Title: An Intimate Encounter- The Twenty-Fifth Day of the Lusty Month of May

Author: zephiey

Rating: M, Pears

Pairing: Joseph/Clarisse
Category: Romance

Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Princess Diaries and its characters are the property of Disney, Buena Vista, and Meg Cabot. I make no money from this work of fiction.

Summary: Joseph and Clarisse enjoy an intimate encounter.

An Intimate Encounter

Clarisse sat down on the settee. Joseph sat beside her, close enough to touch her, but not touching her. Clarisse turned and placed her hands on his chest. She needed to tell him, to make him understand that she wanted this she wanted them. She stared into his eyes. She could smell the cologne he used this evening, mixed with the scent that was uniquely his. She could feel her body warming. Feel the blood rushing thru her veins. It was always like this when she was this close to him. Her fingers flexed against his chest.

Joseph felt her fingers flex on his chest and sucked in his breath. Having her close and wanting her so much, he had no idea how long he would be able to maintain control. He was able to smell the shampoo, the perfume and the something that simply screamed to his body, Clarisse. He knew if she looked down, she would see the physical proof of his desire for her.

Whenever she was near his body betrayed him. He hadn't suffered this many erections since he was a teenager- he thought ruefully. But it wasn't just her physical presence that affected him, there was something inside her that called to him, sang to him, pulled to him. His mother had called it 'being home'. He had never really known what she meant when she explained it. Had no barometer with which to measure her explanation against, he hadn't ever experienced the need to just be with another person. But with Clarisse, he felt it; he now knew what he mother meant. She was his safe harbour, his home.

A lock of hair fell in front of Clarisse's face and Joseph reached up almost absently, smoothing it and tucking it behind her ear. Clarisse's eyes widen and her face suffused with colour at this simple gesture. Her tongue peeked out from between her lips and moved slowly over her bottom lip. Joseph's eyes followed her tongues' every movement. His hand rose once again to her face, his fingers stroking the side of her face and his thumb followed the same path over her bottom lip. Clarisse felt the pressure on her lower lip. Her tongue slid out and swept over the tip of his thumb. Joseph inhaled sharply. Clarisse opened her lips a little and softly sucked the tip of Joseph's thumb into her mouth, running her tongue over the tip.

Joseph groaned.

His hands moved to either side of her face and he pulled her lips to his, softly kissing them before pulling her impossibly closer and crushing her mouth beneath his. It was Clarisse's turn to groan. This kiss was nothing like the one she had given him months ago. This was a kiss to devour; a kiss she had been waiting for, yearning for; a kiss she had only dreamed about.

Clarisse's arms wound themselves around Joseph's neck. She moved closer to him on the settee. She moaned in frustration, she wasn't close enough. She needed to get closer. She pulled back, breaking the kiss. She stood, kicked off her shoes then pushed Joseph back against the cushions. Seeing his look of confusion, Clarisse wasted no time sitting astride his lap. Joseph gasped when he felt her settle on his lap. He could feel her heat and she could feel his need for her. She wiggled a bit to get comfortable. Joseph reacted instantly! His hands gripped her hips and stilled her. One hand moved up her back, grabbing her head and pulling her to him for another kiss. Clarisse hands moved over his chest, revelling in the hardness she found there. They moved over his shoulders to his neck and over the small bit of hair at the nape of his neck.

Joseph broke the kiss and rested his forehead on Clarisse. Joseph could feel the heat from her through her pants. He could see how her nipples pebbled in the silk of her bra. He knew she was just as aroused as he was.

But he couldn't make love to her.

He couldn't place her in this position. No matter how much he wanted her, he…they couldn't do this. He knew that he had to be the one to stop this; it was the honourable thing to do. His personal code of honour wouldn't allow her to be harmed because of him. Clarisse watched him beneath partially closed eyes. She saw the emotions flitting across his face.

"Clarisse, we can't….we can't do this," he said.

Clarisse leaned back and simply asked, "Why?"

Joseph closed his eyes for a brief moment and then opened them; looking at the woman, he loved more than life itself. He simply said, "It's not a good idea there are too many…."

Clarisse placed her finger on Joseph's lips and said, "Again, why? Don't tell me you don't want to. Because I know that you do, that is evident. So again, why?"

Joseph couldn't believe that she could not see the ramifications of them making love.

"Clarisse, we can't," he replied again.

Clarisse rose from Joseph's lap. She stood, and moved over to the fireplace, her hand coming to rest on the mantle. Joseph watched her every movement, wanting nothing more than to have her back in his arms. But he didn't move. It was for the best if he put a stop to this now.

Clarisse dropped her hand, her arms went around her middle and hugging herself, she turned to Joseph.

