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Josh: Oh, Woden's Night. Josh is making himself a sandwhich with little bits of roast beef and mm, cheese. Yum. More of it is going into his mouth (or Schubert's) than actually on the toast.
Donna: Donna wanders in and leans against the doorjamb, just watching the incredibly cute and amusing scene in front of her. Even Schubert is so entranced with waiting for the next bit of beef that she doesn't notice Donna there.
Josh: Maybe it's because tossing little bits of beef at her is kind of like trashcan basketball at the moment. He looks up a second later, ah, Donna. Busted. Schubert is shaking her head trying to reach a bit that fell towards her neck.
Donna: Donna laughs softly. "Just promise me you won't trip and fall over on her when you're done there," she teases Josh, referring to his unfortunate encounter with CJ.
Josh: "She ran into /me/." Josh protests, not for the first time this week.
Donna: "Uh-huh," Donna agrees with a smirk, as she pushes away from the door to go to the fridge and grab a can of Coke. "Is CJ aware of that? Because somehow I think she'd confirm that it was the other way around."
Josh: Josh narrows his eyes and takes a big bite out of his sandwhich. Before he finishes chewing, "She doesn't look where she's going--I think maybe she doesn't see us normal sized people."
Donna: Donna giggles. "That's it exactly. So what did Leo say about the laptop?" Ah, poor Schubert is still trying to get that little bit of beef she missed. Donna reaches down and gets it for her then stands up and streches.
Josh: "He gave me a lecture about government property and the proper care thereof, and told me I had to pay to replace it. I think it should be covered under 'Acts of God', myself."
Donna: "Ah, but that would mean you were God in this case since you were the one who fell on it. And as mighty as you are, I think God is pushing it a little," Donna comments. She takes a sip of her soda. "/My/ laptop is happily intact and useful. It's was nice to be able catch up on my email at the Union today."
Josh: "Oh, but if I were," Josh retorts and has more sandwhich. Hm. He can't really think of a way to sidestep that, so he says, "Anything interesting?"
Donna: Donna shakes her head. "Nothing in particular. I am now officially out of the loop since I am no longer at the White House." She kind of gives him a curious look.
Josh: He examines his food, and then licks his fingers, avoiding her glances. "Nothing exciting happened today, don't worry about it. Although everyone had a lot of fun with the pictures."
Donna: She sighs. She's asking and he's /still/ avoiding. Trying not to show her disappointment too much, she pushes away from the counter. "I'm going to go read some more of this first assignment for Theories of Western Thought. You'd like it, it's about all the philosophers that helped shape politics."
Josh: Josh watches her go, and puts his roast beef sandwich back on the plate. After a minute, he follows her, and sits nearby.
Donna: She's sitting curled up in the corner, book in her lap, and intensely aware of his presence. "Possibly the biggest concept advocated by early political thinkers is to question your government." All said with her eyes focused on her book.
Josh: "It wasn't a fair question." Josh responds.
Donna: "I'm not trying to trick you, Josh," Donna says softly, closing her book to look at him. "It's not... If you want fair, fine. Fair would be not feeling like I'm an inquisitor. Fair would be having you actually value me enough to want to just share these things. But I wasn't trying to trick you. I'm just... I want to understand things, but I can't do it all on my own."
Josh: Josh looks away, pissed off and sticks a hand in his hair, pulling at it slightly. "It's /not/ that easy. You have /no/ idea."
Donna: Donna's voice gets even softer and very sad. "No, I don't. That's part of the problem."
Josh: "You think I /care/ if your parents like me or not? I spend absolutely no hours of my day worrying about that; if they weren't your parents they'd just be some red state, Protestant White Republicans who weren't going to vote for my guy anyway so why /bother/."
Donna: That stings, because yes, she has her issues with them, but still, they're her family. And by discounting them, she feels like he's discounting her. She bites her lip, trying hard not to flinch or start to cry. "So what does that make me?"
Josh: "I don't know, what /does/ that make you?" Josh shoots right back, "And why is your family so obnoxiously perfect all the time? Why does nothing bad ever happen to you?!"
Donna: Anger overtakes the hurt. "Obviously not anyone important in your life," Donna retorts. "I told you I loved you, that I wanted to know everything there was to know about you. Just this morning... I tried to show you... I wanted your trust. And you can't - /won't/ even give me that... I don't know! I don't know what you want or how... I don't /know/!"
Josh: Josh snorts a laugh and rubs at his eyes, "You didn't answer the question."
Donna: "What does it make me? Someone who loves you so much it breaks my heart because I feel like I'm never going to fit into your life. Why are they perfect? They aren't. They're the facade of a 1960's television show and most of them are miserable and hiding behind that. Mack cheats on Gia. Gia uses her social things to ignore it. My mother sacrifices her life to religion and propriety and my dad buys big toys like boats so he doesn't have to deal with it. And why does nothing bad happen to me? I don't know. It isn't as tragic as death, but knowing I wasted 5 years of my life on Matt isn't a highlight of my life." And during all this she has hopped up from her seat and started pacing around the living room, never once looking at him while she says it.
Josh: Josh watches her, and after she's done, licks his lips and says, "Oh." He takes in a long beath, and then says, "I'm sorry I yelled." And he really means it, for once.
Donna: Donna finally turns to look at him, and she's breathing hard, and shaking a little from emotion. After a minute or two, she finally asks, much softer than before, "So I need an answer too. What does this make me?"
