Title: Beneficial Bedfellows
Author: Maeve (docfraiser8@hotmail.com)
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: Toby/Donna
Rating: NC17 mild
Notes: This is written as a post-ep to ItSo2G, parts one and two.

She makes a point not to touch him, not to reach for him when he clutches himself to one side of the bed. His shoulder hard pressed into the now familiar mattress. She turns on her side, defying his call for loneliness, letting her fingers lift to sift into the curls that trace onto the top of his neck. His shoulders shift, tighten and arch and she presses her palm to his neck.

“I’m here.” her words aren’t really that necessary. He knows exactly where she is although she’s not sure of where they stand. He asked her to come - rather come home with him. She hadn’t the constitution to tell him no.

“Toby.”

He lays flat to his back and Donna shifts, allowing his arm room to press against her, his hands fidgeting along his chest and stomach. She doesn’t like it when he touches his chest that way. It worries her.

He doesn’t speak to her and she wonders if he really is more comfortable not talking about an injured friend, a Presidency in jeapardy, his emotions tangled. And then she wonders if this is just another form of self destruction.

She doesn’t really wonder.

She knows.

Her hands slide against him, letting him lie still as she touches his skin. He shivers and she tries not to wonder why. Her hands slide low and he doesn’t say a word, his body complying with her careful but forceful fingers. He lets her touch and stroke him, his fingertips digging against her shoulder as he stares to the ceiling.

Her touches quicken and he can feel something of lust pooling in his stomach, draining itself into the worry he’s been swallowing down. He recognizes her fingertips, the smell of her hair, the warmth of her skin.

He watches shadows dance against the ceiling as he reaches an orgasm. Her hands smooth his pelvis. His face crushes into his pillow. And she decides silence is no longer a beneficial bedfellow.

She leaves an hour later, thinking he’s asleep.

He watches her slip through the door.

Get yourself free