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Title: Something Warm About the Rain 
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Six months in the rain with Josh and Donna. Oh yeah and funny 
porn movie names.
Spoilers: Small Season 3 ones about Donna's upcoming storyline.
Date: 10/11/01
Notes: Takes place in the Just Between Us universe.
I've also decided that while a lot of flashbacks in West Wing episodes 
can get annoying, in fan fic, they just let you get even more smut 
in...woo!
Thanks kim and Pix. 


He opens his door quickly, wondering if she's there or not. If not, 
he thinks he might drive over to her place -- it's almost 2:00 AM but 
he's got a key now and he's still wound up. He's also recently had 
cause to remember how well he sleeps after satisfying sex. 

Unfortunately, Josh isn't not the only one noticing this, because both 
Sam and CJ have been throwing him pissed off looks around the office 
when he gets in the morning, no longer grumpy -- even before he's had 
any coffee. He's pretty sure they know why but neither one has asked 
for sure yet and he's grateful for the privacy. 

When he does get inside, he's not too surprised to see her on the 
couch, but he is a bit taken back to realize she's asleep. Josh stands 
still and studies her for a moment, still getting used to having her 
around his place so often, especially in different stages of undress. 

Donna's on her stomach, one knee pulled up and to the side, the afghan 
his mom sent him a couple of years ago kicked down by her feet. 

He recognizes a pair of pajama pants with stripes, that he likes on her 
and a strappy, white cotton tank top. The one that's worn enough to see
through, but that Donna claims is too soft and comfortable to throw 
out. 

Not that he complains -- he can see through it. Putting his backpack 
down against the door, he can't help but grin while he hears her make 
those snorty-sounding noises he always teases her about but that he 
secretly thinks are cute. 

Two months together like this and he can't believe he knows things like
what she sleeps in and that she snores when she's on her stomach. 
Before making his way to the couch, he reaches over and turns the 
thermostat down, knowing how she likes to jack the heat up at his 
place. Which, he makes allowances for, since a warm apartment means a 
practically see-through, strappy shirt. 

"Donnatellaaaaa..." 

"Mmmmmmm hmppphh..." 

He reaches a hand out and strokes her hair. 

"Wake up, sleepyhead." 

He'd try to carry her into the bedroom, but he decides rousing her from
the couch would be a much better plan than waking her up by 
accidentally dropping her on her ass in the hallway. 

"Josh?" It's a disoriented mumble that leads him to deduce she's been 
asleep roughly an hour or so. He's phased for a moment that he can 
figure out something like that just by the tone of her voice. 

"Yeah. Expecting someone else in my apartment?" 

Her head turns and she regards him with squinty, tired eyes. 

"Hey," he runs a hand down her back with one hand, using the other to 
help shrug his suit jacket off. 

"What time is it?" 

"Two." 

"Oh, Josh, you're going to be so tired tomorrow." 

"I'll be fine," his hand's on her lower back and he slides it down 
further and gives her a little pat. 

"Okay then -- *I'm* going to be so tired tomorrow," she whines 
playfully, making him smile before her eyes light up. "Oh, I thought of
another one." 

"Another what?" He asks, still touching her back, settling down on the 
floor next to the coffee table. 

"Another porn name." 

He chuckles a bit as he remembers lying in the bedroom last night, the 
bed shaking while they both giggled, trying to think up amusing names 
for porn movies. Like a lot of things, he doesn't recall exactly how it
started but he does remember that he supplied the last one -- 
proclaiming himself champion of the porn title game. 

"I still won -- but I'll humor you, you know, since you lost and all. 
What's your new one?" 

"Mr. Holland's Oh-Face." 

He makes a choking noise trying not to laugh while she smiles up at 
him, clearly proud of herself for coming up with it. 

"That took you all day, didn't it?" 

"Josh, do you really think I spend my time at work thinking of ways to 
make you realize how clever I am?" 

"Yeah, I do. I try to run the country and do good and you lounge about 
coming up dirty movie names." 

"Extremely witty, dirty movie names," she clarifies, snuggling down 
into the couch further. "Besides, I think the President might have a 
little something to do with running the country too." 

"Ehhhh," he shrugs with a little grin. 

"It's raining," he says a second later, remembering what he's wanted to
tell her for the last two hours. It had started when he was still 
talking to Leo and he found it hard to concentrate on the conversation.
The rhythm of the water outside kept reminding him of Donna -- first, 
the obvious thing, then little, seemingly unrelated things, like how 
her vanilla-scented hand lotion always makes him feel hungry or how 
she curls up against him when they sleep together. 

