Fandom/Pairing: TWW, Josh/Donna (although, really, it’s more Josh&Donna)
Rating: PG. barely.
Summary: Not really the relaxing bath he had in mind. Written for the 2006 Bubbleficathon.
Distribution: Will live at The Long Soak and my site. Do not archive.
Author’s Notes: My MUCH-delayed bubblefic for caz963, who wanted Josh/Donna. I apologize profusely for its lateness, its lameness, and its brevity. Apparently since the show went off the air I lost any ability I ever had to create Sorkinspeak, so I’ve been struggling with it for months. Thanks to kiss_me_cassie and vivwiley for the nagging encouragement. 
And thanks, as always, to thestickywicket for the quick and dirty beta.
“Josh?”
At the sound of Donna’s voice, Josh looked frantically around the bathroom–for what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe an escape hatch, a gantry crane, or a time machine. Any of those would work fine.
“Josh, are you okay in there?”
Josh reminded himself that ignoring Donna would just make her suspicious. He called out that he was fine and winced when he heard the obvious panic in his voice. He hoped that maybe Donna wouldn’t notice it.
“Are you sure? You sound kind of weird.”
“No I don’t!”
“Yes, you do. Do you need me to come help–”
“NO!” he yelped, watching in fear as the doorknob rattled. But she seemed to change her mind and the door stayed shut.
“Well, okay.”
He counted to 30, figuring that would give her enough time to go back to whatever she’d been doing. Then he braced his hands on the sides of the tub and tried again to push himself out of it, ignoring the pressure on his chest and the way his arms shook. Or, he tried to, anyway.
“It’ll be relaxing, Josh,” he muttered to himself, pitching his voice higher. “A nice relaxing bath where you don’t have to worry about anything. Except maybe HOW TO GET OUT OF THE TUB!”
It’s possible he’d said that last part kind of loud. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d yelled it, and his suspicions were confirmed when Donna burst through the door five seconds later.
“JOSH! Are you–”
Josh let go of the sides of the tub quickly to cover himself, which of course meant that he lost his balance and fell backwards, water sloshing over the sides of the tub and all over the floor.
“Well,” he sighed. “This couldn’t possibly get more humiliating.”
When he noticed that Donna was trying not to laugh at him and his naked body, he revised that observation.
“Josh, let me help you.”
“Umm, no. I can do it myself.”
Donna snorted at this. “I really don’t think you can. You’ve lost upper body strength, it’s understandable. Just let me give you a hand and we’ll get you out.”
He just stared at her, mortified.
“Seriously, Josh, let’s go.” Now she was getting annoyed, he could tell. “I promise your virtue will remin intact.” She crouched down and put her hands under his arms, lifting gently. Josh couldn’t help but notice that she was very thoughtfully looking at the wall over his shoulder, so he gave up. Between the two of them, they managed to get him standing upright, and Donna continued looking conspicuously at the wall. She handed him a towel and he noticed that she looked a little flushed as she walked out, calling, “I’ll just give you some privacy now!” before she practically sprinted out the door.
He toweled himself off and put on his sweats. As he was leaning over to let the water out of the tub, he glanced at the wall where Donna had been staring a few moments before–the wall with a mirror on it. And as he stood he realized it wasn’t that she was trying to be considerate of his nudity.
She’d had a perfect view of his naked ass the entire time.
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