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I Will Survive or: This Is So *Not* NPR 
by Bramble

Rating: NC-17 

Summary: Two clock radios, two couples, one sex scene, one song 
(but two different versions) -- and evidently, the Buffy Musical 
made waaaaay to much of an impression on me. 

Spoilers: Um, Season 1, 2 fair game -- no 3 really. 

Feedback: Spins my little, shiny, disco ball. 

Archive: Nov. Challenge page -- others please ask. 

Notes: This lives in a *pre-War Crimes*, happy, fluffy universe, 
because I haven't quite wrapped my head around post-Cliff, J/D 
smut yet. But it's coming...oh, how it's coming. :) J/D for the smut, 
other couple -- no smut. (I think you'll understand why)... 

* * * 

"Donna..." 

"What?" 

"I hate this song," he says, eyes fluttering open, then staring at the 
bedroom ceiling. 

"This song?" She glances over at him from where she's stretching to 
reach the clock radio, then instead of flipping the switch off, turns 
the volume up a bit more, making Josh groan. 

"I shouldn't have said anything, should I?" 

"Nope," she grins, sliding back over next to him as he rolls his 
eyes, but opens his arms regardless and she snuggles in close. 

"There should be some sort of law about disco before noon." 

"You should do something about that. Make a few phone calls..." 

"Yeah, but then Sam would get all upset. Okay, now that I think of it, 
what the hell kind of stupid-ass station did you set my alarm to 
anyway?" 

She just smiles at him. 

"Donna! I like it on NPR. This is so *not* NPR," he pauses to wrinkle 
his nose. "This is...Lame Disco Hits 'R Us." 

"Anyway, *I* like this song," she continues, ignoring his complaint. 
"This song makes me think of my ex." 

He rolls his eyes again. "Well, that's just great, because, really, I 
want to know details like that," he pauses. "Oh, wait, I get it. Like 
some sort of girly, empowerment song?" 

"Well, yeah. I left him and Wisconsin to start over and become my own 
person." 

"You did," he agrees. 

"At first I was afraid." 

"I'll bet you were petrified," he tosses out, trying not to laugh 
while she nods, not quite managing to keep her amusement as hidden. 

"And, it does make me think of him," she reasons next, bringing her 
index finger up to touch Josh's nipple, starting to lazily circle it. 
"And how much better off I am now. And how I feel so much stronger 
and..." 

"Now that you've learned how to get along?" He asks, a goofy grin 
forming on his face. 

She nods, leaning down to nip gently at the erect tip with her teeth, 
then slides her mouth to the other side and starts playing with that 
one. 

"Ohhhh..." 

"He was the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye. Did he think I'd 
crumble?" She sort of sings the next part after she lifts her head up 
to look at him and he laughs out loud finally, eyes sparkling with 
sleepy amusement. His hands reach out for her hips, tugging her 
closer to him, so she's almost completely on top of him. 

"Did he think you'd lay down and die?" Josh sings back, pulling her 
up and placing a kiss on her giggling mouth. 

"I survived," she returns softly as their lips part, her expression 
playful. 

"Dr. Freeride," he adds in sing-song rhyme, before licking her neck, 
then biting the flesh gently. After a few seconds he pulls back, 
smirk in place. "Is this where you give me all the lovin' you've 
been saving just for me?" 

"Uh-huh. I've got all my life to live, and all my love to give," she 
belts out, making him wince just a little and cover his ears 
mockingly, before flipping them and pulling her to a position 
underneath him. He grinds his erection into her hip a few times, 
making them both moan. 

Using a hand to hold her still, he lowers his head down to place a 
kiss on the side of her breast, one hand wandering down between her 
thighs to spread her open, fingers gently exploring and rubbing 
against her. 

"Oh god, Josh," she responds breathlessly, wanting to close her eyes, 
but wanting to watch his face as he touches her. He always watches 
her so intently -- and she loves that. 

"I don't think that's how the next part goes," he says with a cocky 
grin. 

"That's definitely how *this* part goes." 

"That works for me," he replies, pulling the sheet all the way back so 
it's down at the end of his bed. 

Both hands slide over to grasp her hips as he continues to move down, 
pulling her knees up and lowering his head between them. 

