Title: The Love Couch: Settting a Course for Adventure by Bramble
Rating: NC-17
Full info in Part I


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"What'cha got there, Joshua?" She asks, putting her hand where the pillow just was.

I can't help but thrust my hardness against her palm. "Oh, Donna, please," I beg, even though I'm very close to embarrassing myself like a horny seventeen year old.

Using all the self-control I can muster, I take her hands in mine and entwine our fingers, giving myself a chance to make this last as long as possible.

We move closer, meeting in the middle of the cushions, each of us on our knees, bodies pressed tightly together.

"The door. You need to close the door," she whispers.

"Huh?" I look over. It's late, but the door is half open. "Damn it."

Trying to form a plan that will get the door secured without having to leave the warmth of her body, I see her shoe. Excellent, just what I need. Donna gives me a weird look as I bend over to pick up the black pump from the floor.

"That's leather," she states.

"I'm not going to hurt it," I promise. "Just use it to..." I throw it against the door -- it hits with a thump and slams the door shut.

I give her an I'm da' man look.

"Okay, but, if anyone's still here, they're gonna come investigate the thump now."

"No one's here. Everyone went home hours ago" I answer, grabbing the remote and switching the TV off.

We manage to get each other's shirts off through heated kisses and nervous laughter, each of us still a little overwhelmed that we're actually doing this -- at least I know I am.

"I love it when you wear bras like this," I comment, running my thumbs over her lace-covered nipples, making them all hard.

"You notice my bras?"

"Well, yeah," I answer casually, tweaking the little nubs, making her gasp. "That's okay, right?"

She shivers in response to my hands on her breasts before answering "yes," with a throaty voice, as she undoes my belt and starts unzipping my pants.

I can understand why women complain about pantyhose because, they are a major pain in the ass to get off. But once they are, well, it's a battle well worth the effort.

We end up laying on the couch, her lying on top of me as we continue to kiss and grind into one another. When she sits up briefly, I take advantage by reaching up to unclasp her bra, letting her breasts fall forward into my waiting palms.

"Mmmmm," she moans as I cup the flesh, flicking her nipples back and forth.

"Lean down, I want to kiss you here," I request as she lowers herself down eagerly.

If anyone ever asked me what the last thing I'd ever do in the White House, or specifically, the press secretary's office would be, I can assure you my answer would be make out with Donnatella Moss -- let alone listening to her make these adorable mewling sounds as I lick and suck her nipples to pointed little peaks.

In fact, when she starts working her way down my body, taking my boxers with her, I can truthfully change my answer to the last thing I'd ever get in the White House would be this -- what I think she's going to do to me next.

I sit up a bit so I can watch her kiss her way back up my legs. She gives me a sultry little grin before she put her hands on my thighs and looks down.

***
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance
Love won't hurt anymore,
It's an open smile on a friendly shore
***

Her face is hovering tantalizing close to my raging erection but she pauses, her forehead crinkling a bit. I'm about to feel a complex coming on when I remember our earlier conversation. Hell -- me and my unintended wit.

"Um, Donna," I start, trying to say this just right. "You know, if you were to um, go down on me or something, I wouldn't be freaked out by any larger implications that your action might signify."

She looks at me oddly but her lips are still mere inches from the head of my cock, which, just for the record, couldn't get any harder -- or bigger.

Encouraged, by the fact that she's not pulling back, I keep talking.

"I mean, um, I would more than likely be fully into reciprocating. So, you really shouldn't let our earlier discussion, um, necessarily stop you from continuing what I think you want to do to me, because, you know, I want you to do that to me too," I finish weakly.

"And you would be fully into reciprocating which?" She smirks, not letting her eyes wander from mine.

"Um, both. The, ah, act and the, ah, sentiment it would signify."

Huh. I'm not quite sure how well that came out.

"So, you're saying that..."

"I'd have no problem with going down on you too and acknowledging everything that it would mean. And, just as importantly if not more so given your present location, you shouldn't let anything stop you from..."

