Fic for helsinkibaby
By the time I manage to get this up, I hope your week from Hell is over. However, you got me writing het and, unbelievably, a pairing I love but that I've never properly written, so you might as well have it. :D
TITLE: Working Break
AUTHOR: Demon Faith
CATEGORY: Romance, Established Relationship, ‘Fluffy Fluff’
FANDOM: The West Wing
PAIRING: Sam/Donna
TIMELINE: Sometime after California 47th
SUMMARY: The first week is always the worst
NOTES: helsinkibaby is not having a good week. I am playing the role of a beacon. She asked for Sam/Donna ‘fluffy fluff’ with the line ‘The first week is always the worst.’ (Note - she also got bitten by this bunny, kinda serves her right for cackling at the thought of me writing het…)
“The first week is always the worst,” Donna said sympathetically, absently stirring her coffee with a straw and trying to balance the phone between her shoulder and her chin as she shuffled around the minutes of Josh’s next meeting.
“Donna, I’m standing in a leaky health clinic trying to persuade immigrants to take their TB medication. I’ve never heard half these words before but I don’t think they’re polite.”
Donna smiled into her coffee cup, picturing a bronzed Sam under a sombrero, his best Hill negotiations being used to cajole scowling Mexicans to unclog their lungs. It was a quaint image, one she was sure would be shattered with the first photographs he sent from his new toy, but she held on to the pure joy in his voice, the sound of contentment.
“You love it,” she said teasingly. She heard his soft sigh and held it close.
“Yeah, I do.” A pause then, she took a sip of coffee. “But I miss you.”
“California, the Border - what does it matter? As long as you don’t leave me for Evangelina…”
Sam laughed, Donna basked in the sound. “I’m never lending you those records again.”
Josh poked his head round the door and frowned. “Donna, who are talking to?”
She fixed him with a look. “Sam,” she said slowly - the ‘duh’ was silent. Josh had the good grace to look sheepish and ducked back into his office with some mumbled comment about not being too long. Donna rolled her eyes.
“You know, you’ll strain your eyes if you keep doing that.”
“Sam, how on earth do you know what my eyes are doing from all the way down there?”
“I know you. And I know Josh. Besides, I have spies in your office.”
“Spies, huh?” she said, and nonchalantly peered about her.
“Nah. The cameras are enough.”
“I hope they show you that I’m unimpressed right now. This is my unimpressed face.”
Donna wondered if he could tell she was grinning ear to ear, and then decided it didn’t really matter.
“I’ll call you later, okay? Go and handle Josh.”
She tried not to laugh and failed. “Do you want to, y’know, rephrase…”
“Donnatella,” he said, and she felt her body tense at the sultry register, “I would break him. And then I’d use his desk to ravish you.”
Hers was a man that still used words like ‘ravish’ - she tried to concentrate on that fact alone and not wonder how many people could see how red she was.
“So later then,” she said quietly, shyly.
“Take care, Donna. I love you.
It was with great reluctance that she replaced the receiver.
~
Two days later, Sam opened the door to receive the joyful kisses of one Donnatella Moss, a sombrero under her arm.
Later that evening, Sam called Josh and consoled him: “The first week is always the worst.”
TITLE: Working Break
AUTHOR: Demon Faith
CATEGORY: Romance, Established Relationship, ‘Fluffy Fluff’
FANDOM: The West Wing
PAIRING: Sam/Donna
TIMELINE: Sometime after California 47th
SUMMARY: The first week is always the worst
NOTES: helsinkibaby is not having a good week. I am playing the role of a beacon. She asked for Sam/Donna ‘fluffy fluff’ with the line ‘The first week is always the worst.’ (Note - she also got bitten by this bunny, kinda serves her right for cackling at the thought of me writing het…)
“The first week is always the worst,” Donna said sympathetically, absently stirring her coffee with a straw and trying to balance the phone between her shoulder and her chin as she shuffled around the minutes of Josh’s next meeting.
“Donna, I’m standing in a leaky health clinic trying to persuade immigrants to take their TB medication. I’ve never heard half these words before but I don’t think they’re polite.”
Donna smiled into her coffee cup, picturing a bronzed Sam under a sombrero, his best Hill negotiations being used to cajole scowling Mexicans to unclog their lungs. It was a quaint image, one she was sure would be shattered with the first photographs he sent from his new toy, but she held on to the pure joy in his voice, the sound of contentment.
“You love it,” she said teasingly. She heard his soft sigh and held it close.
“Yeah, I do.” A pause then, she took a sip of coffee. “But I miss you.”
“California, the Border - what does it matter? As long as you don’t leave me for Evangelina…”
Sam laughed, Donna basked in the sound. “I’m never lending you those records again.”
Josh poked his head round the door and frowned. “Donna, who are talking to?”
She fixed him with a look. “Sam,” she said slowly - the ‘duh’ was silent. Josh had the good grace to look sheepish and ducked back into his office with some mumbled comment about not being too long. Donna rolled her eyes.
“You know, you’ll strain your eyes if you keep doing that.”
“Sam, how on earth do you know what my eyes are doing from all the way down there?”
“I know you. And I know Josh. Besides, I have spies in your office.”
“Spies, huh?” she said, and nonchalantly peered about her.
“Nah. The cameras are enough.”
“I hope they show you that I’m unimpressed right now. This is my unimpressed face.”
Donna wondered if he could tell she was grinning ear to ear, and then decided it didn’t really matter.
“I’ll call you later, okay? Go and handle Josh.”
She tried not to laugh and failed. “Do you want to, y’know, rephrase…”
“Donnatella,” he said, and she felt her body tense at the sultry register, “I would break him. And then I’d use his desk to ravish you.”
Hers was a man that still used words like ‘ravish’ - she tried to concentrate on that fact alone and not wonder how many people could see how red she was.
“So later then,” she said quietly, shyly.
“Take care, Donna. I love you.
It was with great reluctance that she replaced the receiver.
~
Two days later, Sam opened the door to receive the joyful kisses of one Donnatella Moss, a sombrero under her arm.
Later that evening, Sam called Josh and consoled him: “The first week is always the worst.”