Josh woke with a start and blinked quickly as he ascertained his surroundings. Bed. Home. Morning. Good.

He then remembered he wasn't alone, either. Very good.

He rolled over onto his side and there she was, her naked back to him, golden hair spilling over her shoulders, glinting in the morning sunlight that filtered through the bedroom windows. Angel of the morning, he thought with a grin. He shifted closer to her and encircled her bare waist with his arm, then pressed himself up against the length of her, resting his chin on her shoulder. She stirred and woke with a sharp intake of breath. "Josh?" she murmured sleepily.

"You were expecting someone else?" He asked it lightly, but couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that after all this time, she still half-believed he wouldn't be there one morning when she woke up.

"Well, I thought maybe you were my other boyfriend," she said teasingly, and he grinned. That was more like it.

"Sorry, you're going to have to make do with me instead," he said. He covered her neck with quick sloppy kisses; she giggled enticingly, which only spurred him on. He turned her on her back and blanketed her body with loud clownish kisses until she was laughing outright and squirming beneath him. Only when she squealed for him to stop did he finally subside, scooting back up and taking her in his arms.

"You are a silly silly man," she said, nonetheless snuggling up closer to him.

"I have been told that, yes," he said.

"My silly silly man," she amended, a trace of sleep still in her voice.

"Absolutely." He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. "Do we have to be anywhere this morning?"

"No. We don't have to be anywhere at any point today that we don't want to be," Donna said.

"How did that happen?"

"I am a woman of great and mysterious power," she said. "Plus, it's a federal holiday."

"Oh. Right."

"And you told me your schedule was clear. I hope you weren't making that up."

"I wasn't," he said proudly. "I cleared it all by myself."

"Good boy." She patted him on the head, his hair springing beneath her palm.

"Did you just -- refer to me like a dog?"

"Yes."

"Oh-kay." He sniffed; his sinuses were hell in the morning. "So how about we stay in bed all day?"

"All day?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to be hungry at some point."

"That’s why the good lord invented delivery."

"What about going outside, getting some air?"

"Air's overrated. All the Republicans say so."

"Josh."

"Donna."

"Why are we arguing when we could be kissing instead?"

"I really have no idea." He rolled on top of her and lowered his mouth to hers, drinking her in. He didn't even mind her morning breath, he reflected. It was slightly stale and earthy and tasted like her. She cradled his head in her hands, thumbs caressing his face. When their lips parted she smiled up at him, and his heart fairly stopped at how gorgeous she looked in the morning light.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

She blushed and averted her eyes like she always did. "If you say so."

"I do." He kissed her again, then moved his lips down to her chest, skimming the tops of her breasts with his mouth, then taking one nipple between his teeth and nibbling gently. She sighed happily and tangled her fingers in his hair. He never grew tired of this, sometimes felt as if he could spend the entire day suckling at her breast, listening to her gasp and moan beneath him. He moved to the other nipple and she began to fidget, her hips rising up off the mattress, seeking attention.

He smiled against her skin and quickly eased down between her legs. With easy movements he looped her legs up over his shoulders and then placed his mouth on her sex, flicking his tongue out to lap at her slowly.

He felt her tense up, then relax as she let out a ragged sigh. He probed her folds with his tongue, taking his time about it, exploring every crevice, savoring the tangy, musky taste of her. When he slid his hands up her body to squeeze her breasts, Donna breathed a delighted "Oh," and gripped his wrists, urging him on. So he played with her nipples while he continued to feast on her, finally taking her clit between his lips and sucking gently, then circling it with his tongue, exerting just the right amount of pressure.

"Just like that," Donna whispered, her hips rising and falling, grinding herself against him, now. Yeah, he knew what she liked. "Oh, god, just like that."

He obeyed, squeezing her nipples, tonguing her clit, keeping up the steady, persistent rhythm, until she came, bucking against his face, crying out wordlessly. He saw her through it, his mouth latched onto her clit as she shuddered and moaned. When she subsided, tapering off to what sounded almost liked choked sobs, he pulled himself up and framed her body with his forearms, his hard cock jutting against her opening. He wasn't sure whether he should wait, much as he was dying to be inside of her, but then she reached down and helped guide him in and it was no longer an issue.

He thrust in and out of her quickly, too wound up to take it slow. She was so wet and warm and when she raised her hips he sunk in even deeper and god, she was beautiful, looking up at him with bright blue eyes, caressing the sides of his face with her hands, cool, gentle touches that inflamed him.

"You feel so good, Donna," he whispered. "You feel so good..." And then he was coming, thrusting madly, hips jerking, spending himself inside of her in a hot rush. He eased himself down on top of her as he gasped for air, sucking the scent of her into his lungs. Her arms snaked around him and held him tight, her hands clutching at the muscles in his back.

"That was nice," she said dreamily, and placed a kiss on the top of his head.

He let out a short laugh. "That probably wouldn't be my first word choice, but yes." He pulled out of her and rolled over onto his side, then took her back into his arms and held her close.

She kissed him softly, slowly, their tongues tangling leisurely. When she finally drew back she kissed the tip of his nose. "I may have to re-think this whole spending the day in bed thing," she said, gazing at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

"My powers of persuasion are great," he said with a smirk.

"Almost as big as your ego," she retorted.

"You love my ego," he countered, burrowing in closer to her, then looking up at her with his best puppy dog face.

She smiled a smile that held a tinge of exasperation and shook her head. "Unfortunately, I think you may have me there." She ran her fingers through his hair and he made a contented sound. "So how about a break for food?"

"Food good," he mumbled into the soft skin of her neck.

"I'll make you some eggs, how does that sound?"

"I have eggs?"

"Yes. I checked last night."

"Really? In the refrigerator?"

"No, Josh, in the henhouse out back."

"Ah."

"Okay, come on, time to get up."

"Mmm." He didn't move.

"Josh."

"Mmm?"

"The sooner we fortify ourselves with eggs and toast --"

"I have bread, too?"

"Yes. The sooner we fortify ourselves with these things, the sooner we can come back here and pick up where we left off and continue the Day of Sex."

"The Day of Sex?"

"Yes. I've named it."

"I like it. Has a certain ring."

"Yes. But the Day of Sex must also be a day of food, so get up."

"Right." He disentangled himself from her and sat up slowly, then scrubbed a hand through his hair. "Hey, Donna?"

"Yeah?" she asked absently as she hunted around for the nightshirt she'd lost at some point during Day of Sex Eve.

"I love you." He wasn't sure what made him say it, just knew he had to at that moment.

She smiled widely, spots of pink on her cheeks. After all this time he could still make her blush. "I love you too, silly man."

Yeah, he could live with that.

End.