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Sky in a bubble	By : LuluDreams Category: S through Z > YOU Views: 27 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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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“Well, I’m sure she would have liked you. My Grandma had always wished for me to find a guy who makes me feel special.” You pause to stare at me with so much love in your eyes, that probably mirrors mine. “She used to say: "Find someone who would trap the sky in a bubble for you". And I’m sure I found him.”
Notes:
Written for the #ènatoprimal’uovooiltitolino (who was born first? The title or the egg?) Challenge of @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group
Prompt: To make the beloved person’s wish come true
Title: Sky in a bubble
Both suggested by Teresa Tonus
I apologize if I keep ‘invading’ this section but those two are such a source of inspiration for me.
I always wish for someone to love this pairing the way I do after watching Season 5 the way I do and maybe be happy to find something about them, since it was what I wished for, right after I finished the last episode, but I didn’t have any luck :/
However, it’s sort of fun to be the only one who writes about those two, whether my stories are ignored ot not XD

Setting: Season 5, between the ending of episode 8 and the middle of episode 9, aka their happiest days
Yayyy!! Finally I get to write about them as an established relationship (the way I prefer the most btw) , since ‘In the box’ is focused just on pre-relationship moments; in ‘Ezra and Ella’ they started like ‘lovers to enemies’ and now are in the middle rebuilding their trust and in ‘You knew before I did’ there’s not much romantic stuff…
Rating: Explicit, it was meant to be pure fluff, but those two thought otherwise
Disclaimer: all characters belong just and only to the marvelous Caroline Kepnes, Netflix etc, I just own my sick ideas, lol
Please, be kind, English is not my native language (actually I would need some beta reader’s help), sorry for possible mistakes.
Sky in a bubble

“Harder, that’s it, Joooe, yeeaaah, a bit faster.. woah!” You deliciously moan under my ministrations.

And who am I to leave a lady disappointed?

I lift your mini skirt up a tiny bit more and push deeper and faster into your tight and wet kingdom.

A kingdom I want to rule forever.

You bite your lips and the second after I’m kissing you, savagely, while I’m still inside you, as you like it.

I’m banging you against the glass, as you like it.

We’re inside my cage, as you like it.

Oh well, it’s not that I don’t like it, of course.

“I’m close, Joooooe, soo close…”

I love whenever you call my name, but during sex is even better.

You make my name sound like an orgasm and this makes me even harder for you, Bronte.

You come hard and loudly and I part from you, following you in bliss, right after.

We kiss, we’re both sweating, your hair is plastered on your face, as I can feel mine on my forehead.

We’ve never been more beautiful.

And in love.

“You know, you just have to put in a proper bathroom section, maybe with a shower, and this could really be the perfect place.” You comment, as you pass me a tissue to clean up.

“You’re right. I wonder why I don’t start my own chain of Cage Hotels.” I chuckle, as we look for our garments we have scattered anywhere.

Saving for the mini skirt, the only thing you still wear.

“After all, chains and cages get along very well.” You make your witty remark.

“Let’s just hope the customers won’t be too picky with the food.” I pretend to worry as I put my boxers back on.

“I suggest food delivery service only; if you start this project, count me in!” You grin, as you lace up your bra on your own.

“I would count on you for anything.” I smile at you, which brings us to kiss again, for a long time.

Oh Bronte, if only I had known from the start that you would stay with me, I would have never twisted your ankle, I’m so sorry for that.

That night we made love in this cage for the very first time changed everything, it has become your favorite place since then.

I let you keep that copy of the key I gave you that fateful day and whenever you’re free from work I always find you here: reading, listening to music, writing, taking a nap.

If I had known you just needed a cage to be this happy I could have avoided giving you that flat.
Just kidding.
I would even buy you the Moon.

“Joe…” you murmur against my lips.

“Mm?”

“If you go on kissing me this way, I’ll end up taking off all the clothes I so laboriously put on again.”

“And would it be such a bad thing?”

