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Title: Fun and Games
Author: Christine
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: Josh/Donna
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Anything from Election Day to the end of the series is fair game.
Disclaimer: They belong to AS, JW, NBC, and a host of other entities. I'm just playing with them.
AN: This turned into something way different than what I intended. Much thanks to Yana and Caz for the beta and the hand-holding.
Written for dooooooom. Includes anal sex, banging your boss/co-worker, masturbation, control issues, hints of exhibitionism. YOu've been warned.
~~~
Even if Donna hadn't been wearing that sparkly, beaded navy blue gown, she would have stood out in a crowd. Everything about her shone tonight. Her hair, her smile - her whole damned being. The dress just seemed to accentuate the sparkle. Especially when she moved and the beading picked up the soft chandelier light and sent it flashing across the room.
Like it was doing right now, bringing his attention to the fact that she was still talking to Lord John Marbury, who was paying a bit more attention to her cleavage than would normally be considered polite.
He was just about to end his conversation with Senator Williams and rescue her - politeness be damned - when Donna caught his eye and he finally caught on. She wanted Lord John to notice her cleavage. More importantly, she wanted Josh to notice him noticing. It was one of the games they played at these functions, one that usually ended with them heading to the nearest locked office for a hot and hurried interlude before returning, slightly rumpled and much more relaxed, to perform their duties as representatives of the administration.
But game or no game, he refused to stand by idly while his girlfriend flirted with the crazy British Ambassador.
"Excuse me," he mumbled to the Senator as he headed off in their direction.
Reaching Donna he circled his arm possessively around her waist and nodded towards Lord John. "Ambassador."
"Joshua," the older man greeted him.
"Lord John was just telling me about the polo match he played against Prince William last year," Donna said flashing a bright smile up at him.
"Oh really? And did he also tell you he knocked him off his horse?" Josh asked.
"No, I don't believe I did," Lord John inserted smoothly. "We were interrupted by… what is your title now, my good man? Presidential Page?"
Josh gritted his teeth. "Chief of Staff."
"Ah yes! That's right. The new Gerald!" John proclaimed, before sobering just the slightest bit. "My apologies. May I extend my heartfelt condolences on your loss."
Josh nodded. "Thank you."
There was a brief silence and then John smiled again, ending the awkward moment. "The fair Donnatella was informing me of her own rise to Chief of Staff. An absolutely superb choice by the First Lady."
Josh couldn't help but notice how Marbury leaned forward as he said that, his eyes straying back to Donna's breasts. A slow smile began forming on Josh's lips and he slid his hand from Donna's waist to the bare skin of her back.
"It was, wasn't it?" Josh said. "Donnatella is very… talented."
"Yes, indeed. Her talents have always been very much in evidence."
"In fact, Donna," Josh said, "Didn't you want to talk to me about the sex education initiatives the First Lady was working on?"
She turned and beamed at him, and he knew he'd said just the right thing. "Yes, actually, she's got some new ideas that I'd love to run past you."
"Excuse us, Lord Marbury, won't you?" Josh said, smirking.
"Of course," his lordship answered, bowing slightly as Josh led Donna away.
~~~
"Where are we going?" Donna asked, laughing as Josh eagerly tugged her out of the ballroom and down the corridor towards the West Wing.
"My office," he answered, not even bothering to turn around as he spoke.
She stopped in the middle of the hallway, digging her heels in and preventing him from dragging her any further. "No."
He whirled around, mystified by her sudden refusal. "No? After all that stuff in the ballroom? The flirting and… No?"
She shook her head. "Not that close to the Oval."
"But Donna..."
"I'm serious, Josh. Not that close. Last time he almost walked in on us."
"Almost. Isn't that what you wanted?"
She blushed. "In theory."
"And now?"
"And now I'm thinking that maybe being that close to the Oval office isn't a good idea."
He frowned and blew out a breath before asking, "Where then?"
"My office," she said with a smile as she grabbed his hand and pulled him in the opposite direction.
It was his turn to dig in his heels. "Donna!"
Turning, she frowned when she noticed his pout. "What's wrong with my office?"
"You know what."
