#Joshifer smut

[saltpepperbeard]

**REWRITE** These Words are a Lie ~A Joshifer Fanfiction~ Chapter Two

A/N: Holy moly does it feel weird to write that title again. But hello everyone! This may seem a bit odd, but trust me, this has been a long time coming. I was super hyped when I published chapter two back in 2015. Over the years however, the chapter has gotten uglier and uglier to me, the characterization/motivation just BEGGING to be fixed. And of course very recently, my writing motivation has returned home from war lol. So naturally, I FINALLY decided to rewrite this chapter as a fun little exercise!

I have to say that I’m much happier with how it turned out. It ended up longer than the original of course; no surprise there lol. But I’m really glad I did this, and I had so much fun diving back into the TWAAL universe again! (And yes the banner got a glow up too lol)

Disclaimer: This chapter contains strong language and explicit sexual content.

The original/old chapter two can be found here [x]

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And without further adooooo....

After a plethora of love-soaked reveries and heated dreams, I awake with a start. It takes me a moment to come to terms with where I am, come to terms with reality. The second I do, I’m met with a lifting relief and a crushing sadness.

The clock on the night stand reads 3 AM, and I’m still in my Berlin hotel room, Josh asleep in bed beside me. I’m so happy he’s here. His presence alone takes a giant weight off my shoulders. His presence alone hoists me away from all the bullshit I’ve dealt with for the past few weeks. It reminds me that life is hopefully headed in a simpler, happier direction, one where my ex isn’t constricting me.

Losing Nick however, and having Josh to fill the holes, unfortunately has problems of its own. Looking at him as my best friend, Josh does wonders with making me feel better. He always knows how to make me smile, always knows what to say, and always makes me feel like I’m home. I suppose he’s a little too good at making me feel better, because even to this day, he still surpasses the “best friend” title in my heart.

After everything we’ve been through, after all the twists and turns our lives have taken, I still long for him like nothing else.

The thought is amazing, but so incredibly frustrating.

I’m away from Nick, sure. But I wish I could undo even more. I wish I could go back to our first break up and never look back from then on. I wish I could go back to Hawaii and fully commit to who I’ve deeply loved after all this time.

But I can’t. The damage has been done. And now I’m stuck here in limbo.

A long sigh slips from my nose as I eye Josh in the darkness. Even though he’s turned away from me, he looks absolutely conked out, his body sagging heavily into the mattress. My expression shifts to a sad ghost of a smile as I continue to stare, the dreams picking back up even in my wakeful state.

What would it be like if Josh was lying in bed beside me not as my friend, but as my partner...

What would it be like if Josh and I had spent the night peppering each other with kisses instead of platonic hugs...

What would it be like if Josh and I had fallen deep into each other and fucked the night away...

I sit up a bit more with alarm, almost feeling ashamed of myself for having such a thought cross my brain.

God, I’m such a mess. My emotions and composure are really such a mess.

Any sane woman wouldn’t jump from guy to guy like this. Although, perhaps I never fully “jumped” from the start. Nick and I definitely weren’t in love weeks ago, months ago. Anything we did wasn’t even remotely genuine. What I’m thinking about Josh however...

I bite my lip and decide that a bit of fresh air might do me good. I definitely need to clear my head.

As carefully and quietly as I can manage, I roll out of bed and head out onto the balcony. The cool night air is instantly refreshing, and I greedily inhale deep lungfuls as I attempt to calm myself down. I focus on anything and everything that can distract me from thinking about the man still asleep in my bed. The Berlin traffic down below, the gentle whisper of a breeze in my ears, the sound of the sliding door opening behind me...

A bolt goes up my spine, followed by a slight sense of dread. Guess distracting myself isn’t in the cards for tonight.

Another sigh huffs from my nose, and I pivot to see a very sleepy Josh, still rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes as he steps on to the balcony with me.

“Hey...” he murmurs, his voice thick and raspy.

“Hey...” I whisper back.

“What are you doing up?” he asks, moving to stand by my side.

I chew my lip nervously, avoiding both his gaze and question as I turn to look over the city below.

“Just couldn’t...sleep I guess.”

Josh seems to consider this, a slight silence following my answer, before he continues.

“A lot on your mind still?”

“You have no idea...”

Another pause. And consequently, without either of us saying anything, my thoughts begin to whirl.

God, I wish I could tell him. I wish I could tell him everything, tell him the truth. I wish I could be perfectly open and honest with my feelings, and have everything work out just the way I want it to.

But I’m stuck. I’m trapped. And there’s no telling when things will come out.

I grasp the edge of the balcony, the metal cool against my fingers. Just when I’m about to truly spiral, a gentle hand against my back shifts things, if only for a moment. Josh rubbing soft circles silently comforts me, but then sends my thoughts reeling once more.

He’s such a great friend.

He’s such an amazing person.

He’s an absolutely perfect man.

God, I love him so much.

My grip turns so hard that my knuckles begin to white out, tears threatening to build in my eyes. I must tense up as well, because the hand against my back slows to a halt.

“You okay?”

I nod, but the moisture I was fighting to keep away ends up pooling in my vision.

“Jen...” Josh murmurs, his tone a bit more solemn.

Just like earlier, just like when he came into my room, he breaches the barrier of my composure. Because when I turn to look at him and open my mouth, all that comes out is a sob, followed by streams of tears.

This time though, he doesn’t say anything. His face falls, his mouth setting into a tight line, before he simply holds his arms out for me to fill. I do so without question.

He holds me tightly as I cry for everything I’ve lost, everything that could have been. Though I’m so incredibly fortunate to have him in my life, call me selfish, but I want more. I want all that he is.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he murmurs, breaking me out of my thoughts, “Everything will be alright, Jen...It’ll get better...”

I could cringe at those words, giving a few more sobs into his shoulder.

“I just want everything to be...simple for once, you know? I want everything to just...fall into place...”

He lets out a sigh against me, nuzzling his head against mine. He allows me more time to cry, more time to get my more extreme emotions out, before I can practically feel his demeanor change. He perks up a bit, his entire form running warm and sunny against my stormy attitude. When he leans back a bit, I cannot help but follow, pulling away a tad to catch his eye.

“Well,” he starts, and I cannot help but notice the twinkle in his gaze, “I don’t know if I can mess with how your life unfolds. Manipulating time and space wasn’t included in acting training.”

Despite my tears, I let out a snort, one that’s enough to bring out the crooked grin I’ve fallen in love with over the years.

“But I can however, at least try and make things a bit better tonight?”

He then reaches up with a hand to brush a few of my tears away, his thumb gently swiping across my cheek. It’s enough to bring my smile back, which only intensifies his.

“So since we’re already up, how about weeee order some food and drinks through room service, put on a shitty movie, and...stay up until things fall more into place?”

I laugh despite myself, despite everything still circulating around through my head.

“You’re an idiot, Joshy...It’s three in the morning...”

“I didn’t hear an answer,” he chuckles.

I give a shaky inhale, contemplating if it’s wise to interact with him more in such a state. But who knows; it might be beneficial to spend the night with him as a friend, and break myself out of the thirsting cycle I’ve got going on.

Anything’s better than lying awake trapped in my thoughts anyway.

So pushing my hesitance aside, I sniffle and return his smile.

“Yeah...Let’s do that.”

xXx

We go back into the room, and it isn’t long before we’re surrounded by various forms of alcohol, munchies, and movies. I’m quick to turn to drinks to numb myself, to white out my mind, getting buzzed faster than I planned to. While he initially gives me shit for using alcohol to cope, teasingly calling me Haymitch and what not, it doesn’t take Josh long to follow.

We laugh and talk, eat and drink, attempting to pay attention to the chosen movies as much as possible but barely doing so. The entertainment is more between us, a stream of drunken jokes and jabs pouring out of us.

It’s just what the doctor ordered, spending time with him like this. It’s just the two of us acting like idiots in their twenties. It puts me in my place.

Three turns to four, and four turns into five. Though the booze continues to run rampant in our systems, we begin to wind down a bit, flopping against the bed and trying to focus more on the television.

And just like usual, the whole friendship element begins to chip away, something far stronger attempting to win me over. Just when I happen to be at my utmost weakest as well.

In my state of growing mental and physical exhaustion, I find myself laying against Josh, my arm thrown messily across his chest and my head atop his shoulder. He holds me in a loose embrace, the two of us quieting down as we try our best to watch whatever’s on the TV.

“I needed this...” I murmur after a bit of a pause.

“I know you did. How are you feeling?”

“Reaaaaaallly good,” I reply, my voice clearly coated with liquor.

Josh snorts, before laughing a bit at my intoxicated state.

“Glad to hear it. Sorry if you wake up with a headache tomorrow, though,” he chuckles.

“Whatever. I was probably going to have one anyway.”

He chuckles a bit again, before snuggling closer and starting to rub my back once more. I let out a long breath and relax even further against him, getting lost in his touch and comfort.

A bit too lost I suppose, because before I can even process what I’m doing, I press a soft kiss to his chest, my lips brushing against his skin. It’s a silent thanks for everything. It’s a hint of my longing towards him. It’s definitely not how two friends should be acting.

My logic eventually catches back up, and a bolt of fear runs down my spine. God dammit, I’m slipping. I’m slipping something terrible. I can feel the alcohol washing away any and all self-control I may have. I can’t fuck things up for us. Not again. No matter how much I may want to, he’s my friend. He’s...

My argumentative thoughts are cut short by Josh’s hand stilling on my back. I hold my breath, wincing as I prepare for him to question my motives. Oddly enough, he does the exact opposite of what I expect; he leans down and presses a gentle kiss against my temple.

God, I love it. It sets me completely alight, warmth shooting from where his lips touched my skin to every nook and cranny of my body.

Josh and I have always been a bit more physically affectionate with each other. Platonic kisses have never really been out of the question. But with my current circumstances, in my current state of mind, a simple kiss takes me to a whole different state of being.

It rekindles my romantic thoughts. It makes me want to kiss him until the sun comes up, until the liquor runs dry. It makes me want to get locked in his embrace and never come out. It makes me want to smother him with all the pent up love I’ve been accumulating over the past few months, past few years.

And of course with love, stronger, more salacious thoughts are quick to follow...

My breath catches, soft shivers beginning to course through me. It’s like I physically have to hold myself back from falling victim and completely ravishing him. I have to aggressively restrain my impulsive side, my eager side, and hold on desperately to my more logical, calm thoughts.

But as the warmth spreads, it gets harder, and harder, and harder, and harder.

I have to come up for air, pushing myself up off of Josh and sitting beside him instead. I avoid his gaze for a moment, attempting to reign myself back in with deep, collected breaths. I’m almost about to leap off the bed and take some time to myself, to ensure I don’t do anything stupid.

When I chance a glance at Josh however, when blue looks into warm, wonderful hazel, I lose it. I lose everything.

His stare appears to be soft, loving, curious. And if I didn’t know any better, I’d almost say his pupils are quite enlarged, like he’s gazing upon me with the same desires...

I shut my eyes, trying so hard to hang on to whatever composure I have left. But I can still see him behind shut eyelids, and so I feel the last bit of willpower crack into pieces, a subsequent twitch rolling through me.

My breaths turn shaky, and I open my eyes so I can reach forward and cup Josh’s jaw, desperately begging him to help set me straight.

But he doesn’t. I don’t see any hint of confusion, disgust, or any other negative emotions really. He just continues to look at me with those enticing, handsome eyes of his.

“Fuck...”

My whisper comes out slightly pained, slightly ashamed. That doesn’t stop me from leaning forward though, everything directing me to get what I want.

“Fuck, Josh...” I whimper, almost in a sort of messed up apology before I pounce.

And pounce I do.

It’s like time skips forward; maybe we do have the ability to manipulate it after all. Because in one second, I’m still hesitating, and in the next, I’m crushing my lips to the mouth of the man I truly desire.

It’s heaven. It’s everything. I haven’t kissed him this way in so long. All of our more recent kisses have been for the cameras. I haven’t had him all to myself like this in what seems like an eternity.

It’s almost like my lips were made for his, gliding and sliding perfectly through them. His lips and stubble provide a wonderful mixture of velvety soft and scratchy gruffness that I grow all the more lightheaded, all the more eager to drink him in.

As I greedily kiss him however, as I suck and smack and coax, he doesn’t appear to be doing the same. And when I realize my actions aren’t being reciprocated, I snap a bit more to my senses, a slew of worry flowing through me.

He doesn’t want it. I was just convincing myself otherwise. I threw myself onto him without him feeling the same way. The alcohol painted lies and fed me with false hope.

I almost start to panic, and though it pains me to do so, I start to lean away to break our beautiful connection. Josh has always been one for surprises though; instead of letting me go, he finally comes to and chases after my mouth.

I could almost cry from his silent permission, the kiss entirely mutual now. And so I eagerly hop right back in, gaping against him and hoping he follows my lead. He does, joining me in the lascivious, messy, amazing kiss.

Our lips meet and clash in a continuous stream, like we’re just as desperate to get that forbidden taste from each other. When his hands reach up to frame my face, tugging me even closer to him, I cannot help myself; I begin to moan and whimper through each advance.

It was stupid to think that I would be satisfied by just a good make out session alone. Because sure enough, the deeper and deeper we kiss, the hungrier and hungrier I get. I quickly start to crave more, quickly start to want to connect with Josh in every way, shape, and form.

God, if I could fully have him tonight...

Caught up in the moment, in my emotions, in my intoxication, I need him. I need a taste of what could have been. I want to experience this with him before it’s all ripped away again; the universe never seems to bring us properly together.

So naturally, stubbornly, I want to take advantage of what’s happening here and now. I want to go through with what we’re both feeling.

Though every part of me is already on fire, my pelvis completely goes ablaze, raging the strongest of all. It practically takes hold of the rest of my body, leading me to climb onto Josh’s lap, straddling him as our kiss continues. He groans as I do so, but suddenly, he begins to slow down, not returning my advances as much.

“Josh...” I whimper against his mouth, breaking our seal to pepper his jawline with kisses and nips.

Again, he vocalizes, letting out a heavy sigh. But he doesn’t chase after me like I thought. He seems to still even more.

“Josh, I want you...” I whisper into his skin, solidifying my desires.

Another heavy sigh puffs from his lungs, and his hands creep up to my shoulders, pushing me slightly.

“I...I can’t...” he heaves.

My heart flips within my chest, and I quickly go back to kissing him, attempting to rekindle his spark.

“Shhh, you can...” I murmur into him.

“Jen...”

Now he chooses to be persistent. Now he chooses to stop us. He gives my shoulders a harder push, guiding me off his lap and onto the bed again. When I look into his eyes, I see the same pain, the same look of attempted self control, that I was showcasing earlier.

“No...We have to stop.”

I open my mouth to argue back, before floundering and biting my lip instead.

“It’s not a good time right now,” he continues, panting softly.

“Josh...” I start, stubbornly trying to keep things going, despite being well aware of the consequences, “There’d be no repercussions, no problems. And definitely no regrets from my end.”

“I’ve heard that before...”

My heart sinks into my stomach, his words transporting me back to years prior. When we were crazy for one another. When things were just as complicated. When we fell victim to such deep intimacy that we came out hurt on the other end.

A slight glaze of tears well up in my eyes. I just want him without problems. I want him freely. I want him without having to worry about a care in the world.

“Josh...Please, I...”

“Jen,” he starts again, cutting me off, “You’re not in a good head space right now. You need some time to process everything. I think we both do. So how about we just...take it down a few notches?”

I let out a shivering sigh, looking down and preparing to accept defeat. It’s at that moment though, that I notice a very telltale sign of arousal. There’s an unmistakable, definitely difficult to ignore bulge in Josh’s pants, the fabric practically tenting with his erection. I bite my lip, feeling myself clench down below. Josh must follow my gaze and read my thoughts, because I hear him inhale so sharply that it could cut right through the sexual tension.

Slowly, my eyes travel back up to meet his, the air growing hotter and hotter between us. We share a simmering stare, our eyes both swirling with dark lust. But Josh somehow manages to cut it off, closing his eyes and swallowing hard.

“No...” he groans, slightly shaking his head, “No...”

And proving that he’s the stronger-willed individual, he pushes himself off the bed, grasping the back of his neck as he begins to walk away.

“I just...Give me some time alone, okay?”

With that, he departs towards the balcony, leaving me alone, frustrated, and increasingly ashamed of myself.

“I’m...I’m sorry,” I attempt to say to him, but my voice comes out in a barely audible whisper.

I feel crushed. I feel sad all over again. It’s like a painful reminder that Josh and I will never be, were never meant to be together.

Before I can feel too sorry for myself and break down completely, I decide to go into the bathroom and shower. I feel like I need to wash all of this, wash all of my emotion, completely away. And I’m sure the warm water will feel soothing in Josh’s cold absence.

I walk into the bathroom and shut the door, not bothering to lock it behind me. I’m sure Josh will leave once he collects himself anyway. I strip away all my clothing, and pause for a moment to grasp the counter, eyeing myself down in the mirror.

My appearance matches what I’m feeling inside; disheveled, chaotic, and upset. I blow out a long breath and hang my head, cursing at how everything currently is. But I can’t control anything. I can’t do anything about it. So after a moment, I simply prepare myself to step into the shower. A distant call of my name freezes me solid.

“Jen?”

I can’t bring myself to answer him. I fear what follows will be something along the lines of “I’m leaving for the night.” And I can’t have that. I don’t want him to go. I refuse to believe I’ve messed up things further. I can’t.

My name leaving his lips draws closer, and closer. Even when he’s right outside the door, I bite my lip, unable to find the strength to reply. But to my surprise, he barges into the bathroom without caution, practically throwing himself into the room.

“J-...Oh, fuck...”

I can practically feel his stare, his eyes leaving small fires as he flits them over my bare form. Without the slightest bit of shame or embarrassment, I turn to face him, perhaps even flaunting my body a tad. And I find a very frustrated, very handsome, very hard Josh in the doorway.

I watch him curiously, and admittedly delight, as the last bits of his composure come crashing down. He practically falls against the wall, nostrils flaring, eyes squeezing, biting the back of his hand as he fights to the end. I can hear him groaning and letting out a slew of expletives, my heart speeding up as I watch. I reach out with my mind and figuratively wrap my flames around him, enticing him to come back on the same plane of passion.

“You...You drive me insane, you know that?” he grumbles against his skin.

“I know.”

He lets out a series of sharp breaths, before he finally makes eye contact again; but not without giving my nakedness another sweep.

“Dammit,” he whispers, “...No repercussions?”

My heart flips within me, practically skipping beats at his question. We’re so close to having each other. So so close.

“No repercussions,” I breathe, “I promise.”

“This is stupid...”

“Probably.”

He gives me one last look, and then I visibly see the final walls come down, his body slacking as he gives in to his wants a well.

“Fuck it; c’mere, Jen...”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I skate across the tile, my feet barely touching the floor as I rush to him. And in seconds, I’m eagerly pressing my body into his, locking us into another kiss. He moans and I capture it, before sending the noise back, mewling my utmost need. Having him like this, kissing him so deeply, feeling his erection pressing into me...

I instantly go lightheaded with lust, my body and mind a bursting firework of emotion and feeling.

He must want this as much as I do, because without really giving us time to kiss, he’s leading me backwards and out of the bathroom. I eagerly chase after him, continuing to claim his mouth as we go along, excitement and anticipation rushing through my veins.

We quickly weave back into the bedroom, and the moment we reach the bed, he pivots me so I’m poised against the edge, sitting against it. I’m immediately on the same page as him, and spread my legs wide open with a sigh, welcoming him to be as close as humanly possible. The air quickly perfumes with my scent, and I watch as his eyes roll, taking every bit of me in.

He takes my invitation and steps up between my legs, fiddling with his drawstring pants. In his desperation, our desperation, he pushes both his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his length to spring out.

I take a moment to appreciate him, sighing and smiling at how large he is, at how ready he is for me.

He returns the expression, grinning crookedly, dirtily. I watch with interest and admiration as he takes himself in a hand, pumping a few times with subsequent grunts from his throat. I take my bottom lip into my mouth, before brazenly taking him as well, wrapping my fingers around his length. He lets out a hissing noise through his teeth, which shifts into a groan as I tug him forwards, leading him to my entrance.

