TIPSY’S GIRL
"Say yes to heaven,
Say yes to me.
I've got my eye on you."
Summary: Sometimes everything you want is right under your nose. All you need is a little push.
Word count: 7.4k
Warnings: just a love story, happy without anguish, thank God.
Oneshot
A/N: As everyone is already tired of reading in my notes, this is another translated Oneshot. I hope I don’t disappoint so much with English. Please don’t give up on me.🙏
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"Good night, Joel"
You said as you passed by for the thousandth time, a damp cloth through the counter.
"Good night"
It was visibly noticeable that only his carcass was present there. Deep and tired eyes, hair with curls slightly - perfectly - messy.
"You look tired, a lot of movement outside?" You asked with a gentle smile on your lips.
Joel leaned over the - now, clean - counter.
"Yeah…" he hummed, "with the winter many hordes of them move in search of warmer places"
You were pouring an shot of whiskey into the glass. You didn't need to ask, Joel always came to Tipsy after long patrols, sat in the same place since you remember, and drank exactly the same thing, every time.
"Smart Creatures..."
He smiled with your comment.
"Since I arrived in Jackson, I've never left these walls again" you handed the glass to him "we used to do walks, picnics, hiking, all the fucking weekend..." your eyes were stuck in the wood of the counter, several images taking over your mind, like flashbacks, "I miss nature" you snapped your tongue "well, I'll let you rest" your hands patted the counter "enjoy" you smiled.
Joel raised the glass towards him.
"Thanks"
***
Tiredness took over Joel's old and worn-out body. It had been three long days of patrol. Sleeping outside was becoming a big nightmare for the back. He just wanted to get home, take a long shower and rest.
He just needed a drink first. It was what he repeated to himself, as if, the fact of repeating this to himself sometimes enough, was capable of deceiving his own brain.
The truth is, he started attending Tipsy more for a single reason. You.
A woman with such a beautiful smile, that if the light of the world ran out, your smile could certainly illuminate the planet without a shadow of a doubt. Your lips filled the contour of your smile so perfectly. Your soft skin. The curves of your body. You are so beautiful. Kind. Polite.
Every time he’s close to you, his nerve endings fall asloment. He's afraid to say something wrong. He’s afraid you'll misunderstand him. Whenever he thinks about the possibility of having you, touching your skin, your lips, your body... he drives away the desire. He's not worthy. The things he's already done. It didn't seem right that the same hands that kill could be able to touch you correctly. You deserved more.
Too old for that kind of thing. So, all that was left was for him to observe her. At least from afar he couldn't lose you.
"If you keep looking at her like this, you'll make a hole in her skin," Tommy whispered to his brother, squeezing his shoulders.
"Shut up, Tommy"
"Seriously, you're a man, Joel. Call her out, it's not a big deal"
Joel just stared at his brother.
"C’mon man… She looks at you too... you're a nice guy"
"She's just being polite. Very kind to just kicking me out from this place"
"No other man would be good enough for her here, and you know that, if you continue with this shit, you'll end up having to watch any asshole take her home..."
Tommy shakes his head while waiting for you to come and serve him too.
***
Working at Tipsy was a quiet thing, most of the time. There were few nights that you had to put up with someone who ended up drinking too much, and inflating the courage to say things to you that would be at least impolite. But overall, it was something quiet. Decreased the feeling of loneliness - which you had also been used to dealing with - the end of the world does not provide healthy experiences, and keeping mental health in line is a daily exercise.
You had just left the library, selected another book - which you knew you would read in a maximum of three days - the plan was to sit on your old couch, cover your legs with the wool blanket you had knitted, and keep next to a good herbal tea that you had harvested in your garden in the morning.
The cold this afternoon was more severe, you walked looking for the sun, to warm it up, thinking about removing your heavier coats from the closet.
"Hey!"
The known and panting voice had just rested a soft hand on your shoulder.
"Hey! Maria, how you doing?"
"I’m fine. You? Did I get in the way of your thoughts? You were closed in your private world"
You smiled.
"I'm fine, thank you. I was making a mental note to remove the married people from the closet, it seems that we will have a merciless winter this year"
She nodded.
"Do you work tonight?"
"Not really, today is my day off. Do you need help with anything?"
"Yeah, I do. I was wondering if you could help me with the recipe for that Arabic salad you make, I've tried it a thousand times and I don't get it... Tommy will get sick if he doesn't eat this salad..."
You smiled.
"Yeah, shore. Tonight?"
