fic: books won't have taught you this

[martyr4mylove4u]

the west wing, Josh/Donna, 263 words, The taste of skin and salt lingers on nimble tongues, more accustomed to arguments than to this dance.

notes: for firstillusion. not all that great, sorry darling.

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[firstillusion]

Thank you so much for writing this. I felt rather bad for requesting it, but I will forget that now, because it got me this lovely drabble.

Think of if what you will, but I believe it's pretty great. I love how you've managed to collect all those moments that make them them. You have such a talent for seeing and stripping bare the quintessential.

[martyr4mylove4u]

Don't ever feel bad for giving me a challenging prompt. Even when I whine about it, it's still fun to write.

Thank you. As always you made me blush pretty badly. I have to mention that this pairing has so many watershed moments and turning points that's its fairly easy to write them.

You're back!

[corleones]

GAH. I'm a puddle of goo. Really. It's embarassing how much I like these two. They might be a new OTP of mine.

[martyr4mylove4u]

They're just shiny and fun and they talk about politics and banter and make puppy eyes at each other and they kind of ate my brain.

[corleones]

Mine too. They are damn frustrating to be honest, but I love them all the more for it.

[martyr4mylove4u]

It's a prerequisite for an otp of mine to be damn frustrating.