Smut ahoy!
Mar. 27th, 2006 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caz963This is my last but one fic rec in the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van, and giving the extremely squee-y nature of last night's trailer, my mind has leapt straight into the gutter and I began casting around for some smut to recommend!
Yana writes some of the best Josh & Donna smut around, and this one, Negative Ions is one of the best. But it's more than just great smut - the dialogue is excellent and there's an emotional depth there too which cranks up the angst-o-meter.
This fic dates from 2002, and our heroes find themselves (for some reason) in Niagra Falls on their way back to DC. Donna wants to go sightseeing and is her chirpy, chatty self, whilst all Josh wants to do is get to the hotel, put his feet up with a beer and watch tv! She manages to drag him out nonetheless, although he's hardly a bundle of fun (a touch of Deputy Downer, methinks!) and Donna nonetheless manages not to let him kill her mood.
But when they get back, she starts to get a bit maudlin - and faced with this side of Donna, Josh doesn't know what to do, or how to help (although he does manage to figure it out eventually! *g*)
The earlier part of the fic is mainly dialogue - which is superb, and as I've said the smut is teriffic. But what makes this fic stand out, for me, is the emotional depth as well - Donna's thoughts about her loneliness, and then her giving in to something she wants so badly but fearing it's a pity thing are quite touching -
She felt herself clench and her head fell back. A brief cry escaped her and she tried to swallow it back, sucking in air as she did. She kept her gaze trained up at the place where the ceiling met the wall and panted, trying to get herself back under control as quickly as possible.
She realised that she hadn’t lost herself in a fantasy. While she was physically relieved, she hadn’t released her emotions. Nothing had changed. The feelings that she’d been trying to ignore that day, the ones that had worked her into a blue funk that night, the ones she’d been trying to forget when she’d stretched her neck and arched her back for Josh, were still twisting at her insides.
Regret. Loneliness. Other things she didn’t care to name.
Gotta love the angsty sex - especially when it turns out OK in the end!
crack_van, and giving the extremely squee-y nature of last night's trailer, my mind has leapt straight into the gutter and I began casting around for some smut to recommend!Yana writes some of the best Josh & Donna smut around, and this one, Negative Ions is one of the best. But it's more than just great smut - the dialogue is excellent and there's an emotional depth there too which cranks up the angst-o-meter.
This fic dates from 2002, and our heroes find themselves (for some reason) in Niagra Falls on their way back to DC. Donna wants to go sightseeing and is her chirpy, chatty self, whilst all Josh wants to do is get to the hotel, put his feet up with a beer and watch tv! She manages to drag him out nonetheless, although he's hardly a bundle of fun (a touch of Deputy Downer, methinks!) and Donna nonetheless manages not to let him kill her mood.
But when they get back, she starts to get a bit maudlin - and faced with this side of Donna, Josh doesn't know what to do, or how to help (although he does manage to figure it out eventually! *g*)
The earlier part of the fic is mainly dialogue - which is superb, and as I've said the smut is teriffic. But what makes this fic stand out, for me, is the emotional depth as well - Donna's thoughts about her loneliness, and then her giving in to something she wants so badly but fearing it's a pity thing are quite touching -
She felt herself clench and her head fell back. A brief cry escaped her and she tried to swallow it back, sucking in air as she did. She kept her gaze trained up at the place where the ceiling met the wall and panted, trying to get herself back under control as quickly as possible.
She realised that she hadn’t lost herself in a fantasy. While she was physically relieved, she hadn’t released her emotions. Nothing had changed. The feelings that she’d been trying to ignore that day, the ones that had worked her into a blue funk that night, the ones she’d been trying to forget when she’d stretched her neck and arched her back for Josh, were still twisting at her insides.
Regret. Loneliness. Other things she didn’t care to name.
Gotta love the angsty sex - especially when it turns out OK in the end!