"If you don't care..."
"No, of course not. At 6 p.m.?"
"Sounds great! I'll wait for you."
You nodded.
“See you there”
Maria has always been an amazing woman since you arrived in Jackson. She and Tommy welcomed you in the best way, with patience and care. As much as your plans were to stretch your legs up, you could never say no to this couple to whom you owe so much. If you were in a safe place today, it was because they had provided you with it. You know that Jackson is the closest to life you once had, and no matter how much it was a long way of pain and suffering, living was still an act of courage, which you were proud of day after day for having the courage to choose to live.
Tommy welcomed you with a smile on his face.
"Maria is making the baby sleep, can I help with anything?" He said as they walked to the kitchen.
You took a look at him, smiling.
“What? I'm a great co-pilot in the kitchen"
You raised your arms.
"I didn't say anything"
You laughed. Tommy taught you how to navigate the kitchen, left the ingredients at your disposal, while killing time talking. He was a very communicative man. It was no wonder that the community respected him, he was able to maintain order and protected about 300 people. Only someone articulate enough was able to keep the nerves of 300 people under control.
You were teaching how he should cut the tomato, when he got distracted looking behind you.
"Look at you man, did you take a shower!? Well, thankfully, because definitely Joel is more skilled than me in the kitchen"
You turned around smiling, Joel was... just Joel, a man whose presence did not have any explanation. He was a little older than you, a crease always demarcating the forehead, fierce eyebrows, outlined face, beard covering the face, perfectly messy hair, demarcated jaw. He had all the characteristics of a man, masculine, strong with a striking presence.
He wasn't a talker, few times you have the pleasure of seeing him smile, always worried, nervous or too tired, you had the feeling that he not had a good night's sleep for decades. The tension he carried on himself was something so poor that sometimes you have already found yourself wondering if you would be able to relieve the lines of insistent expressions that he carried on his face. If you would be able to make him feel relaxed, calm and serene.
But, although you could also swear to see him several times - a considerable amount - looking at you, every time - also a considerable amount - that you tried to pierce his shell, he always pushed you, gently and respectfully, away.
Today, however, you had never seen so many expressions passing through Joel's face at the same time. Surprise, nervousness, hesitation... he seemed paralyzed since he entered the kitchen.
"Hi" you said, your voice seeming to pull you into the world again.
He blinked.
"I'll see if Maria needs help" Tommy walked to her brother "can you help her?"
He stared at his brother, still motionless, but nodded. He slowly approached you.
"Are the tomatoes giving you trouble?" He asked pointing out where Tommy left the job in half.
You smiled.
He reached the cutting board with the knife to continue.
"You don't have to, I can..."
"I'll help you"
He looked at you so deeply, the luminosity of the house was dim, you have never been like this side by side, always separated by a counter, or far enough away to just greet each other with a nod. You had to look away, focusing on the cucumbers you were cutting.
He followed the cutting pattern you set to Tommy, and clearly more skilled, in fact. The big arms holding the small fruit, in such a subtle way, contrasting with the big hands and long fingers. The movements outlining the muscles over the tissue of your flannel. Hypnotizing your eyes with every movement.
"Am I doing something wrong?"
You almost got scared, when you heard him, too concentrated in that man's hands, making it difficult to take care of policing yourself so that he didn't realize that you had your eyes fixed on his movements. It was only then that you realized that you were biting your lips. You cleared your throat.
"No" you shook your head, trying to clear your mind, returning to focus on the cucumbers "no, you’re natural, like a Cheff. I didn't know you were a good cook"
He snapped his lips. A crooked smile crossed his lips.
"I have some skills"
You smiled.
"How does it feel to be on the other side of the counter?"
He shrugged, and looked at you again.
"At this moment, I feel better than ever"
You was fully aware of the heat that invaded your face, and burned in your stomach. You couldn't say many other things.
Joel stayed by the side until the end of the salad preparation, reaching all the materials you needed. Sometimes your arm or hand ended up brushing Joel's skin and body. Your body was so tense that it seemed difficult to breathe. The air was a little thick and the kitchen seemed very small.
Maria and Tommy came back for a while - which seemed very long - later. Maria prepared a meat, removing it from the oven as soon as you had just prepared the salad. You dined to the sound of maternity reports. Raising a baby was not easy, and raising a baby in this world was twice as difficult. Although Maria and Tommy had been blessed with a calm and healthy baby, a child who slept all night, and was quite calm during the day.
