RATING: NC-17. ***Please read responsibly.
SUMMARY: A phone call, a bubblebath, and an explosive result. General season two spoilers.
DISCLAIMER: I don't think Aaron would really appreciate what I'm doing to his characters. Oh, well. ;)
THANKS: To Jo and Em, who stalked me incessantly until I finished this. You guys rock.
***
Josh flipped channels listlessly, pausing for thirty seconds of a documentary on the meerkat, a minute and a half to learn about the dogfighting capabilities of the P-51 Mustang, the last three minutes of a Maude rerun--anything but the news. He realized that he was biased, that the ongoing hearings were, indisputably, news, but... four months?
Four months with Healthgate leading every major nightly news program, four months of scathing op-ed pieces, four months of self-righteous letters to the editor. Four months of absolute media saturation, and although Josh obviously had a personal stake in wishing for it to end, having spent three weeks being deposed himself, he thought he could probably speak for most Americans when he yelled at the pundits to just SHUT UP already!
He was sick of hearing about it, reading about it, discussing it. He was especially sick of the political ramifications, the inability to bring the full power of the crippled White House to bear on unruly Congresspersons. God, he hated that.
To make things worse, he'd been without Donna the past two days, as she took her turn in deposition hell. His job performance had, to put it mildly, suffered. Which was probably why he felt justified leaving the office at a criminally early eight o'clock. Why stay when he was getting *nothing* done?
Of course, now that he was home and *had* nothing to do, he was crashingly bored.
Josh reached for the phone, counting on his faithful assistant to alleviate his boredom.
"What?" Donna growled into the phone.
Well, somebody was grumpy. Josh blinked stupidly at the wall, then tried for a joke. "Bad day at the office, honey?"
Nothing. No reaction. Not even a chuckle.
Josh sat up, tense. "Donna?"
"You know what?" she answered, her tone even. "I'm going to hang up now and pretend this didn't--"
"No, no, no!" He waved his hand around in protest, though she was half a city away and couldn't actually *see* him. "Wait, hang on."
"What, Joshua?"
Eek. The full name. She was really cranky. "I was calling to see how the deposition went--"
The strangled moan from Donna cut off the rest of his question. Also sparked some spectacularly inappropriate thoughts, but Josh decided to ignore that. As usual.
"Donna?"
"Well, Josh, I'm halfway through a bottle of wine, I'm in a room lit only by aromatherapy candles, I've broken out the k.d. lang CD that CJ gave me, and I'm taking a bubblebath. You wanna take a wild guess how the deposition went?"
Josh was almost sure she'd asked him a question towards the end there, but his mind had tripped over the word "bubblebath" and couldn't seem to get back up. He could picture it: Donnatella Moss, her long, slim, pale limbs just visible through the bubbles as they--
Okay, he was certainly not going *there* tonight. Josh glanced down at his crotch, warning the little guy to stay put.
"Josh?" Donna asked, annoyed. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah," he managed. His voice sounded funny, even to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Josh, you're a horrible liar."
"I'm a politician."
"Yeah," she answered dryly. "The mind boggles."
"Hey, I can lie!"
"Not to me."
Josh frowned at the wall. Well, the woman had a point. The woman was also in a bubblebath--
Not going there.
"So I'm guessing it went poorly." Josh was unduly proud of the way he'd strung together an entire intelligent sentence, even with the mental image of Donna's--
"Yes," Donna sighed. "It really did."
Josh settled back onto the perfectly broken-in couch. They were back on safe ground. He wouldn't find any reason to think inappropriate thoughts about his assistant if they talked about politics. Even if she was stark naked--
"So," Josh nearly shouted. "What'd they ask?"
"About what we were expecting," Donna answered. "How a stupid, degree-less, street-urchin like me--"
"Hey, Donna," Josh interrupted, softening his tone. "You know they're doing that on purpose to try to rattle you."
"So?"
"So..." Josh groped for something to say that didn't sound totally lame. "So don't let them rattle you." And he failed miserably.
"Great," Donna snorted. "Thanks. I'll jot that down: Don't get rattled."
"I'm saying you know that's why they're doing it," Josh explained. "Doesn't that make it easier to--" He stopped, listening intently over the phone.
"Josh?" Donna prompted.
"What was that noise?"
"What noise?"
"That," Josh shrugged and waved a hand around in the air, "watery noise."
"Josh, I'm in a tub," Donna pointed out, amusement evident in her tone.
"You mentioned that," he answered, his voice low and just a tad suggestive.
There was a moment of silence, and Josh thought maybe he'd gone too far. He was just about to crack a joke when he heard Donna shift, heard the water lapping against her body. He stifled a groan.
