Title: Quiet Time by Bramble
Rating: PG I guess, although there are a couple of intimate
(but not too explicit) details...
Archive: Sure, if ya want.
Summary: Josh and Donna have a secret ritual.
Spoilers: Quick reference to the Stackhouse Filibuster and Josh's
shooting recuperation. (Don't blink or you'll miss them)
Disclaimers: Aaron Sorkin owns them all.
Feedback: Would be sweet as this is the first fan fic I have ever
written, just playing around with a non-lurking thing.
Note: I tried to make a Cure reference but 10:15 just isn't late
enough...
His hands swirled playfully as she stifled a small, throaty moan.
Then she remembered it was after three in the morning. Everyone was
gone. Her voice, when it did come out was softer than it had sounded
in her head. Less sexy (unfortunately, she thought) and more like a
satisfied, sleepy whimper. She leaned back against him more and felt
the familiar hardness pressing against her lower back. They never
talked about *that*. Just like they never talked about this -- what
he was doing to her. It was their "quiet time" (not to be confused
with "special time", of course) it was dubbed that one night
playfully by Josh as it seemed to be the only time neither talked or
bantered.
It was a private act that was usually initiated silently at the end
of a long day, when no one else was around. Maybe a day when she had
brought him lunch without him asking or a day when he unthinkingly
blurted out something 'josh-like' and tactless at her.
The first time that it happened was during the campaign. It had
started out innocently enough, just a friendly gesture, really. One
could argue that it was innocent now, that is if one didn't know the
sub-text or if she wasn't sitting close enough to him to feel the
effect that it had on him too.
****
Donna had been running around all day, doing this and that, charged
on the adrenaline that accompanied the Bartlet for President battle
that had overtaken her life. Somewhere around midnight the adrenaline
left and was replaced by sheer exhaustion and an uncharacteristic
grumpiness.
"Josh, have you seen my hair thingie?"
"Josh?"
"Josh!"
"What?" shot back a disinterested reply from a disinterested man.
Donna approached his desk, carefully stepping over piles of papers, a
take-out carton of chicken chow mein (his), and long-discarded, shiny
black pumps (hers).
"My hair thingie...I had it... in here, I think", noting his blank
stare she added, "you know, that thing that makes my hair not.." her
hands flew exasperatedly to the air around her head, "down and in my
face".
"I saw Toby shooting something at Sam earlier", he started out,
looking back down again and continuing to speak with his face towards
his desk "it wasn't a rubber band, it was bigger. I thought it was a
garter or something at first but then I thought, 'where would Toby
get a garter..' cuz you know I'm not sure when he'd have the
time for.."
"Aggghhhh!"
Josh looked up and watched Donna stomp out of his office in a huff.
He sighed and looked back down at the folder he was searching
through. A pissed assistant was not a helpful assistant and he made a
mental note to find out exactly what a 'hair thingie' was and buy a
lot of them. Maybe he would put them in her desk drawer as a
surprise. Of course, this, like a lot thoughtful ideas Josh had,
would unfortunately leave his over-worked brain by the time he got
home and he would be left with the nagging feeling that he was
supposed to be doing something, but couldn't quite put his finger on
what it was exactly.
An hour later Donna was leaning against the front of Josh's desk
going over a memo to Leo that would go out in the morning. Her minor
irritation at having to pull her hair back behind her ears every time
she got comfortable and in the flow of working was getting to be more
than aggravating. It was horribly aggravating.
"Damn hair. I am going to kill Toby. Why did he take something that
wasn't his? That's just wrong", she sighed loudly. "And if you were a
good person, you would help me kill him tomorrow".
"Hmrph".
"Are you even listening to me? I am annoyed and I am tired and I
can't work like this! I want my hair out of my face and I want it out
of my face right now. Joshhhhhhhhh", she whined.
He sighed and stood up, walking around his desk to sit on the floor
next to Donna.
"You do realize that I don't care what you're talking about, right?"
