Where We Go From Here

Title: A Hotel In L

Title: A Hotel In New York (1/1)
Author: Michelle K. (CageyGrl@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Archive: If you have some of my other stuff, feel free to take this too. New archives - drop me a line first.
Pairing: Donna/Leo
Summary: On a trip to New York, Leo and Donna manage to find some time for each other. (sequel to 'This Man')

Disclaimer: Does this look like something Aaron Sorkin would write? I didn't think so. This is my way of saying the characters don't belong to me. Don't sue. Please!

Thanks: To the person who sent me some ideas on the hotel smut challenge and sparked my insane little mind.

Notes: Response to the May challenge (hotel smut!) on TWW State of the Union list, and the next installment of the "Where We Go From Here" series. Previous installments are:

"Unexpected," "In Need," "Afternoon and Night," "Keeping Secrets," "Just the Touch of Your Hand," "This Woman," and "This Man."

Written in Donna's POV with a little bit of third person.

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**Thursday Night**
**Regency Hotel - New York City**
**12:02 a.m.**

I love New York.

Okay, so I haven't spent a *lot* of time in New York. But I know enough about it to know I love it. It's a place of sophistication and class. A city that never sleeps - not unlike Washington, D.C., my current place of residence.

It's the home of Broadway. And Off-Broadway, which has some good stuff as well. David Hasslehoff had a play here, you know. He's not in it anymore, I think. Even if he were, I wouldn't have the time.

But that's a different story. The current story is...well, New York rules.

Granted, I haven't spent my time in New York getting to experience the grandeur of the city. At least our trip to LA allowed for tanning time. Josh and I have been running around all day. And we're just getting back to the hotel now - and we're leaving tomorrow at eight in the morning.

Still, I stand by my New York rules stance.

"Next time we're all here, I think we should go sightseeing," I say as we step on the elevator.

"Sightseeing?" Josh returns slightly disdainfully as he hits the number of our floor. "We work for the White House. We're not tourists."

"Somehow, though, I feel like a tourist. I think that might have something to do with the fact that I don't live here."

The elevator stops at our floor and we get out.

"You know, I don't see why you need to carry the copies of the keycards," Josh says, changing the subject completely. "I mean, what's the purpose of that?"

"Did I miss the transition part of this conversation?"

"No."

"Just checking."

"Anyway, what do you have them for? It's nonsensical."

"It's in case people lose them, Josh."

Josh, thankfully, doesn't have a quip about the insanity of putting me in charge of looking after said keycards. He does have some common sense. Or fear of me. I'll accept either.

Leo's the one who gave me the extra keycards. Part of me wonders if he has an ulterior motive. I mean, his keycard is one of the ones I have a copy of. Or maybe I just have a weird mind. I haven't even seen Leo since he handed me the cards his morning - so I haven't been able to confirm or disclaim the thoughts that have been shifting though my mind.

"Well," he continues, "I don't see who *could* lose a keycard, outside of a complete moron."

"Plenty of people lose things, Josh. You misplace files all the time."

"That's your fault," he returns.

"It's not my fault when I put things plainly on your desk and you move them elsewhere without telling me. I'm not a psychic, you know," I declare.

"Well, I still choose to blame you."

We're standing outside his door now.

Josh takes out his wallet and stares into it. He shuffles around the money, starts taking out his credit cards.

Oh, I know where this is going.

"Donna," Josh says in a pleading voice. "Please don't make me say it."

"Oh, I think I will." I stare at him, waiting for him to admit I was right.

"Donna," he whines again. "I mean, I just left it in the room."

"Uh huh."

"I changed clothes."

"Uh huh."

"Losing *track* of something's exact location doesn't make me an idiot."

"Uh huh." I fish through my bag and find his key. I wave it in the air a little. "In this situation, I could say 'I told you so.' But, instead, I'll say, 'Ha, ha. I told you so.'"

"That's different because..."

"The 'ha ha' makes it more taunting."

I slip in the keycard and his his door for him. He does always get freaked by those things.

He takes a step in, then turns back to me. "You know, maybe I shouldn't trust you with a copy of my keycard. For all I know, you could try to molest me in my sleep."

"If I'm going to molest anyone, it won't be you." I don't say whom and, surprisingly, he doesn't ask.