I rub his head through my damp, swollen folds, shutting my eyes and savoring the feeling. We both let out moans and gasps, before Josh takes over, giving a small thrust of his hips and nestling the tip of his erection into my depths.

“You want this?” he growls, “You really want-”

“Don’t talk; just fuck me,” I breathe, wrapping a hand around his neck and pressing him to get on with it.

A visible shudder rolls down his form, his eyes rolling slightly once more. When he doesn’t immediately take me, I give the situation more fuel by adding, “...Hard.”

And with that, he brazenly latches his mouth to my neck, and sheathes himself deep inside me with a strong, fluid thrust.

Instantly, I see stars. Just from his entrance alone, I already want to scream in pleasure, my body completely at his mercy. It is absolutely astounding, the difference it makes when I’m experiencing this with a man I truly adore. After years of waiting, years of wanting, it feels like nothing else I’ve experienced before.

Josh goes through with my request. He doesn’t give me time to process things. Right after his initial thrust, he takes me carnally, driving his pelvis into mine again and again. We both sing out our pleasures, utterly delirious with the feelings we’re granting each other. He stretches and pounds me perfectly, and I swallow him up and clench around him with equal precision.

It feels right. It feels so right. It’s like each thrust erases reality away, hoisting me to a place where it’s just Josh and I. It’s like each movement deep within is Josh taking me back, claiming me as his once more. It’s like each hard shove of his length slowly turns the tables back to Hawaii, erasing every trace of my ex and going back to a time where Josh was my only focus.

It’s extraordinary. It’s everything I’ve wanted for the longest time. I could live in it forever.

“Mmmm fuck,” Josh’s pleasured grunt sounds, breaking me out of my trance, “God, Jen...”

“Don’t stop...” I croon back in return, holding on to his neck and riding the force of his movements, “Oh God, Josh...Please don’t stop...”

He certainly doesn’t. If anything, he intensifies his thrusts even more, driving into me so hard that I’m forced to fall back against the mattress. He reaches down to hoist my legs up, grasping my hips to give himself more leverage as he continues his wonderful assault.

I’m writhing and screaming and tossing my head, completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving me. It must be equally as good for him, because he’s far more vocal than I remember, grunting and moaning and yelling my name.

I can feel my release approaching quickly, and for the first time, I don’t want it to hit. I want to prolong this moment as long as I can. I want to have him this close, inside and out, for the rest of my days. But unfortunately, our bodies dominate our minds, racing to orgasm even if we don’t want them to.

When I feel myself beginning to tense, I almost try to fight against it. When I feel Josh’s fingers atop my clit, coaxing me to race ahead of him, I almost want to slap his hand away. But damn if it doesn’t feel divine, his body working me straight to my glorious finish.

I’m overrun with pleasure so intense that I’m surprised my keens don’t break the lights. My entire body explodes with sparks and fire, shooting up from where Josh is touching me to every ounce of my being. My vision whites out, and for a moment, I really do feel like I’ve entered heaven.

But Josh is quick to ground me, just as he always does. I come back just in time to hear his final, cracking yell, before he shoves deep inside me and lets out numerous spurts of his release.

I lay on the bed in a wondrous daze, clenching tightly and swallowing up every last bit of him, like I’m fighting to keep a piece of him forever.

Completely satisfied, completely satiated, and completely exhausted, my eyes droop as the room fades from existence, practically floating on cloud nine. I don’t have the strength to stop Josh from slipping out of me, but he’s quick to fill the gap by flopping down on the bed beside me.

The two of us simply lay drunkenly together in post-coital bliss, the once chaotic room only filled with our quieting pants now.

I don’t think too hard about what we just did. I don’t take anything into consideration. I simply enjoy the moment, appreciating it for what it is.

When Josh crawls further up the bed to rest near the pillows, I lazily follow, nestling my bare, full body against him. He flops an arm atop me, and the moment I snuggle into his chest, it’s no surprise that a much needed slumber overtakes me, falling into a perfectly content rest filled with nothing but the man of my dreams.

xXx

Though I do indeed awake to a rather nasty headache the following, my body feels lighter than the pillows behind my head. I let out a long and content sigh, stretching my limbs and enjoying the warmth still radiating out to my extremities. What happened just hours before still feels like a dream to me, reality not fully sinking back in yet. Still halfway locked in my reveries, I reach out to caress the man beside me, hungering to continue and to never wake up from this.

But when my fingers dust across an empty, cold mattress, I do.

I snap awake, sitting bolt upright in bed. And when the sheets fall off my form, revealing my still-naked body, reality hits with an excruciating force.

Josh is gone.

Josh and I had sex last night.

Oh God.

Anxiety and dismay are both quick to set in. Though I vaguely remember us promising each other that there would be no repercussions, we were obviously too out of our heads to fully commit. Because we’re best friends. Two best friends who are still pretty much linked to other relationships. Two best friends who have been cut deeply by this same thing before.

Oh God.

I wanted it so bad. I wanted him so bad. And as messed up as I was last night, there was no stopping it. I hungered for that little taste of him like nothing else. But for what? Messing us up again? Messing him up?

Shame pours through my veins in droves, manifesting as tears that are quick to coat my vision.

“J-Josh...” I whimper out, praying that he’s in one of the other rooms, that he’ll reply to my call.

My suite is just as empty as my bed.

Moisture pours down my cheeks as I throw myself out of bed, slipping on a robe and searching around. My heart sinks further and further into my stomach the longer and longer I search, the hotel room feeling very much vacated. But as I pass by the window, I catch a glimpse that sends a sob of relief from my throat.

Slowly, cautiously, I open the sliding glass door and step out onto the balcony, next to a rather pensive-looking Josh. Though I’m so glad he didn’t leave, I can’t bear to look at him. I’m feeling increasingly guilty, all the memories and visions of last night pouring in one by one. It was mutual, yes, but I was the one who initiated it, the one who pushed it.

I can feel his eyes on me, his stare forcing more tears out of my own. He continues to look at me, and I know I have to say something. I know I have to apologize.

“We...We shouldn’t have done that...”

I hear his intake of breath, and still feel him staring, so I’m quick to continue, “I mean...I shouldn’t have done that...It was all my fault, Josh, I’m sorry...”

I wait for him to step in with his two cents. I wait for him to chip in with his eloquence and maturity. When I’m left with silence however, I cannot help but sob.

“Josh, I’m...sorry...I was way too worked up last night and....it just...got to me.”

More silence. I’m starting to think nothing I say will come even close to fixing the situation.

“Can...Can we just forget this ever happened?...Please?”

He lets out a long sigh, and finally speaks up, his voice hoarse and low.

“I think that’s easier said than done...”

My composure, as fragile as it’s been over the past couple of days, snaps right in half once more. My sobs pick up, audible hiccuping-noises sounding from my throat and visible shudders rolling down my body. Though my eyes are now shut from the force of my cries, I can practically feel Josh deflate beside me.

“Jen...”

I don’t look at him. I don’t move. A pair of gentle, warm hands on my shoulders however, coax me to do so, beckoning me into my favorite embrace. I’m still devastated, surely, but I feel immensely better that he’s hugging me. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and bury my face into his collar, continuing my weeps and never wanting to let go. To my utmost relief, he holds me back just as firmly, his hands rubbing soft circles against my back.

“I...I didn’t want to...” I hiccup into him.

“Didn’t want to what?”

“I didn’t want to...fuck things up again...for us...I was so...fucking stupid...I’m sorry...”

“You’re...”

I hold my breath as he inhales deeply and lets it out with another long sigh.

“You’re not stupid,” he murmurs, “I acted out of impulse too. I mean, I think it was pretty obvious that I was caught up in the moment as well. So we’re both guilty in that respect.”

My heart flutters a tad at his words, a hint of comfort trickling back in. Anxiety is still in the lead however, making my arms wrap even tighter around him, locking him into my embrace.

“Please don’t leave me...” I moan.

I feel his breath catch, before he hugs me closer as well.

“I’m not going to leave you...”

A particularly sharp sob sounds from me, and I feel one of Josh’s hands venture up to cup the back of my head, cradling me and rubbing his fingers soothingly against my scalp.

“Jen, I’m not going to leave you,” he murmurs firmly, “I promise.”

His words flood me his warmth once more, and I feel my sobs letting up a tad. I snuggle closer into him, nestling my face against his skin.

“I mean,” he starts with huff of laughter through his nose, “What’s a drunken fuck between two friends?”

I cannot help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, shaking my head at the both of us.

“God, Josh...Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

“Yeah, but I guess we’ve never been ones for being normal,” he huffs again, before his voice takes a more serious tone, “And it’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

I let out another puff of mirth, but my heart sinks again as his last words do. I chew my lip for a moment, before leaning back in his arms, meeting his eyes for the first time this morning. When I’m met with the usual gentleness, the usual warmth swirling around his hazel depths, I gain the strength to continue.

“You’re more to me than just...a rebound, by the way...”

His eyes search through mine, blue and hazel silently communicating.

“I didn’t just jump on you to forget Nick...There was more to it than that...I just...”

The truth poises itself on my tongue. The need to admit my true feelings wells up dangerously in my chest. But as per usual, it all crashes, my body deflating as the truth blips away once again.

“I don’t know...”

“Regardless of why it happened, what’s done is done,” he says, still continuing to rub my back, “So how about we just...try and look past this?”

I can feel my heart crack a tad at the missed opportunity. Another chance to be with Josh, gone, obliterated. But inwardly I know he’s right. Inwardly, I know we have to, for the sake of our friendship at least.

“It’s going to be weird...”

“Maybe at first,” he agrees, before I see that teasing glimmer in his eye, “I mean after all, I’ve seen my ‘annoying sister’ naked. And we ended up doing it. Pretty hard to look past that.”

“Josh!” I gasp, rolling my eyes with a groan that eventually shifts into a few huffy rounds of laughter, “Oh God...Why’d you have to bring up the fucking annoying sister thing again...I hate that. And you just made things worse.”

“No I didn’t!” he chuckles, “We’re from Kentucky. Totally normal.”

“Jesus,” I laugh, “You’re awful.”

We both laugh together, chasing the anxiety within away. It comforts me immensely that we’re still able to banter as we do, even after such a life-changing incident.

When we quiet down, smiling and gazing into each other’s eyes again, I have to proclaim at least something.

“You mean a lot to me, Joshy...”

His stare softens, his smile turning solemn and gentle.

“You mean a lot to me, too. There was no way in hell I was going to throw you away over a slip up.”

My smile must fade a tad, because he’s quick to add, “A mutual slip up.”

Tears well up in my eyes again, but they’re happier, relieved. Even though yes, I am still worried about the future, worried about if this will end up impacting us in any way, it comforts me tremendously to know that Josh is still by my side.

“Thank you...” I whisper, throwing myself back into his arms.

“You’re welcome...”

He inhales as if he’s going to continue, but instead settles on hugging me back in return.

I don’t think much of it, simply glad that we’re okay, that nothing erupted from our impulsive act of passion. As I continue to embrace him under the light of the rising sun, bathing in warmth and contentedness, I can finally feel myself starting to relax.

I guess things will be okay after all.

[mockingpanems]

A Startling Realization

Josh had no idea why he wasn't asleep. He glanced over at his phone dock, the time displaying quarter past one in the morning. It wasn't unusual of him to stay up late, but never this late. He was known to fall asleep merely minutes after his head hit the pillow. But yet he was staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom in his home in Beverly Hills. He had been like this for almost a whole hour. He had had a lot on his mind recently; the campaign in Iowa, new projects he wanted to work on, directing opportunities, paying for his brother Connor's college tuition, the list went on and on. Sometimes he wondered about her. Not Claudia. Her. Where was she? What was she working on? Was she seeing anyone? Did she ever think of him? What was she doing right at this very second? Probably something hot. He pushed these thoughts out of his mind and focused all his energy on trying to sleep. Which, he supposed, was not very effective considering he had been trying to for almost an hour. He needed to get rid of this energy. He was so eager to get rid of all this tension. But how? His hand subconsciously started playing with the waistband of his boxers. As soon as he knew what he was doing, he shot his hand away from under the sheets. No. He wasn't going to do this. But the thoughts started drifting in as he stared mindlessly up at his ceiling. The orange glow of a sunset over the beach, the wicker chairs outside on the deck, the weathered exterior of the beach house they shared. He knew what this was. He remembered. He saw her, as they laughed and walked into his bedroom within the beach house. They hadn't even bothered to take off the light layer of makeup from today's shoot. Hell, they were still in their wetsuits. He remembers how he stared at her lips all through the night as they filmed, and now that they were alone he was finally given the opportunity. He slammed her against the faded orange wall, but also making sure not to hurt her. He kissed her passionately, violently, hungrily. She suddenly turned around, breaking the kiss and finding the top of her zipper. She turned her head back and smirked at him. "Will you unzip?" She questioned him seductively. He hesitated. Somewhere underneath the passion and lust he had registered what he was about to do if he agreed to this. "Are you sure, Jen?" Jen giggled. "Oh Josh. I have been wanting this since the first time we kissed in the cave. Now, I figured since we were in one of the most romantic places in the world it would only be fitting to expose myself here." He recalls her expression changing from seductive to sad after she says this. "Unless... You don't want me. I  understand if you don't want to ruin this friendship we've had." Josh's mind started disagreeing with his body, as he felt the blood in his veins rushing down to his lower reaches, while his head was screaming no. "No, Jen. I don't want you. I need you." He responded, fitting since they had just come back from filming the beach kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise before her expression changed back to a smirk. "Well you better come get me... Hutcherson." She rolled out his last name on her tongue so quietly and enticingly that he couldn't stand it. He attempted to resume the kissing, but Jen's hand stopped his torso from coming anywhere near hers. "Remember. Unzip?" He didn't hesitate this time as his fingers found the silver zipper. He guided it downwards past her shoulders, her torso, her hips, all the way to the top of her butt. She sighed as she reached for the material on her shoulders, pushing it off and stripping down so fast he would have sworn he was back a few weeks ago shooting the elevator scene. There she was. She stood before him, completely bare, finally taking off her Katniss wig and placing it on a nearby stand. She ruffled out her own hair with her hand, and sighed again as she stared at him. "You look so good." He murmured, and she chuckled. She walked slowly over to him and went behind his back, finding the zipper of his own wetsuit and pulling it down. She grabbed the material on his shoulders and yanked it down, sending it past his knees and he kicked off the rest. She stood back up and grinned. "You look good too." She muttered into his ear. She slowly started kissing a faded bruise on his neck, one that never truly went away from the training. He had some tension in his neck from all the practice scenes he had to do, so her kisses felt extra rewarding. A sigh escaped his throat, and he could feel her grin on his neck in between kisses. They stood there for a few moments before he spun around, grabbing her hips and almost pushing her in front of him. She stared at him wide eyed, a startled look on her face. "Sorry. I just..." He loses his train of thought and kisses her instead of continuing. They get so lost in the kisses that they back up onto the bed. They attempt to get under the sheets, but they can't pull them down underneath the weight of their bodies. The struggle makes them laugh, and there's a brief moment of awkwardness until their efforts prove worth it. Her leg swings over him, and soon she is happily sitting on top of him, looking down into his hazel eyes. He can't help but stare at her cerulean ones, as she reaches up to his hair and pushes it out of his face. She leaned down and placed kisses all over him; on his forehead, his lips, his neck... Hell, she even started grabbing the skin on his ear with her lips. There he was, in one of the most beautiful and romantic places in North America with the most beautiful woman, a beautiful beach with a beautiful sunset just outside the door. He knew he only had one thing to do. She did too. He reached up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her close to him. They take a moment to playfully graze each other's lips and stare into each other's eyes before he kissed her full force. Nothing, not even the stresses of filming will make him stop now; unless she doesn't want to do anything. He's lustful for her, but not selfish. As the kisses grow deeper, he feels movement near his waist. He realizes that she is slowly starting to sway her hips to the rhythm that they kiss. He suddenly feels the urge to make the kisses quicker, and it in fact does seem like the movement of her hips is rhythmically identical to the movement of their mouths. He's not sure if she's doing it subconsciously or not, but regardless, he loves it. It's growing more intimate, but they take it slow. They have nowhere to go for the rest of the night. She wastes no time, however, as she leads him into her. They both shudder at the contact, and he freezes, suddenly remembering that he didn't plan for this. "Jen.." "Don't worry, we're fine." She hisses. "You sure?" "Just shut up and kiss me." She growls back, continuing the rhythmic movement she started before. He sighs and grabs the back of her neck again, pulling her down with him as he lets his head collapse on the pillow. He feels her hand hit the side of his torso as she stabilizes herself, her fingers digging into part of his anchor tattoo. They kiss and tug and curse each other's names, before finally finding euphoria in that blue bedroom in their rental home. He remembered that as they came down from their euphoria, the orange glow of the sunset radiating on them, he held onto her hand. This time as he came down from his euphoria, he had no hand to hold onto. This ensued a shocking realization. He had just gotten himself off thinking of his best friend. He went into his bathroom after composing himself, wiping himself clean all over his body. He felt disgusting, not really sure if he truly understood what he had just done. The memories; they were all true, but why were they keeping him awake? Why had they caused him to do that? He splashed water on his face after he cleaned up, taking a long drink of cold tap water. He needed to figure out his mind. He went back into his room and slept on the other side of his bed. No doubt he'd have to confront his thoughts tomorrow, but now he just wanted to sleep it off. It was going to be a long night.

[levisnchucks]

The Chances We Take - Part One

Josh just wanted Jen to relax.  And to assure her that they were strong enough to go the next couple of months without each other.  But what happens when the outside world comes crashing in to their little paradise?

Here it is, my first attempt at writing something longer than a wham-bam-thank you ma'am.

An anon requested a one-shot revolving around Morro Bay but my imagination ran away with the story.  Especially with some of the weirdness that followed.  And, voila, here we are.

Special thanks to lawrencehutchersonthings for being a big source for my research, jushutcherson for pre-reading and keeping on my ass about writing this (and the thousand other ideas I have!) and distractedbyjoshifer for the awesome banner!

Disclaimer: I don't know Josh or Jen (their loss) nor do I have any knowledge about their whereabouts other than what's been publicized.  This story should not be taken as my confirmation that I believe all the theories out there about this time frame.  It's simply a work of fiction that was created in the disturbing place that is my mind.

Happy Reading!

Rated NC-17 for smut and questionable treatment of popcorn

We needed this.  The grueling pace of Mockingjay promotion, the fatigue from being sick and then running head first into the Thanksgiving holiday had taken its toll on us.  Both of us were exhausted, run down and in desperate need of some time alone.

Christmas would be here before we knew it and that meant another separation wasn’t too far behind.  We’d have a few days around the new year to spend with each other but there were plans in place with friends so our time alone would be limited.  And then Jen was heading to Boston to film and I would be getting ready to head to Atlanta a few weeks later for my next project.

Jen played it off as best she could, and being the actress that she is, everyone bought her easy dismissal of how much it sucked for us to be apart for so long.  Everyone bought it, except me.  I could see through the mask that she was worried.  Her time with Nick had taught her that love was difficult and that long stretches of time apart could ruin everything.

I suppose I had reinforced that belief when we left behind what we had in Hawaii, and having never truly defined what we were, I fought off the loneliness with Claudia in my bed.

Whatever had happened though was in the past and we’d both realized that we could either continue to tiptoe around whatever this was between us or jump in and see where the current took us.  We tried to keep everything close to the vest but I know that anyone who was paying attention during promotion could tell what decision we’d made.

Remembering Jen going on about some cottage in Morro Bay that one of her friends had told her about, I managed to find the rental information that she had bookmarked on her laptop last week.  It was a long shot, but fate was smiling on us and it turned out that the cottage was available to rent when I needed it.

It was dark by the time we’d made the long drive up from LA and neither of us had the energy to do anything more than throw ourselves onto the couch and watch a movie.

The light from the television casts a soft glow across our bodies.  I look over to Jen and marvel at the way that she can still throw her head back in boisterous laughter despite having seen Dumb and Dumber a million times.

