**N.B. This was my first attempt at a West Wing fic, so be kind!!**
Hawaii. It was how he had always dreamed it would be. Soft summer twilight,
palm trees waving in the breeze, salty ocean waves rolling onto the beach, and Donna,
lying on the sand with her back turned to him, soaking up the last few rays before the sun
disappeared. Too bad he had to end it all now.
“Donna?”
“I know you’re there, Josh.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re a creep.”
Josh took a step back from her blanket. “Excuse me?”
She flipped over, showing off the front of her blue string bikini as she glared up at
him. “You heard me. You’re coming here to tell me my beach time is up and that you
need me for some incredibly mundane thing like laying out your tuxedo, something that
even your mother wouldn’t let you get away with, so I have to go back to the hotel, all of
which makes you a creep.”
“Note to self: never talk to Donna on a beach because she mutates into some
mysterious thing from the Black Lagoon.”
“Ha ha, very funny. This sure is some vacation you’ve given me, Josh. The
President finally makes a visit to Hawaii official enough to necessitate my presence and
you, O Wondrous Boss, give me a whole two hours off.”
Josh smiled and sat down on a corner of the beach towel, his dimples out in full
force. “Actually, Donnatella, I think it’s very nice of me to give you this time. Instead of
bringing you along to this island paradise, I could have sent you off with Hoynes to
Nunavit.”
“Where?”
“Nunavit. It’s a newish territory…in Northern Canada.”
Donna kicked him hard in the thigh.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?”
“Stop making fun of my country of origin! I might be an American again, but
that doesn’t mean I didn’t do a bit of research on illegal cross-checking into the boards
before I took that test.”
“I’m scared Donna, really.”
They paused, staring at each other. He couldn’t help but notice how her foot still
hadn’t left his thigh and how smooth it felt on his skin below his shorts. Don’t look, he
warned himself. Do not look. Too late. He broke eye contact to gaze slowly up her long
bare legs, up further, taking in all that alabaster skin…By the time he’d reached her face
again, Donna was blushing slightly and all his clothes felt too tight.
“This vacation sucks, Josh,” she breathed softly. “I wanted a romantic Hawaiian
getaway, not a two-hour break.”
He just kept staring at her, not trusting his voice too much right now, because he
was pretty sure it would be way too high-pitched.
“Josh? Are you listening to me? There isn’t even enough sunlight now for me to
get a tan!”
“You shouldn’t tan. You’d burn because your skin is so…” He caught her eye
before he could say anything about her being pale and tried to change his course. “Your,
um, your Da Vinci-esque beauty doesn’t go well with UV rays.”
She snorted. “Da Vinci-esque, Josh? Been drinking a few too many margaritas
with Sam back at the hotel?”
“You’re fired.”
“Impervious.”
“I bet you wouldn’t be so impervious to me if I rubbed lotion on your back.”
Donna’s eyes softened. “You’d rub lotion on me? Even though it would make
your hands all greasy and nasty and you hate doing it?”
“I’d do it for you.” He smiled, partly because he was kind of impressed at how
smooth he was just now, and partly because he really wanted to run his hands all over
Donna. He’d wanted to since he’d first seen her lying here. Hell, he’d wanted to since
the first time he’d seen her, period. And if he played his cards right, he just might—
“OK.”
“OK, what?”
“OK, you can put lotion on my back.” She flipped back over onto her stomach
and quickly reached behind to undo her top, baring her back to him.
“Um…Donna? Would now be a good time to tell you that I don’t have any lotion
with me?”
She looked at him over her shoulder and shrugged. “I don’t have any either Josh.
How about that?”
Don’t screw up. For the love of God, don’t screw this up, his mind screamed
silently. “Seeing as it’s dark and all,” he began, “how would you like a back massage
instead?”
“Anything that prolongs heading back to the hotel is fine with me.”
“Right. Ok. Great.” Josh moved around on the beach towel, repositioning
himself so that he was kind-of balanced over her upper thighs, and slowly let his hands
run over Donna’s smooth back. He started up at her neck, leaning over her, letting his
fingers soothe the tense muscles. She sighed contentedly and wriggled a bit, getting more
comfortable.
It was about the time he was working on her shoulder blades that she moved her
butt in a way that brushed up against him, and Josh realised there was a problem. He had
known that touching her would make him incredibly hard, he just hadn’t count on her
finding out.
Donna moved her ass again, smiling into the towel. “Well, well, well. What
do we have here?”
Josh reared back from her. “God, Donna, I’m sorry. It’s just that…well…you
see, when I…and you’re so…” He closed his eyes and sighed, desperately trying to stop
sounding like a complete idiot. “Man, if you didn’t think I was creep before, you really
must now.”
“Josh, look at me.”
He opened his eyes slightly to see Donna beneath him, turned over so that her pert
breasts were only mere inches from where his hands hung loosely at his sides. She was
smiling, her eyes bright.
