Back to the White House

Rating: R

Summary: Josh and Donna's first time in the White House since the statementing.

Author's Notes: This is the forth 'change-ep' in the series and is for "Drought Conditions."

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Will and I walk into the White House and Josh is standing there in the lobby on his phone. I haven't seen him in a week, since the last debate, and he's looking good enough to taste, so I can't help but reach over and lightly pinch his butt as we pass, which makes him jump. I don't look back as we go into the lobby, but I can just about imagine the look on his face.

A month and a half. That's how long it's been since the first statement was made and the condoms were purchased. Did I feel… what word am I looking for… easy…for purchasing condoms with the intentions of using them the day of our first kiss? No. Maybe I should've, but eight years people. Eight years. When in the hell are we going to move this thing along?

I go through the bullpen out of habit and stop at Josh's office. I've never seen it so clean. The desk is empty, the computer's turned off, and there's no coat on the rack. The bookshelf still has books on it, but not as many, and the chalkboard's not there any more. I lean on the doorframe and look at it for a minute. The non-work thoughts that went through my mind in this room…

An hour or so later, Senator Rafferty's statement about health care comes out and something hits me as odd. I seek Josh out, only to find him in the lobby again, once again talking on his phone. Hot. The man looks hot. Or maybe I just need sex. Sex, with Josh. Hmm… suddenly non-work thoughts are going through my mind again. Senator Rafferty, Donna, remember Senator Rafferty.

I walk up to him and tell him to hang up. He looks at me like I've lost my mind, but I ignore him and drag him into a closet to talk to him about this statement.

"Is our relationship about to change?"

"The rest of Senator Rafferty's plan came….wait…" I look up at him. "Did you just ask if our relationship was about to change?"

He shrugs and has a rather painful look on his face. "I panicked."

I raise my eyebrows. "Because I thought it was pretty clear that our relationship is indeed changing."

He nods. "Yes."

"Because up until two months ago, we'd never…you know."

"Made statements."

"You're going to continue to use that word for the rest of our lives, aren't you?"

"I plan to, yes," he says, either not catching onto the 'rest of our lives' part or not freaking out by it.

"So, the question…"

"I panicked Donna. We're in the White House. The building I spent seven years denying any…" he waves his hands around.

"Feelings?"

"Yes, denying any feelings I may or may not have had. It's a habit. I can't be…" he waves his hands around again.

"Feeling things?" This is fun. He's freaking out.

"Yes, I can't be feeling things for you in the White House. My brain won't go there."

"So you're saying you don't feel things for me in the White House?" I ask him in mock indignation, which makes him immediately back-peddle.

"No! No! I do. I feel things. Many, many things." He growls that last part out.

Do not smile at him. "But you said..."

"My brain goes into denial mode here."

"I see," I say, unable to keep the smile off my face any longer.

"You really don't."

"No, but you're kind of cute trying to explain it like that." I lean in and kiss him softly on the neck.

"Donna!"

"What?"

"This is the White House!"

I let my lips travel up to his jaw line. "We've been through that."

"We can't statement… not here." He's got the voice thing going on. You know the one.

I switch sides of his neck and he groans. "Why not? Are they gonna fire us?"

"Funny. You're very funny."

I loosen his tie and unbutton his top button. "Think about it Josh," I whisper and kiss him softly at that spot where neck becomes chest. I love that spot."Did you ever want to kiss me when we worked together?"

He opens his mouth to speak, but then closes it and finally just nods.

"Did you ever wonder what it would be like to kiss me… here."

"In the closet?" he asks in a strangled voice.

"In the White House, Josh."

"No." I stand straight up and raise my eyebrows at him. Please. Like I never saw the looks. "Ok, maybe once or twice."

"Once or twice?" I kiss his ear and then pull the lobe into my mouth and suck lightly.

He groans. "A week. Once or twice a week."

I glance down to his hands, which are fisted tightly on his sides, and then I run my fingers down his chest but whisper in his ear so he can feel my breath. "I guess I wanted you more than you wanted me then." I kiss his neck again, this time using my teeth just a little.

"An hour. Once or twice an hour. Every time you stepped foot into my office, every time I heard your voice, every time you saved my day. You wore a red dress for a date once, and…."

"I remember it. You were mean to me." I don't stop what I'm doing to his neck, and he leans his head a little to I can get to it better.

"So I didn't shove you against the wall right there."

"When else?" I whisper as I move back up to his ear and stick my tongue in it ever so slowly.

"Last year when you were begging me to tell you what I got you for Christmas." His voice is getting very husky; which is quite a turn-on. Still, he hasn't touched me. That's quite a turn-on too.

"I was excited."

"So was I, most of the night."

"Tell me more," I say in the sexiest voice I can come up with. It's not really all that sexy, but it must do the trick, because he makes a choking sound.

"When you were freaking out in the file room during the investigation. Every time you tied my bowtie."

"Mmm…you always smelled so good." I start running my fingers through his hair while I switch sides again.

He's breathing heavier now. "The night you told me I was more handsome than Joe Quincy."

"You are."

"When you yelled at me about mandatory minimums. Every time you stole a French fry from me. Once when you refused to give me my change after you picked up lunch."

"I don't remember that," I say quietly, not stopping what I'm doing.

"You were proving a point."

"I'm good at that."

"Among other things," he says, letting his head fall all the way back, giving me access to his Adam's apple.

"The time you offered to put me on a stamp I almost jumped over the desk," I whisper as I undo another button on his shirt.

"Me too. You said philately's fun and I…"

"It is fun." And that does it. As I say that, his hands come up from his sides and cup my face, bringing me to him. He kisses me deeply and forcefully while he backs me into the door.

"Every time you…sat on my…desk…I wanted to…" he gets out between kisses.

He starts kissing my neck like I did his earlier, and wow… that feels so nice. "Your desk held many fantasies for me."

He groans again. "Late at night…when we were working late…all I could think about…"

"Me too." Now I'm the one groaning. His hands start traveling down my body, one hand cupping my breast through my shirt, the other on my hip.

"When you'd come into my office…and shut the door…"

"I wanted you to push me against it…"

"Like now?" he says in an extremely sexy voice.

"Yeah. Like now," I breathe out.

The talking stops and the making-out continues for who knows how long. The next time I open my eyes, his dress shirt's gone, his t-shirt's untucked, my shirt's unbuttoned and my bra's unhooked. And that's when it occurs to me. I'm about to have sex in the White House.

"Josh," I kind of pant out. "We can't do this here."

Immediately, his mouth leaves my breast and he looks at me with swollen lips, messed up hair, lipstick on his neck, and all logic leaves me. "Forget I said that," I say, attacking his mouth again and pulling him closer to me by wrapping a leg around his waist.

"I don't have any…"

"I'm on the pill."

"But you bought condoms."

"How long since you…"

"A long damn time, you?"

"May," I say, hoping he doesn't pick up on the Colin thing. I mean, I'm sure he knows, but he doesn't have to KNOW. You know what I mean?

"Let's pretend I don't know what you're talking about," he says as he pulls away from my neck and undoes the button on my pants. I step out of them as he lets his own pants fall to the floor, and then we're… you can't call it making love in a broom closet of the White House, so I'll say having sex.

Hmm…can't say I expected to be doing this… here… today.