She’s lying on the sofa, her back propped up slightly against the throw pillows and her long legs stretched across my lap.  The bowl of popcorn she insisted on is resting on her stomach. 

I watch as Jen scoops up a handful of the buttery snack.  There’s absolutely nothing ladylike in the way that she shovels it into her mouth and the way her cheeks puff out from being stuffed.  But it makes her real, more real than any of the girls I’ve dated before.

And when her tongue darts out to lick the butter that’s glistening on her bottom lip, I feel my dick twitch in my jeans.

She presses her thumb to her lips to lick the butter and salt off when her gaze turns from the movie to me.  I dart my eyes away in an attempt to not be caught staring.

A quiet chuckle escapes her lips and I chance a look back in her direction.

Jen raises her eyebrows and runs her tongue up the length of her index finger.  It’s slow and tantalizing and when she reaches the tip, she wraps her lips around it and sucks hard.

“You’re a fucking tease, Lawrence,” I mutter, shifting to try and relieve some of the pressure from my growing erection.

She releases her finger with a pop and a playful smile crosses her lips.  “Oh, well, if you don’t like that, I’ll just go back to my snack.”

As I voice my objections, Jen scoops up another handful of popcorn and pops it into her mouth.  Whatever it was that I was saying is forgotten as I watch a piece fall from her lips and slide down her chest, disappearing below the neckline of the loose shirt she’s wearing.   I’m suddenly envious of a fucking piece of popcorn.

My pulse is racing and my mouth has gone dry.  Sitting up, I take one of her legs and shove it against the couch.  Turning my body towards her, I move up so that I’m hovering above her.  She swallows hard and she’s fighting to keep her breathing even.

“What are you doing,” she whispers, anticipation evident in her voice as I toss the bowl to the floor.

“Seems you have a rogue piece of popcorn.  Unless you were saving that for later.”

I hook my finger on the neck of her shirt and pull it down, exposing the few freckles that dot her skin and the valley between her breasts.  Resting just above the lace trim of her bra is the offending popcorn.

“Maybe I am.  It’s a long walk to the bedroom, might get hungry.”

“Mm, too bad,” I say. 

Tracing my tongue along the top of her bra, I flick my eyes up to see her wearing her signature pouty face.

“I suppose I can share,” I mumble against her skin.

Taking a bit of the popcorn between my teeth, I drag it up along her skin.  I can hear her heart as it pounds violently against its cage.  As I reach her neck, she lays her head back and I continue up until I reach her mouth.

Running the popcorn across her lips, she parts them and takes the other side of the popcorn between her teeth.  I release my hold on it and watch her wrap her tongue around the rest of it to pull it into her mouth.

I groan and slant my lips over hers.  She tastes of butter and salt and I’m desperate to taste more of her.  My hand is still on her chest and I pull down one of the cups of her bra.

Our tongues continue to swirl and taste each other as I palm her breast in my hand.  I flick my finger over her peaked bud and she bites my lower lip.

Tearing my lips from hers, I start trailing kisses down to her chest.  Jen gasps when I nip at her skin in between kisses.

My mouth reaches its destination and I run my tongue around her nipple.  Her hands move to my head and grab my hair.  Sucking her fleshy mound into my mouth, her back arches just slightly and I can feel her moan vibrate in her chest.

I move my hand down to the hem of her shirt and push the fabric up.  My lips abandon their previous ministrations and blaze a path down the smooth skin of her toned abdomen, stopping only when they reach the waistband of her leggings.

Jen is staring intensely at me with her bottom lip sucked into her mouth.  I press my palm to her center and feel the moisture soaking through.

“Josh,” she moans as I apply pressure.

“Fuck, Jen,” I moan in return.  “You’re soaked.”

She bucks her hips slightly to increase the pressure and whimpers.

Sitting back on my heels, I place one hand on each of her hips and tug down the leggings.   Throwing them carelessly to the side, I lean forward again.  Jen’s still struggling to keep her breathing even and her chest bobs up and down in quick succession.

I flash her a cocky grin before taking the edge of her panties between my teeth and dragging them down to her knees.

“Oh God,” I hear her breathe out.  Jen starts pulling her legs up while I slide my hands down and free her from the panties.

I lean in again and use my shoulders to spread her knees further apart.  The sofa is small and the space is cramped.  I flip one of her legs up over my shoulder to give us a little more room.  Even with that though, I’ve got only a small amount of room to work in and with the pressure my jeans are exerting on my throbbing cock, I know that this needs to be quick.

The taste of salt and butter is still in my mouth and it mingles with her sweet taste when I drag the flat of my tongue through her folds.  It’s an amazing taste and I know I will never get tired of it.

A few flicks against her clit send Jen writhing.  Her thighs clamp shut around my head and I feel her tug at my hair.  I can hear her muffled shouts and feel her free hand punching against the cushions.

Jen bucks her hips up a few times as I suck on the swelling nub.  On the last one, her back stays arched and her body tenses.  She goes still and I work to lap up the evidence of her orgasm.

Her legs relax as she rides out the last of it and I pull back.  I can’t stand the pain of my jeans pressing against my erection any longer and I quickly fumble with the buttons to get them undone.

The sofa isn’t big enough and there’s no way we’re gonna make it to the bedroom at the back of the cottage.  I step off from the couch and start tugging down my jeans and boxers.

“Jen, sit up.”

Jen opens her eyes and nods her head.  She sits up and gets onto her knees.  I grab her face roughly between my hands and kiss her hard.

“Turn around and lean on the back of the couch.”

I finish stepping out of my clothes while she positions herself.  It’s not really how I’d like to do this.�� I prefer to be facing Jen so that I can watch her lips form a perfect o shape and her head press back into the pillow when she climaxes and falls apart, but we don’t have many other options at the moment.

Grabbing her hip with one hand, I take a hold of myself in the other hand and run the tip along her center.  She moans into the couch and I slide into her warmth.

The way she feels around me is just as amazing now as it was the first time.  I pull back and snap my hips forward causing us to both moan in pleasure.

I’m desperate to hold on long enough to make her come again but I’m beyond worked up.  My hand snakes around and finds her clit.  I start rubbing tight circles around it and her whole body starts to rock back and forth.

Jen is cursing into the couch cushions and I watch her clench her fists around as much of the fabric as she can.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she chants.  “I’m so close, Josh.”

“I know.  Me too.”

I thrust a little harder, pushing deeper into her than before.  Jen pushes back against me and we reach a frenzied pace.

Jen presses her mouth into the cushion and screams into it, tightening around me and sending a flood of warmth rushing around my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I grunt as I thrust one last time and spill inside of her.

When the pulsing subsides, I lean forward and pepper her back with light kisses.  We’re both trying to calm down and the only thing that can be heard in the small room is our labored breathing.

I pull out and turn to flop down on the sofa next to Jen.  She’s still clutching the back of it like it’s a life preserver and she’ll drown if she lets go.

“Damn,” she says as she turns to look at me.

“Mm, mmhmm.”

Jen pushes up from the back of the couch and turns, throwing herself down next to me.  “Such a waste though.”

“What?”

“The popcorn.  Seems such a waste to have just thrown it on the floor like that.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Jen?  We’re probably gonna have to pay to clean this couch and you’re worried about the popcorn?”

“Hey, I’m very attached to my snack foods!  You’re lucky that wasn’t Doritos or you’d be in a shitload of trouble mister.”

I turn my head to look at her and raise my eyebrows playfully.  “And being in trouble would be a bad thing?”

“Ugh, keep it in your pants Hutch,” she groans.

“It’s a little late for that,” I counter.  We both laugh and rest our heads back against the sofa. 

A quiet settles over us and after a couple of minutes, I feel her hand find mine.  The exhaustion from the long drive starts to settle in again as the post-sex high fades.

I squeeze her hand and she returns the gesture.  “We’ll worry about this in the morning, let’s get to bed.”

Jen nods in agreement and together we make our way down to the bedroom.

The sun is streaming in through the window and warming up my face.  I’m still tired and the idea of getting up now is horrible.

Throwing an arm over my eyes, I groan,  “Jen, close the curtain.”

No response.  I take my elbow and nudge the spot where her body should be curled up in the bed but there’s only empty space there.

Damn it.  If she’s awake then my window of sleeping time is shrinking fast.

As if taking a cue from a script, I hear Jen walk into the room.  Moving my arm down just enough to open my eyes, I see her approach the bed.

“Get your ass out of bed,” she chirps and smacks my hip with the back of her hand.

“Ugh, ten more minutes, Jen.”

She’s making her way back out of the room when she yells back, “Don’t make me dump ice water on you.”

I groan and cover my eyes back up.  She’ll fucking do it if I don’t get moving.

The sun’s up and we have the day to ourselves for the first time in I don’t know how long.  I kick off the covers and force myself out of the bed.

After cleaning up the living room and having breakfast, we decide to explore the property.  It’s surrounded by water on three sides and pretty private, one of the reasons that Jen was so drawn to it.

Some kayaks are resting on one of the banks along the inlet.  It’s too chilly out to consider swimming, not to mention that the water is probably even colder.  But we could absolutely go kayaking and stay relatively dry and warm.

We pack a lunch and head out to explore the area a bit more.  An hour later and we’ve pulled the kayaks onto the shore of the Morro Bay State Park.  It’s the middle of a week in early December so there’s relatively few people around.

In the shadows of Morro Rock, Jen and I share our lunch tucked up on one of the sand dunes overlooking the bay.  The breeze is a bit cool and I see Jen shiver, despite the layers she has on.

Packing up what little is left of our meal, I take the small blanket from under us and wrap it around the two of us.  Jen shivers again and her teeth chatter ever so slightly.

“If you’re that cold, we can head back to the cottage.”

 “It’s fine.  I’m not ready to go yet.  This is too peaceful to give up.”

My eyes sweep back out over the vista in front of us and I know just what she means.  There are some great views scattered amongst the Hollywood Hills but those areas are always swarming with tourists.  It’s difficult back home to just sit and take in the views when everyone knows who you are.

Jen rests her head on my shoulder as I pull her closer.  I press a kiss to the top of her head and hear her sigh.  We both needed this, but I think she needed it more.

Kayakers and boats drift by below us and we get lost in the serenity of it all.

“I love you, Josh.”

I put my hand under her chin and tilt her face up to mine.  Leaning in close to her, I whisper, “I have loved you for so long and still do.”

The gentle, tender kiss soon starts to build into a passionate clashing of lips, tongues and teeth.  Jen crawls into my lap and my arms wrap around her to press her closer to me.

Her hands are pawing at the zipper of my jacket when a surprised squeal stops us.  Our lips still against each other, both of us knowing that neither of us made that sound.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.  We didn’t think anyone knew about this spot.”

Fuck.

I turn my head and see a young couple standing just a couple of feet away from us.  The woman’s cheeks are flushed red and the guy looks away sheepishly.

“It’s okay.  We probably need to get going anyway,” I say, looking back at Jen.

“Don’t leave on our account,” the woman insists.  “Please, I’ll feel worse than I already do.”

The guy scoffs at her comment.  “She really will and then I’ll have to hear about it for the rest of the day.”

“It’s fine, really,” Jen says.  “We shouldn’t have been dumb enough to think that no one else would find this spot.”

“Well, most people wouldn’t find it, to be honest.  You have to kayak to just the right spot and then be willing to climb that dune.  If you guys didn’t know about this spot before, then you were just really lucky in finding it.”

Taking a look down to the water, I see two kayaks just down shore from where we left ours.

Jen’s moved from my lap at this point and is wrapping the blanket back around herself.

I look back at the couple as they tell us about how they discovered the spot when they were out on a date and the guy got them turned around and she started panicking when they realized that they had no idea where the hell they were.

“And then Mr. Romantic here brought me back to this spot to propose,” the woman gushes.  “That was two years ago today, so we wanted to come back to our spot to celebrate.”

I try not to conjure up the mental image of what their celebrations were going to consist of and I hear Jen try to hide the snort that escapes her.  Many of the girls that I dated before did that whole it’s-the-anniversary-of-when-you-first-looked-at-me crap and expected me to remember every date that signified something to them.  Not Jen though, she hated that shit and I just knew she was fighting hard to not roll her eyes and laugh.

“That’s sweet,” I manage to say without sounding condescending.

“Oh my gosh, where are my manners?  I’m Julie and this is Bryan.”

Jen and I glance at each other knowing that there’s a good chance they know who we are and we won’t be able to get away with giving aliases.

Standing up, I reach my hand out to Bryan.  “Josh.”

“It’s so nice to meet-“, starts Julie.  Jen has stood up now, too, and the hood of her sweatshirt has fallen back.

There it is.  That look in their eyes.  The one that people get when they put two and two together and realize that I’m that Josh or that she’s that Jen.  This should be fun.

“Oh, oh,” she stutters.  “Wow, you’re you.  I mean, you’re Josh and Jen.  Well, you know that already but, oh my gosh.  Oh, I love your movies.  You guys are so great together.  And now I’m rambling.  Oh, gosh.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I chuckle.  “Thanks?”

“Honey, I think you’re embarrassing them.”

“Gah, I’m sorry.  This is just really exciting.  And I really am so sorry that we interrupted you.”

I watch as the memory of what she interrupted comes back to her and she covers her mouth.

Double fuck.

Jen must realize it too because she quickly jumps back into the conversation. 

“Please, don’t say anything to anyone.  No one knows yet.  And we’d like to keep it that way for now.”

Bryan shakes his head.  “Yeah, of course.”

I hear Jen sigh and I wrap my arm around her waist.  “Thanks man, that means a lot to us.”

“No problem,” he returns.  Julie shakes her head in agreement and tries to control the look of excitement on her face.

Deciding that we need to get out of this soon, I glance down at my watch.  “Oh, shit.  Is it really that late?  Jen, we need to get going if we’re going to make those reservations we have for dinner.”

I pinch her waist just slightly to let her know to play along.

“Yes, we do,” she exclaims.  “You’re still on my shit list for making us late to last night’s dinner.”

Grabbing the blanket and small backpack from the sand, I look back at the couple. 

“And that’s one list that you don’t want to be on.  It was really nice meeting you, but we gotta run.”

We shake their hands and turn to make our way back down the dune.

“Wait,” yells out Julie.  “Before you go, can we get a picture with you?”

Jen eyes me nervously.  It’s not ideal but really, they already know about us and could talk to the tabloids if they wanted to.  They’ve seemed genuine enough and at least had the decency to ask us.

“Um, sure,” I reply.  “But is it okay if it’s with just me?  Jen hates having her picture taken and since we’re not public yet, I’m sure you can understand us not wanting to risk it.”

“I’m just so excited to have met both of you; I’ll take whatever I can get!”

I drop the bag and blanket back on the sand while Julie hands her phone over to Jen.  We position ourselves along the ridge of the dune with the bay behind us.  Jen snaps two pictures and shows them to the couple.

Julie squeals again in what I’m assuming is approval when she looks at the pictures.

“Thank you so much!  We really do love you guys!”

“Not a problem,” I say.  Jen’s grabbed the bag and blanket and I wave to the couple as we make our way back down the dune.

I can tell she’s nervous and some of the anxiety has started to set back in.  I rub her back as we walk along the shore to the kayaks.

“It’ll be fine, Jen.  We’ve gone out before and had to take pictures and nothing’s happened yet.”

“Exactly.  Nothing’s happened, yet.  God, why can’t we go anywhere without having to worry about stories or pictures of us ending up in the rags?”

“We knew this wouldn’t be easy when we decided to move forward.  But there’s risk in everything, Jen.  I’m not willing to just sit at home all the time out of fear that somebody might see us.  It’s the chance we take and it might end up biting us in the ass, but we have to take them.”

Well, there it is, Part One!  Hope you guys enjoyed it and want to read Part Two.  The goal right now is to post that next Tuesday night.  Thanks for reading and please feel free to let me know what you think of the story so far!!

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I managed to fix the links on my fics page, I honestly didn't know they weren't working.

They were working when I posted the second part

They are two parts of a joshifer smut fic.

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So I finally kind of have a “free night” tonight, and consequently I’m in a Writing Mood™. Only problem is, I don’t really know what exactly I want to write lol. So with that being said, care to shoot me some Joshifer/Everlark prompts and see if anything strikes my fancy? Joshifer is relatively free game, but with Everlark, I’d of course like to continue my trend of canon-compliant/post-MJ works!

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What kind of smut you got laying around 👀👀👀

👀👀👀👀👀

I meaaaaaan it’s super old stuff lmao. Like I’m pretty sure I wrote it back when I was still in the process of writing TWAAL if that’s any indication. It’s been sitting unfinished in my drafts for YEARS, man. But it’s probably some of the spiciest Joshifer I’ve written to date, becaaaauuse like-

“You like that?” he murmurs in a tone that sends my eyes rolling, “You like that, Jen?”

and

“Fuck me,” I whisper, blue intertwining tightly with hazel, “Fuck me, Josh. I need you so much right now, baby.”

are just a few examples of the dialogue that was happening lmao.

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I like that you're gay and I support you.

Well this was definitely a pleasant surprise lol! Thank you for that, anon; I’ve kind of been wondering how all my followers/visitors have been taking it honestly. Since, you know, I was giving into that sweet sweet heteronormativity when I first joined the fandom lmao. So now that I’m more myself/more comfortable, it’s very reassuring to get that support xxx

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andthisisthewonder replied to your post:I love that you are responding to my tags in your...

gdi I saw your tags before I saw her outfit and now sexy maid is all I see lol

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Reunited and It Feels So Good ~A Joshifer One-Shot~

A/N: Why hello there everyone! Ready to dive back into the dumpster with me? Between missing these two idiots immensely, and having a major writing itch pop up out of nowhere, I decided to open up writing prompts. And when this one appeared in my inbox, I knew I had to tackle it; mostly because I was already thinking about writing something similar lol!

So after a bit of summer storminess, I had just had to get trashy again! I hope you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: This fic is essentially all contains smut/NC-17 related material.

And without further adoooo...

Reunited and It Feels So Good

I’m shocked by how tired I feel, how utterly drained my mind is. I’ve flown the red eye multiple times. I’ve followed grueling interview schedules. I’ve worked for fifteen hours straight. And yet nothing compares to the fatigue that’s crushing me to the ground.

It’s astounding what weeks of poor interaction paired with intense longing will do to a person. I practically feel comatose, locked up on my bed in a dazed stupor.

But thankfully, comas aren’t always infinite. There are some things that can slowly guide sufferers back to life.

And my particular saving grace happens to illuminate my room, a single notification flashing on my phone.

“Come over.”

As I process those two words, as I hear them in her voice, it’s like all my moping is forgotten. My iced over limbs thaw out. The weight rolls off my chest. Positive emotions peek out from where they’ve been hiding these past weeks.

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. She doesn’t even have to elaborate. Because I’m walking out into my garage without a second or text more.

This is how I know. This is how I know who my heart belongs to. I’m being drawn to her. Without really even having to think, I’m straddling my bike and putting on my helmet to go to her. I’m subconsciously seeking out my other half.

The distance between us is shorter than usual, but it’s never felt longer tonight. Twenty minutes is usually nothing, but it seems like the muggy LA air is slowing everything down.

The thought of her keeps me determined though, keeps me focused. The feeling of her lips pressed against my neck...The warmth her embrace provides...The melodic heave of her laughter...The unique sweetness of her kiss...

Fuck, how did I ever make it without her. How did I ever survive being quite literally torn away from her.

Whatever; it’s not important now. Nothing even matters anymore. Any and every bad thought that was leeching on my brain seems to melt away as I pull up to her drive.

I feel like I’m on air- cloud’s nine perhaps- as I dismount my bike and stride up to her door. And I guess my half was just as lost, just as desperate, because she opens the door and pounces before I can even knock.

I was expecting a strong reaction from her, sure. Nothing unusual there. Just the timing that took me by surprise.

And stole my balance in the process.

Between the force of her body slamming into mine and not being prepared, I tumble backwards, taking her down with me.

“Fuck!” I hiss out, the impact of the concrete shooting up my spine.

But like she soothed me mentally before, the feeling of Jennifer lying atop me, the feeling of her in my arms, depletes anything even remotely close to pain. Not to mention her beautiful giggles are contagious as hell.