When Donna spoke, her tone matched his. "I find bubblebaths relaxing."
Josh swallowed hard. "Really?" Please keep talking about bubblebaths, he thought.
"Yeah," she answered. "My muscles are just so tense tonight. My lower back especially."
"You should get a massage," he suggested, barely managing not to offer himself as a willing masseuse.
"I should," Donna agreed, laughing lightly. "But I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with a stranger caressing all the places that are tense."
Josh managed what may have passed as a wordless sound of curiosity, but more likely sounded like a man going insane with lust.
"My thighs, for example," Donna continued. "My legs are so tense, but my thighs especially. I don't think I'd want just anyone running their hands over my thighs."
Okay, she *had* to have heard that moan. Josh froze, eyes wide.
"But, you know, if the water's hot enough," Donna continued, her words dripping with warmth, "and I lay just the right way, it stretches my back perfectly. And then I can massage my thighs myself. You know, work the kinks out."
"Yeah?" God, he sounded like he'd swallowed a hunk of sandpaper.
"Yeah," she confirmed, her voice lowering further. Then she groaned and Josh had to clutch at the armrest to keep from touching himself.
"Donna?"
"Yeah?"
"You know, there are other ways to relax." Josh didn't even breathe after the words tumbled out of his mouth. She could play it off, she could turn it into a joke, hell, she could file harassment charges. But maybe, must maybe--
"I know," she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice, "where do you think my free hand is?"
***
In her bubblebath, Donna held the phone tightly to her ear, awaiting his response. Had she been reading him right? Or had she just made a horrendous mistake?
"Donna," Josh said finally, his voice an incredible mixture of tension, arousal, and elation. "I'm coming over. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"Josh," she said, laughing with her relief. "You live, like, thirty-five minutes away!"
"Twenty minutes, then," he shot back, and she could hear frantic action on his end. "Don't you dare move. In fact, both hands out of the tub, young lady!"
Donna laughed out loud. "Josh--"
"I have to hang up now," he said. "The sooner you stop talking, the sooner I'm there."
Well, she thought, the man's got a point. "Shutting up."
"Twenty minutes." Dial tone. He couldn't even be bothered to say goodbye, Donna noted with a satisfied grin.
Donna sat up in the tub and set to work. She drained some water from the tub and then added more warm water and an extra dash of bubbles. Then she made short work of the rest of the wine in her glass and tried to convince her body to stop trembling. Desire and anxiety did not a happy mix make.
Should she get out of the tub, regardless of Josh's command, and meet him at the door in a silk bathrobe? Well, that might be nice, but considering she didn't *own* a silk bathrobe, somewhat difficult to accomplish. Maybe she could answer the door naked. Donna blushed just thinking about it. Or maybe she couldn't.
She peered down at her body--at the way the tub wasn't quite deep enough to allow the water to cover her, at the ungainly sight of her knees poking out of the water--and frowned. Oh, yeah, she thought darkly, he'll be unable to resist this.
Then she shifted in the water, trying to find a position which kept her knees and her breasts covered at the same time. No dice, unless she stuck her feet halfway up the wall, which just looked bizarre. Damn long legs. At least she'd shaved that morning.
Frustrated, Donna sat up, bubbles drifting slowly down her skin, her nipples hard in the sudden cold, and glared at the tub.
Which was, of course, the precise moment Josh chose to burst into the bathroom.
He skidded in, eyes wide, hair wild, tie askew but still clinging to him, and stumbled to a halt just inside the doorway. Donna's gaze dropped almost instinctively to his jeans, where a very interesting bulge betrayed his interest in her bubble-covered body.
"Josh?" Her voice sounded strained and husky even to her own ears, and she couldn't seem to move, even though her current position was probably the most unsexy, unerotic one possible.
Josh tore his gaze from her exposed breasts and looked up, his eyes dark. "Yeah?"
"Exactly how fast did you drive?"
He shrugged. "I honestly have no idea."
She couldn't help the grin that surfaced. "So," she said.
Shifting somewhat uncomfortably, Josh's gaze skittered away from her for a moment, then back. "So," he answered.
Well, she thought, here goes.
"You mentioned something about relieving my tension?"
***
Josh stood there in Donna's bathroom, a place both familiar (he'd certainly spent enough time in here after an alcohol-intensive DNC fundraiser a couple years back) and unfamiliar (there had absolutely, positively *not* been a naked, bubble-covered Donnatella Moss anywhere in the vicinity then), and stared.
