"Umm, Josh? Exactly how did they find out about us?" Donna questioned. After strategizing about re-election with Toby, CJ and Sam for the past few hours, she and Josh had driven to his apartment with definite plans on how to spend the rest of the night. But Donna was determined to find out a few things before they got to the bedroom. She figured if she started asking while they were still in the foyer, she might actually get some answers.

"Huh?" Josh was much too distracted by kissing her throat and he didn't really pay much attention to her words.

"I asked *How did they all find out about us?*" She refused to let him kiss her into oblivion so, as usual, she would forget what she wanted to say.

"Oh, uh, that. Sam heard us." He paused to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck right below her ear and was rewarded by a small moan. "The other night in the bullpen. When we were talking about the red stuffed animal thingy." He gently nipped at her lobe.

"Teddy. It's called a teddy, Joshua. And I told you we shouldn't have been talking about that in the White House!" Really, she didn't want to forget what she was saying to him, but his lips and hands were very distracting. Somehow, he had managed to unbutton her blouse and was starting to slide it off her arms.

"But, Donna, if I recall, it was you who started it. Trying to coerce me into joining you at your apartment so that you could model it for me." This statement was punctuated by another kiss, this time on her shoulder.

"I did no such thing! You were driving me nuts about coming back to your place and all I said is that I wanted to sleep in my own bed for a change. You were the one that brought up the teddy." His talented mouth was , as she predicted, making her forget what she was trying to say. His lips had wandered further and were grazing along the skin exposed by the top of her lacy blue bra.

"Well, there you go. You mentioned a bed. That's all it really takes for my mind to wander. Speaking of, do you think we might manage to wander back into the bedroom? I've been thinking of a few alternate strategies for tonight. Ones that don't include the President. Ones that include just you, me and a very comfortable and spacious bed."

With some effort, she managed to escape from his arms and placed some distance between them. She realized they had somehow managed to make it as far as the threshold of the bedroom. She directed a glare in his direction, determined to have her say before crossing it. "Seriously, Josh. Sam was pissed. And CJ and Toby may be happy for us now, but that won't last long. This is really bad timing."

He closed the space she had created between them and gathered her against his body again. "Don't think about it. For tonight, for right now, it's just us. And the bed. Have I mentioned the bed? And, quite possibly, some very hot sex?"

"Yes, you have. Quite frequently, actually. And, gee, the bed's right behind us. How did that happen?" She gave up all hope of trying to have a serious discussion and gave in to the incredible feelings he was arousing in her.

"Don't know. Must have been some very clever *strategizing* on my part," he smirked.

She gave a snort of derision and said, "Oh, just shut up and kiss me already!"

"I thought you'd never ask." He kissed her and walked her backwards until her knees hit the edge of the bed and she tumbled onto it, laughing. He knelt at the edge of the bed and worked his hands up under her skirt until he reached the top edge of her pantyhose. Slowly, he drew them over her hips and down her long legs. He paused to kiss her instep, and then slowly worked his way up along her ankles and calves to her thighs. When he reached the hem of her skirt, he decided he needed a new plan. "Uh, Donnatella, I think you have too many clothes on."

She leaned up on her elbows and peered at him kneeling before her on the floor. "*I* have too many clothes on? I'm the one half undressed here. You, on the other hand, have *all* your clothes on."

"Well, yeah. It's really hard to make love to you when you have any type of clothes on. So even little things, like a skirt and panties, are *too* much. And I can fix the other thing." He quickly stood up to undress, but Donna had other ideas. She scooted up on the bed until she was kneeling at the edge in front of him.

"Let me." She started to unbutton his shirt with one hand and undo the belt at his waist with the other. Soon, what remained of his clothes was pooled at his ankles. Somehow, Donna managed to change their positions so that he was sitting on the bed and she was standing before him. She quickly pulled off his shoes and socks and tugged at his pants until he was completely naked.

Josh grabbed her hands and tried to pull her onto the bed next to him, but she resisted. "Oh, no! You're going to have to wait just a little bit longer. I have an idea."

She moved to the CD player on his dresser and searched until she found an appropriately seductive jazz CD. She popped it in the player and began to dance. Josh realized what she was up to and moved up to lean against the headboard as he enjoyed the show.

With her back to him, she slowly worked the zipper of her skirt down. She did a little shimmy of her hips in time to the music and the skirt slid off. She kicked it off to the side and peered over her shoulder at Josh. He sat at the head of the bed, completely entranced. "Like what you see so far?"

"Oh, yeah. In fact, I think blue may be my new favorite color on you. Or off of you," he suggested with a leer, as he took in her attire of a lacy electric blue bra and matching panties.

"Well, I'm not done yet. You'll just have to be a little more patient," she drawled as she danced her way over to the side of the bed nearest him.

"Dooonnnaaa," He whined.

"Patience, Josh. It will be worth the wait. I promise." She unclasped her bra and seductively slid the straps down her arms and removed it all together. With a flick of her wrist, she skipped the silk and lace fabric across Josh's skin. His erection danced.

"Please, no more torture," he groaned, as he grabbed the fabric and used it to reel her toward him. When she was close enough to touch, he put his hands around her waist and pulled her down on top of the bed. "Enough. Now it's my turn."

He began by leaning close enough to kiss her, but never quite made contact with her lips. He shadowed that movement with his hands, hovering near her breasts, but not quite touching them. He repeated this a few times, causing her to groan in frustration. "Patience, Donna. You just have to be a little more patient," he mimicked.

"Last time I try seducing you," she grumbled.

This made him laugh outright, and the dimples came out in full force. "Not quite so much fun when it's you that's being tortured, is it?" But the sight of her nearly naked body on his bed made him give in to temptation. He captured her pouting lips in a deep kiss that left both of them breathless. "Hey, Donna? You still have too many clothes on," he whispered and deftly removed the wisp of panties that remained.

His hands skimmed across her body, making her writhe in pleasure. "No more teasing, Josh. Make love to me," she begged.

"With pleasure, Donnatella." They kissed and touched and fondled one another until they could no longer stand the torment of waiting. Slowly, Josh sank his throbbing erection into her, moaning at the feelings it elicited. "God, Donna, you're so hot and wet."

He began to rock his hips back and forth. She arched into him, bringing his body close to her aching clit. "More, Josh, please." He pumped harder, his hand reaching down to rub at her tender folds, until he felt her start to clench in climax. "Yes.... ohh... Joshua!" she moaned as the sensation he was creating made her come. Driven by the feeling of her orgasm and his own need, Josh spilled himself into her.

Afterwards, tangled together on the sheets, Josh cuddled her close. "So, it was worth Sam finding out about the red thing, wasn't it?"

"Not quite, but I'm too damned tired to do anything about it. And at least they all know about us now. It's better then trying to hide. But you're still going to pay, Josh. I'll find a way," she threatened tiredly. Noticing the smirk that was forming on his face, she continued. "Don't get too full of yourself! Staying up until the wee hours of the morning would make any woman tired. Go to sleep, Josh."

Right before her eyes closed and she drifted to sleep, she swore she heard him say, "Doesn't matter. I am *still* da man!"

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