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Yearning for Our Unicity	By : LuluDreams Category: S through Z > YOU Views: 185 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:
It seems the whole universe is conspiring for Joe and Bronte to end up together!
Notes:
Hellooo , so soo glad to have seen more views after last update, but without feedback I'll never know if you're liking this Flufftober or not ^^'
Setting: since it’s the direct sequel of ‘Just as friends’, episode 5x4 right the day before the Inauguration. So yeah, it could be another missing scene.
Prompt: Caught in the rain

It's raining clichès!

Bronte’s POV

When we’ve almost reached ¾ of the book, we hear again the metallic click, then we raise our gaze and see that the owner of the estate warehouse is back.

“What the hell are you doing here? Who the hell are you?”

Geez, I guess that his lunch was based on coffee, because he sounds extremely nervous.

I’m about to speak, but you’re faster than me.

“Good Sir, don’t you remember? We talked this morning about your amazing stands and I also asked you about the lunch break…”

“Oh, right, now I remember you.” He seems to calm down. “But what about the little girl?”

Who the hell did you call ‘little girl’, you, cranky old man?

“Well, she’s my frisky employee and, as you can see, sometimes I have some trouble dealing with her…So, she sneaked through here, attracted by a book. I followed her, trying to get her out, but your break arrived and you closed us here before we had the time to speak.”

“Well, way too curious Missy, this is a private area, you shouldn’t have stood here in the first place.”

Now he sounds mad again.

“We learned our lessons and I apologize for us both. Now, please, just allow us to pay for these books and then we’ll go.” You persuade him, as we leave the storage room.

“Sir, can I take this book, too?” I wave the copy of ‘Northanger Abbey’ in front of him, who stares at me dumbfounded.

“Yeah, whatever, as long as you go away!”

As rude as he meant, but it was a yes, nonetheless.

Finally we reach the cash desk and, still grumpy, the old owner prepares our bill.

"Are you going to take the books with you, Sir?" He asks you as you're drawing out your credit card.

"Yeah, sure, I parked my car not far away from here."

"How far, Sir?" He asks you as he passes the card.

"Just about three blocks from here. " You reply, putting the card back into your wallet.

"It's too far."

"Well, it's not my fault if your place doesn't have a parking area. However, it only takes five minutes to walk from here, maybe less."

"It's too long. You won't get the books in the car in time, Sir. It's about to rain and this would spoil the books, I can't allow this."

Both you and I look outside the windows, it couldn't be sunnier than this, a reason why I'm only wearing a light dress, with no jacket on.

"What are you babbling about? There are no clouds in the sky!" You start to lose your patience.

"Trust me, Sir, my rheumatics never fooled me. It's going to rain in a few minutes.”

“I hardly think so; so please can you just give me a cardboard box to store the books in, so I can go?”

“No way I’m putting the books in danger, the rain will spoil them!”

“But there’s no rain danger… and even if there was, I’m very good at fixing books, you don’t have to worry.”

I begin to wonder how can you still be so patient, this old, stubborn man really gets on my nerves.

“Instead I have to worry a lot. I can’t let you go out with the books, Sir.”

“You can’t let me go out with the books I just paid for?”

Your tone is calm, but there’ s so much coldness in your look.

“I’m just saying come back tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is too late, I have an inauguration,I need to expose these books in the morning.”

“Then I’m afraid I can’t help you, Sir.”

“Okay, good man. Since I don’t have time to lose, would you make it feel better if I gave you the address of my bookstore and late today you send me those books with a delivery guy I’m going to pay once he arrives?”

The old man smiles probably his very first smile of the day.

“I couldn’t agree more, Sir.”

Joe’s POV

As we walk away from that warehouse, I glance at you.
You seem to be amused by the whole situation.

“I bet you’re wondering why I didn’t snap with that man before.”

“Well, I would lie if I told you that that question didn’t cross my mind.”

“Well, to begin first I’ve seen in him shades of the former and original owner of the bookstore, Mr. Mooney, indeed; because of his stubborn love towards the book, probably more than towards people,” I make you laugh. “But I also wish I could be like him when I reach his same age.”

“Really?” You stare at me with your curious eyes.

“Well, only with less wrinkles and less thinning hair.” I make you laugh again.

“Of course, Mr. Perfect-Hair-at-any-age!”

“But, to answer your question, yeah, it means that I’ll be still doing what I love the most.” I smile at you.

“I wonder about what I’ll be doing. Who knows, maybe I’ll still be your employee!” You joke.

Oh no, Bronte, you will be so much more.
You’ll be my beloved wife and we’ll be explaining to our grown up sons - I’d like to have at least two one, a boy and a girl- how to take care of Mooney’s once we’ll be too old for that, maybe while we’ll be busy spoiling our grandchildren.
Henry will help us as well and he’ll love his stepbrothers since the very first moment he’ll see them.
One extended, happy family.

A loud noise interrupts my daydreaming of our future.

A thunder.

You and I look at each other puzzled.

“No…” I begin.

“It can’t be…” you conclude.

