As Josh let himself into his apartment, a bottle of Merlot tucked beneath his arm, he noticed it was definitely not how he had left it earlier that morning. Instead of a kitchen counter littered with bagel crumbs and used knives, the granite top was neat and clean. And instead of pitch black, quiet rooms, there was a soft glow coming from his bedroom and romantic music playing in the background.

�Josh? Is that you?� Donna�s voice floated out to him and he grinned. She was always taking time to make his apartment a warm and welcoming place. She must have cleaned his kitchen before settling in the bedroom with a book or something while waiting for him to get home.

He headed down the hall in that direction of her voice. �Donna?�

He could hear the exasperation in her voice when she answered, �No, it�s Janice, the Trekkie. Of course it�s me. C�mere.�

�Yeah, give me a minute,� he called back. Retracing his steps, he headed back into the kitchen to grab some glasses. They hadn�t been able to celebrate his victory over the Senate with lunch or even a quickie in the office, but maybe a long romantic evening would be even better than either of those options. Especially since he knew from some clandestine investigating that Donna�s meeting with Hostetter had been successful.

Walking back towards the bedroom he began, �I heard there�s this senior congressman that got on board with the First Lady�s ��

He was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight before him, his mouth going dry and his power of speech disappearing.

Donna was stretched out on his bed, wearing one of his white dress shirts, fastened by only two buttons at the navel. The shirt was open just enough so that he could see the roundness of her smooth breasts and just the barest hint of her rosy nipples peeking at him from beneath the crisp cotton. Paired with the shirt was the flowered underwear that had distracted him so much that morning.

God, she was beautiful.

She smiled at him. �Hi.�

He willed some moisture back into his mouth. �Hi.�

Gesturing at the glasses in his hand, she asked, �What have you got there?�

�I, uh��

He couldn�t process her question. He was too distracted by the expression on her face, a mixture of desire and happiness shining in her eyes.

God, those eyes. They were so blue and expressive that he continually lost himself in them. He'd never admit that to anyone -- least of all to Donna -- but one look from those gorgeous eyes and he was a goner. He couldn't say no to any request, stay angry at any deceit, resist any of her charms. Those eyes had him hypnotized.

Those eyes and those creamy, alabaster legs that were currently on display against his dark blue sheets. Those long, luscious legs that he couldn�t wait to have wrapped around his waist.

His gaze had just finished moving down them to reach her pink polish-tipped toes when he realized she was still waiting for an answer.

"Earth to Joshua. Can you hear me, Joshua?" she teased.

"Huh?" So much for eloquence, he thought. This is what she did to him -- made him completely incoherent and witless. It wasn't a bad thing by any means, but sometimes he wished she didn't affect him quite so much.

He was shaken from his reverie by a burst of laughter from her. "I asked �What have you got there?�"

"Oh, um..." What had she asked again? Something about the glasses. About why he had brought them in here. Oh, right -- celebrating. "I though we might celebrate our various victories with a toast.�

She arched a brow. �Various victories?�

His brain snapped back into gear. �I heard you got Hostetter.�

�I did. Thank you,� she said with a wide smile.

He held the wine aloft. �So I brought wine for a celebration. But if you have some other ideas for celebrating�� He let his words trail off.

�I certainly do.� She crooked a finger at him. �Come here, Joshua.�

He practically dropped the wine and glasses on the dresser. Turning back to Donna, he quickly shed his shirt and tie, and then went to work on his belt buckle, nearly tripping in his haste to discard his shoes, pants and socks, all at the same time.

He managed to push the pants and boxers off while remaining upright, but was unable to get the shoes and socks off as well. He gestured to the offending garments. �A little help here?�

Donna merely shook her head, laughing throatily at him.

Shuffling to the easy chair which sat in the corner, he quickly pulled off the shoes and socks then stood up and headed toward the bed, his erection jutting before him.

She got up off the bed to meet him halfway and he couldn�t help but notice her full, round breasts, bouncing slightly as she sauntered across the room. He ached to hold them in his hands. But first, he needed to get that shirt off of her.

