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Summary:
Fixing books can be fun… and sexy as hell, too
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*)
Prompt: “This looks fun.” “Not the word I would use, but okay.”

WARNING: beware of the smut among the fluff!
Besides, explicit language, because Joe can also be coarse, sometimes.

Chaotic Good

Joe’s POV

I lost count of the orgasms I made you reach, right before you collapsed on top of me.
It’s surely not the first time we make love on this bed, but it’s the first time we do after last night in the cage, when we both opened our hearts to each other, when we made every remaining wall crumble down.
The night when we became one.
And now everything feels different. Better.

You look visibly satisfied, as you play with my hairy chest, and I caress your red, flaming hair.
I love cuddling after sex.
Although I pulled out before exploding in you, because I’m always careful.
And now I feel good, of course, but still a little needy.

You look up and lean closer to my face.

“Don’t worry, Joe.” You whisper to my ear, softly nibbling the tip. “I’m gonna take good care of you.”

Wait.
Did you figure it out as well? Just looking at me? Is this the level we are connected, Bronte?

You kiss me, no, even better, you devour me with such a burning passion that I can only mirror, then you place little kisses and hickeys along my neck, your black fingernails toy with my nipples for a while, pinching them softly and making me arch in pleasure, as you move along my abdomen, my belly and the happy trail that leads to your goal.
Oh, you’re gonna make me feel so good.
My cock is resting after all its efforts, but with just a few caress you wake it up.

You place a little kiss on its tip and it feels like magic.
And oooh, the anticipation of what you’re about to do.
With one hand you massage my balls, while the other is closing around my cock, slowly at first, sliding up and down, up and down.
And you stare intensely at me, because you don’t wanna miss any change in my facial expressions, distorted by the pleasure you’re giving to me, that increases with every one of your next moves.
The rhythm of your hand now is faster and faster, but I don’t want this already to end and you seem to read it in my demanding eyes.
You stop, I relax a bit and then your head disappears between my thighs, you lick my length and when your lips wrap around the tip, although your mouth is hot like Hell it feels like Heaven.
Overwhelming me, up and down, up and down.
Each time an inch further down, each time faster.

“Oh, yeaahh, just like this…almost there…” I babble, slave to the pleasure.

I would even call you ‘love’ but there could be dangerous, maybe you would think I’m calling my R.I. (not so much) P. former wife… and it’s a pretty delicate part of my body you’re dealing with now.

Oh god, I don’t even figure out what I’m thinking of anymore.. ohhhhh, fuck, yeaahhhh, yes!

“That’s it, so, so close.. Please, don’t stop!”

And you stop.
What the fuck?
Before I can say anything you anticipate me.

“Call my name, Joe.”

I’m very happy to please you.

“Please, Bronte. Louise…”

“Tell me I’m making you feel good.”

“Fuck, Bronte, you were making me feel more than good, baby. I was in fucking Heaven!” I groan. “Would you mind taking me there again?”

You smile, satisfied in your ego, and resume my favourite activity with the proper intensity, the proper pace.

And then your hand touches that spot on my balls in such a particular way and this drives me crazy.
I can’t’ hold it anymore,

“Comiiiing, Bronteeee, I’m coming!”

And I do as I told you.
I expect you to move from there, as you have always done, instead this time you’re eager to take all I have to give.
Last night really changed everything.

Here we are, naked and happy, hugged to each other, under the sheets.
I could stay like this forever.

“Hey, Joe…”

“Mm?”

“I’m mildly intrigued to do something. Something you never did with me.”

Pictures of me and you, leather, masks, whipsticks, bondage collars and leashes, and every other sort of kink fetish cross my mind.

“We can try anything, my baby, as long as you feel comfortab..”

“I saw you selling tons of books, but never fixing one. You told me that you do it sometimes, but I’ve never seen you in action”

Oh, so is that what you were thinking of?

And you’re staring at me with a lot of expectation.

“Oh! Do you mean that you wanna see me… now?”

“Yeah. I mean, during the day we’re busy with the customers, so why not? Unless you’re tired, of course.”

“Not at all.” I give you a quick kiss, before getting up and getting dressed.

“Alright, then go ahead, open the basement and stuff, I'll reach you there.” You instruct me, heading to the bathroom.

“Huh! I thought I had told you I would reach you in the basement.” You sound surprised when you leave the apartment and find me on the stairwell.

“And you did, but then I recall that you have a twisted ankle that still bothers you a lot.”

“Aww, my love, you’re so caring.” You caress my face, touched.

I’m also attentive and I notice that you just put your hoodie over your bare legs.

“Oh, dear, although being with you feels like a never ending summer, but it’s a cold late October night.”

I’m about to cover you with my coat, but you move away.

“I’m fine, really,” you smile at me, wrapping your arms around my nape. “Although I appreciated the poetic concern, a lot.” You kiss me.

And as we kiss, I lift you up in my arms, bridal style.

“Let’s go then, my beloved damsel in distress!”

“Joeeee! Put me down, you’re crazy, there’s a lot of stairs!” You protest, but you hold to me.

“And you’re lighter than a feather. Besides, I’d jump into fire for you; what’s a couple of stairs, compared to this?”

I won the argument and I put you down only to open Mooney’s first and the basement, then.

Once we’re there, I show you all the tools I need to do that and you seem fascinated.

“However, it occurred to me that I don’t have any damaged books to fix.” I scratch my head, feeling awkward.

“Uhmm, maybe I have an idea.” You limp towards the stairs. “Be right back, and I don’t need you to follow me, I can help me with the banister.”

I don’t interfere, I just bask in the thought of you feeling so confident and comfortable to wander half naked around my bookstore.

I’m so happy that you feel at home here, because that’s what I wished for.

When you’re back, you’re holding a book in your hand.

