[fic] One For Each Night
One For Each Night
Fandom: The West Wing
Rating: PG
Ship: Josh/Donna
Summary: Donna gets what she wants for Hanukkah...slowly.
A/N: Okay, I'm trying this again. One drabble for every night of Hanukkah, each in a different fandom. This is set after the end of the series, and if you've gotten this far in the header, you know the only spoiler. 290 words.
"You tricked me," Donna said.
"You're complaining?"
"Yes. I was misled. Deliberately misled."
"You're in Aspen," Josh reminded her. "In a lodge that's…quaint. It's snowing. We are sitting beside a roaring fire, drinking good scotch. If I tried, I could probably find a book of poetry to read to you. I'm…not seeing the bad here, frankly." He tugged playfully at her hair.
Donna frowned at the crackling flames. "Tell me what my hair looks like in the firelight."
Josh was silent. Donna pinched his thigh.
"Um, it's blonde," he said. "And it's…bright."
"Not like molten gold?"
"Molten? No."
"Say it anyway."
"Your hair is like molten gold."
Donna sighed. "It's not working. Your heart's not in it."
"It's not something I'd say." Josh tweaked her hair again. "Of course my heart's not in it."
"You're a bad boyfriend."
"Again, we're in Aspen."
"I want my skis."
"It's only the first night of Hanukkah. You have seven to go. You got Aspen on the first night. You'll get something else tomorrow night. And something else the next night. And so on. You'll have everything you need before we leave. Don't worry."
"Bad boyfriend," Donna grumbled.
"So, get up. You can always rent skis."
"Mm, warm boyfriend." She rubbed her cheek against his chest kittenishly. The wool from his fisherman's sweater scratched her skin. She looked from the fire to the window. Beyond the glass, the sky was the color of ripe plums and flakes were coming down like powdered sugar.
"Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not so bad."
"Thanks."
"You're very thoughtful, actually."
"Donna, buttering me up isn't going to get you anywhere."
"Why not?"
"Because," he said, kissing the top of her head, "I have to think of my own amusement."
12/15/06
Fandom: The West Wing
Rating: PG
Ship: Josh/Donna
Summary: Donna gets what she wants for Hanukkah...slowly.
A/N: Okay, I'm trying this again. One drabble for every night of Hanukkah, each in a different fandom. This is set after the end of the series, and if you've gotten this far in the header, you know the only spoiler. 290 words.
"You tricked me," Donna said.
"You're complaining?"
"Yes. I was misled. Deliberately misled."
"You're in Aspen," Josh reminded her. "In a lodge that's…quaint. It's snowing. We are sitting beside a roaring fire, drinking good scotch. If I tried, I could probably find a book of poetry to read to you. I'm…not seeing the bad here, frankly." He tugged playfully at her hair.
Donna frowned at the crackling flames. "Tell me what my hair looks like in the firelight."
Josh was silent. Donna pinched his thigh.
"Um, it's blonde," he said. "And it's…bright."
"Not like molten gold?"
"Molten? No."
"Say it anyway."
"Your hair is like molten gold."
Donna sighed. "It's not working. Your heart's not in it."
"It's not something I'd say." Josh tweaked her hair again. "Of course my heart's not in it."
"You're a bad boyfriend."
"Again, we're in Aspen."
"I want my skis."
"It's only the first night of Hanukkah. You have seven to go. You got Aspen on the first night. You'll get something else tomorrow night. And something else the next night. And so on. You'll have everything you need before we leave. Don't worry."
"Bad boyfriend," Donna grumbled.
"So, get up. You can always rent skis."
"Mm, warm boyfriend." She rubbed her cheek against his chest kittenishly. The wool from his fisherman's sweater scratched her skin. She looked from the fire to the window. Beyond the glass, the sky was the color of ripe plums and flakes were coming down like powdered sugar.
"Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not so bad."
"Thanks."
"You're very thoughtful, actually."
"Donna, buttering me up isn't going to get you anywhere."
"Why not?"
"Because," he said, kissing the top of her head, "I have to think of my own amusement."
12/15/06