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Sloan took her seat and Don exited the conference room. He stood in the hall, looking through the glass at her for a minute, just watching. She gave him a small smile and then turned her attention to Mackenzie, who was asking questions and giving people instructions. Eventually they had the run-down set and everyone gathered their things and prepared to get to other tasks. Tess and Jenna and Tamara all called, "Congrats again!" to Sloan, who said, "Thanks, ladies" after them. Mackenzie looked at Sloan and said, "Come with me."
Sloan grinned as she followed Mac to her office. Mackenzie went in first, walked around to her desk chair, and sat down. Sloan took the seat opposite her, and looked at Mac expectantly. "I need details. Spill it. Now, Sloan! Don't make me beg!" Mackenzie said as she clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture.
"He texted me an address I didn't know and told me to meet him there. I did, and it was an empty but very amazing apartment. I looked around and he followed me, and when I was in the gigantic walk-in closet, he suggested we buy the place and live there together. I told him I wouldn't live with him unless I heard the words 'Will you marry me.' And then I did. He said them, and when I walked out of the closet, he was on his knee and holding up the ring." Sloan said. "And then he said that I'm all he thinks about, and he wants to come home to me every night, and he wants to grow old with me… It was about the sweetest thing I'd ever heard." she went on.
"Ohhhhh… Sloan. That might be the cutest proposal I've ever heard of. What happened after that?" Mackenzie was teary-eyed as she asked.
"I started to cry, I said yes, and then I gave him a mind-melting blow job in the master bedroom." Sloan said and raised an eyebrow at her best friend.
Mackenzie's mouth hung open for several seconds and she didn't blink. Sloan snorted with laughter. "Well, you didn't think I'd accept his proposal and this stunning ring and not THANK him, did you? I was ready to let him fuck me on the hardwood floor, but I decided I could wait." Sloan stood up. "Is that enough detail for you, Kenzie?"
Mac looked up at her friend. "Don is a lucky man," she said, and laughed. "Go on, go get your copy ready for our economics debate of the night."
After NewsNight and Right Now the staffs of both shows, plus Charlie, met at Hang Chew's for celebratory drinks and food. When Will walked in, he said, "Tonight's on me and Mac. Everybody, get whatever the hell you want." Everyone cheered and Will asked people to gather a bit closer around the happy couple. "I'd like to make a toast. To Sloan and Don- may you always be as happy as Mac and I are, and congrats on getting your shit together in a year and not six!" Everyone laughed and raised their glasses and yelled, "To Sloan and Don!" and then went back to their happy chatter. Mackenzie walked over and handed Will a glass of Jameson. She clinked her glass to his, and said, "That was sweet. You're mellowing."
Will bent his head to kiss her cheek. "I have you to thank for that, my dear."
They glanced over and saw Don and Sloan standing together, his hand on her hip, her hand wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair. She inclined her face up and he dipped his mouth down to give her a tantalizing kiss. Mac's heart skipped a beat. She was so happy for them. She leaned back against Will and murmured, "You know what Sloan told me?" When Will said, "Hmmm?" in her ear, she said, "You know what? I'll show you what she did once we get home." Mac turned to look at him over her shoulder and Will's eyebrows went up into his hair. She laughed, loudly. "You'll like it. Trust me. I'm sure Don did."
Sloan was drunk. Drunker than she'd been in a long time. People kept handing her glasses of good wine and she kept consuming them. She got ENGAGED today. Plus, the booze was on Will. After a while, though, she was starting to get a headache and and the buzz was beginning to wear off. Don came over from talking to Neal and said, "Babe, you haven't eaten anything, and you're going to feel pretty badly tomorrow if we don't get some food and water into you soon." He got Sloan a glass of water and told her he was going to grab their coats. He walked over to where they'd left them, and Sloan saw him talking to Charlie and Will. Charlie gave him a hug and Will shook his hand and clapped him on the back. Then he walked back to Sloan, who was giggling into her glass of water. Don said, "We're leaving as soon as you finish that water. We'll go to the diner, OK? Get some waffles into you?"
Sloan took several long gulps of her water, then said, "I'd rather you get your dick into me." Then she laughed until she snorted. Don shook his head. Drunk Sloan was pretty funny.
He took a deep breath and said, "Patience. First we eat and sober you up. Then, when we get back to your place, I'll fuck you silly." Sloan doubled over and shrieked with laughter, and Don said, "I really hope that isn't you making fun of my sexual prowess," as he steered her toward the door. "If it is, this engagement is over!" he said in a mock-serious tone.
Once they got outside to the fresh, cold air, Sloan turned to Don. "You did know I was kidding, right?" she asked. "I mean, you're amazing in bed. You know that, right?"
