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It was nearly three in the morning. Josh awoke to find himself alone in his bed.
He sat up quickly, panicking as he searched the room for any sign of Donna. She
wouldn’t have just up and left him—not after everything that had happened since she
turned up on his doorstep long before midnight.
The gentle buzz of the television in the living room allayed his fears.
“Donna? What are you doing out here?” He crossed through his kitchen wearing
hastily put on boxers and settled beside her on the leather couch.
“I was too happy to sleep,” she said, breaking away from the television to smile at
him. “There’s usually a good movie on Bravo at this time of night.”
“Yeah, I remember you watching them two years ago when you stayed over.”
She didn’t respond verbally to his memory of when she had taken care of him
after the shooting; rather, she leaned in against him, taking strength from his strong body
and spirit.
“So,” he asked lazily, running his hands over her skin underneath one of his
ancient plaid shirts, “what’s on tonight?”
Donna turned up the volume and rolled her eyes as a picture of Anne Baxter
gliding through a throne room as Princess of Egypt played on the small screen.
“It’s 'The Ten Commandments',” she answered. “I just don’t get it. Why are they
showing The Ten Commandments when we’re only a few weeks away from
Thanksgiving? It’s not the right time of year.”
Josh chuckled at her feigned outrage. “Um, Donna? Well, first of all, the t.v.
doesn’t care about the time frame when it airs a movie in the middle of the night.
Secondly, why on earth does it matter?”
“Because. My point is that any Charlton Heston movie is more appropriate for
Easter.”
“Even 'Planet of the Apes'?”
For that he got a pillow smack to the face.
He sighed theatrically and reached for the remote. “Do you want me to change
the channel?”
“No, I wanna watch it.”
Josh rolled his eyes. “You’re really confusing, you know that, right?”
Donna batted her eyes at him and assumed her most innocent pose, purring “They
tell me it makes me cute.”
His eyes ignited in response. “I think it’s kinda sexy,” he whispered. He was
totally undressing her with his eyes and they both knew it.
“Only kinda?”
Josh realised he’d just walked into a trap when Donna pounced and began
pinching him—and considering he was only wearing boxer shorts, it was far from a fair
fight.
“All right, all right!” he squeaked in surrender. “You’re EXTREMELY sexy.
Figuring out your mysterious mind turns me on.”
“And how!” Donna muttered moments before stealing his breath away with a
mind-blowing kiss. Time passed as they deliciously indulged in an old fashioned round
of making out on the couch.
Just when Josh was thinking it was high time to take it back to the bedroom, he
lost her attention.
“Oooo!” she squealed, “this is one of my favourite parts.”
He forced himself to focus on the television screen, rather than that tantalising bit
of Donna’s collarbone that he’d been aching to taste. He sighed most melo-dramatically,
as his eyes focused in on the actor John Derek painfully faking the work of a stone-carver
on a fake Egyptian wall.
“Donna, you can’t be serious!”
“Just listen!” she hushed.
The living room bathed itself in the glow of late-night movies as the twosome
silently listened to Miriam the Water-Girl gush as the Old Testament’s Joshua repelled
down to drink from her jug and make moon-eyes at his Hebrew-slave girlfriend.
As soon as Miriam quietly breathed the word, “Joshua,” Josh Lyman could notice
a sudden difference in his girlfriend’s attention. Donna’s eyes veritably sparkled as she
watched the unfolding scene, revelling in the star-crossed romance of ancient Biblical
characters—or, more to the point, stagy actors from the 1950s.
Never one to not take advantage of a willing situation, Josh launched into his own
deduction analysis.
“You’re all hot and bothered because you’ve always known that I have the sexiest
name in existence.”
Donna sighed, thoroughly enjoying the romance but also determined to refuse to
give in to her lover’s obvious gloating. “You know, one of my girlfriends in college
thought that the sexiest male name was Sean.”
Josh snorted in response.
“And another one was absolutely convinced that the name Matt had the most
going for it.”
“Nah,” Josh replied, “not possible. See the way that Miriam is looking at Joshua?
