He was waiting just beyond the security gates, just as he had promised. He hadn’t seen her yet, but was watching passengers get their luggage scanned and subjecting themselves to searches. He looked nervous, and she couldn’t tell if it was from watching the burly security officers or because of the talk they had promised to have. She hoped it was the former, but feared it was the latter.

He finally spotted her shining blond hair in the crowd and grinned. When she was within a few feet of him, he took two steps forward and engulfed her in a hug.

“You’re home,” he breathed into her hair.

“I’m home,” she agreed with a tired smile, as she pulled out of his embrace.

He studied her for a moment, taking in her travel weary posture and lone carry on tote. “Where’s your luggage?”

“I had to check it. Mom sent me back with a lot more stuff than I arrived with.”

“I know how that is,” he commiserated, as they made their way to the luggage carousels and located her bags. From there, they headed to the parking garage. They talked a little bit about White House business and their friends, but remained mostly silent on the drive to her apartment. Once there, Donna started the coffee maker and the two of them settled onto her sofa.

Josh opened the conversation. “So. That talk you said we needed to have – we’re not actually going to, are we?”

“Yes, Joshua,” she laughed. “We really are.”

“Because I can think of better ideas,” he added.

She quirked her brow at him. “Such as?”

“Well, you could brief me on your vacation. I’ll even let you do note cards and everything.”

“Nope. Anyhow, it wasn’t a vacation. It was taking care of my family.”

“Ok, fair point. Then tell me about your family.”

“Later. Right now, we need to talk about us.”

“Don-na!”

“Jo-osh!”

“Fine,” he agreed petulantly. “Talk.”

Despite having practiced what she would say on the flight home, she was reluctant to put her thoughts and feelings into words without his cooperation. She was pretty sure she knew what the result of this conversation would be, but what if she was wrong? She jokingly admonished his curt order. “Oh, no! You’re not getting out of this that easily. You need to talk too.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll just have to deprive you of coffee.”

He snorted. “Like you’d bring me the coffee anyhow.”

“I was going to,” she informed him teasingly, “but now, I don’t know.”

She started to stand up, intent on heading to the kitchen, but Josh grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down to the sofa. Somehow, she overbalanced and wound up in his lap.

Surprised at the sudden intimacy, they stared at each other for a moment, before Donna gave in to impulse and kissed him. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but grew in intensity as each parted their lips to allow better access. By the time they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily.

Josh leaned his forehead against hers and commented, “Uh, Donna? I didn’t think this was the type of talking you had in mind.”

”Oh, shut up,” she grumbled as she kissed him again. This time, the kiss was slower, but no less impassioned. Their tongues dueled, tasting and testing, until both were breathless.

Coming to her senses and realizing that this was not what she had intended, Donna pulled away. “You’re right. This wasn’t what I had in mind. We really do need to talk.”

“I’m thinking those kisses pretty much covered everything we needed to talk about. How about we just continue them?” Josh suggested. She started to move off his lap so that there was some distance between them, but Josh held her in place. “Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere.

She felt his erection beneath her and protested, “Josh, we can’t talk like this.”

“Then let’s not talk.”

“Josh,” she said warningly.

“Ok, I’ll talk, you listen. Remember, two weeks ago, when I told you that Amy and I were over? And when I said that now I could have the relationship I really wanted?”

She looked at him warily, but nodded her head.

He pulled her tighter into his embrace and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “This is it.”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” she complained.

“What? Did you miss the part where I said *this* is the relationship I wanted?”

“No, but I thought there would be more – I don’t know! A discussion about our feelings, or about our behavior this past year, or – something.”

“And you’re disappointed because there’s not?” he questioned.

“Not disappointed. More like deflated. I had a whole speech planned. I practiced on the plane,” she told him.

“Well, now it’s out of the way. And we can concentrate on other things, better things.”

“Like?”

“Like kissing. Kissing is definitely considered better things,” he informed her and then proceeded to show her.

