Title: Good News
Author: Cathy Miller (cam7192003@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG 13
Category: Humor, romance..post ep for The Cold
Disclaimer: They are not mine. I make no money from them.
Feedback: Brightens my day!
A/N: I was inspired by the earlier post from Leila who asked if there were any
post-eps from “The Cold” where Josh and Donna got caught in the clinch. Then I
just had to write it. Also, it made for a nice break from the angsty story I’m
finishing up right now and all the depressing crap on the news right now.
A/N: Just because I’m feeling very left out…Famous Minnesotans include:
Senator Paul Wellstone, Charles Shulz of Peanuts fame, F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Garrison Keillor (Prairie Home Campanion), Laura Ingalls Wilder, Playwright
August Wilson was raised in St. Paul, 4 US “Supremes” (Blackman, Burger,
Butler, and Douglas), Hubert Humphrey, Eugene McCarthy, Walter Mondale, the
AMAZING Herb Brooks who brought the “Miracle” hockey team to a Gold medal
in 1980,Kent Hrbek, Kevin McHale, Charles Lindbergh, The Andrews Sisters,
Bob Dylan, Prince, Mike Farrell, Al Franken, Judy Garland, Dr. William Mayo
(world famous Mayo clinic) and Rose Totino; who founded Totino’s frozen food
and may be personally responsible for my horrible eating habits through
college….Now I feel much better!
Josh’s POV:
“We’re tied…nationally.” Donna’s face was literally glowing as she imparted this
momentous news.
“Holy Mother of God; we’ve caught him!” I grabbed Donna’s arms and the next
thing I knew I was kissing her. When I pulled away in stunned shock at what I had
just done, the line I had just crossed, I saw my feelings reflected in Donna’s face.
With only a moments’ hesitation and honestly no idea as to who initiated it the
second time, we’re kissing again and let me tell you that woman can kiss.
You know how sometimes you build something up in your mind so much that you’
re sure that reality can’t possibly live up to it? This was not that. I’ve imagined
kissing Donna thousands of times; in my office late at work one night, in my
apartment while we were sharing a laugh or some Chinese, at one of our formal
events when she looked even more amazing than usual, but that moment, that
initial kiss was never something I planned. It was simply a spontaneous reaction
to some great campaign news. But now that we’ve crossed that line, there is NO
way I’m going back to the other side of it.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I register hearing a moan come from Donna’s
throat and it sends heat through my body as my hands run along her body and
into her hair. Her hair is tucked up into one of those bun things, and that annoys
me, so I start pulling it loose. God, her hair is so soft and it smells incredible. The
blood has completely left my brain now, so I know I’m not capable of coherent
thought, but then we’ve never needed to “think” when we are together, we
just…meld. Like the moves of some dance we’ve been doing for years, we move
in tandem towards the bed and slowly sink down into it. She’s running her hands
down my chest since I conveniently left my shirt unbuttoned when I answered the
door, and she reaches up from below me on the bed to push it off my shoulders
when-
Shit! My door busts open and half the campaign staff clamors inside, all of them
talking over each other until they get a good look at us. Then there’s dead
silence. I stand up to shield Donna as best I can, but it’s completely useless. I
can tell by the stunned look on the faces in front of me. Donna gets up from the
bed and hands me my sweat pants. Good call Donna, I think, but it’s a little too
late for that. Suddenly, Leo bursts out in laughter, before starting to usher
people out of the room.
“Let’s move it along, people.” He’s still laughing as he looks back at us;
appearing like two teenagers caught by their parents on the living room couch.
“All the hotels you’ve stayed at in your life, you’ve never heard of a Do Not
Disturb sign, son?”
“Great tip.” I smirk back at him, surprised by the sparkle in his eyes.
“I’m going to go call the White House now…share our wonderful news.” Leo
adds, and for a second, I think he’s changing the subject back to our national
poll tie; then it hits me…The White House…share our wonderful news…No way
he’s talking about the poll. They’d have the same access to the numbers we
have. The only news he’d be sharing would be…and the only person he would
be sharing it with would be…
“Please God, no. Leo; don’t!” I shamelessly beg. Donna, alarmed by my tone,
shoots a glance between us, then it hits her too and she turns bright red just as
she was starting to get her normal color back from before.
