Title: Hentai Part 2/?

Category: Josh/Donna

Rating: PG-13

Summary: the conclusion to the dinner but not the story! Hang in there, guys.

Note: La de da la de da, la la.

Hentai Part 2

I'm staring at the ceiling.

Me, Deputy Chief of Staff of the White House, Josh Lyman, am staring at the ceiling. I'm standing in the procession line along with the rest of the White House staff accompanying the President into the ballroom. The line was filled with women in sparkling dresses and guys in tuxedos. Once again this affair was white tie, which I know is unusual, but the President likes it. The room was pretty quiet, awaiting the sign to move into the room and I have to admit I don't' have much patience when it comes to waiting. So I'm not ashamed to say I'm a little bored.

OK, really bored.

"Josh, what are you doing?" Donna piped up from my side. She was my date after all so it seemed natural that she be standing next to me. I could smell her perfume, it was sweet, and made me somewhat of a babbling idiot.

"Staring at the ceiling," I explained. I told you the perfume makes me STUPID!

"Josh..."

"There's this tiny crack that kinda looks like the liberty bell..."

"Josh, I can't believe you, you have the attention span of a gnat," Donna quipped.

"Look who's talking," I snorted and brought my head down the look at her. My revelations about the ceiling would have to wait. "You're the one who keeps fidgeting and fixing your dress."

As if only to prove my point Donna smoothed the front of her navy blue gown for what must have been the twentieth time.

'I just want to make sure I look okay," she pouted.

"You look wonderful, now stop fidgeting," I said quickly. I glanced over and saw her cheeks had gone slightly pink and I smiled a little that my compliment had that kind of affect on her. Well...she did look wonderful. She had on a deep midnight blue dress that accented her cream colored skin and her blonde hair was twisted up in a elegant bun with curly tresses floating down in front of her face. The wisps flew in front of her face and I had a sudden urge to reach forward and brush them from her wonderfully blue eyes.

"You look good, too, Josh," Donna said suddenly.

"Huh?" I turned. "Oh, thanks. This is pretty much the only decent suit I wear. It's my wedding/funereal suit."

"Wedding/funereal suit?"

"Yeah, the suit I wear to weddings and funerals," I shrugged. "It's the best one I got."

"Ah, I see," Donna smiled a little.

I smiled at her and then the people in front of us began to move.

"Okay, we're going in," I said and extended my arm to Donna, who took it with a soft smile. 'Ready?"

"Yeah," She nodded.

Slowly the line started into the dining/ball room and Donna and I kept our eyes locked on each other until we walked through the doorway into the clapping, crowded, hall. I led Donna to our table, which was next to the President's. I pulled Donna's chair out for her, remembering—very fleetingly, I assure you—my manners, and sat down next to her. Sam was on my other side, and also at the table were Toby, CJ, Leo and I noted with some interest, Ainsley Hayes. She was next to Sam and the two were talking in hushed voices about something or other. Sam turned to me at one point and I made sure to give him my best "Ainsley-huh?" look. He just bit his lip and turned around to Ainsley, but I made a mental note to bug him about it later.

We weren't sitting in silence for very long before the President got up and made the speech Sam and Toby had prepared earlier.

It was a good speech; I'll give them that. They were good...well they would have to be or I doubt they would be where they are right now. After the speech the room burst into applause and dinner was served. It was a big chicken platter with roasted potatoes and asparagus looking stuff on the side. I didn't pay dinner much attention but instead listened to what my friends around the table were saying.

"Good job guys," Leo noted to Sam and Toby at the table.

"Thanks, I thought it was great," Sam grinned.

"It needed more fine tuning," Toby muttered.

"Oh, shut up, Toby, can't you ever find some pride in your own work?" CJ retorted.

"I prefer to keep my expectations, low, so that way when I really do good writing I can be really pleased with it," Toby explained.

"You have a twisted and warped psyche, my friend," CJ said, shaking her head.

I smiled and looked over at Donna, who pushing her chicken around her plate.

"How you doing?" I asked in a whisper.

"Oh...good," she smiled half heartily. "This place looks really beautiful."

I glanced up at the ballroom around us and realized that it really was a nice room. Well, I usually avoid these galas and when I do come I'm usually in some other world.

"Yeah, I guess I never noticed."

"Why does that not surprise me," Donna snorted.

"I'm just not into the fromal stuff," I grunted and tugged at my tuxedo.

"Josh, did you tie your own bow tie?" Donna asked, giving my bow tie a scrutinizing glance.

"You have a problem with how I tied my tie?"

"It's crooked! Honestly, Josh, can't you see strait?"

"No, Donna, even as we speak you are sliding down out of my line of sight."

"Stop, let me fix it," she hushed. With incredible ease she lifted a hand and pulled my tie undone and started to twist it back up again. I felt her fingertips brush against my neck and held my breath. She finished and grinned happily up at it. "There, much better."

"Yeah," I murmured and turned back to my food. My neck was still tingling slightly from where she had touched me and my breath was coming ragged. I really needed to get a grip.

I ate the rest of my dinner with breaks for joking with Sam and talk with Leo about the Middle East conference. Yeah, normal dinner conversation, sure. I glanced at Donna during silent moments during the dinner. She really did look great the night.

Okay, I think I may have said that enough times.

"C'mon, Toby, I want to dance," CJ announced suddenly after desert and hit Toby on the shoulder.

"Oh, please don't make me do this," Toby whined.

"Get up," CJ said sternly and the rest of the staff at the table hid smirks as a normally resilient Toby Ziegler raised up and led CJ to the dance floor.

I bit my lip as I watched them go to the floor ad turned to see Donna looking at them too.

"You...uh...feel like dancing?" I asked, curiously.

