Josh had always suspected -- on second thought, make that "had always known deep in his bones even if he never managed to have the physical evidentiary process" -- that making love to Donna Moss would be a transcendent experience, and as it turned out he was right. Staggeringly so, in fact. And really, he couldn't be happier about it.

But what he had never taken into account during his previous ruminations on the matter was how in hell he would possibly be able to work around her the next morning without pushing her up against the wall of his office and driving into her until she screamed his name the way she had in his bed just scant hours earlier.

He was mentally wrestling with this unexpected wrinkle and had just about pinned it to the mat when the object of his all-too-graphic musings appeared in his office doorway, then walked over to where he was standing by the window. She was wearing a red sweater dress that clung to her curves in all the right places -- although that implied there were wrong places, and that was definitely not the case -- and he could just barely make out the impression of her nipples through the fabric. Shit.

"Here's that briefing memo you asked for," Donna said, handing him the sheet of paper. He reached out to take it, and their fingers touched.

He met her eyes, and instantly had a flashback to the night before, staring into those deep blue pools as he came. His groin tightened, and when he spoke his voice was rough. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." She smiled knowingly, a toothy smile that made him remember the feel of those teeth latched around his nipple, and turned to leave.

"Donna --"

She stopped short. "Yes?" He could hear the eagerness in her voice, the hope that he was about to throw caution to the wind, and, well, let's face it, he was. He stepped closer to her and was about to take her into his arms, work be damned --

"Is this a bad time?"

He flinched like he'd been caught skipping Torah class and whirled on his unexpected visitor. "No, CJ, not any more than usual. What's up?" He was impressed by how casual he sounded, as if he hadn't just been two seconds away from ripping his assistant's pantyhose off with his bare hands.

"Excuse me," Donna muttered, and brushed past him. Josh stuck his hands in his pockets and quickly sat down behind his desk.

"I have a problem," CJ said once Donna was gone.

"You and me both," he sighed.

*****

Donna had had trouble keeping a smile off of her face all morning. She had always known, without even a glimmer of uncertainty, that making love to Josh Lyman would be a toe-curling experience, and of course she had been correct in her assumptions. So that was good.

On the other hand, though, he had also been – and on some level she had always know this, too -- entirely too smug about the whole thing for his own good. As far as Donna was concerned, orgasms were a right, not a privilege. As she updated his calendar for the week, she mused that it couldn't hurt to take him down a peg, to remind him that she wasn't, you know, easy -- cheap, possibly (being a girl on a budget), but never easy -- and that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

"Keep me posted," Donna heard Josh call as CJ exited his office, and Donna made sure to keep her eyes on her computer monitor as if nothing were amiss. The press secretary gave Donna a curious glance as she walked by, but otherwise made no comment.

Donna waited until CJ was safely back in her office, then got up from her desk and went to stand in Josh's doorway. He was sitting behind his desk and she had a feeling he wouldn't be standing up for a while yet. Poor baby. Poor sexy, rumpled, arrogant baby... "That was bad," she said.

"Yes," he croaked.

"We agreed, strictly professional behavior while we're in the office." She toyed with the idea of getting glasses just so she could really work the professional thing. Do boys, in fact, make passes at girls who wear glasses? It might be worth conducting such worthwhile research.

"Yes, we did."

"There are good reasons for that, Josh," she said, although looking at him now, she couldn't think of any offhand.

"Right now I can't think of a one," he confessed. "Can't you...I don't know, put on a potato sack or something?"

Donna grinned. "I'm sorry, my potato sack is at the cleaners."

"I'd settle for a big, bulky parka."

She tilted her head. "Maybe if you had bought me a ski jacket like I asked for a few Christmases ago..."

"Right. How silly of me to not have foreseen this very circumstance."

"I'll say." She paused. "What did CJ want?"

"Something she thinks is important but which really isn't in the grand scheme of things," he said dismissively.

"Okay." Yep, smug. Smug smug smug. Still hot, though. Damn it.

They stared at each other for a moment.

"I really want you right now," he said.

"Josh!" she said warningly, even as a frisson of desire shot through her.

"Right."

"Yes."

"Can't you go do some work or something?" he pleaded. "Some work that doesn't require you to be in my office, you know, wearing that dress?"

