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Yearning for Our Unicity	By : LuluDreams Category: S through Z > YOU Views: 64 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: all characters belong just and only to the marvelous Caroline Kepnes, Netflix etc, I just own my sick ideas, lol

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Summary:
“Either we spend two evenings together… or we’re gonna spend none.”
Notes:
Prompt: Double or nothing?
Setting: between episode 5x3 after the book estate and 5x4, right before the Inauguration
Also contains real speeches from 5x3
p.s. I won’t say that I rewatched both episodes to see if what I had in mind could fit (and yeaaah, it perfectly did, ahaha)

Can’t feel like a date

Joe’s POV

Bronte brings the last box of books to the open trunk of my car and we’re ready to go.

Or apparently not.

“You can, uh, like, GPS yourself back to Mooney's, right?” She asks you, sort of nervously.

You frown at her.

“You want me to leave you here?”

“It's later than I thought and I have that thing. It's only ten blocks away.”

What’s all this mystery now?

“It's ten blocks. Let me drive you, please. “ You insist.

“I... I wouldn't be caught dead showing up to a dirtbag, literary salon in a car, let alone your car.”

"Dirtbag, literary salon?" You repeat, amused and intrigued.

“Uh, yes. We do it monthly. It's like we get together, read stuff we're working on. It's loftier than an open mic, but hornier than an author's reading. Plus drսg, I don't think it would be your scene.”

Looks like she’s doing anything to keep you far from following her, but she just doesn’t know how stubborn you can be.

“At least let me walk you.”

She smiles.

You won.

“ All right... Prince Chivalry.” She gives in, playfully pulling the collar of your jacket.

And what was that? Probably the most intimate gesture you received within the whole day.

“Just looking out for my employee.” You feel the need to clarify.

Because this can’t feel like a date, in any possible way.

“Mm-Mm.” She replies, condescending.

My employee.

That possessive adjective gives you a warm sense of protection and that’s exactly what you feel towards her.
Nothing else.

“You can come with me, on one condition.” She points out.

How intrigued are you now?

“Such as?”

“Double or nothing?” She suggests.

“Huh?”

“Either we spend two evenings together… or we’re gonna spend none.” She explains. “You know, just to strengthen the Boss/Employee bond.”

See? There’s no danger in that, you and her are seeing the situation in the same way: it can’t feel like a date.
And it’s going to happen twice.

“Deal.”

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So last night turned out to be a complete disaster, a merciless slaughter of your dignity as a writer, Bronte, but I came back home with an epiphany: it’s you.

It has been you all this time, the girl who could really be the one.

If only I hadn’t to try anything to keep my marriage alive, to be a loyal husband, to be the flawless father Henry deserves.

Which means that I can long for you as much as I please, but only in my mind, or in my typewritten stories.

And you’re such a Muse, Bronte, I haven’t been feeling so inspired for ages.

I can face this, I can be close to you, without losing myself.

And now I have to pick you up to bring you to our second not-a-date.

And, to be honest, I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end this pretty busy day.

It started so good, because I saw you and not only you reassured me about our situation, but even if unawarely you gave me a huge help with my… delicate situation in the basement.

Then I had the umpteenth heartbreaking argument with my wife, who couldn’t make me feel more despised than she had.

Least, but not the last, I fought, knocked down and trapped Satan itself in the basement.

But among all this stuff I managed to set our second evening together.

Not in the romantic way I wish, but still.

At least it’s not a long ride, since you are in the apartment.

I’ve convinced you to take a small break, as I dealt with Reagan and Maddie.

I knock at the door and you open immediately.

“Time to go back to work?” You ask.

“We’re closing, Bronte, no more preparation for tomorrow’s inauguration for today.” I reply.

“But.. what? Already? Why?”

“Don’t you remember the ‘double or nothing’ issue?”

You seem to brighten up.

“Ohhh, is it happening now?”

“Yep, but we must hurry up if we want to be there by sunset.”

“Waaaah, Mr. Rush! At least give me the time to change; in case you didn’t notice, I’m wearing a stay-at-home outfit!”

Oh, you’re right. I can’t expect you to go outside with that tank top and those shorts as big as a stamp… oh, my god, you’re so sexy I could explode!

“Yeah right. Go change, then.”

“Just.. how? I don’t even know what you’re planning.” You bite your lower lip nervously and you’re even more adorable.

“Well, if this is what you fear, don’t worry, I'm not taking you to a dinner with the Prince of …”

"Denmark!" You finish the sentence for me and we both giggle.

