Saturday, 5:14pm
Dear Donna,
Just to set the record straight, I didn't jump through hoops for Aisling. *You* were the one driving me nuts and making me feel I had to do...something. You made me crazy on all kinds of levels and...I bolted. I let you down. Sorry.
I was pretty angry then, too, though. I mean, what was with all that Pastor Matt crap? I think a lot of it was residual hostility, too. If you don't like any of the women I used to date, then you can just imagine how your gomers of any and all variety made me into a raving lunatic. CJ can attest to just how berserk I get, especially when you're not there for me to see everyday. But I guess you've seen through the attempts at sabotage for a while now, huh?
I'm sorry I hurt you. It's one of the last things I ever want to do, and then I go and make a habit of it.
So, we start over?
Hi, I'm Josh Lyman. You've got a killer body.
Is it really that simple?
And when do I get to see you? I need to see your face when you're professing your undying love for me -- which, I'm glad to see, you do quite often. Does that mean I can start describing which of your parts I like best too?
And we need to discuss your leg. Just how long are you out of commission... how mobile are you right now? Not that I had anything nefarious in mind with that comment -- unless, you know, you want to...? (Imagine the look on my face right now.)
I love you. I need you. I desperately, desperately want you. And now you've turned me into a woman. Great.
- Josh
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Saturday 11:22pm
Josh,
If you're going to use some sort of come-on line to get me, you're going to have to do better than "you have a killer body." Seriously, it's amazing you've ever had sex before, using lines like that.
I like your last line though. Just tell me that you love me, want me, and need me and I'll be yours forever.
My leg... well, I wasn't kidding about the therapy. The specialist thinks it's going to be at least another two months before I can start to resume my former lifestyle. And even then, my leg may not be 100%. For now, I'm still using the wheelchair, but they've already told me they want me to start using crutches and a walker as soon as I can put *any* weight on that limb. God, I hope that's soon. I'm tired of running into walls.
(Shut up, Joshua! I'd like to see how *you* would manage this thing!)
You want to know what else I like? I like your hair. But not when it's so short. I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to run my fingers through it. Of course, I've wanted to run my fingers along certain other parts of you too...
Oh no! I just realized... I have to write a few other emails right now. More soon.
Love,
D
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Saturday 11:41pm
CJ,
How many strings can you pull to get me admitted to GW University for the fall semester?
Thanks,
Donna
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Saturday 11:45pm
Casey,
Is the offer to work for your company still open? I'll be in Wisconsin for a while yet, but it seems this type of work is something I might be able to do long distance.
I'm not sure I'll be able to devote my attention to it full-time, but a weekly column might be just enough to keep me in highlighters and index cards for a while.
Thanks! I look forward to hearing from you.
-Donna
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Sunday 6:30 am
I'm sorry, Donna, it's just too damn early for a Sunday morning. Would you confirm that you mean GW, as in The George Washington University in Washington DC, and not UW, the University of Wisconsin, located between the heifer and the butter churn on I-94?
CJ
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Sunday, 9:04am
Donna,
You'd better make sure your parents aren't reading over your shoulder. In fact, get them out of the room.
Having gone through many drafts of this email, I've decided that honesty is the best policy.
When I woke up this morning, I wanted to be inside you.
I could have sworn that you'd been with me all night and that you were naked in my arms around 5am. I could smell your hair on my pillow. Then I knew it was a dream and I wanted to fall right back asleep so I could just stay there, instead of waking up to an empty apartment.
So you like my ass, huh? Funny, I saw you more as a 'shoulders' kind of woman. But I'm not going to begrudge you any ogling of my posterior. I always knew you liked me in jeans...if I'd known how much, I would have introduced a new dress code at the office a LONG time ago.
When I next get you alone, I don't care about casts or crutches or any of it. If I have to, I'll carry you everywhere -- especially back to my room. Walking on your part won't be necessary. However, if you feel the need to moan or pant or make little squeaking noises, you can go right ahead.
First I'm going to sit you down on the bed and kiss the bejesus out of you. You think you know something about kissing? You have no idea. I am the master -- the pro -- the philosopher king of kissing. You won't know what hit you, I promise.