As she came to a stop before him, he reached out and fingered the edge of the cotton, his fingers grazing her bare skin. �Nice shirt.�

She did a little twirl and he took a moment to admire her ass. Like her breasts, he couldn�t wait to cup the rounded cheeks in his hands.

�Like it? I got it from this guy ��

�Just some random guy?� he asked, pulling her willing form into his arms, his hands roaming across her back and down to her hips before smoothing their way back across her full bottom. He grasped the rounded globes and pulled her tight against his erection.

�Well, not just *any* guy. It�s this special guy. Works at the White House? Has an office in the West Wing? Maybe you�ve heard of him.�

Her mouth descended to his neck, sucking at the skin there, and he shuddered. �Yeah, I think I know him.�

�I�ve been dating him for a few months now,� she quipped.

He cupped her chin, forcing her head up and kissing her deeply. �Really?�

�Really. He let me borrow the shirt.�

He pulled back a little and undid the two buttons fastening the shirt then pushed the starched fabric from her shoulders. �Maybe it�s time to give the shirt back.�

Her answer was a breathy, �Uh-huh.�

His mouth descended to one of her newly exposed breasts, his tongue swirling around the tip. The nipple was hard and pebbly beneath his tongue and he pulled it deeper into his mouth, sucking hard. She arched her back and groaned, encouraging him to continue.

It was always like this with them, hot and intense. He could barely be in the same room with her without wanting to make love to her. And when she was naked like this, he lost all rational thought. All he could imagine was how good it felt to be buried deep inside her. He suspected it was the same with her, given how eagerly she responded to the slightest touch from him.

He licked his way up to her delicate neck and she grabbed at his shoulders for balance. His hands wrapped around her narrow waist and he swung her up into the, walking her towards the bed.

Dropping her lightly in the center of it, he knelt beside her and placed a kiss against her flat stomach. His lips traveled farther down, tasting her honeyed skin, but stopped when they encountered the edge of her underwear. Damn. Even the small scrap of cotton was too much clothing right now. He had to get them off of her.

Taking the elastic edge between his teeth, he started to drag them off her hips. He only got about a few inches before he realized using his teeth wasn�t working and he collapsed against her.

He heard a giggle from above him and looked up to find her propped on her elbows, watching him. �Were you planning on helping me or were you just going to laugh at my expense?�

�Just laugh.�

He groaned. She knew exactly how badly he wanted her and she used that knowledge to frustrate him whenever she felt playful.

Abandoning his original plan, he sat up and grasped her underwear tightly in his fist. With a mighty pull, he ripped them right off her body. She made a small noise of protest, but when he quickly replaced her underwear with his hand, her displeasure didn�t last long.

He ground his palm against her mons and she arched up at him, begging him for more. His cock was achingly hard and twitching in anticipation, but he refused to give in so easily. He�d been picturing her like this all day, and now that he had her naked and writhing beneath him, he wanted it to last.

Kissing his way up her body, his hand still enticingly close to her clit, he hovered above her. �Who�s laughing now?� he asked.

�Not me,� she answered huskily.

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. She responded eagerly, her tongue stroking his playfully, her lips meshing perfectly with his. Their breath mingled and, for a moment, he felt as if they shared one body. He had never felt as close to any woman as he did to Donna. She invigorated all his senses, making him hotter and harder than anyone he�d been with before.

Her hands snaked down his body, pausing momentarily to tweak his nipples before sliding around his thick length. He moaned into her mouth and she reached lower to cup his balls.

He couldn�t wait any longer -- he needed to have her. Now.

Placing both of his hands firmly around her waist, he rolled them until she was perched atop his body, but made no move to enter her. She smiled down at him and, with one hand on his chest for balance, she firmly grasped his cock and guided it to the apex of her thighs. One hard thrust upward, and he was inside of her.

She was hot, so damn hot. And wet, the essence of her arousal coating him with its slick heat. His senses were overwhelmed.

She sighed in pleasure and kissed him, her breasts brushing against his chest as she leaned forward. Reaching up, he cupped them, pinching and rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing her to moan and arch against him.