"Josh," she interrupts me after lifting her head up away from me a bit. "How can you take what should be a beautiful, sentimental moment between us and turn it into some male pig blow job thing?"

"Ahh, because I'm me?" I smile at her.

She shakes her head and chuckles, muttering something about how she "shouldn't be surprised..."

I'd start trying to explain some more but she's lowering her head back down. I think I'll just stop talking now -- after all, it seems to me I've learned a lesson or two about knowing when to shut the hell up.

Secret plan to get a hummer, anyone?

"Josh," she bats her eyelashes at me. Next her tongue slips out from between her lips and she slowly brings it down to circle the tip of my cock. Meanwhile her fingers start doing this amazing massaging thing to my balls and the skin between my thighs.

"Oh. God. Oh." My hands find her head and I twine my fingers through the silky strands of her hair.

"Joshua, I really, really..." she teases, trailing off before suddenly taking me fully in her mouth.

Oh.

I love you too, Donna.

I fight the urge to thrust, letting her control this -- letting her love me.

Unfortunately, after a minute or two it becomes pretty apparent that I'm gonna ejaculate love all over...

"Donna!"

She releases me and I can't help but give a little disappointed sigh.

"Um, I was gonna..." I start shyly.

"Oh. Well. That'd be okay," she says softly, with a shy little grin.

"Really?" I ask excitedly. Wait. No, not the first time. "No. No, I mean, yeah, but not now. I'd much rather be in you," I finish.

"Oh yeah?" She starts climbing up me on her hands and knees, working her way up my legs and my chest, until she's looming over me, mostly naked, smiling, and soft.

Oh god. Let's all hope I can actually get inside before I unload three years of Donna-fantasizes all over CJ's couch.

"Yeah," I confirm, trying to think about Toby in his underwear.

What? It works.

And before you ask, I know because we shared a room once during the campaign.

Perverts.

"You're on the pill?" I ask, before kissing her neck.

"Actually no. Close your eyes, Josh."

"What?" I ask, a bit confused.

"Close." Kiss. "Your." Kiss. "Eyes." Kiss.

"Why?"

She sighs. "Because I asked you to," she replies, without bothering to kiss my face for emphasis this time.

"Yeah, but why? I mean, what do you have down there?" I ask, suddenly a little bit intrigued, a bit little frightened.

"Oh Jesus, Josh," she stomps off me rolling her eyes and walks over to CJ's desk, giving me a delightful view of her panty-clad backside as she does.

"You can never, never, never say anything about this," Donna states in a very serious voice.

She then proceeds to pull a drawer open and draw out a whole bunch of condoms from CJ's magical birth control mart -- at least that's what I'm going to start calling her desk from now on.

"Whoa!" I exclaim before snickering, "this really is the love couch."

"Joshua..."

"Wait. How do you know about..."

"Carol told me. Well, I had a date before and just in case, I wanted to bring..."

"Okay, could we not reference stuff like that right now?" I request as she gets back on the couch.

'Fine, but you really can't say anything about this."

"Oh. But I really might have to...like, 'hey CJ, if your office is a rockin' we shouldn't come a knockin, huh?" I throw out before laughing uncontrollably.

"Okay, Josh. If you were to say something stupid like that, how would you explain knowing about these?" She asks, waving the condoms at me and then putting her hands on her hips.

"Sam told me," I reply reasonably.

"Okay, who told Sam?"

"Toby."

"And how would Toby know?" She asks.

"Oh, I think we all know how Toby would know," I smirk.

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes at me.

"You know, for someone who's in the middle of being all naked with his assistant, you're a little quick to imply things about other people's personal lives."

"Again because..."

"You're you, yes, I get it." She leans over smiling to give me a wet, open-mouthed kiss -- a kiss I'm assuming is part from desire and part to just shut me up.

S'okay. I'm not picky.

"Com'ere," I say, pulling her further down on the couch and straddling her.

"I want to be on top," she pouts. Adding, "it's easier for me to...you know, that way."

