Rating: NC-17
Archive: Sure, but let me know.
Summary: Ummmm...see title.
Spoilers: 18th&P (for the couches) 2C (for a post-press conference setting), 17P (for the flowers), and a small nod to Mandy & Josh's sordid past.
Disclaimers: Oh Aaron, my apologies, for they are yours and I make them do these things and then spoof your titles for my own amusement. Date: 5/19/01
Notes: Yee-haw it's a "couch fic" with no plot what-so-ever. I mean *what-so-ever*.
When he walks into the basement room it's past 2:00 AM and he's exhausted, it's been a week since the press conference and everyone's been at 110% -- hardly any of the senior staff even go home anymore to sleep. It's so much more efficient to sleep in the office, especially when you have an assistant you can ask to go pick up clean clothes for you.
He makes a mental note to remember to thank her tomorrow, maybe make the time to go down to the mess and grab her a lemon poppy seed muffin -- he'd send flowers but he's afraid of her reaction.
A few seconds later, he's surprised to see Donna sprawled out on a couch since he sent her home an hour ago -- but here she is, shoes kicked off, legs bare, and shirt untucked from her skirt.
He's reminded of Sleeping Beauty and suddenly wants nothing more than to lean down and kiss her, waking her up so he can do other things with her.
He chuckles softly at how quickly his X-rated thoughts diverge from the fairy tale canon.
Hesitating, he looks back at the closed door and locks it without spending too much time trying to contemplate his motives. He figures he can always say he did it accidentally, that he didn't mean to lock the door, he just did it out of habit. It was late and he was tired.
He just wasn't thinking.
The thought that he's already coming up with alibis disturbs him, but he quickly tries to push those ideas from his mind. He sits down by her feet and uses the front of one foot to push the other foot's shoe off. Then repeats the process, all the while listening to her steady breathing. He loosens his tie and pulls it off, then untucks his shirt.
Crawling up the length of the couch, he settles down next to her as she murmurs.
"Hi, Josh," she whispers groggily, with eyes still closed.
"How do you know it's me?" He teases, as he readjusts them so that she's resting slightly on top of him.
"I know how you smell...and how you feel."
"You do, do you?"
"Yes," she replies, moving her leg so it now rests between his thighs, trying to push the sleepy feelings of her arousal back down.
"How do I smell?"
"Nice."
He snickers before answering.
"Nice? Feel free to be a little more descriptive there, Donna. I mean..."
He stops talking as she brushes her hand across his growing hardness. "I think you feel nice too."
"Okay," he mumbles weakly, suddenly feeling very unsure about what he's doing on a couch, in the basement of the White House, with his assistant draped across his body.
"I heard you lock the door, why did you do that?"
"I-I'm not sure."
"Feel free to be a little more descriptive there, Josh."
"I'm really not sure. I think I'll move over to the other couch," he says, not moving at all.
"You're not moving," she points out.
"I know."
"Okay."
"I thought you looked like Sleeping Beauty when I first walked in."
"Well, I can assure you I wasn't using a spindle earlier."
The word spindle strikes him as dirty even though he knows it isn't.
He moves his hand down from where it's resting on her back, sliding it so it's even lower, circling the small of her back lazily with his fingers.
"I should move over to the other couch," he repeats, his hand now cupping her bottom, he gives her a squeeze as he moves his hand over to her other cheek.
She pushes her bent leg up a little higher causing her skirt to shift up around the tops of her thighs.
"Donna," he says in a low growl that makes her toes curl.
"I'm just getting comfortable," she replies innocently.
His hand continues down until it hits the bare skin at the back of her thigh.
In an instant he decides to cross this line, running his hand up, back over her ass, taking the material of her skirt with him, so that it's now bunched up around her waist in the back. She knows it's only a matter of time until he realizes how wet she is.
She makes a moan in the back of her throat before running her hand across his chest, pausing at the top button before undoing it.
"What are you doing?"