Rolling her eyes, she guessed, "The size?"
"Yessss…"
"And the fact that it's remote?"
"Yes…"
"And because you'll feel like you have no power there?"
He hesitated a second before nodding jerkily. "Yes."
"What if I promise I'll give you plenty of power?"
He huffed and then nodded grudgingly. "Fine. Lead on, milady."
~~~
"You going to close the door?" Josh asked, as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into her office.
"Nope."
"Any particular reason why?" he muttered between kisses.
"I'm living on the edge," Donna said, coaxing him over towards her desk.
Glancing back at the partially open door, he chuckled. "Leaving the door ajar is living on the edge?"
"Yes," she mumbled against his lips.
"I think we need to redefine what living on the edge means," Josh laughed. In retaliation, Donna nipped at his lower lip, causing him to laugh even harder. "No, seriously, Donna. Leaving the door ajar in a deserted wing of the White House is -"
He stopped suddenly as her fingers deftly found his growing erection, fondling it through the wool of his pants and gripping it in a way that was both painful and arousing.
"Who's laughing now?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him
"No one," he hissed as her fingers traced the sensitive head and stroked it. Releasing the fastening on his pants, she slid to her knees and gently pulled his erection free, bringing it to her lips and slowly sucking it into her mouth.
He groaned, and she tipped her head back to look up at him as she swirled her tongue over the tip.
"Uh, Donna? Not that I'm not… urgh… enjoying this, you know, a lot, but… Christ!" She skimmed her teeth ever so gently against his swollen flesh and it took everything he had not to buck his hips and come in her mouth right then and there. "DONNA!"
With innocent eyes, she peered up at him and he let out a strangled gurgle. "I'm serious!"
Releasing him from her mouth, she gave him a disgruntled look. "Josh? Do you or do you not want sex in this office?"
His head bobbed up and down enthusiastically. "I do."
"Then what's the problem?" she asked.
"I was supposed to be the one with the power here!" he complained, kicking himself for actually saying the words out loud. A beautiful woman - and not just any woman, but Donna - was on her knees before him, making him feel like this and he was complaining?
Luckily, she decided to ignore his little outburst. Favoring him with an exasperated sigh, she rose gracefully to her feet. Turning towards her desk, she rummaged around in the depths of a drawer until she found what she was looking for. With a little "aha!" of triumph, she placed a small tube of lubricant and a package of wet wipes in front of him.
Josh eyed them for a moment. "These are supposed to give me power?"
With an amused snort, she gave him a quick hard kiss. "Yes, Josh, that's exactly what they're going to do."
"I was thinking more like a scarf or a blindfold or something."
"Well, those might also have been good at giving you the power, but these are all we have to work with today."
"But… how?"
She thought for a moment. "Well, we could always try something a little different," she suggested tentatively.
He eyed her suspiciously. "What kind of something different?"
With an excruciating slowness that was guaranteed to drive him mad, she turned to face her desk again and bent over the edge of it.
"Fuck me, Josh."
~~~
The blue silk of her dress was pooled in the curve at the base of her spine, giving him an alluring view of her beautifully rounded ass and her long, luscious legs. Her bare ass and legs, he was please to note.
"Uh, Donna. -"
Craning her neck, she gave him a look over her shoulder. "Fuck me, Josh," she repeated, her voice low and husky.
All he could do was stare. This was new territory. Virgin territory, he thought. Sure, they'd been playing their little games for a while now, but until this moment it had been about meeting in unusual places or the thrill of possibly getting caught. But this? This was completely new.
"Donna, are you sure? I mean, I know I joked about it the other night, but… we don't have to do this.
"I know we don't."
"Then… why? Because if it's about the power thing -"
"No, it's because I trust you," she explained. Then she widened her stance and wiggled her bottom at him. "Josh? I'm sure. Fuck me."
Grabbing the tube of lubricant, he squirted some out, coating his cock and standing behind her, wondering how best to proceed so as not to hurt her.
When she wiggled again, he shuffled forward and cautiously eased his cock between the cheeks of her ass, groaning at how soft her skin felt against his. Then slowly, pausing at each small noise she made for fear of making her uncomfortable, he began to ease himself into her.
