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Yearning for Our Unicity	By : LuluDreams Category: S through Z > YOU Views: 185 -:- 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 another night event
Notes:
Hello, sorry for late, but last days were odd, the platfrom kept saying I had reached the maximus of updtes per month allowed and that I had to pay if I wanted more^^'
It looks it's working again now

Setting: This can be considered the sequel of ‘Good Ideas’ (but it’s not necessary to read that one, it’s just after the Halloween night event) so, 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: Making or buying a costume

WARNING: Smut, because sometimes Joe forgets how to behave
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Behave

Bronte’s POV

“Repeat it once more.” I urge you.

“Not please, not again!” You groan, rolling your eyes.

Useless tactics with me.

“Just once.” I insist.

“You always have such great ideas and I should trust you more often.” You repeat as a robot, lacking any enthusiasm. “Satisfied now?”

“More or less,” I shrug. “Whether you like it or not, it’s the truth. You are not always at Mooney’s, but I assure you that the customers keep saying they loved the Halloween night, and those who weren't there regret it and they all wish for more events.”

“Looks like it was a success.” You state.

I know you’re not a fan of this mundane lifestyle, but I’ll manage to change your mind.

I did it once, I can do it twice.

“Hell yeah, so I guess we shouldn’t stop just at one event only,” I remark with nonchalance, stealing the remote from your hand. “But since the successful idea was mine I also got to pick the movie to watch tonight!”

Both you and I don’t love going to cinemas, too much confusion.
Streaming is such a great invention, which means at least hundreds of new movies we could watch.
But you and I are just the same.
We prefer to rewatch a classic, every time it’s the perfect chance to grasp a new detail.

I guess I’ve just decided what we’ll watch and I select it.

“Oh, that’s a great choice.” You approve.

“So much that I deserve a kiss?” I grin.

“Just pause the movie, because I’m planning to give you a long one.”

No sooner said than done.

You jump me, smashing your lips to mine, so hungry for more.
Our passion increases and the fact that we are already lying on a bed isn’t helping.
I really have to resort to all my self control not to give in.

“Hey, Joe, remember? We had said ‘Movie Night’...”

“C’mon, both of us know this movie by heart…” You strike back, attacking my neck for a good bunch of minutes.

You kiss it, lick it, you softly nibble at the sensitive skin, sending me shiver all over my spine.
Then you start sucking, harder and harder.

Like a proper Ezra with his Ella, just without the bloodplay trope, of course!

But just like Ella, I have more and more trouble to resist.
This is driving me crazy.

Luckily or not, you pull away, before it’s too late.

“Okay, okay, let it be Movie Night. I promise I’ll behave.”

There’s a light in your eyes that doesn’t make me so sure I can trust your word.

“Geez, you left me such a big hickey that I’ll have to wear a scarf for days when I’m at work and I didn’t even bring a scarf with me!” I protest, after checking my neck with my mobile.

“It means I’ll buy you a nice hickey-scarf!” You murmur, as you place one last soft kiss on the hickey.

Your claim.

“I like it… as long as it’s Bohemian!" I make you laugh. “However, speaking of work, we should really set a new event.” I insist.

“And we’ll do. We just have to find the right idea.” You nod. “Now let’s start to watch the movie for real, before l forget how to behave.”

The film finally starts and we let the typical Parisian music overwhelm us as we stare at its beautiful cinematography, The Champs Elysee, the Moulin Rouge, the Arc de Triomphe, the Seine and many other wonders of that magic town.

“This makes me want to take you to Paris.” You whisper, searching for my hand.

“Really? I would love it!” I hold tight to you

“It might not be Paris in the ‘20s, but even the modern one still has its allure. Plus, I speak French quite well, you’d be in good hands.”

“I’m always in good hands with you.” I kiss you as I can already picture us there.

The movie goes on, until you place a hand on my bare thigh, caressing it.

Nice.

Then your hand skin the edge of my mini skirt.

Daring, but still nice.

But when your skillful fingers begin toying with the centre of my womanhood, pay attention to the movie becomes drastically hard.

“Joooee, what are you dooing?”

That’s my very clumsy attempt to protest as your fingers work their magic. And they’re not even inside me yet.

“Nothing you wouldn’t like, otherwise you would wear your panties under the miniskirt.” You make me notice, with a victory sneer.

“Guilty! Waaahh…” I admit, as you insert one finger in me, pulling and pushing, slowly at first. “Buuut .. I thought it would happen after the movie.”

You are making the rhythm increase.

“Oh, c’mon, there’s that Paul asshole bragging about how many things he knows about Versailles, it’s perfectly missable, as we wait for more interesting scenes…”

In case your theory is not already valid enough you insert the second finger and my lucidity start wavering.

