FF: Cures for Insomnia Part 2
Title: Cures for Insomnia Part 2 (of 2)
Author: Quaggy
Category: Post-Ep for Artic Radar
Disclaimer: I do not own The West Wing or any West Wing characters.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This is my take on the little cliff hanger we left you on last time. Please read Part 1… then go over to
caz963 to read her ending!
She wasn’t there. The hallway was completely deserted.
He ducked back into his apartment to grab his keys, before the door had a chance to swing closed and lock him out. Nothing like getting locked out of your apartment in your underwear. Of course, racing down the hall in your underwear wasn’t much better. Well, the neighbors were just going to have to be shocked!
Then again, there was probably very little that would surprise his neighbors. They were used to him doing dumb stuff by now. Hell, he’d once gone to get a pizza wearing his Scooby Doo boxers. (Sam bet him ten bucks he wouldn’t do it.) At least he was wearing a perfectly respectable blue and white striped pair right now. As if there was anything respectable about tearing down the hall in your underwear after your assistant so you could drag her back into your apartment and do unspeakable things to her.
He made it to the front door having seen absolutely no sign of Donna. It was like she’d never been there at all. Only the small shred of his remaining sanity and his fear of CJ’s wrath kept him from barreling out into the cold in search of her.
She got away.
But he would see her in a just few hours and then it would be a whole new ballgame. There was no way that she could ignore what just happened.
He couldn’t wait.
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It had been a relatively quiet morning. Nothing too unusual had developed and Leo was starting to believe that they could actually make it though a day without someone doing something that would make him want to drag out a baseball bat. But then Josh appeared at his door with a look on his face that dispelled that delusion.
“Leo? You got a minute?”
“Yeah. What do you want?”
Josh didn’t answer, but carefully shut the door behind him. Then he crossed over to Margaret’s door… and after a moment’s hesitation, locked it.
“Josh..?” Leo questioned, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead.
Josh, wandering around the room, didn’t respond right away.
“Okay… Either something is wrong with me or… well… something’s just wrong!”
“Josh, we all know that something’s wrong with you.”
“No. I mean, I may be having hallucinations… which could mean a mental… thing or something.”
“Josh, could you please get to the point like a normal person?”
“Ok, so last night Donna went out on a date with Jack Reece …”
“Josh, is this is going to be one of those idiotic conversations than make me wish for an international crisis just so I can get away?”
“Probably.”
Josh stopped pacing and looked directly at his boss. With a sigh, Leo waved his hand and Josh resumed prowling around his office.
"So, she goes out on this date and everything is normal, right? See… the thing is… I could have sworn that Donna showed up at my place wearing cow pajamas at a ridiculously early hour this morning! I mean... I know she did...At least I think, she did... Except she's acting totally normal... She didn't even flinch when I mentioned dancing cows in passing! Do you know how hard it was to find a casual way to mention dancing cows?!
“Wait… Please tell me you did not just say that Donna was wearing cow pajamas. I could have lived a happy life not knowing that.”
“I think... Leo... Could this all be in my head?”
“Quite probably.”
“Have I finally snapped?”
“Again, quite probably. You haven't been drinking, have you?”
“No! There was nothing remotely mind altering in my body… as far as I know. I don't even think I was asleep yet! Well, I guess I could have been… I could have dreamed all that. But I’m sure I wasn’t asleep. I think.”
“Josh, let me see if I can recap, in an attempt to bring a speedy end to this very painful conversation. Donna showed up at your place at an ungodly hour wearing cow pajamas. Right?”
“Yes. They had little tutus on and everything.”
“Oh, for the love of God… spare me the details. Please. So, she showed up, you went to bed together and now she’s acting like nothing happened.”
“Right. Wait! No! We didn’t… No!!!”
“So nothing happened other than Donna showing up at your apartment?”
“Umm…”
“Josh… just tell me what happened, okay?”
“Well… she… I mean, I…. we kissed. I think.”
“You think? You don’t know?”
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, yes, we did. Unless, it’s all one big hallucination because I’m having a brain … thing.”
“Keep this up, Josh, and I'm going to be the one with the brain thing! Okay… Let’s just assume that you’re not troubled by some sort of mental impairment. Though the jury’s still out on that one. What's the problem?”
“I mean... she's not acting like she remembers any of this at all!”
“And I take it you don’t think that’s a good thing?”