“Of course not, but I have to do some chores, then we still have to have dinner and…”

“I’ll tell you what, chores can wait, and about the dinner; what if I fully got dressed, went upstairs, ordered something from delivery and then we enjoyed a very special naked dinner here?” I suggest, already wearing my black shirt.

“I’d say ‘sushi’!” You grin, massaging my nape, the softness of your green cardigan caressing my still bared chest, before I button up the shirt.

“Then sushi will be!” I kiss your forehead, before leaving the cage.

“Also because I already picture us who experience eating food directly from each other’s bodies ,” You make me hard again just at the thought. “And to be honest I don’t think I would be very sexy with Chinese noodles scattered everywhere!”

Your sense of humour is one of the millions reasons why I love you.

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A couple of hours later, as I’m eating a nigiri from above your breast, I realize something.

I begin to understand why you love this cage so much and you’re right.

This cage is made for love. Our love.

That’s why right here, right now, I hereby swear that I won’t kill nor hold anyone hostage inside this cage anymore.

I mean, there are always other places to do that.

Even Beck died outside of this cage, one more reason why you should keep loving it, Bronte.

A reason why you should keep loving me.

I’m your safe place.
I’m the cage.

Maybe one fine day, when you’re really ready for the truth, I’ll tell you about Beck.

But for now she doesn't have to haunt our lives anymore.

Let’s just enjoy this moment together.

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After many tastings of sushi and a large amount of sex, we are still sitting here, covered in a blanket.

“You know, I’m so sad my Grandma didn’t live long enough to see me with you, now. I mean, not in this after sex-still-pretty-naked exact moment, but…”

We both chuckle.

“I got you.” I smile at you. “And what you just said is very sweet; but I’m never completely comfortable meeting someone’s parents or relatives, and I rarely leave a good impression.”

Especially when they start suspecting I might have killed their sons, daughters, nephews, whoever they represent for them.

“Well, I’m sure she would have liked you. My Grandma had always wished for me to find a guy who makes me feel special.” You pause to stare at me with so much love in your eyes, that probably mirrors mine. “She used to say: "Find someone who would trap the sky in a bubble for you". And I’m sure I found him.”

“Oh, now I wish I could have met your Grandma, too.” I smile, holding you in my arms.

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Hard to believe, but we managed to leave the cage and the day after we’re upstairs, working. You, in your still limping but useful way, are shelving the books that some rude customers put in the wrong place, after quickly glancing at them; while I’m dealing with the sales.
Truth is that as I’m congratulating the customer for the excellent choice - after all, you never go wrong with Francis Scott Fitzgerald -, I can’t take my mind off what you said last night.

The sky in a bubble.

Would it be a bubble of glass fitting enough?

Sure, I could order a pendant or something, but I want you to have something unique.

Something made by me.

After all, I’ve always had pretty good craftsmanship skills.

I pretend to walk the customer to the exit because i still want to discuss with him about books -and hopefully his next purchases in my store -, so once I’m outside I can take advantage for doing two things:

- Find a tutorial on how to make glass bubbles, and as I suspected it doesn’t seem that hard.

- Buy with fast delivery a couple of spheres of glass… okay let’s make three couples, for good measure, and some other stuff I need.

Too bad that I don’t smoke, so I can’t use it as an excuse for staying outside for all this time; but you know that classical authors are my nicotine, so you buy my lie about going on with the discussion with that customer.
You don’t suspect a thing.
Everything is going according to my plans.

And luck is still on my side even now -a.k.a. the day after - that I’m receiving my order, without you seeing that.
I put it in my private office.

“I’m sorry, but it’s bookkeeping time for me, which means I’m going to be inside my office, probably all day long, I need deep concentration.” I inform you, reaching you in the F-K area.

“Huh, okay, no problem. I promise no distraction will annoy you and I’ll do a remarkable job with the customers.” You guarantee, all confident.

“Good.” I step closer to you. “What about a little kiss from my biggest distraction, before I go?”

And you’re more than happy to comply.

I go back to my office, I lower the blinds and I get started.