"Oh my," she comments. "You are in a lovin' sort of mood this 
morning." 

"I really am," he answers, his breath all hot against the inside of 
her thigh. "And the way that you know that, is by the way I do this," 
he mutters softly, before tonguing her sex in a long, slow stroke. 

"I really like it when you do that," she murmurs into the pillow, 
head tossing back and forth slightly, as he uses his mouth to play 
with her clit, fingers moving in and out. 

The next song that fills the room is Macho Man by the Village People, 
fortunately Josh doesn't realize it since Donna's thighs are wrapped 
tightly against his ears. But after she comes during the chorus of, 
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Macho-Macho-Man..." he moves up from 
between her legs, grinning at a job well done. When he recognizes 
the tune, however, he moans and plops his face down on her stomach. 

And when she giggles, his head bounces up and down. 

"Okay, this is just so wrong. Donna, I can't...perform under 
conditions like this," he starts to whine, lifting his head 
up to give her a pleading look. 

"Joshua. This is your punishment for falling asleep on me last 
night." 

"One night! I was tired!" 

"Josh. Josh, I'm kidding. But I'm not changing the station," she 
states with a wicked smile, as she sits up, face and chest flushed. 
Her eyes move down and settle on his lap, taking him in. "Besides, 
you're looking pretty good, performance-wise, there." 

Thankfully, Macho Man is a very short song and the next thing they 
know, Barry White's "Can't Get Enough of Your Love" starts to fill 
the room with a sexy, low rhythm. 

Josh looks at the radio and then at Donna, eyebrows wiggling. "Okay. I 
can work with this," he says with a smile, sliding up higher and 
kissing her hard, so she can taste the musky wetness on his mouth. 

* * * 

"Oh, Donna," he manages to gasp out, winding his hands through her 
hair. He doesn't even mind that "Funky Town" is the current 
soundtrack in his bedroom. 

He had tried earlier to reach the volume knob, but that's when her 
mouth had clamped around his cock and his hand just dropped down on 
the table and he forgot all about the bad disco songs. 

Especially when she started to lick and suck, just how he likes it. 

But Josh's eyes flutter open and he gasps when she squeezes his balls 
lightly. "Now. Come...come up here." 

"Now?" She looks up a second later, lips wet and pouty. 

He groans, watching her slowly crawl up his body, blonde tousled 
hair, hanging down over her shoulders. 

"I'm on top?" 

"Oh, yeah. I want you on top, Donnatella," he uses the low voice he 
knows gets her all excited. 

"Mmmmmmm...." She manages, pushing down on him in one swift move, 
his hands resting on her hips as she starts to move. 

When Super Freak starts, Josh momentarily stops fingering her clit 
to frown and a pain-filled expression creeps across his face. 

"This. Is. So. Wrong," he gasps out, his hips oddly moving in time 
to the Rick James tune. 

She starts to laugh, but when he puts his fingers back and resumes 
his earlier motions, it turns into a low, deep sigh, the kind he 
swears he can feel vibrate through her whole body and over into 
his. 

He comes a second after she does, the tightening of her muscles 
around him sending Josh over the edge. 

Ironically, their post-coital cuddling takes place during a string 
of commercials, rather than more disco and Josh actually finds 
himself grateful to be listening to an ad for Dunkin' Donuts. 
In fact, he starts to contemplate breakfast, wondering if there 
are any bagels left in the kitchen. 

But first, there's something that he's always been curious about 
and know seems as good a time as any to ask. 

"What do you think happened to Dr. I-need-a-beer-before-I-pick-up-
my-injured- girlfriend-at-the-hospital?" 

"It's weird, your names for him are getting longer and longer," 
Donna points out, her fingers lightly grazing through the hair on 
his chest. 

"They are," he answers with a nod. 

"I hope he's happy I guess." 

His eyebrow goes up in bewilderment. "You want that asshole to be 
happy?" 

"Josh," she sighs. "He can be happy. I'm happy." 

"He really shouldn't be happy. He should have ended up with someone 
who will make his life a living hell." 

"You're really not, you know, a very forgiving person," she observes, 
placing a kiss on his chin. 

