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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:
Bronte has some ideas for Halloween, will Joe please her?
Not to mention Joe’s (kinky) ideas..
Notes:
Setting: between the end of 5x8 and first half of 5x9
I suppose that Bronte’s ankle took some days/weeks to improve, so this happens in that gap of time (when they were sooo happy together *sighs*)
Also, did I already say that YOU season 5 gives me Autumn vibes?
Prompt: Hosting a Holiday event )I know that Halloween is not exactly a Holiday, but… c’mon, close an eye!)

WARNING: there’s some SMUT even here (did I mention sex on the counter? Or sex in Halloween costumes?) #sorrynotsorry
Well, not that yesterday smut was much appreciated :( … but let’s try again.
Maybe it’s just me who sucks a lot at writing smut ^^’
I’m a bit upset, yeah
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text

Good ideas

Joe’s POV

“You want to do what?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Bronte.”

You pout in such a lovely way that I would grab you and possess you right here, right now, on the counter.

If only the bookstore wasn’t so crowded with customers.

“I always have good ideas. Think about the inauguration.” You make your point.

Yep, think about all the customers the inauguration brought.
Customers that are preventing me from having wild sex with you now on the counter.
Geez, it’s becoming an obsession.
We had a very good time -our first time ever - on the desk of my private office, but not there yet.
Note to self: later, when we close Mooney’s, we’re gonna have sex on the counter.

And speaking of good ideas, Bronte, was it a good idea catfishing me, fooling me, betraying my trust, setting me up, plotting with your damn friends?
But don’t worry, that is the past, I’ve already forgiven you for that.

“Hey, Mr. Pondering, I know what it means when you do that: you’re considering my idea.”

More like I’m picturing you naked and eager on the counter, but yeah, I’m also considering your idea.

“I didn’t say yes yet.”

“But you didn’t say no either!” You grin.

“It’s just that, you know, a Halloween theme party seems so trivial…”

“It won’t be. I have big plans about it, it’s gonna be super cool.”

Look at you, the excitement in your eyes, your overwhelming enthusiasm.

How am I supposed to say no?

“Okay.” I nod.

You jump onto my neck, as joyful as a kid.

“Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you, Joe!” You squeak. “I promise it’s going to be great. You can trust me. I mean, for real, this time!”

We both chuckle.

See? The fact that we can even joke about what happened means that everything is okay for real between us.

“I’m so happy that you agree that I don’t know how to thank you.” You grin.

“Well, actually I’d have an idea…” I raise my eyebrow. “But we have to wait until closing time.”

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“And this is supposed to be a favour I’m doing to you? Looks like an award to me.” You giggle, when I lift you up and lay you down at the counter.

I slowly crawl over you, kissing your neck, then going up to your chin, your check and lingering a lot on your mouth.

We both are still fully dressed.
We are just taking our time.

“Can’t wait to start working on all the decorations I’m planning. You’re gonna love the result!”

“Well, if you don’t mind, now I’m rather busy loving you.” I kiss you again, trying to undo your jeans, as I feel your hands on my chest, trying to unbutton my shirt.
But it’s not very easy in this position.

We both sit up to make the process easier and we lay down again only when both are utterly naked.

My hands toy with your tits so well that I hear you moan in delight.

“The best thing is that the budget will be super low, because, sure I could buy commercial decorations, but doing them by yourself gives you much more satisfaction and they feel moore authentic…”

You startle a little when I gently bite your nipple, but honestly I can discern anymore your excitement for the hot situation we’re living now from your excitement thinking about the fucking decorations.

There’s only a way to fix this problem.

As you are still babbling about it, I kiss your abdomen, then your belly button and go further down.
I grab your thighs to part them and before you can say ‘Halloween’ my head is between your legs, smelling your aroma in anticipation.

“Uuuh!” You sweetly yelp as my tongue is very good at its job, with a little help from my fingers, too.

I make you come twice, I enjoy your precious flavour and then I kiss you, making you taste yourself.

You smile at me.

“If we switch positions I’m gonna return the favour,” You whisper in my ear, nibbling the lobe, sending me the most pleasant shiver ever along my spine.

The counter is great but has some inconveniences, of course you had to ask, because if you had rolled unexpectedly we would have ended up on the floor.

Once we have switched positions, you spread little kisses along my neck, my collarbone, going down to my manly chest, my stomach, my happy trail, until you land on my hard, pulsating cock that’s waiting for your hot mouth.
You lick it along his length, suck the tip and sometimes you pauses to look at my very pleased expression, encouraged by my groans, before resuming your oh so sweet torture.

After you take all I have to give you, we stare at each other and figure out there’s no more time for petting and foreplay.

