#updating

He was kind, and tall and handsome as they are, brown eyes that move with every brush of your hair, he was always one to be focused on what people were saying, that observation meant something to you. You did not feel threatened or intimidated by his presence, actually, it was nice that he was there, you weren’t completely alone and he was a nice chat. He knew so much about so many things, it was like he spent his entire life absorbing different information, not even just small bits, he knew the infrastructure of all of the topics you both covered and that fascinated you. 

The floor was still sticky and you were still getting that hooded-eye feeling that happens when you get too drunk, ready to crawl into your bed and sleep it off. A pang in your stomach from the thought of having to depart from your friend of a friend. “Weird” you thought. 

You fumbled with your phone for a second too long before the tall, handsome, brown eyed man stepped closer to you, his bare arm peppered with freckles barely touching yours, pulled out his phone “here, I can call us an Uber if you are comfortable with that, I can add a stop to yours and then I can head to mine, of course if you are alright with that.” He continues “Or I could text Ben and see if he is free to take you home” you could tell, even in your almost stupor, that his intentions were to make you feel comfortable, not crowded, and not forced. He had observed that you felt safe around your best friend Ben. You obliged in your head before speaking, and you felt almost dumb for getting too drunk just because you were stood up 3 hours earlier and had decided not to cope properly. Maybe it was the way he spoke with hesitated confidence, and air of certainty, or the way his hands clasped a glass, his silver bracelet dangling slightly, or it could have even been the way his hair slightly fell when he was nodding and leaning in when a point of conversation got really good. “Thank you, Joe” was all that came out though. 

The uber ride was slightly suffocating, you were still coming down from the giggle-phase of drinking and the Uber smelled exactly like a red rubber shoe your Polly Pocket had when you were young, you could not stop giggling to yourself and trying to explain it to Joe made you entirely hysterical. Although he did not really know exactly why you were laughing, Joe joined  in on the fest, causing your stomach to cramp from laughing so hard. 

“Ohno” you thought “we are only eight minutes from my home” another pang in your stomach left you feeling strange once more, you did not want the night to end. Alas as all good things do, it did. Joe was very sweet in bringing you inside the double doors leading up to your apartment, well, it was sort of a blur really, “please don’t make me go inside” you murmured, he heard, “I don’t think I am quite ready for the night to end” you said a little louder, almost pouting. The boots you were wearing dug into your heels and you could barely keep your eyes open. “I think we should actually find waffles to eat instead” but Joe ushered you inside still, making sure you got in safely before fleeing into the sedan and not really saying much. Getting inside was the easy part, forcing yourself to drink water and take a tylenol was where will power kicked in. Once you were out of your bar clothes you snuggled into bed by yourself in your apartment, alone, you realized. Completely alone, as your roommate had other plans for her Friday night. “Joe didn’t even attempt to come in” you thought, another flutter in your stomach, “I wish he would have” and then you were out. 

Lately, you found yourself searching for him when your friends got together, sometimes he was not there, but mostly he was. Showing up to dinners with a bouquet for the host of their favorite flowers, an appetizer that was specialized for your friends with allergies or food restrictions, hand-made desserts that felt like home. It was becoming too much for you to ignore, you liked Joe, always opting in to sit near him when possible, even bringing him up when he was not there. It happened slowly, but before you realized it he was all you could think of. 

One evening, when it was your turn to host a dinner and game night, you decided to personally invite Joe, sending him a separate text from your group messages, “how romantic” you thought. It read “Hi, Joe! I hope to see you tonight, bring your game face because Claire and I always win!”. He responded promptly “I will be there, but you obviously have not played against Jake and I, I will bring a dish!”. You giggled, like actually, and then, panic set in. You looked around your apartment, he had never been inside and there was only 6 hours to make everything so… perfect. You had mentioned to Claire you had a little crush about a month ago and she has not let you forget since, as if he was not already always on your mind, but she was a true friend and knew how much this meant to you, even though you got crushes on everyone including the garbage man, the guy bagging your groceries, and the man walking his dog behind you late at night. But this felt entirely different. Claire helped you clean and reorganize your entire apartment, head to toe, which was not that wild since it wasn’t huge, she even helped you cook when you needed to shower to make sure you were ready long before anyone arrived in the fear that he may arrive early. Something he was notorious for as he thought he would be there to be able to help set up. He was so nice. 