"Donna," he says in mock hurt. "I'm offended."

"If it makes you feel better, I'm sure many women would molest you if they were in my circumstances."

I, though, would rather molest Leo.

"You always know how to make me feel better. Goodnight, Donna."

"Goodnight, Josh."

I enter my room, throw down my bag, and kick off my shoes. I change into a t-shirt and sweatpants. I watch some television. One of the stations is showing an infomercial. Did you know that there's a hair removal system called 'Aussie Nads'? There is a perverse humor in hearing a woman declare "I can't believe you went into the bathroom and naded yourself!"

I really hope these people get paid well.

New York still rules, but I'm a little troubled that I'm spending my New York time watching a woman use 'Aussie Nads' to get hair off her husband's back.

If I can't go out on the town, I might as well have some fun.

I grab my bag and leave the room. I look down the hallway to make sure nobody's coming as I pull out Leo's keycard.

I open his door and close it quietly behind me.

The room is dark, but I can tell he's there.

"Donna?" Leo's voice says softly. "Is that you?"

"Do you give your keycard to many strange women?"

"No. You're the only strange woman I've given my keycard to," he comments dryly.

"I'd hope so." I throw my bag on a chair in the corner.

I watch as his silhouetted body moves out of the bed and crosses to me. His breath is warm against my cheek and I find myself leaning towards him.

"It's okay that I'm here, right?" I ask him.

"I don't quite feel like complaining."

We're both speaking in hushed tones, as if we're afraid that someone would be alarmed by the sound of voices. But this is a hotel room, and we know we won't spend the whole time talking. This has to be quiet.

"I don't know if we should do this here," Leo says, even as he slides his hand up my back and pulls me closer to him. "Sam's next door."

"Toby is, too."

"Josh is across the hall."

"As is CJ."

"Maybe we shouldn't." He kisses me now. The man is full of contradictions.

"Methinks your protests aren't working on yourself," I say. I can see him smile slightly through the darkness. "We could always blast the television really loud."

"You don't think people are going to wonder why I've suddenly gone deaf?"

"Yeah, I guess that would draw attention," I concede.

"We shouldn't do this here."

"We could be quiet. We're being quiet right now. I mean, I know the activities aren't exactly the same..." My voice trails off and his mouth is on mine again.

His hands travel down my sweatpants, sliding them off my body. I step out of them and kick them to the side. I arch myself towards him as his mouth moves to my neck. I try not to make a sound as I feel his hands move up my shirt to touch my breasts.

His mouth moves away from my flesh so he can pull my shirt up over my head. I feel his hands travel across my skin, sending a jolt through my body.

He's only wearing an undershirt and boxers, and I take them both off. He doesn't protest until after we're both naked.

"We probably shouldn't," he says again.

"But we're going to."

"Yeah, I think so."

I gently nibble on a little patch of skin behind his ear, which, for some reason, drives him crazy. It's strange the things you can learn about a man's body when you've been together for even a little while.

He sits down on the bed and I straddle him. Leo's lips travel to my shoulder before moving lower. I raise myself off the bed a little to meet his mouth as it slides down to my chest. He has a way with his tongue - so to speak.

I consciously try to slow my breathing and keep from being too vocal. I'm surrounded by co-workers, after all. Leo's probably right. We probably shouldn't be doing this here.

"Donna," Leo says huskily as his mouth parts from my chest.

I slide my body back down, brushing my sex against his in the movement.

He groans softly and I silence him with my lips against his. It's a long moment before I break the kiss. I move forward a little, urging him to move backwards on the bed a little. I hear the bed squeak a little under the shifting weights of our bodies.

I smile a little at the thought of Sam knocking on Leo's door to inquire as to why his bed is making noise.

"We shouldn't do this here," I say.

"That sounds familiar," he breathes softly.

"I've a very good listener."

He kisses me again as he slides himself into me. I grab onto his shoulders as he moves his hands to my backside. We begin to rock our bodies together, moving slowly as we pay attention to keeping as quiet as possible.

We press our mouths together, trying to muffle our noises. Our rhythm quickens as his hand slides in between us, coaxing me to release.

I bury my face into his neck and grab tighter onto him as I let go. I still feel his fingers moving against me as I continue to move with him.

