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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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Sorry for late, the platform didn't allow to make me update/edit anymore ^^'

Summary: Bronte needs to complete her chapter, no matter what!

Setting: between 5x8 and 5x9, which means, yeahh.. established relationship again!
Prompt: You kept this?
WARNING: probably the very hot part about a*al s*x, although I preferred just give some hints.

In the middle of a very good scene

Bronte’s POV

I couldn’t explain if I have dreamt about it tonight or if I just gave it a lot of thoughts, but when I wake up I feel so inspired to write.

But there’s only a little problem, I can’t.

It’s almost ironic, since you usually like sleeping longer than me and it’s only seven o’ clock in the morning.

And yet you’re awake.
But mostly a certain part of you is even more awake than you.

I can see it under the sheet.

“Good morning, my love.” You smile and lean closer for a kiss.

My desire to write can definitely wait.
After all, this isn’t a duty at all.
It’s only a pleasure.
In every possible meaning of that word.

As the kiss goes on, you take my hand and bring it under the sheet.
No boxers.
It’s clear what you crave.
Good for you, it’s what I want as well.

My right hand began making you feel really good.
You moan in approval, but when my left hand comes to play, you jolt.

“No, please, slow down, baby.. that’s too much.” You groan. “And I don’t wanna rush things… I want it to happen once I’m inside you.”

The hoarse, low voice with how you said that it’s all it takes to make me wet for you.

“Huh, okay, sorry!” I nod and move my hand away,
Both hands, for good measure.

“Good girl. Come here.” You pull me closer, kissing me again.

Your hands lower to my hips, lowering my hot shorts and my panties.

Your fingers test if I’m ready enough for you.
I am.
Morning sex is the best way to start the day.

I just don’t understand why we’re still on our knees, on the bed.
You don’t lay me down.
I attempt to lay you down, but you stop me.

“What’s wrong, Joe?” I bite my lip, nervous.

“Bronte, Louise… would you like to try something new?” You ask me, your eyes piercing mine.

“What do you mean?”

You lean closer to me, in order to whisper the answer to my ear.

I already shiver in anticipation.
I nod.

“You know I trust you. I love you, Joe.”

“I promise it’s gonna be special, my love.” You kiss me one last time, before parting.

You put yourself behind me.

“Now, Bronte, put your hands on the mattress or against the wall, whatever you prefer.”

I do as I’m told.

Your hands grab my hips from behind and I tense up.

“Don’t. Sweetheart, relax. I promise it’s gonna be so good.” You murmur, as you place soft kisses on my nape, while your hands caress my back and my ribs.

That for sure helps me to relax.

Then, out of the blue, you spank my butt cheek.
Not too harsh, but it’s something I didn’t expect anyway.
And, God help me, I liked it.

“Harder, please!” I don’t even realize what I just asked.

You comply, twice on both sides- and I arch in pleasure, grabbing the sheet tight.
You gently part my aching -but in such a good way- butt cheeks and slide closer and I can already feel how ready you are for me.
But you don’t try to push.
It’s still too soon.
You know I’m gonna need some preparation.
You’re always so patient. So caring.
Your fingers go back working their magic into the center of my womanhood, as you lower your head and your tongue starts doing…

Oh, God!

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A couple of hours later, a.k.a. when I recovered enough to manage to walk again, I’m opening Mooney’s.

This morning I have to do it all alone, because you said you have to meet some people and if everything goes right, you should manage to take Mooney’s over before the witch Kate took everything away from you with the incoming divorce.

You always have a backup plan, Joe.
It’s one of the things I love about you.

As I wait for the first customer of the day to come in, I can go on with the chapter I have in my mind.

When the door chimes for the first time, I barely had time to work on the first two pages, focusing on the environment and the descriptions.
It’s time to get to work.

Looks like half New York decided they had to buy a book here today; so, yes , I’m happy for the retail sales, but I didn’t have a minute to catch my breath, let alone to write.

I have to wait until I can go back home again.

When you come back, I’m sitting on the bed, my legs crossed, my laptop on top of them.
I get up to run into you and greet you with a proper kiss, then I return to my spot.

“Honey, if it’s okay for you, can we order dinner tonight?” I yell from the bed, while you’re in the bathroom.

You come outside, much less dressed than before, but, nope, no distraction, not until I’m done with this scene.

“Don’t worry, dear, I can arrange something with what’s left in the fridge.” You check quickly. “How about some pasta and zucchini?”

“Sounds perfect.” I approve. “But, Joe, you’ve been outside all day. Aren’t you too tired to cook?”

“Well, you’ve been outside all day long too, working harder than me.”

“Well, yes, it’s been a pretty eventful day, but full of sales!” I grin.

“See? That’s why my employee of the month deserves some rest.” You kiss my temple. “I’m just taking a shower, then I’m gonna cook, no problem at all. For two reasons: Cooking relaxes me, but mostly this way I’ll have the certainty we are eating something comestible, unlike those carbonized poor salmon steaks of yesterday!"

