Title: Cardinal Rules (1/?)
Authors: me and Cathy
Disclaimer: Not ours; no copyright infringement intended
Rating: R! Very, very R! There is MUCH adult content in this. Not
just smut but actual adult issues, too.
Timing: Season 4 – Post Process Stories
Category: Angst and AU. And I don't mean to spoil, but this is us, so
you can expect the romance, too.
Feedback: Oh come on. You know you want to! It's okay. Go ahead and
give in. Cathy and I are your friendly neighborhood enablers.
A/N: Cathy and I can never stay parted for long. This fic was spawned
from an idea in another fic of mine. Then Cathy asked one innocent
question and it went in a totally different direction. There are no
shades of the original idea in here (which I suppose means there's
still that other fic out there for us to write). This is why I like
writing with Cathy. Together we take an idea and make it way better.
This, my friends, is extremely angsty. This fic has more twists than
a Twizzler. Please sit back and enjoy the ride. You will get a new
chapter every day.
Election Night.
DONNA'S POV
Josh kicks the door to his apartment shut and reattaches his lips to
mine. It's been a really long day and a really long night, but I
think it's going to be getting a whole helluva lot better!
Once the champagne started flowing, things started getting a little
out of control. Shots emerged. The girls started making stupid bets.
I introduced Josh to Jack Reese, then Bonny dared me to let Larry do
a shot out of my belly button.
After that, I was jerked abruptly into Josh's office. He said I
shouldn't cross the line like that with a co-worker and then
propelled himself over it by grabbing me and kissing me.
I suppose that theory doesn't count when massive amounts of sexual
tension is involved as in our case.
I'm flat on my back naked on his couch before I know it, and I'm
praying to God that I'm not so drunk that I tell him that I love him.
That would be bad. This is nothing. This is just two co-workers
getting completely drunk and doing something they shouldn't. It's two
people breaking way too much sexual tension.
That's it.
Right?
It has to be because I'm never doing this with him again.
We sit up on his couch and I'm totally naked in his lap. "This is
SUCH a bad idea." I groan as his mouth moves from my neck to my
breasts. A moan comes right from my toes, as he pulls a peak into his
mouth.
"Still think it's a bad idea?" he smirks.
"Well…not AS bad of an idea."
He chuckles and moves to my other breast.
"Joosshhuuuaa." I moan as he moves me back to my back.
"Oh, Donna," he replies. "Please feel free to say my name like that
at regular intervals."
"I'm very drunk."
"Me too!"
"You are?"
"Of course! You didn't think I'd A) think this was a good idea sober;
or B) take advantage of you drunk, did you?"
"Well, no. Not when you put it that way."
"Not that I haven't thought about this sober." He says quickly,
popping up and looking me in the eye. "I mean, I don't get drunk and
grab the first girl in my vicinity."
"Uh-huh." I say.
"I don't!"
"That's not what your reputation is. AND you went tearing out of the
bullpen in search of those car loads of women."
"I didn't take one of them home with me."
Or Amy, thank God, but I keep that thought to myself. Don't break the
cardinal rule of bringing up exes while having sex. Do one night
stands actually have rules?
I'm going to have to find another job tomorrow.
He returns to my breasts and all thoughts of work, exes, campaigns,
car loads of women, are blissfully pushed from my mind.
I can't remember the last time my body was this sensitive. All
cylinders are firing at full capacity and every nerve synapse in my
body is standing at attention and feeling this man's body against
mine.
It's really hot.
He slips his fingers into me and I press a palm to my forehead. Just
the thought of any part of Josh's body inside me causes very pleasant
thoughts and at the moment, very pleasant feelings.
Don't tell him I love him. Don't tell him I love him. Don't tell him
I love him.
"Josh."
"Mmm?"
"That's really nice."
"Thank you." He says as he moves back to my neck, but his movements
and kissing has slowed down a bit from the drunken fervor it was a
few minutes ago. It's languorous, and I give myself total points for
thinking up that word right now.
I bite my lip and throw my head back into the couch as orgasm number
one takes me over.
He's very impressive. I've never had an orgasm before from that. I
should have known Josh would have that talent. I open my eyes and
he's looking at me curiously.
"Nice ride?" he asks.
I push against his shoulders and turn us over, so I'm on top. "You
ain't seen nuthin' yet, buddy."
"Oh, my Lord." He looks turned on and a little afraid, like I'm about
to crack out this equipment he seems to think I have.
Okay. I DO have some equipment, but we're at his place, not mine.
I maintain eye contact with him, as I slowly slide down around him.
He's the first to break it when his eyes roll to the back of his head
and slam shut.
Hell yeah, mister!!
Damn, I'm drunk.
"Donna?" He groans, as I slowly start to move.
"Hmmm?"
"I'm having very naughty thoughts of this and my desk at work."
"Don't be silly, Joshua, you know we can't do this again after
tonight." If he were looking at me at this moment, he'd probably see
the pain in my eyes at that thought. I'm really glad he can't see it
right now.
"Right." He says. "That's too bad."
What!? No, he's just saying that because I'm providing some really
amazing sex right now. That's the building orgasm talking. Time to
bring out the big guns.
He squeaks in protest as I slide myself off of him and begin kissing
my way down his chest. "Donna, I'm not a young guy anymore and this
is mostly alcohol working here. You better hope your plan works."
"I have faith in your virility." I say huskily as I dip my tongue
into his belly button and he groans.
