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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:
From the end of ‘That kind of couple’ shot:
“Will we also be that kind of couple who loves lazy sundays, spending time reading at home, on the bed, watching movies, or listening to music together?”
“I guess we can work on that!”

Notes:
Setting: Last shot of the Pawsome miniseries inside this Flufftober : the correct chronology is one shot n.2 ‘Bibi and Boo-Boo’, then one shot n. 5 ‘That kind of couple’ , then 19th shot ‘Protection’ and 26th shot ‘(Twice) Impossibly cute’ so the setting is always between 5x8 and 5x9
Prompt: Sharing earphones

Lazy Sunday

Joe’s POV

The unmistakable scrabbling sound of a kitten's paws.

Then the feeling of something light, warm and soft climbing on you, landing on your nape.

The soft, comforting purring sound in your ear, and the tiny vibrations.

I smile because I reached such a ‘cat guy’ level that even in dim light - not to say dark - I can recognize which kitten is by the way they purr.

It’s Lady.

But when I force myself to open my eyes and glance at the alarm clock I groan.

It would be all so perfect… if only it wasn’t five in the morning.

I bury my head in the pillow, as the light weight has no intention of abandoning me.

“Bronteeee, hun… it’s your turn…” I groan again.

“I know, luv… I’m just trying to break free of the little burden sleeping on my chest, without waking him up…” You reply.

“Then don’t make a big deal, just wake him up too and go feed both.” I suggest.

“Wise idea.” You approve, as you manage to leave the bed. “Lady Cat-terley, He-meow-ngway, c’mon, guys, it’s feeding time!”

Nope, Bronte, this can’t be their feeding time every fucking day, we must do something to move their damn clock forward at least four hours!

At least you’ve managed to catch both of their attentions, which means I’m free to move again, I toss and turn in the bed and wait for you to reach me again.

And it happens, more like after a quarter of an hour.

“Hem didn’t want to stop playing with the cat teaser wand, while Lady confined herself to eating, as she stared at me with an air of sufficiency. Of course, she prefers her Daddy to feed her!” Your report makes me laugh.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I guess this should keep them quiet for a while.” I yawn, as you snuggle closer to me, under the sheets. “I don’t care if we are awake, there’s no way I’m gonna follow you outside for an early morning walk…” I yawn again, to rest my case.

You just chuckle.

“Are you kidding? Did you take a look outside? It’s raining cats and dogs and it’s freezing!”

Ohhh, this is very good news, Bronte.

“I definitely prefer the cats we have here!” I make my awful witty remark.

It’s not that at this time of the morning or the night I can be very brilliant.

“Not to mention it’s Sunday. We don’t even have to work. We can have the super lazy sunday you wished for. Starting now.” You purr.

“Couldn’t agree more, hun.” I hold you tight to me, feeling my eyelids heavier and heavier, until I can’t keep them open anymore.

I just can feel you play with my hairy chest for a while, before falling asleep.

Bronte’s POV

About after eight o’ clock I wake up, in time to check on the kittens, before they bother you once more.

It’s a very good thing that you rolled on the other side of the bed, so I can move without waking you up.

I cuddle the kittens for a while - even Lady seems less bitchy today - then it’s time to think about breakfast.

For once, I want to make you feel waited on hand and foot.

Mission accomplished.

When you get up, around half past nine, breakfast is waiting for us on the table: perfect round pancakes, Eggs Benedict, grilled sausages, crunchy bacon , orange and apple juices, coffee and some salty muffins.

“Welcome back, sunshine,” I kiss and hug you. “I felt like doing something nice for you.”

You observe the groaning board and keep silent.

Uhmm.

“Well, what are we waiting for, Joe? Let’s start eating, before all this awesome food get cold.” I invite you to sit with me at the table.

You inspect the Eggs Benedict and then stare at me, very inquisitive.

I should have known better, you would never buy that.

“Who the hell are you and what you did to my real Bronte?”

Game over.

“Oops, my bad. There must be a misunderstanding, by saying ‘ doing something nice for you’ I meant that I grabbed my phone and ordered from the closest delivery available.” I steal a smile from you.

“Now we can start eating.” You suggest, picking one of the muffins.

“However, please note that I’m insulted. Don’t you think I could make something like that, if I tried really hard?” I ask you, as I put one sausage on my plate.

“Probably… just the coffee!” You tease me once more.

“Actually, the coffee is the only thing I didn’t order from the delivery!" I make you laugh again.

“Jokes aside, it’s something I really appreciate. Thank you, sweetheart.” You hold my hand. “How did you manage to keep the kittens far from here?”

“With an old but gold trick: I just displayed on the closets in the bathroom two of my cardigans, freshly laundered; they haven't moved from there since.”

“Someone likes to lay upon your cardigans, someone prefers to take them off you!”

Joe’s POV

Once we’re done with the breakfast and the dishes are in the washer we just have to pick the first very lazy thing to do.

“So, what about some movies to watch?” I suggest.

“Are you aiming for a rewatch or something new?” You inquire.

“You tell me,” I reply, as I draw out from a drawer one of my all time favourite movies I took from my private office at Mooney’s.

“Hannah and her sisters?” You inspect the cover. “Well, I heard about it a lot but… actually I’ve never watched it.” You confess.

What?!

“So… are you gonna kill me for that?” You act all terrified.

Oh, Bronte, if you wanna play, I can play ten times better than you.

“Of course, not.” I smile, patting the empty spot on the bed for you to reach me. “But I’m gonna kill you if you refuse to watch it with me now.”

My threatening glare and tone are the icing on the cake.

“So, please spare my life and make the movie start.” You giggle.