"Sure, why not?" Donna grinned and we got up from the table. I extended my hand and Donna placed hers in mine and I brought her to the dance floor. I gulped and hoped my hands weren't shaking as I rested one hand on her waist and the other clasped hers. We twirled across the floor but I kept my eyes on her.

"I'm amazed," Donna said suddenly.

"About what?" I asked.

"You can dance, Josh," Donna said.

"Is it really that shocking?" I asked, mocking astonishment.

"Frankly, yes," Donna giggled.

I didn't say anything and just let myself enjoy dancing with Donna. I grinned at her and paid no attention to anyone else around us. I half didn't even realize when the music stopped. We stood there for a second and clapped the instrumentalists and I just smiled at her.

I'm going to get a drink," I said and gestured to the bar.

"Josh, your system..."

"I can handle one drink, Donna," I moaned and walked to the bar. I ordered champagne and didn't notice Donna was no longer with me. I turned a second later and saw he coming toward me, dress flowing.

"Hey Josh, this really cute guy from Senator Stackhouse's staff asked me to dance. You mind?"

Of course I mind! You're my date and the fact that you'll be dancing with some jerk slobber mouth aide from Stackhouse's place pisses me off beyond belief!

"Of course not, go ahead."

Damn my conscious!

"Great, I'll see you in a bit," Donna smiled and hurried off across the ballroom. It's like she didn't even care what she had just done to me! Well...how could she know when I hadn't told her...

I turned to the bartender and said, "Forget the champagne, give me a shot of whisky."

"I'm not sure we have any," the bartender said.

"This is a bar, right? Find some."

I was still sitting at the bar a half-hour later. Where was Donna? Who knows? Somewhere with Stackhouse's chimp. I didn't care.

Well I did, but I was going to fight it.

"Hey Josh." I heard Sam's voice behind me.

Ah ha! Enter the best friend, here to comfort, or slap me around...probably a little of both.

"Hey," I said jubilantly. "Sam, sit, drink with me."

"Josh, how many have you had?" Sam asked and glanced at the shot glass in front of me.

"None."

"What?"

"This is my first one, I just like holding it," I explained. "Besides, as Donna puts it, I have a delicate system."

"Does this have anything to do with Donna?" Sam asked carefully.

"What makes you think that?"

"Cause I noticed her talking with Stackhouse's...

"Political monkey ass hole," I grumbled.

'Ah ha," Sam said. "I see."

"What do you see, Mr. Seaborn, share the wisdom," I muttered sarcastically.

"You're jealous," Sam explained.

"No," I whispered.

"Stop Josh, the denial thing has worn itself out."

I turned to him and nodded. "Yeah, I'm a little jealous."

"Then why don't' you do something about it?" Sam asked.

"It's complicated—

"Only because you're making it complicated," Sam was almost yelling now and I noticed the bartender inching his way to the other side of the bar. "You love her Josh, I know you do, you idiot. You're over here beating yourself up when there's an obvious solution to your problem! Go tell her!"

"I think I may need to get drunk before I do," I said.

"Josh," Sam took the shot glass from my hand and looked me in the eye. "Go."

I glanced over to where Donna was standing talking to a good-looking guy with more hair then me. Damn, caved in at every turn.

"I don't think so," I said and turned back around.

"Josh, as your friend, go, or I'll break this shot glass over your head."

"Wow, Sam, such caring words..."

"GO!"

Surprised somewhat by Sam's words I nonetheless found myself walking towards where Donna was standing.

"Donatella, may I have a word?" I asked and grabbed her arm.

"Uh...sure..." she muttered, surprised as I dragged her towards the balcony. "Uh, I'll be back!' she called to Stackhouse's chimp.

Not if I'm lucky, I had a desire to mumble.

I opened the doors to the balcony and found we were in the rose gardens. Oh, of all the goddamn places...

"Josh, what is this about?" Donna asked irritably.

"Uh...I just wanted some fresh air, that's all," I muttered. What was I supposed to say? I didn't know how to handle this kind of thing! Donna, I've loved for years and never really admitted it to myself.

"And you felt the need to bring me with you?" she scoffed. "Josh, I don't' have time for this." She turned and started towards the balcony doors. Her blonde hair had come undone from it's bun and flew behind her along with her navy blue train. I couldn't let this happen. I had to listen to what I had been arguing against for so many months.

"Donna, wait," I called.

She turned and I saw my opportunity. I couldn't think of anything to say, how to express what was going on in my mind in words escaped me at the moment. So I did the next best thing. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me and before I could think twice about what I was doing, I pressed my mouth against hers.

It was a short kiss and after wards I looked at her, eyes wide.

That's when she slapped me. She pulled her hand back and brought it against my cheek. I winced but didn't turn away from her. If I was expected anything I doubt it was that, or what happened afterwards.

My cheek was still stinging when Donna's arms came up again. This time it wasn't to hit me, though. Her arms flew around my neck and she kissed me.

I was a little confused, I must admit. But for the moment I pushed those thoughts aside as I kissed Donna. After we parted and took a couple of deep breaths before saying anything.

"Uh...that was..." I trailed off.

"Something we should have done a long time ago," Donna finished for me and grinned.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"C'mon, Lyman, let's get outta here," Donna said and grabbed my arm. "You can buy me an ice cream cone."

"I think I can afford that," I smiled.

"On your government salary?" Donna laughed and took my hand. "I'll get a small."

"I resent that," I scoffed mockingly.

Donna and I grinned at each other and we walked towards the ball room doors, only so we could pass right through to the other side. In that moment I ran through everything going on, so I could easily remember it later.

I guess the one thing I didn't notice was when Donna and I were in our second lip lock a small camera flash from the side of the balcony.

 

Part 3

 

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