“Leo!” she shouted as he started to exit.
“Don’t worry, Donna. I’ll make sure he’s the one that comes out looking like an
idiot.” He called over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him. That left
only me, Donna, and the Congressman in my room. I can’t read the expression
on his face. He looks very serious. I step forward to take whatever fallout comes
from this.
“Sir, if you’ll let me explain-“ I began.
“Josh, wasn’t it you who lectured me on campaign propriety?” The Congressman
interrupted me.
“Yes, sir, but-“
“And didn’t you tell me that there’s nothing you take more seriously than a
Presidential campaign?”
“Sir, we didn’t-“ Donna tried, but got no further than I did.
“I thought we were trying to avoid another hotel bed story in the news?” The man’
s mouth quirks and I realize he’s messing with me; well, with us, but mostly with
me.
“He gives you any trouble, you come see me chicken fighter.” He winks and
heads for the door.
“Congressman..?” Donna asks the question without asking the question. How
does she do that; convey an entire sentence with a look and one word?
“You and Josh are single adults. I trust there won’t be any reason to question the
professional integrity of either of you…although I am beginning to question
Donna’s personal judgment.” And out the door he goes. Congressman Matt
Santos, ladies and gentlemen, he’ll be playing here all week.
“What are we supposed to do now?” I ask rhetorically.
“I liked Leo’s Do Not Disturb sign idea.” She tells me as she runs a hand across
my back from behind me. What?
“What?” I turn and see Donna’s face inches from mine and she’s leaning towards
me. Why is it that I have so much trouble thinking when she’s this close to me?
Her lips capture mine and now breathing is proving to be too difficult. Donna
finishes the job she started before we were interrupted and my open shirt falls to
the floor. We take two steps back towards the bed before I regain consciousness.
“We can’t do this now.” I try to sound indignant.
“Oh, right.” She moves over to the door, opens it and places the Do Not Disturb
sign on the handle outside. I swear I hear twittering out in the hall. She closes the
door, tight, and puts the chain bolt on the door as well.
“Donna, maybe we should stop and think about this for a minute.” I say very
reasonably.
“No, no.” she wagged her finger at me and used a very stern voice. “You kissed
me first. You stood there, grabbed me and kissed me. Then you kissed me some
more and we were lying on the bed…you can’t take a time out to rethink things
now.” She stomps her foot; seriously stomps her foot at me as she powers up
her pout. God, she is adorable.
“Yeah, only you left out the part where half the campaign staff walked in on us,
the part where our Vice-Presidential candidate is on the phone right now telling
the President of the United States what he just walked in on, and the part where
our boss, the Congressman, made a joke about hotel bed stories in the
newspaper.”
“You know what? I did. You know what YOU left out?” I must have a blank look on
my face because she continues her rant as she slowly walks back toward me.
“You left out the part where I thought I lost you at Rosslyn, the part where
everyone but me died in an explosion halfway around the world. You left out the
part where we avoided this for 8 years so as not to embarrass the President or
risk our jobs. Most importantly, you left out the part where it’s finally alright for us
to explore this and you finally got the courage to take a chance to do that!” How
she ever got that whole speech out without taking another breath I’ll never know.
“So we are damn well going to explore this!” Donna pokes me in the chest as she
rants and her final poke pushes me back so that my legs hit the bed. Now she
shoves me back onto the bed and lays on top of me; running her hands from my
waist up my body until she knots her fingers in my hair and pulls my head up
enough so that our lips meet again.
Yeah, we are SO exploring this…every inch of this. Wait!
“Wait. We have staff in…(I search for the hotel clock) 45 minutes.” I’m thinking 45
minutes won’t be enough time to even get through my top 3 Donnatella fantasies.
“Then we’d better hurry.” Donna whispers in my ear before she takes my earlobe
between her teeth. In a classic move, if I don’t say so myself, I roll us both over
until I am on top. I look down into her bright, aroused blue eyes and I want to stay
there forever. Unfortunately, I now only have 44 minutes. Never fear, I do some
of my very best work on a deadline…
Author: Cathy Miller (cam7192003@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG 13
Category: Humor, romance..post ep for The Cold
Disclaimer: They are not mine. I make no money from them.
