When mistakes come back to haunt you, there's only one way out - or so it seems...
A Different Kind Of Destiny
Other Ways
-xJ&Lx-
If someone a couple months back had told me I was to full in love with my cousin, I'd tell them that was bullshit. But little did I know that was exactly my destiny...
It all started with that drunken kiss, yes, drunken kiss, on that fateful night of November. The day after, him telling him he wanted to be with me, and we could make it through. Me not believing him, but here we were today.
Obviously, it hadn't been drama free for us; I mean, when was it in the Branning family? With Derek dieing on Christmas Day, Dot catching us on her sofa and quite frankly being made the family embarrassments at The Vic, it wasn't exactly the smoothest of rides. Thankfully for us, alot of people had been okay with the whole idea, seeing as we were both happy, and that was all that mattered. And to be honest, that was true.
Of course there were people who couldn't get their heads around us, there always would be, though it didn't effect me anymore. All that mattered was me and Joey, not all the family supported us but those who did we were thankful for. Because without their support, I'm not entirely sure we'd still be in the position we are...
We were sitting down, curled up in each others arms, on the sofa whilst we ignored the rest of the world. We loved to do this; us being the only ones that matter at this time and place. No worrying about the recent dramas, just me and Joey. He was playing with my hair, staring off into space whilst my nails scraped through the short hairs at the back of his neck in a comforting way.
Recently, we just seemed to warm to one another. If I was worrying about something or someone, I could always go to him and he would always tell me the words I wanted to hear, It will be okay. Even though I knew that he didn't know exactly what the future held, nobody did, he could always manage to convince me everything would come out the other side. I just hoped to God he was right.
I was snapped out of my adoring thoughts of him when he burst my balloon, if you catch my drift...
"Lauren, Lauren!" he whispered, smirking his signature smirk as he watched me look up at him. I smiled up at him, the things he did to me were always out of my control, he had to be the only person I didn't have to put up my guard around. He was perfect. "What's on your mind, babe?" he asked, his fingers still intertwined with my hair.
I bit my lip as I looked up at him, a smouldering look in his eyes as they darkened, "Not much," I replied, tracing my fingers over the buttons of his work shirt. I honestly had no idea why he wasn't out of it right in this second. You sound desperate.
He gently brought one of his hands back to my face and cupped it, before using the backs of his fingers to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and pressing a quick lingering kiss to my lips. As he brought his head back, our eyes locked as they always did, him finally managing to speak. "Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" he asked, bringing his hand down to trail it's way up my leg. It sent shivers all the way up my spine.
I nodded my head and bit my lip again, slowly unbuttoning the top of his shirt with a skillful single hand. "You have," I whispered, my voice slightly hoarse from the way he was making me feel. He smiled at my tone before untucking my t-shirt from my jeans and unbuttoning the first button. I looked up at him, desire and desperation clear as the day in his eyes. Not the only one then.
I exhaled a breath before he spoke again, his hazel orbs sinking right into mine. "But you know what the most beautiful thing about you is?" he questioned, a smidgen of smug now in his eyes, clearly impressed how he was making me react. He slowly started to unzip the top of my jeans as I shook my head, my eyes still boring into his. "It's the look in your eyes, those beautiful dark eyes..." he continued, trailing off. My heart began to thump ferociously beneath me and my breathing got shorter and hotter, a sign he caught up on.
"Please, Joey-" I whimpered, the need for him increasing by the second. My hands starting to speed up, making quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. He looked up at me again, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them before.
He placed both his thumbs in the sides of my hips inside my jeans, tracing gentle circles, before pulling me against him a little rougher this time, his hard erection apparent on my leg. A soft moan escaped my lips. "That look, when you're so impatient, so hot..." he added, his tone slightly hoarse like mine at this stage. I scraped my nails down his chest earning a groan emerging his throat. I whimpered again in response, and that seemed to be enough for him to push his need over the edge.
Placing his hands on my bum, he lifted me up, me wrapping my legs around his hips and crushing my lips onto his. He slammed my back into a the wall in the hallway as his tongue slid into my mouth, both of us fighting for control. Carrying me quickly upstairs, we fell onto his bed and I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, throwing it to the floor as I took in his chiselled chest. He lifted my shirt over my head, repeating my action, and slowly slid my jeans down my waist as I did the same to him.
"So. Fucking. Sexy." he groaned, pressing a kiss to my neck after each word. I gripped the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down as I took his length in my hand, him groaning again in pleasure. He slid the straps of my bra down my shoulders and pushing down my knickers, kicking them out of his bed in speed. "Baby girl..." he murmured, tracing his fingers over my stomach.
"Joe-" I gasped, needing and wanting more. He looked up at me, desperation in his orbs, as a serious expression was tipped over his face.
"I want you to answer this question very carefully," he started, his hands finding their way around my hips, creeping up and down. I nodded, really not in the mood for his teasing, "Do you want me to make love to you or fuck you hard, you beautiful drama queen?"
"I want you to fuck me hard, Joey." I replied, within seconds him sinking into me and thrusting hard. I moaned as he started to speed up, after a few minutes of this me screaming his name.
"Jo-JOSEPH BRANNING! GOD!" I screamed, this being enough to send him over the edge, him groaning loudly and burying my head in his chest, trying to calm his breathing. We lay there panting for a second as he rolled his way off me.
He leant on his side to look at me, a delicious look in his eyes, "Now do you believe that your beautiful?"
-xJ&Lx-
We lay in a tangled mess, lapsed into a comfortable silence. I propped myself up to lean my chin on his defined chest and looked up at him, a smile attacking my face.