"I know, that's why I tried to wait up." 

"Leo ran long," he offers apologetically. 

"Josh, I hardly expect...work takes precedence over..." she trails off,
smiling lazily into the material of the couch pillow thinking about 
exactly *what* work takes precedence over. 

They hold still and listen for a moment. Tonight, it's not a storm 
really, just a steady stream of wetness coming down outside. With his 
kitchen window open, there's a light breeze and the living room smells 
has that clean, distinctive rain smell. 

He slides his hands under the elastic of the warm flannel, loving how 
heated her skin feels and starts to tug them down, suddenly wanting 
nothing more than to take all her clothes off and run his hands over 
every single inch. 

"Josh." 

"Straighten your knee out," he instructs softly, his voice taking on a 
low, gravely tone. 

She does and he slides them off the rest of the way, dropping them on 
the floor by the coffee table, right next to her silly bunny slippers. 

"What are you doing?" It's a question but he surmises she's asking 
because she wants to hear his voice. She knows *exactly* what he's 
doing. 

"It's still raining out," he repeats sexily, running a hand over the 
backs of her thighs. 

She smiles, her body starting to shudder under his touch. "But I'm 
sleepy now." 

"But I'm not. Turn over." 

"Why?" 

"Could you ever do something just because I asked you to?" he teases 
lightly, with an exaggerated sigh. 

"No. Not really." 

"Well, believe me when I tell you, you want to turn over now and let me
prove my point, here." 

* * * 

"Start counting," he commands lightly, dimples showing while farther 
down, one hand rests lightly on her hip. His other hand snakes down 
between their bodies, his fingers exploring the upper crevices of her 
sex until he finds what he's looking for. 

"One thousand one, one thousand two, ohhhhh...thousand three, oh god, 
Josh...f-four." 

The thunder makes his windows rattle as he makes her toes curl against 
the twisted bed sheets. 

"It's getting closer, Donna. It was only four miles away that time," he
whispers in her ear. 

"I know," she agrees in a husky voice, shifting her leg up higher over 
his hip, coaxing him inside her body even deeper. The new position 
pushes her body even closer to his and her nipples now graze across his
chest, making her even more aroused and making the sex even more 
erotic. 

Even so, she never gets over how normal this seems. The way he acts 
when he's with her in bed is very similar to how he's always acted 
around her at work. It makes her think this is something they've been 
doing a lot longer than a month and a half -- just in other, less 
obvious, ways. 

The next flash of lightening prompts her start counting his thrusts 
again, her voice coming out as gasps this time and she only gets as 
high as three before the thunder pounds down outside, while Josh 
continues to pound slowly into her. 

She thinks back to the night of the press conference when they had sat 
on her couch much later in the night - the next morning, actually, Josh
holding her hand and they had figured out how far away the lightening 
was each time it filled her living room with a harsh light that made 
her flinch. 

During this storm, like the one before it, they still keep track of the
lightning's proximity, but now it's tied into Josh being inside of her, 
not her childhood memories of dark, humid nights and fallen trees. 

Since he moves in time to the seconds she states, it's always slower 
than their normal rhythm. She tends to hold her hips still and mold 
herself to his body, letting him move into her when they do it like 
this -- Josh making her feel safe for some unexpected reason she can't 
quite get a handle on. 

"Still scared of storms?" He teases as if reading her mind, while his 
index finger lazily traces around her clit. 

She looks at him, smiling, cheeks all flushed and pulls him in closer 
-- she wants to be kissing him when she  starts to come. 

Because just like the lightening, she's getting closer too. 

* * * 

"But it's not a storm, it's just rain," Donna answers, flipping over 
anyway. He thinks she sounds mildly disappointed. 

"So, you like thunder now? Told you it would work," he smirks a little 
as she looks up at him, not even bothering to hide her amusement at his
cockiness. She goes to grab the remote and turn the muted TV off but he
grabs her hand and stops her. 

"Leave it on." 

"You want to watch C-SPAN? You hate watching C-SPAN at home, Josh." 

He does something that's close to a snort. "Ugh, that's even C-SPAN 2,"
he comments, glancing at the TV. "The original one was so much better." 

"Besides," she says groggily. "My pants are off..." 

"Pity the guy who tries to get something past you," he pauses to grin 
at her. "I don't want to watch it, Donna. I do want to be able to see 
you after I get all this off," he answers reasonably, after a second's 
pause while pushing her tank top up over her stomach. 