“The hell, Josh? Did you lose all of your muscle mass or what? I know I’m not that fucking heavy...”

“Nice to see you too,” I groan with a smile, leaning my head back against the pavement, “I don’t remember the scene going this way, though. Wasn’t there snow or something before or...?”

Jen laughs even louder, throwing her head back and singing her staccato mirth into the night.

“...Because I don’t remember it being that fucking painful!” I continue, joining in with her laughter.

“You’re an idiot,” she says, connecting her shimmering stare with mine, her entire face lit up with her beam, “And I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.”

She then lets her mouth do the talking, but in the more non-conventional way; by crushing it to mine.

God, nothing compares to her kiss, especially when I’ve been thirsting for it like I have. The gentle suction she creates. The velvety caress of her lips. The puff of her contented sigh against my skin. The tickle of her tongue begging for more.

It’s everything. She’s everything.

And then in an instant, it’s taken away. Only partly this time though; just our lips separate as opposed to our beings, Jen smiling down at me again.

“I’ve missed you too, baby. God, I’ve missed you. You have no idea...”

“Actually, I might,” she chuckles, bringing her face closer, “Just a tad...”

She gives me another kiss, more of a tease this time, ending with a tug of my bottom lip between her teeth. I let out a moaning sigh as she releases me, and she gives me a fading smile in return.

“You’re not actually hurt are you?”

“No,” I laugh, running my hands up and down her back, “No no. I’m...more than okay right now.”

Her grin comes back full strength, and she giggles a tad more before peppering my face with kisses.

“Good,” she murmurs in between pecks, “Because I definitely have plans for tonight.”

A practically foreign heat travels through my core, igniting a response between my legs.

“Yeah?” I growl, my smile turning smug.

“Yeah,” she says, bouncing her eyebrows before pulling us both into another kiss.

This one’s deeper than the last two, more intense and more passionate. As soon as our mouths collide, she’s right there with her tongue, prodding and tracing and sending shivers down my spine. I fall agape a bit more, and she takes the invitation without hesitation.

Her tongue dabs against mine between the breaks of our kisses. I attempt to draw her in even deeper, sucking enough to draw a whimper from her throat.

It resonates through me, and chooses to settle in my boxers, adding to the ever growing hardness there. Jen must take notice, because she immediately snags the opportunity to drive me all the more crazy for her.

She begins to rock against me, grinding her pelvis particularly hard against mine. The hissing breath that escapes through my teeth eases our lips apart, an expletive shortly following.

“Fuck...”

She gives me something of a smirk, and leans down to ghost her reply against my mouth.

“Planned on that, yes,” she snickers, “Was it that obvious? How did you know I didn’t just want to order pizza and watch movies?”

I snort, playfully rolling my eyes before leaning upwards to latch on to her collar bone, coaxing out a sharp gasp.

“I just know you that well,” I say between my nibbles and sucks, “And watching movies with pizza almost always turns into...this...anyway.”

“Can’t argue with that,” she breathes, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Hmm?” I hum into her skin, my voice muffled as I venture up her neck.

“Pizza is good and all...But it doesn- shit...” she cuts off as I nip just below her jawline.

“Yeah?”

“...It doesn’t taste as good as this feels,” she continues with a heave, writhing slightly on top of me.

I come to a grinding halt, my lips falling to rest as I gape slightly against her skin.

“Whaaattt? Am I at the wrong house? Jennifer Lawrence didn’t just say that, did she?”

She lets out a round of snorting giggles, before pushing on my chest with both hands, laying me flat against the concrete once more.

“Shut up, Josh. God. That was a compliment.”

I return her laughter, reaching up to gently frame her face and pull her close for another kiss, one we both moan softly into.

“So yeah, shut up. Please. I want you. I need you,” she whimpers when we pull apart.

The smile on my face turns smug again, my eyes rolling before they flutter shut.

“Maybe you do know how much I missed you,” I sigh, my glazed over stare coming back into view, “It was so torturous to not be able to do this-”

I pull her in for a quick, hard kiss.

“...or this-”

My hands leave her face, journeying down her body to give her ass a squeeze.

“...or this-”

One hand stoops even lower, giving a firm stroke between her legs, touching her through her sweats. I cannot help but bite my lip at the substantial amount of heat already radiating from her, my burgeoning erection stiffening even more to match.

I watch as her face contorts in pleasure, her mouth falling open to let a soft cry out. She jerks back against my hand, her body seeking my touch, seeking me, without thought.

We’re being drawn to each other yet again; two perfectly matching puzzle pieces just begging to be joined.

“Yeah,” she exhales heavily, “I really did miss everything about this, about you.”

And with that, she proves her point further, bucking herself against my quickly tenting crotch. My mouth drops to release a moan, but Jen claims it before it can produce a sound, hushing me with her lips again.

She continues her rubbing, her teasing, the mixture of heat and sensitivity making me lightheaded. We release a chorus of whimpers and sharp breaths through our kiss, harmonized in voice and synchronize in movement.

My hands wander up and down her body, re-familiarizing myself with every delicious and beautiful curve, aiding with her movements as we rock each other harder and faster into the pavement.

The pavement.

My eyes fly open and I break the connection between our mouths, suddenly very aware of our location. I know we need to stop. Having sex on display for all her neighbors isn’t exactly ideal. But as the words fight to roll off my tongue, their advance is halted by a rival groan.

It’s definitely going to take every ounce of self control I have in my body. Because seeing the unadulterated pleasure written on Jen’s face, watching her attempt to get herself off, and feeling my own body chasing after her is just...

...Fucking difficult to put a stop to.

But somehow, be it the danger of the situation or the rock hard concrete digging into my back, I somehow find the will.

“Baby...” I rasp, trying to still her movements with a firm grasp to her hips.

“Ohh fuck,” she whimpers, her eyes remaining shut and her movements ever increasing, “I’m...I’m close, Josh...”

She grinds directly on my concealed erection, whimpering and mewling as she hits the perfect sweet spot. My eyes shut tightly at the feeling, biting down hard on my lip as I fight to remain present.

“Jennifer.”

I grip her shoulders tightly, stopping her all together. She lets out a sharp gasp and locks our gazes, her now midnight-blue eyes alight with confusion and annoyance.

“We’re still outside, sweetheart,” I chuckle weakly.

It takes a second, but I watch as realization washes over her face, the flush of her skin fading away to white. She scans our surroundings momentarily, before her mouth stretches in her theatrical wince.

“....Shit.”

“That’d make one hell of an article,” I say through my heavy breaths, continuing to laugh a bit.

“Oh God...” Jen groans, burying her face into my neck, “That’s the last thing we need......”

At the sudden cut in the action, I feel myself beginning to pulse painfully between my legs. I let out a few shaky sighs, worrying my lip between my teeth, knowing we have to continue this quickly. Elsewhere though; definitely away from prying eyes.

“Well...Can we move the first thing we need inside then?”

Jen’s head whips back up, her midnight-blue eyes staring hard into mine.

“Something had better fucking move inside...”

Though I let out a breathy chuckle, she doesn’t allow my laughter to continue. She’s quick to move, her hands locking around my wrists as she tugs us both up to stand. Her grip remains tight as she practically kicks her front door back open, dragging me inside after her.

And as soon as it closes behind us, as soon as the barrier to the outside world is sealed, I take it as my turn to pounce.

My hands pry themselves from her grasp, flying up to frame her face as I tug her into a salacious kiss. Hidden away and free to do as we please, I waste no time in driving her back against the closest wall, pressing every bit of me against her. I grow lightheaded, dazed, frantic with the need to connect us fully after being apart for so long.

I’m sure Jen feels the same way, and she affirms this by desperately moaning my name into my mouth. I capture her whimper, allowing it to fuel me, to light a fire within.

We’ll have plenty of time later to catch up properly, to focus on all the beautiful details that make our bodies tick. But for now, desperation is in the driver’s seat, the two of us far too parched to take things slow.

And when Jen arches her hips up towards me, both a silent invitation and plea, I cannot deny her. I cannot wait any longer.

Never wanting to break away from her, our kiss remains, but my hands begin to fiddle with my jean’s zipper. Jen must take notice, because she quickly brings her hands down to aid with the removal.

Our kiss grows sloppy and rushed, the two of us trembling and fumbling to reach the point we desire. It takes a bit of awkward tugging and pulling, but we manage to lower my jeans and boxers just enough to free my engorged erection. I let out a groaning sigh of relief, Jen a whimper, and then my attention locks completely on her.

The second my fingers graze the hem of her sweats, I can feel the shiver that rolls down her body in response, her sharp inhalation stealing mine. Though I unfortunately have to break the connections between our mouths, I make it up to her.

I have to follow her layers of clothing as I ease them off, so my mouth nibbles and kisses a trail down her beautiful body. She writhes and squirms under my touch, my name a breathy whisper on her tongue.

And when I finally pool her sweats and panties at her feet, when I finally have her completely exposed, the need to stand up and take her relentlessly could not be greater.

But I fight it, if only for a moment. Despite that the pulses between my legs are borderline painful, I pause. Because I just have to take a second to admire her. I just have to appreciate the view, appreciate her raw beauty. The sight of her, her scent, her warmth...

“Fuck, Jen,” I say with a shaky exhale, gazing upwards to give her a crooked grin, “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She shifts a bit on her feet, letting out a shuddering sigh. Her body tremors even more when I reach around to grasp the back of her thighs, pulling her core closer.

“I mean...I think it’s pretty obvious,” she heaves, her ebony-soaked stare eyeing between my legs.

I let out a breathy laugh, but laughter isn’t what splits the silence of Jen’s home. The statement she uttered is quickly chased away by a hoarse cry, her head lulling back against the wall as I bring my lips to her second pair for a torturous tease.

I nuzzle into her, allowing her to flood my senses while I ignite hers in return. I suck and kiss and lick, groaning at how utterly soaked she is, grunting at the noises streaming out of her like a song. Between the fact that she’s practically dripping with arousal and the soft scream she releases when I address her deprived, sensitive clit, any and all composure snaps.

“I’ll tell you anyway,” I growl, giving her one last lick and coaxing one last whimper.

I somehow manage to pull myself away from her. My tongue flicks quickly against my lips, savoring her taste for a moment more. Though my legs tremble something terrible, I stand back up. And before she can even question my absence, I use the previous grip I had on her thighs to hoist her up, drawing a sharp gasp from her swollen lips.

She scrambles to hold on to my shoulders and thread her long legs around my waist, staring deeply into my eyes and panting softly. I press her back against the wall for proper leverage, keeping a firm grip on her as I return the intense stare.

I angle myself so I’m just a breath away from entering her, causing Jen to bite her lip and release a moan that travels all the way down my spine. When I’m sure we’re both situated, when I’m sure we’re both ready, I murmur my declaration.

“You drive me absolutely fucking crazy for you.”

And with that, I drive into her in a single, strong thrust, sheathing myself deep within her. We both cry out at the intense feeling, relief and pleasure rolling off our bodies in waves. I fight to remain standing, it feels so good, so incredibly good to be connected with her in this way again.

But I don’t give it as much thought as I usually would. Desire overpowers affection. Thirst overrides gentleness.

So without giving her a single respite, I begin pounding into her, shoving her up against the hard surface behind her. Our pelvises slap hungrily together, harmonizing with our grunts and gasps, the entryway quickly becoming a sensual melody.

“Yessss Josh,” Jen moans, adding to the song.

“Crazy, Jen...You drive me so so crazy,” I growl, slamming into her harder, faster.

A heat begins to simmer in my stomach as I watch her tilt her head back, her eyes rolling up with the movement. With her neck perfectly exposed, my mouth is quick to latch on. Her skin is alive beneath my touch, every nibble equaling a ripple of shivers, every kiss increasing the pound of her pulse.

“I don’t know how I could stand...being away from you,” I grunt into her collar, “Because if it were up to me, I’d make sure I could...do this to you every night...”

Despite Jennifer panting heavily, despite her mouth hanging agape, she still finds the strength to reply.

“I...I love you...Oh fuck...I love you...”

“I love you...too, baby...” I manage to murmur against her, before she clenches tightly around me, causing my movements to stagger, “Goddamn!”

And in knowing that speech is essentially pointless at this point, likely turning into a mixture of garbled nonsense and expletives, I shut up and focus entirely on driving Jen into euphoria.

Tightening my hold on her, I begin to piston faster, and faster, and faster, until colors start flashing before my eyes. With every level of speed I surpass, Jen’s voice grows higher, until she’s practically squealing with pleasure. What was once a simple heat is now a full blown inferno, raging through my veins and lighting my stomach ablaze.

The fire threatens to trigger my release, but I fight against it. I fight as hard as I can. Despite my exertion, the sweat beading my skin and the tremors rolling through my muscles, despite my utmost need, the apex of my thighs tightening in warning, I fight.

No matter how much I need it, no matter how much my body is screaming out to let go, I hold Jennifer far above me. This is really about her pleasure, not mine.

So I pound into her until her nails are digging into my back. I pound into her until her keens bounce off the walls. I pound into her until I know she’s nearly there.

And when she squeezes tightly around me, her body coiling up and ready to spring, breathy words tumbling from her lips, I know I’ve got the absolute greenlight.

“Don’t stop, Josh...Don’t stop....Oh fuck, I’m gonna...J-Josh....”

Instead of answering her directly, I attempt to angle myself in a way that allows me to bump against her clit with each thrust, adding yet another powerful sensation to the intense mix she’s feeling. Thankfully, it takes effect almost instantly.

She arches. She stiffens. She goes still for a split second.

And then her body explodes with release, an intense quake firing off within her and sending waves down to the furthest tips of her extremities. Her entire form writhes against me as she rides her high, moaning loudly at every crest she hits. Her insides clench and release rhythmically, massaging me, our bodies working together to pull us over the edge.

She does just that.

Knowing she’s satisfied and I pleased her completely, I hone back on my own senses, removing the mental barrier and allowing the blaze to run its course. It only takes a few more thrusts, and I’m up in flames. I’m there right along with her.

A groan higher than my usual voice tumbles out as I begin to throb, sending out streams of cum. I hold deep inside Jen, our bodies providing each other with the utmost pleasure, the utmost intimacy and closeness.

She begins to come down before I do, drooping a bit against me and softly rubbing my back as my orgasm continues. I pulse and fill her a bit more, whimpering from the bliss of it all, before finally I step down too.

Jen’s forehead falls against mine, and we both pant heavily against each other, the room hot and blooming with our combined scent. I feel her shaking in my arms, and as exhaustion quickly begins to take over, I figure standing is no longer good for either of us.

I reluctantly pull out of her, hating to cut such beautiful contact between us. But I figure holding her close will make up for that. I slowly and carefully ease us both down on to the floor, pulling Jen into my lap the moment we’re situated. My arms snake around her body and I hold her close, gazing at her with the utmost love and admiration.

Again, she leans our foreheads together, slumping against me in utter fatigue. But as our eyes slowly drift back open, and as we slowly come back to our senses, smiles reflect on both of our faces. Followed by beams, and then by giggles.

We laugh breathlessly, giving each other little kisses and nuzzles in between, savoring this moment of closeness.

Or more importantly, savoring each other.

We don’t say anything to each other for an extended period of time. Either we’re too blown away, or too busy smothering one another with kisses and caresses.

But when I finally do reach the willpower to speak back up, it only gets us laughing even harder.

“So um...How have you been all these weeks?”

Our mirth rings out in the small hallway, laughing at the absurdity of jumping straight to sex without catching back up in the slightest. But hell, maybe it’s just our special way of doing so.

“Oh my God, Joshy,” Jen giggles, “Where the hell do our priorities lie?”

“In exactly the right fucking place...No pun intended,” I laugh.

Jen snorts with her staccato laughter, giving my chest a playful shove, before leaning forward to give me a deeper, longer kiss.

We frame each other’s faces, smiling through the connection, and I only break it to utter what I’m sure she already knows.

“I love you so much, sweetheart...”

The smile I get back in return makes all the tribulations of my career worth it.

“I love you too.”

As I hug her firmly, stroking my hands gently along her back, I feel the most contented I have in weeks. It’s like nothing even matters anymore. It’s like all the shit I went through is wiped completely from my memory. It’s like there’s no more stress in my world.

It’s just me, and the breathtaking, extraordinary woman in my arms.

“...Joshy?” she murmurs after a comfortable pause.

“Hmm?”

I don’t know why I always expect profound things to come from Jennifer’s mouth. After all these years, I should expect random comments and unfiltered content instead; the usual. But for some reason I don’t, and am completely taken off guard by what she asks, my boisterous laughter overtaking her question.

“...Can we actually get pizza too?”

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Birthday Girl - Joshifer Smut

Josh has a special present for Jennifer on her 25th birthday.

You can read this fanfic on AO3 now!

The link is here.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIFER LAWRENCE MY QUEEN I LOVE YOU <3

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Blow off Some Steam ~A Joshifer One-Shot~

Well hello hello! This is a bit of a surprise, isn’t it? Just a random one-shot popping up out of the blue!

But yes, after seeing so many unhappy faces and so many gloomy people in response to all the drama that has taken place, I figured a romantic, smutty one-shot of sorts was definitely due. So after taking a random idea and running with it, this little shot blossomed up quite quickly!

Also, though it doesn’t matter as much as shedding a little light on the fandom, this fic serves as a redemption of sorts. I’ve written about a certain...event that takes place in this story before haha, but goodness gracious me. Little Jotato obviously didn’t know what she was doing a year back. I think however, that this fic nicely takes its place, thankfully lol

Now then!

Disclaimer: This fic contains smut/NC-17 related material towards the end. Consider yourself warned (or...enlightened? lol!)

And without further adooooo-

Blow off Some Steam

I feel so close to falling over, so close to letting fatigue overtake me and passing out on the nearest flat surface.

I'm so rundown, so jetlagged, so tired, that I almost don't recognize myself in the mirror.

Last time I looked, my hair was sticking out in places, my eyes were drooping, and the bags beneath my lids put the cherry on top of my exhausted physique.

But she won't care. I know she won't care. And that's exactly why she's the first person I'm visiting since I arrived back in the states. She's exactly why I'm not asleep in a bed somewhere, instead trailing through a hotel in Boston to reach her.

I've missed her so much. God, I've missed her so much. The very image of her in the confines of my brain is enough to give me that boost of energy, that desire to reunite with her as soon as possible.

I can already see the sparkle her eyes gain when she laughs. I can already picture the way she smiles at me, warm, genuine, and affectionate. I can already taste her kisses, feel her caresses, drink in the warmth her body provides.

A bit of fatigue washes away as my heart begins to pump excitement through my veins. I'm moments away from hugging her, from kissing her, from laughing with her.

I smooth back my hair with a hand as I careen through the winding hallway, eyeing the room numbers as I go along. When I finally reach hers, a smile has found its way on to my face, and I give a few fast knocks on the door.

Thankfully, I don't have to wait at all; she must be eager to see me as well, because it seems like the second my fingers made contact on the wood, the barrier opened to reveal the beautiful woman behind it.

The moment I step into the hotel room, I'm in her embrace, her arms immediately snaking tightly around my neck. My eyes flutter shut, and I press my face into collar, the sweet scent of her skin flooding my senses.

I hold her, simply hold her, in complete silence, making up for all the time when I couldn't. It's always hard for us to separate, always hard for is to break away from one another. It equals anxiety for her and sadness for me.

But it only makes every reunion all the more precious, all the more worthwhile.

My lips gently press against any exposed skin I can find, and sweep up and down her neck.

"Josh," she finally sighs, her fingers hiking up into my hair and tugging softly, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby," I murmur against her, my stubble scratching teasingly along her neck, "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"I would hope so."

I chuckle, giving a single nip at the area beneath her jaw and drawing out a gasp in response.

"So we're not mutual in that respect? Gee thanks, Jen; glad to know I'm so important."

She shoves my chest with both hands, backing me away from her, and I grin.

"Oh shut up. You know I care about you, asshole."

"So endearing," I laugh, finally locking eyes with her, "I'm so touched by your eloquence."

