(no subject)
Title: How to Glide Like a Swan
Word Count: 1100 +
Rating: G
Summary: Donna teaches Josh to skate.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Aaron Sorkin.
"Hey Josh? Can I leave early today? I'm taking my niece skating," Donna asked from the doorway.
"Skating? You want to hold up the progression of the country so a little girl can go skating?" Josh asked when he could not come up with a better response.
"If I may. Skating’s fun, Josh. You like skating," Donna replied.
"What? I like skating? As a matter of fact I don't even know how to skate," he said without thinking.
Donna smiled and entered the room at this revelation. Josh couldn't skate!
"You can't skate? You've never been skating! Everyone's been skating!" she cried as if this news offended her.
"Of course you can skate," she said as though she didn't believe a word of what she was saying.
"I just never learned. I do work at the White House, Donna. There isn't a lot of free skating time," he said, embarrassed.
"But when you were a kid. You must have been skating when you were a kid!" Donna cried.
She wasn't about to give this up.
"No! I've never been skating!" Josh yelled.
He was so stressed these days. Actually he was always stressed but he was so easily angry.
"I’ll teach you. Come skating with us this afternoon," Donna said after a moment's pause.
"No!" Josh shouted. "Just... no!"
"Come on, it'll be fun! You can borrow her dad's skates. He has the same size feet as you I bet," she continued bending down to look at his feet. "We're leaving at 3."
--
3 o'clock came and so did Donna. She practically yanked him out of his chair and into his coat. She drove to a nice neighbourhood and stopped the car outside of a large, suburban house.
"Just wait here." Donna said getting out of the car.
How had he let this happen? This was going to be the worst afternoon of his life. He seriously considered getting out the car and running away but Donna was already walking back to the car with a pair of skates in her hands.
"Sarah's sick. She's not coming," Donna said as she started the car again.
"Good, let's get back to work," Josh said relieved.
"What?" Donna said. "No! We're still going skating. You have to learn how to glide across the ice. Like a swan!" Donna laughed not seeming to notice how unfunny Josh found all of this.
--
They arrived at the rink. Josh thought it couldn't have gotten any worse until he saw the skates.
They must have been 50 years old. They were brown and ripped and ... well practically nonexistent. Josh sighed as he tried to put them on.
Donna in her white, figure skates had to help him, as he had never put them on before. They walked to the edge of the rink and Donna stepped gracefully onto the ice and spun around giving Josh an encouraging smile. She held out her hands and he begrudgingly took them in his own. He stepped onto the ice and began to stumble.
It was an outdoor rink so there were no walls to grab onto. This made Donna the only thing to stop him from falling flat on his face. He fell onto her.
"You never have been skating," Donna said as she steadied herself with Josh in her arms.
"No I haven't, Donna. And now you have to teach me how," Josh said grumpily.
"Well I was a member of the Wisconsin Figure Skating Club," she said with a smirk.
Josh raised his eyebrows at this but he couldn't help smiling. Soon he was sitting on the bleachers watching Donna glide around the ice doing really very good jumps. She looked beautiful. He didn't really get a chance to see her anywhere but at work and she looked almost like a snow angel out on the ice.
He suddenly wanted to join her and became very mad when he, sitting on the ice, remembered he couldn't skate. The concerned Donna soon stood over him.
"You ok?" she asked as she helped him up.
"Yeah," he replied. This really was embarrassing. Why was he even here?
Donna still had his hand in hers although it was a little hard to keep hold of it, as they were both wearing thick mittens.
"Come on," she said. "You'll be fine," she said as she saw a look of terror pass his face.
She couldn't believe she was teaching Josh Lyman how to skate in the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday. This really was odd.
They began a slow, bumpy circle of the rink and returned to the spot they had started about a minute later.
"You're pretty good at this," Donna said with a smile.
"Oh come on, Donna, this is the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me. Can we leave now?"
Donna smiled and they returned to the bleachers. If things couldn't have gotten any worse for Josh he found that his shoes had been stolen.
"Well maybe you shouldn't ... wear expensive shoes!" came Donna's lame response when he blamed her for bringing him there in the first place.
--
They returned to the White House to get Josh some new shoes. It was very late now and almost everyone had gone home.
"Josh I'm sorry," Donna said sitting on his desk as he searched his office for a pair of shoes to wear.
"No," Josh said looking at her. "No I had fun. With or without shoes," he said smiling at her. "You're a really good skater. Really, really good. You never told me you could ... do jumps and ... stuff," he said pathetically.
Donna smiled. "Well I'm a women of many talents," she said perhaps a little suggestively.
Josh snorted and led her out of the building.
--
It had begun to snow outside and the trees were covered in a beautiful layer of white.
"We're working extra hard tomorrow. No more skating for a while," Josh said turning to Donna. "In fact I think I'd prefer it if there was no more skating ever."
"Well maybe we could go rock climbing. Or swimming," Donna said with a smile.
The thought of Donna in a swimsuit was too much for Josh so he said goodbye a little hurriedly and walked quickly to his car.
Donna stood in the snow watching him walk away. She sighed. She had been serious. Swimming would be fun. She thought again. Josh in swim shorts. In the water. With her. Well she wouldn't get her hopes up, because she knew Josh would be able to swim. Unfortunately.
