Rating: NC-17
Archive: Sure, but let me know.
Summary: Josh, Donna, a fast food restroom, and wet pants..
Spoilers: Anything thru 100,000 Airplanes is fair game.
Disclaimers: This, if nothing else, proves they aren't mine.
Date: 1/22/02
Notes: Written for the January, State of the Union, Trapped! Challenge.
Thanks: Pix and Kim for comments.
"Donna!" He's holding his pants up in front of him, as she opens the door enough to slip inside the small bathroom, shutting and locking it behind her.
"What?"
"I'm kinda, ah, disrobed here."
"I've seen you in boxers before."
"When?"
"Well, besides almost every time you've shown up drunk at my place, there was that time during the campaign when..."
"Oh yeah," he shakes his head and cuts her off before she can recount that instance -- because really, it still embarrasses him a bit. "That doesn't matter. You shouldn't be in here with me."
"It coming out?" She asks with a look towards the huge diet coke stain on the front of his pants, which, obviously answers her question. "I guess not. Try rinsing it out."
"Yeah, you think? I was, but then this crazy girl barged in to check out my underwear."
She snorts in amusement. "I'm just checking on *you* to make sure you do this right. I can assure you I'm not checking your underwear out. Besides, why didn't you lock the door if you're so concerned about that?"
He ignores her question and moves on to the bigger issue.
"Okay, right. Because then you wouldn't have just sneaked that glance at my ass in the mirror behind me then -- if you weren't checking me out, huh?"
"You saw that?" She grins, grabbing the pants from him. "Give me those. We need to rinse them before the coke dries and stains. Seriously, Josh, you're such a klutz sometimes."
"Okay, but I'm still on the record as saying this is inappropriate. What if I just barged into a bathroom while you had your pants off? I can guarantee you that would be a thing and here you are, clearly taking advantage of the situation so you can ogle the cutest butt in politics."
She makes an elaborate show of looking around the small room. "Sam's in here?" She asks, enjoying his reaction.
"Very funny. You know, this is typical -- women are all for equality but then in situations like this, it's okay for you to barge in on me because you're a woman. But if I did it to you..."
"Is this some stupid scheme to try to get me to take my pants off?" She asks, looking at him in the mirror as she holds his pants under a steady stream of cold water.
"Ah. Well, it is now," he smirks.
She raises an eyebrow at him and rests the wet material on the side of the sink, unbuttons and then unzips her pants, letting them fall to the ground in a puddle by her feet. She steps out of them and kicks them slightly to the side.
"Happy Josh?"
"Okay, what the hell just happened?" He asks, letting his eyes wander down a bit, resting on the satiny pair of off-white panties peeking out from beneath the hem of her t-shirt, then moving down the soft curves of the backs of her thighs.
"And don't think I don't see you checking out my ass," she says, wringing his pants out over the sink as he tries to get his eyes back up quickly to meet hers in the mirror.
"Just trying to be fair here."
"Yeah, you're all about the fairness, aren't you?"
"I am," he assures her. "So, I just got you to take off your pants. I mean, without even really trying or anything. I am so da man," he pauses, giving her a look. "Okay, you just snorted there, Donna."
"Josh, you are so not 'da man'. Really. I took my pants off to shut you up before you went on and on about how this was unfair. It really had nothing to do with these killer lady skills you think you have. In fact, your short-lived, yet very annoying tryst with Amy Gardner only proves that point. Two weeks and all she did was hit you about the face and head. I mean, did you ever even get any..."
"Hey! Hey! None of your business there, no-pants girl."
"Fine."
"Fine," he mimics, before the wet pants land on his face a few seconds later. "Hey!"
"I think I got the stain out."
"Okay, but they're all wet now," he comments, holding the pants out in front of him, flicking them a few times.
"But clean," she points out.
"Yeah, but it's not like I can put them back on like this. It'll look funny. And be all cold."
She shrugs and goes to grab her own discarded pants from the floor.
"Hold on there. You can't wear pants if I can't."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You have to stay in here now and hang out with me until my pants dry enough to put back on."
"No I don't," she laughs, looking at her pants and then him.
"Donna!"
"Josh!"
He gives her a look, which she returns until he closes up the distance between him and her pants, snapping them up off the floor before she can.
"A ha!"
"Josh, give me my pants."
"No."
"I can't believe this. I came in here to help you and now you're stealing my clothes."
"Yeah."
"And these are your smooth moves?"
"Well," he pauses to consider this. "Yeah."
"You know what I'm thinking?" She asks.
"What?"
"That you were paying Amy Gardner for about a week and a half to be your girlfriend because there's no way you got two weeks acting like this."
"Believe me when I tell you that once the pants came off -- she was paying me."
* * *
"So, would you have made Amy wait in a Burger King bathroom with you, without her pants?" Donna asks, arms folded across her chest, as they both lean, pant-less, against the small counter in the ten foot by ten foot room.
Josh holds their removed clothing in his hands, guarding everything in case she tries anything sneaky and cute.
"If this had happened with her, she probably wouldn't have barged in to check on me."
Donna looks at him and he continues, prompted by her inquiring stare.