It’s totally because she likes to shout his name whenever the mood strikes her.”
Donna paused for a beat, not wanting him to win that easily.
“Funny,” she said, “I know someone who likes to do that too.”
The clasp of his arms around her eager body tightened, sending them both into
dizzying spirals of desire before either could speak.
“If you say Toby right now,” Josh threatened in a whisper, “I’ll have to punish
you.”
“No…it’s not Toby.” Donna’s coy answer aroused him further, causing his arms
to run along the smooth exposed skin of her forearms at a quick pace, awakening sleeping
nerves in every part of her body.
“Let me see if I can find out for myself.”
That was all the warning Donna had before Josh pushed her back against the
cushions, his body flush against hers, kissing and tickling, pinching and worshipping any
part of her glorious body that he could reach.
As the story of Moses continued to unfold on the screen the lovers raced for
completion, completely oblivious to the world around them.
Donna’s mouth searched out Josh’s kiss, needing to feel his tongue playing and
jousting with her own. As he began a meticulous search of the sweet, sultry cavern
beyond her lips, she felt her arousal pool between her legs, her hips already rubbing up
against his ever-increasing erection.
It was no trouble to lift the hem of his plaid shirt that she wore—in a way that was
more sexy than he ever could have dreamed—and cautiously tantalise the folds of her
sex, seeking the warm wetness of her excitement.
Donna could no longer hear or see, only feel and touch for herself as this
wonderful, amazing man she had wanted for so long and never thought to have for herself
rubbed his hardness against her pelvic bone and wove his fingers through the blond
strands of her untamed hair.
In a bold move that made them both groan with lustful gratification, she shoved
his flannel boxers down past his thighs, desperate to feel his rigid cock against the downy
curls pointing the way to her sex.
But before he allowed himself to become sheathed in her tight haven, Josh pushed
her away from him slightly, so that he could lower his mouth between her thighs and
pleasure her with his skilful, knowing touch.
Almost immediately, Donna began to push up to meet his uninhibited kiss. They
quickly established a rhythm that left them both sighing with pleasure; Josh began to hum
as her tangy-sweetness flooded into his mouth.
When she came they were both surprised at the suddenness of her contracting
muscles and Donna reared up as the sensations overcame her, unable to count the stars
that infinitely burst behind her eyelids.
Desperate to feel her clenching contractions for himself, Josh thrust his cock deep
within her hot, wet passage, revelling at the exquisite torture she put him through, as one
thrust could never be enough to reach the goal of ultimate completion.
His name became her holy litany, a chant repeated that drove him to climax again
and again deep within her body.
Just as the movie in the background rang with the name of the Old Testament
hero, so Donna screamed the name of her lover loudly and in the height of passion.
“Joshua! Josh…Josh…Josh…God, Josh…yes…yes…god…JOSHUA!!!!”
The world submerged beneath their cries as soul met soul and the smack of flesh
on flesh resounded in the room, driving each to higher heights than ever felt before.
When, at last, they both drifted down from the paradise of orgasmic bliss, Josh
held Donna in his arms, never wanting to let her go. As the cool air of his apartment
touched their sweaty skin, he pulled a knitted afghan over their nakedness and arranged
their bodies so that she could nestle in his arms. More than anything else at that moment,
he hoped she would fall asleep in that position, her tired satisfaction telling him
undoubtedly that she was his as much as he was forever hers.
For innumerable minutes they watched the film together, hardly focusing on the
dialogue or plot, but not quite brave enough to look each other in the face—not wanting
to be the first bashfully to look away.
“So,” he said at last, “I guess I win.”
“Win what?”
“Joshua is undoubtedly the sexiest name in existence.”
For a second, Donna wanted to spar with him and make him second-guess
himself; but the feel of his naked body surrounding hers made his comment the textbook
truth.
She lovingly nuzzled her head in the crook of his shoulder before replying.
“You might be right,” she said in a low, sultry voice. “And I think that makes me
a very happy camper.”
All he could do in response was laugh, and pull her closer against him.
And for the first of many times, it was more than enough.
FIN