Summary:
He couldn’t believe this was happening. Donna’s hands were in his hair and her mouth was on his and she tasted a bit like overpriced scotch and a bit like salvation. She tasted like finally. (Josh/Donna first time, missing scene from Election Night Part I)
Pairing: Josh Lyman/Donna Moss
Word Count: 2440 // Rating: Mature
Note:
*waves awkwardly* so this is my second time writing these characters and the first time writing smut for them so… this is me showing up to the fandom ten years late with starbucks and smut. please enjoy :)
Note #2: @dirty-brian is the enabler who prompted this. thank you lisa, ily ♥
AO3
He
couldn’t believe this was happening. Donna’s hands were in his hair and her
mouth was on his and she tasted a bit like overpriced scotch and a bit like
salvation.
She tasted like finally.
“Donna,” he said, breathless as
they came up for air. “Donna, Donna, Donna.”
“You just like saying my name,
don’t you?” And oh breathless sounded good on her.
“Why do you think I never used
the intercom?”
(His smirk was the same one
she’d seen for years when he thought he’d just won an argument or been
particularly witty.)
“You are a foolish man,
Joshua,” she said, smile breaking over her face.
“You know what? I’m not even
going to argue that.”
“You not arguing? The world
must be ending.”
“Why are you talking when we
could be, I don’t know, doing other things with our mouths?” His lips bumped
against the corner of her mouth, issuing an invitation for her to resume the
kissing he’d been thoroughly enjoying a short time ago.
“You
make an excellent point.” Donna slotted her lips against his, pressing him back
into the wall of her hotel room as he slid a hand up the back of her sweater.
It
didn’t take long for her tongue to make its way back into his mouth. She was
waging war on his senses with the determination and confidence of a warrior
woman of old and hadn’t figured out that he’d surrendered about eight years ago.
Her
nails scratched along his scalp and Josh couldn’t keep his hips from jumping
forward at the sensation, couldn’t keep his fingers from digging into her hip
and burying themselves deeper in her hair.
His head was spinning much more from her than from the scotch and he was suddenly glad that she hadn’t suggested another drink. He wanted to remember every single second of this.
Donna
eased one hand from the back of his neck, sliding it down until it rested
directly over his racing heart. She disentangled herself from the kiss slowly,
giggling when Josh tried to chase after her lips, eyes still closed.
“Much
as I like the idea of having my way with you against this wall, we should
probably move to the presumably comfortable bed over there.”
“Big
fan of the wall idea. We should definitely come back to that,” he said,
pressing his lips against the side of her neck.
“Josh!”
“I’m
serious,” he said, trailing his way down towards her collarbone.
“So am
I! Don’t want you to hurt yourself, old man. You’ve still got work to do.” She
stepped back. “Bed. Now.”
Josh
slumped back against the wall for a moment. “You know, you’re really hot when
you’re ordering me around.”
“Go!”
she said, swatting him on the shoulder with one of her shoes that she’d just
taken off.
“Yes
ma’am.” He pushed off of the wall and started sauntering towards the bed,
shedding his tie along the way.
He
flopped down on the bed on his back, legs still halfway off the bed. He propped
himself up on his elbows just in time to see Donna slip her thin sweater over
her head. Josh stared at her, mouth agape.
Her
hair was all mussed and staticy from the sweater and her bra was something
white and possibly lacy and Josh didn’t think he’d ever seen anything as
beautiful as her standing there, smiling shyly at him.
Then
the corner of her mouth ticked up, transforming her expression into a smirk as
she deftly pulled down the zipper of her skirt and pushed it off her hips and
Josh’s eyes were no longer anywhere near her face. He ran his gaze over her
greedily, taking in everything he’d been dreaming about, fantasizing about if
he was being honest, for years.
The
reality of Donna in nothing but a bra and panty hose and lace undies was better
than anything he’d ever imagined because she was real.
She
started walking towards him and his eyes locked on the way her breasts bounced
slightly with every step. It was one of those things he’d tried to pretend not
to notice when they were in the White House but now that he had the chance to
really look he wasn’t going to waste one moment.
“Scoot
back a bit,” Donna said when she was standing between his legs.