"Aren't you always," Jennifer snorts, but surprises me by leaning up close again, nuzzling her nose against mine, "But I love you, Joshy. You know I do."

"I do know," I murmur, "And I love you too, Jen. So much."

Nothing more is said before our lips connect, and we both release blissful sighs at the contact.

Every kiss is so special for the both of us, because unfortunately, it's not the most common event. Between having to hide away from the media, and being split with our jobs, we're unable to be affectionate as we'd like.

So just like every time we meet, we treasure every kiss.

Together our lips glide and slide in a passionate dance, soft moans emitting from our throats. I ease my tongue out of my mouth, tracing the seam of her bottom lip and silently asking her for access.

As usual, she complies, gaping against me and allowing me to breach. In my tongue slides, meeting hers and swirling against it, reacquainting.

Jennifer lets out a soft moan, and grasps the back of my head, tugging me closer.

After sucking her bottom, plump lip and worrying it between my teeth for a while, I release her, trailing my kisses across her cheek.

And oddly enough, her reaction is not what I expected. Instead of sighing or relaxing at my touch, she squirms.

I hesitate, pausing against her cheek and allowing my lips to rest there, waiting for an explanation. Sure enough, she speaks up.

"Spongy," she whines," You're turning into Scratchy."

My eyebrows furrow, and I lean away from her. I watch as she eyes me up and down for a moment, and her gaze widens.

"Jesus Christ, Josh," she says, reaching up and tracing her fingers against my scruff, "When is the last time you shaved anyway?"

"I...I don't know," I mutter, and she doesn't give me any time for explanation. Her gaze moves upwards, a huff puffing from her nose.

"And I thought your hair was longer than usual."

"...Is that a bad thing?" I mutter, my face hardening slightly. So much for her not caring about my appearance.

She ignores me, continuing, "Do you just lose all capacity to care for yourself over there or what?"

I feel a slight bubble of annoyance brewing up within me, and I cannot help but glare at her, my facial expression unamused. I'm not sure why this is rubbing me the wrong way, but I cannot help but be a bit ticked off.

Perhaps because I was expecting more kisses and sweetness from her, and not judgement.

"So I didn't shave for a few days, so what? You've never cared before."

"Because it's never gotten this out of hand before."

"Gee, thanks, Jen," I grumble, "It's not my fault that I'm always so fucking busy over there."

"Well I don't care; you need to take care of yourself."

She hesitates, and I can see the cogs turning in her head.

"And if you won't take care of yourself, then I will."

I don't even get a chance to retort, before her hand is grasping mine, my fingers interlacing tightly with hers. She tugs me a bit harder than usual, practically dragging me towards the destination she desires.

Just as my lips part to question her, she flings open a door, and tugs me inside the dark room.

The flights flicker on, and I let out a sigh.

The bathroom, complete with a glass shower and tub.

"Jennifer, what are you doing," I mutter, eyeing the space for a moment.

"I said, I'm taking care of you," she murmurs, and I cannot help but notice the unmistakable darkening of her eyes, "In more ways than one."

The annoyance trickles slightly off my face as I catch the supposed innuendo, but regardless, I continue to protest.

"But Jennifer, I just wanted to spend time with you. And I just..."

My voice immediately dies in my throat as Jen lifts her shirt up and over her head, exposing her soft, silky skin.

"I mean, I don't have to shower with you, Joshua. I can just force you to do it alone if you want," she says, reaching behind her and unclipping her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor in a heap.

I feel myself twitch down below, the sight of her bare breasts sending lust through my body.  My mouth goes dry, and I wet my lips multiple times.

"But..."

"Joshua Ryan, stop fucking arguing with me and let me fix you up," Jen butts in, and shimmies out of the rest of her clothes.

I let out a long breath, my anger fading away immediately at the sight before me. I don't know why I was arguing in the first place. What I thought was a blow to my pride has shifted into far more intimate event. And I'm certainly not complaining now.

Again I lick my lips, and give her a nod of approval, unable to keep myself from glancing at her naked form.

She must catch me, because she lets out a snort of laughter, stepping forward and latching her hand at the bottom of my shirt.

"Patience, Joshy. I have some things I need to take care of first."

I no longer question her, knowing what is potentially ahead. I allow her to lift my shirt over my head, and tense slightly as she begins to fondle with my pants. She slips her small hands into my jeans and my boxers, grasping them both and sliding them down simultaneously.

With my already growing erection now exposed, I feel my cheeks flush a crimson color. But Jen simply lets out her light, staccato laugh, tugging on both of my arms.

"Come on, then," she says with an alluring smile, and leads me to the shower.

She opens the glass door with a hand and steps in, turning on the water and fiddling with the temperature for a moment. I cannot help but rake my gaze across her curves, swallowing thickly as more blood rushes from my head down to my other. But I let out a long, shaky breath, struggling to control myself for the time being; I know she’ll likely deny me later if I don’t go along with her wishes.

When Jen has the temperature to her liking, steam swirling around the confines of the glass case, she grabs hold of me again, pulling me inside.

I can’t lie to myself; the warm water beating down upon me feels amazing, weeks of fatigue and stress washing off my body and down the drain. My eyes flutter shut, and I lean my head back, inhaling and exhaling slowly as I allow the steady stream to lull me.

But suddenly, there’s a foamy slap to my cheek, and I jump in surprise.

“The hell, Jen?” I gasp out, easing my fingers to where she hit me.

Bringing them away reveals a thick coating of shaving cream, and I look at her to see her grinning triumphantly, holding both a razor and a canister of the stuff.

“What did I tell you?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“That…you needed to take care of some things?”

“Damn straight; there is no way in hell I’m going to allow you to take the name of Scratchy,” she laughs, wielding the razor and stepping towards me, “You’ll always be my Spongy whether you like it or not.”

I roll my eyes, but I don’t budge.

“I thought you didn’t mind my stubble,” I say, watching her squirt some of the fresh gel into her palm.

“I don’t. But when you become ‘Lumberjack Hutch,’ I think that’s pushing it.”

I chuckle, and remain still as she lifts her shaving cream-coated hands up to my face.

“That, and I’ve secretly always wanted to do this,” she continues with a smirk.

Her small hands press against my cheeks, and she spreads the gel around, frothing it up into a light foam. Her fingers are gentle, barely applying pressure as she swoops across my jaw and slightly down my neck.

“I swear to God, Jen, if I start bleeding all over the fucking place…”

“Well if you hold still, that won’t happen, will it?” she snorts, bringing her hands away and allowing the water to wash them clean, “Don’t you trust me at all?”

“Ummm…” I draw out the last syllable, putting on a cheesy inquisitive look as if in deep thought, before finishing with a smirk, “No.”

I watch as her eyes narrow, and she brings her hand around my backside without warning, clapping my bare ass and sending a jolt up the length of my spine.

“Strong words coming from a lumberjack.”

I let out a chuckle, but I don’t dare retort as she lifts the razor up to my face; she seriously could do some damage if she wanted to.

I remain still, allowing her to do her work. She rakes the blades over my skin in short strokes, taking away all the built up stubble. Around my face she traverses, from my cheeks, to my jaw line, to my neck.

And I cannot help but smile as I continue to watch her. Her face is contorted into an expression of concentration, her brows furrowed slightly and her gaze steady as she focuses. Her breasts jiggle slightly with every sweeping motion of her arm. Her bottom lip finds its usual place between her teeth, and she worries it as she continues her task.

I know she’s trying to conceal the fact that she’s trying so hard not to mess up. She wants me to believe that she’s absolutely confident. But I know her too well; her body language is all telling.

And I find it to be absolutely adorable.

I have to bite back laughter, channeling every bit of my acting ability to keep my composure steady.

“Stop smiling; your cheeks are moving around,” she whines.

“Kind of a hard request to follow when I’m around you.”

I’m graced with Jennifer’s beautiful smile in turn, her entire face lighting up.

“Shut up,” she laughs, her cheeks flushed with color, “But seriously, stop moving or I’ll cut you. Literally.”

“Yes ma’am,” I chuckle in my most Kentucky-laden drawl, before blowing out a long breath and allowing my face to fall back to a neutral expression.

She continues for a while longer, before finally stepping back, and holding the razor under the water to rinse it clean. Her hands find mine again, and she pulls me forward into the stream, my face earning a direct hit and washing all the foam away.

Jen steps in front of me, a large smile crawling on to her face as she stares at me, likely appreciating her handy work.

“There we go,” she chuckles, leaning forward to press chaste kisses to both of my cheeks, “That’s much better.”

“And I don’t feel half of my cheek hanging off either!”

Again, she snorts, but continues to press kisses and caresses to my now smooth skin.

It’s my turn to catch hold of her; I halt her kisses by cupping her jaw with both hands, bringing her head away from mine. She gives me a curious stare, but it all but vanishes when I close the gap between us to lift my mouth to hers.

Immediately, she moans through the kiss, pressing her bare body flush against mine as we continue to glide against each other. The feeling of her rosy tips pressing against my chest, her abdomen rubbing against my stomach, and her pelvis slowly grinding against mine, is enough to get the excitement flowing again.

The mundane activity of shaving distracted me momentarily from the alluring sight that is her gorgeous body, the hardness leaving me in return.

But now that I can re-focus on her, and now that the more tempting thoughts fill my head, I feel my burgeoning erection calling for attention yet again, beginning to pulse and twitch as our kiss grows as warm as the steam around us.

It begins to press against her thigh, and while I may only imagine it, Jen appears to shudder at the contact.

But she must have something else in mind, because she breaks away from the kiss, inhaling deeply in a likely attempt to calm the buzz within her.

“I have a few more things planned for you,” she breathes, and I cannot help but notice the way her gaze racks my body up and down.

I let out a shaky breath, hoping the next activities take on a more sexual nature. But I’m only left with disappointment when Jen steps away to grab a loofah, left with a raging hard-on while she focuses on soap.

Again, I attempt to control my protests, and push back my whines. Jen can be extremely domineering, and if I were to protest, I know there’s a very good chance that her touch would never grant me release.

So I bite back a groan of annoyance and desperation, figuring to ask her a question instead.

“So um…What’s next on the itinerary?”

She turns back towards me, lifting the now sudsy shower puff to my body.

“Scrubbing you down obviously,” she says with a huff of laughter through her nose, “Sorry if the soapy loofah didn’t give that away.”

I shake my head with a snort; smart ass. But since I know what’s good for me, I don’t utter the snide remark out loud. Once more, I allow her to do what she pleases, fixing me up however she wants.

Jennifer shuffles up close, before beginning her routine. She paints an intricate pattern with soap bubbles as she goes along, using my body as a canvas. Across my chest she scrubs, before going down both arms. Around my shoulders she goes, before diving down my back. And when she lingers on my hind side for a little longer than usual, I cannot help but give her a smug grin.

“I think my ass is clean enough,” I comment wryly.

“I’m not stopping until it squeaks,” she says back in reply, and suddenly I feel her free hand press against my flesh, her fingers squeezing tightly.

A strained vocalization escapes my lips, and Jen flashes me a triumphant grin.

“Oh, there we go,” she giggles, continuing on her merry way.

“You fucking suck, Jen,” I laugh, her mirth too contagious to avoid joining in.

At this, she hesitates, and grabs my chin with a hand.

“Awww, baby,” she teases, her gaze flashing with a more intense emotion, “That’s not until later.”

I practically sputter, all laughter leaving my lungs, and my erection grows all the more uncomfortable at her taunting words. My jaw clenches, and my body tenses up, the image of her going down on me filling the confines of my brain.

I shut my eyes tightly away from view, inhaling deep, cleansing breaths as I try to focus on something else.

And Jennifer, wicked, temptress Jennifer, continues on with washing my body, seemingly hitting every spot but the area that’s screaming for attention.

She’s avoiding the task at hand, testing my limits and teasing me on purpose. It dawns on me that this may have been her plan all along; distracting me, all the while holding what I truly want just out of reach. Makes for some quality time spent together indeed. I’m sure she’s having a fucking blast, probably highly amused with herself and her actions.

I however, am straining not to reach down and jerk off every time her hands make a close pass. I’m straining not to open my mouth and say something stupid. I’m straining not to come prematurely just at the thought of her going forth with my ultimate desires.

So I remain as rigid as a statue, sans the trembles now coursing through my body. I clench my fists tightly together, my nostrils flaring as I hone in on my best self-control.

But she’s not making it easy in the slightest. She has now moved on to washing my thighs, her hands just a breath away from brushing my member. I bite back the whimper growing in my throat, and squirm slightly at her touch.

A chuckle sounds from her; she knows exactly what she’s doing, and the effect it has on me.

“Oh, what’s this? I seemed to have missed a spot,” she purrs, and draws the loofah down my shaft in a single, quick pass.

My thighs clench together, and I’m unable to prevent myself from moaning, now completely desperate for her touch.

“Hmm, I think it’s clean enough,” Jen says, and to my utter dismay, moves her hands and the loofah away.

“No,” I blurt out, my voice strained, “I mean, I think it could definitely…use a little more…washing…”

“Oh? That’s not what you said about your ass earlier. You seemed to think that you’re all clean.”

“I’m…I’m not, I just…fuck,” I breathe out, slowly dragging my hands across my face. I’m unable to channel my usual wittiness, what with all the blood in my body retreated down to my other head. I have nothing to fight back with, nothing to shoot back in retort.

So unfortunately, I’m reduced to the state that I hate to show, but she adores seeing; begging her for mercy.

“Jennifer, babe, you’re fucking killing me,” I rasp out, gulping when she stops her work to lock stares with me, “I…As much as I’m…enjoying this….I fucking…need you. Please, Jen…I just need you to just….Fuck…”

My plea came out in a series of ragged breaths and stutters, and I know she’s probably not going to listen; if anything, I just brought a whole new barrage of trouble my way.

But instead, she completely surprises me.

She tosses the loofah to the floor of the shower, and eases her lips to mine. The kiss is quick and unexpected, and it ends as soon as it began, her mouth releasing mine with a soft smack.

And without any time to question her, she eases herself down in front of me, trailing her hands down with her as she goes.

My jaw falls slack, and I tremble from the anticipation of what’s about to happen, absolutely stunned that she went forward with my wishes instead of continuing to play her little game.

She must read my mind, because with a smug, lust-ridden smile, she murmurs, “I did say I was going to take care of you tonight after all. So enjoy yourself, baby.”

Her tone and the warmth of her breath striking my sensitive skin is enough to equal a groan, my hard-on raging with flames of pure, raw desire.

But Jen sticks to her word, and finally, finally, begins to pleasure me.

Her hand grasps the middle of my shaft, squeezing it with just the right amount of pressure. My eyes immediately slam shut, and a groan tumbles from my lips, my hips jerking slightly even from such minor contact.

She makes several passes, experimenting with different pressures and speeds. She rubs and tugs at the hilt, reaching beneath to fondle my scrotum, before passing back up and running her thumb across my head.

It takes all of my self-control, every bit of will that I have, to hold back my release, reduced to nothing but pathetic whimpers as I allow the pleasure to overwhelm my senses.

And after she’s satisfied with her doings, she leans her head forward, running her tongue through my slit, collecting the small bead of moisture that was residing there.

“Fuck!” I gasp out, my hips thrusting towards her touch and my eyes clenching tightly shut.

Jen pauses for a moment, puffing hot air against my skin, her lips just barely dusting over my tip.

“Joshua,” she murmurs, her voice deep with desire and sexy as hell.

She waits for me to respond, and when I slowly open my eyes to peer down at her, her now midnight-blue eyes flash.

“Watch.”

And without a single respite more, she lowers her mouth on to my aching, pulsating erection, sliding as far as she can go.

My head falls back automatically, a loud, guttural moan of relief and approval slipping from my throat.

This is absolutely perfect; she’s absolutely perfect. Her mouth provides the ample amount of moisture and heat, the suction she’s creating with her lips already driving me into oblivion.

I take a quick second to appreciate her. Her beauty, her willingness to pleasure me, her skillful touch, her alluring body, her love for me…

My stomach already begins tingling with the varying thoughts of affection and lust swirling through my mind, mimicking the movements of Jen’s tongue below. But regardless, I try to last as long as I possibly can, and draw out the moment.

I’m panting, moaning, tangling my fingers in her hair as she bobs her head up and down in a torturous motion. My hips begin to rock, thrusting myself deeper into her mouth and meeting her for every pass she makes.

“I love you…so fucking much,” I gasp out, my voice a few octaves higher than usual, “Just like that, baby. Just like....Holy shit…”

I struggle not to thrust roughly, containing my movements and focusing more on hers instead. I watch as she traverses the majority of my length, before her cheeks go concave, sucking and creating a suction that nearly causes my legs to buckle.

I practically wail out in pure bliss, tugging on her wet, dark strands of hair. The tingling in my stomach has morphed into a full blown blaze, my release imminent whether I like it or not.

I shakily bring a hand down from her head, pushing feebly against her shoulder.

“Jen…Jen, I’m going to….I’m gonna…”

If anything, this heightens her response. She hums a low note, vibrating her entire mouth against me as the speed of her passes intensifies. I writhe and jerk and grunt loudly, before I can feel hot spurts leaving me, hitting the back of her throat in numerous bursts.

I go completely stiff, a growling-like groan echoing in the confines of the shower as I finish. Jen slows her movements, just suckling on the head and allowing me time to come down from my high, swallowing every last drop.

As I come down from the precipice of ecstasy, my entire body goes limp, my limbs trembling and my breaths heavy. Jen lets me slide from her lips with a soft smack, and I fall against the shower wall, virtually melting against it.

She slowly gets off her knees, sloshing water around on the floor as she stands, and crawls her way up the length of my body, pressing kisses along the way.

Eventually, her kisses reach their final destination, and she locks my lips in hers. I can taste myself on her tongue, and I let out a soft whimper, snaking my arms around her backside to draw her close.

When the kiss breaks, I voice my satisfaction.

“Jennifer…Hun, that was absolutely…That was just….Fucking amazing…”

She smiles proudly, and pecks my lips yet again.

“Consider yourself taken care of.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you.”

“You have,” she says, laughing softly, “But I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

“I love you. I fucking love you so much. You’re so perfect.”

I kiss her yet again, and the desire to return the favor, the desire to pleasure her in return, suddenly grows extremely strong. I want to prove to her how much she means to me, and how much I appreciate her actions, both tonight and every other day I spend with her.

Slowly, teasingly, I begin to hike my hand down her stomach, venturing towards the apex of her thighs. But I’m stunned when she places her hand atop mine, stopping my movements.

“It’s all about you tonight, Joshy,” she murmurs with a soft smile, “You don’t have to worry about paying back the favor.”

“But-“

“-At least, not now,” she butts in, with a gentle kiss to my cheek, “I’ll definitely take you up on that offer some other time though.”

“Deal. I really do love you, sweetheart.”

I watch her cheeks flood with color at the more affectionate term, and her smile grows increasingly warm.

“And I really love you back, Joshy. Every scruffy, hick, dirty part of you, I love you.”

“Hey, I resent that,” I chuckle, tugging her as close as my embrace will allow.

But she continues to prove it to be the rest of the night; I’m definitely well taken care of.

[saltpepperbeard]

These Words are a Lie ~A Joshifer Fanfiction~ Chapter Two

A/N: Wow, I find this to be absolutely crazy! Like, this story is actually coming together. This is all getting too real lol! I never expected to get to this point to be honest with you. But, as promised, the second chapter of TWAAL has arrived.

I’d just like to give a big thank you to everyone who sent such sweet messages concerning the first chapter; your support was, and still is, greatly appreciated. I wouldn’t have the confidence without you all! <3

Also, a personal thank you to catching-dandelions once again, for all her help and patience. She’s had to listen to me babble on about this story for about a month, bless her.

The previous chapter can be found here [x]

And with that being said...

“Jen.”

The soft voice breaks me out of my unconscious state, drawing me slowly and painfully back into the real world. I groan softly, shutting my eyes tightly and nestling down into the material beneath me.

“Come on, it’s time to get up,” the voice wars with me yet again, deep and gentle.

But I’m having none of it. I don’t want to get up and face the day, with all the challenges and heavy emotions it will present. So my brow furrows, my hand blindly reaching down and groping for the sheets. I find them, and bundle the fabric up in my hands, before yanking it violently over my head.