Donna nodded, making a mental note to wear this particular dress as often as possible. "Sure thing, boss," she said, accenting the last word, then deliberately turned on her heel, paused to give him a view of her ass, and finally walked back to her desk.

She smiled when she heard Josh let out a strangled sigh behind her.

*****

"I brought lunch," Donna announced.

Josh looked up from the file he was reading. "What are you doing in my office? You haven't changed out of that dress."

"I'm not going to run out and bust my clothing budget on my lunch hour because you have no willpower," she grumbled. "Here, I brought you a burnt burger."

He looked at her suspiciously. "Why?"

"Because it's lunchtime and you need to eat," she said, placing a brown paper bag down on the desk in front of him. She set another bag down in front of the visitor's chair and took a seat.

"Now what are you doing?"

She stared at him. "I'm eating my lunch."

"Here?" he croaked.

"Josh, you really need to pull yourself together," she said, pulling a salad out of her bag. "This is hardly professional office behavior, and someone in your position should really try to set a better example." She hopped out of her chair, closed the door, and then sat down again.

"Now why did you do that?" he demanded.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I thought some privacy might be nice."

"A-ha!" he yelled, standing up. "Deviousness, thy name is woman!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"This is all a -- an elaborately planned seduction! You're going to tempt me with charred hamburger and the next thing I know I've succumbed to your wanton charms."

Her forehead crinkled, which only made her look cute. Damn. "Are you feeling okay?" she asked. "Do you need some Yoo-Hoo or something?"

Yoo-Hoo, a cold shower, a nice sloppy blow job...take your pick. "I'm fine," he said tightly, and sat back down. Resigned, he took the burger and fries out of the bag and started eating, hoping that by sating one appetite he could mitigate another. Donna munched away on her rabbit food, seemingly oblivious to the fire racing through his veins. Maybe he was over-reacting after all. He cautiously chomped on a french fry, savoring the grease.

Donna reached for her bottle of water and raised it to her lips. Her mouth enveloped the opening of the bottle and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked greedily at the clear liquid. Josh watched, his mouth hanging open, as her tongue flickered just inside the opening of the bottle. "Donna," he croaked.

She let the bottle go with a smacking of her lips that sent all of his blood supply rushing to his crotch. "Yes?"

He was going to say something -- what, he had no idea -- when she licked her lips.

The next thing he knew he was on the other side of his desk and kissing her with everything he had. He crushed her mouth beneath his, pulling her up out of the chair and pressing her body up against him with an iron grip. She resisted at first, but soon enough was participating fully, twining her arms around his neck and tangling her fingers in his hair.

She tasted like salad but he didn't care. She was warm and wet and willing beneath his lips and he was just starting to assess the logistics of making love to her on his cluttered desk when there was a knock at the door.

"Dammit!" he cursed. "What!"

"Josh?" The president's unmistakable voice filtered through the wood.

He and Donna froze in place. "Oh my god," Donna whispered. "Oh my god, Josh!"

"Calm down," he commanded her, trying to take his own advice. "One minute!" he yelled.

Donna went over to stand by the visitor's chair; Josh went to answer the door. Luckily, the sound of Jed Bartlet's voice had managed to put the kibosh on any telltale signs of arousal. "Good afternoon, Mr. President," he said, and heard Donna echo the sentiment behind him.

"Am I interrupting something?" the president asked mildly, hands in his pockets.

"Not at all, sir. Donna and I were just having a working lunch. What are you...what are you doing over here, sir?"

Bartlet shrugged. "I needed to stretch my legs, so I thought I'd come deliver a couple of messages personally, give my Secret Service agents some exercise. Josh, sometime this afternoon I'd like to sit down with you about the education bill. I had some thoughts and I wanted your take on how viable they are."

"Of course, sir," Josh said. "I'll get together the latest numbers and then come see you."

"Thanks." Bartlet gave them a look which Josh was determined not to read anything into, for the sake of his own sanity, then walked away.

Donna let out a heavy sigh when the coast was clear. "I think my heart actually stopped for a minute, there."

"Yeah," he gulped, still staring after the president.