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“Now, Bronte, pay attention to…”

“It’s the fifteen time in forty minutes that you tell me to pay attention to a scene!” You snort and I pause the movie “If you don’t shut up, I swear I’m gonna close your mouth with some tape!”

Now it’s you the threatening one.

“Okay, so I guess it’s better that I pretend I’m watching for the first time too and then we discuss some scenes at the end?” I try to find a compromise.

“Yep, that’s a lot better.” You smirk and lean closer for a quick kiss. “Because, I’ll tell you what, I’m even enjoying this movie, but, please, let it overwhelm me.”

You’re liking ‘Hannah and her Sisters’.
Oh, Bronte, you really are the one.

That’s all it takes for me to shut up and press play.

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After discussing a lot about the movie and finding out we think the same about at least 90% of it, I decide it’s a perfect time for a book, after all I have my ‘Dracula by Bram Stoker’ that’s waiting for my re-reading.

It’s also a great source of inspiration to write about Ezra.

That’s something poetic in this quiet, surrounded by the rain that keeps her concert on the roofs and her paintings on the windows.

As a matter of a fact, even Lady and Hem are watching them enraptured.
Probably they must have done shredding your cardigans with hair and decided to jump on the windowsill together.
They rise up, putting their front paws on the glass, trying to catch all the drops that are moving.
They’re so cute it almost hurts.
And speaking of cuteness…

You’re here beside me, Bronte, as you decide to go on with your novel, working on a new chapter, which I can get some glimpses of sometimes; although I don’t know if the Huntress and the Magician will get to be as happy as we are.
This is the purest perfection, this is the ultimate connection of two souls. Ours.

When Beck used to write - oh, well, the very few times she did, when she wasn’t too busy fuck around with her stupid friends - she never wanted me to be a part of it, she kept me away, not even when I put her in the cage she was with me for real.
Instead, Bronte, there’s no place of your mind, heart and soul you don’t allow me to enter.
Another of the reasons why I love you so much.

I turn the page, you raise your gaze to look at me and smile, before resuming your writing, Hem meows frustrated because he didn’t manage to catch the umpteenth drops, while Lady - which is so much more clever and already figured out she’ll never get to real catch the drops behind the glass - is dedicating herself to the cleansing.

Everything seems like a painting painted by the most neo romantic painter ever.
A painting I want to hang on the ‘Happiest-Moments’ wall of my mind.

Bronte’s POV

I’m done with the writing for today, although I must take a mental note about how inspiring rainy days are.
Or maybe it’s more like rainy days with you.

I put the laptop back in my rucksack and you chuckle when you see the book I've just drawn out.

Ibsen’s women.

Your very first gift.

“About time you start reading it.” You tilt your head, before going back to listening to music from your I-Pod.

It’s almost anachronistic to see you doing something so modern-day.

Truth must be said, you do have a record player and tons of vinyls, but you refuse to listen to them for a simple reason.
Actually two simple, furry reasons.

Lady Cat-terley and He-meow-ngway.

At first I pictured something cute, very The Aristocats style, like Hem and Lady sitting on the vinyl record as it played and jumping the phonograph needle every time they met it.
But the reality would have been much different, something closer to the utter destruction of both the vinyls and the record player.

Just when I'm done with the second chapter I feel your elbow gently pushing my hip.

“What?”

“I guess you should listen to this song I’ve just found out, it’s pretty cool.”

Saying so, you share your earphones with me .

“Huh, very intriguing music… sexy voice, too…” I begin to listen to it, especially the lyrics.

“Told you you would like it.” You wink at me.

The song talks about this little girl, dressed in black - just like I was in our very first meeting. - , a troubled girl, sometimes black and blue -Thank you, R.I. P. Clayton!- ; this song talks about giving into temptation, yearning, and facing all the risks.

This song just talks about us.

And just when it’s about to end…

“No, please, tell me the singer didn’t say this!” I burst out laughing.

“Hell yeah, he keeps saying: ‘Let me sink my teeth in’ … doesn’t he remind you of a certain someone?” You sneer.

I grab my phone to do some research.

“Oh, but this song is from 2016, so the sexy singer must be an old bag now!”

“Hey! The singer must be more or less my same age; do I seem like an old bag to you?” You jump on me, tickling the hell out of me.

“Aaahhh, I'll take it back! Please, stop ahhhh!” I give in, between laughters and you seal our truce with a long, slow and deep kiss that end with you playfully sinking your teeth into my neck, like a proper Ezra, leaving a soft mark.

“However, dear my fake teenager, I have some fresh news for you: thirty years are on your way!” You tease me, more spiteful than our two cats who are now sleeping on the table.

“What the hell did you just say, sneaky little shit?” I straddle you, pretending to strangle you, as we both laugh.

This before making love for a long, slow, tender and lazy time.

As lazy as this beautiful sunday.

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THE END

Disclaimer: as soon as I listened to ‘Touch’ by MOTHXR and read the lyrics I was all ‘ooooooohhh, I’m so gonna do thai crazy thing!!!’ , so Joe just listened to … himself and even liked it a lot, LOL; jokes aside, if only Penn wasn’t the frontman, MOTHXR would be easily part of Joe’s playlist XD
I give you a tip: go search for the 'Touch' VEVO videoclip, you'll understand why Penn Has been offered to play Joe ;P (but be careful to your hormones, that video is DANGEROUS!!!)
Neither have I seen ‘Hannah and her sisters’ yet (please, Joe, don’t kill me!) , but it’s n my to-do list, mostly it was a tribute to C. Kepnes ‘s first book ;P
So, if you survived all the huge fluff and romance of the rain, the relax and the cats.. would you be so nice to leave a tiny comment or sign of appreciation?
Thanks anyway for reading, it seems more people are reading this collection, I don’t know if I should be more happy… or worried XD
See ya tomorrow with the very last shot
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