"I understand," she said, the pain in her voice evident.

With those words, Joseph felt as if he had been shot. Pain exploded inside him. No physical wound could compare to the pain his soul experienced now. He knew that she did not, the despair and hurt he heard in her voice was more than he could handle. He walked towards her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She stiffened for a brief moment then leaned back into his chest. He placed his chin on top of her head.

"Clarisse," he said," please understand there would be nothing more I would enjoy than making love with you but..." Clarisse tried to turn around but Joseph stopped her. "But if I do then everything will change. No longer will I just be your Head of Security. I will be your lover. My job is to protect you. Protect you against everything and everyone, including yourself. Are you prepared to risk the Crown, Genovia, and Mia's future for the sake of a few minutes of pleasure? Because that is what would happen. Everything would be at risk if we continued this, I can't…no I won't ask you to make any more sacrifices in your life," he said.

Clarisse listened to the Joseph. Yes, there were many what ifs.

If the enemies of the Crown discovered their affair, everything would be at risk. Their affair would damage not only herself, but also Joseph, Mia and Genovia. If that happened, then the Renaldi rule and Genovia as they knew it would forever be changed.

Clarisse knew all of this. In fact, she had spent the better part of the past two nights awake, thinking about the repercussions of taking Joseph as her lover. And while the repercussions were dire, the benefits far outweighed them. For once in her life Clarisse wanted, no deserved to be selfish, to think of only herself and her happiness before everyone else. She heard the words he said but she also heard the ones he had not and those were the ones she asked about now.

"Joseph, just answer one thing. Do you love me?" Clarisse asked softly.

She felt Joseph stiffen, then relax. He answered simply, "More than life itself."

Clarisse turned in Joseph's arms, placed both hands on either side of his face and before her lips touched his she softly said, "I love you too."

Joseph groaned and crushed Clarisse to him. The kiss they shared was just as passionate as the previous ones but this time there was a touch of something else in it that caused both to shudder in delight.

Joseph picked Clarisse up. He carried her through the opened doors to her bedroom, and her bed. He kicked off his shoes before he lowered Clarisse slowly onto the soft bed, his lips never leaving hers. Finally breaking the kiss, he braced his weight on his forearms, and positioned his body over Clarisse's. Clarisse gasped at the sensation of heat that surrounded her.

Clarisse reached up and her fingertips followed the hills and valleys of his face, across his brow and down his cheeks. She traced across his chin and the crisp hair that lay there, over his lips, tracing the fullness of them. Her lips tingled in memory of how soft and supple his lips were. Her fingertips couldn't resist another gentle caress across his lips. Her breathing stopped when he took her finger and sucked it into his mouth, nibbling on the tip delicately. Her breathing resumed when he released it, only to have the caress repeated on her other one. Heat pooled in the deep recesses of her body. Her legs felt as if they were no longer attached to her body. She was positive they had turned to liquid and melted away. Her hands travelled to his neck following the line of his shirt, across his chest in a smooth caress. She wanted to explore his body completely. Clarisse tried her voice, not sure, if she had control over even that simple function.

"Lay down please," she asked him, softly. Joseph opened his eyes. They had closed of their own volition as Clarisse caressed him. He noted the look of passion mixed with curiosity on her face and answered her by simply shifting his weight and rolling onto his back. She kneeled up, gazing at him for a few minutes before reaching out and placing both her hands on his chest.

She caressed his chest through his shirt, sliding down to his stomach. She felt the muscles in his abdomen jump reflexively in answer to the caress. She began to unbutton the shirt that stood in between her and his very warm chest. With each button, Joseph's breathing became shallower. Her hands moved up across his chest, parting his shirt and pausing at his nipples for a brief scratch. Joseph jumped at the unexpected scratch but immediately settled back to enjoy the sensations from Clarisse. Clarisse caressed up his chest then down again, marvelling at how his skin seemed to dance under her fingertips. She moved her hands down to the top of his pants, her fingers reaching under the waistband to caress the quivering skin of his abdomen. Clarisse peaked up at Joseph and saw his eyes closed and his lips parted. She unbuckled his belt, laying it open, and then reached for the button that held his pants closed. Opening it, she grasped at the small tab at the top of his zipper and slowly unzipped his pants.

"Dios mio," Joseph breathed as he felt her fingers brush against the fabric of his boxers. He shaft throbbed, and he knew if he didn't take back some control he would be coming before he wanted to.