"I'm going to finish my lunch at my desk," Donna said, scooping up her salad and water and brushing past him on her way out. Brushing past him so that he could feel her nipples through her dress. Was she doing that on purpose?

"Sounds good," he said, his voice only one octave higher than usual.

*****

Well, that hadn't gone at all the way she'd planned.

Obviously, she would rather have avoided being interrupted by the President of the United States as she was sticking her tongue down her boss' throat. In addition, she was disgusted with herself for responding so overwhelmingly to Josh's advances. Her plan had been to let him kiss her for only a moment before pulling away, just to make him crazy; her traitorous body had had other ideas, apparently.

She sighed in frustration and finished off her salad while she contemplated how to bring the situation back under her control. And whether her body would cooperate.

*****

Josh came back from a staff meeting to find his assistant standing on a chair and reaching up toward his highest office shelves. "What are you doing?"

To her credit she didn't flinch at the interruption. "I'm trying to find those old budget reports you were asking for."

"Don't we have those on computer?"

"The server that they're stored on is down," she explained.

He blinked. "Let's hope they're not on the same server as, I don't know, Pentagon files, then."

"Somehow I doubt it."

He realized he was staring at her shapely behind, hugged so perfectly by the sweater dress, and swallowed hard. "Uh...do you need any help?" he asked feebly.

She half-turned to look at him. "Come over here for a second. I think I found it."

He walked over to her, putting him at eye level with her crotch. He didn't see how this could possibly be a good idea.

A large black binder almost hit him on the head, snapping him out of his reverie. "Here, take this," Donna commanded.

He did as he was told, taking the heavy binder from her and placing it on his desk.

"Now help me down," she said, and held out her hands.

He helped her down off the chair as requested; when her feet touched the floor, she was standing very close to him. She smelled like ranch dressing and yet, he was still turned on. "Thanks," she whispered.

"You're welcome." He realized he was still holding on to her hands, so he released them; but then, seemingly of their own volition, his hands stole to her waist instead.

"Don't," she protested, but to Josh's practiced ear, she didn't sound like she meant it.

So: "Don't what?" he asked, drawing her closer. His lips hovered above hers; his hands began to stray from her waist, running over her hips.

"I thought we'd established that this sort of behavior is a bad idea," she faintly, still not moving away.

"But has there really been any evidence that this is, in fact, a bad idea, or are we just being needlessly paranoid?" he countered.

She looked at him. "The President of the United States almost walked in on us kissing, Josh."

"Right. You might have a point, there."

Donna smiled and made to move out of his embrace, but he held her tight. "I don't feel like letting you go just yet," he murmured. "And I don't think you want me to, either."

"God, Joshua," she said, exasperation in her voice. "Why do you have to be so...you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, uncertain which facet of his personality was aggravating her this time.

"You know what I mean. Smug."

"Smug? Just because I can tell you like it when I hold you?"

She titled her head to one side. "Josh, after my first orgasm last night, you said to me, and I quote, 'Not too shabby, huh?'"

He gulped. "Okay, that may have been the slightest bit smug."

"You think?"

"But I will point out that you just said yourself, 'your first orgasm,' as in one of many."

"As in one of two."

"Still." He had a feeling he was smirking, and tried to wipe it off his face.

Too late. She pushed away from him and smoothed her clingy sweater dress down over her hips. "No wonder I thought you needed to be taught a lesson," she grumbled.

"What?" He wasn't sure he heard her correctly.

She shot him a guilty look and faint spots of pink glowed on her cheekbones. "It's possible that I've been egging you on a bit today, just to make you crazy."

"I knew it!" he crowed triumphantly. "You were doing all that stuff on purpose!" Damn, he was good.

"Okay, smug?" she said pointedly.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry."

"I just don't want you taking me for granted, okay? I don't want you taking this," and she jutted her hip to the side, and he had to smother a smile, because really, she was entirely too adorable sometimes, "as your, your due, or something. I'm an attractive woman, Josh."

"I noticed," he said with a straight face.

"And quite frankly, you should feel lucky to have me."

His eyes widened. "How could you not think that I feel that way?" They stared at each other for a moment, the air fairly crackling between them. Josh strode to the office door, slammed it shut, then turned around and advanced on her, until she was pressed up against the edge of his desk.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously as he knelt in front of her.

