Ficlet: Driving Slow on Sunday Morning
Title: Driving Slow on Sunday Morning
Author: Me, ladychi
Fandom: West Wing
Pairing: Josh/Donna
Rating: Teen
Summary: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, tosca1390! For you, (a day and some change late) a fic in which Josh gets a brilliant idea! As close to schmoop as I'll ever get in this fandom...
Driving Slow on Sunday Morning
The cell phone rings at 4:30 a.m. It's not a ring that can easily be ignored, either. It's one of those persistent, high-pitched, whiny-ass ring tones that tickle some part of his brain that sends a tingle all the way down his spine. Not in a good way.
“Josh, are you going to get that?” It's a marvel, he thinks, how Donna can sound simultaneously sexy, just fresh from sleep, and annoying, because she's talking when all he wants to do is hit the silent button on the damn phone and go back to sleep.
“I'm thinking about it,” he says briefly, and rubs at his eyes. The phone won't shut off and he's awake anyway, so he snatches it, flips it open viciously and snarls. “Lyman. What?”
Some scared intern is on the other end of the phone, asking a question that could have been answered by any other person on staff, only... he checks his watch. Yes. It's the fourth of July, and that scared intern is the only one in the office. Donna shifts, sitting up, mouths “be nice”, and moves away from their bed to the bathroom. The only thing he can think is that it's the fourth of July, it's Sunday, and he's on the phone at 4:30 a.m.
When finally he hangs up the phone, Donna is carefully lathering on lotion. She does this with the same precision that she does everything else, squeezing an exact amount of the cream onto her hand and then applying it in smooth, even strokes, all the way down her long, long legs to the top of her feet and back up to her thighs.
“You know, when we're old, I'm sure I'm going to find that irritating,” Josh mutters, dropping a kiss on her shoulder and heading into the bathroom himself.
“You're already old, Joshua,” Donna calls back, and he can hear the thunk and snick of drawers on her nightstand opening and shutting while she searches for something.
Something clicks in his brain, and he stops applying shaving cream to his face and washing his hands to stick his head out of the bathroom. “Let's take a day off.”
“Josh. It's the fourth of July. National holiday. Fireworks. Beer. Hot dogs, of the kosher variety because you only choose to be Jewish when it's a pain in the ass... We're already taking a day off. Remember?”
“Of course I remember.” Josh wiped his chin off with a towel and smirked at her. “I'm just saying - let's call Sam and cancel our plans. We don't ever just - hang.”
Donna made a face. “Did you actually just say 'hang'? You do realize you're coming up on the near side of fifty, right? You can't just drop words like 'hang' into every day conversation.”
“I'm trying to be romantic and you're shutting me down! Donna.” Josh walked over to the bed and framed her face with his hands. “Let's spend the whole day... in bed.”
Donna considered this for a moment. “Turn off the alarm?”
“Yes.”
“Put the cell phone on vibrate?”
“Absolutely.”
“Such the curtains, sleep in?”
“You're singing my song!”
“Maybe... we can...” Donna gestures with her hands, a flirtatious grin on her face.
“Certainly.” Josh bends his head and kisses her, appreciating her clever tongue for more than just its prowess with insults as they settle into a rhythm. “Actually, let's start that portion of the day now, shall we?”
“Absolutely,” Donna says on a moan, and thereafter finds talking a bit too difficult to manage...
Author: Me, ladychi
Fandom: West Wing
Pairing: Josh/Donna
Rating: Teen
Summary: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, tosca1390! For you, (a day and some change late) a fic in which Josh gets a brilliant idea! As close to schmoop as I'll ever get in this fandom...
Driving Slow on Sunday Morning
The cell phone rings at 4:30 a.m. It's not a ring that can easily be ignored, either. It's one of those persistent, high-pitched, whiny-ass ring tones that tickle some part of his brain that sends a tingle all the way down his spine. Not in a good way.
“Josh, are you going to get that?” It's a marvel, he thinks, how Donna can sound simultaneously sexy, just fresh from sleep, and annoying, because she's talking when all he wants to do is hit the silent button on the damn phone and go back to sleep.
“I'm thinking about it,” he says briefly, and rubs at his eyes. The phone won't shut off and he's awake anyway, so he snatches it, flips it open viciously and snarls. “Lyman. What?”
Some scared intern is on the other end of the phone, asking a question that could have been answered by any other person on staff, only... he checks his watch. Yes. It's the fourth of July, and that scared intern is the only one in the office. Donna shifts, sitting up, mouths “be nice”, and moves away from their bed to the bathroom. The only thing he can think is that it's the fourth of July, it's Sunday, and he's on the phone at 4:30 a.m.
When finally he hangs up the phone, Donna is carefully lathering on lotion. She does this with the same precision that she does everything else, squeezing an exact amount of the cream onto her hand and then applying it in smooth, even strokes, all the way down her long, long legs to the top of her feet and back up to her thighs.
“You know, when we're old, I'm sure I'm going to find that irritating,” Josh mutters, dropping a kiss on her shoulder and heading into the bathroom himself.
“You're already old, Joshua,” Donna calls back, and he can hear the thunk and snick of drawers on her nightstand opening and shutting while she searches for something.
Something clicks in his brain, and he stops applying shaving cream to his face and washing his hands to stick his head out of the bathroom. “Let's take a day off.”
“Josh. It's the fourth of July. National holiday. Fireworks. Beer. Hot dogs, of the kosher variety because you only choose to be Jewish when it's a pain in the ass... We're already taking a day off. Remember?”
“Of course I remember.” Josh wiped his chin off with a towel and smirked at her. “I'm just saying - let's call Sam and cancel our plans. We don't ever just - hang.”
Donna made a face. “Did you actually just say 'hang'? You do realize you're coming up on the near side of fifty, right? You can't just drop words like 'hang' into every day conversation.”
“I'm trying to be romantic and you're shutting me down! Donna.” Josh walked over to the bed and framed her face with his hands. “Let's spend the whole day... in bed.”
Donna considered this for a moment. “Turn off the alarm?”
“Yes.”
“Put the cell phone on vibrate?”
“Absolutely.”
“Such the curtains, sleep in?”
“You're singing my song!”
“Maybe... we can...” Donna gestures with her hands, a flirtatious grin on her face.
“Certainly.” Josh bends his head and kisses her, appreciating her clever tongue for more than just its prowess with insults as they settle into a rhythm. “Actually, let's start that portion of the day now, shall we?”
“Absolutely,” Donna says on a moan, and thereafter finds talking a bit too difficult to manage...