"I'm guessing she would have taken the car and left me here and I would have called you to come get me."
"Oh, Josh. That's really kind of...sad."
He shrugs.
"Why do you..." she trails off before finishing her thought.
"What?" He turns towards her.
"I just, I mean, why do you get infatuated with these women who..."
"Don't appreciate the wonder that is me?" Josh finishes, grinning.
"Well. Um, yeah, I guess. Although, I was going to word that differently."
"I get...ensorcelled."
"Ensorcelled?
He shrugs again. "It's a word."
"I know," she sighs. "If you had asked Joey Lucas out this never would have happened. Joey's nice. Of course, now she thinks you're a controlling, shouting, insensitive ass but, you know, before she knew that, you should have..."
"Donna?"
"Yeah?"
"Joey lives in California."
"Yeah?"
"So, how was I supposed to date her?"
Now Donna shrugs, not looking at him.
"And Amy lives here -- yet not once did you encourage me to ask her out. In fact, I'd say you did much to discourage..."
"Because I knew she'd just leave you at a Burger King with wet pants," she responds, biting her tongue before commenting that Amy can be a controlling, shouting, insensitive ass too and how they no doubt brought out each other's absolute worst qualities.
"You wanna polish that crystal ball and clue me in to the primaries?"
"Josh..."
"Yeah?"
She's leaning in briefly, moving closer, then pulls back, looking down at the wadded up material in his lap.
"They're never going to dry if you ball them up like that."
"Huh? Oh, yeah." He shakes both pairs out and lays them over the edge of the counter to his side. "Can I trust you not to try and take your pants?"
"Well, considering mine are all wet now too, it seems were both trapped in here for a little while."
* * *
"So, where should I find a woman who doesn't know I'm a...what was that again? Oh yeah, a controlling, shouting, insensitive ass?"
"Well, I think your best bet is to probably find a woman that doesn't mind so much," she suggests, grinning slightly.
"Where should I look for her?" He questions back, smiling too now.
"Josh..."
"Yeah?"
"Are you...I mean, it's one thing to flirt and tease wearing clothes but when there aren't pants involved...it's different."
"Different good?"
"Different-different."
"Should we put our pants back on?"
"Are they dry yet?" She asks while he checks.
"Nope."
"Guess not then."
They stand in silence for a few seconds.
"Are you cold?"
"Not really. Why?"
"You just shivered," he says, moving a bit closer so that their hips are touching.
"Oh. Yeah, maybe I'm cold then."
"Okay."
"I don't mind so much," she says suddenly.
"Excuse me?"
"You know. About your ass-ness. I'm kind of used to it even."
It's quiet for a second before he exclaims, "God, are you bad at this."
"What?"
"That's your line? That you don't mind that I'm an ass? Seriously Donna, not very smooth."
"I'm sorry, should I have given you a 'because you don't know anyone' coffee mug?" She throws back.
"I'm just saying, it's not like you got me to take my pants off. And yet, I got you to hang out with me in a strange bathroom, in your panties. Panties, I might add, that I can sort of see-through. If I squint. And use my imagination a bit to fill in the..."
"Hey Josh?" She interrupts.
"Yeah?"
"Who bumped into you making you spill diet coke on your pants in the first place?"
He snorts. "So you masterminded this whole thing?"
"Maybe I did."
"So, did you plan this then?" He asks, turning suddenly and capturing her lips with his.
* * *
He ends up between her thighs, his hands on her hips, while his tongue meets hers halfway. Josh wonders briefly how sturdy the counter might be before he pulls away to gauge the situation at hand.
"Well, that was smooth," Donna comments.
"Yeah," he agrees, beaming at her, rubbing his fingers against the cotton of her t-shirt, before lifting that up slightly and skimming the skin of her hipbones.
"Oh my," she says, looking down.
"What? Ah..." he tries to bring his hands to the front of his boxers, to push the head of his erection back into the slit before she can notice.
Which, of course, is something she's already done, since she was the one who pointed it out. Sometimes his brain is a little slow when the blood is so obviously somewhere else.
She grabs his hands before he can try and hide it.
"I'm not being very smooth," he comments shyly.
She grins wickedly and uses one hand touch the tip. "Actually, it is, Josh. Very smooth here."
"Oh god," he closes his eyes and leans into her a bit as she caresses him, letting him push against the satiny surface of her underwear.
"Kiss me," she requests and he leans in to do so, swirling his tongue with hers, whimpering as she continues to touch him.
"I can't...Donna, you need to stop..."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to..."
"Okay. That's kinda sexy. Making you come."
He moans as she holds her hand still over him, while he tries to compose himself.
"Giving me a hand job in a Burger King bathroom is sexy?" He manages to ask a few seconds later.
"Isn't it?"
"Huh. Okay, yeah," he pants. "Actually it sort of is. Plus, I don't have any...protection...for anything else. And well, I don't want to...do more with you in a fast food restaurant," he pauses. "Well, not the first time."
"Me either," she replies, thinking how sweet that is, before experimentally running her thumb over the tip. He shudders against her and buries his head down into the crook of her neck.
"Oh God, f-faster," he begs.
"Like this?"