Feedback: Brightens my day!
A/N: I was inspired by the earlier post from Leila who asked if there were any
post-eps from “The Cold” where Josh and Donna got caught in the clinch. Then I
just had to write it. Also, it made for a nice break from the angsty story I’m
finishing up right now and all the depressing crap on the news right now.
A/N: Just because I’m feeling very left out…Famous Minnesotans include:
Senator Paul Wellstone, Charles Shulz of Peanuts fame, F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Garrison Keillor (Prairie Home Campanion), Laura Ingalls Wilder, Playwright
August Wilson was raised in St. Paul, 4 US “Supremes” (Blackman, Burger,
Butler, and Douglas), Hubert Humphrey, Eugene McCarthy, Walter Mondale, the
AMAZING Herb Brooks who brought the “Miracle” hockey team to a Gold medal
in 1980,Kent Hrbek, Kevin McHale, Charles Lindbergh, The Andrews Sisters,
Bob Dylan, Prince, Mike Farrell, Al Franken, Judy Garland, Dr. William Mayo
(world famous Mayo clinic) and Rose Totino; who founded Totino’s frozen food
and may be personally responsible for my horrible eating habits through
college….Now I feel much better!
Josh’s POV:
“We’re tied…nationally.” Donna’s face was literally glowing as she imparted this
momentous news.
“Holy Mother of God; we’ve caught him!” I grabbed Donna’s arms and the next
thing I knew I was kissing her. When I pulled away in stunned shock at what I had
just done, the line I had just crossed, I saw my feelings reflected in Donna’s face.
With only a moments’ hesitation and honestly no idea as to who initiated it the
second time, we’re kissing again and let me tell you that woman can kiss.
You know how sometimes you build something up in your mind so much that you’
re sure that reality can’t possibly live up to it? This was not that. I’ve imagined
kissing Donna thousands of times; in my office late at work one night, in my
apartment while we were sharing a laugh or some Chinese, at one of our formal
events when she looked even more amazing than usual, but that moment, that
initial kiss was never something I planned. It was simply a spontaneous reaction
to some great campaign news. But now that we’ve crossed that line, there is NO
way I’m going back to the other side of it.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I register hearing a moan come from Donna’s
throat and it sends heat through my body as my hands run along her body and
into her hair. Her hair is tucked up into one of those bun things, and that annoys
me, so I start pulling it loose. God, her hair is so soft and it smells incredible. The
blood has completely left my brain now, so I know I’m not capable of coherent
thought, but then we’ve never needed to “think” when we are together, we
just…meld. Like the moves of some dance we’ve been doing for years, we move
in tandem towards the bed and slowly sink down into it. She’s running her hands
down my chest since I conveniently left my shirt unbuttoned when I answered the
door, and she reaches up from below me on the bed to push it off my shoulders
when-
Shit! My door busts open and half the campaign staff clamors inside, all of them
talking over each other until they get a good look at us. Then there’s dead
silence. I stand up to shield Donna as best I can, but it’s completely useless. I
can tell by the stunned look on the faces in front of me. Donna gets up from the
bed and hands me my sweat pants. Good call Donna, I think, but it’s a little too
late for that. Suddenly, Leo bursts out in laughter, before starting to usher
people out of the room.
“Let’s move it along, people.” He’s still laughing as he looks back at us;
appearing like two teenagers caught by their parents on the living room couch.
“All the hotels you’ve stayed at in your life, you’ve never heard of a Do Not
Disturb sign, son?”
“Great tip.” I smirk back at him, surprised by the sparkle in his eyes.
“I’m going to go call the White House now…share our wonderful news.” Leo
adds, and for a second, I think he’s changing the subject back to our national
poll tie; then it hits me…The White House…share our wonderful news…No way
he’s talking about the poll. They’d have the same access to the numbers we
have. The only news he’d be sharing would be…and the only person he would
be sharing it with would be…
“Please God, no. Leo; don’t!” I shamelessly beg. Donna, alarmed by my tone,
shoots a glance between us, then it hits her too and she turns bright red just as
she was starting to get her normal color back from before.