He thrust into her and she met him halfway, grinding her pelvis against his. Christ, she felt incredible. He moved one hand down to fondle her clit and she let out a little cry.

Unable to hold back any longer, he began to thrust earnestly. She met each plunge eagerly, riding him towards orgasm, until finally, she clenched around him, crying out his name. With a hoarse shout of his own, he thrust up into her one last time, pulsing repeatedly.

His breathing harsh and labored, he pulled her down to lie against his chest. She snuggled comfortably against him and he smiled.

"Oh. My. God. Josh... that... we... I have no words."

"I am SO da man!" he cried triumphantly, refraining from pumping his fist in the air out of consideration for his exhausted but well-pleasured partner. When she raised her body up a little so that she could roll her eyes at him, he knew it had been a smart move to resist. Boasting probably wasn't the best way to show her how incredible he thought their lovemaking had been. Or how incredible he thought *she* was. But he still had an ace up his metaphorical sleeve.

He gently rolled her off of him so that they lay side by side. Hooking an arm around her waist, he pulled her close against his body then swept his hand down to gently stroke her back, from the bottom of her rounded ass all the way up to the nape of her neck. She sighed in pleasure and leaned closer to him, her lips brushing against his collarbone.

"Hey Donna? You know that thing you said earlier?" he asked softly.

"What thing?" she answered drowsily. "The thing about being a Trekkie?"

He groaned and buried his face in her hair. "No. The other thing."

She pushed away from him and propped her head up on a bent arm. "You mean the thing I said in my office?"

Closing his eyes, he rolled over to his back and sighed.

�Yes," he answered thickly. When she remained quiet, he cracked one eye open to look at her. She had a mischievous grin on her face and her eyes were twinkling wickedly. "You're going to make me say it, aren't you?�

"Maybe."

Opening the other eye, he looked at her seriously. "You, Donna Moss, are not an easy woman to love. But I do. Passionately, deeply, forever.�

"Me too," she replied. And then her lips were against his and she was kissing him, her talented mouth and tongue doing things to his that he'd barely even imagined. His cock immediately jumped to attention again, but he made no move to start anything new. He simply lay there and enjoyed the feel of her body and the heat of her mouth against his.

When she broke the kiss, she asked, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He cocked a brow at her but made no comment about her choice in words, choosing instead to say, "Not at all."

Pulling her back down to his chest, they enjoyed a quiet moment together, simply touching and kissing every once and a while. Their kisses grew more heated and they rolled toward the edge of the bed in an effort to get even closer than they already were.

Josh felt something hard and unyielding beneath his hip but paid no attention to it until the sounds of a catchy pop-tune suddenly blared from the stereo speakers. "When my baby, when my baby smiles at me, I go to Rio��

Jostling Donna away from him, Josh sat up and glared at the offending speakers. "What the hell...?"

Reaching beneath him, he removed the remote control from under his body and quickly jabbed a finger at the off button.

Donna fell back against the pillows and blushed a soft pink. "I, um, must have left my Boy from Oz CD in there after I finished straightening up your apartment.�

"Boy from Oz? Are they a new group? I may not be up on all the current pop culture, but I do know that this song is at least a couple decades old and I'm pretty sure they didn't sing it."

"Yes, you would know that, being so OLD yourself," she laughed.

"Hey! I may be more *mature* than some," he said with a pointed look in her direction, �but I am *not* old."

"Oh, yes. Mature. You do know that's just a euphemism for OLD, right?" she asked in amusement.

So she thought he was old. Well, he had a thing or two to show her. He brushed a hand against her breast and her laughter quickly turned into a sigh of pleasure. Then he straddled her body and pressed his erection against her lower stomach, and the sigh turned into a needy whimper. He'd teach her what old was.

Leaning down close to her ear, he whispered, "Could an old man be ready to make love to you again so soon? Could an old man make you scream in pleasure like I do?"

