding out of me and I try to ignore the immediate disappointment. I wish I could be attached to him longer, no matter how unhealthy or abnormal that thought is. I feel like he completes my existence and in moments like these, I want him 'plugged' in as long as possible. "I love watching you."

"Yeah?" I breathe against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love when you're inside of me."

"Fuck…" He whispers against my lips as I remember I had the television on mute in the bedroom before I even began working on the closet. "We need to rest and then I'm doing it again. Just us in bed all day…me fucking you until you can't remember your name."

"Josh…" I breathe, noticing the bright red breaking news chyron across the screen. It takes me a minute to catch up, but I pat his side with my hands. "Josh, we need to get to The White House."

"What?" He frowns, following the trail of my eyes to the television. "Shit…"

"Mass shooting." I sigh and he rolls off of me. He places a soft kiss on the side of my face before he starts to get up off the bed. "Wait for me."

"I will." He says breathlessly and I'm not sure if it's the sex or the urgency of the situation, but we both get up and scramble around the bedroom. "Go to the bathroom, I'll get dressed and grab your work bag. Meet me out there in five?"

"Yeah." I kiss him quickly, before darting into the bathroom we share. I begin tossing my makeup into a nearby tote, because I won't have time to do it before we leave. I just hurry and do the things I need to do, before rushing into the bedroom and grabbing the nearest matching work clothes I can see. I grab my blackberry from the side of the bed, catching an eye of the notifications already coming in. We're scrambling to get ready, but I find myself wishing we could be back in the bed with Josh. I feel a little colder with him not next to me. I realize he's already at the front of the apartment and I toss my hair into a ponytail as I search the closet for shoes to match my black slacks. We'll get back to bed, but for now the world comes first. We'll conquer it together.