He thought that Donna might have said something. He was having some trouble processing, you know, words, what with her gorgeous breasts just... *there* for him to see. Of course, Donna probably didn't appreciate him gaping at her breasts like he'd never seen a naked woman before.
Josh forced himself to swallow hard, raise his gaze, and unclench his hands. "Huh?" he asked, intelligently.
The look on Donna's face was unusual. If Josh didn't know better, he'd think she looked nervous. That was absurd, though, given the fact that he'd just blew through about seventeen yellow lights, left a layer of rubber on each corner, and came sprinting into her bathroom with a hard on the size of Siberia.
"Tension," Donna said, apparently repeating her question. "You said you'd relieve my tension."
Holy shit, Josh thought, she *is* nervous. In the moment it took him to process this, Donna shifted uncomfortably, bringing her arms in front of her to shield herself from his gaze.
And then Josh was on his knees next to the tub, face to face with Donna. Inches from each other. He held her gaze and let a smirk surface. "Oh, I plan to relieve your tension three or four times," Josh told her, keeping his voice low and dangerous.
Donna studied his face, and he knew the exact moment that she understood how much he wanted her, how much he'd always wanted her. The corner of her mouth twitched the slightest bit, and then she arched one eyebrow. "Those're fightin' words, Joshua."
"Hell, yeah." He couldn't help the giddy smile as he leaned the final few inches to kiss her. Donna's wet arm landed around his neck, holding him close as she plundered his mouth. He moaned, and his hands slid across her slick skin, settling on the slopes of her back. Then he yanked her closer, her wet body flush up against his chest.
"Josh," Donna said, pulling away from him. "You're getting all wet."
"True," Josh shot back with a grin, "but I think the important question here is, are you getting wet?"
Donna rolled her eyes at him, but she was grinning. "I'm very wet," she answered, her voice innocent. "I *am* in a bathtub."
Josh laughed out loud, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. Then, heedless of his shirt, he reached into the tub, his hand finding her leg. Donna gasped as he trailed his fingers up, up, up the soft skin of those incredibly long legs. "Hey, Donna," Josh teased, pulling back a bit to hold her gaze.
"Yes, Josh?" she returned, her wry tone belied by the way her legs trembled slightly under his touch.
"You wanna get out of that damn tub?" His fingers slowed, teasing the skin of her inner thigh.
"You're the one who told me to stay in here," she pointed out.
"I did." He nodded sagely. "That was a very good idea at the time."
"But now?"
"Not so much anymore, no."
"May I ask why not?"
"Well, because there's a big hunk of ceramic in between you and me."
Josh caught the devious look in her eye just as she reached for fistfuls of his shirt.
"Oh, no!" he yelped, scrambling backwards, an elegant spray of water arcing off of his flailing hand as he lost his balance and fell backwards. From his new, exciting position on his back, one leg kind of... twisted underneath him, Josh sighed. "Well, that was predictable."
***
Donna scrambled awkwardly to her feet in the tub, thankful Josh hadn't witnessed that. Of course, the reason he hadn't seen her graceless movements was because he was still flat on his back. What if he'd hurt himself?
"Josh? Are you okay?" Donna jumped out of the tub, nearly slipping on the wet tile.
"I'm fine," Josh insisted, opening his eyes as she reached him. The expression on his face was almost comical as his gaze raked up her tall, wet, naked body towering over him. "Holy shit."
That was all the warning Donna got before Josh launched himself upwards, managing to gain his feet in an admittedly impressive display. Then he engulfed her in a hug, pulling her wet body flush up against him.
Donna wrapped her arms around him, laughing at his obvious excitement. "You didn't hurt yourself, I take it?"
He pressed his hips to hers. "Does it feel like I hurt myself?"
She could hear the happiness in his voice, and held him tighter. "Your clothes are soaked, Josh."
"Ask me if I care." His fingers traced erotic patterns on the skin of her back.
"You'll care tomorrow when you have to go in to the office in one of my dresses."
Josh grinned down at her. "I honestly don't care. I'll wear my damp, wrinkled clothes if necessary. Just don't stop touching me."
What could she say to that? Donna leaned up and kissed him, one hand tangling in his hair, the other cupping his ass to pull him even closer. Then she slipped out of his arms and smiled as his gaze devoured her.
"You're so beautiful," Josh whispered.
"And you," Donna answered, "are overdressed."
***
Donnatella Moss stood before him, still damp and gorgeously, amazingly, euphorically naked. Josh could swear he'd never been this hard before in his entire life. He thought his eyes might actually be crossed.
Then Donna reached for his sopping wet clothes, and everything was in sharp focus. The way her breathing sped up as her curious hands disappeared under his shirt. The way her eyes widened as she uncovered his chest. The way she moaned when she eased his boxers over his erection.
