"He did well," Donna said excitedly as she and Josh entered their hotel room.

"He did fantastic," Josh agreed, sounding as pumped as she'd ever heard him. "We did fantastic."

"We did, didn't we." Donna threw her hotel key on the desk and practically jumped up and down as she looked at him, grinning from ear to ear. "We're a good team."

"We're the best team," he said.

"Why do you keep correcting me?" she asked, sticking out her lower lip.

"I find your lack of superlatives inadequate," he said.

"Just because I don't talk in exclamation points," she said, rolling her eyes, then was cut off as Josh leaned over and kissed her.

"I'll show you exclamation points," he muttered against her lips, and she giggled.

They began unbuttoning each other's shirts, then separated long enough to remove their own pants. "I wanted to make some changes before Kansas, though," Josh said as he kicked off his shoes.

Donna lay down on the bed, propped up on her elbows. "The part about farm subsidies?"

"Yeah." He joined her on the bed, straddling her legs and pressing soft kisses to her chest, working his way down to her breasts. She squirmed in delight beneath him. "Gotta sound a little more positive when we're talking to actual, you know, farmers."

"Mmm hmmm." He was pushing aside one cup of her bra, now, and when his lips found her nipple she let out a gasp of pleasure. "I can't believe we might have a shot at Kansas," she panted.

He released her nipple and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. She helped him pull it off and he threw it to the side. "Best shot the Democrats have had in years," he agreed. He removed her underpants while he was at it, then placed his hand between her legs, slipping one finger inside of her and pressing his thumb against her clit. She bucked up against him and bit down on her lip.

"You're already wet," he said softly, amusement in his voice. "Someone really enjoyed themselves at the rally."

"Oh, you're one to talk," she retorted, then suppressed a moan as he slipped another finger inside of her. "Mister Politics is Foreplay himself."

"Are you complaining?" he asked.

"God no," she bit out. "Get up here."

He did as she asked, crawling back up her body so that he could kiss her, covering her mouth with warm, soft lips. In mid-kiss she pushed him so that he flipped over onto his back. This time she straddled him, looking down at him as he gazed back up at her with desire-darkened eyes. He reached up to cup her breasts, delicately rubbing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs, and Donna briefly closed her eyes in pleasure.

"How long till our dinner with the Senator?" he asked.

"About half an hour," she said. She grasped his cock with one hand and felt it grow even harder beneath her fingers.

"Plenty of time," he said. He moved his hands down to her hips; she lifted herself up and positioned herself over him, then slowly sank down onto his cock, taking him in, adjusting herself until it felt the way she wanted it.

"Yeah," she muttered. She placed her hands palms down on the firm planes of his abdomen and he helped her start moving atop of him, his strong arms moving counterclockwise, guiding her up and down, back and forth.

Donna turned her head to the side and watched his arms in fascination, savoring the bunching of muscle beneath skin. It was one of the things she found irresistible about him, how his intellectual, brilliant mind was counter pointed by an unbelievably ripped body. I'm a lucky girl, she thought to herself with a smile, then sighed when his hands moved down to cup her ass.

"That good?" he asked.

"Yeah." She leaned over a little more, moving her hands up to his pecs, and the friction against her clit ratcheted up until she was gasping for breath, the familiar whirlwind building inside of her as she inched closer and closer toward release. "Oh god..."

"That's it," Josh said, his hands moving back to her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. "Come for me, Donna, let me watch you come for me --"

The needful husk of his voice as he urged her on was enough to help send her over the precipice. She said his name as she contracted around him, jerking wildly, her eyes squeezed shut as she gave herself over to sensation. Again and again and again and again and finally, finally, she subsided, choking off the last of her wordless cries, and just as she started to catch her breath Josh slammed into her, hard, caught up in his own want, once, twice, three times, and then he came too, filling her with a rush of wet heat.

She let herself fall down onto his chest, firm muscle and warm skin against her cheek. "I love you," she whispered.

"Love you too," he murmured, absently stroking her hair. "Which reminds me, we still need to work up a statement on gay marriage."

"I've already started one," she said.

"See? I knew I loved you for good reason," he said.

"And all this time I thought it was for my ethereal good looks," she said.

"Yeah, that too."

She propped herself up on her forearms so that she could look down at his face. "Okay. A quick shower and then once more into the breach."

He lifted his head to kiss her briefly. "Lay on, Macduff."

"Okay. But I think we're mixing our Shakespearean metaphors."

"Good thing we're not running against Christopher Marlowe, then," Josh said.

She rolled her eyes, kissed his forehead, then gently disengaged herself from him and clambered off the bed. "Are you joining me in the shower?" she asked.

"Absolutely," he said, stretching contentedly. "You scrub my back, I'll scrub yours."

Donna smiled at him. "Like I said," she drawled, grabbing him by the hands and leading him toward the shower, "we make a great team."

End.