A laugh sounds, and whatever I’m laying on vibrates beneath me, causing me to moan in annoyance.

“I mean, as much as you don’t want to get up, I unfortunately have to.”

And suddenly, it registers with me, finally coming out of my slumber induced daze to put two and two together.

The tender tone belongs to Josh. And my head is currently resting upon his chest, my free arm strung across him in an almost possessive manner.

I allow my eyes to come into view, attempting to blink the sleep from them and squinting when the light of the room registers. My head begins to ache, a pounding sensation deep within the depths of my forehead. And it essentially registers that I’m only feeling one thing this morning.

I feel terrible.

“I guess we can’t have breakfast if I can’t get out of bed,” Josh chides with an overdramatic sigh.

Of course he would try and sway me with food; he knows me too well. It’s the only thing that gives me enough motivation to roll off of him.

I sit up on the edge of the bed, sighing and rubbing my hands over my face. I almost feel hung over, what with the aches, the grumpiness, and the toil on my eyes from crying so much.

“I’m going to go get ready,” I announce, standing up slowly from the bed and turning to face Josh.

He’s sitting up, leaning against the headboard of the bed. He’s still wearing all of his clothes from last night, sans his shoes, which he must have taken off without me paying much attention. And the look on his face is gentle, understanding, patient.

He nods at my words, and hops off the bed as well, making his way into the living room of my suite.

“Alright. I’m going to go see if I can’t get some food for us. Thank God for room service.”

My lips tip upwards into a small smile, before heading off to the bathroom. I slip into the space, shutting the door behind me. And the sight that presents itself in the mirror causes my face to fall.

"Well aren’t you a fine piece of ass," I mutter aloud, raking my gaze up and down my body.

My appearance obviously matches what I’m feeling inside, disheveled, upset, and stressed. The short, blonde tufts atop my head are sticking up every which way. My eyes are swollen and rimmed with red, the lids puffy. My clothes that I didn’t bother changing out of from the previous night are wrinkled and worn out.

I blow out a long breath, deciding to freshen up and hopefully ease the tensions.

I flick the sink on, cupping my hands beneath the steady stream, and splashing the water on to my face. I reach for my toothbrush, cleansing my palate. And I finally strip out of my clothes, hopping quickly into the shower.

The water turns on, hot and pounding against my bare skin. I close my eyes, sighing heavily as the steam engulfs me, tucking me away from the world. The sound of the water is lulling, comforting, and it feels wonderful to freshen up a bit, not having that luxury last night.

But of course, every shower presents the need to contemplate deep thoughts. And nestled away from Josh, alone, the heat of my mind suddenly matches the heat of the water.

My sadness melts away, washing down the drain with the suds that have dripped down my body. My self-pity dissipates, floating away like the steam around me. The grumpiness that I was feeling when I woke up quickly evolves, heightening into a raging fire.

Now that I’ve cried out all my feelings, and all the sadness, the emotions deep within me can finally come into focus.

I’m sick and tired of the life I’m living. So very done with it all.

I hate having little to almost no control of my actions anymore. Everything I do is manipulated.

The small things don’t matter, such as getting my outfits picked out, deciding what movies I work in, and things like that.

But when it comes to the more personal matters, that’s where I draw the line.

I am absolutely furious that I was unable to break up with Nick when I wanted to. I wanted to do so many months back, but was unable to. Apparently the franchise and public relations were more important than my actual feelings, my actual concerns.

It probably could have prevented so much. So many problems and fights could have been avoided.

I seethe for a moment, aggressively scrubbing my hair and causing the suds to fly.

I’m not alone in this; Josh has to deal with it too. He has told me quite a few times that he’s over Claudia, the distance weighing too heavy on their relationship. He is essentially in the same situation I was in with Nick. The love was existent initially, but then it just began to fall out quickly, fade away into nothingness.

But of course, he has to be seen with her. He has to visit her, have pap walks with her, everything under the sun. His own career, the thing he began simply because he had the love to act and make movies, is controlling his life. He is a mere puppet to society.

It’s ridiculous. Fucking ridiculous.

I’ll love who I want to, God damn it. No one should decide that for me, but me. It’s no one else’s business but my own. The same goes for Josh, for anyone in this corrupted industry.

My anger is boiling to an absolute maximum, my teeth grating and my fists clenching. All the emotions from last night have taken their toll, stewing within me long enough to later erupt into my current state.

I shut off the water, stepping out of the shower and hastily wrapping a towel around myself. I don’t bother to do anything with my hair, not thinking clearly enough to do so.

Instead, I simply storm towards the door, throwing it open and then slamming it shut behind me, the noise reverberating through my suite.

And it’s quick to catch the attention of Josh, who pokes his head in through the living room’s doorway.

The anger on my face must register with him, because he steps fully into view, his gaze questioning and concerned.

“Jennifer?” he asks cautiously, not knowing who or what my fury is directed at.

Seeing him there, seeing him care for me, is the drive behind my motives.

He’s the one I’ve loved for the past few months. He’s the only person who has nurtured me and cared for me. He’s the one I’ve been kept away from.  And being the stubborn, rebellious person I am, I decide to hell with what everyone thinks.

My feet are carrying me over to him without much time to process my thoughts, my movements quick and purposeful.

“Jen, what-“

I descend upon him swiftly, the words dying in the back of his throat, and I just happen to catch the look of bewilderment on his face before my lips crash against his.

I feel Josh jump slightly in shock, obviously not expecting it. And that slight movement is enough to clear my head, if only for a moment. I come to the realization of my actions, panic surging through me, and release his lips from my hold.

A gasp of air sounds from me, my eyes desperately searching his for any sign of disapproval, of disgust, of discontent.

But his stare is completely blank, his hazel eyes stretched wide as his tongue flicks out of his mouth, wetting it.

My heart is still pounding. The burning coals within me are still ablaze. I’m about to say something to him, about to try and extinguish the searing anger within me and retreat back to the safety of the bathroom, defeated and buzzing.

Unexpectedly however, but completely welcomed, it’s my turn to be cut off by a kiss.

Instantly, all the growing nerves are burned away, the fire overcoming all emotions again. I release the cooped up worry in a loud sigh against him, allowing the burning embers within me to control my actions once more.

I kiss him deeply, passionately, making up for all the times when I didn’t get to. My hands hike upwards into his hair, and I yank him towards me. I yearn to feel every bit of body, feel him flush against me, feel everything that I have missed. I fall deeply into the passionate spell of his touch, every ounce of him completely intoxicating.

I want him to complete me, to join us in a way I haven’t experienced in so long.

I need him. Every ounce of him, I suddenly need him like nothing else. Being ripped away from him and now finally having him in my grasp ignites the most feral type of lust within me.

My tongue breaches his lips, plunging deep into the depths of his mouth. To my delight, he responds back with equal fervor, his tongue intertwining with mine. Our kiss begins to grow rushed, our lips hurrying against each other, drinking in all the warmth we’ve been deprived of.

I tug on his dyed blonde strands, and he answers back with a moan, pulling me close. His hands rest upon my bare shoulder blades, gripping tightly as if he’s afraid I’ll back away. But assuredly, that definitely won’t happen.

Our lips continue glide and slide together, soft pants and breathy groans sounding from us. Josh takes a moment to suck my bottom lip into his mouth, worrying it between his teeth. The delicious nibbles bring a whimper from my throat, and the entire event has kindled something within me.

The flames of anger have billowed high, contorting and growing strong, lust wrapping around them and fueling them. Already, I can feel an ache at the apex of my thighs, my body thirsting for something I know only Josh can bring. So I aggressively pull him towards me, desire taking hold of my actions.

The action is rough enough to bring another groan forth from Josh, but also the protective barrier of fabric down from my body. I release his lips with a gasp, but I don’t bother to cover myself. Looking at Josh, I know there’s absolutely no need to.

He is staring at me intensely, the hazel in his eyes completely drowned out with darkness. His jaw is set in a tight clench, his breath coming out in heavy pants. And as my gaze travels lower, the telltale sign of his lust is enough to fuel me onwards.

Because he wants this just as much as I do. Whether this is just an outburst of emotion for him as well, or a prominent desire he is desperate to have quenched, we are both aching to fulfill our needs.

I don’t give him a single respite more.

I dive back in immediately, my lips locking against his. He responds, our kiss hungry. Now that I’m completely exposed to him however, his hands begin to travel.

Down my back they journey, swooping over the gentle curves of my spine. They find my ass, his fingertips digging into the bare skin and drawing a gasp from me. He squeezes and fondles it for a moment as he pleases, and I grow almost lightheaded with desire, his touch absolutely intoxicating.

At that moment, I grow frustrated with the clothes hiding his body away from me. My hands find the bottom of his shirt, roughly yanking it upwards. Josh breaks away, aiding me with the process, and throws the material up and over his head.

Seeing his bare chest, his muscles, the light layer of hair dusted over his skin, sends warmth coiling in my core. But I’m still not completely satisfied with what I see; I’m not quite done yet.

I lean forward to latch my lips against his neck, brazenly sucking and biting his bare skin. He lets out a moan deep in the back of his throat, and I take this as my cue to continue. My hands shoot down to the zipper of his pants, fiddling with it for a moment before pulling it downwards. My fingers then travel upwards, grasping the rim of his jeans and tugging harshly.

Again, Josh steps away to speed up the process; he’s just as desperate as I am. He grasps both his boxers and jeans, shoving them down in one fluid movement.

I barely get time to appreciate his now exposed, thick erection before his hands are upon my shoulders, shoving me across the room and towards the bed.

But my anger is feral, my want is domineering. I need to release all my pent up emotions, everything that I have been experiencing.

So before he can throw me on to the mattress, I pivot us hastily, pushing him down on to the bed first instead.

He doesn’t even look surprised; he just licks his lips as he watches me climb up the length of his body, effectively straddling him.

Our mouths find each other without question, and I rock myself against him, moaning into his lips as I long for his touch. And Josh understands immediately.

He reaches between our bodies, and runs a single finger through my slick folds.

“Fuck, Jen,” he whispers out, his drawl deep, laden with lust, “You’re so wet…”

His movements continue, fast, hastened rubs. My moans intensify, growing louder and more frequent as he continues to pleasure me.

My hips begin to grind against his hand, seeking all the touch he can offer. And when his thick digit finds my clit, stroking it in fast, tight circles, I am reduced to nothing.

I break my lips away from his, releasing a cry into the silence of the hotel room. It feels good, so impossibly good, that I only want more. I want him to fill me, stretch me, satiate my desires in a way only he can.

So through my haze of euphoria, I shove against his chest with both hands.

“Jen?”

“Don’t talk. Just fuck me,” I breathe, my voice raspy.

He certainly doesn’t need to be told twice.

He brings his hand out from under me, his fingers glistening with my arousal, and gives me enough room to move.

My fingers trail down to grasp his length, positioning it between my legs and drawing a groan from Josh. And I sink down fully on to him, accommodating his girth with ease.

A loud, hoarse cry of relief and pleasure sounds from me, not being able to process the feeling of finally being united with him. Josh vocalizes as well, his jaw clenched tightly as he jerks his hips upwards, sliding up to the hilt.

My eyes roll from the ecstasy of it all, and I then begin to move furiously, my head resting upon his shoulder.

Up and down I slide, rapidly bouncing on top of him and feeling his considerable length stretching my insides. Forwards my hips jerk, changing the angle of penetration. All my pent up frustrations and emotions are released, the aggressive gyrations of my hips reflecting my emotions.

“Jennifer,” he moans, and I clench around him, loving the way my name sounds coming from his lips, “Oh, fuck…That’s it…”

His hands make their way to my hips, and he grasps tightly, his fingers digging roughly into my skin. He aids with my movements, dropping me down hard and grinding me into him, and his own hips begin to thrust upwards to meet me.

Josh grunts deeply in the back of his throat, each grind of our bodies bringing a vocalization from him.

We grow more and more hurried, slamming into each other. Already, I can feel myself heading towards the precipice of ecstasy, the pleasure I’m experiencing unlike anything I’ve felt in my life.

There is an audible slapping as we thrust into one another, mixed in with grunts and groans. With every passing movement, I soar higher and higher, my moans evolving into near screams of delight.

More and more intense our movements grow, his thrusts driving me up against his chest. Closer and closer we both head towards finishing, my mind growing hazy with the delirium of euphoria.

And when Josh’s fingers locate my clit again, I know I am absolutely done for.

I shatter, exploding around him as an intense orgasm washes through my entire body. Pleasure jolts through me, manifesting itself at my core and shooting out to the very tips of my extremities. I release noises like I’m being murdered, shrieking out as my body convulses and jerks against my will, cradling Josh tightly within me.

The sudden tightness must be just enough to push him over the edge, because Josh finishes as well, grunting loudly as he spills his warmth within me.

I collapse on top of him, gasping for air as I will my body to stop buzzing. We both go silent and still, the room filled with nothing but the sound of our heavy pants.

I wait for my head to stop spinning, my body to stop pulsing, my limbs to stop trembling. And as I finally come down from my high as Josh slips out of me, and everything eases back into focus, an overwhelming feeling of dread rushes in.

What did we just do.

Moreover, what did I just do. I was the one who initiated that act, blind with desire and anger. And though it was plenty clear that Josh wanted it as well, this kind of thing is highly dangerous.

It caused so much trouble for us the last time, back in the warm, tropical paradise of Hawaii. It frightened me, scared me, made me think I was going to lose Josh’s close relationship. It’s what sent me back to Nick in the first place.

I love Josh. God, I love Josh, but intimacy put a rift between us so many years ago. We weren’t ready. We were in love, but crossing over that line scarred our hearts, Josh’s more than mine. It was commitment, even deeper than becoming a couple. And with so many stepping stones for us to become a couple, like getting our publicists on board, avoiding the media, and so on, we just weren’t prepared.

And right now, we still aren’t.

It was just rash on my part, highly impetuous.

I swallow hard, fighting against the lump in my throat. I feel so ashamed that I don’t even want to meet Josh’s eyes. Instead, I opt for remaining perfectly still on top of him, my head nestled in the crook of his neck.

I shiver slightly, mostly from the sheen of sweat evaporating off my body, but also from unease. Josh seems to take notice of this, his hands slowly and gently traversing up and down the length of my back. Softly he rubs, caressing and massaging me, his palms warm and soft against me.

But I only shake harder, anxiety beginning to rear its ugly head.

“Jen?”

His voice is tender, and thankfully, no anger seems to be laced within it.

My arms, still wrapped around his frame, grasp him tighter, tugging my body as close as I can manage to his. I can feel tears welling up within my eyes, wondering just how much I screwed things up for us now.

I wanted him. I wanted him so bad, and for so long, that everything just kind of…exploded in that very moment. All my pent up passions, all my pent up emotions, erupted into one crazed act of intimacy.

But there’s no easy way to explain that.

So instead, I settle for silence, cuddling up closer to him and willing the moisture in my eyes to drain away.

“Jennifer,” his voice sounds again, a little more insistent this time.

I ignore it once more, not wanting to hear his questioning, or his curiosity, or his potential anger towards the situation. I just want to lock myself away, forget the entire thing even happened, and learn to face the likely terrible consequences that await me.

But Josh doesn’t give me that option.

I feel one of his hands slip off my back, and he brings it around to gently cup my jaw. I suck in a sharp breath as he lifts my chin up, forcing me to look at him.

His gaze however, is not at all what I expected.

His eyes are soft, the hazel color returning slowly.  His expression is gentle, patient, carrying no traces of repulsion or negativity at all. And he keeps a hand protectively on my back, holding me flush against his bare body.

Regardless of how calm he appears, I cannot help but to blurt out apologetic words.

“I’m sorry. I don’t…That was…”

I struggle for coherent sentences, my bottom lip trembling on its own accord. Josh continues to watch me, not saying anything just yet, allowing me to continue. And after taking a deep breath, I do.

“I’m so…sorry. That was so wrong of me,” is all I manage, hanging my head and hiding in the blonde hairs that fall against my face.

I’m met with more silence, a void of nothingness that sends chills to my very soul.

“Josh,” I rasp out, “Please say something.”

His hand grasps the small of my back a little tighter, but his free hand brushes the hairs from my face, locking our gazes together once again.

“Sorry,” he says softly with a chuckle- well, more like a puff of air from his nose, “That was just…unexpected.”

My heart clenches painfully within me, shame pushing the tears down my cheeks in waves. At this, Josh’s expression changes, his face falling as he watches me break down.

“Oh, Jen, don’t cry,” he whispers, stroking his thumb beneath my eye in an attempt to halt the cascade, “I’m sorry, that was worded a little harsh. I meant, that was just one sure way to start my morning.”

I know he’s trying to be lighthearted with me. And perhaps he really doesn’t care after all. But at the moment, I am not convinced, continuing to weep as I look at him.

“Josh, I didn’t want to force that on you. I was just…I was just so pissed with everything, so fed up with it all. And you coming in here and comforting me and being everything for me...It wasn’t a rebound move or anything. It was just an eruption and I just…”

“Shhh,” he murmurs, placing a finger against my lips before traveling to caress my cheek, “Stop worrying so much. You’re absolutely fine, okay? I get where you were coming from.”

He pauses for a moment, an actual chuckle slipping from him, before adding, “I mean, I hope it was pretty obvious that I needed that as well.”

My breath catches in my throat, and I stare at him with glistening eyes, relief beginning to trickle into my veins.

“No matter how impulsive it was, it was mutual. Perfectly mutual. And it was just a fuck, Jen. A release. It achieved what we needed. So you don’t have to worry, okay? Everything’s fine with me.”

“Do…Do you really mean that? Because last time…”

“I mean it,” he states firmly, likely knowing what I’m referring to, “I mean it completely. We are perfectly fine in my eyes. I’ll put this past me with no regrets if you will, Jen.”

A heavy exhalation puffs from my lips, and I finally feel my body relax against his. I lean into his touch, closing my eyes and allowing his gentle strokes to pacify me.

“No regrets,” I whisper back in return, entirely thankful for his patience, his understanding, his compassion.

“I hold you dear to me, Jen. You’re so important to me. So you have to know, that this doesn’t change anything between us. Everything’s going to be fine, alright? I promise you.”

I nod, my lips turning upwards slightly, a few more tears squeezing from my eyes.

“Alright.”

I open my eyes to find a soft smile has crawled on to his face. He gives my cheek one last stroke, before beginning to wiggle out from beneath me. Unease juts through me, and I find myself groping at the air, straining to catch his arm, afraid he’s going to leave me.

But what he says next calms me completely, bringing the long lost smile back on to my face.

“What? I’m just getting dressed, since you know, I actually did order breakfast and someone is probably heading up to the room right now. Hate for he or she to be utterly traumatized,” he chuckles, the teasing twitter back in his voice.

Already, he’s moving on. Already, he’s trying to make me smile, using his efforts to bring out my laugh. Already, he’s diminishing the awkwardness and the unease running through me, ensuring me completely that indeed, nothing drastic has changed between us.

I guess things will be okay after all.

[saltpepperbeard]

Named After the Drink ~A Joshifer One-Shot~

Well hello everyone! I hope you've all been having a wonderful day, and are hopefully surprised by the fact I'm actually posting a one-shot lol! This shot was technically requested by que-sera-sera88, as she gave me a prompt that called for Joshifer being seductive. Upon writing it however, I decided that I wanted to majorly elaborate, and decided to turn the piece into a one-shot instead!

Admittedly, I think this is the most smutty I have ever gotten haha, and it's quite ironic too. I was complaining a few days ago about wanting to redo my Joshifer Hawaii shot, and then this happened. Redemption at its finest lol! I'm quite proud of this particular work, so I hope you all like it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer #1: I do not claim to know the actors portrayed in this story; everything in this story is purely fictional (unfortunately).

Disclaimer #2: This story has a vast amount of smut in it. Consider yourself warned lol!

Now then. Without further adooooo~

Named After the Drink

"Jennifer?"

My voice rings out clear and strong throughout the villa, echoing down the large hallways. Which, surprisingly enough, are oddly empty; a certain presence is missing.