"Maybe not so old," she agreed as he moved lower down her body and his erection slipped between her thighs, coming achingly close to sliding inside of her. God, she was so hot. So hot and so wet. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from sliding all the way into her slick, tight passage.

He was too hard, too aroused, too fucking ready to explode. He knew that if he slid into her now, there was no way he would be able to make it last long enough to give her any pleasure, that the minute he entered her, he'd be done. He needed to slow down, gain some control, before he could even think about taking her again.

She certainly didn't make it easy for him. Her hips arched up at him, trying to coax him inside. He moved his body up and away from her, supporting himself with his arms. "Uh-uh. Not yet."

"Yes, now," she demanded, and she tipped her hips higher, brushing against his aching cock.

"Donna!"

She grinned up at him saucily and her hands caressed his bulging biceps. "Doesn't that feel good?"

�It feels TOO good," he assured her. God, it felt good. And he wanted nothing more than to accept her invitation and plunge deep inside her, but he couldn't. Not yet. "If you keep that up, I won't be able to make *you* feel good."

"Well then, I'm going to have to take things into my own hands, so to speak, won't I?"

Before he knew it, she had wiggled her way down the bed and taken his cock into her mouth, her hands grasping his ass and holding him in place above her head.

All conscious thought disappeared. Her mouth was so hot and so wet. And she was making those sounds� those throaty, sexy sounds. Instinctively, he thrust deeper into her mouth, his body taking over and plunging relentlessly into her. There was a pounding in his ears and all the blood from his head rushed to his cock. With a loud cry he came, pulsing over and over into her mouth.

It took him a moment to realize what he had done and as soon as he did, he rolled aside. "God, Donna..."

With a quick wipe of her hand across her mouth, she sat up and kissed him, effectively silencing him. She smelled and tasted like sex and Josh was amazed at how appealing he found it. Still... it wasn't right. He had been trying to prove that he wasn't too old and had ended up doing the exact opposite by coming in her mouth like some randy teenager. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to-"

"I know. *I* wanted to," she said. With a little sigh, she snuggled up against his side.

But Josh wouldn't let it go. "I'm not... Donna, that couldn't have been comfortable for you.�

�It was a little... unexpected... but it wasn't bad," she assured him.

"Unexpected? Donna! I didn't even think about you.�

She scooted up the bed and gave him one of those looks, the kind that warned him he was going too far.

Unfortunately, his mouth didn�t heed his head. �All I thought about was how good it felt to have your mouth fucking me.�

Smack!

Her hand connected squarely with the back of his head.

�Ow!�

She looked at him sternly. �Get over yourself.�

Ok, so apparently she didn�t need or want an apology. Rubbing his head, he decided the best way to repay her for her generosity was to reward her in kind.

�I�d rather get over you,� he announced, seconds before he parted her thighs and dipped his head between them.

He inhaled deeply and his head was filled with the scent of her � sharp and tangy and all woman. He dragged his tongue against her clit and the taste of her matched her scent. He was overwhelmed by how good she felt and tasted.

But it wasn�t about him this time. Besides, he sincerely doubted that it was physically possible for him to become hard again so soon. He might not be that old, but he certainly wasn�t that young anymore either.

With exquisite care, he worked his lips and tongue against her, causing her hips to buck and her hands to tangle in his hair, pulling him ever closer. When he felt her come close to climaxing, he slid a finger deep inside her, gently massaging the walls of her passage. The first finger was joined by a second one and then her body was tightly clenching around them, her impassioned cries echoing in his ears.

Shaking, her breathing hard and labored, she came all around him. His mouth and hand didn�t stop caressing her body until she had ceased trembling and her breathing had quieted to soft pants.

He sat up and kissed her soundly on the mouth. �Who da man now?� he asked.

�You da man,� she laughed.

�And I�m not so very old, am I?� he challenged.

�No, you�re not,� she agreed, with a wide smile.

He grinned down at her, cocky and sure. Since he was on such a roll, he might as well go for the gold. �So Donna, the next time one of us wins a victory at work, we get to celebrate with desk sex, right?�

Her only answer was to pull him down to her for another kiss.

~End~