She was tighter than he could have ever imagined and the pressure on his cock felt exquisitely snug and arousing, making him want to buck into her hard and fast. But still… there was that niggling part of his brain that worried he would hurt her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," she breathed. "It feels… tight… but good."
"Okay."
Bracing his hands against her hips, he started to move, pulling out slightly and then pushing deeper into her. When she gasped, he immediately tried to withdraw, but she clenched her muscles tightly around him, causing him to shudder.
"I don't want to hurt you," he ground out, trying to hold on to what little control he had left.
"You're not. It feels good," she said with a strangled moan of frustration. "More."
Slowly, he pulled out a bit and then eased in again, wondering if there was any way in hell he'd be able to hold out long enough to make her feel good too.
Which was when he felt something soft brush against the base of his cock and realized that she was touching herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet cunt in time with his movements. The thought made him hotter than he could have ever possibly imagined.
"Donna… GOD." He nearly choked on the syllables as her fingers brushed against him again. Moving one of his hands from her hip, he slid it along her skin until it rested lightly on top of hers. "I want to feel you touching yourself."
He could almost picture the blush that was forming on her cheeks as she took his hand in hers and tugged it lower, until she was able to insert her fingers once again. Then she started to move them, in and out in time to his own thrusts. It fascinated him, the way she set the pace, going slow when he pulled back, faster when he pushed forward.
And the sounds she made… He could tell her climax was building. Her breathing was getting shallower, her gasps more frequent. With a groan she grasped his wrist and shoved his hand lower, urging him to take over.
He complied, sliding his hand into her hot wetness, teasing her cunt with his fingers while his cock teased her ass.
"Josh! Oh god, Josh… Josh…" He pushed harder and faster, and with a strangled groan, she shuddered, her cunt clenching around his fingers and her ass clutching at his cock as she came.
It was too much for him to take. With a cry of his own, he pumped his come over and over into her.
Too overcome to move away, let alone withdraw from her body, he eased his hand up and sagged against her while he caught his breath. When she started to shift beneath him, he lifted himself away from her, taking advantage of the wipes she had put on the desk earlier to clean himself up before pulling up his pants.
He was just fastening his belt when he glanced up and managed to catch a glimpse of Donna's thighs before her she lowered her gown over them.
"Donna!"
She turned to him, all wide-eyed and confused. "What?"
Gesturing toward the lower half of her body, he exclaimed. "Your… you… there are bruises!"
Lifting her skirt again, she looked down at the faint purple marks that were already beginning to show on the pale skin of her thighs. With a defiant look, she raised her head and faced him. "No."
"No?" he asked, incredulous. "You said I wasn't hurting you, Donna! But there are bruises! I don't think that's something you get to say no about!"
"You didn't hurt me," she told him firmly. "You did the exact opposite."
"Then how do you explain those bruises?" he asked, pointing at her legs again.
"I explain them by pointing out that we were bent over a desk a few moments ago and that perhaps the desk had something to do with them, not you."
He was about to object again, when she cut him off with a kiss and a stern warning. "Don't you dare apologize. Not after what we just did."
"Fine. But that's the last time we use the desk. I don't want you getting bruised every time we do something like this."
"So we will be doing this again?" she asked, a mischievous smile forming.
"Possibly," he told her. "But not against the desk!"
"Fine. We can still use the wall and the office chairs and my couch," she ticked off on her fingers.
Josh paused in tucking his shirt into his pants. "I think you enjoy these games of ours just a little too much."
Donna smiled and moved closer to him, her nimble fingers going to work on his tie as he finished with his shirt. "And you don't?"
"I never said that."
Chuckling, she slid the silk into place. "That's what I thought." A final tug and the tie was perfect. "So, do you think Lord John followed us up here?"
"Does it matter?"
"No, not really," she replied. "But if he'd been watching…"
"If he'd been watching, he would have absolutely no doubts at all about all your talents," Josh assured her. "And no doubt that you are completely and thoroughly mine."
"Yours?"
"Yes," he growled, pulling her to him and kissing her hard. "In every way now."
"I guess I am," she remarked, grinning at him.