“The black skirt and the cardigan with horizontal stripes you had this morning or the bordeaux dress you had yesterday will be perfect.” I advise you. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Not before a quick pitstop at Mooney’s bedroom… for reasons!
Oh my God, Bronte, those shorts of yours will dominate my dreams.

Oh shit, this made me recall that before I proved to you that I perfectly recall in detail the way you dress… does it make me pathetic to your eyes?

And when you reach me in the car, I saw you chose my second suggestion and I love it.

“At least this is a place you shouldn’t be ashamed to reach with a car.” I tease you a little bit.

“But where are we headed to?”

“This is a surprise.” I wink, setting the car in motion.

We don’t lack topics of conversation as I drive until 72nd Street and 5th Avenue, then I park.

“We’ll have to proceed on foot from here.” I explain.

“Joe, are we… going to Central Park?” You grin.

“Yes and no, you’ll see.”

And once we reach the Loe Boathouse and they take us to the boat I’ve booked, you see it for real.

“Oh my god, Joe, it’s sooooo exciting, I’ve never been on a boat before!”

It’s just what I wished you would say.

Although this is your first time, you reach your seat on the boat with great ease.
While about me, between all the trips with the Quinns or the Lockwoods, I’m trained enough.

That’s why I have no trouble leaving the spot where our boat was moored.

The excitement I keep seeing in your eyes already tells me I made a good choice.

“All this green landscape that surrounds us, but you can also see the skyline from afar… this is so beautiful!” You sigh happily, but don’t think I didn’t notice that sad smile on your face.

“But?”

“But.. it’s way too romantic and we shouldn’t… all the speeches we had this morning, Joe, you know that...”

You are fighting with the words.

Let me help you.

“I know what you’re thinking, and I know this may seem like a romantic date, but, trust me, it’s more like ..a little life lesson.”

Saying so, I make the boat cross the bridge.
That’s exactly the spot I aimed to reach.
Isolated enough not to hit other boats and not too far from the shore to come back in time

I stop paddling and just let the boat gently float.

“Why did you stop?” You frown.

“Let’s switch seats.”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“Do as I told you, trust me.”

And you do.

“But I told you I’ve never been on a boat before…” you protest.

“That’s exactly the point, Bronte. This is a metaphor. I remember how upset you were yesterday, after the … err , literary salon.”

“Okay, but what’s the matter with the boat?”

“Let’s pretend I can’t paddle anymore and now it’s up to you. You can try and maybe get wrong and overturn the boat… in case, I’m up for a nice swim!” I shrug, making you smile.

“Or you can do it extremely well and bring us to the shore.”

“But what if I overturn the boat?”

“It will teach you not to make the same mistake next time; but at least you’ll do something. If you don’t do anything, we’ll be stuck here forever … if forever means one hour!” I make you laugh.

“Oh! I got what you mean… paddling is my writing, the boat is my dream as a writer!”

“I knew you were smart.” I smile at you. “The writing you showed me today was awesome, but you were doing it privately. You need to aim at a larger public again, promise me you will.”

You nod, with new hope filling your mesmerizing eyes.

“Thank you, Joe.”

And then there’s that awkward moment between us, when probably both of us would want to do the same thing, utterly aware that we can’t.

And the breathtaking sunset isn’t helping at all.

“So… did this serve to explain your metaphor or do I really have to try to paddle?”

“Only if you’re up to try.”

And you are, but after ten minutes the boat keeps going round in circles and I’m getting sea-sickness, even if we’re on a lake.

“Well, I guess I’m not ready for that yet… only paddling, I mean!” You chuckle, embarrassed.

And so, so cute.

We switch seats again and I grab the paddles.

“Maybe I can give you some lessons, sometimes.” I offer, as I turn the boat in the right direction.

“As a good friend… right?”

Well, Bronte, more like a good friend who would want to have sex with you right now on this boat, but… yeah, as a good friend.

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THE END
Notes:
What can I say?
I really loved writing this shot, because it allowed me to use both Joe’s POVs, before and after Bronte becomes his ‘YOU’ and it was so challenging, I hope I did a good job.
Besides, I could totally picture Joe doing something like this to help Bronte, season 4 didn’t show us much of that, but I’m sure that, save for when he was DISSOCIATING! (lol) , he must have been a good and caring professor, helping his students when they had some trouble.

about the breathtaking location, here we go, awww:

I really could use a tiny bit of interaction with whoever is reading that, I feel a lot disheartened , sure that people are hating all my works, but, again, thanks for reading
Don’t miss tomorrow prompt because it led to very smutty stuff *inserts evil laughter*
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