[The West Wing] In This Oval Office
A/N: Written for Vagina Fest 09. The prompt was forbidden. Basically, just smut. And my attempt at Sorkin Dialogue. Meep.
In This Oval Office
The West Wing. Josh/Donna, 578 words, Adult.
"To be honest, Donna, I'm not exactly comfortable with doing it in front of the Great Emancipator."
"I'd just like to reiterate how very much I think this is a bad idea."
"Josh, I heard you the first seventeen times. Now take off your pants."
She reaches for his belt buckle, but he pulls away from her. "What if someone catches us? If this gets out, the Republicans will have a field day."
Donna sighs, exasperated. "Here I am, seducing you in the Oval Office and all you can think about is politics. And besides, who would catch us? The President's in Israel, the Vice President's in Oregon and the First Lady's staying at the Huston residence. It's just you and me and that painting of Lincoln."
"To be honest, Donna, I'm not exactly comfortable with doing it in front of the Great Emancipator."
"I'm sure he won't mind." She beings undressing, and soon is standing before him in nothing but her underwear. She sits on the desk, leans back and licks her lips. "Well?"
"Okay, scantily-clad blonde sitting on the President's desk in the Oval Office? Have you been visiting my fifteen-year old self's subconscious recently?"
"Let's just say I have a pretty good idea of what you like."
He swallows thickly. "Yeah."
"Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"I think now would be a good time to take off your pants." She leans forward and begins undoing his belt, this time to somewhat greater success.
"I think I'm beginning to see the positives in this situation."
"I thought you might." She pushes a hand into his pants and he inhales sharply.
---
Josh's tongue flicks against her clit and her hips buck involuntarily. She grips the desk, biting her lip as he eases a finger into her. "Oh, God," she breathes. Donna has never been noisy during sex, but she is enthusiastic nonetheless. "Josh, please..."
It's been far, far too long. She had forgotten how good he is at this. Over the past few months, they've been far too tired and overworked for anything other than falling asleep, but now. Now.
He circles her clit with his tongue again, and she can't hold on any longer, coming with a gasp of air and a low moan. "God. That was... wow. Yeah."
Josh stands so he is at eye-level, and he leans forward and kisses her. She can taste herself on his tongue. (She doesn't care.) He looks achingly hard, and wraps her legs around his waist, letting him push slowly inside her.
Still riding the aftershocks of her last orgasm, Donna is already on the edge of climax, her entire body tingling with sensation. His thrusts are slow and purposeful, taking his time, watching her face. She can barely hang on, and when he lowers his hand, brushing fingers over her clit, she feels herself explode, clinging onto him as if letting go would end the world. He does not last much longer, whispering her name over and over into her neck when he comes.
"I've missed this," he groans, leaning his forehead against hers. "I've missed you."
---
"Now," says Donna, buttoning her blouse. "That wasn't too bad, was it? Having sex in our country's most sacred office?"
"No, it was good," he says. His hair is a mess, his shirt unbuttoned and loose and to Donna, he's never looked better. "Really good. You remember the part where I said it was a bad idea? I've reviewed the facts and in light of new information, I think I can conclude that I was very, very wrong."
She laughs, stepping closer to help him with his own buttons. "So," she says, grinning shamelessly. "How do you feel about the Situation Room?"
*
In This Oval Office
The West Wing. Josh/Donna, 578 words, Adult.
"To be honest, Donna, I'm not exactly comfortable with doing it in front of the Great Emancipator."
"I'd just like to reiterate how very much I think this is a bad idea."
"Josh, I heard you the first seventeen times. Now take off your pants."
She reaches for his belt buckle, but he pulls away from her. "What if someone catches us? If this gets out, the Republicans will have a field day."
Donna sighs, exasperated. "Here I am, seducing you in the Oval Office and all you can think about is politics. And besides, who would catch us? The President's in Israel, the Vice President's in Oregon and the First Lady's staying at the Huston residence. It's just you and me and that painting of Lincoln."
"To be honest, Donna, I'm not exactly comfortable with doing it in front of the Great Emancipator."
"I'm sure he won't mind." She beings undressing, and soon is standing before him in nothing but her underwear. She sits on the desk, leans back and licks her lips. "Well?"
"Okay, scantily-clad blonde sitting on the President's desk in the Oval Office? Have you been visiting my fifteen-year old self's subconscious recently?"
"Let's just say I have a pretty good idea of what you like."
He swallows thickly. "Yeah."
"Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"I think now would be a good time to take off your pants." She leans forward and begins undoing his belt, this time to somewhat greater success.
"I think I'm beginning to see the positives in this situation."
"I thought you might." She pushes a hand into his pants and he inhales sharply.
---
Josh's tongue flicks against her clit and her hips buck involuntarily. She grips the desk, biting her lip as he eases a finger into her. "Oh, God," she breathes. Donna has never been noisy during sex, but she is enthusiastic nonetheless. "Josh, please..."
It's been far, far too long. She had forgotten how good he is at this. Over the past few months, they've been far too tired and overworked for anything other than falling asleep, but now. Now.
He circles her clit with his tongue again, and she can't hold on any longer, coming with a gasp of air and a low moan. "God. That was... wow. Yeah."
Josh stands so he is at eye-level, and he leans forward and kisses her. She can taste herself on his tongue. (She doesn't care.) He looks achingly hard, and wraps her legs around his waist, letting him push slowly inside her.
Still riding the aftershocks of her last orgasm, Donna is already on the edge of climax, her entire body tingling with sensation. His thrusts are slow and purposeful, taking his time, watching her face. She can barely hang on, and when he lowers his hand, brushing fingers over her clit, she feels herself explode, clinging onto him as if letting go would end the world. He does not last much longer, whispering her name over and over into her neck when he comes.
"I've missed this," he groans, leaning his forehead against hers. "I've missed you."
---
"Now," says Donna, buttoning her blouse. "That wasn't too bad, was it? Having sex in our country's most sacred office?"
"No, it was good," he says. His hair is a mess, his shirt unbuttoned and loose and to Donna, he's never looked better. "Really good. You remember the part where I said it was a bad idea? I've reviewed the facts and in light of new information, I think I can conclude that I was very, very wrong."
She laughs, stepping closer to help him with his own buttons. "So," she says, grinning shamelessly. "How do you feel about the Situation Room?"
*