Seven O’clock rolled around and Joe, on time as always, showed up with flowers and a dish, as always. He walked in as if he had known the place well but turned flush for a brief second when he saw you. He handed the flowers to you before digging his hands into his pockets and saying “ya know, haha, I don’t really think I knew your favorite flower so I uhhh- I got one of each that they had” he lifts one hand to scratch the back of his neck, “I am now realizing that was excessive I am sorry”

he looked down briefly, awkwardly, fidgeting with his shoes. “Oh! Joe! How wonderful is this? Everything is in here! All of them! My mother used to own a floral shop and every month a new one would bloom, I could never pick a favorite!” you lifted the colorful bouquet up to your nose “this is so amazing- Thank you.” you said with much sincerity. All joe could do was smile his showy smile “what can I do to help” he suggested, looking to Claire so that he would not have to look at you holding a bouquet so big it almost hid your entire upper half. “Make yourself at home” you threw out while placing the beautiful vase as the centerpiece of your apartment, “really we are basically done!” you respond again, which wasn’t even true. Claire had helped you in the kitchen so long while also trying to get ready she ended up with half her hair up and curly and the other half frizzy and down, she really was such a good friend, you thought. Claire dismissed herself to finish getting ready and for a second it was just the two of you standing in your kitchen staring at one another.  

You guys always dressed up for these get-togethers and tonight you were donned in a navy blue chiffon maxi dress that you had worn once to a wedding, ironically you realize that Joe's navy suit pants went impeccable with his brown tie. You blushed a little. 

Your navy kitten heels clacked along the hardwood as you begin to set the table, Joe followed suit, placing great detail on the intentions of where you put stuff. If you fixed a knife he copied until it looked the same. You thought for a second- how has he never brought a girl to any of these events, surely there was someone in his life worth his weekends and unkempt hair. He never so much as mentioned dating casually. Maybe it was so obvious that a man like him would be in a relationship it didn’t even need to be said, but again, it has never been mentioned. Right as you began to freak out the oven dinged and there was a knock at the door.

Your friends began filing in, filling the empty spaces on the table and counters with food and drinks of all kinds. Laughter ensued around the candle lit table, the oven and the wine made everyone warm, turning cheeks crimson, making some take their jackets off, loosen their ties, let their guards down a bit. As talk moved to the living-room you notice Joe make a face at Ben and Sophie who were trying to sit next to you, Sophie stood moving one space over and Joe plopped on the couch next to you “it was nothing” you thought “i’m overthinking things” you reassured yourself in your head. You tried to steal a glance from him a couple of times, the first chance the person to your left, Claire, made a recall to a joke that was said an hour prior, you turned to laugh and look at Joe, but when you turned you met his eye. “Was he already looking at me?” you thought. The second came once the six of you established teams for codenames, his opposing yours, you noticed that maybe he actually was looking at you. The third time felt intentional, your cheeks red, the strap to your dress kept falling off your shoulder, your hand was tucked under your chin you sitting on the floor leaning on the coffee table, Joe taking the couch leaning over the coffee table, the crowd gathered in conversation, you said something funny and quippy and turned your head to see if Joe laughed, you met eyes and stared a second longer than you meant to. When your brain caught up you realized he was mouthing “Hi” to you, for some reason you looked away before you could really acknowledge what just happened. “It was just hi” you thought. Some boldness inside you compelled you to move closer to him once your heart stopped racing, you abruptly stood, walked to the kitchen to grab wine and a cookie for two, and when you returned you sat closer, hanging out by his legs instead. You quickly realized that the feeling in your stomach you have been feeling has been butterflies, you were actually nervous when he bent down to talk to you, his hands around the cold glass again, his silver watch peaking out from his white button down, his hair messier than when he arrived, his tie looser, it all overwhelmed you how wonderful he was to be around and look at and talk to. His hand at one point brushed your elbow that was resting on the couch, the small touch sending sparks throughout your entire body. Electric and alive.

You could audibly hear your friends' conversations die down around you, yawns ensued, situationships were texted and see-ya-laters were said until it was -all of a sudden- just you and Joe in your apartment with dishes to clean and counters to wipe. Cleaning after parties was one of your favorite tasks, and a small- and I mean very small- part of you hoped he would not offer to help clean up and instead go home so you could turn on Alanis Morissette and have this done in 30 minutes. At this point in the night heels should have been off, ties undone and draped over shoulders, but instead you both were dressed to the nines, walking around awkwardness and saying anything to fill the silence. It meant a lot right now to you the way you both presented to each other, still trying to ‘swoon’ him. 

