#goldery

My headcanon, since there's no clue in the series, it's that her birtday falls on 10th July (also because she strikes me as a Cancer so so much!) , so, happy headcanon!birthday to my fave YOU girl ever! <3 this was a snippet from my last 'Ezra and Ella' published chapter: *

The rest of the day passes so fast then when it’s finally midnight I can’t hold on anymore. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” I whisper in your ear.  

“Thank you, honey.” You caress my face. I just have to push my luck. “Do you think that a birthday kiss would be inappropriate?” “Probably it would…” You answer, before pulling me by the T-shirt. “But I don’t give a damn!” I smile, placing my lips on yours, softly at first, then it turns so mutually demanding that we both end up lying down on the sofa, me beneath you.

We’re both panting and you must feel it for sure how much I’m liking it. “Huh! Well, if this is the gift, I appreciate it a lot.” You sheepishly smile, parting from me.

“Well, actually I have a … huh, tangible gift too.. “ I get up to take it. You look so surprised when I hand the golden package to you. “Just how?” You ask me as you unwrap it. “I have my secrets… and also a loyal friend who always helps me.”I wink at you.

undressing and confessing (not to mention Joe finally talking about what happend in London, coming shortly after this... ) *

“Joe, would you mind pulling the zipper down and setting me free from my dress?” “You know, it’s been more than two years since I’ve undressed a woman… and the last one was you…” I murmur, as I make the zipper trace half the path, exposing your sexy back more and more, all that precious skin I’m yearning to kiss and cherish.

You turn again to smile at me, so sweetly, but I can’t resist the opportunity of teasing your jealousy a little bit.

“Well, of course, save for all the sexy female guards from the jail I undressed in my dreams.” I sneer. “Oh. Well, that’s more than understandable. I suppose that in such a situation you had to resort to your vivid fantasy, not to get crazy.” You try to keep it together, but don’t think I didn’t see the flash of anger that crossed your eyes, Bronte.

And, not so surprisingly, you slided a tad farther from me and your sexy back now is unreachable.

“After all, I guess I can perfectly comprehend you: during my book signing sessions there were some cool guys who tickled my imagination, too…” you giggle. Wait. What?!

“Which level of tickling?” I stare at you with the intensity of a policeman during a questioning.

“Probably the same as yours.” You challenge me with your look.

“Okay, I was bluffing. Barely there were female guards, let alone sexy ones.” “Same here. Save for my only physical relationship with Paul who lasted shortly anyway..” Fucking Paul-still-without-surname, I hate him for the fact he saw you naked, more than once. More times than me … maybe?

“Joe… I know that look. You weren’t listening to me anymore, were you?”

Guilty. “Err.. you’re right. Probably my mind drifted back to the zipper I was lowering…” “Yeah, sure. I just said that save for the things I uselessly tried to make them work with Paul, in my mind there was no room for fantasies about other guys. It was too crowded by your presence.” You wink at me.

“Good memories, I hope.” Considering that the very last ones were me trying to kill you in several ways or me begging you to kill me.

“Not always so good, but that’s the point. Do you remember when my confession released you from jail and you came back home, finding the hidden camera?” You ask me, sliding a bit closer to me again.

“How am I supposed to forget one of my most pissed off moments?”

“Yeah, that’s it. I still remember your very angry ‘Hello,Bronte!’ through the camera. That scared the hell out of Louise, but Bronte… she was so thrilled you had gotten in touch with her again. That part of me brought me back to you, already knowing how dangerous it could have been. And you can’t tell me I wasn’t right!”

“Well, if you were a cat, you would have lost three out of your seven lives, due to me; so yeah, I guess you’re right.” I make you smile, despite everything. “And we can also say that even if Louise was proud of her job that night, in the woods, among the police and all its consequences, and she went on being happy and satisfied for a while; Bronte was begging to differ. And despite every logic and good judgment, I listened to that part of me, which brought us where we are now.”

Let's go on with my collection/headcanons of messy girls in the kitchen. Actually, the whole one shot is not even about it, but I couldn't resist anyway ^^' * You have been chopping vegetables up for at least forty minutes. You insisted that you’re cooking dinner and you decided we're having Chicken Noodle Soup.

In my humble opinion, a quite hard recipe. I have even made you notice that, but you said it was your super trouper dish.

Even your Spaghetti and Meatballs from two days ago were supposed to be and… Let’s just say I wish I could suffer from amnesia to forget how bad they were.

I walk silently towards you who can’t notice me, as engrossed as you are. But I wait for you to put the knife down before kissing your nape and make you startle. And that’s why I waited until you quit with the chopping.

You turn, smile at me and I kiss you, slowly, tenderly. “Sweetheart, do you need some help?” I disguise with kindness my ultimate attempt of making this dinner vaguely edible, as I peer at your cooking. Uhm… No sign of burnt food, the chicken seems cooked enough, the sugar is far away from the worktop, before you can easily confuse it with the salt. I know it because sadly it already happened. *

I really have a soft spot for making characters have phone calls <3 I've already shown some Dair a few weeks ago, so now it's Goldery's turn. And yes ... this could lead to some spicy stuff, because with Joe Goldberg smut is never enough!

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“What’s wrong, honey? The meeting with your lawyer didn’t go well, did it?” “Follow-up question?” Is your more than explicit answer. “Oh, Joe, I’m so sorry!” I sigh. “Me too, sweetheart, but you know me, I never easily surrender.”

“It’s one of the things I love the most about you, Joe.” “Ohh. Thank you. Would you mind going on with the list? With both of us naked, eventually…”

Not only did you tear a smile from me, you also filled my mind with wild, hot scenarios.

“Sounds like a plan. And I have every intention of cheering you up. Still two long hours to go and then you’ll be my top priority.” You chuckle. “Ohhh, I like that. and especially the top part…” And that’s it, my legs feel like jelly after that sexy innuendo and the lower, sexier tone of your voice. “I’ll tell you what, Bronte. Why don’t we make it earlier than two hours? I’m on my way home and… I’m sure you can already close the bookstore. I’ll have a chat with your Boss.”

It was supposed to be a quick hint, right before focusing on the prompt... instead, I don't know how but I just wrote the most detailed bl*wj*b scene than I can recall. ^^' Those two are just spiralling out of control XD