Josh collapsed into a chair beside Leo’s desk.
“I just figured that if we ever kissed it would be something worth remembering.”
“Finally!” Leo shouted as he threw hands into the air.
“Wh-what?”
“Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to admit that?!”
“Admit what? I haven't...”
“Do you like Donna... yes or no?”
“Should I be passing you a note in class?” Josh smirked.
“Do not test my already severely strained patience.”
“Yeah...” he replied, slumping down in his chair. “I like her. A lot.”
“Well then. Good.” And incredibly, a grin spread across Leo’s face.
“Good?”
“Josh, you and Donna have a relationship built on trust and mutual respect. There is no greater foundation for a marriage. And she lives and breathes politics! Can't say either the President or I were as lucky in that regard. And understand that I'm not saying Abbey Barrington was anything less than the best thing that ever happened to Jed Bartlet!”
“Ummm… Don’t you think it’s a little early to be talking marriage considering I haven’t even asked her out yet?” Josh asked, a little stunned… but surprisingly calm.
“No, it’s not. Because I know you and I knew Noah Lyman. Once you’ve given your heart, that’s it. And you gave her your heart a long time ago, didn’t you, son?”
Josh paused and ran his hand over his face. “Yeah… but, Leo…”
“Yeah?”
“She's - umm… I mean…. She's my assistant.”
“Yeah, we're gonna have to do something about that. Would she agree to be transferred?”
“I have no idea. I mean, I don't know if she... well, if she - likes me. You think I should ask her?”
“Oh, for God's sake, Josh, do I look like the camp counselor? Look... she showed up at your apartment wearing cow pajamas!”
“Allegedly! I still say I might be having a nervous break down.”
“Josh, did she show up at you apartment or not?”
“Yeah… but that was to yell at me!”
“You think she'd yell at you like that if she didn't like you?
“She yells at me all the time!”
Leo was looking at him with that pissed off “how did you even figure out how to breathe?” look he usually reserved for when someone was being particularly boneheaded.
“Wait…you’re saying she does it because she likes me?”
“Isn’t it nice that you found someone who has the same emotional maturity that you do? Just have her stop by before you leave for the day. I’ll have the papers she’ll need to sign ready to go.”
Josh really had no response for that and Leo decided the novelty of seeing Josh Lyman at a loss for words was almost enough to make up for that particularly mind numbing conversation.
“Are you still here?” Leo barked.
“No… I mean, I’ll just be going,” Josh said as he sprang to his feet and turned to leave.
“Josh!”
“Yeah?”
“Unlock Margaret’s door!”
“Right.”
It was only after Josh finally disappeared that Leo allowed himself to laugh.
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The way out of this fiasco was to act as if nothing had ever happened.
Once Donna had gotten back to her apartment, she had done her best to mentally prepare herself to see Josh in morning. Well, it wasn’t like she was going to get any sleep. And it was far more proactive than obsessing over what kind of idiot she’d made of herself… because, really, she must have lost her mind to have done what she’d done last night. Going over there. The kissing. The cow pajamas. No. She couldn’t think about that or she would undo all of the good work she’d done so far today.
She’d decided that the best course would be to act as normal as possible. As if she had gone to bed last night and stayed there. She schooled herself not to react to the cow line she knew was Josh was bound to try to fit into the conversation somehow. Thank God she had an iron will because the sheer talent that it took for him to slip dancing cows into a discussion about the budget was a work of art that deserved to be hung in the National Gallery.
The idea was to act as if nothing was wrong and hope Josh would take her cue and the plan was working even better than she could have hoped. After dodging some perplexed looks this morning, she was pretty sure she was safe. Because now he was acting like nothing had happened. He seemed a little on edge when he came out of a meeting with Leo, so maybe there was something distracting him from what had happened last night.
She didn’t want to think about how depressed that made her feel.
Everything went smoothly until late in the day. They were in Josh’s office with the door closed finishing some paper work, when Josh leaned back in his chair, stretching out his spine, signaling it was time to take a break.
“So… you going to see Commander Wonderful again tonight?”
“Possibly. Why?”
"Because if you are, I'd just as soon you skip that part and go straight to the part where you come over wearing the cow jammies... Or what comes after you lose the cow jammies, if you’d rather. But if that’s the option you’re going for, I think it would be a good idea if you put in for a transfer with Leo first because it avoids the whole ‘ancient boss dating his beautiful young assistant’ thing.”