"Trying to show you that I think you're a very attractive woman," he murmured, sliding his hands up under her skirt. Her nylon pantyhose was smooth beneath his fingertips.

"Josh... I don't think we should..." She trailed off when his hands reached the waistband of her stockings and tugged downward. She leaned back against the desk, bracing to give him better access. "Oh god, Josh..."

"Josh?"

"That last one wasn't you, was it," he muttered against her thigh.

"No," she said in a strangled voice, before kicking him away from her. He fell backwards on his ass with an undignified thud and a yelp. Donna went to the door as Josh hastily stood up and stuck his hands in his pockets, again.

Donna pulled the door open to reveal Will on the other side. "I'm sorry," he said, "is this a bad time?"

"Yes," Josh said, at the same time that Donna said, "No." They glared at each other, then Donna smiled brightly at Will. "We were just finishing up. He's all yours."

"Lucky me," Josh muttered under his breath.

*****

Donna paced back and forth in the small confines of her cubicle area as she waited for Will to finish talking to Josh. No more game-playing, she thought. I'm done. Game over. Who needs games, anyway. She always lost at Stratego, always. All she cared about now was feeling Josh inside her, filling her --

She looked around guiltily, chagrined to even be having such thoughts in the White House. After all, this was a place of nobility, of respect and gravity.

Damn that Will Bailey. A few minutes more and Josh's head would have been between her legs.

"Thanks a lot, Josh," Will said as he left Josh's office. Yeah, thanks a lot to you too, buddy. She watched him go, then waited for Josh to appear in his office doorway, which he did moments later. The look in his eyes as he stared at her took her breath away: smoldering and avaricious and just the slightest bit wild.

She walked over to him, trying to control her suddenly ragged breathing. She could feel the heat between their bodies, drawing them closer with an almost magnetic pull.

"Where?" she said quietly, her eyes on his.

"Joe Quincy's on vacation," he said.

She nodded, licked her lips. "Let's go."

They made for the basement as quickly as they could without looking like they were racing off to have a quickie, which was a lot more difficult than one might think. The walk downstairs seemed interminable -- had they moved Joe's office down a level and not told anyone?

When they reached their destination, they were relieved to find Joe's office door unlocked. The instant they closed the door behind them they started tearing at each other's clothes in a frenzy.

"I never thought I'd say this," Donna breathed, "but thank god for the steam pipe trunk distribution venue."

"Amen and hallelujah," Josh muttered as he threw his shirt to the side.

They kissed frantically, hands seeking, tongues questing, and Donna's body flooded with simultaneous hunger and release. And then somehow they were down on the cold, hard floor, and she was straddling him, ignoring the way the unyielding surface pressed against her knees. She guided him inside of her, finally, and then they were rocking in tandem and sighing and touching and gasping and his hands were on her breasts and he was thick and full and hot inside of her and they moved faster and faster until oh my god it was too much, too --

"Josh Josh Josh Josh Josh," she said as she came, and moments later he groaned as he spilled inside her.

She collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, breathing hard against her hair, running his fingers up and down her sweaty bare back. "You're incredible," he whispered.

She smiled against his neck. "So no more smug, then?"

"No more smug," he assured her. "Not intentionally, anyway."

She rolled off of him, onto her side. "Okay."

"And no more games, either. If something I'm doing pisses you off, just tell me, don't try to drive me insane all day with the come hither looks and the hips and the stuff."

The stuff? "Okay," she repeated. "No more games."

"Good," he said. He sniffed. "I can't believe we just had sex on the floor of Joe's office."

"Oh my god," she said, realization sinking in. "That's...we're disgusting, Josh."

He nodded solemnly. "Yes indeed."

"We're disgusting and depraved and clearly cannot be trusted."

"If you think about it, we have some nerve."

"We're incorrigible."

"There's no saving us."

"That's what I'm saying."

"So you wanna do it again?" he asked.

"Okay. But just to get it out of our system."

"Right."

"And then we have to go back to being completely professional," Donna said firmly.

"Absolutely."

"Because we are professionals, with professional jobs."

"Yes."

"And as such, we have a responsibility to --"

"Donna?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

She did.

End.