Maria served you a wine that someone from the commune had produced, with natural fermentation with grapes produced there inside Jackson itself. Tommy helped Maria organize the dinnerware, while you and Joel were sitting outside the house, in upholstered chairs that Tommy and Joel had made before last winter.
You hugged your knee, holding the glass with the wine, in the hope that the liquid would make its due effect and warm your body.
"Are you cold?" It was the first thing he said after cutting the tomatoes.
It was surprising that, although immersed in a silence, there was nothing uncomfortable to be next to him and to be silent.
You sighed.
"I haven't taken the coats out of the closet yet..."
Joel got up, covering your back with his jacket. You closed your eyes with the feeling of warmth around your body. He was hot. Your hands pulled the fabric to cover more of your body, which made you think how small you were close to him, the jacket could easily become a blanket.
"Better?" He was sitting in front of you.
You nodded.
"Thank you"
Your cheeks pressed your shoulder. The smell of him invading your senses. You were warmed by the heat that radiated from his jacket. And it was numb by the smell that the fabric exhaled. So comfortable. So cozy.
When you had finished the wine. Your eyes blinked lazy, it was time to leave.
You got up, unrolling yourself from your jacket.
"Time to go" you leaned over to deliver the jacket to Joel, but he also raised "Maria, Tommy, always a pleasure to spend time with you guys"
"There is no possibility of eating this salad if it is not made by you," Tommy said, hugging Maria.
You smiled.
"Always available, for you. Maria, give a kiss in that little one for me"
"Of course! Thank you for dinner, it was delicious"
She leaned over to hug you.
You were still holding Joel's jacket. You was going to say goodbye to him, but he was faster than you.
"I'll follow you to your home"
"You don't have to..."
"I make a point, I'll also take advantage of the ride and go home"
You nodded. He said goodbye to his sister-in-law and brother. Walking next to you to the exit of the house. Once they were walking through Jackson's deserted streets, he pulled the jacket from your arms, stretching it on your back again.
"It's cold, you can get pneumonia and die"
You smiled, making a face.
"So dramatic"
He was close enough to bump into your arm, with every step you took, his hands in the front pockets of the jeans. Slow steps. Your house was not far away, but the path seemed to drag under your feet.
"I'll stay here" you stopped in front of the stairs on your balcony.
You was going to start sliding the jacket.
"No, stay with her" Joel said.
"No, I'm going in and I'll be safe and warm. You still have the way home" your hands stretched the jacket for him "I don't want you to get pneumonia and die" you smiled and rolled your eyes.
His big hands held the jacket, brushing your hands. Even with his jacket, your hands were cold, the warmth of his touch could easily melt your skin. He was so warm. You two faced the place where your skins were. His thumb stroked your hand.
Your body was taken by an anticipation, an anxiety was making room in your stomach and it was as if you were getting hollow inside, burning the cells of the body.
Joel took a step towards you, shortening your distance. He was dangerously close to you. Your face were tingling.
His free hand rose slowly towards your face, as if he were giving you time to scold him. But you didn't. He touched your face. You stared at each other painfully, his warm fingers slid down the side of your face, and from your neck, moving your hair away from behind your shoulder.
He took another step, his eyes danced between your mouth and your eyes. He was leaning slowly, in your direction. His eyes holding your gaze. His hand holding your head. His nose touched yours.
"Tell me, if I do something you don't want" he murmured, close to your lips.
You nodded, your noses sliding on each other. Your head tilted to the opposite side of his head. Joel pressed his lips on yours, hesitant, kind. Moving away millimeters, bringing his body closer to yours, and pressing his lips on yours again. Longer.
You felt the softness of his belly, his firm breasts. You slowly opened your mouth to him, his tongue slid down your lip until he found yours. He tasted like the wine you had. You sighed.
Joel threw his jacket on the floor, his hand slipped down your waist and then down your back, pulling your body to him. One of your hands slid down his waist, grabbing his shirt. The other got entangled in his hair, your fingers in the middle of the messy curls.
The kiss became more and more intense, your breaths were heavy, your body was glued to his hot body, his heat taking over all your senses.
His lips separated from yours, his foreheads were united, Joel joined your lips in a long kiss, moving away again, you smiled. Still hugging. He moved far enough to find your eyes, running his fingers through the length of your hair.
"Do you want to come in?" You asked, almost pleading.
Joel brought your head to his lips, placing a kiss on your forehead.
"I should go home, sweetheart" his lips brushed the top of your head.