“Hey! They were just a little overcooked!” I strike back, in my defense.

“Tell this to the baking tray you encrusted forever!”

I threw a pillow in your direction but you already ran back to the bathroom.

Once you’re back, watching you cooking is always a good show, but I just catch some glimpses. I'm still too busy with the draft of my chapter; so much that I abandon it not so willingly when it’s time to eat.

But your cooking is always a wonderful experience.
We talk about our mutual days during the dinner and once we’re done, I quickly clear the table and put the dishes in the sink.

“Honey, I promise thatI’m washing the dishes later, first I have to finish my chapter, I’m in the middle of such a good scene and I need to comply with my creative streak.” I explain, going back to my laptop.

“Don’ worry, sweetheart, I perfectly understand it. It’s such a good feeling when it happens.” You smile.

“Thank you so much, my love. If you want, you can stay by my side, reading a book, watching TV, relaxing in every way you prefer.” I invite you.

“I guess I'll just stay on the chaise long, maybe reading a bit.” You shrug.

“Can I just ask you a little thing then I won’t bother anymore?” I add, as I’m already typing the new paragraph.

“You can ask me anything.”

Here’s my Prince Chivalry.

“Could you please hand me a can of beer? My creative stream happens to need some alcohol, too.” I giggle, as I save the new part of my work.

You come back to me a few seconds later.

“Here you, dear my lazy ass.” You tease me and you have some points.

But, don’t worry, I know how to deal with that

“Well this morning, when I was on all fours and you were banging into me my ass didn’t seem so lazy to you!”

You choke on the beer you’re also drinking and I smile for my little victory, as I resume writing.

“Ta dan!” I cheer, about half an hour later, when I’m done.

First thing first, I head towards the sink, to wash the dishes.

As I’m busy with that, I recall something important.

“Jooooe, honey, please, as I’m busy with this, would you mind copying and pasting the file in my hard disk? You can find it in my rucksack.”

“No sooner said than done.” You reply with the patience of a saint.

As I’m cleaning the pan well and properly, you come towards me, holding something I know very well: two pairs of Chinese sticks.

“Your file is safe, but I guess there’s a little garbage in your rucksack.” You chuckle, as you’re about to open the bin.

“Don’t!” I stop you in time, snatching the sticks from you, my hands still wet and dripping dish soap. “It’s not garbage; they’re important to me!”

You tilt your head.

“Really? Why?”

“Do you remember the very first dinner we had here, when we spent the night reading each other’s stories?” I try to refresh your memory, but I don’t think I have to do that. “We used these Chinese sticks.”

“And you kept these?” You ask me, impressed.

“Well, yeah, that night was so special that I thought it was nice to have a souvenir.” I answer, a bit sheepishily, as I wipe my hands in a dishtowel.

“Oh.”

“But maybe it wasn’t a good idea. I mean, back to those days you still had to find out the truth about me…” I start to ramble, nervously.

You stop me, grabbing my shoulder.

“Just tell me one thing, Bronte… were you already in love with me, back then?”

I don’t even have to think twice before nodding.

You show me your brightest smile.

“Then I guess we should keep these sticks as a treasure.”

“Oh, Joe, I guess I’m in the middle of a very good scene every time I’m with you!” I hug you and kiss you, before going back to my chores.

“You know what? Maybe I should add a chapter like that,” I ponder, as I clean the countertop. “The Magician goes to the Huntress’ shelter and finds out she kept the magic bandage he used to heal her when her leg had been wounded.”

You approve with a nod.

“And then they have wild sex.” You suggest.

“What? Nope, she’s not even at the shelter with him!”

“Then he uses his magic to find her, reach her and they have wild sex!” You insist.

“Nope, Joe, quit it, I’m not gonna spoil what could be a perfect chapter of introspection and character study just to please your morbid nature!” I make you laugh.

“Also because you already pleased my morbid nature a lot, this morning.” You raise your eyebrow oh so sexily, as your hand caresses my face.

“Yeah. Speaking of, it had been intense, but different. Interesting, but weird. Too weird.” I decide to confess.

“I understand, baby.” You reassure me, with a kiss on my forehead. “So, I guess there’s no chance to repeat that.”

“You know what, Joe? Let’s let just the Magician e and the Huntress have fun with that!”

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THE END

In case you didn’t notice yet, I have a soft spot for the scenes when one of them or both write (and I would give everything to read both of their novels!!!)
And I also have an even softer spot for Joe as he cooks and as he teases Bronte about the fact she’s not good at that!

Truth must be said: At first the doggy style part was supposed to be only in Bronte’s speech… then I gave a lot of thoughts and decided that maybe they needed a bit of early context…. hope you won’t mind. ^^’
It would be great to find some feedback before the Flufftober is done, but… thanks anyway for reading, I just hope you’re not bots
See ya tomorrow (spoiler not spoiler: the kittens might be back ;) )
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