Joseph lifted his arms and moved his hands across Clarisse's back. Keeping his touches soft and firm, he explored the contours of her back and sides. Clarisse leaned into Joseph's hands stretching like a cat to follow his flowing fingertips. Joseph moved his hands under Clarisse's shirt and the warmth of his hands caused a purr to come from Clarisse. Stopping her caresses, Clarisse sat back and began to unbutton her blouse slowly. Joseph watched hungrily as she revealed her beautiful, sexy skin inch by inch. Finally unbuttoned, Clarisse pulled her arms free of her blouse. She let it drop to the floor. Suddenly shy, she dropped her gaze. Her breath caught as Joseph's hands traced the outline of her bra from back to front. Raising her gaze, she looked into Joseph's eyes as his fingertips followed the swell of her breasts. First her left then dipping into her cleavage, they followed the curve of her right breast. Clarisse's eyes drifted shut enjoying the feel of his hands on her. Her eyes flew open and she moaned when she felt the warmth of his breath and the tickle of his goatee followed by the moisture of his tongue mimicking the path his fingertips had followed. Joseph slowly removed her bra. His gaze roamed over her, heating her skin to a delicate blush and causing her nipples to crinkle in anticipation.

Clarisse has never felt so wanton and beautiful. Joseph's tongue flicked out to taste her nipple, causing another moan from Clarisse. He traced his tongue across her nipple again and slowly pulled it into his mouth and suckled tenderly.

Clarisse was sure her body was melting. She couldn't move any part of it. She knew she was still kneeling next to Joseph but how she remained upright was unknown. Heat was all she felt, glorious heat! Clarisse became aware of Joseph unbuttoning her pants. She felt his fingers travel down the length of her zipper, touching her skin delicately. He caressed her slowly, softly, revelling in the silkiness of her skin.

Joseph shifted his position. He knelt, facing Clarisse. He placed her hands on his chest and his on her waist. Clarisse's hands trailed down to Joseph's waist again and suddenly she was impatient to have him naked. Her hands pushed his pants and boxers down his hips to the tops of his thighs. Clarisse's eyes raked over his erection.

'Oh, he is magnificent,' she thought. She had to feel his texture. Her hand reached out to him. Clarisse looked up at Joseph. His eyes were dark, almost black and he simply watched her. His chest moved with deep breaths as he waited for her touch.

Her first touch was a soft tentative caress. Her hand moved over the silky steel of him softly, but after a few moments, the caress became firmer and more assured. Joseph watched Clarisse stroke him. Erotic was the only word that could describe what he witnessed now. With each stroke, Joseph pushed more of himself into Clarisse's hand. Clarisse's grip loosened and tightened on him, moving first slow, then fast then slow. With each caress, Joseph felt himself become harder, throbbing more until he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

"Clarisse?" he husked.

Clarisse heard his question and knew what he was asking. She released him, watching the expression of loss pass over his face. Moving to the edge of the bed, Clarisse swung her legs over and stood. She pushed her pants, panties and trousers socks off, stepping out of them. Standing before him completely naked, Clarisse couldn't stop the blush that heated her skin as Joseph's gaze raked over her naked body. Joseph remained on his knees. He did not attempt to move, he simply knelt in front of her in supplication. Clarisse reached for his hand, taking it in hers she pulled him forward. He moved off the bed and stood before her. Clarisse pushed his pants and boxers down, hooking his socks as she moved down his legs. She waited as he stepped out of his clothes leaving him as naked as she was. He made no move- he simply waited. Clarisse understood; he was allowing her to set the pace. From her position in front of him, she again was mesmerized by his manhood. How powerful it was, how powerful he was and all that power was hers to explore and use as she saw fit.

Joseph looked down at Clarisse and saw the mischievous look that danced across her face seconds before he felt her mouth engulf him. His knees buckled, a deep groan escaped from him and he fought to remain standing. The warmth from her mouth drove all thoughts from his mind, and the pleasure he felt was magnified ten times when he felt her hands cup him. He knew that if she continued this he would come. He placed his hands on her head trying to convey his need for her to stop, but she continued. He couldn't bring himself to pull her away, to make her stop. He resigned himself to enjoy this slow torture. Clarisse heard another moan escape from Joseph and she knew that he wasn't far from coming. She stopped suckling and simply traced his contours with her tongue. She felt him shudder above her, not in orgasm, but in an attempt to regain some control. Clarisse released him and sat back on her heels. She noted his ragged breathing, his body covered in sweat and his erection glistening with her saliva.

Clarisse stood. She trailed a soft hand up Joseph's abdomen as he fought for control. She couldn't stop the smug grin that escaped her as she watched him struggle to bring his body back under control. His eyes opened, they were black, his pupils obscuring their normal blue. He growled low, and pulled her into his arms, kissing her fiercely. Clarisse surrendered to his passion, wrapping her arms around his neck, his erection trapped between their bodies. Her breasts rubbed sensuously against the crisp hair of his chest as they continued to kiss. The kisses changed from heated to sensual and Clarisse sighed into Joseph's mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Joseph looked into Clarisse's eyes.