"Hey," I whispered, placing a gentle kiss to the bottom of his jaw, which I must admit thought looked very hot rocking the whole slight stubble look. He grinned, glancing down at me, pure love in his eyes.
Wrapping a possessive arm around me, he curled me even closer to him, if that was possible. "Hey yourself," he murmured, barely audible, his tone making my heart explode. He could be so adorable at times. "What were you thinking about earlier?" he questioned quietly, obviously figuring there was something on my mind.
I shrugged, wondering how this man could be so perfect. "You," I blurted out suddenly, without thinking. I looked away from him, chucking nervously, a signature smirk covering his lips.
"Stalker," he mumbled, pressing wet kisses to my forehead, his hands gripping my waist gently. "Round two?"
-xJ&Lx-
"Joey! JOEEEY!"
I groaned, rolling over as I heard Alice's shouts of her brother's name. Not sure whether Joey was hearing her, since he could probably sleep his way through the Earth exploding, I tapped his shoulder and shook his shoulder a few times before his hazel eyes fluttered open. "S'up babe?" he mumbled into his pillow, his face turning side-on to look at me.
I pointed to the door, another shout coming from Alice. "JOEY! GET UP!"
A long, muffled sigh escaped his lips as he climbed out the bed, to me still looking half asleep. I watched as he threw on one of his shirts, some clean boxers and some jeans, before jogging downstairs and confronting his sister. Deciding to join him, I threw one of his t-shirts, which were massive compared to my tiny frame, on over my knickers and followed him.
Rubbing his head, he looked at his sister in confusion. "What?" he muttered, clearly grumpy about being woken up, by his sister of all people. Alice lead him into the living room, me following, as she gestured to the mess on the coffee table. "Still don't understand, sis," he continued, me stifling a smirk at his reply.
"Look!" she squealed, rolling her eyes at his furrowed-eyebrow response. "Like, did Mum not teach you to tidy up? Because I'm pretty sure she did," she stated in irritation, Joey raising an eyebrow and sneaking a glance at me, whilst I caught this as a chance to wind him up.
"Better get tidyin' then, Joseph. What would Mama Joey say?" I teased, prodding his shoulder as he rolled his eyes at me, mimicing his sisters action. Alice raised her eyebrows and nodded in agreement, placing her hands on her hips.
"Lauren's right, Joe. She wouldn't be impressed, would she?" she giggled, before leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "I'll see you later, you two. Joey, make sure this is clean when I get home," she started, walking to the door and swinging it open before turning round. "Oh, and make sure the house doesn't smell of sex..." she finished, laughing and walking out, me turning round to see a scowl glued onto Joey's face, me smirking.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Cheer up, Mr. Grumpy Pants. I'll help you tidy up, though, we may just be making more mess than we had in the first place..." I whispered, trailing my fingers up and down his chest, his scowl disappearing and turning into a sexy grin.
-xJ&Lx-
A few hours later, after we'd christened No.23.'s sofa, we were walking up the café counter, I rolled my eyes as the server turned round and turned out to be Lucy. Great.
I let out a sigh, Joey's grip around my waist tightening, me looking up at him and smiling reassuringly to let him know I was okay. "Two coffees please, we won't bother with breakfast. We prefer service with a smile," I muttered, forcing myself not to make eye contact with the beast infront of us. I felt Joey tense behind me, as I remembered his Dad had said those last words when Joey first came to Walford. "Sorry," I whispered gently, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"It's okay," he murmured, before locking a devilish glare with Lucy. "Better hurry up then," he muttered to her, before looking away and shuffling uncomfortably.
"You're both disgusting, you both deserve each other," she spat in response, going back to making the coffees. I raised my eyebrows at her, giving her a 'really?' expression. "I mean, Joey, look at her, she's-"
"Beautiful... gorgeous... smart... creative... talented... sexy..." he interrupted, punctuating each word with a kiss to my forehead, me giggling in response, an eye roll being Lucy's only reply.
"No, Joey. She's a drunk." she snapped in sideways, attempting a terrifying glare but failing miserably. "Whereas you," she muttered, pointing to him, Joey shuddering in disgrace. "You're just looking for any little bit of skirt. Any sex, you'll take it. Just a player, nothing more; ooh, ain't Lauren so lucky?" she continued, aiming to put as much venom into her words as possible. "But you're both so blind you can't actually see what each other really are."
"You don't know me," I murmured suddenly, just about hitting my deadly boiling point, Joey gently squeezing my hand and calming me down instantly. "I was the best friend you were gonna get, and what did you do? You threw it all away."
"Seems like I made the right choice," Lucy replied, handing us our coffees and turning her back on us. I glanced at Joey, giving him a small wink before bringing the cup to my lips, tipping some of the warm liquid into my mouth, then starting to fake choking.
"Eww, this is disgusting, Joe!" I squealed, wiping my mouth. "Guess it's got to go with the rest of the trash..." I said, before reaching up and tipping the coffee cup over, only for it to spill all over Lucy's head, her shrieks piercing through the café. "Oops,"
I giggled, hearing Joey's gorgeous laugh next to me, curling me into him by wrapping his arms tighter around my waist. "Good job, babe. Good job," he smirked, grabbing my hand and quickly leading us outside.
Things were great for us now. But I had a feeling they were about to change any time soon...
-xJ&Lx-
R&R x
Sorry for not updating 'Only When You're Lonely' but the next chapter will be posted soon. This is the story I use to stop feeling depressed after J/L scenes on real EE, so it'll be a little happier ;). Tell me what you think!