Donna was absolutely speechless. She’d thought she was safe, danmit! He wasn’t supposed to go there!
“What… what are you talking about?!” she stammered.
Josh smirked. “Like you could possibly forget. I believe that kiss alone was pretty much amnesia proof!” The smirk transformed into a suggestive leer. “It makes me wonder what the rest is going to be like!”
“And what makes you think that “the rest” is gonna happen?” she demanded, indignation shaking her out of her witlessness.
Josh tilted his head and grinned knowingly. “Donna... I saw you in your cow jammies. In some cultures that practically makes us married!!! All I have to do is let you see me in my Scooby Doo boxers... Oh - wait! You have!!”
“Josh... it's not like I planned on seeing you in your Scooby Doo boxers!”
“You say that now...”
“I didn't expect you to open your door in your underwear!”
“It was 2am, Donna - what did you expect?”
She frowned a little. “I dunno… pajamas?”
“Those were my pajamas!”
“Well, I know that now!”
“And what is it with you and the 2AM visits?”
“It was on the campaign trail, Josh! At 2AM, the night was just getting started! How was I supposed to know you were going to have an "early" night?”
He sat forward in his chair, looking far too pleased with himself. “Okay, fine. But the point is you started this either way and now you have to pay the price and make on honest man out of me! But I’ll understand if you’d like to date a little first.” And now he just looked smug.
Donna was out of her depth. It was bad enough he’d rattled her into folding. Bad enough he was now teasing her about sex and underwear in a far more… intimate way than he’d ever done before, Catholic schoolgirl uniforms notwithstanding. But he’d just made an allusion to marriage… their marriage… and she didn’t know where to take the conversation from there.
It must have shown in her face, because Josh dropped all the teasing. He got to his feet and circled around his desk to crouch in front of her, placing his hands on the arms of her chair.
“Donna, you said those stories I told about you made you look bad, but they don’t. I swear they don’t. You’re smart and funny and beautiful, but so are thousands of other women. But thousands of other women don’t have the moxie to try a vote swap. Or the lack of self consciousness it would take to leave their underwear at an art gallery. Or the sheer tenacity to refuse to let go of that damn letter. I love those stories the same way I love your cow jammies. They’re what make you… you. And any guy that thinks you’re a lunatic because of those damn stories isn’t worth your time.”
Donna’s lower lip quivered a bit, despite her iron will. She reached out, wound her arms around his neck and buried her head on his shoulder.
“You love my cow jammies?” she asked in a very small voice, letting her hands slide to his shoulders to draw him in further as she felt his arms encircle her.
“Yes. I definitely love your cow jammies. There’s very little about you that I don’t love,” he said quietly, firmly. And Donna lifted her head to look him in the eyes.
“I have duck jammies, too.”
Josh groaned.
“Good Lord, woman! Are you trying to kill me? Are you going to wear them tonight? Because you can’t leave a guy hanging like that. You have to come…” And Josh didn't get to finish his rant, because suddenly Donna had grabbed his tie, pulled him towards her and was kissing him again.
Had she not learned anything from last night? Because there was absolutely no way that they could do in the workplace what this kiss was promising they would be doing if it wasn't stopped within the next five seconds. Hell, another five seconds of this, and the chair would be put to uses that no White House office furniture should ever be subjected to. Luckily for both of them, Josh's knees started to protest at his current position, and reluctantly, he broke the kiss. They stared at each other for a moment wearing identical foolish grins.
“But if you want to go meet with Sailor Jack first, I suppose I can wait,” he smirked, though his breathing was still a little uneven.
“Actually, I told him I was tired,” Donna admitted sheepishly, as Josh pulled her to her feet. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
"Yeah, I didn't either... some crazy woman came and got me all riled up and then left before I could do anything about it!"
"Well, then... maybe we should both look into cures for insomnia."
"Well, actually, I think I might know of one that’ll work,” Josh said suggestively. Donna grinned and pressed her body against his in silent encouragement. He stared at her, losing his train of thought as he leaned in again, completely unable to help himself despite their location and the fact that anyone could walk in, even though the door was closed. Three minutes later, with one hand caressing her neck and jaw, one hand toying with the hem of her shirt, and both of hers in his hair, he pulled away a fraction of an inch.
“But you might want to leave the cow jammies at home,” he managed to gasp before he lowered his head again.
