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Yearning for Our Unicity	By : LuluDreams Category: S through Z > YOU Views: 64 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:
Bronte knows how to get what she wants.
Notes:
Setting: 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: Early morning walks

That kind of couple

Bronte’s POV

I open my eyes at a time of day, or rather the night where people are supposed to sleep.
5:30 a.m. Even the alarm clock on the bedside table is telling me that probably it’s a tad soon.
And yet I can’t bring myself to close my eyes.
It’s not even due to my ankle, it’s still aching sometimes, but it’s healing pretty well.

I’m grateful to the window which does not have the grills closed.

In the faint glow I can look at you, here with me, deeply asleep.
And you don’t even snore.
Another quality to add to the ideal boyfriend you already are.
And since you’re turned towards me I can observe every detail.
You look so peaceful, there’s a hint of a smile on your features.
Even the way you’re hugging the pillow shows protection.
I’m almost jealous of that pillow, which is kinda stupid.

Just a bunch of hours ago, here, in this bed, we were making sweet, sweet love and it’s me who you hugged so tightly.
This is the way we fell asleep, but then we moved in our sleep and that’s the result.
It’s almost that you feel so distant even if you’re this close.
Geez, I should put all this sentimentalism in my pieces.

I feel like writing, indeed, if only I didn’t know that my tapping on the laptop would wake you up.
You’re such a light sleeper!
I would understand if it was the constant hammering of your noisy typewriter.
Who nowadays still has a typewriter?
But you do.
You’re so vintage, in the best possible way.
You seem to belong to another era, all that chivalry, those manners, that elegant demeanor.
How did Beck let you go?
Well, if she hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t be here with me now.

I dwell on the dilemma of whether I should caress your hair or not.
My eagerness is stronger than my prudence, that’s why my hand sinks into your slightly messy, oh so soft hair.
However, probably I failed in being as delicate as I had summoned me to be, because after a while you startle awake, stirring.
Your eyes are staring at me in a mix of surprise, bewilderment and something else I really have to find out.

“Why did you wake me up?” You frown, yawn, and yet you can’t help smiling at me.

How sweet.

“It’s just your fault; you shouldn't have such irresistible hair!” I make you laugh.

You pull me onto you.

“That’s it, then: I’ll let you sleep with your hands in my hair… a privilege I’m not so prone to give.” You make me smile.

“As tempting as this offer is, why should we sleep now that we both are awake?”

“Well.. because it’s only six in the morning?” You yawn in protest.

“Hell yeah, one more reason to stay up and enjoy the quiet of the town.” I grin.

“Why can’t we be part of that quiet?” You groan.

“Oh, c’mon, Joe, maybe we’re that kind of couple who enjoy taking early morning walks, in nature, just like ‘Autumn in New York’, just without the terminal illness stuff?” I suggest.

You smile.

“Mm… you know how to push my buttons.”

“Oh no, sneaky little shit, I didn’t even start pushing your buttons!” I sneer, as my hand slips under your boxers with very few chaste intentions.

“So what about staying awake, having a very energizing shower, dressing up and going to some park, waiting for sunrise?” I ask you, as my hand keeps its job as you beam, ecstatic.

And just when we reach the key moment, I stop.

“What the f…”

Yeah, you definitely sound disappointed.

“You can have the rest in the energizing shower that’s awaiting us, is it tempting enough for you to get off the bed?” I challenge you, walking toward the bathroom.

“I guess that you should better rewrite your story, because you sound a lot more like a Witch than a Huntress.” You strike back.

But finally you left the bed, you’re awake and naked, just like me.

“Does it make you the Hunter?” I lick my lips, as I open the warm water and invite you to join me.

You nod, blocking me between the wall and your body pressed against mine.

“And you’re my prey, you can’t go anywhere.” You lean close, about to kiss me.

“Running away is the furthest thing from my mind.” I wrap my hands around your nape, kissing you first.

The water flows on our entangled bodies, as our kiss goes on and you enter me in just one push, without any foreplay.

We’re always so ready for each other. I'm always so eager to have you inside me.

I grab you ass, pushing you even more inside me, both of us moaning in pleasure.

“Harder, faster, Joe. bang me against the wall!”

And you do everything I ask you, because you never disappoint me.

That’s why, once you bring me to the orgasm, I finish what I had started doing to you under the sheets.

Things are getting so hot here that I switch the water to cold.

That’s what I call an energizing shower.

Within fifteen minutes, we’re outside, taking our early morning walk.

“Well, Bronte, choose the destination you prefer. Maybe not Central Park, it’s not the safest of the places at this time of the day.”

“It’s not that I’m not with someone who could protect me.” I tickle your ego. “Anyway, let’s go to Carl Schurz Park.”

Our walk hand in hand brings us to that marvellous park, across the river, and the trees surround us, displaying their leaves with the magic colours of autumn.
It seems like a timeless place.

Sitting under one of those trees we wait for the sunrise, cuddling under a plaid that I have put in my rucksack.

“Thank you for insisting. It was such a beautiful show.” You murmur, hugging me from behind.

“We can do it again sometimes, if you want.”

“Sounds good; but right now I have another idea. A rather kinky one.”

I abruptly turn to you and there’s pure lust in your dark eyes.

“How kinky?”

“Are we that kind of couple who likes the thrill of… public indecency?” You tempt me. “After all, before, in the shower, we were in such a rush…”

I take a look around: it is more desert than the desert itself.

When the hell will we get another chance like this?

My answer is to simply kiss you, as you lay me on the plaid and crawl over me.

“Bronte, just promise me something,” You whisper, as you unbutton my cardigan.

“Anything.” I reply, as I help you get rid of your sweater.

“Will we also be that kind of couple who loves lazy sunday, spending time reading at home, on the bed, watching movies, or listening to music together?” You ask me as you suck my neck.

Lots of cosy scenarios overwhelm me as the plaid that wrapped us not so long before.

I grab you by the hair, pulling you closer to kiss you and give you the answer against your lips.

“I guess we can work on that!”
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THE END
Notes:
I don’t know why, but I love grumpy!Joe at early morning who would just like to sleep!
I had put this discussion even on reddit once, but I didn’t get many answers, so I try to ask you: there’s no hint about the setting in the show, but if the last season was o air in April 2025, i guess they filmed it from end of summer 2024 and jan 2025 … and the series itself gives me Autumn vibes, pleeeeese, let’s pretend it’s like that, I need it also for other Flufftober shots ;)
Hope you liked it, if you take your time to leave a tiny kudos (I’m afraid comets are pure utopia) it would make me veeeeery happy, but thanks for reading, as always!
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