*The End*
Author: Christine
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: Josh/Donna
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Anything from Election Day to the end of the series is fair game.
Disclaimer: They belong to AS, JW, NBC, and a host of other entities. I'm just playing with them.
AN: This turned into something way different than what I intended. Much thanks to Yana and Caz for the beta and the hand-holding.
Written for dooooooom. Includes anal sex, banging your boss/co-worker, masturbation, control issues, hints of exhibitionism. YOu've been warned.
~~~
Even if Donna hadn't been wearing that sparkly, beaded navy blue gown, she would have stood out in a crowd. Everything about her shone tonight. Her hair, her smile - her whole damned being. The dress just seemed to accentuate the sparkle. Especially when she moved and the beading picked up the soft chandelier light and sent it flashing across the room.
Like it was doing right now, bringing his attention to the fact that she was still talking to Lord John Marbury, who was paying a bit more attention to her cleavage than would normally be considered polite.
He was just about to end his conversation with Senator Williams and rescue her - politeness be damned - when Donna caught his eye and he finally caught on. She wanted Lord John to notice her cleavage. More importantly, she wanted Josh to notice him noticing. It was one of the games they played at these functions, one that usually ended with them heading to the nearest locked office for a hot and hurried interlude before returning, slightly rumpled and much more relaxed, to perform their duties as representatives of the administration.
But game or no game, he refused to stand by idly while his girlfriend flirted with the crazy British Ambassador.
"Excuse me," he mumbled to the Senator as he headed off in their direction.
Reaching Donna he circled his arm possessively around her waist and nodded towards Lord John. "Ambassador."
"Joshua," the older man greeted him.
"Lord John was just telling me about the polo match he played against Prince William last year," Donna said flashing a bright smile up at him.
"Oh really? And did he also tell you he knocked him off his horse?" Josh asked.
"No, I don't believe I did," Lord John inserted smoothly. "We were interrupted by… what is your title now, my good man? Presidential Page?"
Josh gritted his teeth. "Chief of Staff."
"Ah yes! That's right. The new Gerald!" John proclaimed, before sobering just the slightest bit. "My apologies. May I extend my heartfelt condolences on your loss."
Josh nodded. "Thank you."
There was a brief silence and then John smiled again, ending the awkward moment. "The fair Donnatella was informing me of her own rise to Chief of Staff. An absolutely superb choice by the First Lady."
Josh couldn't help but notice how Marbury leaned forward as he said that, his eyes straying back to Donna's breasts. A slow smile began forming on Josh's lips and he slid his hand from Donna's waist to the bare skin of her back.
"It was, wasn't it?" Josh said. "Donnatella is very… talented."
"Yes, indeed. Her talents have always been very much in evidence."
"In fact, Donna," Josh said, "Didn't you want to talk to me about the sex education initiatives the First Lady was working on?"
She turned and beamed at him, and he knew he'd said just the right thing. "Yes, actually, she's got some new ideas that I'd love to run past you."
"Excuse us, Lord Marbury, won't you?" Josh said, smirking.
"Of course," his lordship answered, bowing slightly as Josh led Donna away.
~~~
"Where are we going?" Donna asked, laughing as Josh eagerly tugged her out of the ballroom and down the corridor towards the West Wing.
"My office," he answered, not even bothering to turn around as he spoke.
She stopped in the middle of the hallway, digging her heels in and preventing him from dragging her any further. "No."
He whirled around, mystified by her sudden refusal. "No? After all that stuff in the ballroom? The flirting and… No?"
She shook her head. "Not that close to the Oval."
"But Donna..."
"I'm serious, Josh. Not that close. Last time he almost walked in on us."
"Almost. Isn't that what you wanted?"
She blushed. "In theory."
"And now?"
"And now I'm thinking that maybe being that close to the Oval office isn't a good idea."
He frowned and blew out a breath before asking, "Where then?"
"My office," she said with a smile as she grabbed his hand and pulled him in the opposite direction.
It was his turn to dig in his heels. "Donna!"
Turning, she frowned when she noticed his pout. "What's wrong with my office?"
"You know what."
Rolling her eyes, she guessed, "The size?"