"Not smutty enough? Go to Caz's"
Author: Quaggy
Category: Post-Ep for Artic Radar
Disclaimer: I do not own The West Wing or any West Wing characters.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This is my take on the little cliff hanger we left you on last time. Please read Part 1… then go over to
caz963 to read her ending!
She wasn’t there. The hallway was completely deserted.
He ducked back into his apartment to grab his keys, before the door had a chance to swing closed and lock him out. Nothing like getting locked out of your apartment in your underwear. Of course, racing down the hall in your underwear wasn’t much better. Well, the neighbors were just going to have to be shocked!
Then again, there was probably very little that would surprise his neighbors. They were used to him doing dumb stuff by now. Hell, he’d once gone to get a pizza wearing his Scooby Doo boxers. (Sam bet him ten bucks he wouldn’t do it.) At least he was wearing a perfectly respectable blue and white striped pair right now. As if there was anything respectable about tearing down the hall in your underwear after your assistant so you could drag her back into your apartment and do unspeakable things to her.
He made it to the front door having seen absolutely no sign of Donna. It was like she’d never been there at all. Only the small shred of his remaining sanity and his fear of CJ’s wrath kept him from barreling out into the cold in search of her.
She got away.
But he would see her in a just few hours and then it would be a whole new ballgame. There was no way that she could ignore what just happened.
He couldn’t wait.
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It had been a relatively quiet morning. Nothing too unusual had developed and Leo was starting to believe that they could actually make it though a day without someone doing something that would make him want to drag out a baseball bat. But then Josh appeared at his door with a look on his face that dispelled that delusion.
“Leo? You got a minute?”
“Yeah. What do you want?”
Josh didn’t answer, but carefully shut the door behind him. Then he crossed over to Margaret’s door… and after a moment’s hesitation, locked it.
“Josh..?” Leo questioned, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead.
Josh, wandering around the room, didn’t respond right away.
“Okay… Either something is wrong with me or… well… something’s just wrong!”
“Josh, we all know that something’s wrong with you.”
“No. I mean, I may be having hallucinations… which could mean a mental… thing or something.”
“Josh, could you please get to the point like a normal person?”
“Ok, so last night Donna went out on a date with Jack Reece …”
“Josh, is this is going to be one of those idiotic conversations than make me wish for an international crisis just so I can get away?”
“Probably.”
Josh stopped pacing and looked directly at his boss. With a sigh, Leo waved his hand and Josh resumed prowling around his office.
"So, she goes out on this date and everything is normal, right? See… the thing is… I could have sworn that Donna showed up at my place wearing cow pajamas at a ridiculously early hour this morning! I mean... I know she did...At least I think, she did... Except she's acting totally normal... She didn't even flinch when I mentioned dancing cows in passing! Do you know how hard it was to find a casual way to mention dancing cows?!
“Wait… Please tell me you did not just say that Donna was wearing cow pajamas. I could have lived a happy life not knowing that.”
“I think... Leo... Could this all be in my head?”
“Quite probably.”
“Have I finally snapped?”
“Again, quite probably. You haven't been drinking, have you?”
“No! There was nothing remotely mind altering in my body… as far as I know. I don't even think I was asleep yet! Well, I guess I could have been… I could have dreamed all that. But I’m sure I wasn’t asleep. I think.”
“Josh, let me see if I can recap, in an attempt to bring a speedy end to this very painful conversation. Donna showed up at your place at an ungodly hour wearing cow pajamas. Right?”
“Yes. They had little tutus on and everything.”
“Oh, for the love of God… spare me the details. Please. So, she showed up, you went to bed together and now she’s acting like nothing happened.”
“Right. Wait! No! We didn’t… No!!!”
“So nothing happened other than Donna showing up at your apartment?”
“Umm…”
“Josh… just tell me what happened, okay?”
“Well… she… I mean, I…. we kissed. I think.”
“You think? You don’t know?”
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, yes, we did. Unless, it’s all one big hallucination because I’m having a brain … thing.”
“Keep this up, Josh, and I'm going to be the one with the brain thing! Okay… Let’s just assume that you’re not troubled by some sort of mental impairment. Though the jury’s still out on that one. What's the problem?”
“I mean... she's not acting like she remembers any of this at all!”
“And I take it you don’t think that’s a good thing?”
Josh collapsed into a chair beside Leo’s desk.
