Donna headed down to the bullpen, intent on popping into Josh�s office to ask if he wanted to join her for lunch. It was something they tried to do fairly regularly -- since their hectic jobs and long hours made it difficult to maintain any sort of typical relationship � but unfortunately, it didn't happen nearly as often as either would like.

Today, though, Donna had two hours free and she was eager to spend at least a little of that time with Josh.

�Hey, Janice, is he free?� she asked breezily as she approached his assistant's desk.

�Actually, he�s in with Donnelly.�

Donna arched an eyebrow. This is what she hated most about not working in Josh's office anymore. She rarely knew what his schedule was like. �School tuition?�

"School tuition," Janice confirmed. Donna was a little surprised. He hadn't mentioned anything about it this morning. On the other hand, he'd had other things, more sensual things, on his mind before rushing out of the house at Leo's urgent phone call.

"I wanted to see about lunch,� Donna said. She gestured at the partially closed door. "Maybe I'll just�"

"I wouldn't if I were you," Janice warned just as they heard raised voices from within.

Donna frowned. She'd really been looking forward to stealing a few moments with him, especially since their private time this morning had been so rudely interrupted. She was about to ask Janice about making a formal lunch appointment, when the phone rang and she turned away with an apologetic smile.

Donna took her distraction as an opportunity to lean closer to the door and listen in on the conversation.

"Senator, I don't think you understand. This isn't up for debate. The President-"

"The President needs at least five more vote to get this passed," Donnelly interrupted.

"And he'll get them," Josh assured him smugly. The congressman should have known better than to go head to head with Josh about this particular subject, Donna thought. It was a pet project of his and she knew there was no way he would willingly back down or bend on any aspects of the proposed bill. "College tuition is a hot topic right now, especially in the swing states. We've already got Johnson, Tangere, and Smithson on board. What do you thing it'll take to get Suzinski too? And with Suzinski, we'll get Crull."

"It's not that I'm fundamentally opposed to this bill. But I want that additional rider attached. Without it, I don't know how I can explain this to my constituents," Donnelly said. Donna could here the waver in his voice and she silently cheered; he was sure to capitulate. Another win for the good guys.

"Tell them there will better choices for their kids. Tell them they'll be able to afford new textbooks. Tell them they' won't have to worry about how to pay for meal plans. Tell them their kids can choose whatever school they want and not just settle for the cheapest or closest school out there." Josh's voice lowered to a deep rumble and Donna shivered. "Tell them we're working towards their children's futures."

The sound of his voice swirled seductively around her and the shiver turned into a small tingle low in her abdomen. A slow, familiar ache started to spread outward from there, making her nipples hard and her panties damp.

The flush of arousal shocked her.

Sure, she�d always been highly attracted to Josh's intellect and political passion, but it had never had the power to make her feel like this before. Could the postponed sex from this morning still be affecting her?

Nervously, she wiped her moist hands down her skirt, and the friction of the nylon lining against her thighs nearly drove her crazy with need.

Embarrassed, she mumbled something to Janice and fled to her office, but she couldn�t purge the sound of Josh�s voice from her mind. She kept picturing what he must have looked like � hair ruffled beyond any semblance of order, tie loose, rolled up shirt sleeves showing off those magnificent forearms, deceptively warm brown eyes carefully studying his opponent.

And his pose� Had he been standing aggressively over the congressman with his hands on his hips? Leaning confidently forward in his chair? Or � her favorite � had he been perched on the corner of his desk, his stance casual to all except the most observant spectator, who noticed the barely concealed hostility?

The more she thought about it, the hotter she got, until she simply couldn�t stand it any more. With shaking hands, she dialed her assistant and asked her to page Josh on an urgent matter.

Pacing in the small space behind her desk, Donna waited impatiently for him to show up. The pacing didn't seem to help much; it just made her more anxious. Willing herself to calm down, she stopped pacing and fell into her chair. But the chair was uncomfortable and merely made her fidget, which only increased her sexual frustration.

She checked her watch, looking closely at the minute hand. She'd had him paged twelve minutes ago.

Kicking off her shoes beneath the desk, she slid her pantyhose and underwear off too, and reached a hand beneath the hem of her skirt. Maybe she shouldn't have bothered calling Josh. She was a grown woman; she could take care of this herself. OK, so contemplating touching herself in the office was a bit unorthodox � not to mention highly unusual and just a little immoral � but then again, so were her plans on what to do with Josh when he finally showed up. And she didn't think she could wait that long.

She glanced at her watch again. Fifteen minutes. Where was he?