The sky turns grey all of the sudden and before we can even figure out what’s happening a downpour overwhelms us.

“Oh my god, Joe, that grumpy man was right!” You whimper, all cold, hugging yourself.

I instantly open my coat and hold a part of it open it as if it was a wing.
You immediately find shelter inside, snuggling against my chest.

I can’t help looking down at you, all trembling, but feeling safe.

Irony of fate… you chose to dress in white today, which means that thanks to the rain now the fabric of your dress is so see through that I can clearly see your lingerie, bra and matching panties, white with printed cherries.

And I would like so much to pop your cherry right here, right now, under the rain, with no one around.

Instead I act like the Prince Chavalry you like me to be, taking off my coat and wrapping it around you.

Also not to keep seeing you like that, otherwise I guess we would end up conceiving right here, right now the first child of ours in my previous fantasy about our future.

Bronte’s POV

I guess I’ve never liked the rain so much.

This is the perfect excuse to stay so close to you, without thinking how wrong it is.

And then you take off your coat to give it to me, and I feel so warm and protected and this really impresses me.

Kate is so lucky to have you as her husband.

“Thank you, Joe.” I murmur, looking up.

Something I shouldn't have done.

Your curls now are plastered around your wet face, your drenched black shirt shows off your lean and yet muscular physique.

“Bronte?”

“Yes, Joe?”

Please, do it, a kiss right now would be the peak of romanticism!

“I’m afraid my coat won’t keep you warm for long. We gotta run!”

Okay, no peak, but at least you grab my hand and we run towards the car.

Somehow, there’s something romantic in that, too.

It’s kind of fun running as the rain drench us even more.

“I guess I should be grateful to the grumpy man for not giving me the box with the books, it wouldn’t have been great to run with so much weight.” You shrug.

“Speaks for yourself!” I protest, feeling harder and harder to move.

At least we reached the car.

Finally you seem to notice.

“Dammit, Bronte, the coat now is completely soaked, take it off and take this.” You instruct me, giving me a pile plaid and throwing the coat in the still open trunk.

I question you with my eyes.

“I have a six year old kid, I always have blankets!” You wink. “Now get in the car.”

You reach me a few minutes later and the heating system switched on feels like heaven.

“However, Joe, first we got stuck for two hours in a storage room, then the downpour… it’s more like…”

“It’s raining clichès!”

We said the last part in unison, see how we’re always on the same page?

Speaking of books, lol.

“So, what’s next? C’mon, let’s play the game, I'll go first.” You suggest. “Now we’re heading back to the Upper East side, but the car will have trouble and we’ll get stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no towing service available until tomorrow.”

“And no taxi available, as well, no signal for making a phone call… so we’ll just have to find a place to stay for the night and there’s this crumbling hotel, which has the last room available, but… there’s only one bed.” I go on.

I’m having so much fun with this game.

“And we’ll take it, because we have no choice. So, right before sleeping you want to have a shower, but the door of the bathroom doesn’t close well, so I can take glimpses of you, Bronte, as you undress, as you get in the shower… and as your hand goes between your legs, pleasuring yourself.. thinking of me, maybe?”

I look at you in shock.

What the fuck, Joe, did you spy on me or something?
Because this is something I did, something I am still doing, especially now that you give me your apartment.

Joe’s POV

What’s that appalled look now?

“Oops, sorry, my bad, I’m afraid I got carried away way too much with the clichè games and…”

“No, no, no need to apologize. Just like you said, it’s a game, right? In fiction, characters are allowed to do everything.” You shrug, but at least you’re smiling again.

And every time I see your smile I get the feeling that everything will go just fine.

“However, Joe, I think we’d better stop the game and set the car in motion.”

“You’re right. Let’s just get you home.” I nod, as I start driving. “See? No car trouble!” I make you laugh.

“Why just me? Aren’t you stopping at the bookstore?” You ask me.

“Maybe just for a quick change of clothes and to dry my hair, but then I’ll be out again, I have a full agenda today.”

Agenda that includes sneaking through a villa, catching the villa’s owner of guard, knocking her down, dragging her to the cage and talking her twin sister into killing her.
Easy-peasy

“And despite the very busy agenda you managed to find time for me. You’re so sweet, Joe, thank you.” You murmur, caressing my hand.

I wonder if all that happened today is a sort of message from the whole universe, conspiring for us to get together.

And who am I to go against the plans of the whole universe?

But I have to resist, because it’s not our moment yet, Bronte, if that moment ever comes.

All I know is that I feel the need to write about us, about you, about all the things I’d want to do to you.
And maybe in my pages we will kiss under the rain, I still don’t know.
And once my pages are done, i’ll put them in the lowest drawer of my desk.
And probably I’ll forget to lock it with the key.
Just because.

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THE END
Notes:
Fun fact : since this is set in 5x4 episode, when he’s going to capture Reagan, ‘this’ Joe didn’t need to dry, he would end up into a pool soon XD
Hope you enjoyed it , did you prefer the stuck in the storage room part or this one? ;P
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