CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"What's her name, Rai?" Joe was sitting with Lorraine who was playing with Beary and her barbie. Lorraine had been clinging to Joe since she woke up, it was kind of cute, yet heeartbreaking at the same time because everytime we tried to seperate her she got teary and her bottom lip trembled, signalling she was going to cry.
"This is Sarah." Lorraine hummed, petting her barbies hair down and sitting her in the sand. "She's having a tea party with Beary. Would you like to join us?" She asked with all the formality of a 4-year-old.
"Sure." Joe agreed, shrugging and Lorraine gasped at him in horror.
"No." Lorraine stood with her little hands on her little hips and I giggled. "You hafta say it propper, like a Prince."
"Oh." Joe nodded, but he looked puzzled. Joe looked at me with wide eyes whilst Lorraine looked at him expectantly. I rolled my eyes and leaned in to whisper to him, taking pity on the poor boy.
"Say you'd be delighted or honored or something like that." I told him with another giggle.
"Why?" Joe asked, a cute frown forming on his lips that I just wanted to kiss off.
"Boys." I rolled my eyes. "Lorraine, might I join you for tea?" I asked formally and Lorraine broke out in a grin.
"We'd be delighted if you would join us." Lorraine responded, shooting Joe a look, who still looked bewildered. I stuck my tongue out at Joe that I got to join the tea party and he pouted. "Now you gotta do it propper, Joe." Lorraine insisted with her childish authority.
"Oh, uh..." Joe scratched his head. "I would be honored to join you for tea?" He managed to make it sound like a question.
"I guess it'll hafta be fine." Lorraine sighed gravely and I giggled again at the affronted look on Joe's face. "Now you sit here, Joe." She pushed him down into the sand. "And Miley sits here, and Beary will sit there and Sarah can sit with me." The Lorraine ran off to get some cups that had survived the crash.
"What just happened?" Joe asked me when Lorraine was gone.
"You were almost exiled from a tea party with a four year old." I snickered, earning a mock glare. "You never had a tea party before did you?"
"I'm a man, men don't do tea parties." Joe defended and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, you know, she was upset, I couldn't say no." He muttered, blushing.
"You gotta say some fancy crap, like meeting the Queen, except without the accent. Mam'aw used to take me out for tea at least once a month for, like, seven years until we moved to Malibu." I remembered our last tea, after graduation.
"I don't know how to do fancy shit." Joe said, wide-eyed. "What if I do something wrong? I don't want her to cry again."
"Take my lead." I muttered as Lorraine came back.
"Do you want sugar with your tea?" Lorraine asked, sitting opposite me with Joe on her left.
"Please." I agreed and she tipped some sand into a cup full of sea water.
"Joe?"
"Uh... Okay?" He looked hesitant, like he might actually have to drink the sea water.
"No." Lorraine said in a patient voice, as if she were the adult and Joe was the child. "You gotta say it right." She was starting to see that she'd have to explain everything to Joe. "Silly boy." She muttered.
"Oh, um. Yes please." Joe ammended and I couldn't help giggling. Lorraine bussied herself with Beary and her Barbie. "Do we have to actually drink it?" Joe whispered to me.
"Just smile and pretend." I commanded.
"How do I pretend to drink seawater?" Joe hissed. It was a very amusing tea party from then on to say the least.
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I couldn't sleep. I don't know why, I laid down, as soon as I was within reach Joe wrapped his whole body around me, I closed my eyes, I counted sheep, I counted grains of sand, I tried everything, but I just couldn't sleep. But, Joe could. He looked adorable in his sleep, I couldn't help but watch him; I was sitting up, leaning against a wall of the shelter with Joe's head in my lap, my fingers combing absently through his mess of black curls. It gave me time to think; I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
The connection I felt with Joe, it wasn't just my imagination, he said he felt it too. But, it was so ridiculous, we only met for a few weeks three years ago, and now we only met again a week ago and Lilly swore up and down that Joe was ready to proffess his undying love for me. That couldn't happen... Could it? Was it because of the crash? Was our relationship moving faster because of the crash? But, then what happens when we're rescued? Will it be like before - before the crash, before the plane, before the airport... Befoe the text after Graduation? I didn't want it be like before,, I met Joe again, I was drawn to him, I think I was becoming addicted to him. The taste of his lips, the way his puppy dog eyes lit when he smiled, the way they darkened with lust, the husky way his voice sounded as my name fell from his lips.