She was about just about to slide a finger along her wet cleft when there was a light tap on the door and an unruly, curly head appeared. She jumped and hastily moved her hand to the top of the desk.

Josh stepped all the way into the office, shut the door behind him and then looked at her with a concerned frown. �What�s going on?�

She could hear worry in his voice but she paid no attention to it. She was too busy devouring him with her eyes. Brown suit pants. No jacket. White shirt. Gold tie, hanging loose as expected. Soft brown eyes looking questioningly at her.

She couldn't stop staring. God, he was hot. And she needed him. Now.

She didn�t think at all. Coming rapidly around the desk, she threw herself at him, backing him up against the closed office door and kissing him for all she was worth.

~~~~~

She was kissing him � hotly, desperately, her hands roaming all over his chest, arms and shoulders � and he wasn�t quite sure why.

All he knew is that he had taken the stairs two at a time in his rush to get up to her office on what he had assumed was a pressing matter � and she had jumped him as soon as the door had clicked shut.

So here he was, his arms around her waist and her mouth against his. Not that he wasn�t enjoying it � she felt incredible and his cock was already twitching in anticipation -- but the small part of his brain that was still functioning wanted to know what was going on.

He put his hands on her waist just above her hip bones and moved her slightly away from him. She made a small mew of displeasure and he almost relented. Then he regained his senses and stood his ground, setting her firmly away from him and crossing his arms across his chest.

�Not that I don�t appreciate this, but what the hell is happening?�

"I would have thought that was fairly obvious."

"Well, yeah. But *here*? NOW?" His voice rose an octave on those final words and he wanted to kick himself. Why did that always happen to him at these critical moments? He didn't have time to ponder the question though because Donna was pinning him with a determined look.

�What happened to the guy who kept proposing office sex?�

What *had* happened to that guy? Oh. Right.

�Yeah, well, his girlfriend pointed out that it might not be appropriate.�

�His girlfriend may have been wrong," she conceded seconds before grasping his balls through his pants.

�Donna!�

"I need you, Josh."

"Now?" Damn. It was the squeaky voice again.

"Now."

"Not, you know, later?" Wait. What was he saying? Donna wanted office sex. Donna, who was likely to never suggest such a course of action ever again. He should take advantage of the situation while he could.

"Now," she confirmed. "Before Leo calls about a school bombing. Or the President decides to host another Senior Staff chili night. Or your mom calls to tell you about her latest mah jong victory."

His erection started to deflate at her words, but she started doing some interesting things with her fingers along the ridge of his fly and he immediately sprang back to life.

"OK," he consented and then she was kissing him again. And not gentle kisses either. Wet, sloppy kisses, with lots of tongue and teeth. Elemental kisses. Needy kisses.

Josh felt dizzy under the power of her onslaught. Was this really Donna?

Before he knew it, she had dispensed with his belt and zipper and was walking him backwards towards her chair. Just as they reached it, she yanked his pants and boxers down, then pushed him into it and straddled him.

"Touch me, Josh," she breathed huskily, guiding his hands to her knees.

He did.

Running his hands along her lusciously exposed thighs, he discovered that she wasn�t wearing any pantyhose and� Oh god. No underwear either. Just bare, naked Donna-skin underneath her plain, everyday work skirt.

He looked up at her passion-dazed face and quirked a brow at her in silent question. She blushed.

"I, uh, got a little bit of a head start."

Well, that was intriguing. Almost as intriguing as the fact that she had invited him up here for office sex in the first place. What exactly had she been doing while she waited for him to get rid of Donnelly and race up to her office?

"How much?"

"How much what?"

"How much of a head start?"

But he didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he slipped one of his hands between her splayed thighs. Jesus. She was dripping wet. A quick check of his own body parts indicated that he wasn't far behind; his penis was covered with a slick coat of wet, sticky pre-cum and he was aching for release.

He moved his hand back up to her body and slid a finger along her clit. She let out a little whimper and quivered above him. Looking up, he noticed she had closed her eyes and that her head was tipped back, a look of pure arousal on her beautiful face.

God, he loved this woman.

A brief glance at her torso showed that her nipples were tight little pebbles, sticking out from the front of her silk blouse. He couldn't resist. Lowering his head, completely disregarding the fabric covering it, he took one of the hard peaks into his mouth and sucked hard. She shuddered.

His cock jumped in reaction and brushed against her thigh. They both let out moans of frustration. She bent her head and kissed him at the same time that she slowly lowered her body down into his lap. A little guidance from him, and he was quickly engulfed in her hot, wet cunt.

Neither moved for one long, endless moment.

And then she began to rock against him, her body providing just the barest hint of friction against his. It drove him crazy.