“Leo!” she shouted as he started to exit.
“Don’t worry, Donna. I’ll make sure he’s the one that comes out looking like an
idiot.” He called over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him. That left
only me, Donna, and the Congressman in my room. I can’t read the expression
on his face. He looks very serious. I step forward to take whatever fallout comes
from this.
“Sir, if you’ll let me explain-“ I began.
“Josh, wasn’t it you who lectured me on campaign propriety?” The Congressman
interrupted me.
“Yes, sir, but-“
“And didn’t you tell me that there’s nothing you take more seriously than a
Presidential campaign?”
“Sir, we didn’t-“ Donna tried, but got no further than I did.
“I thought we were trying to avoid another hotel bed story in the news?” The man’
s mouth quirks and I realize he’s messing with me; well, with us, but mostly with
me.
“He gives you any trouble, you come see me chicken fighter.” He winks and
heads for the door.
“Congressman..?” Donna asks the question without asking the question. How
does she do that; convey an entire sentence with a look and one word?
“You and Josh are single adults. I trust there won’t be any reason to question the
professional integrity of either of you…although I am beginning to question
Donna’s personal judgment.” And out the door he goes. Congressman Matt
Santos, ladies and gentlemen, he’ll be playing here all week.
“What are we supposed to do now?” I ask rhetorically.
“I liked Leo’s Do Not Disturb sign idea.” She tells me as she runs a hand across
my back from behind me. What?
“What?” I turn and see Donna’s face inches from mine and she’s leaning towards
me. Why is it that I have so much trouble thinking when she’s this close to me?
Her lips capture mine and now breathing is proving to be too difficult. Donna
finishes the job she started before we were interrupted and my open shirt falls to
the floor. We take two steps back towards the bed before I regain consciousness.
“We can’t do this now.” I try to sound indignant.
“Oh, right.” She moves over to the door, opens it and places the Do Not Disturb
sign on the handle outside. I swear I hear twittering out in the hall. She closes the
door, tight, and puts the chain bolt on the door as well.
“Donna, maybe we should stop and think about this for a minute.” I say very
reasonably.
“No, no.” she wagged her finger at me and used a very stern voice. “You kissed
me first. You stood there, grabbed me and kissed me. Then you kissed me some
more and we were lying on the bed…you can’t take a time out to rethink things
now.” She stomps her foot; seriously stomps her foot at me as she powers up
her pout. God, she is adorable.
“Yeah, only you left out the part where half the campaign staff walked in on us,
the part where our Vice-Presidential candidate is on the phone right now telling
the President of the United States what he just walked in on, and the part where
our boss, the Congressman, made a joke about hotel bed stories in the
newspaper.”
“You know what? I did. You know what YOU left out?” I must have a blank look on
my face because she continues her rant as she slowly walks back toward me.
“You left out the part where I thought I lost you at Rosslyn, the part where
everyone but me died in an explosion halfway around the world. You left out the
part where we avoided this for 8 years so as not to embarrass the President or
risk our jobs. Most importantly, you left out the part where it’s finally alright for us
to explore this and you finally got the courage to take a chance to do that!” How
she ever got that whole speech out without taking another breath I’ll never know.
“So we are damn well going to explore this!” Donna pokes me in the chest as she
rants and her final poke pushes me back so that my legs hit the bed. Now she
shoves me back onto the bed and lays on top of me; running her hands from my
waist up my body until she knots her fingers in my hair and pulls my head up
enough so that our lips meet again.
Yeah, we are SO exploring this…every inch of this. Wait!
“Wait. We have staff in…(I search for the hotel clock) 45 minutes.” I’m thinking 45
minutes won’t be enough time to even get through my top 3 Donnatella fantasies.
“Then we’d better hurry.” Donna whispers in my ear before she takes my earlobe
between her teeth. In a classic move, if I don’t say so myself, I roll us both over
until I am on top. I look down into her bright, aroused blue eyes and I want to stay
there forever. Unfortunately, I now only have 44 minutes. Never fear, I do some
of my very best work on a deadline…