You were numb, your face practically glued to his chest, his smell, his body. His eyes were closed trying to record the maximum of this sensation.
"Okay..." you murmured.
"But can I see you tomorrow?" He asked, holding you against him.
You got just far enough away to look at him.
He smiled.
"I wanted to take you to a place"
You smiled, unable to prevent your lips from arching in happiness.
"Is it a date, Joel Miller?" You bit your lips.
His hands went up to hold your face.
"Yeah... would you grant me the honor of your company on a tour?" The thumbs of his hands caressed your face.
Your arms were around his waist. You pretended to think, pouting in the corner of your mouth.
"Yes, I would grant..." you ended up finishing.
He pulled you for a hug, caressing your back.
"Good! I was already thinking about how to persuade you"
You laughed, - as if it were necessary - you took advantage of the warmth of his arms for another moment, until you walked away, reluctant - it didn't seem that neither of you were happy to let go - taking a few steps back, until you climb your stairs.
"See you tomorrow morning" Joel said as he took his jacket from the floor, and took slow steps back.
He waited for you to enter the house.
-
It was difficult to contain the outbreak your body exhaled. You were feeling like a fucking teenager. Since the first time you saw Joel, your pupil has dilated. He was a man who drew attention, the kind of guy you wanted to wrap you in his strong arms, the kind of guy who made you fantasize about things. The way he walks. The way he speaks. Always looking so distant and mysterious, but shy and gentleman.
You noticed his looks at you. But he seemed so distant, he seemed to be so involved in this end-of-the-world thing, so hurt by the pain that, obviously, everyone went through that, it didn't make sense for you to fantasize something, it seemed unlikely that he was willing to be distracted to the point of risking having feelings for someone.
People always commented on him. When people can't pierce someone's bubble, when they can't explain their questions, they always end up attacking. There have always been buzz about how cruel and merciless man Joel is. About the things he was able to do, because he had already done.
But with you he has always been kind and respectful, up to this point, this is a matter of education, only. However, you knew hundreds of people who were very good and not even if you wanted education could sustain for a long time, depending on the scenario.
There were, of course, many women who were sentimentally frustrated with him. Joel wasn't really in the mood. Beautiful, strong and intelligent women, fragile and petty women, he was the kind of guy who made any woman's type. That, for sure, also raised a lot of gossip.
Working at Tipsy was something that made you, whether you like it or not, end up listening, seeing and being a victim, of all kinds of things, even more so in a bunch of people, in which everyone knows everyone, and, unfortunately, everyone is busy with everyone's life.
Little by little you learned to filter the things that reached your ears. And, anyway, for you, Joel has always been a respectful man, above all. Your mind was clear and aligned with the possibility that he was someone difficult before Jackson, but who wouldn't be? There are things that could be justifiable, and there are things that perhaps, were not justifiable, maybe not necessary. But the moment wasn't the best either. Extreme moments, sometimes they ask for extreme attitudes. Anyway, it didn't make much difference to you.
What made a difference was that he was a kind man, he was never rude, not even when someone was being inconvenient. It was never disrespectful, not even when he drank too much. He was always willing and available to the people - which he certainly knew - spoke of him behind his back. And, what caught his attention the most, he was always protective, careful and loving with his daughter, Ellie.
It wasn't easy to raise a teenager before, you knew, now it should probably be terrifying. Even so, he kept himself patient, eyes always attentive and full of tenderness, ready for any sign that Ellie could think of giving. Always ready for her. That was one of the things that moved your heart the most. It was visibly noticeable that he would cut without blinking a limb for this girl. This kind of love was something you appreciated.
Joel knocked on your door, shortly after the sun settled in the sky. The morning was cold, there was a considerably dense fog hovering over Jackson's streets. The snow would not take long to start giving its first signs. The thermometers already marked low enough temperatures to roll up scarves and wear three layers of blouse, and maybe a cap, if you wanted to increase the look.
"Hi," you smiled at him.
"Morning, sweetheart" he leaned hesitantly towards you.
Your feet forced themselves to stay at the ends, in an attempt to reach him halfway. Joel pressed his lips on yours, time-consuming, needy. You smiled, he slowly walked away, you climbed up your body to give another quick kiss.
"Ready?"
You nodded.
"I hope so, should I bring something?" Your eyes catch the backpack on his back.
He shakes his head.
"No, don’t worry, I have everything we need"
You nod, closing the door behind you.