She speeds up the rhythm, circling the head every so often, loving the way he responds with soft moans and kisses against her t-shirt. When his hips start to buck, he moves his head up, locking eyes with her briefly and coming hard with a muffled cry against her mouth.
* * *
"So, I'm thinking we didn't think that through as much as we should have," he throws out, looking down at her messy shirt.
"Yeah, perhaps," she grins.
"Although, this is where I could say that it was all part of my master plan," Josh says, starting to pull her t-shirt up.
"What are you doing?"
"We need to wash this out. You know, before it stains."
He walks over to the sink and runs her shirt under the water for a few seconds, wringing it out afterwards. When he turns around, he can't help but let his eyes wander across her breasts, taking in the way her nipples are clearly visible under her bra. He tosses her shirt over by their pants and wonders if she's as pink there as he always thought she would be.
"So, wanna know what's even sexier than you doing that to me?"
"What?"
"Me pulling your underwear down and touching you until you can't stop moaning," he says softly, eyes back on hers, not breaking the gaze -- and even he has to wonder how that came out sounding so *hot*.
He just doesn't get how the verbal seduction comes out so easily with Donna, when with Amy he had such a hard time stringing together coherent words, let alone saying anything that seemed to turn her on.
The couple of times they had gone to bed together she had just kept telling him to stop talking. He had found the "Stop talking. You're still talking to me," thing a little disconcerting in the sack, actually.
"Okay," Donna replies to his comment faintly, and he thinks she's gripping the counter a bit tighter than she was earlier.
He closes up the few steps between them and places a palm against the front of her underwear, slowly moving it down until his fingers start to rub the area between her thighs. He smiles when he feels the dampness and leans in to brush his lips against her jaw line.
"I thought you were gonna pull..."
"I am," he promises. Kissing down around her neck, Josh leans down to lick her nipple through the fabric of her bra. When he sucks the peak gently, he feels her knees give a little and he holds onto her tighter.
An "ohhh," escapes her lips while her pelvis pushes forward, rubbing harder against his hand. He bites down gently with his teeth, just a bit, and then licks and swirls the erect peak until her rocking speeds up and she feels even wetter.
"Now I'm gonna pull them down."
"Now I'm gonna pull this up," she says, pushing her bra over her breasts, wanting to feel his mouth on her without anything in the way.
He wastes no time in nuzzling against her bare chest, continuing to lick and play with the hardened peaks, before he remembers all the other areas he was going to lavish with attention.
Josh thinks she makes a squeaking noise as he slides her underwear down her hips with warm, eager hands.
"Is this okay?"
"Oh god, yeah."
He smiles. "Actually, I meant the talking."
"You mean during..."
"Yeah," he answers, running a finger along slick skin, delving gently between the folds. "Talking during the touching."
"Uh-huh. It's sexy," she whispers back, her eyes widening a bit when he pushes a finger inside.
"It's very sexy," Josh agrees, watching her intently.
"I love your voice. It's all low and soft now," she comments shutting her eyes when he slides his finger out and up, circling her clit.
"It's because you're so hot like this. Letting me touch you."
"Are you en...ahhhh...sorcelled by me?"
He nods and kisses her, as he rubs over the wet rise of her clit with his thumb, entering her slowly with two fingers -- looking forward to entering her with something else in the foreseeable future.
"Oh god, Josh, please..." she trails off, hips rocking into his hand.
"I want to make you come so much."
"You are," she manages, before the spasms start and her eyes slam shut. She tries to be quiet but ends up crying out into his shoulder.
* * *
There's a pounding on the door and they both jump.
"Everything okay in there?"
"Yeah," they both answer at the same time and then give each other looks.
"Why did you answer too?" She whispers heatedly.
"Because I was the one who came in here first," he whispers back and they both start laughing, realizing the double meaning of that statement.
He recovers first and yells, "I'm just cleaning up some coke I spilled on my pants. Be out in a second. Everything's fine," he assures whoever's waiting on the other side of the door.
Josh tosses Donna's clothes at her and they both dress quickly, trying to make themselves presentable and innocent looking.
"It really smells like sex in here. They're gonna know we..." she starts as Josh gets a panicked look on his face and flushes the toilet.
Her eyes grow wide and she stares at him.
"Josh! Why did you..."
"So they wouldn't know we..."
"So now, people just think we went to the bathroom together?" She says, batting him on the arm.
"Okay, okay, I panicked. Leave me alone."
"You are so incredibly bad at this. Very un-smooth, Josh."
"That's not what you said a few minutes ago."
"Well," she smiles. "You're bad at the set-up. Your follow-through is quite good though."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she confirms, kissing him quickly.
"Will there be follow-through on the follow-through?"
"Definitely," she assures him, grabbing his hand and opening the door.
"I'm totally da man."
"I'm ensorcellating," she states, as they walk past the confused looking Burger King employee.
"You really are," Josh agrees, even though he's pretty sure that isn't a real word -- but it certainly fits what Donna is, he thinks, as he is completely, without-a-doubt, ensorcelled by her.
And even importantly, he concludes, is that he's pretty sure that neither of them would ever leave the other anywhere with wet pants and no ride home.
* * *
The End.
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