Jen and I decided we would take a trip back to Oahu after Mockingjay Part Two promotion wrapped, just to take some time off and enjoy ourselves. We wanted to get away from it all; the press, the paparazzi, the large crowds of fans...

Everything. She and I simply wanted some time to ourselves, in the private, secluded luxury of my Hawaii home.

And so far, it's paid off; we've been enjoying ourselves thoroughly.

We take long walks on the beach, talking to one another and laughing until our sides ache. We swim in my pool, acting very much like two toddlers, splashing and dunking one another.

And, most importantly, we finally have enough privacy and comfort to make love with one another once again.

It's basically been like clockwork. Every second, every waking moment, I find that I'm unable to keep my eyes and hands off of her. She's so beautiful, and absolutely irresistible.

There's something about having sex in this special place that makes it all the more pleasurable, especially since I first laid claim to her here.

And that's precisely what my body is calling for at the moment. Simply bringing back such memories is enough to light my body aflame with desire.

I need her...Wherever the hell she is.

Furrowing my brow, I call out again, begin to walk around the large house.

"Jen? Babe?"

No response.

Perhaps she's showering before bed, or out by the poolside with a drink.

But it's odd; normally I would be aware of her whereabouts. Or I would be present by her side.

I swear, it seems like I just turned my back for a second, before she mysteriously disappeared.

I give my head a curt shake, trying not to work myself into a frenzy just yet. The house is large, and there are plenty of places she could be. I've just got to keep looking.

I stride into the kitchen first, checking to make sure she's not getting herself a late night snack. Nothing.

Into the living room I stride next, but the television isn't blaring with Desperate Housewives or Dance Moms. It's completely silent.

My face contorts into a perplexed frown as I walk towards the large set of glass doors that leads to the patio, grasping the handle and sliding it open.

The salty sea air hits my face in a rush, and I let out a content sigh, calming a little. It happens to be a beautiful night, the full moon shimmering and reflecting off of my pool, the air still and warm.

I can hear the rushing noises of the waves in the distance, and the occasional rustle of palm fronds as the gentle breeze caresses them.

But still no sign of Jennifer.

"Shit, hun, where are you?" I mutter under my breath, striding towards the back fence.

There's a gate there, a path winding behind it that leads to a private stretch of beach. It's the last place I'm going to check before I start calling her phone.

I near the gate quickly, unhinging the latch and strolling on to the sand path. It feels warm and soft under my bare feet, squeaking softly as I shuffle across it. Unfortunately however, not being a paved, lit path, it's a little difficult to see, my only source of light coming from the moon above.

I squint through the darkness, willing my eyes to adjust, but still when I stumble across something that definitely isn't sand. It's fabric.

My features contort into a look of confusion, and I reach down to pick up the article, only to find that it's not just a strip of fabric, but an entire shirt.

Jen's shirt.

I clutch it tightly, whipping my head around. I still don't see her, but her shirt wouldn't randomly pop up this far away from our house.

So I decide to press on, carrying it and heading towards the beach. The gentle roar of the waves is increasing in volume, and the sand is growing littered with shells.

My eyes flit down to watch my feet, making sure I don't step on anything that may cut my soles. And that's when I spy a pair of small, black shorts ahead.

Definitely hers as well.

I try to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Did she really get that fucking lazy and leave them out here while she swam? Or where they left on accident when we came down together, too lost in our passion to ever take notice?

Either way, they're hers, and I'm not leaving them out here.

My hands scoop up the shorts, adding it to the growing pile of clothes, before continuing my trek towards the water.

What I stumble across next however, brings a gasp out of my lips.

Her bra. And her panties.

I tease my bottom lip between my teeth; the thought of a very naked Jennifer walking around is enough to send embers pooling into my stomach, and I have to use extra effort to will my burgeoning erection to settle.

 I'm even more set on finding her now. I'm not sure if these clothes are left over from a few days ago, or a few minutes ago. But regardless, I am very intent on finding the woman they belong to.

My stride becomes long and purposeful, speeding up my pace as I finally make it down to the beach itself.

The waves up ahead crash relentlessly into the sand, striking it with a continual rumble. The moon glints off the water, and bathes the beach in a silver-blue glow. And it would be perfectly beautiful, if only it was complete with the woman of my affections.

Exhaling a long breath, I set down her clothes by a palm tree, and begin scanning the area carefully.

"About done checking out the landscape? Because I think you're missing out on something else."

The purring voice sends an immediate jolt through my body, and I whip my head to the left towards it source.

The term "jaw hitting the ground" couldn't be more applicable.

Finally, I've managed to find Jennifer, propped up in one of my long beach chairs.

But never in the way I expected; she is completely bare, her body entirely exposed to me.

My jaw clenches on its own accord, my entire form tensing as I greedily look her over.

She's turned on her side, facing me and showcasing herself. Her facial expression is alluring, tempting, her eyes dark and her lips pulled up into a slight smirk. Her skin is illuminated by the moonlight, giving it a soft, grey tone. One of hands hangs over the side of the chair, drawing slow, lazy circles in the sand.

My gaze travels further. Her breasts are perky, her rosy nipples puckered from the cool sea breeze. Her toned abdomen rises and falls gently with every breath she takes. And the velvety curls between her legs already look stricken with moisture.

Every single inch of her is intoxicating, and painstakingly gorgeous. It takes every bit of myself control not to rush her, and jump on to her immediately.

So I remain frozen, my hands clenched tightly and my body set in a tense posture.

"About time you showed up; I almost resorted to some...other methods to make up for the lack of your company," she breathes out, her clean, free hand reaching down and rolling between her folds.

"Fuck, Jen," I growl, watching her intently, "Oh my God..."

"Mmmm," she hums back in reply, continuing her strokes and drawing soft sighs from her lips.

I'm about to near her, but she speaks up yet again.

"You know, for being so late, I don't think you deserve what you want."

Devastation flows through me, mixed in with bits of strong desperation.

"No, Jennifer. Jen, please- I was looking for you all throughout the villa. This was the last place I expected you to be," I plead.

"You should have looked harder then," she murmurs, spreading her legs to give me a better, yet torturous view of her work.

Her hand drifts upwards to graze across her clit, high-pitched moans now sounding from her.

"Ohhhh, Joshy," she breathes out, "Don't you wish this was you instead?"

Around and around her fingers rub, in taut, tight circles. Slowly her hips begin to rock, taking a mind of their own as they meet the movements of her hand.

Her breathing becomes labored, audible even over the crashing over the waves. I spy her arousal accumulating on her thighs, her skin visibly slick. The movement of her hand causes her head to fall back, her mouth falling agape as she continues to voice her pleasure.

I know she's close. I've been intimate with her enough times to know her body, to know the signs of her impeding orgasm.

And between the uncomfortable straining in my pants, and the provocative sight before me, my desperation soars to the maximum.

"Jennifer," I blurt out, "Please, I'll make it up to you. God, I fucking swear I'll make it up to you. But you have got to let me touch you. Please let me touch you."

I watch as her hand stills, and she turns her head towards me, her dark, lustful gaze meeting mine. Inwardly, I fear that her dominant attitude may be too overpowering, and that she will  only continue to deny me, driving me slowly towards insanity.

But the need for release must win over, because she lowers her hand entirely, blowing out a long, pleasured breath.

"Don't make me wait again."

I close my eyes, letting out a huge sigh of relief. I don't take a moment more of hesitation, slipping my shirt up and over my head and soon reaching down to unbutton my pants.

I can feel Jen's gaze on me, so I hasten my pace, grasping both my pants and boxers and lowering them quickly.

My angry erection finally springs free, twitching and pulsating on its own will. And I manage to catch a strangled breath slip past Jen's lips; she couldn't keep her act going forever.

I ease myself towards her, crawling on to the chair and hovering over her, holding my weight up with my hands and knees.

"You're so gorgeous, hun. God, you're so gorgeous," I murmur, cupping her cheek with a hand.

She gazes up towards me, her blonde hair splayed out beneath her and a slight smile easing its way on to her face.

"I thought I told you not to make me wait."

My lips effectively cut off her thoughts and her words, locking our mouths in a hungry kiss.

She immediately responds back with equal fervor, her fingers tangling themselves in my hair and tugging at the strands.

I moan softly, sucking her bottom lip into the confides of my mouth, teasing it between my teeth.

The whimper that follows sends a shudder down my spine, blood pooling between my legs. Our kiss continues, growing more desperate, messy.

Her tongue finds its way past my lips, and strokes against mine, swirling as they reacquaint. I can feel her hips rocking beneath mine, our pelvises grinding together in a slow rhythm. Every now and then, I'll hit just the right spot, feeling her wetness rub against my member, drawing a strangled groan from my throat.

I finally break our kiss, trailing kisses across her jaw and down her neck. I swoop across her collarbone, nipping and biting my way along, before dropping even lower, settling right at the two perfect mounds.

I inhale deeply, taking in the view. I can never get enough of her or her body; each and every time I see her exposed to me, it feels like the first time. She's always so beautiful, so sexy.

And I always try my best to show her what she means to me, show her how much she effects me.

My tongue juts out of my mouth, licking at her nipple and effectively eliciting a moan from her. Encouraged by her vocalization, I continue, flicking at the hardened nub with my tongue and nipping at it occasionally with my teeth.

"Josh," she squeaks, tightening her grip on my shoulders.

The gentle assault continues, and I reach up with my hands to knead her breasts simultaneously, trying to offer her as much pleasure as possible.

She groans and breathes heavily, rolling her body at my touch and falling completely victim to me.

But I have other things in mind, so I move on.

Downwards I travel, just barely dusting my lips over the sensitive skin of her stomach. I watch as her muscles visibly tense, and I chuckle, before making my way further to claim my prize.

At last, I fall between the apex of her thighs, drinking in the sight. The moisture is leaking down her skin, her legs spread wide for me. The air is perfumed with her musky scent, a scent that is all her own and completely rousing. Her folds are swollen and ready, enticing me to grant release.

I flick my tongue out of my mouth eagerly, and slowly allow my gaze to catch Jennifer's.

She's watching me intently, her body trembling slightly with anticipation.

It's my turn to take control now, excitement and lust flowing through me.

"Watch," I growl deeply, before lowering my face downwards, nestling myself between her lips.

Immediately at the contact, her hips buck upwards, a strangled cry leaving her. My heart pounds at her enthusiastic response, and I begin the delicious torture.

I experiment with different pressure points, and methods. I give long, generous strokes of my tongue, lapping up her moisture, before nuzzling her clit with my nose. I vibrate my lips against her second pair, much like I would when producing my "cricket noise." I jut my tongue inside of her, swirling it around and tasting every bit she has to offer.

And the entire time, I keep track of her reactions, occasionally gazing up towards her to make sure she followed my demand.

She is indeed watching, but her mouth as fallen completely agape, her jaw hanging slack as heavy pants and moans sound from her. Her limbs have gone completely lax at her sides, and her body rocks up towards me, desire controlling her entirely.

I decide to stick with my promise of making it up to her. I reach upwards with my mouth, clamping my lips around her sensitive nub and sucking on it. She lets out a delirious squeal, her head falling back against the chair, and I smirk against her; I'm not finished yet.

I only add to the vast amount of pleasure flowing through her, breaching her entrance and slipping two fingers inside her.

Jennifer wails, her hands grasping on to the sides of the chair until her knuckles run white. I suck and thrust simultaneously, applying pressure and speed, before I finally achieve my goal, her body unable to hold back any longer.

Her entire figure runs stiff, before she falls victim to convulsions, her body rolling and rocking beneath me. Moisture flows freely from her, and I lap it up greedily, listening as she sings her pleasure towards the sky.

She jerks and writhes for a few moments more, before deflating, falling back against the chair and panting heavily. I lick her clean, getting every last drop, before crawling up the length of her body.

Her head remains cocked back, her face turned skyward as she slowly comes down from her high. I kiss her neck ever so gently, allowing her time to relax and her body to stop buzzing. Though my own arousal is screaming for attention, I definitely hold her needs above my mine.

"Josh," she whispers after a moment of tender silence, "Fuck..."

"Mmmm," I murmur in agreement, smiling slightly as she props her head back up to stare at me.

I ease my lips softly to hers, allowing her to taste herself, keeping the kiss sweet and gentle.

"I love you," she says in a low tone against me, just barely audible over the sound of the waves, which I was not aware of a few moments ago.

I break the kiss with a soft smack, watching as her tongue juts out to lick her lips. "I love you too."

I'm about to roll over, and allow her rest, figuring I'll take care of myself later, but she stops me.

"I'm not finished with you yet," she breathes out, lifting her hips in such a way that her wetness grinds against me.

I feel myself twitch down below, and my eyes roll slightly.

"Damn, Jen...Babe, are you sure?"

"Yes," she replies with zero hesitation, lifting her hips up again and begging me for something only I can give her.

I shudder at the contact, before reaching down between us, grasping myself in my hand. I feel my member pulsating, screaming for any form of contact, and I slowly guide it to her entrance, the head just breaching her folds.

Her breath catches, and she stares at me with wide eyes, biting on her lower lip. 

I do not give her a single more respite.

In a fluid, sliding motion, I push into her, not bothering with a condom knowing that she's on birth control. And the feeling of finally being inside her is incomparable to anything else I've experienced in my life.

Even though I've grown to know her body, every nook, every curve, entering her feels completely new. Her warmth encases me, stretching and welcoming me. The moisture seeps out from where we're joined, providing the perfect friction as we move.

And we both let out blissful sighs, utterly mutual with the way we're feeling.

I linger for a bit longer, savoring the feeling of her tightening around me, before I finally begin to move.

Slowly I thrust into her, feeling her accommodating my girth. My hands rest on either side of her head, bracing myself against the chair as I pound within her.

Already so lost in pleasure from before, Jen cries out, every movement we make sending a vocalization soaring from her mouth.

Together, our hips move in perfect harmony, bucking and grinding against each other. I watch as her breasts jiggle with each advance, and her eyes squeeze tightly with every thrust.

Higher and higher we ascend together, already falling so close to the precipice of ecstasy.

A tingling buzz begins to build up in my stomach, and I refuse to hold back any longer. Relentlessly I pound into her, releasing all my pent up passion and driving my body quickly towards what it desires.

Knowing that I'm so close, my hand finds its way back to her clit, rubbing it in quick tight circles, hoping to grant her release again before I reach mine.

And sure enough, I know her so well; the added pressure is just enough to tip her over the edge into bliss.

I feel her pulsing around me, her back arching deliciously off the beach chair beneath her.

The keening sounds Jen releases are like music to my ears, and I finish quickly after, a growling-like groan escaping me as I spill myself into her.

I halt my movements, collapsing on top of her and burying my head into the crook of her neck.

Her hands weakly travel back to cup the back of my neck, holding me close to her as we descend from our euphoria.

Lazily my lips find her skin, kissing the balmy surface repeatedly and silently thanking her for the act we just shared. She responds by gently hiking her hands upwards, stroking her fingers softly through my hair.

The tender silence remains, breached only by the sound of waves and an occasional sigh, as we lay together in post-coital bliss.

When I've gained enough of my strength back, I slip out of her, rolling off her body to nestle up her side. She turns towards me, and my arms wrap around her without much thought, tugging her close.

Her face cuddles into my chest, the vapors of her warm exhalations tickling my skin. And her voice is therefore muffled, when she finally speaks back up.

"Josh?"

"Yes, hun?" I reply softly, expecting some kind of heart felt start to a discussion. But what she says next, causes a laugh to surge through me, shaking my entire body.

"Where are my clothes?"

Typical. I could not love her more.

[levisnchucks]

I'm supposed to be writing a different Joshifer story, but I came across a cute couples pic and it sent my mind down this path instead.

Big thanks to hungergameshutch for whipping up a banner for me in record time!

Hope you enjoy!

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"If I ever find the person responsible for that picture, I'm going to fucking kill them," I mutter under my breath.

Strewn across the bed is a tangle of Christmas lights.  Actually, tangle is an understatement.  It's a goddamn labyrinth of lights and wires.  I'm pretty sure I'd have an easier time solving a Rubik Cube at this point.

Jen was between projects and I now understood the pain that parents of unruly children felt during summer vacation.  The first few days after her last shoot she vegged out on the couch watching Bravo.

When I wasn't running to preproduction meetings for my new project, I was right there next to her.  Our legs intertwined, heads in laps, pizza boxes piled high.

Then the boredom set in.  Cue a complete rearranging of all the furniture in the house.  A stubbed toe and a bruised hip resulted but those would heal.

The novelty of that soon wore off and she was on to the next project.  

Which is how I've found myself sitting on our bed; cursing the inventor of Christmas lights, the store that sold them and the creator of Pinterest.

When Jen found a picture of a rustic headboard draped in twinkling white lights, it was all over.

"But Joshy, it'll feel like we have a bit of Kentucky here in LA," she assured me after arriving home with a new wooden headboard, sandpaper and several boxes of Christmas lights.

She'd jumped up and down before planting kisses all over my face when I begrudgingly agreed to her new project.

I looked up at the soft cream-colored headboard.  I really had to hand it to her.  Not only did I not expect her to actually do it, I didn't think it would look this good.  And with the contrast of the white lights against the here-and-there streaks of brown wood that peeked through, I really was glad that she had done this.

But these damn lights.  I don't know what the hell she did when she took them out of the boxes but it was going to take some great strategic mind to work out this mess.

Another hour or two has passed when I hear Pipi barking at the door, followed by the sound of Jen's baby voice as she talks to the world's most spoiled dog.

"Did my little Pipi-wipi miss Mommy?  Yes, you did?  Aw, I missed you too, baby." 

I hear a groan come from the floor next to the bed as Jen heads up the stairs, still crooning to her baby.  Looking down, I see Driver lying in his bed.  He doesn't pick up his head but rolls his eyes up to look at me.

His expression says it all and I can't help but laugh a little.  "Yeah, me too buddy, me too."

"Joshy," Jen exclaims as she enters into our room.  "You're finally putting up the lights for me?"

"Nope," I reply.  "I've decided it was time for a career change.  I'm going to audition for WWE and I was just practicing with these lights."

A hard punch to the shoulder is my reward.  

"I'd call you an asshole right now but I'm getting an image in my head of you all sweaty, wearing those tight little Speedos and grappling with other men," she retorted.  "Gotta say, it's not a bad visual.  Maybe you should consider it."

"I don't even know how to respond to that."

Jen laughs and heads over to the walk-in closet to deposit the bags from her shopping trip.  I focus my attention back on the strands of lights.  So far, I've managed to get two of the three straightened out and found the plug on the third.

A soft glow fills the room as I plug the strands in to make sure the bulbs work.  Satisfied that I've almost conquered this, I switch off the bedside lamp, leaving only the strands of lights to light up the room.

"How was your dinner meeting,hun," Jen yells from the closet.

"Pretty good.  I think we're good to start shooting right after New Year's."

"And you're gone for two whole months?"

My back may be turned to the closet but I don't have to see her face to know that she's pouting.

"I keep telling you that you can come with me to Vermont.  We could spend my off-days skiing and eating Ben and Jerry's."

"You know I can't.  Liz has those two photo shoots lined up and I have that charity breakfast to present at."  Her voice gets louder as she walks out of the closet and toward the bed.

"We'll make it work.  Don't worry."

As my fingers work to finish untangling the lights, I feel her fingers begin to wander through my hair.  I close my eyes for a brief moment and enjoy the sensation of her nails running across my scalp.

"I'm not worried because I plan on reminding you about what's waiting at home for you," she says in a lowered voice.

Opening my eyes, I tilt my head backwards to get a look at her.  My eyes narrow at her in confusion.

"With a Santa hat?"

"Mm, it's a little more than that."

She leans down and places a peck on my lips.

"Leave the lights for later," she whispers against my ear.  Her tongue traces along the edge of my earlobe.

Jen tugs at the hem of my shirt and I raise my arms to allow her to pull it over my head.  Her lips press to the skin of my neck and she leaves a trail of fire as she moves down to my shoulder.

I shift uncomfortably on the bed as my erection begins to strain against my jeans.  The movement doesn't go unnoticed.

"I can help with that, you know.  Stand up."