“Josh, I don’t think you’re a creep. And even if you were, you’re my creep, so I
think that makes this ok.”
His hand slowly drifted up to cup one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between
two fingers so that her back arched at the sensation. He leaned down so that their lips
almost touched. “You can stop this, Donna, if you want.”
“Why would I want you to stop? I’ve been waiting for you to start this for years.”
“You’ve been waiting for me? Oh no, Miss Moss,” he smiled, “I’ve been waiting
for you.”
She ran her hands along his back, trying to get his shirt off. “You sure have a
funny way of showing it, going off with other women.”
He tweaked at her nipple, making her hiss, as he slowly kissed everywhere on her
face except her lips. “And what about you, dating Republicans?”
She traced the path of his scar under his shirt and followed it down to the buttons
of his shorts. “There was only one Republican,” she panted.
He moaned as her hand burrowed under the shorts to find his cock. She felt so
good, but he had to ask. “Is he…Donna, look at me. Are you with Cliff now? I mean, I
know you’re not with him at this second, but, you know what I mean.”
She touched his face with one hand, memorizing it. “Are you still dating Amy?”
They just looked at each other, frozen in time, as each of them tried to find the
best answer.
“Gather ye rosebuds, Josh.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
They both smiled, then he leaned down, closing whatever gap had been left
between them. Her lips were soft and tasted like honey. He knew that this one taste
would mean he could never get enough of her. Donna pulled him down against her body
as their tongues jousted madly, each seeking to possess the other. Her hands drifted
everywhere along him and his shorts were off before he knew it. She cupped him briefly
before licking her palm and then stroking his hard length.
“God, Donna!”
Her sexy laugh sounded softly in his ear. He wanted to hear it again, but more
than that, he wanted to hear her moan and cry out beneath him. Josh dipped his fingers
below her bikini bottom, nearly moaning himself when he discovered how wet she was
already. Donna smiled shyly. “I was thinking about you before, doing this.”
“Really?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He smiled, dimples flashing. “I like that.”
“Josh?”
“Yup?”
“Could you get back to that thing you were just doing?”
“Oh, most definitely.”
His fingers teased her swollen clit as her hips rocked into his hand. He traced
ever tighter circles against her, flicking her sex until she began to shudder.
“Joshua! Oh
my god!”
While she was still caught in her own release he eased her bottoms down,
desperate to be in her. He touched her face as the last waves of her pleasure subsided.
“Now?” he asked softly.
“Oh, most definitely.”
He was tempted to chide her about mocking him at a time like this, but then he
was sinking into her, and she was so tight and hot, and he knew this couldn’t ever last as
long as he wanted. Her legs locked around him, changing the angle so he went deeper.
His thrusts matched the rhythm of the tide beside them at first, and then he moved faster,
her hips rising to meet him at every stroke.
Josh could feel the climax building within him and reached between them to find
her clit again, wanting her to be flung over the edge as well. When she came again she
was silent except for the rippling contractions around his cock that finally sent him
beyond all control. This was Donna, his Donnatella, and nothing else could ever
compare. The orgasm ripped through him and he cried out in absolute bliss.
He woke up suddenly, his heart racing. The room was dark and the sheets were
tangled about his legs, trapping him to the bed. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t smell
Donna’s hair anymore. He bolted upright, trying to place where he was, what was
happening.
“Honey? Are you all right?” Amy’s voice sounded hollow in his ear. Her hands
were cold on his sweat-soaked skin, but not soothing in the least. “Josh, honey, you with
me here?”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Sorry, I’m fine.”
Amy moved closer, winding her arms and legs around him. A breeze blew in
from the open window. He could hear the dull roar of the waves on the beach nearby,
smelled some kind of floral scent in the air, and Amy lay next to him, naked. It should
have been perfect. It wasn’t.
He climbed out of the bed, leaving his lover bereft. “I’m sorry,” he stammered,
“sorry…it’s just…I don’t know…”
“Sure, J. Whatever.”
Amy flounced back down on the rumpled sheets, huffing to herself. Josh made
his way to the bathroom and shut the door. Splashing water on his face once would have
helped, but not now. It wasn’t nearly enough to break this spell he seemed to be caught
up in. He couldn’t get rid of this feeling inside and every night it grew stronger. Talk
about screwing up a Tahitian vacation without even trying.
Donna. He couldn’t get Donna out of his head, or out of his dreams. When he
closed his eyes he could still feel her under him, around him. It didn’t make any sense.
Donna had left him months ago. No, make that she left the office months ago, just after
Bartlet had won his second term. He didn’t even know where she was anymore. There
had been some talk about moving to Madison or going back to school, but he’d been so
angry he’d shut her out, and she’d been so proud that only now, when he was alone and
desperate for her, did he understand how much he had hurt her. He didn’t know where
she was, what her life was like. He didn’t know anything about her anymore.
But her knew this. He knew, after all this time, he would give anything to be in a
different tropical paradise, on some dream vacation, with a completely different woman.
FIN
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