After you start sighing and pulling me down on top of you, I'm going to take off your shirt and just stare at your breasts -- God knows I've wanted to do that for way too long. Then I'll unhook your bra and take them in my hands. No doubt you'll feel like thrusting them forward a bit, which is fine, because then I'll take them in my mouth, one at a time, until you start thrashing and rocking against me. You'll get hard in my mouth and I'll just play with you until you think you're going to go mad. This will be revenge for the state you have me in right now.
Then I'm going to pull off whatever you've got covering your legs and start kissing your toes. Once your leg is all better, I'll do both sides, but for now I'll just rely on you to tell me where I should focus. I already claim the backs of your knees as my own private spot. Your thighs will be next. I'm going to touch every inch, first with my hands and then with my mouth.
After that, we'll see where I decide to go next.
Finally, supposing that I've done everything right so far, and figuring you might just be willing for something more and not finding me too gauche and inexperienced...well...let me just say that my apartment is fairly soundproof, should the need for screaming or crying out arise.
Maybe by then you'll be willing to admit that I just *might* have had sex before and know how to bring on the woo.
Go say goodbye to Sam now and try not to blush while you're doing it. Because I know you'll be thinking about me.
You're amazing. I am so full of love for you.
- Josh
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Sunday 10:30 am
Donna,
Of course the offer is still open. But what happened to all the conflict-of-interest-serve-at-the-pleasure stuff?
Look, while you're in Wisconsin, I can't give you a regular assignment. You need to be here, looking and listening and occasionally shmoozing the Beltway. We've outlasted other dot-coms because we are offering the entire country inside information that wouldn't otherwise be available outside DC.
Having said that, I do have a couple of extremely young staffers who turn out good but unpolished work. While you're in Wisconsin, why don't I throw you their op-eds for edit and comment? Their information, your positioning. You'll work freelance editing until you get back here.
Then I'm going to ask you for more than a weekly column, Donna. I still want you as issues director. And I reserve the right to throw money at you to get my way.
Casey
PS: If you're back on campus, say hi to Dr. Downs for me.
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Sunday 12:23pm
CJ,
I most certainly do mean George Washington University of Washington, DC. The deadline for fall admission was in June. I suppose I could start in January, but I'd really rather start as soon as possible.
Oh, did I mention that I'm coming home? By September if the doctors give the go ahead.
Josh and I… well, we're still working it out, but things look hopeful. Very hopeful.
Love,
Donna
ps. You never did tell me about you and Toby.
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Sunday 1:21pm
Josh,
Sam is gone. I said goodbye to him a couple of hours ago and by now he's probably somewhere over Lake Michigan. He says you should clear your schedule for tomorrow night so that the two of you can go out and do manly things. I think he just wants all the details of what's been going on with the two of us and he's too much of a gentleman to ask me directly.
It isn't fair of you to torture me like that, Josh. Especially when I won't be able to see you for a while. But perhaps I can repay you in kind? I never did tell you what I bought yesterday on my shopping spree.
It's a deep, rich blue that highlights my eyes. And silky. And it's long, long enough to cover my legs. But there's this slit… it runs all the way up to my hip, Joshua. And I don't plan on wearing anything underneath.
Are you intrigued yet?
And when I get you in that bedroom… You think you'll be man enough to make me squeak? I have no doubts. But I'm going to make you beg, Josh. I'm going to watch you undress – and stare at those muscular arms and shoulders – and then I'm going to kiss you. A long, deep kiss that feels like it lasts forever.
And when you feel like you can't take anymore, I'm going to work my way down your chest. Did I mention how much I like your chest? I'm going to caress every inch of your hard muscular chest, then kiss your skin, paying particular attention to your nipples. And then maybe I'll go lower.
How much lower do you want me to go, Josh?
My hair will brush against your thighs as my tongue traces a line from your navel down to your groin. And then I'm going to take you into my mouth. Can you imagine how that's going to feel, as my lips slide up and down your flesh?
I bet you're panting right now, just imagining how good it's going to feel.