"Clarisse?" he asked a wealth of meaning in that one simple word. Clarisse understood what he was asking. Stepping out of his arms, she moved to the bed, lay down and opening her arms, relinquished complete control to Joseph.

Joseph moved to lie next to Clarisse. He began to caress her softly. His hand softly caressed her hip before he caressed down one leg and up the other, stopping just before he reached the juncture of her thighs. His hand trailed across her stomach before he moved up her torso, his fingertips brushing along the underside of her breasts enjoying the goosebumps that followed. His lips and tongue followed the same trail as his hands. He stopped to flick across her nipples, drawing one then the other into the heat of his mouth. He blew softly on her stomach, teasing the outline of her belly button before dipping inside, then crossing to her hip to nip it gently. Clarisse arched into his hands, trying to convey her wants to him. She could feel her wetness coating the insides of her thighs. She longed to feel him caress her wet centre but he avoided moving to the one place that was untouched by his caresses. His lips, fingers and tongue continued to torture her and Clarisse was sure that she was going to go mad with need. Her body was one large tightly stretched, quivering nerve.

Joseph looked at Clarisse enjoying her swollen parted lips, her ragged breathing, her pebbled nipples and the flush that covered her whole body. He knew that she was taut with need, the caresses only heightening her arousal. When he was sure that she could no longer withstand the tension building in her he gently caressed her outer lips, feeling the moisture pooled there. Clarisse arched into his hand, a groan of pure want escaping her. Joseph retreated, only to caress her again, this time allowing the tip of his finger to enter Clarisse.

Clarisse arched towards him. A whimper escaped, conveying all she felt to the man caressing her. He withdrew the tip of his finger and circled her again, applying a light pressure to her centre. Clarisse groaned with pure need, the tension in her building higher and higher. Joseph entered Clarisse again, this time allowing the full length of his finger to explore her.

Clarisse reaction was instantaneous! The tension in her expanded and exploded into white-hot pleasure. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, her muscles straining, and squeezing. She felt Joseph withdraw his finger, only to enter her repeatedly, caressing her clitoris. She felt her body begin to tighten once more and with a cry she exploded once more, her body arching, her mind blanking as she shook from the force of her second orgasm. Slowly awareness came back to her. Her entire body felt languid, exhausted but energetic. She turned her head to look into the eyes of Joseph.

"Hi," he said.

"Hmm…hello," answered Clarisse, reaching up and pulling Joseph's head down to hers, kissing him slowly. She pulled him toward her. He followed her urging settling between her legs. He could feel the heat and wetness from her and he shifted slightly, entering her slowly.

Clarisse sighed into Joseph's mouth as he pushed into her. She was so wet, so hot. Joseph rocked his hips slowly, enjoying the heat of Clarisse. He felt her along every inch of himself, the heat partnered with the delicious moisture of her. He used every bit of control he possessed to keep his thrusts slow and even. He wanted to build the tension inside her again until she and he could no longer stand it.

Clarisse moved against Joseph. He was so hard, so hot inside her. He felt wonderful and Clarisse could feel the tension in her begin to build once more, to begin to coil into a tight ball. She undulated her hips, her movements picking up speed in direct contrast to Joseph's slow thrusting. Joseph felt Clarisse begin to move faster beneath him and he sped up his thrusts to match her movements. He thrust harder and faster into her following her lead lifting her legs higher onto his hips. Joseph felt the slow burn begin in his lower back, spreading across his hips to his groin. He knew his orgasm would be on him in a few minutes. He shifted his weight, kneeling up and pulled Clarisse up onto his thighs. He reached around her, his arms locking around her back. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled Clarisse up off the bed and onto his lap, changing the angle of his penetration. Clarisse gasped at the change in angle then moaned when his lips closed around her nipple, his fingers reaching between their bodies to find her clitoris.

Thrusting up and into her, he caressed her. His thrusts were short and powerful and combined with the pressure to her clitoris Clarisse felt her body explode, sending her into the realm of pure pleasure. As Clarisse's channel rhythmically squeezed around Joseph, his thrusts became faster, less rhythmic more stuttered. He felt his balls contract tightly against his body before his orgasm crashed over him. His mouth closed over Clarisse's breast, suckling hard as he shuddered beneath her before finally collapsing forward, Clarisse underneath him.

Eventually, Joseph was able to roll off Clarisse onto his back. Clarisse shifted, laying her head across Joseph's chest as his arm came around to rest across her shoulders. Their breathing steadied and both slipped into sleep, each relishing the presence of the other.

The End