"Yessss…"
"And the fact that it's remote?"
"Yes…"
"And because you'll feel like you have no power there?"
He hesitated a second before nodding jerkily. "Yes."
"What if I promise I'll give you plenty of power?"
He huffed and then nodded grudgingly. "Fine. Lead on, milady."
~~~
"You going to close the door?" Josh asked, as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into her office.
"Nope."
"Any particular reason why?" he muttered between kisses.
"I'm living on the edge," Donna said, coaxing him over towards her desk.
Glancing back at the partially open door, he chuckled. "Leaving the door ajar is living on the edge?"
"Yes," she mumbled against his lips.
"I think we need to redefine what living on the edge means," Josh laughed. In retaliation, Donna nipped at his lower lip, causing him to laugh even harder. "No, seriously, Donna. Leaving the door ajar in a deserted wing of the White House is -"
He stopped suddenly as her fingers deftly found his growing erection, fondling it through the wool of his pants and gripping it in a way that was both painful and arousing.
"Who's laughing now?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him
"No one," he hissed as her fingers traced the sensitive head and stroked it. Releasing the fastening on his pants, she slid to her knees and gently pulled his erection free, bringing it to her lips and slowly sucking it into her mouth.
He groaned, and she tipped her head back to look up at him as she swirled her tongue over the tip.
"Uh, Donna? Not that I'm not… urgh… enjoying this, you know, a lot, but… Christ!" She skimmed her teeth ever so gently against his swollen flesh and it took everything he had not to buck his hips and come in her mouth right then and there. "DONNA!"
With innocent eyes, she peered up at him and he let out a strangled gurgle. "I'm serious!"
Releasing him from her mouth, she gave him a disgruntled look. "Josh? Do you or do you not want sex in this office?"
His head bobbed up and down enthusiastically. "I do."
"Then what's the problem?" she asked.
"I was supposed to be the one with the power here!" he complained, kicking himself for actually saying the words out loud. A beautiful woman - and not just any woman, but Donna - was on her knees before him, making him feel like this and he was complaining?
Luckily, she decided to ignore his little outburst. Favoring him with an exasperated sigh, she rose gracefully to her feet. Turning towards her desk, she rummaged around in the depths of a drawer until she found what she was looking for. With a little "aha!" of triumph, she placed a small tube of lubricant and a package of wet wipes in front of him.
Josh eyed them for a moment. "These are supposed to give me power?"
With an amused snort, she gave him a quick hard kiss. "Yes, Josh, that's exactly what they're going to do."
"I was thinking more like a scarf or a blindfold or something."
"Well, those might also have been good at giving you the power, but these are all we have to work with today."
"But… how?"
She thought for a moment. "Well, we could always try something a little different," she suggested tentatively.
He eyed her suspiciously. "What kind of something different?"
With an excruciating slowness that was guaranteed to drive him mad, she turned to face her desk again and bent over the edge of it.
"Fuck me, Josh."
~~~
The blue silk of her dress was pooled in the curve at the base of her spine, giving him an alluring view of her beautifully rounded ass and her long, luscious legs. Her bare ass and legs, he was please to note.
"Uh, Donna. -"
Craning her neck, she gave him a look over her shoulder. "Fuck me, Josh," she repeated, her voice low and husky.
All he could do was stare. This was new territory. Virgin territory, he thought. Sure, they'd been playing their little games for a while now, but until this moment it had been about meeting in unusual places or the thrill of possibly getting caught. But this? This was completely new.
"Donna, are you sure? I mean, I know I joked about it the other night, but… we don't have to do this.
"I know we don't."
"Then… why? Because if it's about the power thing -"
"No, it's because I trust you," she explained. Then she widened her stance and wiggled her bottom at him. "Josh? I'm sure. Fuck me."
Grabbing the tube of lubricant, he squirted some out, coating his cock and standing behind her, wondering how best to proceed so as not to hurt her.
When she wiggled again, he shuffled forward and cautiously eased his cock between the cheeks of her ass, groaning at how soft her skin felt against his. Then slowly, pausing at each small noise she made for fear of making her uncomfortable, he began to ease himself into her.