 You stood with your glass mid conversation and headed towards the kitchen and without prompting, Joe gathered dishes and headed in behind you, music you had on from earlier in the day played softly on a small speaker tucked on top of your fridge, you could hear the outline of what sounded like downtown lights, the kitchen was painted in gold lighting from the low lamps and candles littering the countertop, the big light felt harsh in any measure but the light airyness you felt right now the big light could probably blind you. “You do not have to help me clean up, Joe. Honestly, there is not much to clean up, I don’t even really need to do this right now. It is just nice when I can go to bed and the house is clean”. Joe, holding the white ceramic dish that was your grandmothers, took a step towards you “well- you said to make myself at home” he uttered with a smirk, he took one step past you so that he was even closer and leaned into the sink to put the dish in the running water, when he pulled away he lingered slightly. Heat glowed on your cheeks. It was embarrassing, all he did was stand close to you and your breath hitched, your cheeks flushed, your heart rate picked up. Joe seemed to notice this, and he got the sense that it was not a bad hitch of your breath or tense of your shoulders. You both continued to clear off the tables, put cards away, and wash, dry, put away dishes. It was the most intimate thing you have ever experienced in your entire life. Joe's sleeves were rolled up so as to not get them wet, his hair flopping down as he ran the dry dishtowel around the inside and rim of a bowl, his laugh when he was about to say something he thought you would laugh at. The conversation hit a lull. Not an awkward one at all, a silence that came with an understanding of one another. It was late for you, about eleven pm, for some reason tonight you felt like you could stay up the entire night talking to him and would not get tired. 

Joe moved a step closer to you standing side-by-side at the kitchen sink facing the window, “I can leave anytime” Joe stated “I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” He cut himself off for a second, contemplating his next few sentences “say the words and i’m out, sometimes you gotta kick me out,” and then he admits almost devastatingly “I honestly think I just really enjoy spending my time with you” the last words made your stomach drop, he noticed a shift in your way and had a hard time reading it, he tucked the towel on edge of the sink and slowly made his way to grab his things. “Why can’t I talk all of a sudden” the thought running in your head. You felt sick, but not in the way that felt bad or gross, but in the way that made you want to tell him that you actually wanted him to stay here for like, the rest of your life. He padded towards the door before saying “thank you for a great night” saying your name with a soft edge to it that made your blood colder. “Wait-Joe- just wait one second please”, he froze with his hand on the doorknob, seconds from leaving your apartment. “I- UGH. It is so hard for me to talk sometimes.” you blurted without thinking. “Will you come back in and sit down with me?”

 Of course he obliged, this time taking off his tie, you your shoes and settling on the couch together facing one another. You started “I don’t want you to leave right now yet if you don’t want to” you mustered out. A look of relief washed over him, “also I-” he cut you off for the first time. “I’m feeling brave right now and I just need to get this off my chest. About a year ago when I used to come around more often with the bigger group of people, I really liked you then, of course we barely knew each other but I was always drawn to you, well once you started dating Andy I backed off and then stopped coming around entirely because I did not like how he talked to you, it got me in a funk seeing you with him, I recently found out that you two called it quits just 6 months in, which I am really sorry to hear that but all I can think of is how much time I have wasted not getting to know you because I thought you were still with that prick…sorry” “He used to pull you in so uncomfortably close, he used to lock eyes with other girls at bars, I hated him” He let out a deep breath when he was done. You sat there eyes wide, mouth open, your stomach was doing flips unimaginable. “Joe I-... I really like you” was all you could stutter. His eyes met yours and from the outside you both probably appeared sad the way your eyes bore into one another, what was happening was both of you plotting your next move. Joe scootched closer to you so that your legs were touching lightly. “Well thank god because I really like you too” he replied, his face moving from inches to centimeters from yours. Even though you had garlic bread and pasta for dinner his breath smelled minty and clean. His eyes bore into yours, the brown pools asking silently for permission, your head automatically nodding at whatever he was hinting at, your arm gripping his shirt as it rested on your shoulder. Slowly his mouth pressed into yours, not crashing but with an underlying urgency. He was warm as one hand floated to rest on your thigh, the other cupping your cheek as to guide you, he somehow slid your bodies closer to one another so your thighs were resting on his lap. The slow kisses turned into needy ones very quickly and you started to claw at his shirt, grasping for buttons you could hardly see. He pulled away slightly “mmmh alright baby- I know, I feel it too, let me just take care of you, okay?” and with that you surrendered. The kissing quickened and the two of you made it clear where you wanted this to go tonight. His tongue slid between your teeth and his breath quickened as you bit lightly on his tongue. He took a chance and replaced his tongue with his right thumb, you looked him right in the eyes as your own tongue swirled around his thumb, licking the very tip of it before he drew it out with a sigh “fuck” was all he uttered. 