Soon it became apparent to both of them that kissing wasn’t nearly enough. Her shirt and bra were pushed above her breasts, and Josh’s hands were currently fondling the hard nipples. She had undone his belt and pants and her fingers were deep within his boxers, stroking his erection. She managed to pull away from his questing lips long enough to mutter, “We need to move this someplace else, like the bedroom.”

Reluctant to let her go, he started to stand with her still in his arms, but she weighed more than he expected and they went tumbling back onto the sofa. “Ok, new plan. You get up and walk to the bedroom, I’ll be right behind you.”

“Ok,” she agreed, “But no last minute regrets. You are definitely finishing what you started, Joshua.” She pulled her shirt and bra completely off, then, with a seductive smile, headed into the bedroom.

The sight of her nearly naked body was all the encouragement he needed. He stood, tripping on his pants and boxers as they fell to his ankles. Cursing in frustration, he quickly shucked them off, and then followed Donna.

When he reached the bedroom, he discovered that she had already removed the rest of her clothes and was deliciously bare. He took a moment to remove his shirt and socks, then launched himself onto the bed next to her. His lips found hers once more and their limbs entwined as they touched and fondled each other. Josh was about to settle between her legs, his throbbing erection mere inches away from heaven, when she stopped him.

“Condoms,” she panted.

“Where?” he asked, automatically reaching for the bedside table’s drawer. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“I don’t have any,” she moaned in frustration, further explaining, “It’s been a while since I’ve needed one.”

He collapsed next to her and joined her in groaning in frustration. Then something occurred to him. “Wait. I think – hold on a second,” he exclaimed as he leapt from the bed and headed out to the living room.

“Josh? What are you doing?” she called after him.

“One minute, Donna. Just give me one minute,” he called back. She heard a triumphant “Aha!” and then he was rushing back to the bed.

She propped herself up on an elbow and stared at the shiny foil packet he held. “Where did you get that?”

“I, uh, had it in my pocket,” he admitted.

“Josh! That thing probably isn’t any good anymore. They have expiration dates, you know.”

“This one’s pretty new.”

”How do you know?”

“Donna, you don’t really want to know,” he told her.

“Amy?” she guessed.

“Yeah.”

“Uuhhh!” She flopped back on the pillows, and weighed her options. Sex with Josh now, with a condom originally intended for Amy, or sex with Josh later - much later – after one of them had made a trip to the store. Sex with Josh now won out.

She held her hand out for the condom. “Give it to me,” she commanded. “We’re using this now, but tomorrow, you’re going out and buying more.”

He readily agreed and then she started putting the condom onto him, and he lost all coherent thought. Her hands were soft and smooth as she slowly unrolled the condom, massaging his aching cock as she went. When she reached the base, she gave him an extra little squeeze and he thought he would explode. Putting a condom on had never felt this good before.

He rolled her to her back and knelt between her thighs, before slowly sinking into her slick passage. “God, Donna, you feel so tight.”

Her response was to simply moan his name as he pulled away slightly and then plunged back in. Her fingers grasped at his hips and ass, urging him even deeper.  He complied, and soon they were moving together in tandem, their bodies seeking release from years of sexual tension.  She was close to coming, and she urged him closer, until he was rubbing against the sensitive nub of her clit, and then she lost all thought as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her.  She distantly heard him call her name and then felt him pulsing inside of her, his own orgasm slowing his rapid pumping motions.

Together, they drifted back to reality, their sweat slicked bodies nestled close. When he had recovered somewhat, Josh rose from the bed and quickly disposed of the condom in the bathroom. He came back to the bed and lay against the pillows, pulling Donna’s languid form against his chest

“So, do we still need to talk?” he asked.

“Nope,” she grinned. “I think that about covered it.”

“Good,” he told her, his grin matching hers. “I’ve got some ideas for future conversations, if you’re interested.”

“Oh, I’m definitely interested,” she agreed.

“Then it’s settled. Plan on having many more conversations with me, Donnatella Moss.”

“Yes, sir,” she acquiesced with a giggle.

And they settled down into the blankets to do just that.

Want to know what led up to the events in this story? Read the previous stories: Amy, Josh and Donna.

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