She was tighter than he could have ever imagined and the pressure on his cock felt exquisitely snug and arousing, making him want to buck into her hard and fast. But still… there was that niggling part of his brain that worried he would hurt her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," she breathed. "It feels… tight… but good."
"Okay."
Bracing his hands against her hips, he started to move, pulling out slightly and then pushing deeper into her. When she gasped, he immediately tried to withdraw, but she clenched her muscles tightly around him, causing him to shudder.
"I don't want to hurt you," he ground out, trying to hold on to what little control he had left.
"You're not. It feels good," she said with a strangled moan of frustration. "More."
Slowly, he pulled out a bit and then eased in again, wondering if there was any way in hell he'd be able to hold out long enough to make her feel good too.
Which was when he felt something soft brush against the base of his cock and realized that she was touching herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet cunt in time with his movements. The thought made him hotter than he could have ever possibly imagined.
"Donna… GOD." He nearly choked on the syllables as her fingers brushed against him again. Moving one of his hands from her hip, he slid it along her skin until it rested lightly on top of hers. "I want to feel you touching yourself."
He could almost picture the blush that was forming on her cheeks as she took his hand in hers and tugged it lower, until she was able to insert her fingers once again. Then she started to move them, in and out in time to his own thrusts. It fascinated him, the way she set the pace, going slow when he pulled back, faster when he pushed forward.
And the sounds she made… He could tell her climax was building. Her breathing was getting shallower, her gasps more frequent. With a groan she grasped his wrist and shoved his hand lower, urging him to take over.
He complied, sliding his hand into her hot wetness, teasing her cunt with his fingers while his cock teased her ass.
"Josh! Oh god, Josh… Josh…" He pushed harder and faster, and with a strangled groan, she shuddered, her cunt clenching around his fingers and her ass clutching at his cock as she came.
It was too much for him to take. With a cry of his own, he pumped his come over and over into her.
Too overcome to move away, let alone withdraw from her body, he eased his hand up and sagged against her while he caught his breath. When she started to shift beneath him, he lifted himself away from her, taking advantage of the wipes she had put on the desk earlier to clean himself up before pulling up his pants.
He was just fastening his belt when he glanced up and managed to catch a glimpse of Donna's thighs before her she lowered her gown over them.
"Donna!"
She turned to him, all wide-eyed and confused. "What?"
Gesturing toward the lower half of her body, he exclaimed. "Your… you… there are bruises!"
Lifting her skirt again, she looked down at the faint purple marks that were already beginning to show on the pale skin of her thighs. With a defiant look, she raised her head and faced him. "No."
"No?" he asked, incredulous. "You said I wasn't hurting you, Donna! But there are bruises! I don't think that's something you get to say no about!"
"You didn't hurt me," she told him firmly. "You did the exact opposite."
"Then how do you explain those bruises?" he asked, pointing at her legs again.
"I explain them by pointing out that we were bent over a desk a few moments ago and that perhaps the desk had something to do with them, not you."
He was about to object again, when she cut him off with a kiss and a stern warning. "Don't you dare apologize. Not after what we just did."
"Fine. But that's the last time we use the desk. I don't want you getting bruised every time we do something like this."
"So we will be doing this again?" she asked, a mischievous smile forming.
"Possibly," he told her. "But not against the desk!"
"Fine. We can still use the wall and the office chairs and my couch," she ticked off on her fingers.
Josh paused in tucking his shirt into his pants. "I think you enjoy these games of ours just a little too much."
Donna smiled and moved closer to him, her nimble fingers going to work on his tie as he finished with his shirt. "And you don't?"
"I never said that."
Chuckling, she slid the silk into place. "That's what I thought." A final tug and the tie was perfect. "So, do you think Lord John followed us up here?"
"Does it matter?"
"No, not really," she replied. "But if he'd been watching…"
"If he'd been watching, he would have absolutely no doubts at all about all your talents," Josh assured her. "And no doubt that you are completely and thoroughly mine."
"Yours?"
"Yes," he growled, pulling her to him and kissing her hard. "In every way now."
"I guess I am," she remarked, grinning at him.
*The End*