Josh stood utterly still, his hands clenched into fists so he wouldn't give into the almost overwhelming temptation to touch her. His harsh, uneven breaths echoed off the tiled walls.
Finally, he was nude. Donna met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. She laid her hand against his scar and placed a soft kiss to the puckered bullet wound to the side. "You're beautiful, Josh."
Josh flushed and shifted his weight, oddly embarrassed by the open admiration in her eyes. Her hand cupped his cheek momentarily. "I'm just going to hang your clothes up so--"
"Donna!" Josh laughed, the sober spell broken. "Leave the damn clothes and get your ass over here." He reached for her, but she took a step backwards, her hands on her hips and her entire body radiating sex appeal. From the upswept hair to her luscious breasts, from the flare of her hips to her toenails painted a bright purple, she was just amazing.
"Are you under the impression that you can order me around in bed?" she asked, amused.
"We're not in bed."
"Don't be a yutz, Josh."
"I won't order you around in bed," he shrugged. "But in bathrooms..."
He reached for her again, his eyes feasting on her amazing body. She eluded his grasp, turning her back to him as she took the clip from her hair. The golden locks fell in a dizzying motion, and she stopped in front of the mirror, dropping the clip onto the counter. Josh found himself right behind her without realizing he'd moved.
Their eyes caught in the mirror. They weren't quite touching, but Josh swore he could feel the heat radiating from her skin. "You can call the shots, Donna," he whispered, leaning in to press a hot, openmouthed kiss on her neck. "I'll do anything you want as long as you let me touch you." His hands skimmed up her arms, and he watched, fascinated, as her nipples hardened.
Donna let her head fall back against his shoulder, her arms reaching behind to grasp his thighs and pull him against her. "Touch me, then."
***
Josh's hands, Donna thought, were incredible. Strong, but gentle; confident, eager, and oh-so-talented. Not unlike the man himself.
Donna watched him in the mirror, her gaze darting back and forth between the look of rapture on his face and the erotic sight of his hands sweeping along her alabaster skin. She'd never been ashamed of her body--although it certainly had its flaws--but she'd certainly never thought she'd be turned on watching herself in the mirror. She figured she'd be self-conscious.
Oddly, though, the sight of her body responding to Josh--the way she arched into his touch, the way her rib cage rose and fell with her harsh breaths, the way his fingers trailed along her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake--it was almost enough to bring her off.
"Why am I not surprised," Donna managed, "that you like to watch yourself?"
Josh chuckled into her neck and she shivered. "I'm watching you, Donna."
"God," she moaned. She could feel Josh's erection pressed into her lower back, and she could hear the soft moans escaping him as he worshipped her body.
"Donna," Josh muttered, feasting on her exposed neck as his hands swept over her abdomen.
"Josh," she groaned, her legs shaking with anticipation. He left one hand low on her stomach, anchoring her to him, and the other slipped lower. Donna shut her eyes against the incredible sight of his hand buried between her thighs; it was too much.
His hot skin blanketing her back, his harsh breath blowing across her neck, his erection pressed low against her spine, his fingers dancing on her clit. It was too much and not enough. She opened her eyes and caught his gaze in the mirror as she came, shuddering in his arms.
***
Josh wrapped both arms around Donna to support her. Of course, he wasn't sure how much good he was doing, considering he was trembling nearly as hard as she was. He licked and sucked at her neck, her shoulders, any part of her he could reach as she came back down from her orgasm.
"You're incredible, Donna," he told her, fascinated by the flush of her skin, the flare of her waist, the feel of her against him. Donna touched his arm and he loosened his grasp.
"Oh," she murmured as she turned in his embrace and locked her arms around his neck. "I think you might deserve some of the credit."
He pulled her against him, groaning at the skin-to-skin contact. "Just some?"
Donna backed up, her fingers trailing down his chest, tweaking his nipple before playing in the thin line of hair below his navel. Her hand grasped his erection and squeezed. "Yes," she grinned at him. "Just some. Are you going to argue with me, or are you going to shut up and enjoy?"
Her thumb swept over the head of his cock and he shuddered helplessly. It took supreme effort for him to puzzle together a sentence. "I can argue and enjoy at the same time," he managed.
Donna's hand stilled on him. "Oh, that's too bad," she said with mock disappointment. "I'm going to have to shut you up another way, huh?"
He blinked. "What are you--Oh, *god*!"
Donna grinned up at him from her new position. "You were saying?" Then she took him in her mouth. Josh's hand flailed for something to hold onto, landing on the counter as Donna's talented tongue worked him.