"I'm not. I hold grudges," he announces proudly. "Especially towards 
him." 

"He didn't even do anything to you. In fact, if he wasn't an asshole, 
I wouldn't even be here, in your bed," she answers, raising her 
eyebrow. 

"In my bed, very, very satisfied." 

She smiles at him. "Yes, Josh, very, very satisfied." 

"Hmmm....okay, we can send Dr. I-Call-My-Girlfriend-Baby-Because-
I-Think-It-Gets- Her-Hot a fruit basket or something." 

She laughs, remembering how one night Josh had asked if it 
bothered her that he just called her Donna or Donnatella when 
they were in bed. She disclosed how her ex would always call her 
"baby" while they were having sex -- and how she had hated it. 

She loves the way Josh says her name, all throaty and full of 
desire -- how that turns her on so much. He does that a lot now, 
since he knows that, but he'll call her 'baby' to try and be funny at 
other times. 

Which really doesn't surprise her that much. Just how she'll still 
inquire occasionally whether he has any new secret plans she should 
type up for him. 

"No, we really can't -- besides, I don't even know where he is 
anymore," Donna replies honestly. She really did lose touch with 
him a couple of years ago. 

"It's nice when exes are like that." 

"Like what?" 

"Gone. Unaccounted for, missing in action..." 

"Yeah," she agrees. "It is. Especially when we get stronger because 
of the fact that they're gone and we, well, you know, we survive." 

He snorts, but then agrees. "Yes, your disco song wisdom does 
indeed ring true." 

"Don't mock the disco song wisdom, Josh." 

"Would I do that?" He asks, feigning innocence. 

His response comes in the form of a pillow, bouncing off his head. 

"Okay, yeah, I would do that." 

"You would," she leans over on her stomach to turn the clock radio 
back to his preferred station as he runs his hand down her back, 
cupping her bottom appreciatively. 

"Happy?" she asks, as the sounds of Morning Edition fill 
the bedroom. 

"Very happy," he confirms, grinning back at her. 

* * * 

Somewhere miles and miles and miles from DC: 

* * * 

"Ohhhhh...turn that up." 

"This?" 

"Yeah," she confirms, rolling over and propping her head in her hand. 

"This is that song, except...it's a new version," he says with slight 
distaste, hand resting a few inches away from the phone/CD player/
clock radio combo on the bedside table, tuned to the local Madison 
alternative station. 

"Yeah, I used to have a boyfriend....this song makes me sort of 
think of him," she replies wistfully. 

"Did he treat you badly, baby?" 

She grins at him, loving when he calls her baby -- her ex never called 
her anything other than her name. Well, once when he was mad about 
something at work, he fluttered his arms above his head and called 
her 'hey you, PR Girl', admitting later that he was too upset to 
think of her name. 

"Nah. I just, I think I loved him but he didn't really love me, plus 
then I think he had a thing for his assistant." 

"Ouch." 

"Yeah, his blonde, perky, annoying assistant." 

He cocks his head to the side. "I used to have a blonde, perky, 
annoying girlfriend." 

Mandy gives him a glare and he holds his hands up to protect his 
face. 

"Hey, hey, *used to have*, besides, she bugged the hell out of me. 
But she did put me through medical school." 

"You dumped her afterwards?" 

"Nah, she just upped and left me one day, thank god I was almost 
done with my residency." 

"How lucky for me," she says with a grin, crawling up on top of him. 

"Very lucky for you. Did you leave him?" 

"Him?" 

"This guy who didn't love you and called you PR Girl." 

"Oh, him. Well, it was over for a while, but we still worked 
together for a bit. But yeah, I finally 
just left one day." 

"Are you stronger now?" He teases. 

She snorts. "I was strong then. And cute. I was very cute and smart. I 
still am, actually." 

"You are," he agrees. "But you left and wound up here." 

"Yes. I wound up here." 

"With Dr. Amazing," he adds. 

"You've got an awfully high opinion of yourself," Mandy comments. 

"I do, baby," he agrees, pulling her down so that he covers her body 
with his. "I have to be at the hospital in an hour, but I think I've 
got time to give you a very high opinion of me as well." 

And Cake continues to play on in the background. 

* * * 

The End