"Okay," I kiss her forehead. "But we're not doing that yet," I say, taking the condoms from her and tossing them down on the floor, within easy reaching distance.

"What are we doing now? Don't we need those?" She looks down in the direction of our birth control stash, as I get off her for a second so I can grab her hips, tugging her forward a bit.

"Well," I start, kissing her neck and working my way down to her breasts. "We will. But now, I have something I want to tell you."

"Oh?" She asks a little confused.

Wait for it...Wait for it...

Then adds, "Oh!"

She sighs happily, as I take a nipple in my mouth, twirling my tongue around the delicious little peak, as I start to work my way down her body.

***
It's LOVE! It's LOVE!
It's LOVE!
It's the Love Boat-ah!
It's the Love Boat-ah!
***

"Mmmmmm....Joshua," she moans as I run a trail of kisses from just under her right breast, down over to her belly button, to the edge of her panties. I settle on the floor between her legs, resting my hands on her knees.

Slowly, I massage her kneecaps for a few seconds before I swing her legs apart, which for some reason makes me think of swinging doors in an old Western saloon. They aren't swinging back or anything...which is good, because that would imply that I read this situation very wrong.

And, you know, if Donna had legs like swinging doors in an old Western saloon I'd be a little disturbed.

Okay, this is where I think I need to remind myself to start getting more than four hours of sleep per night.

I tug her further forward, so her ass is half off the couch and she's all open and accessible to me. Well, at least she will be soon.

I make little nibbles from one hip to the other, tracing the lacy boundary. Glancing down, I notice the wet spot between her legs, soaking the cotton center of her underwear. Exhaling a groan at the erotic effect this has on my already unbearably tight crotch, I lean in to rest my mouth against the area, breathing in her scent as I do.

I hear her whimper above me.

Time to dial it up.

I hook my index fingers under the elastic and start running my knuckles along the soft skin her hipbones.

"Oh, god, Josh, just pull them down already," she whines breathlessly.

"Don't rush me, Donna. Cunnilingus is an art form -- and I am an artist -- with a very distinctive style," I reply smugly, leaning in to kiss the area right above where her panties start.

She squirms a little and sighs heavily but doesn't say anything back.

I decide to reward Donna for her lack of a smart-ass comment by taking some of the material between my teeth, as I use my mouth and fingers to remove the last of her clothing.

Little kisses mark my way up her thigh until my mouth is centered over her sex, which she proceeds to push towards my face.

I have to laugh as I kiss her where she, evidently, is pretty eager to be kissed. Using my hands to cup her cheeks, I lift her into my face more. Her thighs are wrapped around my ears but I'm pretty sure I hear her moaning my name and panting in time to the little swirls I'm making against her.

Varying it a bit, I start licking wide, generous laps around her whole sex, circling in, making the perimeter smaller and smaller until I'm zeroed in completely on that little pea-sized nub again, flicking faster and faster into her clit.

It doesn't take long for her to start bucking wildly into me, coming against my tongue as I give her ass gentle squeezes.

"I think I'm gonna fall off the couch," she says weakly after a few seconds of recuperation.

"I've got you," I say, before trying to tug her off the cushions and into my lap.

"Josh!"

"No, it's okay. Just come down here. This is probably a better idea than CJ's couch anyway."

"Oh, yeah, good thinking," she says as she plops down into my lap.

"Hi," she says, by way of a greeting.

"Hi," I answer, kissing her nose.

"We should get you a couch for your office," she comments, reaching over to grab a condom.

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Not for sleeping tho," she rips the package open. "Just for fucking."

"Donna!"

She says words like that? I'm suddenly very curious as to what other things she does and says that I don't know about -- yet.

"What?"

"I don't know, I just thought maybe, you'd refer to it as making love or something."

"Oh yeah, we can do that too, I s'pose. But right now...I think we're gonna fuck," she teases, as she rolls the sheath down over my cock.

She gives me a look before adding, "That okay with you?"

"Ohhhhh. Okay. Let's fuck," I groan back, lifting her hips up and over me, rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit, then down to her opening.

