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~ 11/24/04 - Josh follows through on his promise of woo. ~
(Sequel to With or Without You..)

Donna rummaged through her closet looking for something to wear.

Green dress? Too formal. It would make her feel like she was on a job interview.

New blue negligee? Too revealing. She was still a little self-conscious about her scars. Besides, despite her bravado in her emails, she was just too nervous to play the seductress right now. The negligee screamed seduction.

And why was she so nervous? This was Josh. She shouldn't be nervous about him visiting. They were best friends. Hell, he'd been the first person she had asked for in Germany. The only person she'd wanted to see.

But now… now it was different. He'd told her he loved her. He'd described – in detail – what he'd planned to do to her. With her. For her.

She shivered, despite the summer heat.

She should be thrilled. But she was nervous too. They'd spent so many years dancing around this thing. Now he was on his way here to consummate a relationship they had barely begun.

His sole reason for coming was to make love to her. Joshua Lyman was going to touch her and kiss her and put himself inside of her again and again and again.

It was heady – and nerve-wracking – stuff.

She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. He was on his way, and she still hadn't found anything to wear.

Green Bay Packers baby tee? Too casual. She wanted to entice him, not scare him away, and usually anything even remotely connected to Wisconsin scared him. She wondered, not for the first time, why she was the exception.

Old band t-shirt? No way.

Wait – what was this? She spotted a scrap of red cotton behind a bunch of sweatshirts. Tugging on it, she discovered a cute red tank top trimmed in lace. Maybe this would work. Josh liked her in red, didn't he? He'd certainly appeared slack-jawed whenever she appeared in one of her always-growing collection of red ball gowns.

But what to wear with it? She was pretty much stuck with ratty shorts, sweatpants, or pajama bottoms. They were the only things she had that fit over the cast.

Pajama pants it would have to be. She looked through her meager collection. There wasn't much to choose from. Purple stripes. Olive green drab. Ladybug print.

All the options screamed "cute sidekick" rather than "sexy woman" but she didn't have much choice.

She struggled into the ladybug pants and red tank, wiggling around in the wheelchair so that she could pull the pants up while still seated, then brushed out her hair until it crackled with static electricity. A swipe of mascara and a dash of lip gloss and she was ready.

Physically, at least.

A quick glance at the clock told her that it was almost seven-thirty; Josh would be arriving soon. Cautiously, she wheeled herself through the house, opened the door and proceeded out to the front stoop. She'd wait for him there.

In less than ten minutes, a cab pulled up at the curb. Her heart began to race. She watched as Josh handed the driver a couple of bills and then got out of the car, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He looked incredible in a pair of tight jeans and a loose t-shirt which was only partially tucked in. The very edge of his belt stuck out from beneath it. It made her want to know what would happen if she gave the strip of leather a little tug.

She didn't have much time to think about it, though. He quickly strode up the walk, took the stairs of the stoop two at a time, dumped his bag on the ground, and planted a hand firmly on each of the wheelchair's arms. With the briefest of cocky grins, he proceeded to kiss her senseless.

It was everything and nothing like she'd expected.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration. One brief touch of his lips to hers. Then the first kiss blended into a second one, which was longer, became deeper. His hands came up from the wheelchair arms to cup her cheeks and he tenderly caressed her face with the pads of his thumbs.

Steadying herself by holding onto his shoulders, she deepened the kiss, her tongue coming out to slide against his soft lips. He growled, a deep sexy sound, and moved his hands to the back of her head to tangle his fingers in her hair and pull her closer.

This kiss was no longer soft or gentle. It was needy. Wanton. Lustful. Her mouth plundered his, learning all the secret crevices, how he tasted, how he felt. He responded eagerly, learning the same about her.

“Hi,” she breathed huskily when his mouth finally left her lips to begin a trail down towards her bare shoulder.

“Hello there," he answered, his voice rather muffled.

"We should go inside." She didn't really want him to stop, even to wheel her into the house, but she couldn't help thinking about how the neighbors would react if they started ripping each other's clothes off on the front stoop.

His only response was a distracted, "Mmmm," before he went back to tasting her skin.

"Josh…" He hit that spot just at the edge of her tank top that signaled the end of her collarbone and the top of her breast. It felt incredible, but they really did need to stop now if they didn't want to embarrass themselves or her family.

Pulling him away by his sadly-shortened hair – God, she missed the loose curls from years previous – she gave him a loud smacking kiss.

"As much as I *love* being the talk of the neighborhood," she started sarcastically, "maybe you should wheel me inside."

He smirked at her. "Nope."

