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Summary:

What happened after Joe and Bronte gave in to their mutual attraction at Mooney’s?

Notes:
Setting: extended scene between the end of 5x4 and the beginning of 5x5.
Prompt: Stay
WARNING: there's some hot moment, but without exaggerating, and there's a lot of fluff!

Please, stay

Joe’s POV

When I catch you as you are gathering all your stuff, you are not simply packing your things up Bronte, you are about to take away with you also a piece of my heart. A big one.
And I like my heart whole.

I’m so glad I reached Mooney’s in time, I’m so glad I’ve realized the huge mistakes I was about to make, choosing to save something that’s already dead - and I think it was even before you came in my life - and giving up to something so alive and promising that I could have with you.
Something that I’m gonna take. Right here, right now.

I’m so proud of myself because I’m fighting for you, Bronte, I’m fighting for us.
I’m so proud of myself for being brave enough to pronounce those two powerful words, not to mention how much desperation I put in it:
“Please, stay.”

And it works.
When I see you stepping a little closer and staring at my lips I know for sure that I have won.
We have won.
And the kiss.
Our first kiss.

The one I have pictured in so many different ways.
The real one overcame them all.
There’s not the slightest hesitation from you.

The way you cup my face, my neck, the way you push me against the shelf, taking just the break of a couple of seconds to ponder if we are doing the right thing.
And hell yeah we are, Bronte.

You pull me closer to you, backing off, bringing me with you, until your back reaches the desk.
You take your cardigan off, I want you to take your cardigan off and I help you with that, because things are getting so hot between us.
We are burning with the same devouring craving we both have repressed for too long.
That’s why I don’t even bother to ask, I just put your panties down from under your oh so short - oh so sexy - skirt.
Your only answer, you unbutton my shirt with the same fibrillation that is crossing our bodies.
Our bodies that are dying to get in touch.
And when they do… fuck, Bronte LouiseFlannery.
It’s fireworks. It’s magic. It’s the end of the world.
The end of my world, for sure.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline given to me by the utter awareness that I’m screwing up my perfect life with Kate, if only it wasn’t for a little, but important detail: it’s not perfect anymore.
Probably it never has been.

As you and I become one, push after push, I can’t help you compare you to my soon to be former wife.

The things I offered to do for her, the things I actually did for her… I can’t erase from my memory the disgust, the loathe she was glaring at me with.
But if I did the same for you, Bronte, if I killed for you, I have the feeling that it would be different.
Maybe you could be just a little scared at first, but then you would figure out the nature of my gesture, the reasons for my deeds.
And you wouldn’t look at me like a deviant monster, but like a good hero with a kind heart, born to protect you.
Born to make you feel good.

This is not just a feeling, Bronte.
I have the certainty that you are the only one who truly understands me.
I can see it in your endless eyes, I can read it in your tormented pages, I can feel it within my tormented soul.

And this is almost better than sex.
I said ‘almost’.
The sex is great, indeed.

The way you arch and push deeper in me, adjusting yourself to my rhythm.
The way you pant and moan, urging me to give you more.
The way everything feels so natural between us.
Who knows, Bronte, maybe we were already lovers in a previous life.

The shock I can read in your impossibly blue eyes, all wide open, as you're welcoming me inside you; your mouth opened in a perfect ‘o’.
A mouth I’m gonna capture in the umpteenth hungry, passionate kiss.

Yeah, baby, it’s shocking me, too, the way we are connected, the intensity with everything is happening between us.
And this is only the beginning.

“Oh, god, Joe!” You scream.
I guess I made you reach your very first orgasm with me.
The first of a long series, I hope.

Hearing you, watching your face so distorted by pleasure is doing something to me, too.

“Oh, fuck, Bronte, I’m about to…” I pant, making an effort to slow the rhythm down.

“Huh! It’s okay, Joe; I mean, I take the pill, so…” You reassure me, a little sheepish.

Oh, you are so lovely.
I kiss you, also to reassure that everything is okay.

“Uh.. oh, that’s great, but.. it’s not what I meant.” I point out, stopping and parting from you before it’s too late. “I mean, Bronte, this is our first time together…” I babble, as I fast my belt.

“Yeah, and I couldn’t imagine a more perfect place.” You amaze me, as you search for your panties.

“Really?” I look at you puzzled, as I button my shirt up.

“Yes, it’s so iconic that it makes sense. I mean, here’s where we first met, here’s where everything started.” You explain, as you wear your cardigan.

“Well, you’re right, it makes sense,” I murmur, caressing your face. “But why get content with a small quickie here, when we have an apartment waiting for us?” I try to reason with you.

“You’re right.” You grin, kissing the tip of my nose, as you grab my hand. “This makes even more sense. C’mon, let’s go!”

Bronte’s POV

We are running outside the closed bookstore, heading towards the apartment.
Although we’re very close to it, taking advantage of the fact that no one is around, you stop to kiss me already on the stairs.
And what a kiss!
I mean, if this is just the entree, I wonder how it’s gonna be the whole menu at the restaurant, after we already appreciated the take away a lot.

And once we slam the front door behind our back, we’re free to give in to our passion.
For every step we take towards the bed there’s an item of clothing we take off each other.
When we jump on the bed we’re both equally naked.
And horny.

I’m about to kiss you, but you move away.

“Wait! I almost forgot, now that we are in the apartment I can create some atmosphere.” You say, opening some drawers. “Close your eyes.”

I please you and I keep them closed for a while.
Even before opening them, I can already hear some jazz music.

