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nc-17 | sexual content

She opened the door only because she feared that Martha down the hall would call the police if she didn't. And while the thought of him being dragged away in cuffs didn't exactly repulse her at the moment, if he did get arrested, he'd likely be out of a job, and that would mean she'd be unemployed too.

He had a grin on his face that he probably thought looked sheepish, but it struck her as smug.

"I'm sorry?"

"I think that's supposed to be a declarative sentence, not a question," she said sourly.

"It won't happen again," he promised as he tried to edge his way into her apartment.

"I think it'll happen again. And again. And again."

"Donna."

"And again."

"I think you kinda like it, anyway."

She glared at him. "For such a brilliant man, you really are quite stupid."

"I get that a lot."

"I wonder why."

"Women love it when their man gets possessive. Your righteous indignation is some obligatory response brought on by your neo-feminist ideals."

"I'm going to slam the door in your face now."

"No, you're not."

She pushed aside a pang of guilt as she shut the door, making sure the deadbolt was secure. A small, shocked noise came from the other side, and her fingers lingered on the knob as her guilt grew. Any feelings of regret flew out of her mind, however, when she heard him turning his key in the lock. She tried to step back, but was too slow; he pushed the door forward, whacking her squarely in the face.

"Ow. That sounded like it hurt."

"I'm going to call the police," she grumbled, rubbing her nose. It didn't seem to be broken, but she swore she could already feel a bump growing there. "That's breaking and entering."

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him as she moved away, towards her couch. "Actually, you gave me the key, so it's not."

"Trespassing, then. Burglary. Something."

He knelt in front of where she sat on the sofa, brushing her hair out of her face. "It's only burglary if I intended to commit a felony. You okay?"

"It's nothing."

He cupped her cheek, smiling as she kissed his thumb. "Remember the first time I showed up here drunk? And your old roommate tried to kill me with a baseball bat?"

"Weapon of choice for women living on their own."

"I dodged her, but still managed to bang my head into the wall."

"Then you threatened to sue her. I think that really endeared you to her."

His hands dropped to her knees, fingers tracing small circles on the fabric of her pajamas. "And I told you I loved you and you laughed at me."

"Because you also told my roommate you loved her. And her cat. And my television."

She closed her eyes as he stood, leaning back as she felt his weight settle in next to her. She turned towards him, tucking her legs underneath her, keeping her eyes closed. He touched her face again, and she sighed involuntarily.

"I know what you're thinking," she said finally.

"What am I thinking?"

"That you came over here and offered me your pathetic excuse for an apology, so now we're going to have make-up sex."

His hand slid down her neck, moving along the neckline of her shirt, and then kneading one breast through the cloth. "The idea had crossed my mind."

"It's not going to happen. I hate you." That declaration would have been more powerful, she realized, if she hadn't have moaned it. His touch disappeared, and she felt him shift again. When she opened her eyes, she found him facing her, his body position mirroring hers.

"It was different this time."

"Was not."

"Yeah, it was. First of all, this guy wasn't just hitting on you; he was about two seconds away from grabbing your ass. Secondly, I was much more ... subdued this time."

"You call that subdued?"

"Compared to last time," he said defensively.

"You still made a scene, Josh. This is what pisses me off. You talk about how we have to lay low, about how we have to be discrete, and then you go ballistic on any man who dares to look at me."

"I didn't go ballistic on this guy."

"You threatened to arrange it so his bill would be held up in committee indefinitely, and when he blew you off, you practically challenged him to a duel."

He scoffed. "You're exaggerating."

"Not by much." She paused, watching him rub his forehead. "Toby knows."

"How?" She gave him a pointed stare. "Well, I mean, did he say something to you?"

"He was in the lobby when I went to get my coat. He told me, 'You two make me sick.'"

Josh cringed. "He could have been talking about anything. Still ... he's on our side. I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"You're an idiot."

For some reason, he smiled. "So let me make it up to you," he murmured as he leaned into her.

"I still hate you," she whispered as he found her breast again.

"I can live with that."

She frowned, but she let him pull her from the sofa, tossing clothing aside as he guided her to the bedroom.

"Seriously, Josh, you need to work on your jealousy," she said as she fell back on the mattress. He muttered something as he kissed his way up her thigh, pausing briefly at her hip. "You have to trust me more."

"I do trust you," he said. "I don't trust them."

Her response caught in her throat when his mouth skirted across her skin, moving to her core. He swirled his tongue around her clit, two fingers sliding easily inside of her. His free hand slid under her ass, angling her body so he could penetrate her more deeply. She bit her lip as he sped up his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly over her, his fingers stroking her sensitive flesh, because she knew the minute she was almost there -

He suddenly withdrew, his hand wet against her skin as he positioned himself over her. His cock was inside her with one thrust, and she locked her legs around him to keep him there. He growled into her neck; it was one word - mine - and it reminded her why she was pissed at him in the first place.

"This isn't going to work out," she groaned.

That stopped him. He lifted his head, his erection buried deep inside her. "Because of tonight?"

The aching in her body was growing uncomfortable, and she tried to get him to move. "It's not going to work like this. We can't play this cloak and dagger game when what you really want to do is put a, a, a ... brand or something on me that says, 'Josh's woman; hands off'."

He began to thrust into her again, this time with his eyes locked on hers. "Look, Donna, you wanted someone to come and rescue you from that guy tonight. I saw the look on your face."

"Yeah, but ..." Her voice died as her body tightened, spasms rocking her frame. He kept pumping his erection into her, until he came with a low groan, his body settling on top of her. "... all you had to do was come over and say you needed to talk to me about something. You didn't have to go all caveman on me."

Sloppy kisses on her face. "I'll work on it."

"That's what you said last time."

"So I'll really work on it this time."

She stifled a yawn, relenting only out of exhaustion. "We should talk about this tomorrow. Maybe we should discuss me trans-"

"I'll work on it. No more public displays. I got it." And with that, he rolled off her, plopping his head next to hers and throwing an arm over her waist. She let out an exasperated sigh, but he seemed to already be asleep.

(fin.)