"Josh! I know you said you wanted to ravish me on the doorstep, but my parents live here. We can't… you know… in public like this!"

"I'm not wheeling you inside," he insisted


"What else did I tell you in my email?" he persisted.

She nibbled her lip while she thought about it for a minute. "You said to wear something that was easy to remove. And that you were a boy scout."

"What else?" When she didn't answer, he continued, "I said you wouldn't need to worry about mobility. That I would carry you wherever you needed to go."

"No. Absolutely not. You can't – Josh!" She let out a little shriek as he snaked one arm behind her shoulders and the other under her knees then swung her up out of the wheelchair.

"Donna, I certainly can carry you, but unless you hold on, I'm going to wind up dropping you. Put your arms around my neck."

She did. It felt so good to be this close to Josh. His chest was just so hard and muscular. And those arms… damn, but he had great arms.

He carefully walked them through the front entrance and then set her down on a bench just inside the door. "I just going to get the door and bring the chair inside," he explained. "Just wait right there."

She glanced at him, amused. "Where else am I going to go? You’re my transportation."

"Good point." With some difficulty, he wheeled the chair in, his backpack tossed carelessly on the seat, and closed the front door. "Ok, now what?"

She giggled. "Now we go back to my bedroom. Through the dining room, to the left and at the end of the hall."

"Thanks." He struggled with her weight as he picked her up again and Donna giggled a little more. He was so cute when he was trying to be chivalrous.

He stopped before they reached the room.

"Wait. You don't have one of those… you know… kid beds, do you?"

"Kid beds?"

"Yeah, one of those narrow, no-room-to-roll-over beds?"

"A twin bed? No, Josh, I've got a regular full-sized bed. It's not as mammoth as your king-sized one, but there'll be no problem with both of us fitting in it."


He started walking again and she looked at him curiously. "Why did you think I would have a twin bed?"

"Well, this is your folks' house. You did grow up here. I thought you might still have your childhood bedroom set up."

She blushed. He wasn't too far off the mark. "Well… I definitely have a big person's bed, but the rest…."

Josh pushed open the bedroom door and nearly dropped her when he saw all the purple. "Donna! You *are* staying in your childhood bedroom."

"It's not that bad!" she protested. "Mom re-did it a little when I moved out. She just didn't paint it."

He looked down at her in disbelief. "Paint? Yeah, like that would fix this. Donna, there's a bookcase over there filled with -- are those band awards?"

She buried her face against his shoulder and mumbled something he couldn't quite hear.

"What was that? You want to show me your yearbooks? And tell me about what's his name – Fast Freddy, despoiler of sweet Wisconsin dairymaids?"

Her head shot up and she glared at him. "One more word, Joshua, and we'll have to start discussing *your* track record.

He winced. "Ouch. Ok, no more talk about Freddy," he promised as he turned towards the bed and carefully laid her down on top of it.

She expected him to follow, but he paused in leaning down to kiss her to stare at her with a perplexed expression.

She propped herself up on her elbows. He wasn't rethinking this, was he? No. Josh wanted her; he loved her. He'd proven it in his emails and by flying all the way out here.

"What?" she finally asked.

He motioned towards her leg. "Am I going to hurt you if I try to undress you? Those pajama pants – while absolutely adorable on you – look like they won't fit over your, uh, thing."

"They have a drawstring. See?" She pulled the tie open and then proved how wide they really were by pulling the pants away and down from her waist. Belatedly, she realized the motion showed off her lacy blue underwear. Embarrassed to be blatantly flashing him – when he wasn't distracting her with his mind-blowing kisses, she couldn't help but feel nervous about the huge step they were about to take -- she quickly released the pants and they fell back into place. "Everything else has elastic."

He leered at her and tried to snag a finger inside her waistband. "Really?"

She swatted his hand away. "Josh!"

"What? I'm allowed to look at you now. It's all part of the 'Josh Makes a Huge Declaration' thing. Isn't it? And trust me, Donna, I want to look at *all* of you."

She blushed, which just made him leer even more. But then he kicked off his shoes and lay down next to her on the bed and she forgot all about any nervousness she might have had.

One of his hands went to the back of her neck and drew her close for another kiss. The other hand picked up where his lips had left off earlier, caressing the gentle rise of her breast. Her nipples hardened instantly. She wasn't sure he had noticed yet, but it didn't matter, because he was kissing her and touching her and it felt so good.