And when you're inside me? It will be a hundred times better.
I'm going to be counting the days until I can come back to DC. Until I can come back to you…
I need you Josh and I don't want to wait any longer than absolutely necessary. It's killing me not to see your smile or feel your touch.
I love you and I miss you.
-Donnatella
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Sunday, 6:07pm
Donna,
Okay, I've taken two cold showers today and I think I'm heading for my third. But I had to write first and just...you know...see if you'd been thinking along similar lines.
Have you ever done it on a desk? No, wait, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know...I'd rather just assume it's virgin territory. That way, when you come into work, I can just look down at the desk and you'll start blushing.
I'm curious. When exactly did you decide that you loved me? What was it that turned the tide? Nice metaphor, huh? I'm burning to know. Like really, Donna, I'm pretty much on fire these days. I'm going to be in so much trouble soon.
I don't think it helped matters at all that I thought of you in the second shower. I pictured you in there with me, getting all...*wet*...and me washing you. Can you stand yet, or should I start picturing sponge baths instead? Those could be fun too. Me with a sponge, and then just my hands -- you sitting there, all prim and proper until I start lathering your breasts and the small of your back. Maybe I'd start in sucking on that place where your shoulder and your neck meet. You have the most amazing neck...long, white, totally sexy. Then I'd drip warm water over every inch of you to wash away all the suds and bubbles. And then I might make you dirty all over again...or maybe you could wash me...that could be fun too.
So I thought of you in the shower and...well...then I...you know...had to...mmphm?? Not that it's the first time I've thought of you or anything. I have before -- a lot. The image of you in that sensational red dress is a personal favourite of mine.
I want to make you want me, Donna, just as much as I want you. Then again, I don't know if that's possible. Don't worry, I'm not going to break you or anything when we actually...you know...do it. I've just had a lot of time to plan this -- like six years or so.
Shower #3 calls...
Unmistakably Yours,
Joshua
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Sunday 9:22pm
Are you trying to kill me, Joshua? Seriously, are you? It's embarrassing how many times my mother had to repeat herself during dinner before I responded to her questions. Because I can barely think of anything but you.
I keep imagining you touching me. You know how you always placed your hand at the small of my back when we went careening around the West Wing? I always wanted you to slide it around my waist and pull me back against you. It would have appeared to everyone else that you were keeping me from falling when I stumbled, but we would know the truth. You just wanted an opportunity to grind your erection against my ass. And you were so *hard*…the feel of you against me… I'd get instantly wet.
And then when we got back to your office… god, Josh, there's not a single surface in there that I *haven't* thought about us making love on. You know what my favorite fantasy was though? The door.
You weren't wrong when you thought I had a particular fondness for your arms and shoulders.
I keep thinking of you after one of your jogging meetings. Or after a game of basketball. Or really, on any occasion when you wore that tank top, the one that showed off all your muscles. You’d come swaggering in, all hot and sweaty, shouting how you were 'da man'. And then you'd ask me into your office… I wouldn't even have a chance to react before you had me pressed up against the door. You’d kiss me senseless and then pull my skirt up and my underwear down. And when I was naked from the waist down, you'd lift my legs and hitch them around your hips while you drove into me over and over and over…
I guess we're not going to get a chance to try that one out for a very long time, huh?
Three showers? Ok, now I'm just picturing you all wet and naked and … you really think of me when you do that? I thought… I guess I never realized… Does it help to know that I think about you too?
I imagine that it's your mouth against my nipples and your fingers inside me and your hands… god, Josh…
I have to stop doing this. You're driving me crazy. You've always driven me crazy. Ever since I met you and you gave me that damn ID badge. I think it was in that moment that I first fell just a little bit in love with you. And then after that summer… I knew. I knew there couldn't be anyone else but you. I tried, Josh. Oh how I tried! But even when I was with someone else… it was still you I was dreaming about.
I'm going to go now. I still have to wrap my cast and take a bath – yes, a bath, where undoubtedly I'll *still* be thinking about you – before I can go to bed. And I'm so exhausted…
Sleep well,
Donna
tbc...