"You know," she starts, rubbing her eyes. "It won't be raining much 
longer." 

"We'll think of something new for snow storms," he responds, his hands 
already starting to wander around her exposed skin. 

Six months ago, he'd stumbled up to her apartment super late, after the
press conference meetings, mentally elated yet drained physically as he
made his way up her stairs. He wouldn't have stopped at all except he 
saw the light on when he drove by. When she answered the door and 
pulled him in he had hugged her, holding on a bit too long -- but then 
she did too. 

He's tempted to say that's when it started, but he knows it was way 
before then. 

They'd sat on her couch and listened to the storm end and watched the 
sun rise, as she laid her head against his shoulder. She told him she 
was glad he stopped by and he knew she meant it. They found it easier 
to talk about how she was scared of lightening rather than what had 
happened that day -- both the high of the President deciding to run for
re-election at the last minute and the low of Mrs. Landingham's 
funeral. 

Later when she was no longer 'pumped up', he'd walked her back to her 
bed and tucked her in, giving her a kiss on the forehead before 
leaving. He had used all his will power that night not to shrug off his 
still damp clothes and crawl in next to her. 

Three months later she'd gotten side-tracked by another dumpkiss, or as
he likes to refer to him, Clifford the Wonder Republican. Donna usually
glares at him when he does this but he knows she really thinks it's 
funny too -- and Wonder-Rupublican is still definitely on his list. The
*real list*. 

A month after that, he decided his will power could go fuck itself when
she was the one who crawled onto his bed, pulling him down on top of 
her while they were hunting for his backpack one Saturday afternoon. 

Tonight, he just sees Donna, all beautiful and disheveled, looking up 
at him with the faint glow from the television casting shadows on her 
bare legs and rounded hips. He realizes all at once, with a glance down 
her bare lower body, that he really wants to make her come right now on
his couch, listening to the rain and basking in the glow of C-SPAN 2. 

He wants to use his mouth on her because he knows she likes it when he 
does that. And he's discovering he really likes doing things to Donna 
that she enjoys. 

After she helps him pull her top over her head, he tugs the bottom half
of her body towards him. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Something I've wanted to do since I walked in and saw you here." 

"Aren't *you* over-dressed?" She asks, reaching for his tie. He leans 
back so she can't quite reach it. 

"No. You're sleepy, remember," he chides in a light tone. 

"Not so sleepy anymore," Donna answers, even though he can see that her
eyes are still half shut. He moves in between her knees and leans up to
drag his mouth down her stomach, making her moan his name in 
comprehension of his intent. 

"You're a quick girl," he comments casually to her response, continuing
to work his way down, pausing to nip lightly at the skin below her 
belly button. 

"Okay, I am still sleepy -- give me a break. Ohhhhh..." 

When he moves in closer he uses his hands to spread her open more and 
pull her legs over his shoulders, letting her heels thump gently 
against his back. He watches her chest rise and fall and settles in to 
study the area in front of him, loving the intimacy of viewing her like
this. Running his thumbs along the edges of her sex he feels a distinct 
dampness already -- he's looking forward to how much wetter she'll be 
in a few minutes. 

"Josh." 

"Yeah?" He answers into her thigh, licking the skin afterwards. 

"Do it," she whimpers, wiggling against his face. "Please..." 

"I'd love to," comes his throaty reply before he descends down on her, 
never wanting to tease her when he does this -- just wanting to feel 
her come against his mouth. 

* * * 

She lays back and listens to the steady quite rhythm, as Josh starts to
exhale against her, his breath flooding her with heat. She starts to 
squirm, anxious for him to make contact. She can feel the moisture 
start to accumulate between her legs and wonders if he can see it 
there, she thinks it would be sexy if he could, so he'd know how him 
doing this affects her. 

She moves against his face a bit, gasping at the feel of his skin on 
hers, pretty sure he can feel how wet she is, anyway. 

"Do it," Donna whispers, then adds, "please," because she can't help 
herself from begging. 

She feels as well as hears his answer and doesn't doubt it for a 
second, feeling him lick her skin gently, then moving his head side to 
side, parting her folds with his nose. Holding her breath and her body 
still, she feels him make contact and her hips jerk forward. She gasps 
when he starts using his tongue to trace the outlines, before running 
it straight down the center, landing on her clit a few seconds later. 
They both groan when he starts circling and flicking and she can't help
but push into him, wanting to increase the pressure. 

She's always taken back at how much he seems to like this -- how he 
makes almost as many noises as she does when he's going down on her. 
When her hips start rocking into his face she knows she's almost there. 