His hand shifted lower and she felt him start to lift her shirt. Slowly, agonizing inch by agonizing inch, he raised the fabric until her chest was bared to his avid gaze. She sat up a little to help him remove her top altogether and then he lowered his lips to her breast and feasted upon her nipple. She shuddered and cradled his head to her chest. His teeth teased the hard peak of her breast until she didn't think she could take any more, then his tongue snaked out to soothe the dusky peak.

When he had paid sufficient attention to both nipples, he worked his way back up to her mouth and kissed her breathless.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him as close as possible and she felt him grin in response. This was good. *They* were good.

He pulled away a fraction of an inch and looked into her eyes. She could see equal parts love and lust reflected clearly in his warm brown eyes. "Hey Donna? Is it ok if I undress the rest of you now?"

"You have to ask?"

She guided his hands to the waist of her pajama pants and he took over from there. Carefully, so he didn't accidentally bump or hurt her leg, he drew the loose bottoms down her hips and off her legs.

Next came her underwear. They were a little harder to manage, but the elastic stretched pretty far and soon she was completely naked.

"Your turn," she whispered in his ear when he climbed back up her body, panties in hand, and started kissing her neck.

"Yeah," he agreed. But when he stood up to do undo his belt and pants, he stopped. "Wait. I'll be right back."

He turned abruptly and started to leave, but then came back to place a quick kiss on her lips.

"Give me just two minutes," he promised before leaving Donna staring at the empty doorway in confusion.

"Josh? Where are you going?" she called.

He didn't answer, but within moments, he swaggered back into the room – it was a smug, I'm-gonna-get-me-some swagger she recognized but had never had directed at her before – and dumped his backpack on the bed next to her.

"Boy scout, Donna. Remember? And I have some much needed supplies in here."

She rummaged in the bag while he undressed and unearthed several packages of condoms. Colored ones, ribbed ones, flavored ones, glow in the dark ones.

"This is quite the collection," she commented, intrigued.

"I just want to make sure my woman is happy," he smirked as he finally removed his boxers and stood before her in all his glory. If she had thought his arms were magnificent… well, he certainly had a few other parts that made them pale in comparison.

She grinned, pleased by what she saw. "I think that can be accomplished," she said as she pushed the backpack aside and held her arms out to him. "C'mere."

"Nope. I also promised that I was going to kiss every inch of you, starting with your toes. And I don't like to break my promises."

She wiggled the digits in question and he was drawn to the bright red tips. "They're red."

"My mom helped me paint them before they left for Minnesota."

"Remind me to tell her thanks." He knelt at the edge of the bed and started on the toes of her injured leg, sucking one into his mouth for a wet, open mouthed kiss, causing her to squeak with pleasure. He looked up into her face, surprised.

"Wait a second – I just remembered. Didn't you say there was nerve damage or something?"

She looked at him patiently. "Damage, not deadness. If you had paid attention to my email you would have known that. And do you honestly think that any touch of your mouth on my skin *wouldn't* cause some sort of reaction?"

"Well… no."

"Bright boy."

"Hey, in my defense, I did tell you I wouldn't understand any of that stuff you were telling me."

She pouted at him. "You didn't even bother to look it up, did you?"

He immediately tried to defend himself. "Of course I looked it up! I just couldn't understand any of that doctor gibberish. And because I…ah, hell. I looked it up. It upset me. I was worried," he confessed. "Now can we go back to the fun stuff? Where was I? Oh, right. Toes."

He bent his head to her other foot and kissed each of those toes in turn before sliding his tongue up her calf and placing a soft kiss on the skin at the back of her knee. From there, his lips traveled up her thigh, to her hip, across her stomach, between her breasts and to her throat.

By the time finally returned to her mouth, she was limp with need. "Josh…"

"You can't wait, can you?" he smirked as he placed random kisses on her cheeks, forehead and chin before giving her a quick kiss on the lips and rolling aside to grab a condom from the pile she'd left on the other side of the bed.

"Josh, in case you hadn't noticed, I want you. Now. Get your ass over here and make love to me."

"Yes, ma'am," he agreed. But just as he was about to position himself above her, it occurred to them both that this wasn't going to work. Not with her leg still in that cast. Shit.

"Maybe I could just bend the other leg," she suggested. But even as she said it, she knew it wouldn't solve the problem. He wouldn't be able to get nearly close enough or deep enough. They'd both be disappointed.

"Ok, let's look at this logically. There's got to be a way to do this. I mean, people with broken legs don't stay celibate for two months, do they?"

He stood up and paced back and forth in front of the bed, running his hands through his hair. He looked adorable. Frustrated, but adorable. And still highly aroused, Donna was happy to note. Maybe that was where the frustrated part came in.

