Title: Quiet Time by Bramble
Rating: PG-13 to maybe mild R. I'm unsure of these
things..
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.
Category: J/D
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 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 teased and 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 lower 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 back into his chest a bit.
"It's quiet time", she replied sleepily, trying hard
to ignore the familiar flutter in her stomach.
"It's quiet time", Josh agreed, as his hands started
moving.
****
End.
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