"Making you more comfortable," she smiles as she lifts her head to look a him.
She gets the rest of the buttons of his shirt undone and spreads the material open to reveal an undershirt.
"You have too many clothes on," she huffs in disappointment.
He chuckles as he moves his hand down her hip and the side of her thigh, following a trail back up the inside of her leg until he gets to where he wants to be.
Tugging the material on his chest up so that she can rest her face back down against his skin, she holds her breath until his hand slides against the moistness soaking her underwear and she pushes against him instinctively, grinding into his fingers.
"Do you still want to move over to the other couch?" She asks, before running her tongue around his nipple, wrapping her lips around the erect tip and biting down gently.
His hips buck forward in response.
"No, I think I like it on this couch," he answers, looping his fingers on each side of her panties and tugging them down as she makes a little gasp.
His hands are back between her legs quickly and she finds herself moaning loudly in response.
"Donna, we have to be kind of quiet," he says apologetically.
She doesn't say anything, just works his pants open and slides her hand down, running her fingertips along the length of his erection, making him whimper.
"Shhhhhhh..." she mocks, before he twirls his finger around her clit in response.
"Joooosshhh."
"This could get evil pretty fast," he grins at her, pushing a finger gently inside her body, sliding it slowly in and out while she bites her lip.
She retaliates by tapping a delicate, seductive rhythm against his balls, before moving her hand up around him and over the head of his cock -- she laughs at the noises he tries to stifle.
Not to be outdone, he rubs his palm around in her wetness before slowly easing in two slick fingers, as his thumb continues to rub against her clit.
The feel of his body beneath hers is about all she needs, before she starts to whimper and push into his fingers wildly. He kisses her mouth to absorb her cries as she comes hard against his hand.
***
"I just had an idea," she says against his chest, once she regains the power of speech.
"Yes?"
"Well, I really don't trust you to not be noisy."
"Me?"
"Yes, you're going to want to scream my name out Josh, you know, in the throes of passion."
"Really? Okay, I'm definitely looking forward to that."
"Yes, as well you should be," she emphasizes with a firm squeeze that makes him suck in breath.
"Ah-kay," he answers happily, making her smile in response.
"So, I'm thinking of a number..."
His eyes get a little wide and she can feel a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks at his reaction. It's something that she's always wanted to do and tonight seems like as good of a time as any and Josh is the only one she wants do it with -- he's been the only one she's wanted to do lots of things with for a while.
"Ohhhh, I think that's my favorite number, Donna."
She smiles as she sits herself up on her knees so she can pull his shirt the rest of the way off as he does the same to her.
His fingers trace the outline of her bra before he reaches back to unfasten the clasp.
"I can't believe I haven't kissed you yet," he mutters as he pulls her into his lap and brushes his lips lightly against hers.
He does this a few times, moving his head side to side, before sinking down on her mouth. His hands reach out and brush against her breasts and he pulls back so he can watch himself touch her.
He pinches and tweaks her nipples as she squeals softly. When he takes her breast in his mouth and starts to suck, she has to bring her hand up to her mouth and bite down to bury the response and keep it from reverberating off the walls.
"Turn around," he orders huskily, as she finds herself obeying on legs shaky with desire.
She straddles his hips, going down on her hands as he tugs on her thighs, pulling her body back towards the head of the couch.
Leaning her head down into his stomach, she flicks her tongue against his belly button, moving her face up slowly between his bent knees, resting her upper body down against his and using her elbows for extra support.
"This would look really bad if anyone walked in now."
"I locked the door, Donna. You heard me."
"Yeah, but it's not like we're surrounded by thick trees and magical brambles."
"What?" He grins into her thigh.
"Nothing," she says shaking her head against his erection, "what if someone has a key?"
"No one has a key."
"That's easy for you to say Josh, your ass isn't up in the air."
He chuckles. "Well, then bring it down more," he says, pulling at her hips until his dimples are buried under her sex.
She gives a shudder of pleasure before taking him in her mouth.