--
Word Count: 1100 +
Rating: G
Summary: Donna teaches Josh to skate.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Aaron Sorkin.
"Hey Josh? Can I leave early today? I'm taking my niece skating," Donna asked from the doorway.
"Skating? You want to hold up the progression of the country so a little girl can go skating?" Josh asked when he could not come up with a better response.
"If I may. Skating’s fun, Josh. You like skating," Donna replied.
"What? I like skating? As a matter of fact I don't even know how to skate," he said without thinking.
Donna smiled and entered the room at this revelation. Josh couldn't skate!
"You can't skate? You've never been skating! Everyone's been skating!" she cried as if this news offended her.
"Of course you can skate," she said as though she didn't believe a word of what she was saying.
"I just never learned. I do work at the White House, Donna. There isn't a lot of free skating time," he said, embarrassed.
"But when you were a kid. You must have been skating when you were a kid!" Donna cried.
She wasn't about to give this up.
"No! I've never been skating!" Josh yelled.
He was so stressed these days. Actually he was always stressed but he was so easily angry.
"I’ll teach you. Come skating with us this afternoon," Donna said after a moment's pause.
"No!" Josh shouted. "Just... no!"
"Come on, it'll be fun! You can borrow her dad's skates. He has the same size feet as you I bet," she continued bending down to look at his feet. "We're leaving at 3."
--
3 o'clock came and so did Donna. She practically yanked him out of his chair and into his coat. She drove to a nice neighbourhood and stopped the car outside of a large, suburban house.
"Just wait here." Donna said getting out of the car.
How had he let this happen? This was going to be the worst afternoon of his life. He seriously considered getting out the car and running away but Donna was already walking back to the car with a pair of skates in her hands.
"Sarah's sick. She's not coming," Donna said as she started the car again.
"Good, let's get back to work," Josh said relieved.
"What?" Donna said. "No! We're still going skating. You have to learn how to glide across the ice. Like a swan!" Donna laughed not seeming to notice how unfunny Josh found all of this.
--
They arrived at the rink. Josh thought it couldn't have gotten any worse until he saw the skates.
They must have been 50 years old. They were brown and ripped and ... well practically nonexistent. Josh sighed as he tried to put them on.
Donna in her white, figure skates had to help him, as he had never put them on before. They walked to the edge of the rink and Donna stepped gracefully onto the ice and spun around giving Josh an encouraging smile. She held out her hands and he begrudgingly took them in his own. He stepped onto the ice and began to stumble.
It was an outdoor rink so there were no walls to grab onto. This made Donna the only thing to stop him from falling flat on his face. He fell onto her.
"You never have been skating," Donna said as she steadied herself with Josh in her arms.
"No I haven't, Donna. And now you have to teach me how," Josh said grumpily.
"Well I was a member of the Wisconsin Figure Skating Club," she said with a smirk.
Josh raised his eyebrows at this but he couldn't help smiling. Soon he was sitting on the bleachers watching Donna glide around the ice doing really very good jumps. She looked beautiful. He didn't really get a chance to see her anywhere but at work and she looked almost like a snow angel out on the ice.
He suddenly wanted to join her and became very mad when he, sitting on the ice, remembered he couldn't skate. The concerned Donna soon stood over him.
"You ok?" she asked as she helped him up.
"Yeah," he replied. This really was embarrassing. Why was he even here?
Donna still had his hand in hers although it was a little hard to keep hold of it, as they were both wearing thick mittens.
"Come on," she said. "You'll be fine," she said as she saw a look of terror pass his face.
She couldn't believe she was teaching Josh Lyman how to skate in the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday. This really was odd.
They began a slow, bumpy circle of the rink and returned to the spot they had started about a minute later.
"You're pretty good at this," Donna said with a smile.
"Oh come on, Donna, this is the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me. Can we leave now?"
Donna smiled and they returned to the bleachers. If things couldn't have gotten any worse for Josh he found that his shoes had been stolen.
"Well maybe you shouldn't ... wear expensive shoes!" came Donna's lame response when he blamed her for bringing him there in the first place.
--
They returned to the White House to get Josh some new shoes. It was very late now and almost everyone had gone home.
"Josh I'm sorry," Donna said sitting on his desk as he searched his office for a pair of shoes to wear.
"No," Josh said looking at her. "No I had fun. With or without shoes," he said smiling at her. "You're a really good skater. Really, really good. You never told me you could ... do jumps and ... stuff," he said pathetically.
Donna smiled. "Well I'm a women of many talents," she said perhaps a little suggestively.
Josh snorted and led her out of the building.
--
It had begun to snow outside and the trees were covered in a beautiful layer of white.
"We're working extra hard tomorrow. No more skating for a while," Josh said turning to Donna. "In fact I think I'd prefer it if there was no more skating ever."
"Well maybe we could go rock climbing. Or swimming," Donna said with a smile.
The thought of Donna in a swimsuit was too much for Josh so he said goodbye a little hurriedly and walked quickly to his car.
Donna stood in the snow watching him walk away. She sighed. She had been serious. Swimming would be fun. She thought again. Josh in swim shorts. In the water. With her. Well she wouldn't get her hopes up, because she knew Josh would be able to swim. Unfortunately.
--