And when I open them, it’s the vinyl record playing and there’s a mellowest glow all around, with some candles lit in many corners.

“Sure, some scattered petals on the floor and on the bed would be just perfect, but we’ll deal without it!” You shrug, coming back to me.

“Everything is perfect the way it is Joe…” I massage your nape with my fingertips. “And, for the record, I don’t even like flowers.”

“Really?” You ask me, sort of amused.

“Well, I mean, flowery meadows? Among my favorite things. But.. picked flowers? Eeeww, what’s the point in giving someone something that’s already dying?”

Oh no, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

“Do you think I’m weird? I mean, everyone likes flowers or plants as gifts!”

You smile, softly scratching the back of my hand.

“Naah, you just earned some other ‘Most fascinating woman I’ve ever met.”

I could melt down, especially after you kiss me oh so sweetly, as you lay me down on the mattress.
No rush at all.

You take your time to worship my whole body, from my touse to my hair root.
My ankles, my calves, my knees, my belly, my wrists, my shoulders, not to mention my breast.
Oh god, Joe, you know how to make a girl feel special!

And as you go on pleasuring me in every possible way -and zone - I can’t help thinking about the whole situation.

I should be happy, because our plan worked.
Because you are falling into our trap.
Because once my friends play their role, you’ll end up in jail.

And I’m happy, indeed.
But not for those reasons.
I’m happy for you and me.
I’m happy for now.
The issue is not you falling in a trap; it’s me falling in…

I’m too afraid to end this thought.
I’m scared.
I’m terrified.
Because no one, no fucking one so far, has ever made me feel the way you are making me feel Joe.

That’s why I don’t want to think about the bad stuff.
Not tonight, at least.
Tonight is just for us.

That’s why I switch roles and return the favor.
Although you seem eager for me to reach just a certain zone.
And I know how to please you.
I’m gonna make you feel so good.

And my name on your lips, many and many times is my most satisfying reward.

And then I want you inside me again, but taking my time to enjoy every slow, progressive moment.
First, at Moone’s it was sex.
Hot, amazing, thrilling, but just sex.
Now… Well, it’s something different.
Something we both deserve.

When we’re done, I give you some time to recover, but then I speak.

“Please, stay.”

The same two dangerous words you used with me before.

You turn to me, looking confused.

So lovely.

“What?”

“I don’t mean just stay here for dinner, for pizzas and maybe a movie. I mean, please, stay all night long. Please, let you be the first thing I’ll see tomorrow, when I open my eyes. Please, don’t get dressed and leave, don’t make me feel just like a shabby lover, a ruthless home-wreker… I…”

Oh, god, I’m crying now.
Why the fuck am I crying.

“Hey, hey, I don’t like this speech at all.” You soothe me, holding me in your strong arms. “You’re nothing like that. Quite the contrary, you’re the most beautiful thing ever to happen to me; of course I’m going to stay.”

“Really?” I sniff, as you wipe my eyes with your thumb.

“Actually, I was secretly hoping you would ask me to stay.” You murmur, resting your head against my temple and inhaling.

“What are you doing?” I ask you, puzzled and amused at the same time.

“I’ve spent weeks wondering how your hair smelled like and I guessed something fruity, like raspberry, or strawberry or ribes…”

“Oh, wow! You got pretty close, it’s blueberry and chamomile.” I reply, rather impressed. “Did you really wonder this stuff about me?”

“I daydreamed about you, you kept me company even when you were not with me; all the scenarios I pictured us in, I could talk about it all night long.”

“I hope you’ll do.” I smile, snuggling closer against your chest, humming, much more relaxed.

I hear you chuckle, so I raise my gaze.

“What?” I narrow my eyes at you.

“So, you weren’t lying that day: you do purr, for real!” You smile at me and kiss me.

“Only when I really, really feel good.” I purr again.

“You know, I wondered if you're the type of girl who steals the sheets during the night, I wondered if you steal the last slice of pizza or the last forkful of noodles; if you eat in bed, despite all the crumbles, if you are the big spoon or the little one.”

“I like being wrapped, so I’m definitely the little one.” I confess.

“And I was born to be a big spoon.” You smirk.

“But about the noodles… forkful? Geez, you’re such a boomer! Chinese sticks, it’s the only way!” I made fun at you.

“Oh, c’mon, forks are more practical, I can’t waste all my time trying to lift one noodle at once with those damn woody things!”

“That’s because you need a teacher and I’m applying for the job!” I make you chuckle, before kissing you again.

“So, pizza tonight, noodles tomorrow… sounds like we are already planning our future together.” You entwine your fingers with mine.

And I’m smiling outside, hoping you can’t see within my heart.
All the thoughts that are gnawing at me.

Too bad our future doesn’t look so bright, Joe.
Too bad that probably you’re gonna hate me twice the way you want to love me now.
But for the only few good days that are still awaiting for us, I just want you to stay.

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THE END

Notes:

And this time it’s the end for real, at least of this project that kept me busy two whole months (I’ve started at 1st September to try to be on time! ^^’ )
Sure, I was hoping for more interactions, more views, but I’m proud anyway of what I created, although it’s clearly an epic fail, judging by the lack of feedback.

If you felt how much I love this ship, then it means I’ve done a quite good job ^^’
Of course, I still have other shots to write (and I accept prompts about them, feel free to ask) and a long fic to make go on (by the way, I hope to update ‘Ezra and Ella’ some time in November), but I’m gonna miss this Flufftober so so so much ;’)

Bye and thanks to the few but precious people that read this.
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