"Donna," he begged. "Please."
She released him with one last, openmouthed kiss on his tip, her hand still wrapped tight around the base of his erection. "Please what?"
He grabbed her wrist. "You're going to have to stop that right now."
Donna pursed her lips and pouted. "But you taste good."
"God," he groaned, yanking her to her feet and reciting the Bill of Rights to bring himself under some semblance of control.
Donna's brow furrowed. "What are you muttering about?"
He gave her a bashful look. "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof--"
Donna burst out laughing, her body shaking against his. "The first amendment?"
He shrugged. "It was either that or..." he trailed off with a meaningful look at her lips.
She leaned up and kissed him, still smiling. "Or come in my mouth?"
"Or abridging the freedom of speech," Josh mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut, "or of the press, or of the right of the people peaceably to assemble--"
"Next time," Donna promised, her voice low and throaty. "But right now I want you inside of me."
Josh's eyes popped open and his hands tightened on her hips. "Up," he commanded, pushing her against the counter.
She beamed at him. "Can't wait?"
"Hell, no," he answered, his gaze drifting down her body as she perched on the edge of the counter and spread her legs for him. He groaned and dropped to his knees. "Change of plans," he muttered, burying his face between her thighs.
***
"God," Donna groaned, her hands clamped on the counter's edge. Her balance was precarious at best, and the sharp edge of the countertop was digging in to her thighs. Yet she couldn't seem to concentrate on anything besides Josh's nimble tongue on her clit.
She opened her eyes and glanced down, and the sight of his curly brown hair between her legs was just too erotic. Josh moaned against her sex, his fingers pressing hard against her thighs, opening her wider. He licked and sucked and nibbled at her until her back arched against the cool glass of the mirror when she came, her shouts echoing in the small bathroom.
Before she was fully aware, Josh was back on his feet, his lips on her nipple and his erection pressed against her. She wrapped her trembling legs around him and pulled his mouth to hers. "Now," she demanded, plunging her tongue in his mouth as he slid inside of her.
"Donna," Josh groaned, pulling back almost immediately. "God," he said, thrusting back into her, hard.
She was still so sensitive, still throbbing from her orgasm. He felt exquisite inside of her, rocking against her. Her hands found his ass, pulling him harder, faster, deeper.
"Donna," he grunted. "Please."
She sucked at his neck. "Come for me, Josh."
She could feel him tense against her, his muscles bunching under his sweat-slick skin. He thrust again, and then he was coming, buried deep inside of her and shouting her name.
***
After an immeasurable amount of time, Josh managed to push himself upright. He wrapped shaking arms around Donna and pulled her off of the counter to stand in front of him.
Her head leaned against his shoulder while her hands slid across his back, pressing him closer. Donna reached up and captured his mouth for a slow, sexy kiss and Josh moaned. She was amazing. Just... amazing.
"Josh?" Donna whispered, meeting his gaze.
"Yeah?" he asked, mesmerized by the feel of her warm, soft body against his.
"You're right. I do feel quite relaxed."
He beamed down at her. "I aim to please."
She rolled her eyes. "I should point something out, though..." she trailed off, giving him an expectant look.
"What?"
"Well, you *did* say you would relieve my tension three or four times..."
Josh gaped at her. "Are you kidding me?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining--"
"Damn straight you're not," he interrupted.
"I'm just saying," Donna pulled out of his arms and held his gaze. "Before dawn, I expect to feel even more relaxed than I am right now."
Josh crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh, you'll be relaxed, woman."
"Woman?" Donna snickered, pinching his ass as she stepped past him towards the tub.
"Yes," Josh answered, turning to follow her with his eyes. "Woman, as in..." She knelt beside the tub, leaning over to unplug the drain, and the lines of her back, the grace of her movements left him momentarily speechless.
Donna glanced over her shoulder. "You were saying?"
"You're gorgeous," he confessed, his tone hushed.
She gave him a shy smile as she rose to her feet. "You're not so bad yourself."
"Okay," Josh said, capturing her in his arms as she grew close. "I've got some work to do yet tonight, eh?"
"Oh, yeah."
He nodded sagely and took her hand, pulling her towards the door. "Let's get to it, then."
Donna laughed. "Wow, you're such a romantic, Josh."
"I'm task-oriented."
"Fine," she said, stopping in the hallway. "Here's a task for you: Hang those sopping wet clothes of yours over the shower rod, and meet me in my room."
"Where are you going?" he asked, his tone almost plaintive.
Donna stopped and turned back, leaning up to give him a searing kiss. "To bed. Now hurry."
Josh grinned. "Excellent."
***
THE END