I kiss my way along his stomach and though I've fantasized frequently
about it when he complains of stiffness, I intentionally avoid the
bullet scar. Things have slowed down a bit from the drunken romp, but
I'm not ready to attach that kind of emotion to this.
So, I turn my attention to a different kind of stiffness.
"Donna!" he yelps as my lips make contact. "Bad idea."
"Why?" I pout up at him.
"Because it's just…" he trails off waving his hand between us. "I
really wish I didn't look at you just now."
"Relax." I whisper and blow a light breath up one side and down the
other. He groans deeply and falls back against the couch.
I set back to my task as he starts squirming beneath me and now I'm
having inappropriate thoughts of his desk at work. I feel him start
to pulse and he grabs me and tosses me back onto my back. He slides
back into me and catches my lips in the process.
My fingers trail lightly up and down his back and I give in a little
bit and let my thumb gently graze the bullet scar. But now I'm
fascinated by the feel of it, like I'm touching velvet for the first
time, and my thumb starts running itself over it in time with our
rhythm.
Josh breaks the kiss and meets my eyes, then slows down again. He
holds my gaze for a moment, and I feel it in my chest, and then he
drops his head to my shoulder. I think he felt it, too.
That was bad. There was a connection there. There was not supposed to
be any kind of connection. One night stands are all about too much
scotch and champagne.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and bite my lip as I ride the wave
of pleasure. He tenses up and whispers my name, so I clench my
muscles around him. He pops his head up and looks at me in surprise.
"Well, that's nice." He says with a look of wonder.
"Never had that?" I give him my best doe-eyed look.
"Uh-uh."
"Too bad."
"Well, it's the first time I've ever…" His eyes go wide as we reach
the same horrifying realization.
Not an ounce of protection between us.
"Uh, Donna?" he squeaks.
"Yeah, I didn't think of that before either."
"Too much scotch."
"Too much bursting sexual tension."
"That too." He says. "You're on the pill though, right?"
"Nope."
"Okay, then." He squeaks again.
"I'm sure it's fine." I say.
"You're SURE it's fine?"
"I don't have a calendar in front of me, Josh." I shoot back.
"Sorry."
He drops down besides me and kisses my shoulder, pulling the blanket
off the back of the couch and covering us.
"I don't want to think about it right now." He declares in an
incredibly irresponsible way.
That's okay, neither do I. I snuggle down into his arms. It's the
only time I'll ever get to enjoy this anyway.
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JOSH'S POV
I'm awakened out of a very deep alcohol induced sleep to someone
vomiting in my bathroom.
Shit! Donna!
I pounce off the couch and stop a minute while my head stops spinning.
I'm naked.
I'm naked?
I look around and clothes are everywhere.
My mind drifts back to the events of a few hours ago and I smile.
NO! Don't smile! It's a one night stand. One does not smile over a
one night stand.
Except I totally knew that Donna would be awesome in bed. Or at least
me and her together would be awesome in bed. There was way too much
sexual tension between us not to be.
She hurls again and with a deep sigh, I head to my bedroom. I pull on
a pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt and grab clothes for her, too.
I go back to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. When I return
to the bathroom, I see she's already raided my dresser wearing a pair
of my pajama pants and a Harvard t-shirt.
She looks adorable in my clothes.
But I can't think like that. This is a one night stand. This meant
nothing. It was just sex.
Except there were a few moments there when it was so obviously NOT
just sex.
No. It was just sex.
She smiles gratefully at the glass of water and drains it. Then she
rinses her mouth with mouthwash. I very courteously do the same. My
head's spinning a bit, but I don't feel sick and her color is
returning.
"Thanks." She smiles shyly. Things are about to get awkward, so I
lean in and kiss her. We have to get past awkward. I can't be awkward
with her. I need her to be the same Donna she always is. Perky,
funny, chatty, beautiful, efficient Donna.
Not too freaked out to make eye contact with her boss Donna.
"Maybe I should call a cab?" she suggests hesitantly.
"Maybe you should just spend the night with me." I whisper, pushing
her up against the vanity.
"Josh…"
"I like it when you say my name the other way."
She hops up on the vanity, I think to give us a little distance.
"We can't be this way, Josh. We have to forget this night happened."
She says and I can see the sadness in her eyes. But I take note of
the way her finger is trailing up and down my arm. These are not the
actions of two people who did not just connect during sex. I've had
one night stands before and I've had no problem letting go of the
woman afterwards.
My hand slides to the small of her back and I pull her towards me.
"I don't want to forget it."
"It was a drunken one night stand, Josh."
"Doesn't mean I have to forget it." I retort. I can accept the one
night stand part. Sleeping with my assistant was not a good idea.
Since the day I met her, I have vowed not to be that guy. I should
have known I'd never be able to hold out.
"Josh." She says, but now her whole hand is running up and down my
arm.
"Why can't we just chalk it up to being `that crazy thing we did that
one time?'"
She cocks her head to the side and looks at me. I love when she does
that. "And you don't think it'll get weird."
"Do you not see me studiously trying to avoid weird?"
"Fair point."
"Thank you."
"That crazy thing we did that one time, huh?" she says.
"I think we can handle that." I nod confidently. Though I'm not sure
I'll ever be able to look at her without visualizing her head in my
lap.
"How about that crazy thing we did TWICE?" she suggests, linking her
feet behind my back and trapping me against her.
Guess her stomach doesn't bother her anymore.
"Even better." I leer before pressing my mouth against hers.
TBC