Reminisce
Rating: PG
Pairing: Amy/Donna
Spoilers:
Word Count: 484
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: For the LiveJournal AmyDonna “I loved you on that day” challenge.
“Do you remember Election Night?”
The question takes even Amy by surprise, even though she’s the one who asked it. For a long moment, the only sound down the trans-Atlantic phone line is the hum of a bad line, and Amy’s palms grow damp.
Then Donna speaks, and the words make Amy swallow hard. “I remember,” she says, her throat hoarse, and Amy knows that her voice sounds like that because of the phone line, because Donna’s still in hospital, on who knows what kind of painkillers and drugs, and she’s speaking quietly in case Josh or anyone else overhears.
Her voice isn’t hoarse with passion for Amy; it hasn’t been for a long time.
“You were wearing this little red dress,” Donna continues. “Collecting money from everyone in sight… and you looked so amazing.”
Amy closes her eyes, because those were the exact words that Donna whispered to her that night, pushing her up against the closed door of Josh’s office, fitting her lips to Amy’s neck as the party went on outside. Amy had known it was a bad idea, because they shouldn’t do these things where they could be discovered, but she was light-headed on champagne and Donna, and besides, Donna looked damn good too that night.
“So did you,” she says, and she knows exactly why her voice sounds so hoarse.
Donna chuckles, a little ruefully Amy thinks. “I don’t know about that,” she says.
“I do.” Amy’s voice is firm, and she couldn’t stop the words spilling forth from her lips if she tried. She’s not even that sure that she wants to stop them, because she’s tired. Tired of missing Donna, tired of worrying about Donna, tired of telling herself it was only a fling.
Besides, Donna almost died, and in those few terrible hours when she didn’t know her fate, Amy prayed to a God she wasn’t sure she believed in, swore that if she ever got the chance, she’d tell Donna how she felt.
“You let me into Josh’s office to get my coat,” she tells her. “And you were telling me all about your ballot and how you stood outside for hours to swap votes because yours was going to be counted for President Bartlet… and I couldn’t stop looking at your smile and your eyes and the way you moved… and when you kissed me… that’s when I knew.”
There’s a long pause, and when Donna speaks, she’s short of breath. “Knew what?”
“I loved you on that day.” The words come with no hesitation, right from the heart. “And I still do.”
There’s a long pause before Donna speaks again. “I love you too.”
Shiny pearls of hope spill down Amy’s cheeks, and she draws in a shuddering breath. “When you come home-” she begins, but Donna cuts her off with words that are music to Amy’s ears.
“I’m coming home to you.”