She thinks he can tell too, because he starts going even faster and 
his hands rub the flesh at her hips, kneading her and holding her 
steady. It's such a contrast, she thinks hazily, to when her ex, 
skilled as he was, would do this and if she didn't come fast enough 
she'd hear him start to sigh in boredom. It would make her so 
self-conscious she actually faked it a couple of times. 

At the moment, Josh seems very un-bored, making these little noises as 
he pulls her in deeper, pushing her over the edge until she's spasming 
and bucking like crazy. 

The rain hitting the street outside and their heavy breathing are the 
only noises as she slides off the couch and into his lap a few minutes 
later. She sits back on his knees a bit to unbutton and unzip his 
pants, gratified at how hard he is already. 

It's something that's always surprised her. Josh might not have the the
finely-tuned, sexual repertoire of her ex, but whatever he lacks in 
finesse he more than makes up for in his enthusiasm and passion. Just 
in the very way he reacts to her turns Donna on so much and makes her 
want him like mad right back -- even more than she did before they 
started sleeping together. That alone, she thinks, puts him and this 
thing they have, miles and miles, above anyone or anything else she's 
ever had before. 

"Awake now?" Josh teases her, resting his hands lightly on her sides, 
sliding his palms up and down her body, while his dark eyes focus on 
her face. 

"Yep. I would ask you the same but apparently you're all up too." 

She pushes her lips to his laughing mouth, as her hands try to quickly 
tug his pants and boxers down a bit. 

"You taste like me," she comments, readjusting so she's straddling him,
her fingers already at work on his cock. 

"You were very wet," he whispers back, his words sending a shiver down 
her spine. 

"Like the rain?" 

"Kind of...ohhhhhh," he breathes out and his eyes close as she pushes 
down on him, impaling herself if one long, never-ending fluid movement. 

She thinks it's really sexy, being completely naked and riding him 
while he's almost fully clothed. His shirt feels rough against her 
sensitive nipples and she pushes into him even more, liking the way it 
feels. She pushes the bottom of his shirt and undershirt up a little so
she can feel the warm mound of his stomach brush against her as she 
moves on him. He always feels so solid and strong and she loves the 
idea of surrounding him inside and out. 

"I was just going to...we didn't have to..." 

She hold still briefly, forehead resting against his. "You didn't want 
to do this?" 

"Oh, no, this is good. This is very good," he accents by grabbing her 
hips and rocking her up and down slowly and steadily. "I just wasn't 
thinking this far ahead. I was..." 

She shushes him. "It's a good thing I'm always thinking then." 

His grin tells her that he pretty much agrees, much like his hands on 
her body, urging her into an even faster rhythm as she gasps, "harder" 
against his shoulder. 

* * * 

"Know what movie I want to rent sometime?" He questions later, tracing 
a pattern with his finger against her skin. 

"No. Please, Josh, tell me," she answers, turning on her side to face 
him. After he came holding on to her tightly, she helped him undress 
and they left a trail of his clothes from the living room to the bed. 
At his request, she left her pajamas out there by the couch and had 
just worn her slippers to the bedroom. It makes him laugh and smile 
when she's naked except for her bunny slippers -- a couple of times 
he's even asked her to wear them during sex. 

Now as she looks at him and sees his huge, cat-that-ate-the-canary 
expression, she's pretty sure she knows what's coming, but she'll let 
him have his moment. 

"Glad-he-ate-her," he smirks sleepily. 

Donna rolls her eyes but still can't help but laugh regardless. 
Especially since she knows, sure as anything, that it pretty much took 
him the last half an hour to come up with that. Looking over at his 
smug face, she's even pretty sure what he's going to say next. 

"See, I told you I was the porn name champion and I really am. Still," 
he repeats, pulling her closer into a snug embrace. 

"You really just never stop with the 'I win, I'm the champion thing, do
you?" 

"No. Because I am. So, there's really no reason not to let you know 
it." 

"Okay." 

"Since I really am and all." 

"Oh. I know. You are." 

He regards her for a moment before a smile breaks out across his face. 
"You want to be my deputy champion?" 

"Of porn names?" 

"No, of the Seven Dwarfs. Yeah, of porn names, Donna," he confirms 
drowsily, now running a hand softly along her hip. 

"Okay." 

"Good," he replies, cuddling into her more and as she closes her eyes, 
she realizes she can't really hear the rain anymore -- but she knows 
it's still there. 

* * * 

The End. 


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