Don laughed. "Yeah, I'm a sex machine. Come on, let's go eat."
They walked the four blocks to the diner they frequented, the one they had eaten in on Election Night 2012, where he'd kissed her and she'd told him she wanted to be his girlfriend. They went inside and sat at the very same booth. Sloan slid into her side, Don into his. They asked if Chloe was working, and the hostess who brought them their menus said she'd send her over.
"I'm getting my usual," Sloan said. And coffee. And water. Lots of water. Ow, my head hurts."
"Well, the next time you plan to drink that much, make sure you're having water, too" Don said as he shook his head at her.
Chloe walked over with her notepad and said, "Hey! How are you guys?"
Sloan held up her hand and said, "We're engaged. That's how we are, Chloe!"
"Oh my gosh, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you! You're my favorite regulars!" Chloe said, and she bent to hug each of them in turn. "Seriously, this is just the greatest!" she said in a way that only a 20 year old can. Her enthusiasm made Sloan get teary-eyed.
"OK, Chloe. We need waters, and coffee. Sloan wants waffles, go figure, and I would like a Western omelette, bacon, and rye toast. Oh, and we need a double-order of home fries." Chloe nodded at Don, took their menus, and walked back to the kitchen.
"Here, you're going to need these," Don said, and handed Sloan 4 ibuprofens. Sloan popped them in her mouth and swallowed them down. "Don't you need water to swallow pills?" he asked her. She smiled and said, "Um, no, I can swallow just fine," and gave him a wink.
Don shook his head. "You have no idea what I'm going to do to you when we get home, do you?"
After cleaning their plates Don helped Sloan into a cab that took them to her apartment. "I'll be sad to leave this place," she said, "But I'll be happier to move into OUR place."
Don finished hanging up their coats on the coat rack and tossed his keys onto the table. He walked to her and said, "So, what do you want to do now?"
She put her arms around his neck and said, "I believe you promised me something earlier?"
He started by wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her with fervor that made her gasp for air. "Oh my God," she gasped "Do that again."
Don kissed her until she couldn't breathe. When she finally broke the kiss, he moved on to kissing down her neck and nipping the tender skin at her collarbone. There was going to be a bruise there tomorrow, she thought, but she didn't care. Sloan threw her head back and Don slid his hands under her sweater. "Don… I need to sit down," she said.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He placed her gently on the edge of the bed so her feet were on the floor. He knelt between her knees and lifted her sweater. He seared kisses into her stomach and she reached down and grabbed the sweater's hem. She pulled it up and over her head, then laid back onto the bed as Don made his way up to her breasts.
He unclasped her bra and it fell open on either side of her. "You are so beautiful," he said as he cupped her right breast and started sucking the nipple and areola into his mouth. He sucked hard and Sloan grabbed his neck. "Please don't make me wait too long," she said. "I've needed this since this afternoon." she moaned.
Don paid some attention to her left breast before moving down her abdomen. When he got to the lacy waistband of her panties, she lifted her hips off of the mattress so he could slide them down. He kissed the crease between her torso and leg, then moved to nipping the inside of her left thigh. He brushed the sensitive skin with the stubble on his cheeks and moved his hands up to her hips.
"Don," Sloan whimpered. "Please."
"So the smartest women have the least patience, is that how it is? Is it because they know exactly what they want?" Don asked, eyebrows raised and a smile on his lips. He used his fingertips to spread her open and lowered his face to tongue her clit. The response was immediate. Sloan grabbed the back of his head and raised her hips simultaneously. Then she sighed raggedly and fell back to the bed.
"Oh, was that what you wanted?" Don asked, as he slid a finger into her, then a second, and curved them up slightly. He hit her g-spot and when she wailed his name he went back to furiously licking and sucking on her clit while sliding his fingers in and out of her. Sloan dug her fingers into the back of his head and lifted herself up to meet his hand with each thrust. When the orgasm finally overtook her, she screamed his name so loudly he was sure the neighbors had been woken up. When Don raised himself up on his elbow and leaned over her, she had the satisfied smile of a woman who had been well and truly fucked.
"Oh, babe…" she said when she opened her eyes and saw him smiling down at her. "You are amazing. I love you."
"I love you, too." he replied. "So… he said, and leaned down to kiss her. Sloan could still taste herself on him, and it was a huge turn-on. "Are you ready for Part 2?" he asked.
"Mmmmm… Sloan said, as her tongue danced across his lower lip and their kiss deepened. "Yes, please."
Don stood up and pulled off his shirt, pants and boxers. Sloan scooted up onto the bed and Don came to kneel over her. Sloan sat up and said, "Lie down."