When my breathing steadies, I move my head away from his neck, letting our eyes meet. It just takes a few more thrusts for him to join me, one hand clutching onto my back, one hand clutching onto my thigh, and his mouth pressing against my cheek.

His breathing slows steadily as he kisses my cheek, then my jawline and chin.

"Well, I think we should've done this," I say.

"I can see your point," Leo says softly.

Leo kisses my lips now, letting his tongue slide against mine.

New York rules. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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"Donna!" Josh knocks on his assistant's door impatiently. "Donnatella Moss!"

CJ emerges from her room to see Josh in pajama bottoms and a T-shirt, clutching a bucket of ice.

"Josh! What do you think you're doing?"

"I went to get ice and I forgot to bring my keycard with me. Donna has the other one. And either she's IGNORING ME or she just disappeared into the night."

"I don't think she's ignoring you. You're not easy to ignore, sadly enough."

"Well, then where'd she go?"

CJ has a theory and/or educated guess - but she assumes that telling Josh that she believes Donna is in Leo's room would only end in Josh yelling or calling her crazy. "She just probably went out walking or something. Maybe she went to get a drink."

"Well, she shouldn't be allowed to leave the hotel if she has the extra key."

"Well, if you can't manage to remember a keycard, you shouldn't be allowed to leave your apartment."

"Do you always have to have an answer for everything?"

"If I didn't, how would *you* know anything?" She steps back a little into her room. "You want to come in and wait for Donna to get back?"

"Okay. But if she's not back in half-an-hour, I'mlingling the President and having him send out the FBI."

"I'm sure she'll be back," she replies as she shuts her door behind him. Donna is probably very close, CJ thinks to herself. "Hey," she says with a nod to Josh's ice bucket. "What do you need all that ice for, anyway?"

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"You know, this is the first time we've...been together somewhere other than your bed," I say as I slide my hand against his abdomen.

"I noticed," he replies as he places his hand over mine.

"Just a nice change of pace," I whisper.

"Donna! Donnatella Moss!" I hear Josh's voice yell.

I sit up in the bed at the mention of my name.

"What the hell is he doing?" Leo asks.

"Well, I don't know," I say. I slide out of bed and walk to the door, pressing my ear against it. I hear him and CJ talking. Sometimes I'm surprised that Josh can manage to do anything on his own.

CJ offers to let Josh hang around in her room for a while, and he seems to take her up on her offer. Thank God for CJ, or else we'd really be painted into a corner.

"You're not going to believe it," I say as I start to put my clothes back on.

"What?" he asks, sounding a little alarmed.

"Josh locked himself out of his room. He was looking for me to give him the extra key. I have to go or he'll go insane wondering what the hell is going on." After I'm dressed, I grab my bag off the chair.

I cross back to the bed and kiss him.

"I'll see you in the morning," I say softly.

I kiss him again.

"Goodnight."

He pulls me back towards him one last time.

I've decided that Leo rules just as much, if not more, than New York.

I peek my head out of Leo's room to make sure that no one is out there. The coast is clear. Thank God. I, unlike some bosses who shall go unnamed, have managed to remember to bring my keycard with me when I left my room. I still can't believe I can be considered the flaky one when compared to Josh.

I go into my room and close the door loudly behind me, hoping to attract Josh's attention.

Sure enough, I hear a knocking on my door.

"Donna? You in now?"

I open my door. "Sure am, Josh. What do you need?" I say, trying to sound as if I don't know anything.

"I need the copy of my keycard. I left mine in my room."

"Again," I remind him. "You know, I don't think that I could possibly say 'ha ha' enough."

"Just give me the card," he says, sounding a tad impatient.

"You don't have to punish me for your behavior." I get his card and give it to him. "You need me to open the door for you?"

He shakes his head. "I'm getting better with it," he claims. "Where were you, by the way?"

"I just went out walking," I answer quickly.

"You really shouldn't do that late at night."

"Josh, it's fine. New York is much safer. Or so I've read."

"I'm not going to have to listen to statistics, am I?"

"Not right now," I reply. "Just go back to your room, Josh."

I close the door behind me. I lay down bed and think of how Leo is right across the hall.

I've also decided that hotels rule.

THE END