WARNING: High Josh/Donna romance content. If this is not your thing, run, run away now! ;-)
Summary: Donna decides it's time to turn a new page in her relationship with Josh.
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Donna was not in the mood for love songs. Particularly not in the mood for the kind that told of the
Such was the realm of love songs. Reality was another thing altogether.
Pressing down on the accelerator as the light turned green, Donna tried not to cringe at the warbling
Unfortunately, her musical choices were pretty much limited to the gushing love songs stations, this
Not the best music to be listening to when she was on her way home after begging, pleading with
The thought of telling him made her nervous, as such declarations really were best left to gushing
As traffic slowed to a crawl as a result of the inclement weather, Donna let her mind return to the
They'd gathered early Thursday evening at the out-of-the-way little pub to celebrate Sam's
Josh was drunk. But, then again, so was Sam and CJ seemed awfully giggly. Toby, Leo and Kathy
She waited until Sam and Josh had finished performing their rather unique rendition of a well-
Josh noticed her actions and directed his somewhat bleary gaze at her. "Are you leaving?"
"Yes," she said, "and it's time you did, too. Come on and I'll drive you home."
Josh looked at his empty glass and then at Sam. "The party's over."
"The party's over," Sam confirmed solemnly.
Josh stood up, wavering slightly. On the third try he got his arm in the sleeve of his coat. Then he
"Happy birthday, buddy," he said, shaking Sam's hand. "You are a great friend. You are my best
"Okay, let's go," Donna interjected, turning Josh toward the door and pushing him along by his
They made it half way across the room before Josh stopped and drew Donna up beside him.
"You are a great friend, too." He told her, pointing at her. She put a hand to his back to prod him
When they reached the short flight of steps leading out of the pub Josh stumbled slightly, bumping
Josh shook his head at Donna. "He's not my friend."
Donna got Josh into the passenger seat of her car and ran around the vehicle to hop in the driver's
"Where are we going?" Josh asked her as she started the ignition and put the car into drive.
"I'm taking you home."
"To my home, or to your home?"
"To your home."
"Can I go to your place?"
"You hate my roommate's cats."
"I'll be nice."
"The cats hate you."
"I don't want to go to my place," Josh frowned. "Please can I please go to your place?"
"Why do you want to go to my place so badly?" asked Donna.
"You have coffee and I don't. And I think I'll be needing it in the morning," Josh said in a moment
"You can go to a coffee shop," Donna advised.
"No," Josh said, waving his hand in the air. "Besides," he continued, leaning his head back against
Donna glanced over at him and the hangdog look did her in. "Fine," she said in defeat. "You can
Fortunately for Donna they were not far from her apartment building so she had only to endure
The three tequila shooters Josh and Sam had opted to have as nightcaps must have caught up with
"Comfy," Josh professed.
"For you, maybe," retorted Donna, at that moment too weary to move.
Josh turned slightly so that he was on his back. He gazed up at Donna in speculation.
After a moment of this scrutiny went by in silence Donna asked him, "What?"
"You're beautiful," Josh announced.
"So are you." Donna patted his head.
"No, I mean it, you are really beautiful. You have beautiful hair." Josh reached up and pulled his
"I have alabaster skin," Donna reminded him.
Josh ignored the interruption.
"You have the best smile," he continued. "It really does light up a room. Like the sun. When I walk
Donna flashed him the smile that lights up a room. "I know I'd like to get some sleep before we see
"Wait!" Josh cried. He grabbed her hand which had lain loosely on his chest. "Wait, I have to tell
"What is it?"
"I love you," he declared in complete seriousness, but with a measure of surprise in his tone.
"That's the second time you've said that to me tonight. You also said it to Sam and CJ and Toby,"
"But I don't love them like I love you," explained Josh. "You're beautiful and I love you. Like a
"Time for bed!" she said firmly.
"Do you love me too, Donna?" Josh mumbled.
"Yes. Now go to sleep."
Josh's mouth curved up in a smile as his eyelids fluttered shut.
The next morning Donna made Josh coffee, opened the jar of painkillers and talked very quietly.
Donna tried a hard rock station. Naturally they were playing a ballad. Great.
She wasn't so guileless as to think Josh was in love with her. That had been drunk talk. But the way
She changed the radio to a classical station. Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture.
Josh was sopping, soaking, dripping wet when Donna opened her apartment door to him.
"It's still raining," she said needlessly.
"Yes, it's still raining, and before you ask, no, there was no visitor parking available. I had to park
"Don't you have an umbrella?"
"I'll remember to get you one." She took his coat from him and hung it on a rack inside the door.
Following her into the kitchen, Josh asked, "What's for dinner?"
Donna turned from the counter and thrust a box into his hands. "Barbecue. It 's on the balcony."
Josh eyed the package of frozen burgers. "Do I have to remind you that it's raining?"
"I have an umbrella."
Donna pursed her lips. "Okay, nevermind the barbecue." She took the box back from him. "Just go
A fire had been lit and Josh noted an inordinate amount of candles burning in the living room.
A moment after Josh sat down on the sofa Donna appeared and pressed a glass of wine into his
Slowing exhaling a long breath, Josh let his eyes fall shut. "That...feels...good."
He wasn't sure he'd spoken aloud until Donna answered him. "Does it?"
Her voiced whispered close to his ear, sending a slight shiver through his body. It must have been
Her thumbs moved to circle his spine. "Does that feel good, too?" She breathed in a hushed tone.
He was feeling too mellow to find anything odd about that. He murmured something in the
"Do you like this?" Donna asked huskily before pressing her lips to his neck.
"Yaaaag!" Josh yelped, jerking upright. He set his wineglass down on the table. "What are you
"Trying to seduce you," she answered.
"Seduce me? What... Donna!"
"Is it not working?"
"Actually it is, but nevermind that! Why are you doing it?"
Donna shifted so she could sit looking directly at Josh. Her eyes met his with a look of intensity.
"Because we mean more to each other than friends and I thought it was time we moved our
Josh sighed and reached out to brush his fingers along her cheek.
"Am I wrong?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"No," Josh admitted quietly. "But it wouldn't be right for us to act on these feelings."
"Because I'm your boss."
"You can transfer to another department."
"*I* can transfer?"
"Well, I don't want to transfer. I like my job."
"Donna, I'm the deputy chief of staff."
"Okay, okay, fine. I'll transfer."
Josh had moved his hand to rest it loosely at the back of Donna's neck. She reached over and
"We can't." Josh sounded a lot less convinced of his words.
"We can," Donna proclaimed, smiling. She leaned toward him.
"Josh, yes." She touched her lips to the side of his mouth.
"Oh hell," Josh groaned. "You're right."
He kissed her.
Much later, Donna relaxed in Josh's embrace with her head resting on his chest.
"Joshua," she murmured drowsily in her contentment, "when will you learn that I'm always right."