“I just figured that if we ever kissed it would be something worth remembering.”
“Finally!” Leo shouted as he threw hands into the air.
“Wh-what?”
“Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to admit that?!”
“Admit what? I haven't...”
“Do you like Donna... yes or no?”
“Should I be passing you a note in class?” Josh smirked.
“Do not test my already severely strained patience.”
“Yeah...” he replied, slumping down in his chair. “I like her. A lot.”
“Well then. Good.” And incredibly, a grin spread across Leo’s face.
“Good?”
“Josh, you and Donna have a relationship built on trust and mutual respect. There is no greater foundation for a marriage. And she lives and breathes politics! Can't say either the President or I were as lucky in that regard. And understand that I'm not saying Abbey Barrington was anything less than the best thing that ever happened to Jed Bartlet!”
“Ummm… Don’t you think it’s a little early to be talking marriage considering I haven’t even asked her out yet?” Josh asked, a little stunned… but surprisingly calm.
“No, it’s not. Because I know you and I knew Noah Lyman. Once you’ve given your heart, that’s it. And you gave her your heart a long time ago, didn’t you, son?”
Josh paused and ran his hand over his face. “Yeah… but, Leo…”
“Yeah?”
“She's - umm… I mean…. She's my assistant.”
“Yeah, we're gonna have to do something about that. Would she agree to be transferred?”
“I have no idea. I mean, I don't know if she... well, if she - likes me. You think I should ask her?”
“Oh, for God's sake, Josh, do I look like the camp counselor? Look... she showed up at your apartment wearing cow pajamas!”
“Allegedly! I still say I might be having a nervous break down.”
“Josh, did she show up at you apartment or not?”
“Yeah… but that was to yell at me!”
“You think she'd yell at you like that if she didn't like you?
“She yells at me all the time!”
Leo was looking at him with that pissed off “how did you even figure out how to breathe?” look he usually reserved for when someone was being particularly boneheaded.
“Wait…you’re saying she does it because she likes me?”
“Isn’t it nice that you found someone who has the same emotional maturity that you do? Just have her stop by before you leave for the day. I’ll have the papers she’ll need to sign ready to go.”
Josh really had no response for that and Leo decided the novelty of seeing Josh Lyman at a loss for words was almost enough to make up for that particularly mind numbing conversation.
“Are you still here?” Leo barked.
“No… I mean, I’ll just be going,” Josh said as he sprang to his feet and turned to leave.
“Josh!”
“Yeah?”
“Unlock Margaret’s door!”
“Right.”
It was only after Josh finally disappeared that Leo allowed himself to laugh.
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The way out of this fiasco was to act as if nothing had ever happened.
Once Donna had gotten back to her apartment, she had done her best to mentally prepare herself to see Josh in morning. Well, it wasn’t like she was going to get any sleep. And it was far more proactive than obsessing over what kind of idiot she’d made of herself… because, really, she must have lost her mind to have done what she’d done last night. Going over there. The kissing. The cow pajamas. No. She couldn’t think about that or she would undo all of the good work she’d done so far today.
She’d decided that the best course would be to act as normal as possible. As if she had gone to bed last night and stayed there. She schooled herself not to react to the cow line she knew was Josh was bound to try to fit into the conversation somehow. Thank God she had an iron will because the sheer talent that it took for him to slip dancing cows into a discussion about the budget was a work of art that deserved to be hung in the National Gallery.
The idea was to act as if nothing was wrong and hope Josh would take her cue and the plan was working even better than she could have hoped. After dodging some perplexed looks this morning, she was pretty sure she was safe. Because now he was acting like nothing had happened. He seemed a little on edge when he came out of a meeting with Leo, so maybe there was something distracting him from what had happened last night.
She didn’t want to think about how depressed that made her feel.
Everything went smoothly until late in the day. They were in Josh’s office with the door closed finishing some paper work, when Josh leaned back in his chair, stretching out his spine, signaling it was time to take a break.
“So… you going to see Commander Wonderful again tonight?”
“Possibly. Why?”
"Because if you are, I'd just as soon you skip that part and go straight to the part where you come over wearing the cow jammies... Or what comes after you lose the cow jammies, if you’d rather. But if that’s the option you’re going for, I think it would be a good idea if you put in for a transfer with Leo first because it avoids the whole ‘ancient boss dating his beautiful young assistant’ thing.”