She was just about to suggest that maybe they give up on the idea of traditional sex – after all, there were other ways they could please each other and they had plenty of time for regular intercourse later – when he stopped pacing and stared at her with a smug expression on his face.

"What?" she asked warily.

He knelt on the bed, the smug grin getting wider. "You can rest on that leg but you just can't put any weight on it, right? And we shouldn't, you know, bump it or anything?"


"Lie on your side," he instructed, his voice husky and full of desire.

She did as he asked, rolling over with her bad leg flat along the mattress and her good leg crooked so that the majority of its weight rested above her injured knee. She looked over her shoulder at him. "Like this?"

"Perfect," she heard him say as he positioned himself behind her and pulled her unharmed leg up across his thighs, so that she was half lying on top of, half leaning against him. She could feel his erection pressed against her ass and she squirmed against him, wanting to feel him inside her. "Not exactly what I had planned for our first time, but I think it will work."

He stroked a hand down her body, from her shoulder to her thigh, and she moaned a little in frustration. If he didn't do *something* soon, she was going to explode.

"Donna?" The one word, spoken so softly and seductively against her ear was enough to make her tremble.


"Are you ready for some woo?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she reached between her legs and found his erection. Grasping it firmly in her fist, she guided him to her opening. He pushed his hips against her and with a little assistance slid smoothly inside.

They both held their breath for a moment as they became accustomed to the feel of each other. Finally, Donna couldn't stand waiting anymore.

"Move, Josh… please…"

It was awkward at first; the angle made it difficult for them to find a rhythm. But after a few tentative thrusts, Donna started pushing back against him and he started moving a little faster. It wasn't as deep or as hard as either would have preferred but it still felt damn good. Their bodies fit perfectly and the connection they had always shared became even more apparent as they moved in tandem with one another.

He reached between her thighs and softly massaged her clit. She arched into his hand, begging for more. He increased the pressure and she cried out his name as her body started to tremble. All she could feel was him -- in her, against her, around her – creating heat and wetness and all kinds of sensations, all centered at her sex. Time ceased to exist. There was only them, in this bed, with each other. With a soft cry, she came apart all around him.

As she floated back down to earth, her trembling slowly subsiding, he started to thrust even faster. His breath harsh in her ear, he repeated her name over and over, promised to be with her forever, told her how much she meant to him. And when he finally couldn't hold back any longer, he came, pulsing deep inside her.

Breathing heavily, he uncoupled their bodies and removed the used condom.

"Tissues?" he panted.

"On the table," she answered, still a little breathless herself. He reached behind him and carefully wrapped the latex inside, then tossed the bundle into the nearby trash can. His arms came back around her body, spooning her close against him, and he kissed the hollow at the side of her neck. She turned her head and he leaned over to place another sweet kiss against her lips.

Which is when she remembered something he had said earlier. "Planned?"

His forehead crinkled in confusion. "What?"

"Earlier. You said you had a plan for our first time. What kind of plan?"

"Oh, I had a plan, all right," his voice rumbled against her ear.

Her smile grew wider. "What kind of plan?" she insisted.

"A big plan, a *great* plan."

"You didn't have any plan, did you?" she teased.

"You doubt me, Donna? Didn't I just prove that I am a man of woo, what with the flying out here and the kissing and the carrying and everything?"

"Yes, yes you did."

"Then how can you doubt that there was a plan?"

"Because I know you, Josh. You're not so great with plans. Or woo."

"Ha! I had plans. In fact, there might have even been flowers involved."

"Oh lord, not another not-anniversary," she groaned, though her heart wasn't in it.

"No, for another very real anniversary," he retorted. "Wait – you don't like the flowers I get you?"

He sounded wounded and she rushed to reassure him. "I *love* the flowers you get me. Continue."

"I'm not going to tell you now. That's what you get for making fun of the woo and the flowers," he said.


"Nope. You don't get to hear about the plan," he said stubbornly.

She twisted around so she could kiss him. "Maybe I can convince you," she dared him impishly.

"Two can play at that game," he answered smugly. Then he kissed her, a deep kiss full of emotion. When he broke it off, he was smirking.

"See? I can bring the woo."

"Yes, yes you can," she agreed breathlessly.

It had gotten to the point where she could barely remember her name, much less argue the case for his lack of woo. Especially when he was proving so ably just how well he could bring it. And then he brought the best case of all for his sense of woo --

"I love you, Donnatella Moss."

There was no doubting the sincerity of his words. Everything he had done, every touch, every breath, confirmed how very much he meant it. She closed her eyes and basked in the feeling.

"I love you, too."



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