The first thing I notice as I shift to get off the bed are the black heels.  Jen definitely wasn't wearing those when she walked in the room.  My eyes travel up her body and I'm pretty sure I breathe my dying breath.

Red velvety fabric clings to her body, the dress trimmed in white fur.  I follow the lines of the fur upwards and swallow hard when I see the V-shape it splits into, her breasts threatening to spill over the trim.

My eyes rake back down her body and find the black, thigh-highs hugging the contours of her long legs.

The confinement of my jeans is beyond painful at this point.

"Like what you see," she asks.  A smirk plays upon her lips.

"Ho ho holy shit, Jen."

She grins and I capture her face in my hands.  Our lips meet in a fiery kiss, my thumbs caressing her cheeks.  Her hand skims down my chest and stomach, resting on the button of my jeans.

As our tongues continue to taste each other, I feel a slight tug on my waist as Jen works the button free.  After lowering the zipper, she hooks her thumbs inside the waistband of my boxers.

Breaking the kiss, she drops to her knees and drags both my jeans and boxers down.

"Hurry home, Hutch, or you'll be missing out."

Before I can respond, she renders me speechless with one swipe of her tongue.

My head drops back and moans fill the air of our bedroom as she swirls her tongue over the tip.  I swear choruses of angels break out into hymnals when she takes me into her mouth.

I want so desperately to fist my fingers into her hair and control the pace, but the Santa hat is in the way.  The feeling of her lips wrapped around my cock and the frustration of having no control are hurtling me towards completion.

"Jen," I breathe out as I reach for her shoulder.  "Not yet."

She releases me from her mouth and nods her head.  Standing back up, I smash my lips against hers and squeeze her tight to me.

My hands slide down her back and start to bunch the fabric of the dress up over her ass.  I'd expected at least a lace panty of some sort but am surprised when I find nothing but the smoothness of her skin.

Jen moves to lower the dress from her shoulders and I pull my lips from hers.

"Oh my God, Jen, no," I plead.  "Leave it on."

"Oooh, someone likes the Mrs. Clause outfit," she coos.

Turning her around, I guide her to the bed.  With her head cradled in my hand, I lower her to the bed, using my other hand to shove the strands of lights towards the headboard.

My lips start to weave a path down the center of her chest.  "Can it be Christmas year round?"

"Sure," I hear her say as I reach the apex of her thighs.

Taking my elbows, I nudge her legs open and swipe a finger through her folds.

"Shit Jen, you're soaking wet."

"Maybe you should do something about it."

I flash her a quick glimpse of the crooked smile she likes so much before dipping my head down and running my tongue over her center.

She mewls with pleasure and reaches for my hair.  Her back arches off the bed as I suck her clit into my mouth.  I work the sensitive bundle of nerves and push two fingers inside her.

Her quickened breaths and moans echo around the room.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chants as I pick up the pace.  The heels of her black pumps are dug into the mattress and her hips start bucking upwards.

I add a third finger and send her over the edge.  I look up at her and watch her face as her orgasm crashes upon her like a wave over a breaker wall.  Her whole face contorts in bliss and the sheets are clenched in her balled up fists.

She's also managed to get one of the strands of lights wrapped around her arm and the warm light it casts against her skin gives her an ethereal look.  All these years and the beauty of Jen shattering has not waned.

I often find myself wondering if this is real or not real.

Jen's breathing starts to even out and her eyelids flutter open.  "Like I said, hurry home or we'll both be missing out."  A smile spreads across her face as she locks her eyes on mine.

While she slides herself up onto the bed more, I climb onto the bed and settle myself between her legs.

Resting on my arms, I lower my lips to hers.  Jen starts to lift her arms when she realizes that she's caught in the lights.  She tugs at them and pulls the strands closer to our bodies.

The kiss continues and I feel her arms wrap around my back.  With her loose hand, she grabs the strand of lights and drags it across my back and down to her side.

I pull away from her lips and glance over at the lights.  "Jen, what are you doing?"

"Getting lit."  A snort escapes through her lips.

Stilling my motions, I look back over at her in disbelief.  "Did you just seriously make a pot joke in the middle of sex?"

Jen bites her bottom lip and starts to laugh.  I drop my forehead to her chest and start to laugh with her.

After a moment, the laughing subsides and I lift my head to look at her again.  "Just when I think I can't love you anymore, you say shit like that."

She smiles up at me and the lights just add to the twinkling of her eyes.

Her hips thrust upward and graze against my cock, the friction sending a shiver down my spine.

"Where were we," she asks playfully.

I position myself at her entrance.  "Right here, I believe."

Jen moans as I push into her.  She feels so good.  I start snapping my hips, thrusting into her.

"Oh my God, Josh!"

We continue this way, our moans mixing in the air and the sound of our skin slapping against each other.

I can tell she's close.  Taking my thumb, I rub circles around her clit and begin to move faster.

Her walls begin to tighten around me and for the second time tonight, I watch her fall apart at my doing.

I'm not far behind her, grunting as I spill into her.  I hang my head as my heart races and my breathing starts to slow.

We remain this way for a few minutes, connected to each other in ways we could have never imagined upon meeting each other.

Pulling out, I roll onto my side and pull Jen close to me.  I kiss her forehead and hear her sigh contentedly.

"I love you.  I don't like it but I'll be here waiting for you when you get back."

Tucking my hand under her chin, I lift her face to mine.  "I love you, too.  And I will burn down the set if I have to to get home to you sooner."

Jen stretches her neck up and places a quick kiss on my lips.

"Go and make your movie, Josh.  Have fun and hang out with the cast and crew like you always do."  A wicked smirk stretches across her face.

"But whatever you do out there, just remember, your South Pole belongs to Mrs. Clause."

[levisnchucks]

I need a cigarette

[saltpepperbeard]

Bored Stiff ~A Joshifer One-Shot~

Helllooo! Well, this is quite a surprise isn't it? Considering my comfort levels with this particular subject, I have no clue how I was able to write this lol! But quite some time ago, a friend of mine requested some "Joshifer Smut" from me. I obliged, and after school got in the way, I decided I would dedicate it as a belated birthday gift for her.

I also figured we could all use a little boost in these rather "stormy" times for our ship. Chins up smiles on; we got this. Just wait about two more months, guys haha.

And could I help myself with a pun for the title? Why of course not haha.

Disclaimer: As the description and even the title implies, this story contains nsfw material. Actually, it's basically all nsfw material if we're being completely honest here. You have been warned!

Disclaimer #2: I do not claim to know these actors, nor do I know how they would react in such situations. This is merely a work of fiction. Thank you!

Anywho, I hope you all enjoy, and without further adooooo~

Bored Stiff

A breath leaves my nose as I walk into the laundry room, a bundle of various garments draped within my arms. Cleaning clothes is always such a pleasure. It's never been my forte as an adult; while others prefer this to other types of cleaning, I prefer dusting or febreezing the shit out of things. This is basically just another chore, another mindless, boring part of my day.

Not to mention that it's also a lazy, early-autumn evening. I'd much rather be taking a walk on the beach, or spending quality time with my husband, who happens to be missing in action at the moment. My guess is that he's preoccupied with sports, or something...manly to that nature.

Sighing and placing the assortment of clothes on top of the washing machine, I begin to gather the necessary supplies out of the cabinets. Detergent, softener, and whatever else I throw in there to convince myself I'm somehow cleaning my wardrobe.

The clothes are thrown in, and I fiddle with the dials on the washing machine for a moment, ensuring all the settings are correct. And before I'm fully aware, I begin humming a mindless tune, swinging my hips and shifting on my feet as I work.

"Having fun in there?"

The familiar deep drawl causes me to jump slightly, and I crane my head to see Josh standing in the doorway behind me, a smirk on his face as he leans against the wall.

"Actually, not really," I reply back, turning to face him and leaning on the washing machine, "Pretty mundane..."

My voice trails off as I continue to gaze at him; it's quite obvious that he's scouring the length of my body with his eyes. I watch as his eyes start below my hips, before slowly journeying back to meet mine.

"What about you?" I ask, a smirk of my own crawling on to my face, "What has a busy guy like you been up to?"

"Nothing, really," he chuckles, before stepping into the small room with me, "Pretty mundane."

As he nears me, I can see that his normally hazel eyes are a deep, black color; dark and showcasing his heightened desire. His hands slip around me, gliding down my spine before resting upon my backside. And I cannot help but laugh, considering the circumstances.

"Josh, are you serious right now? I'm doing fucking laundry."

"Well, the latter, perhaps. But the former, I'd be happy to oblige," he chuckles, pulling me flush against him, "And we're both bored. It was bound to happen."

I feel my breath hitch, my heart beginning to quiver as I share an intense gaze with my husband. Before I can say anything more, he bends his head, easing his lips gently to my neck and sucking on the tender flesh that resides there.

A pleasured sigh passes through my lips, and I lean against the washing machine, allowing Josh to continue his gentle caresses and kisses. He's always so tender with me, and knows exactly how to tease me and work me into a frenzy; it doesn't take much for us to fall into intimacy.

"You were bored?" I murmur in response to his earlier statement, taking the time to roll my fingers through his hair as he continues to kiss my collarbone.

"Well, did you honestly think I would pass this up?"

His hand that had been idling on my ass suddenly gives it a playful spank, causing me to gasp and tighten my grip on his hair.

"You're in booty shorts, Jen-"

"-Hello Captain Obvious, they're comfortable," I butt in, causing him to roll his eyes before he continues.

"-...So what was I supposed to do? Take up underwater basket weaving and wait for you to finish?"

I cannot help but laugh again, before tugging his head up and pressing a peck to the tip of his nose.

"I guess not, though I'd love to see you try that some day."

He chuckles, and with our faces already in such close proximity, takes no hesitation in bringing our mouths together for a kiss.

I smile against his lips, leaning against him and lacing my fingers behind his head. He replies by pulling me even closer, and opening his mouth, granting my wandering tongue access.

My tongue duels against his for a long period of time, and we sigh against each other, muffled moans and exclamations of pleasure sounding from us.

A warmth has made itself evident deep within me, and I can feel it slowly creeping out to my extremities as our kiss continues. And as Josh presses against me, his need is also noticeable.

"I want you, babe," he growls as he pulls away, shifting his mouth upwards to nibble on my earlobe.

I sigh against him, before letting out a soft chuckle.

"Really? Couldn't tell."

"Shut up," he whispers with a laugh, but it catches in his throat as I boldly run my hand over the telltale bulge, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

"Shit." His voice is deep and guttural, resulting in a growing ache between my legs. I know I won't be able to take much more of this; my need for him is increasing by the second.

But luckily, he takes notice; either that, or he feels the same way, because his strong arms wrap around me, and lift me so I'm poised atop the washing machine.

A gasp escapes me, before I laugh slightly, cupping his face with both hands.

"I swear to God; if I fall through this..."

"You won't. I wouldn't let that happen," he murmurs with his trademark crooked grin playing his features.

He then leans in and kisses me yet again, his warm hands wandering down the length of my body. They glide down my neck, sweep across my shoulders, and then down my torso, settling over my breasts.

Josh hesitates for just a moment, before squeezing them both simultaneously, drawing yet another gasp from me. I release his lips, and throw my head back slightly, savoring the feeling of his caresses as he continues to fondle my chest.

His fingers roll across my nipples through the light material of my shirt, twisting them and pulling at them gently. And this touch is enough to cause a dampness to pool between my legs.

"Josh," I whimper, involuntarily arching my hips towards him as my body begins to control my actions. He simply smiles in return, before reaching down to grasp the material of my shirt in both hands. Tugging upwards, he lifts it up and over my head in one fluid movement, leaving me clad in a lacy, black bra.

He takes a moment to admire me, but right before he dives back in, I place a hand on his chest, effectively stilling him. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but relax once I bundle the bottom of his shirt up in my hands.

Just as he did, I pull upwards, removing his shirt in a single sweep and leaving his chest exposed.

I cannot help but stare at the light amount of hair that trails from his upper torso to his stomach, and his prominent muscles. My hands are immediately upon his skin, tracing patterns with my fingers as I appreciate him. He's devastatingly handsome.

Josh tenses slightly at my touch, a smile on his face as he watches me intently for a moment. But soon he leans forward, reaching around behind me and grasping the clasp of my bra between his fingers.

"My turn," he murmurs, before unclipping my bra and allowing it to fall into a heap on the floor with the rest of my clothes.

The second I'm completely exposed to him, his eyes widen, and his mouth falls agape slightly. A redness seeps into my cheeks; the way he's staring at me now reminds me of our first time, years ago in Hawaii during the filming of Catching Fire. And every time we've been intimate since then, he's always made me feel just as beautiful and comfortable.

Speaking of which, he utters the words as he leans down, becoming at eye level with my chest.

"You're so gorgeous. I love you."

"I love you too," I whisper, and cannot help but cry out when his tongue comes in contact with my nipple. He swirls it around the sensitive flesh, his hot breath causing my skin to pucker, before teasing me slightly with his teeth. He nibbles and tugs at my skin as he pleases, and I'm immediately worked up into a labored pant.

My hands have tangled themselves within his hair, and my legs have laced behind his back, tugging him closer to me and craving his touch.

He continues his gentle pursuit, before kissing his way down my stomach, causing me to tense and whimper. His lips tickle my the sensitive skin of my abdomen, and his touch grows tantalizing as he grows nearer and nearer to my aching, wet center.

But right when I think he's about to continue his journey further, he stills, and hoists his head back up to meet my eyes. I groan in annoyance, and arch my hips towards him, stubbornly requesting his contact.

He only grins in return, and presses his lips ever so gently to my neck, barely grazing my skin and teasing the hell out of me.

"Josh."

I pull him closer to me, my legs encircling him tighter. He simply snickers against my skin, and doesn't reply.

"Joshua," I say firmly, slipping my fingers under his jaw and forcing him to look at me.

"Yes, love?" he asks in an innocent tone, only fueling my desperation.

"Don't try and pretend like you're not dying to get inside of me right now."

His eyes widen slightly at my boldness, before he chuckles, and returns to trailing kisses down my neck and chest.

"You're hard as a fucking rock."

"Well, I am your rock after all."

"Asshole," I laugh, before suddenly feeling a wave of mischievousness run through me. If he wants to play it that way, then let the games begin.

"Fine then. You don't have to have me; you can just watch," I quip, pushing him away from me.

"What...?" his voice trails off in confusion, and I watch triumphantly as his smile fades, his brows furrowing slightly as well.

"Have it your way, Josh," I say in a growling like tone, before slowly reaching down with a hand, easing my fingers across my aching core. A breathy sigh leaves my lips, feeling the moisture gathered against the fabric of my shorts, and I look up at my husband to gauge his reaction.

Sure enough, he has gone completely stiff in more ways than one, his jaw and fists clenched as he gazes at me.

I smile smugly, before shimmying out of both my shorts and panties, leaving me completely exposed to him. My wetness is already seeping, and the apex of my thighs is screaming for any kind of contact, swollen and ready.

And I'll grant it release if my husband continues to be stubborn.

Keeping my eyes locked with his, I draw two fingers into my mouth, sucking on them and coating them with my saliva. I then lower them down, easing them across my lips and moaning at the feeling.

I then journey my fingers to my clit, rubbing it in soft, slow circles, and causing my hips to buck involuntarily into my hand.

"Josh," I moan through clenched teeth, and spread my legs to give him an even better view.

He stays as rigid as a statue, sans the trembling that I spy coursing through his body. I know he's struggling to control himself, and is most likely on the brink of cracking, despite his objections.

So I continue, speeding up my pace and crying out louder as I do so. I mentally replace my fingers with his own, and the image is enough to get my hips grinding against my hand.

I moan my husband's name over and over, and finally I'm victorious. Josh quickly unzips the front of his jeans, and slips down both his pants and boxers just enough to expose his raging erection.

He is quickly upon me, brushing my fingers out of the way and replacing them with his own. I smile through my pleasured cries, and claw at his back, urging him to carry on.

"Damn; you're going to be the death of me," he growls into my ear, continuing to rub me before giving my lobe a single nip.

"I can definitely...say the same...about you" I manage to get out between vocalizations, my husband's fingers quickly taking me higher and higher.

He seems to realize that I'm already nearing my release, and slips his fingers away. I'm about to snap at him for leaving me hanging once again, but then I spy him rustling around in his back pocket. He then quickly pulls out a condom with a shaky hand, rips the package open, and rolls it down his impressive length, before nestling between my legs.

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, allowing my teeth to clamp down upon it as I tense up with anticipation. Josh's sturdy, and yet tender hands snake around my legs, grasping my hips as he poises himself at my entrance.

"You know, that was a pretty cruel move earlier," he chuckles deeply.

"I'm sure you'll be quick to forgive me," I purr, and with that, I reach between us, grasping his member and drawing a sharp breath from him. I don't take a moment of hesitation, and begin rubbing his head against my folds, coating it with moisture and causing us both to groan.

Josh's hips start to rock as I continue the motion, and when I look up at him, his eyes are shut tightly, and his jaw clenched. It's obvious that he's highly pleasured already.

The movement is creating a steady friction, and causing my muscles to coil within me, but just as I'm about to increase the pace, my husband's hand is upon mine.

"Jen..." he croaks, "Babe, I'm not going to make it if you continue to..."

I smile, understanding, and release my hold, allowing him to take control as he pleases. He takes a moment to compose himself, before leaning forward, his lips hovering inches away from mine.

"I love you," he whispers, before joining our mouths and sinking slowly into me.

The pleasure of being so filled causes me to moan loudly through our kiss, the vibrations of the vocalizations passing across my lips and drawing a smile from Josh. Our tongues begin dueling lazily with one another's, and he starts thrusting into me simultaneously.

The pace is slow, and deliberate, and every moment causes sparks to fly in my vision. We've done this countless times, but every time always feels new, and exciting. I guess it helps that I'm completely enamored with the man standing before me.

My hips begin to rock to meet his movements thrust for thrust, and already I can feel a building warmth within me. Soft moans pass through my lips with every advance, and as I clench myself around Josh, he breaks our kiss.

"Shit," he growls as he pulls away, his lip clamped between his teeth.

The washing machine creaks and groans beneath me as I jerk with each thrust, but I pay no mind to the noise. The only thing filling my ears is the sound of our mixing heavy breaths, and our occasional exclamations of pleasure.

My arms begin to shake as Josh steadily increases the pace, so I lay back, completely sprawled out before him as he continues the assault.

Again, his hands find my hips, and he begins pounding into me at this slightly new angle.

"Oh, God," I bellow, the pleasure quickly increasing within me, and I reach down with a hand to stimulate my clit once again.

Josh takes notice, and quickly shoos my hand away, replacing my fingers with his own.

He rubs and flicks at the sensitive nub, and I see stars flash before me, my muscles tensing up and my body becoming tantalizingly close to climax already.

A litany of curses roll off my tongue, and they mix in with Josh's deep guttural grunts; I can only assume he's close as well.

We begin moving in uneven, short thrusts, slapping against each other and crying out. And from Josh's fingers against my clit, and his thickness within me, it happens.

A burst of warmth and radiance manifests itself in my lower abdomen, before shooting out to all extremities of my body. I shut my eyes and open my mouth in a silent scream, throwing my head back as my body begins to convulse and jerk against my will.

Thankfully, Josh follows quickly behind me, a long, growling-like groan sounding from him as he slows his thrust, his member pulsating and twitching deep within me.

He rubs me gently to bring me down from my high, and as the effects of our orgasms begin to fade, he slips out of me, wrapping his arms beneath me and hoisting me back up into a warm embrace.

"Well...damn," he pants with a chuckle, pressing his lips quickly to mine.

"I love you, Joshy," I whisper, beaming and drawing a mirroring facial expression from him.

"And I love you."

There's a tender silence, and I take the time to lean against his chest, listening to the sound of his still thundering heart beat, and his slowing breathing.

His arms hold me tightly, stroking my back gently with his hands.

And after a while, his voice finally sounds again.

"Does this mean we go back to being bored?"

"I was kind of hoping for a repeat performance; the clothes can wait."

Josh laughs heartily, pecking my nose and bringing his hands around to my front.

"That's what you've been saying these past few nights."