Josh
scrambled to do just that, settling more in the middle of the bed. Donna
crawled on the bed, crawled up him until their faces were even. His eyes
flicked from her face to her breasts and back.
“Donna,
I, I–” She didn’t let him find whatever words he was searching for, cutting him
off by pressing their lips together again.
As
their tongues tangled together again, Josh fumbled with the clasp of her bra.
He let out a victorious noise into their kiss as it finally came undone. Donna
pulled away and sat back putting pressure on his trapped erection. She shrugged
her bra off and dropped in on the floor next to the bed.
Josh
immediately reached up to palm her newly freed breasts, squeezing and fondling.
Donna ground down on him in retaliation before reaching to start attacking the
buttons on his shirt. Once his shirt was open Donna leaned back down, putting
her mouth right by his ear.
“You’re
still wearing too many clothes,” she said, lips brushing the shell of his ear,
making him shiver.
“We
should fix that.” Josh gripped her hips and rolled them over so he was hovering
over her, their hips pressed together and legs tangled. He captured her mouth
in a searing kiss, reveling in the way that the slip slide of her lips against
his, the glide of her tongue against his, made his brain go silent in a way
that nothing had ever managed before. There was no thought of the imminent
election or media coverage or anything else that had been dominating his
thoughts for the past year.
Donna,
like she always had been, was his calm center, his shelter in the storm.
He sat
back and shucked off his wrinkled button down before pulling his undershirt
over his head.
“Good
start,” Donna said, brushing a thumb over one of his nipples before trailing
down to tug at the waistband of his pants. “Think you can do better though.”
“Absolutely,”
he agreed.
He
scooted down her body, pausing to lave his tongue across her nipple. Josh moved
to stand at the end of the bed. Donna propped herself up on her elbows to watch
him, hair falling across her shoulders like spun gold and God,
when did he become such a sap?
(He
suspected it was sometime around the first time she’d sat across a table from
him and argued philosophical texts with him with fire in her eyes and a
certainty that she was right. Or maybe one of the countless times he’d looked
up to find her still working across from him when he’d told her to go home three
hours ago.)
He
looked up the bed at her, brow crinkling as he reached for the waistband of her
pantyhose. Donna nodded once, encouraging him, giving him the permission he was
seeking. He quickly pulled her hose down her legs, careless and impatient
enough in the action that the fine material ripped where his fingers dug into
it.
“Josh!
These were my best pair,” Donna complained as he finished rolling them off her
legs.
“Sorry,”
he said, balling them up and tossing them over his shoulder.
“No
you’re not.”
“I’m
really not. And while these,” he slid a finger under the waistband of her baby
blue, lace panties, “are very pretty, they’re going to have to go too.”
“Do not
rip them, Joshua.”
“I
won’t, Scout’s honor,” he said, sincere expression painted on his face.
Donna
flopped back on the bed with a huff. “Yeah, like you were ever a Boy Scout.”
He just
grinned at her and pulled her underwear down her legs gently before dropping
them next to the bed. His mouth was partially open as he ran his gaze over her
body, not sure where to look first.
“Josh?”
She sounded almost unsure in a way he hadn’t heard in a long time.
“You
are gorgeous, Donatella Moss. Absolutely stunning.” He put a knee on the bed,
leaning over her.
“Yeah,
whatever,” she said, smile back on her face as she rolled her eyes.
“I mean
it, Donna.” He ran his hands up her thighs, encouraging her to spread them for
him.
“I
know.”
“Good.”
He reached out and wasted no time in pressing his thumb to her clit, making her
gasp in a breath.
“Josh!”
“I’m
going to start thinking that you like saying my name, too,” he said, starting
to rub small circles against the sensitive nub.
“Oh my
god.” Her fists clenched in the hotel duvet.
Josh
dropped to his knees and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. “This okay?”
He asked peering up at her, breath skittering over her sex.
“God,
yes.”
He
buried his face between her thighs, devoting himself completely to his chosen
task with the same intensity he’d always brought to wrangling Congress and
doing the impossible for Leo. Josh flicked his tongue against her clit before
moving lower, thrusting his tongue into her in a preview of his plans for
later.