"You're makin' me insane, Joey." I looked down at him, sleeping peacefully, a shadow of hair across his lower face, a small smile playing at his lips, his eyes moving under his lids as he dreamed. "Why did you text me?" I asked his sleeping form. I'd been wondering and pondering for a long time why he texted me; he said it was because someone Flittered him a viral video of my graduation, but was that true? Or did he feel the pull I felt for him now even then? "Did you feel it then? Did you know we were gonna see each other soon?"
"Mmm... Mine..." Joe moaned in his sleep, nestling into my lap and hugging me tighter.
"Yeah, Babe, I'm yours." I cooed, I wondered what he was dreaming about. "It's only been a week on this piece of rock and I think I'm already falling for you." It was a scary thought, was I ready to fall in love? Especially with someone as damaged and broken as Joe? Could I help to fix him? Thinking about Joe being broken reminded me of a song; not just any song, Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson. "You're so beautiful." I whisper-sang, "such a beautiful disaster." My beautiful disaster. Joe nuzzled into my lap and groaned a little.
"Mi?..." Joe mumbled and I sighed, he was starting to wake up.
"It's okay, Baby, go back to sleep." I commanded lightly.
"Sleep." Joe yawned, reaching up to rub his eyes.
"Yeah, go back to sleep." I couldn't help but smile at him. Looking at him, so pure and innocent in this moment, I knew I could never go back to like I was before Joe. There was the 18 and a half years before Joe, and then there's the rest of my life.
"Why're you awake?" Joe asked, a little more awake and able to form coherent sentences.
"Couldn't sleep." I shrugged, causing his lips to turn down into a frown.
"Are you okay, Babe?" Joe sat up, eyeing me worriedly.
"I'm fine, just thinkin'." I assured.
"'Bout what?" He let out a breath, relaxing now that he knew I was okay.
"Just stuff." I didn't want him to worry. I smiled and kissed his lips as if I'd been doing it for a lifetime. "Is it weird that I'm gonna miss seeing so many stars when we're resuced?"
"I'm gonna miss it too." Joe smiled sleepilly at me. "I'm gonna miss getting to sleep with you more." I blushed, thanknful for the darkness of the night. "We crashed on a freaking island, and hundreds of people died, but you make me sleep better than I have in years. You make me less angry and violent, I think I'll kill someone if I can't have you after this."
"No murder." I scolded, leaning into him when he slipped his arms around me. "If I'm not there, then call me, 'cause I care about you too much to let you get arrested."
"Really?" He seemed so hesitant. "You still want to know me after?"
"Sweet niblets." I groaned and a wicked grin grew on his face. "Joe, how many times do I have to say it before it get's into your seemingly thick head that I want you?" I felt like I was having a tantrum. "I wouldn't be kissing you ad skinny dipping if I didn't want something with you, dang flabit."
"Did you know you sound very southern when you're angry?" Joe asked and I gaped at him. That's all he took from that? "Promise you'll yell at me with that sexy little accent if I get violent?"
"Promise." I giggled, I guess I was actually getting through to him. "Only if you stop beating yourself up all the time?"
"I can promise I'll try." I pouted, that wasn't what I wanted, I wanted him to stop hating himself - because to me he had no reason to - but I guess I had to take what I could get. "What else were you thinking about?"
"As long as you have it through that skull of yours that I'm not going anywhere, then it's not important." I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Go back to sleep, Baby."
"It's almost midnight." Joe groaned, squinting at his watch. "Come sleep with me?"
"Little fast, don't you think?" I teased as Joe reached for the blannket he'd kicked off in his sleep. "We've only just started dating, like, two days ago, and you think you can already get into my pants?"
"Well." Joe smirked through the darkness. "Technically they're my pants." He laid down and tugged on my hand until I laid down too. "But, I'll go as fast or slow as you want. I don't want to do something and scare you off."
"If I can watch you slice a babies name into your and not run for the hills I'm pretty you can't get rid of me." I let my hand fall onto his bandaged arm as I spoke, the scars that would probably never fade, just like the memories having to hold them and move them.
"He needed someone to remember him." Joe choked out.
"I know, Joey, I know." I cooed. "Go back to sleep, Joe, I'm not going anywhere." I assured kissing his cheek, but Joe turned his head so my lips landed on his. I started to pull away - I only intended a goodnight kiss - but Joe moved with me until I was on my back and he was half over me, kissing me. His tongue poked out and I moaned at the initial contact, burrying my hands in his hair; Joe is a really good kisser.