The two of you made your way to you bedroom, that you had just cleaned and put fresh sheets on, without taking your lips off of each other, Joe shut the door with his leg and cornered you against the door “your strap has been falling down all night, I wanted everyone to leave and to take the whole thing down with my teeth” he spat, a shiver through your spine. Joe slowly lowered you onto the bed, his hands gripping your hips hiking your dress up, he was quick and slow at the same time “how is that possible” you thought. “Take your dress off” he commanded, you complied, achingly removing your long dress, your matching set of navy underwear and bra had Joe quite literally fall to his knees in front of you, you leaned down to kiss him but instead he stood with another command “take everything off” 

he watched intently, muttering something under his breath as you stood on your knees in front of him removing your bra. He started unbuttoning his shirt so he was only left in his pants that had grown too small in the waist area suddenly, both of you trying to maintain eye contact but slipping when another button was popped open. Joe walked towards you, his lip between his teeth “on your back for me” and you did as he said. He sank down on top of you, hurried kisses made the tension higher and you needier, he made his way down, stopping to cup your nipple into his mouth, drawing concentric circles making your back arch and a moan escape your lips “I bet I could make you come just by doing this all night” and you nodded frantically thinking “I bet he could make me come by breathing on my neck correctly”. He kept slipping lower and lower until he was past your naval and his head was kissing the inside of your thighs, your body already felt as if it were on fire from his touch. 

Without warning his warm tongue swiped once over your clit, Joe groaned at the first taste of you sending a hot wave up your cheeks, you let yourself relax at the new sensation, naturally gripping his hair as he sank towards your core, his nose lightly grazing your soft spot you let out an excited squeal that you could not have stopped “I’m excited, too baby” he whispered out. Joe lifted his head up to look towards you, your hips instinctively bucking to find the lost friction but to no avail, Joe let out a chuckle and your response was a soft and breathless “please”, “please, what?” Joe responded “What do you want, use your words for me”, you felt helpless, you have never had to beg for what you wanted, and never wanted to beg more in your entire life. “Please will you put your mouth on it” the phrasing sounding awkward and clearly unrehearsed to you. Joe towering over you on his knees, lent down to be face to face, he brushed a soft kiss to your lips “I’m going to need you to tell me exactly what it is you want baby” you nodded enthusiastically

“Joe… will you please give me any relief, ohmy god please” “can you please eat my out!” you practically yelled. He lowered his head again towards your core, his front accidentally brushing against you on his way down, he was rock hard and so composed. He slowly started to lap you up, you let out a frustrated groan as he was going to slow, forcing his head down by his hair, which just made him go slower, it was agonizing and fireworks were going off inside your belly. Once you lightened your hold on his muddy brown hair he quickened his speed, bringing you to your high sooner than you’d like to admit, he had not even inserted a single finger, yet you were wrapped around his. “Joe i’m gonna c-” you tried to get out but the pressure stopped, his mouth moved away from you, your eyes jolted open “Not yet, sweetheart, you aren’t going to yet” his mouth glistening with your arousal, using the back of his hand to swipe you clean off of him. He stood, slowly pulling down the clothes that encased his lower half, freeing himself, stepping back onto the bed Joe lined himself up with you “you’re already so fucking wet for me, tell me what you want baby” he so much as spat out “You- I want you please” you trembled from the pleasure. In what felt like an instant, Joe was inserting himself into you, your bodies shivered as they became one, you both letting out loud mouthed groans. He sat there a second relishing in the feeling before starting to slowly pump in and out before continuing it into a pummel. Your hands grasped his shoulders with the need to be closer, your eyes staring into one another “goddamnit, you're so warm baby, keep arching into me just like that, you’re gonna make me come” but your release was on the hilt. He pounded into you nearly growling when you squeezed tighter around him “get on your stomach” but before you could move he was practically picking you up and flipping you over to where he wanted you to be “that’s it baby, keep your ass in the air for me” your head buried deep into your pillows, you let out a soft giggle as you looked back, he was already smiling at you.

I'm going to update this post later to make the new pinpost. Right now all I can say before getting back to work is their names and titles:

Lya the Blossom

Lyah the Emancipated

Kariya the Alter Ego

Eburnean the Seeker