Donna
fisted her hand in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, pulling him back up
towards her clit. He took the hint and started focusing his attention there,
licking and sucking and careful scrapes of teeth. He took one of his hands off
her hips and slid them through her wetness berore slowly inserting a finger and
then two, curling them just so as he coordinated the movements of his tongue
and fingers.
Her
grip in his hair tightened as he sped up the movement of his tongue. He bit
down gently at the same time his fingers hit a sensitive spot inside of her and
Donna shattered around him, walls tightening around his fingers and thighs
tightening against his ears, muffling the soft cry she let out.
Josh
gently worked her down from the orgasm until he felt the tug in his hair
change, becoming more insistent. He raised his head to look at her, quickly
wiping the wetness off his face with the back of his hand.
“Get up
here,” Donna said, still breathless.
He
crawled up her body, taking in how she looked all glowing and sated, cementing
the image in his mind.
“Good?”
he asked when their faces were even. He leaned his forehead against hers.
“At the
risk of you being even more insufferably smug than normal, yes.” She leaned up
and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Now, you’re still wearing too many
clothes.”
Donna
rolled her hips against his still trapped erection. “Take them off,” she
whispered, lips brushing against his.
Josh
rolled off her to stand off to the side of the bed. He fumbled with the button
on his pants and quickly unzipped his fly as soon as he had mastered the
button. Within seconds, pants and boxers were both on the floor and he was
crawling back onto the bed.
Once he
was back next to her Donna reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock,
stroking slowly.
“God,
Donna,” he let out on a groan, dropping his head to rest on her shoulder.
Donna
pushed on his shoulder until he flopped onto his back. She swung a leg over
him, straddling him, sliding her slick sex against his hardness. “Ready?” she
asked.
“Yes.”
Slowly
Donna maneuvered until the tip of his cock was just nudging her opening. She
leaned down to press her lips to his in a sloppy open mouthed kiss as she eased
back on him until he was fully sheathed inside of her.
Josh’s
brain shorted out completely as he tried to focus on every sensation at once.
It was the warm tightness engulfing him and her mouth on his and Donna twining
their fingers together as she she started moving.
Josh
reached up with his free hand to palm one of her breasts when she sat back,
rolling the nipple between his fingers. Donna threw her head back and she
looked like a goddess, riding him and seeking her own pleasure.
It was
overwhelming, the friction and the fact that this was happening and that it was
Donna here on top of him embarking with him on
something he was hoping and praying was so much more than a last minute
campaign fling.
He
could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, the pleasure fizzing
through his veins and threatening to overwhelm him. He wasn’t going to last but
he was desperate to make sure that Donna came at least one more time. She
deserved that and more and he was going to make it happen.
“Come
here,” he said, voice low.
Without
losing her rhythm, Donna leaned down. Josh trailed kisses down her jawline
until he could latch onto her earlobe, worrying at it before moving to a spot
behind her ear that made her gasp and grind down on him hard.
He
thrust up, breath coming harder and pressure growing stronger. Donna rolled her
hips and he lost it, coming hard in fast, fingers digging into her skin as he
hung on for dear life.
“Sorry,
sorry, sorry,” he muttered.
“Hey,
it’s okay,” Donna soothed, slowing her motions as he began to soften inside of
her.
Josh
didn’t say anything, just adjusted his hand and started rubbing at her clit in
the same patterns that he had discovered he responded to with his tongue
earlier.
“Come
on, Donna. One more time.”
“Josh,
I can’t.”
“You
can. You can do anything.” He redoubled his efforts as Donna’s breathing sped
up.
It was
with a quiet cry that she came around him, collapsing onto his chest as she
came down.
They
basked in the rare silence between them as he slipped out of her and they
rearranged themselves so Donna was only half on top of him. She made a sleepy,
satisfied sound as she pillowed her head on his chest and Josh’s heart felt
like it was overflowing with warmth.
Tomorrow
they could talk about what all this meant and worry about the election and
everything that it would change about their lives. Tonight was for them and for
not even questioning that Donna was staying here and that they were sleeping in
the same bed.
Tonight
was theirs. Tomorrow could wait.