It's been such a long time since anyone has done this for him. He remembers briefly back to a night in Kansas City during the election, of Mandy on her knees in front of the stiff, uncomfortable hotel chair, while he sat naked, twirling his fingers through her short dark hair, as she gave one of her rare blow jobs.
He shakes that image from his mind to concentrate on this.
This is so much better.
Focusing on Donna's mouth and tongue moving around him, it feels so good he almost forgets to move his own mouth on her. He remedies that by lapping eagerly through her folds, breathing her scent in deeply.
He's lost in the sensation of what's being done to him and what he's doing to Donna so that it takes him a few seconds to recognize it. It almost feels like a vibration but then he realizes he can hear it as well as feel it.
"Donna, are you humming?"
She slides him out of her mouth briefly and then her hand curls around him.
"Yes, does it feel good?"
"Yeah, but what are you humming?"
"I think you know Josh."
"It's that song I hate, isn't it?"
He hears Donna sigh and a second later he feels her warm breath hit his wet cock.
"Josh, I like the song," she accents her statement with a quick pass of her tongue over his shaft.
He thinks back to the summer before they won the election, sitting in his make-shift office with a portable cd player, while she danced around to her Belly CD. She was actually kind of cute, he thinks, but he really doesn't like the song much.
He had an old girlfriend that listened to it non-stop through their brief four-month relationship.
Regardless, he always associates the album with Donna. He hazily recalls taking her cd at one point and flinging it like a frisbee across the office as she laughingly threw his Infinity disc out the window.
They went thru cds by the Lemonheads, Jethro Tull, Rush, and the Smiths that day, before finally agreeing on Patti Smith. Sam had come into the office later, excited about a bunch of compact discs that he found out on the sidewalk.
Later that night, he had listened to her sing along to Dancing Barefoot, while he worked on the California numbers. Whenever he hears that song now, it's usually with Donna's voice.
"Feed the Tree?"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Feed the Tree?" He repeats against her warmth.
"Josh..."
"Okay, I'm just saying, if you continue with that, I might have to whip out the Journey."
Her body shakes a little with her giggles, as she settles down on him a bit more, replacing her fingers once again with her tongue, then her lips, as she pulls him up into her mouth again.
Just for fun, he hums a little Any Way You Want It against her clitoris, before pushing his tongue deep inside her.
They continue to pleasure each other in the silence of the basement room, the duel humming now replaced by an occasional muffled moan or gasp.
"Donna," he stops briefly to pant a warning. "Donna, I'm gonna..."
"S'owkah, puth youw moufh bawk nowf," she orders, not stopping her rhythm at all, as she continues to slide and lick around him.
His mouth vibrates a low moan against her clit that send chills down her spine, as he comes and fills her mouth with a warm saltiness. Releasing him, she lets him slip gently from her lips, lowering her head between his legs, so it rests against the couch.
The dazed, slow-motion feeling from his orgasm only renders him incapable of moving for a few seconds, before he continues to twirl his tongue against her. He starts moving his fingers in feather-light touches across her ass and thighs as he sucks and licks at her center.
She turns her head so she can cry out against the skin of his thigh and she succumbs to the movements of his mouth and tongue. Her shudders continue briefly while he continues to lick gently until she moves her body away, turning around and collapsing against him.
"Sleeping beauty," he whispers.
Donna kisses him lightly, as they both taste themselves on the other's mouth.
"You know, in the real Sleeping Beauty, he didn't have to kiss her to wake her up," Donna whispers against his chest.
"He didn't?"
"It was just time for the spell to end so she woke up on her own -- he just happened to be there."
"So, he was just some local gomer who happened to wander by, huh?" He asks, wrapping his arms around her.
"No, he was a Prince and he was looking for her, but it was really a coincidence that he was there, right when she was ready for him to find her."
"Pretty lucky timing then."
"Extremely lucky," she replies, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch down on top of them, before snuggling closer next to his body.
***