You remain on top and impale yourself with so much sexy easiness, not only because you’re more than ready for me, but because everything between us feels so damn natural.

Probably you and I had been soulmates even in our previous lives.

See, Bronte Louise, the effect you have on me? How can I be so romantic even while you ride my cock, good and proper, with your oh so delicious moan?

Everything couldn’t be more perfect than this, until you slowly lay down on me, caressing my chest and kissing me for an endless time.

“I love you, Joe.”

“I love you, Bronte.” I whisper, immediately after.

Peak of perfection.

Note to self: maybe the counter hasn’t been a wise idea, since my back hurts a little, but my heart is too happy to mind at that.

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“Yesterday you wore me out so badly I forgot to talk about the theme night.” You say as you’re cleaning the counter with a rag cloth and a sanitizer spray, shortly before the opening time.

Well, it’s something you do everyday, but after last night it’s particularly necessary.

“Tell me, I’m all ears now.” I urge you, as I check if everything is okay with the cash register.

“To begin with, I thought about an active role for you.”

Huh. What are you plotting in that lovely little head of yours?

“And what makes you think that I’ll like it?”

You sneer like someone who’s about to pull out her ace in the sleeve.

“Oh, you’ll do! Not only we’ll set up a creepy corner where you can tell the audience horror stories, maybe even some of the first writing of yours I read … ok, maybe a softened version, since there could also be kids!” You make me laugh. “But, since it’s gonna be a costume party, which better occasion to dress as a vampire? I kind of pictured Ezra in my mind, please, show me if I’m right.”

Oh the elegance of the eighteenth century. Ezra may like the twenty-first century way to dress, but the truth is that he’s such a dandy and doesn't mind a return to his origins. I guess I’ll have so much fun picking his outfit.

Ok, Bronte, you definitely played your cards well.

“Okay, let’s say I’m taking this into consideration… what would you dress like?”

“Well, it seems so obvious to me: if you’re Ezra, I’ll be the Huntress, let’s say a Vampire Huntress for the occasion.” You wink at me.

You have no idea how much my imagination is already running wild.

“And with this ankle that still doesn’t work properly, the Huntress could oh so easily fall prey to that vampire…” You tease me, so lasciviously.

Oh, Bronte, this is just the Ace-wins-all.

“But I’ll have to capture you right after the party otherwise we would shock poor innocent kids for ages!” I make you laugh, before I pull you closer for a deep and long, passionate kiss.

“And you still have to hear about the decorations! Speaking of, I’ll have to do some little grocery, first; so, Boss, can I take half a morning free, pretty please?” You meow at me, lightly scratching the back of my hand.

“What a spoiled employee; not even been here a month and already making such a request” I pretend to be disappointed.

“Well, if my memory serves me right, this employee proved to be irreproachable in certain matters…” You hold on to me, clinging your arms around my nape.

“Irreproachable, eh?” I chuckle.

“Mm.. mm!” You nod, kissing me.

“Go do your grocery, before I change my mind!”

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The theme night has arrived and every corner of Mooney’s tells the wonderful job you did, working so hard for that.
Across the shelves there are spiderwebs made with frayed cotton wool, but very realistic.

Hanging from the ceiling there are more artistic spiderwebs, made with white cardboard, rubber spiders and bats, white helium balloons with eyes and open mouths drawn in the middle to make them seem like ghosts.

Not to mention all the carved pumpkins we made in the last days.

Thanks to very efficient flyering and by word of mouth, the bookstore is rather crowded.

Surely, the most special moment was when we saw each other’s costumes.
Not to spoil the surprise, we agreed on getting ready for the night in separate places: you, in our apartment; me, in my private office.

I’m very proud of my choice.
Ezra is a mix of Dorian Gray, Giacomo Casanova and Rodolfo Valentino, and I guess the outfit I choose portrays this pretty well: an elegant sangallo lace white, long sleeved bell shaped shirt with a matching cravat, light cream color jacket and breeches in brocade and brown men long boots.
The jacket is a mirror of the vest, both with light brown edges that have some gold braids, just like around the sleeve cuffs.
I ‘tamed’ my curls with some hairgel, modelling it in soft waves.
I put some powder on my face to get that paler-than-human effect, turned my eyes red with colored contact lenses.
I also have fake fangs, but I wear them just when I greet the new guests.

About your costume, Bronte, fake vampire or not, I still have to catch my breath: when I saw you with those black stiletto ankle boots, a short black skinny leather pants, crimson leather jacket with zips and belts -way to zipped for my liking, but you’re right, there are going to be kids around here soon -… not to
mention the totally unexpected bleached blonde bob wig.
You wear a shoulder strap filled with fake stakes, a fake gun and a fake knife.
So this is the way you see the Huntress.
So dangerous and so sexy.
You’re such a vision that I could almost risk to get too much into character and commit a massacre to have you only for me, without waiting.
I said ‘almost’.
After all, we’re civilized people, although something tells me you must have thought the same as soon as you saw me.