Josh: "My girlfriend, whom I love more than anyone else in the entire world." Josh says, swallowing. "Don't go."
Donna: She sits again, curling up against him. "I love you, too. Also." A tiny, tiny smile as she echoes his words from this morning. "And I'm not going anywhere," she vows, her head buried against his neck. "This.... it was a fight. It doesn't mean... You have to /trust/ me, Josh. I'm not leaving. It was a fight."
Josh: Josh takes a deep, relaxing breath, "If it makes you feel better, I didn't really think you were going to leave." He leans back against the couch.
Donna: "Then don't ask me not to go," Donna admonishes, voice mumbled since she's still got her face hidden. "Just... let me /in/ and let me stay."
Josh: "It was a preemptive thing, just in case you were." Josh says, resting a hand on hers. He exhales.
Donna: She lifts her head, shaking it. "No. You can't do that. You need to stop thinking the worst. I know optimism is a hard thing for you, but I'm going to teach you to find it." She pauses a moment and then looks at him, startled. "You apologized to me."
Josh: His eyebrows furrow, "Don't I always apologize?"
Donna: "No. Well, sometimes, but... you meant it this time. Sometimes I feel like you say it to prevent... to be preemptive. But you meant it," Donna observes. She sighs. "I need to trust you more too."
Josh: Josh shifts a little in his seat, which is practically an admission of guilt. And then he decides to distract himself from that by playing with her hair, curling a strand around his index finger. "I always mean it, I hate making you mad."
Donna: Donna sighs and leans into him again. "I know. And I hate fighting with you."
Josh: After an appropriate pause, Josh pries Donna off of him and starts to kiss down her neck.
Donna: She sighs softly, and tilts her head to give him better access. She's quickly succumbing to the kissing. But she still manages to say, "You're trying to distract me, aren't you?" Not at all angry, and actually with a little bit of teasing in her tone.
Josh: "No, I'm paying you back for this morning," Josh counters, one hand looking for the latch of her bra, and the rest of him draped across her. "It was particularly rotten of you and I think it needs to be addressed." Or undressed, whichever.
Donna: She struggles to sit up, not an easy thing with him across her. "But... I got an orgasm and you got one. How was that rotten? I thought that was good. Well, except for maybe pushing you out of bed."
Josh: Or with Josh shifting his weight to keep her pinned, "It was a gesture, Donna, a gesture that was outside the bounds of the reciprocation clause." When he finally gets the clasp, he grins.
Donna: Donna laughs softly. "You're upset about the hand thing, aren't you?"
Josh: "You're the only woman in the world who laughs because she didn't get a second orgasm," Josh mutters, sitting on her hips and pulling at her shirt.
Donna: "Nooo... second orgasms are good. I'm amused that it bothers you. And I'm amused that we went from.... before to /this/ so quickly," Donna corrects. She's not stopping his very busy hands at all.
Josh: Shirt gets tossed-- somewhere, "But you had my hands trapped, so I had to spend a lot of time today thinking about the complete failure that was this morning."
Donna: Donna smiles at that. "It wasn't a failure. It was simply delayed pleasure, since I'm sure you'll go about correcting the problem shortly. I'm not sure you should admit to how you spend your day at work though."
Josh: "Well, that's my plan," Josh admits, as he unbuttons her jeans, which entails sitting back on her thighs and then up again to wriggle them down. "I did work. I untangled some of the highways bill, and I helped FEMA out with some budget foulups, and I thought about ways to trap you and have my way with you. There's slightly less paper than I thought there might be."
Donna: "Josh?" She's suddenly serious despite the things he's doing to her. "It's more than just sex, isn't it?"
Josh: Josh skids to a stop. "What?"
Donna: "This. It's more than just sex," Donna repeats. "Or... its more than just sex to me." She's sort of trapped but it doesn't stop her from blushing.
Josh: Right. His hands curl up into his lap, and he leans back again. "It better be." Pause, "Because I'm great, but otherwise you're putting up with a lot of crap just for sex." Josh says, 9/10ths a joke, and he smiles.
Donna: She pulls him back down to her and kisses him, long and deep. And then after, "Yes. It is. A lot more. It's... everything."
Josh: "Good," Josh decides, briefly serious, and then, "You don't have any homework half done, do you?"
Donna: The serious mood is definitely broken. "No, I have some reading, but it's not due until Monday. And I have a large block of time tomorrow afternoon in which to do it. So the rest of my evening can be dedicated to you. And the correction of this morning's gross injustice."
Josh: "That wasn't why I was asking," Josh states, rolling his eyes, and then laying back down on her, light kisses on her breasts. "See, I had this plan to ruin your homework..."
Donna: "Oh?" She arches an eyebrow at him.
Josh: "...yeah, it basically involved you soaking the papers." Josh says with a huff, pulling a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it.
Donna: Donna let's out a little squeal of pleasure and arches up. "Later. Or next time... Right now... just you." And at that exact moment? There's a rather loud mewl from the spot next to the couch.
Josh: Josh lifts his head and groans, because the cat is staring at him. "Donna?"
Donna: She can't help it. She follows his gaze and starts to giggle. "The perils of cat ownership. Bedroom?" she asks.
Josh: "Yes." Josh says, pulling himself upright with a sigh and then reaching out for her to pull her into the bedroom.