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. Feedback is like an umbrella. (I don't know what that means either).
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