But we’re going to wait and we will be perfect hosts, complimenting our guests for their costumes.
There’s a wide range of zombies, vampires - but more Dracula style, they lack imagination - witches, Jack-the-Rippers, Saws, ITs, Ring creepy little girls and many other weird characters.

The creepy storytelling moment is a success, the dark corner you set up, with my face illuminated only by a torch helps to create the proper atmosphere.
Anyway, after a long examination of my writings, we decided that every one of them was too violent, no matter how much editing we would do; so we both wrote together something more suitable and I’m trying my best with the tone and the facial expression to make it as terrifying as possible.

Everything is going fine, although every time I catch a glimpse of a father playing with his kid I think of my Henry, far away in London.
Oh, god, I miss him so damn much, he would have loved this party if only that bitch hadn’t taken him away from me.

You seem to notice that and pat my shoulder, to reassure me.
And you’re right, soon I’ll fix everything, I’ll get my son back, by fair means or foul.
With you by my side, Bronte, I feel invincible.

One by one all our guests leave and the moment I crave the most finally comes.
You, me and a creepy version of Mooney’s at our whole disposal.

“This night has been such a success!” You come back to me, after lowering the shutter.

But there’s something different in you, better.

The leather jacket is gone, now you’re wearing something only for me: a crimson leather top with a collar around your neck, revealing such a generous neckline, there are studded tassels around the waist and a drawstring that skim your belly button.

I may be a vampire right now but you’re making my blood boil.

“I have only a word for you, Huntress,” I say, wearing my fake fangs. “Run!”

You giggle excitedly and the chase starts.

You may even be able to hide, but I know Mooney’s like the back of my hand, plus your ankle still slows you a bit.
That’s why it doesn’t take me long to find you.

“Gotcha!” I growl, lifting you into my arms, bridal style.

“Oh no, looks like I’m your prisoner!” You act all scared, right before drawing a fake stake. “Or is it the other way around?”

You point the fake stake at my real heart and the way you look at me almost makes me implode.

“Any last wish before dying?” You tease me.

You even kiss me, or rather try to, because I’m still wearing the stupid fake fangs, and this makes us both giggle.

I put you down, only to take them off, and then you’re back into my arms.

No counter this time, this moment needs all the most comfort possible, that’s why I gently place you down on one of the sofas, in the spot where I was telling the creepy stories, not longer before.
A dark corner where the only light comes from the candles inside the carved pumpkins.
The perfect atmosphere.

We have no rush, kissing for a long time, caressing the unusual fabric of our outfits.

You undo my cravat and caress my face with it, before getting rid of my jacket and vest.
Your skinny pants are so tight there’s no way I can take them off without your help, and it’s the same for my long boots and the breeches.

You just leave me just with my sangallo shirt on all unbuttoned and I leave you just with the super sexy top on as I crawl over you and the naked lower parts of our bodies perfectly know what to do.

You caress the soft waves in my hair, as I toy with your wig and your top.
My open shirt gently wraps you as a sort of cape, as I push inside you.
You stare intensely at my still red irises as I make you mine for the umpteenth time.

“You’re so lethal and dangerous, but I guess I'm going to keep you around anyway…” You smile, hugging me and I don’t even know if you’re still playing the Huntress, if you are talking about Ezra… or just about me.

But I like it and I show you with a deep kiss.

And to think that I got carried away so much with this Halloween mood that at first I had suggested to leave the door open for people to go down to the basement, where they would have seen the cage with a skeleton inside and its wall daubed with red paint, but you thumbed down my idea, saying it would have been too grotesque.

Oh, Bronte Louise, if only you knew that real blood has smeared those glasses… but this is just a secret between me and my cage.

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THE END
Notes:
In case the descriptions weren't good enough (very probable, LOL) here's their outfits:
Joes'
Bronte's
Tbh, I’m extra grateful to Flufftober prompts, otherwise such ideas would have never crossed my mind and I’m super happy because I wrote all these one shots about them and I’m still doing.

I’d like to ask the few who dare read my writings… what’s so wrong about them?
The ship?
My bad English? I swear I try my best.
Is there too much fluff? Is there too few? Don’t you like the way I write smut? Don’t you write the way I write in general? :’((
I’m just curious, but I guess I’ll just keep being happy and upset at the same time.
See ya tomorrow with a pre relationship one, no more smut this time.
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