"Well you should!" She paused to pull an offending strand of blonde
hair back yet again and hit him lightly on the arm, "I can't work
like this, it keeps falling in my face, I can't see what I'm doing. I
could be messing stuff up, you know, making errors that would make
you look bad."
"We can't have that, can we?" He quickly rearranged himself so he was
sitting behind her and carefully gathered her hair into his hands,
holding it back behind her head.
"Better?"
She grunted a reply which he interpreted as a 'yes, Josh, you are
wonderful, my hero'. He smiled, amused at his own Donnna-response.
He dutifully kept her hair out of her face so she could work
unhindered for a few minutes. At some point, his hands started
moving slowly, playing in her hair.
At first it was just due to his own boredom and inability to sit
still for long. His hands pulled gently, fingers gliding playfully
through the strands. Donna started to relax her tired muscles and
her sighs became more and more frequent and moan-like, pretty
soon she stopped working on the memo entirely. Encouraged by her
responses, Josh kept touching her hair, scalp, and neck, varying the
pressure from light to hard, delighting in the noises she was making.
His mouth formed into a small self-satisfied smirk as he thought
about his ability to make a woman moan while she was fully
clothed.
At some point, although both Josh and Donna would be hard-pressed
to say exactly where, it became a sort of ritual. Maybe once or
twice a month she would find herself settled back between his legs
engaged in this act that had become much more intimate and sexual
than either would ever admit. But, as long as it was just *this* they
weren't doing anything wrong, both rationalized. She tried to remind
herself of this when she could feel the dampness between her legs and
the shivers he sent down her spine.
After Bartlet had won the election and everyone was doing some
variation of their campaign jobs in nicer environs, the pace seemed
more hectic. Although the frequency was less, every so often at the
end of an especially trying day, Josh's fingers would be tangled in
long blonde locks, and his prominent erection pressed up against his
assistant's back. This he would justify as just a normal reaction to
touching a woman's hair even though he knew it really had more to do
with who the woman was. He tried not to think about that too much
and hoped maybe that Donna hadn't noticed.
***
"Hey"
"Hey yourself", Josh replied, looking up from his desk to see Donna
standing in the doorway to his office.
"It's late".
"It's 3:15"
"It's 3:30 Josh, you really do need a new watch", she paused, "if I
made more money, I might have bought you one for Christmas", she
smiled as she rekindled one of their running jokes.
"Are we the last one's here?"
"Well, I just went on a search for some green tea and saw absolutely
no one and absolutely no green tea either. I think Margaret figured
out my pilfering ways and took her tea stash home", Donna sighed with
a disappointed frown.
Josh stretched his neck as he closed his eyes for a second. "You
know, you shouldn't take things that aren't yours", not waiting for
her to respond, he continued, "I'm used to sleeping here, but you
really don't have to. Why don't you take off?"
"Take off, eh?" She asked, grinning as she thought back to the sheer
hell he had put her through while he was recovering and had insisted
that they watch his entire Bob & Doug McKenzie video collection.
He smiled and got up and walked around to the front of his desk,
sitting on the floor and leaning back slightly.
"You know, you did really good the other day, with the filibuster.
I can't believe you actually listen to me".
"What can I say, sometimes I'm bored and even you sound a little
interesting", she teased with a smile.
"C'mere." He motioned to the area next to him and Donna walked over
and settled herself down on the floor by Josh. He took her arm and
tugged gently, maneuvering her in between his spread legs.
"Josh, we shouldn't..."
"Shhh... it's 3:15 on a Saturday night."
"3:32 now."
"It's 3:32 and no one is here and you did a good thing."
"So you're going to reward me?" Donna asked, smiling as she closed
her eyes and leaned back a bit.
"Yeah, but you have to stop talking, you know the rules", he
whispered in her ear, as his fingers gathered up her hair and ran the
length of the strands making her shudder into his chest a bit.
"It's quiet time", she replied sleepily, trying to ignore the
familiar flutter in her stomach.
"It's quiet time", Josh agreed, as his hands started moving.
****