"God, yesterday was torture, Miles. Being so close and not getting to touch you how I wanted..." Joe groaned, his lips ghosting across mine as he spoke, his hand moving from my hip up; up under his shirt that covered my body - after changing into clean clothes again which Joe chose, seemingly refusing to let me wear my own. The pad of his thumb brshed just barely touching over one of my nipples and I let out a breathless moan. "I had to run off like a twelve-year-old and fuck my hand until I came." He growled and I moaned, oh that sounded so good. So sexual. "Twice." Joe's hand moved to fully cup my breast
"Joe." I mumbled as he pulled away from my lips.
"Do you like knowing that?" Joe asked, his nose setting the trail dwon my skin. "Fuck you smell so sexy, I didn't know it was possible, but you do." Joe's own shirt stopped him from having the skin-to-skin contact he wanted when he reached my chest. "Do you like knowing you made me so hard I had to come twice before my boner went away?" Well, it did kind of inflate my ego, but I didn't have the voice to say anything. He nuzled against my breast through his shirt, the hand under the fabric consistantly playing with my nipple.
"We have to stop." I finally managed to pant out. "The others-"
"Are sleeping." Joe interrupted, "we'll be quiet, Babe... I just want to... Touch you." Oh God! I felt heat and moisture pool at his words. "No-one will know." He seduced, licking his lips before I felt them around my other nipple. He didn't seem to care that his shirt was between us as he suckled one of my nipples and played with the other.
"Sweet niblets." I moaned, clenching my fists tightly, trying not to make any noise and wake someone up.
"Certainly nibbling somethin sweet here, Precious." Joe groaned, pulling his lips away from my clothed nipple.
"We shouldn't-" I tried to deny i a moment of clarity when Joe's hand slithered down off my breast. Down, down, down...
"I'll keep you quiet, Baby, no-one will know." Joe whispered in my ear. "It'll feel so good." He cooed, his fingers slipping under the waistband of the sweatpants I was wearing. "Let me feel you writhing so sexilly in my arms, moaning at my touch... Coming around my fingers." Hie fingers slipped down between the lips of my sex and all I could do was moan, my eyes fluttering closed. He touched my clit lightly and I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Baby." Joe groaned. He rubbed my sex a couple of times making me moan in want. I was so wet and hot, and now I think he was just plain torturing me. I opened my mouth to beg him to do something more before I lost my mind, but he beat me to it, his mouth on mine at the same time as his swiftly moved two fingers inside of me. His thumb touched my clit, rubbing in slow tantalising cirles whilst his fingers moved inside me; years of laying the guitar ad pian and countless other instruments had certainly made Joe talented with his fingers. My hands gripped at anything they could reach as my mind just completely walked away; sand, Joe's arms, the blanket, Joe's head, anything I could reach as he swollowed all of my moans and whimpers with his kisses. He nibbled my bottom lip a little as his fingers curved inside me at just the right angle that made me lose it.
"Joe." I gasped against his lips, feeling fuzzy and light-headed as my orgasm subsided. "Oh, God, Joe!" He pulled his hand out of my pants and in the darkness of the shelter I could see a glimmer in his eyes. Joe's dark brown eyes locked on my lusty blue ones and he pointedly reached up and sucked his fingers - covered in my orgasm - into his mouth one at a time, making my eyes widen as I laid there, completely exhausted.
"Yum." Joe grinned after he'd lapped his fingers clean. "Go to sleep now, Baby?"
1) Favourite part of the chapter?
2) Anything you would have liked to have been different?
3) I know it was a while ago,but I'm surprised no-one has made a connection with Lorraine and her siblings.
4) I didn't really know where to end this, I figured going any further would just be over-writing this chapters welcome, but it's a sucky, abrupt ending.
I know I said I'd write a Christmas series this year, but I tried, I actually had a really good idea in my head to do with a revised 12 Days Of Christmas (not as smutty as the camera one). The story is just fighting me and I'm still stuck on chapter 1, which would set up the whole pretense for the other 11 chapters, and get the 12 days started, but it just isn't working out, so I'm not going to have the Christmas story this year, but I will try and do something special for all of you guys :-D
I don't know why, but I've had a story idea of a Glee/Criminal Minds crossover story. It's been stuck in my head for a while now, but I'm very aprehensive about how it would turn out.
I also have the idea of a story about Santa with a twist that involve Joe Jonas, and a shiny red convertible instead of a sleigh... I'll probably save that for next year though because the holiday season is almost over. Let me know what you think about all these ideas :-D
I've gotten lots of suggestions for H in the A-Z series, so I'll try and have that up soon :P
Reviews are more than welcome in place of holiday gifts :D
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