He dipped his head to take her other nipple into his mouth and pressed a thumb against her clit. She let out a high-pitched squeak and then he felt her muscles clench around him as she climaxed. Moving his hands to her hips, he pushed her body down tightly against his at the same time that he surged upwards. One stroke, two, and then he felt his control slip and he was spurting inside her, his voice hoarsely crying out her name as he reached his own climax.

When he was spent, he sagged back against the chair, not believing how incredible it had been. She was� she was more than he had ever dreamed of. Before he could stop the words, he heard his voice saying, �I love you. I don�t say that enough and I should.�

She gazed down at him, a soft smile on her face. �You don�t have to say it. I already know.�

The she collapsed against him in a soft hug, her breath hot on his neck as she circled her arms behind his head and fingered the short curls there.

"I hate your haircut."

He couldn't help it: he started to chuckle and the chuckles escalated into full snorts of laughter.

She pulled back and rested her full bottom against his spread knees.

"I'm sorry!" he explained between chuckles. "But we just did � This! In your office! And it was incredible � and you're complaining about my hair?"

"It's too short," she pouted.

"It's not too short. There's just less of it."

"Exactly."

"As usual, your logic escapes me."

"You're losing your hair, Josh. You're losing your hair and you're not even forty-five yet. This does not bode well for our children."

Children? She was thinking about children? HIS children? THEIR children? Her comment should have freaked him out; instead, it was oddly comforting. He hadn't really given it much thought before, but the idea of kids with Donna made him smile.

"Children, huh?"

"Yes."

He reached up and put his hand behind her head, pulling her in for a deep kiss. When he released her, he smiled bemusedly. "Hey, Donna? Do you know we went from the whole L discussion to kids within the space of a few days?"

Her hand flew to her mouth and she stared at him, horrified. "Oh. My. God. I didn't � I mean � You were talking about kids' educations with Donnelly and then your hair� I didn't even think�"

He took her hand away from her mouth and kissed it gently. "It's OK. I mean, we�re not going to rush right out and start procreating right away, are we?"

She laughed nervously. "No."

He gave her another quick kiss. She was so cute when she was nervous. "OK then. We'll just shelve this discussion for another day. Meanwhile, we should probably �" he waved a hand at their disheveled state "- do something about this."

She eased herself off his lap and he groaned in frustration at the loss. How did she manage to continue to have this affect on him? He'd barely had time to recover from his orgasm and he was already eager to start something all over again.

She paused in reaching for her discarded undergarments and turned worried eyes towards him. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm OK. I just�" What? Wanted to stay inside of her for the rest of the day? The rest of his life? He wasn't sure that answer was appropriate at the moment. "I just hadn't realized quite how heavy you were until you got off," he quipped, the sparkle in his eyes giving lie to his response.

She swatted his bare leg half-heartedly and then pulled her clothes from the floor beneath her desk.

He watched her dress as he pulled up and fastened his own pants. When she turned back towards him, he noticed two very prominent wet spots on the front of her shirt. Oops.

"Uh, Donna?"

"What?"

"Your, um, your blouse is, um, a little wet there," he stuttered as he pointed at her chest.

She peered down and turned a becoming shade of pink. Then she quickly undid the buttons and shucked the offending garment off. "I have a spare sweater in my bag. I'll just wear that."

His gaze was drawn to the swell of her creamy breasts rising above the pale blue cups of her bra and he was about to reach out and touch them when a buzz from her intercom made him jump back.

Her assistant's voice came over the line. "Donna? I just had a phone call from Patrick and he wanted to know if he could come over for a minute or two to discuss funding on immunization with you."

Donna smiled apologetically at him, then pressed a button on the offending object and answered coolly, "Tell him I'll be free in about ten minutes."

Josh was amazed at how easily she switched from sexy girlfriend back into poised politico. Amazed and just a little bit in awe. While she was gearing up to work on one of the First Lady's pet projects, he had a feeling he was going to be useless for the rest of the day. His mind would be too full of how passionate, how sexy, how *Donna* she had been this past hour.

But duty called. He jerked his head towards the door. "I have to go anyhow. Toby wanted some of my time this afternoon to discuss my meeting with Donnelly."

She paused in shrugging on her clean sweater and leaned over to give him a quick kiss. "OK. I'll see you tonight?"

"Nothing could prevent it."

He headed to the door but paused right before leaving.

"Hey, Donna? If we're lucky, they'll have your unique Irish-Italian looks and we won't have to worry about the hair. And if this bill gets passed, we won't have to worry about their education either," he said. And then he was gone, headed toward an afternoon of trying to improve the country for the good of his future children.

~End~