She moans in response.

"I really want to fuck you, Donna," I whisper in her ear.

"What, are you waiting for?" She gasps, her face flushed with arousal.

I smile at her, rub a little more.

"Oh good god Josh, if you say permission to come aboard, I'm going to hit you," she laughs, as I release her hips and let her sink down onto me.

Oh god she's tight. And warm. And all wet. I'm actually thankful for having to use a condom because if I was feeling her without this barrier, well, let's just say we'd already be cleaning up.

"And no comments about the motion of the ocean either," she adds, as we both hold still for a second, getting use to the feel of being connected to each other.

I think this is something I'm going to want to get very, very used to.

"How about a remark about the big 'wave crashing into the rock' orgasm I'm going to be giving you?" I ask, thrusting up to meet her as she pushes down into me.

"You already gave me one of those."

"No, the next one. I'm generous like that."

She closes her eyes and bears down hard. "Josh, shut up. I'm trying to concentrate."

"On what?"

"On this. I need to concentrate or I can't..."

"You can't what? What are you concentrating on?"

"Joshua, we're clearly not fucking. We're playing twenty questions." She sighs and turns a little pink before answering my original question. "Coming...I need to kind of..."

"Okay, but I could just do this," I say, reaching down between us and fingering her clitoris as she gasps and clenches around me.

"Yeah. That's g-good. Ohhhh," she replies jaggedly, her cheek resting against my shoulder.

I have to wonder what kind of inconsiderate dumb-asses she's been with if she needs silence and concentration to complete the objective here. I mean, this isn't like a calculus test or anything.

She lifts her head up and we look at each other, our foreheads resting against one another. I know I'm smiling and pretty soon she is too and then we're kissing and I'm rubbing her with a little more pressure. She starts moaning my name over and over into my mouth as she climaxes again.

"Joshua?" She says it more purposefully this time and I pull back to regard her.

"Yeah?"

"It's time for your big 'wave crashing into the rock' orgasm," she replies, grinning wickedly.

"'Kay, I'm just gonna pick up the pace a little bit," I say, grabbing on to her hips. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah," she answers, letting me pull her down deeply, before sliding her all the way up and then back down as we groan in unison at the sensation, as she holds her muscles all tight and snug around me.

All it really takes is a few more quick, hard thrusts inside her body and I'm coming just as forcefully as she did.

***

"I've gotta.." I smile shyly as I pull out and grab the condom off and start to toss it in the...

Oh. Can't really throw it out in CJ's garbage, now can I? Hmmm...

"Wrap it in kleenex and toss it in the men's room," she suggests, figuring out my dilemma.

"Good idea."

"So," I start walking back over to her. "Should we hold on to these?"

"No, Josh," she gets up and grabs the unused condoms out of my hand. "I have to put these back -- she'll notice if they're gone."

"Maybe she'll just think she forgot she'd used them."

"She's just going to forget about the six times she had sex recently?" She asks, getting dressed.

"Huh. You know, I can't even remember the last six times I had sex," I say, suddenly feeling a little bit depressed.

"Me neither," she replies. "But tomorrow, I bet we'll both have a different answer to that question."

I stop buttoning my shirt to stare at her. "Tomorrow?" I squeak. "You have a lot of faith in me, because, well, I'm not sure..."

"Okay, day after tomorrow," she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

I consider this.

"Deal," I grin. Then add, "so before, when you had that date, you didn't..."

"No, Josh. I didn't."

"Good," I answering, grabbing her hand and pausing to stick my head out the door, looking for anyone who might be around.

Nothing. The coast is clear.

We start walking back to the bullpen.

"Josh?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have the..." she pauses, giving me a look that I think is supposed to mean something.

"The what?"

She sighs. "Kleenex?"

"Oh fuck," I drop her hand and run back to CJ's office, as I hear her laughing hysterically behind me.

***
Welcome aboard!
It's the Love Boat-ah!
***

Music fade out...

The End

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