I’m so grateful it’s not that kind of DIY that requires hammers, drills or planers.
Which means no noise that would make you suspicious.
After all, whoever would do the bookkeeping with a chain saw?

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I had to wait for two days, but only for the glue and the paint to perfectly dry.

At least I didn't have to be isolated anymore, so I’ve spent all this time with you, both at work and after it.

We’re about to close even for today and when I go checking my work, it’s finally ready.

I just put it in a little blue bag.

I go to the corridor and I already know you’re waiting for me downstairs.

And it’s there that I hand the little bag to you.

“Is it for me?” You grin, as happy as a little girl.

“Open it.” I nod.

You do as I told you and stare at my gift speechless.

I love studying the way you’re admiring that little blue glass ball with clouds inside it.
And as a proper pendant, it has its chain, ready to be worn.

“Joe, it, it’s…” You babble, almost touched.

“I know, it’s nothing. I just painted two spheres of glass light blue, put some pieces of styrofoam inside, to recreate the clouds and I made a little bird in the middle, with black card board, memories of some origami books I had read, so now you have the sky in a bubble...”

You jump out at me, giving me a long and proper kiss.

“This is not nothing. This is a lot. This is everything!” You grin, wearing my gift.

After all, it's a long chain, so you can put it from the head.

“I know you already have a beautiful pendant you never separate from…” I murmur, holding your hands in mine and that’s when you notice something.
Something you hadn’t noticed yet in these last two days - also because I’ve been extremely careful not to end up holding hands with you-.

Something like the large band aid around my left thumb.

“But.. Joe, what happened?” You ask, all worried.

“Uh, it’s nothing, just a little speed bump, but it was totally worth it.” I shrug, as you caress my cheek.

How lovely.

But I mean it. This little cut is really nothing compared to what I plan to do to my arm in a few days.
And I’ll do it just for us, Bronte, to keep us safe; because I don’t trust Kate.
She’s been too quiet for too long.
So if she’s planning something, I’m planning something as well, just smarter.

“But we were talking about your necklace..” I resume talking, but I don’t stop holding your hands.

“It’s one of my mom’s last gifts.” You explain. “But see? I can wear them both, one doesn’t hide the other.”

“You look amazing with that bubble, it enhances even more your mesmerizing eyes and…”

Out of the blue, you cry.

“Oh no, Bronte. Did I say something wrong?” I worry.

“No, Joe, it’s just that.. these last days, your excuses to get away, the fact you didn’t want to be disturbed, the way you isolated… I was so afraid you had decided to come back to Kate, or that you had met a prettier girl around and…” You flood me with your cute paranoia.

I hold you close in my arms until you calm down.

“Did you really think that I was… ? Oh no, Bronte, never.” I murmur, before taking your pendant to bring it closer to your face. “See? That black bird… it’s me and you’re the only sky I want to fly into.”

“Really?” You sniff and you’ve never been more adorable than this.

“I love you.” I whisper.

“And I love you, too. So, as it may be a sexy innuendo, I hope your bird will fly into my sky for a long, long time.” You rub my nape with your hand, before we kiss.

“What about another… flight?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Sure, but not in the cage this time.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, let’s go to our flat, share a long, sexy shower together and then… what about you tying me to the bed and doing anything you please to me?” You suggest and I almost drool.

“Anything?” I repeat, lured.

“Any.Fucking.Thing.” You make your point.

Well, if this is your reaction for a simple hand-made pendant… What are you going to do when I give you another kind of jewelry?
Let’s say an engagement ring.
And it’s going to happen soon.
After all, when you know, you know.

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THE END

Hope you liked it
Of course, all the stuff from second half of episode 9 on will never happen here and they'll live happy together forever.
Right? Right.
Just kidding. Anyway, even if they don't show it in the series, between the end of 5x8 and the begining of 5x9 there are days, maybe weeks and this could be a missing moment where Joe really gave Bronte that gift but she didn't wear that pendant because she was afraid to lose it..
Okay, I quit XD
More new stuff will come next days #sorrynotsorry
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