“I… I guess you’re right!” I arch my back, pushing closer to your hand and enjoying every moment.

You like watching the effect you have on me and you don’t stop until you reach the juicy goal.

And, for the record, we don’t miss Gil’s first midnight walk.

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Not only for the rest of the movie you behave, but this also gives me an idea.

“A ‘20s Art Night!”

"A… Wwhhaatt?!!"

Okay, my bad, probably you’re not in your cleverest moment as I’m pumping your cock in my hand.

A nice way to thank you for what you did to me before.

I just have to wait for you to come and relax a bit to process everything.

“Oh, you meant the event!”

Bingo.

I nod.

“Well, you don’t strike me as the jealous girlfriend if her boyfriend talks about an ex, so I’m just gonna tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“Years ago, when I was with Beck, I did something like that for her birthday…”

“Oh! Well, it was very nice from you…”

Would you do something nice for my birthday, too?

No, wait. I’m not jealous.
I. Am. NOT. Jealous.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly a ‘20s night, more like everyone had to dress as the literature author or character they preferred. And it was at Mooney’s , but it was a disaster.”

“Why? It sounded so cool. What were you dressed as?”

“Hemingway… not that I put much effort in it.” You shrug.

“And what was Beck dressed as?”

“Well, this is part of why the night had been a complete disaster. But the most important thing is that I want to make it a better experience out of it, learning from my previous mistakes..” You smile at me.

“So, are you saying that you accepted it?” I grin.

“I’m saying that this time I’m going to put a lot of more effort in my costume.”

“And do you already know who you want to dress as?” I grow curious.

“Not yet, but I’m sure that night will bring wisdom.” You kiss me goodnight and turn off the light.

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And you were right.

The answer was in the movie we saw yesterday and we both come to the same conclusion as we are having breakfast.

“Francis Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald!”

I couldn't even establish who said it first, it happens when great minds think alike.

“Well, I surely don’t have the same British charm of Tom Hiddleston, but I can try…”

“Oh shut up, Mr. Awesome!” I praise your narcissistic, needy Ego. “All I know for sure is that I’ll need a short blonde wig, Zelda’s style.”

“Ohhh, can’t wait to see you like that!” You smirk. “So what about finishing breakfast and going to search for our costumes? Mooney’s today will open a couple of hours later.”

“Sounds like a plan!” I approve with a quick kiss.”Just give the time to cover the way still to showy hickey with make-up.”

“Alright, I’ll wait for you at the car.”

About half an hour later we are in a vintage store, trying ‘20s outfits for each other.

You are wearing a classic black tuxedo and although you’re extremely elegant, there’s still something missing, so I shake my head.

It’s my turn to go change and I come out of the dressing room with a white dress with fringes, sequins.

It’s cool, but it’s not the right one and you made me understand it just with one look.

Then it’s you who choose to dress total white and I shoot your choice down.

The same thing you do when I chose a dress similar to the previous one, but green.

Maybe because I already have too many green clothes.

Then we decide to go back to the dressing room and meet only when we are both ready and when I see you you leave me breathless.

You picked a burgundy outfit with a typical ‘20s hat, same colour, just like the vest and he braces. You are also wearing a papillon and a pochette of the same colour.

It seems that you also definitely appreciate my black longuette dress with silver inlays, a white beads necklace, a lovely ‘20s woman hat, long black gloves and fishnet stockings.

We are so tempted to sneak together into a dressing room, but we have to behave.

The most important thing is that we will be the coolest couple of the events.

I’m about to go back to my dressing room, when out of the blue you wrap something soft and warm around my neck.

“Told you I would get you a Bohemian hickey scarf.” You whisper in my ear.

It’s a beautiful long, silky scarf with ethnic and exotic, abstract patterns, with so many pastel colours such as orange, light blue, grey, deep blue, red and green.
And it’s so large it can also be a perfect shawl.

“Oh my god, Joe, it’s beautiful. Thank you so much!”

I hug and kiss you in a let’s-behave-way, since we’re in a shop, surrounded by people.

“Only the best for my beloved Zelda.” You wink at me.

“I’m so glad to have you in my life, my beloved Francis Scott.”

I rest my case: coolest couple ever.

And that’s not even a matter of costumes.

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THE END
Notes:
In case it wasn’t clear enough, they watched ‘Midnight in Paris’, after all, book!Joe is a big Woody Allen fan so I guess it could work.
The event Joe talks about with Bronte is from 1x7 episode.
And THIS is how I imagined them:
Hope you liked it, but feel free to tell me anything.
See ya tomorrow with something a tad different…
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