Donna was absolutely speechless. She’d thought she was safe, danmit! He wasn’t supposed to go there!
“What… what are you talking about?!” she stammered.
Josh smirked. “Like you could possibly forget. I believe that kiss alone was pretty much amnesia proof!” The smirk transformed into a suggestive leer. “It makes me wonder what the rest is going to be like!”
“And what makes you think that “the rest” is gonna happen?” she demanded, indignation shaking her out of her witlessness.
Josh tilted his head and grinned knowingly. “Donna... I saw you in your cow jammies. In some cultures that practically makes us married!!! All I have to do is let you see me in my Scooby Doo boxers... Oh - wait! You have!!”
“Josh... it's not like I planned on seeing you in your Scooby Doo boxers!”
“You say that now...”
“I didn't expect you to open your door in your underwear!”
“It was 2am, Donna - what did you expect?”
She frowned a little. “I dunno… pajamas?”
“Those were my pajamas!”
“Well, I know that now!”
“And what is it with you and the 2AM visits?”
“It was on the campaign trail, Josh! At 2AM, the night was just getting started! How was I supposed to know you were going to have an "early" night?”
He sat forward in his chair, looking far too pleased with himself. “Okay, fine. But the point is you started this either way and now you have to pay the price and make on honest man out of me! But I’ll understand if you’d like to date a little first.” And now he just looked smug.
Donna was out of her depth. It was bad enough he’d rattled her into folding. Bad enough he was now teasing her about sex and underwear in a far more… intimate way than he’d ever done before, Catholic schoolgirl uniforms notwithstanding. But he’d just made an allusion to marriage… their marriage… and she didn’t know where to take the conversation from there.
It must have shown in her face, because Josh dropped all the teasing. He got to his feet and circled around his desk to crouch in front of her, placing his hands on the arms of her chair.
“Donna, you said those stories I told about you made you look bad, but they don’t. I swear they don’t. You’re smart and funny and beautiful, but so are thousands of other women. But thousands of other women don’t have the moxie to try a vote swap. Or the lack of self consciousness it would take to leave their underwear at an art gallery. Or the sheer tenacity to refuse to let go of that damn letter. I love those stories the same way I love your cow jammies. They’re what make you… you. And any guy that thinks you’re a lunatic because of those damn stories isn’t worth your time.”
Donna’s lower lip quivered a bit, despite her iron will. She reached out, wound her arms around his neck and buried her head on his shoulder.
“You love my cow jammies?” she asked in a very small voice, letting her hands slide to his shoulders to draw him in further as she felt his arms encircle her.
“Yes. I definitely love your cow jammies. There’s very little about you that I don’t love,” he said quietly, firmly. And Donna lifted her head to look him in the eyes.
“I have duck jammies, too.”
Josh groaned.
“Good Lord, woman! Are you trying to kill me? Are you going to wear them tonight? Because you can’t leave a guy hanging like that. You have to come…” And Josh didn't get to finish his rant, because suddenly Donna had grabbed his tie, pulled him towards her and was kissing him again.
Had she not learned anything from last night? Because there was absolutely no way that they could do in the workplace what this kiss was promising they would be doing if it wasn't stopped within the next five seconds. Hell, another five seconds of this, and the chair would be put to uses that no White House office furniture should ever be subjected to. Luckily for both of them, Josh's knees started to protest at his current position, and reluctantly, he broke the kiss. They stared at each other for a moment wearing identical foolish grins.
“But if you want to go meet with Sailor Jack first, I suppose I can wait,” he smirked, though his breathing was still a little uneven.
“Actually, I told him I was tired,” Donna admitted sheepishly, as Josh pulled her to her feet. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
"Yeah, I didn't either... some crazy woman came and got me all riled up and then left before I could do anything about it!"
"Well, then... maybe we should both look into cures for insomnia."
"Well, actually, I think I might know of one that’ll work,” Josh said suggestively. Donna grinned and pressed her body against his in silent encouragement. He stared at her, losing his train of thought as he leaned in again, completely unable to help himself despite their location and the fact that anyone could walk in, even though the door was closed. Three minutes later, with one hand caressing her neck and jaw, one hand toying with the hem of her shirt, and both of hers in his hair, he pulled away a fraction of an inch.
“But you might want to leave the cow jammies at home,” he managed to gasp before he lowered his head again.
"Not smutty enough? Go to Caz's"