Don complied. Sloan bent to catch him in a bruising kiss. As he reached up to play with her breasts, she reached behind her and grabbed his rapidly hardening cock. When she touched him, Don immediately groaned. Sloan got up on her knees and moved to sit by his right hip. She bent over him and took his dick in her mouth while pumping it slowly with her left hand. When she was happy with the result, she wasted no time and swung her left leg over him and slid down onto his cock to the hilt. Don sighed, "You feel so good, babe."
His hands went to her hips and he tried to regulate their rhythm, but Sloan pushed his shoulders back and said, "Let me." She lifted herself slowly up and slid slowly back down on him. "Slow and steady, babe," she said. As Sloan rose and fell on him he brought his hand up to play with her clit. "Not yet" she said. She continued to move on him, increasing her pace slightly, and Don grabbed her by the hips and helped to move her faster.
After a few minutes, he said "Babe, I'm so close," and he pressed his thumb to her swollen clit. He stroked it and matched his strumming of her to Sloan's pace as she moved on top of him. She leaned forward to put her hands on the bed, just above his shoulders, and shifted her left leg from outside of his right leg to between his two legs, changing the angle and intensity of the thrusts. She ground her clit into his pubic bone and he sucked hard on her right breast. The new angle allowed him to thrust deeper and Sloan couldn't take much more. When she shrieked, "Don" and he felt her muscles clench around him, he gripped her hips, slammed up one last time, and spilled into her.
Sloan collapsed on top of Don, gasping his name. When her breathing slowed, she slid off of him and moved to cuddle up against his side, her left leg thrown over his. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them, and they snuggled up together. As Don drifted off to sleep, he heard Sloan murmur, "You are brilliant." Then, she too, was asleep.
When Don woke up the next morning, Sloan was absent from her side of the bed. He stretched out and enjoyed the fact that he was awake but not yet out of bed, but when he looked at the clock and saw that it was already 8:15, he figured he should probably get up and see where his fiancee had gone to.
He found her sitting at her dining room table, eating french toast, drinking coffee and reading the news off her tablet. She smiled when she saw him in the doorway in his boxers, hair a mess and shirtless. "Hi sexy," she said as he walked to the table and bent down to kiss her. "Your breakfast is keeping warm in the oven. Go grab some and come sit with me."
Don went in the oven and retrieved his plate. On it were 2 slices of Sloan's homemade stuffed french toast and sausage links. He set it on the counter, poured himself some coffee, and carried his mug and plate to the table. "How long have you been up for," he asked her as he started to tuck into his plate.
"I was up around 7:00. I took a shower, straightened up, and made breakfast. You looked so peaceful I let you be." she said and smiled. "I also called my parents."
Don looked up from his plate. "Oh, yeah? What did they have to say?"
Sloan grinned. "They're thrilled, of course! They love you, you know that. Anyway, my mom immediately asked me what we were planning, but I told her I didn't know yet. That response isn't going to hold her for long. We need to set a date and start figuring things out soon." She twisted her mouth into her 'I'm thinking' face and asked, "Is there a time of year you don't want to get married? Like I don't want to get married in the heat of the summer."
Don munched his french toast and said, "Not the winter, either. I know it suits Will and Mac to get married in the middle of winter, but not me. What about late Spring? May or June?
"That could work," Sloan agreed. "What about a Saturday or Sunday in May? Maybe not as late as Memorial Day weekend, but right before? It'll be enough after Kenzie and Will's, and before it gets really hot." She touched the calendar icon on her tablet's home screen and said, "How about May 24th or 25th?"
Don scratched his chin and said, "That sounds good. That'll give us enough time to plan it, but we won't have to wait around a year or more for it to happen!"
"I agree. I won't be able to wait. OK, done, May 24th or 25th it is. Wow, that was easy. I hope all of our married decisions are that smooth!" she said, and her eyes sparkled with the relief of one decision being made.
"Who do you want to be your groomsmen?" she went on asking, while Don mopped up syrup with the remaining pieces of his french toast.
"I dunno… Will, Charlie, Elliot… I suppose my brother, too. What about you? Who will your ladies in waiting be?" he said and laughed.
"Kenzie will be my matron of honor, of course," she said. "Maggie, maybe? Taylor? I don't know, I don't have a ton of female friends. I was thinking just Kenzie, actually."
"Is there a way I can include all four of the men if you only have one girl?"
"I guess it'll depend," she answered. We don't have to decide anything today. Just start thinking about it, OK?" she said. "Now why don't you go take a shower while I clean up these dishes? We don't want to be late to work on our first day as an engaged couple. People will talk." she said, wagging her finger at Don in a playful way.
"I think they already are, babe," he said as he practically ran to the bedroom to avoid being hit by the coaster she threw at him.