“Excuse me if I took the liberty of choosing this, but I knew for sure you’re not a great fan of it anyway!”

When you hand me the book I laugh, because I get what you meant: it’s the book of Maximus and Calliope.

“But it’s still intact.” I notice, examining it.

“Sure, because I thought you would have liked to have the honor.” You giggle.

“You do know me.” I sneer, before ripping the front cover of that cheesy book with great pleasure. “Okay, finally we have something to fix!”

I take off both the coat and the shirt, wearing only my T-shirt that brings out my biceps.

“Well, well, whatever you’re about to do, I’m already liking it!” You pay me the compliment.

“First, we get rid of the whole cover.” I explain, ripping it all.

I’m tempted to do it with every page of that book, but after all I shouldn’t hate it so much, in a certain sense it partially helped us to get together.

I'll never forget the brushing lock of hair behind face/biting lips combo.

“We put it on the lying press to keep it still, scrape carefully along the spine and then you take needle and thread and pull it as tight as you can.”

“Oh, this looks fun.” You say, approaching.

“Not the word I’d use, but okay.”

“Can I do it with you?”

Your wish is my command.

I lead your hand to show you how it has to be done… and out of the blue such a precise and accurate job turns into something extremely sensual.

We applicate the polyvinyl-acetate glue and then it’s time to apply the binder.

Holding the mullet together is almost erotic.

“So this is how the job is done.” I resume my capability of speaking.

“Thank you, Joe, it was a very nice experience.” You beam.

“You know, this reminds me of when, years ago, just in this exact basement, I showed it to Paco, a little kid who was my neighbour when I lived in Bed-Stuy, long before the Lockwoods, even long before the Quinns.”

You listen to the whole story and then this also brings to another truth I feel I can tell you.

“There have been times when I did this not to fix a ruined book, but to make a normal one appear like a rare edition to sell… but I didn't do this for me, I needed to earn quick money to send to a little girl in big trouble…”

My dear, little, super smart Ellie, I hope she’s doing fine, now.

“Hush, say no more.” You place your index on my lips. “All I see is the Chaotic Good I love so much.”

You kiss me deeply and I’m glad I just wear my T-shirt, because things are getting hot.

“Unzip my hoodie.” You whisper.

And when I take it off of you there’s a real pleasant surprise waiting for me.

You’re wearing a baby doll I’ve never seen before. Emerald green, like the dress you wore at the Inauguration.
It has two little ribbons on the strappies and a bigger one on the decoltè, it has some intricate lace details, very see-through on the boobs, the stomach and the upper part of your thighs.
You’re so sexy that I’m breathless.

“You seem to like what you see.” You grin, backing off until your back is against the lying press.

You grab my hand and pull me closer.

“C’mon, Joe, press me against the press!”

I don’t need you to repeat that, I trap you between the press and my chest and I kiss you.

You place your hands in my hair, before letting them go down, tugging at my T-shirt.

The message is clear.

I part from you only to take it off, then I pull you closer.
You caress my chest and back, even leaving some scratches.
I hiss in surprise, but I like it.

If you want it rough, Bronte, I can make it rough.

My mouth smashes against yours, hungrily, as I squeeze your tits through the fabric of the babydoll.
You hiss in pleasure.
I trace its short length with my finger, lingering on your thighs.
And that’s when I find the second very appreciated surprise of the night: you’re not wearing panties.

“Oh, Bronte, you’re such a bad girl!” I whisper at you.

“For you, always!” You grin, pulling me closer for a kiss.

As our tongues battle fiercely, you jolt at the intrusion of my middle finger into your hot cunt, followed by my index a few seconds after.

I don’t even give you the time to adjust, I pull my fingers out, kneel down and part your legs, ready to torture you with my tongue.
Every one of your adorable moans is an invitation to go on and on and on.
Only when I decide you’re worn out enough do I surface.

And you’re staring at me ecstatic.

“Oh god, Joe, I love you soooo much!”

And you were right that day: you do purr.

You don’t even give me time to reply that I love you as well, you just kiss me, tasting yourself.

I lift you up, and I sit on the stool next to the press, with you on my lap.
All it takes us is a mutual, understanding look.
You undo the belt of my jeans, you unzip them and my cock pops out free.

“No boxers, uh?” You smirk.

“In the rush of dressing up before, I must have forgotten something.” I play innocent.

“What a naughty, naughty boy!” You grin, taking all the advantages.

“The naughtiest!” I click my tongue, as you enjoy the ride.

And then, you bend over my ear, revealing me the third surprise of the night.
The hottest one.

“Anyway, Joe, I’m taking the pill, there’s no need for you to stop.”

It’s enough to make me come shortly after, good and proper, releasing me inside you.

The ultimate level of our flawless connection.

“Oh well, I guess that now we can go to sleep.” You declare, once you’ve recovered enough to jump off my lap. “But we must do it again sometimes. The book fixing, I mean!”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Only the fixing part?” I ask you as we both dress up again.

And you don’t even need to speak, I can read the answer in your mischievous eyes.

You were right, Bronte: fixing books can be fun.
What is certain is that from now on I’ll have the sexiest memory ever, every time I have to fix one.

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THE END
Notes:
Tbh, when Joe shows Paco how to fix a book is my fave moment of all season 1, I just have to recreate it somehow, but in a most sensual way, I hope I did a decent job ^^’
I’m almost scared by all the smut I’m writing about those two 😂
Well, we all know how the season is going to end (although my headcanon is that Bronte just shot his groin), so it’s like I want him to have as much fun as possible until he still can! 😛
Uh, I almost forgot, this is the babydoll Bronte was wearing:
I’m happy someone is reading, I just hope you’re not just bots 🙁
See ya tomorrow with something extra fluff!
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