***
Anxiety has always been something that tormented Joel's head. Before he thought too much for fear of not being a good father to Sarah. Then he blamed himself for Sarah's mother having left, and how it would affect Sarah's life. And then came the concerns about how he would solve life and be able to provide a good future for Sarah. Oh, how painful it was to think about the future and Sarah.
There was a moment when anxiety and sadness entangled so much in his mind that there was only room for these two feelings. Apart from, of course, the responsibility of keeping Tommy well, alive and safe.
Of course, things got better when Ellie arrived. There was the time when the fear of losing her consumed him. Now she was big enough to push him away, to make the decisions by herself. Even so, she will always be a good child, and he loves her unconditionally, he will always be there for when she needs it. There was the anxiety and the worry of keeping her safe. There would always be. But he knew Jackson was safe. He himself made sure to keep Jackson safe for her.
But now for the first time in a long time, the anxiety he felt was whether he would find you on Tipsy, if he would know how to answer your questions well enough that you didn't think he was an idiot. He felt the anxiety of, needing to contain himself, of needing to control the desire to touch you. Or one day you end up knowing that you finally found someone to be. He needed to control the impulses to drive away the men who flirted with you. To observe the malicious eyes that lingered on you. Joel could read the guys' minds as if their fucking brains were on a big screen. And just that, it was enough for him to long for just an opportunity to punch these men in the face.
He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this, about someone else. He dreamed of you. He was nervous about the idea of meeting you. He liked your voice, your smile, the way you moved, the sweet way you looked at him. Your hair... he knew that if he approached you, he would be at risk of wanting you for him, for the rest of his life.
Tommy invited him to dinner, without telling him that you would be there. He knew the moment he saw you, that Tommy was pushing him. And he can't blame him. Tommy knew him as well as he could know himself. Joel saw you arrive, he saw you settle down, he saw you building friendships, he saw you wisely dealing with people, he saw you being simply you, as if the fucking world was not over, and you had managed to stay perfectly good.
At all times, he can't take his eyes off you. He vividly remembers the day you met him - because, he already knew you - the soft and basically sacred skin of your hands gently shook Joel's hands. Your big Corsican eyes, slightly closed when your lips drawn by God's own hands, opened in the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
And then he was there, holding your body against his, your mouth merging with his. Your heavy breathing, as inviting as he could imagine, was difficult to hold the impulse of wanting to drag you to his bed, immediately undressing your body, and warm it up with his body on yours. Finally being able to feel the taste and flesh of your lips. Your smell and the small sounds you made when he pulled your body closer to his.
He had found the passage to paradise.
Now he could only be anxious to be good enough for you, good enough to have it, and enough to keep it.
You were beautiful in the morning, properly wrapped up, which was good, you were a little cold person, he had already noticed. Maybe it was because you were a small woman, the wind overtook you easily. He smiled with the thought.
Joel bends his arm next to your body, so that you could hold his arms. You hooked yourself next to him, leaning your cheeks against his arm for a moment. It was deliciously satisfying to feel you snuggling next to his body.
"It's cold today" you speak rubbing a hand on his arm, in an attempt to warm your fingers with the friction.
Joel puts his hand on your own, which firmly hold him, feels you shudder little by little.
"It will snow soon” he watched the sky, and then you.
"What are you taking me to, Joel Miller?"
He smiles.
"You'll like it, trust me"
You two walked towards the stables. Joel had already left Callus prepared for you.
"Are we going to ride a horse?" You ask, your voice seemed curious but hesitant.
"Are you nervous?"
You shook your head. But your eyes said something else.
Joel finishes checking the sadle buckles, and walks up to you. He slides a lock of your hair behind your shoulders.
"Do you trust me?" He asks.
Your deer eyes force him to get a little closer to you.
"Yes, I trust you"
Joel kisses your forehead, holding your hand, to lead you to the horse.
***
How to explain how difficult it was to trust someone these days? You trusted Joel, he was a man to whom you naturally transmitted security. But it was impossible to avoid the butterflies dancing in your stomach.
He helped you get on the horse. Your arms around his waist, as he led you out of the gates.
"Joel?" You couldn't stand it.
"Mhmm?"
"Where are you taking me to?"
"Isn't you a fan of surprises?"
You laughed. Feeling unfair to him, whatever it was, it seemed unfair to steal whatever he took the trouble to plan. So used to always having everything under your control, knowing very well where you are stepping, what to do and when to do it, you was not used to not having control. Trusting without knowing what to expect.
"I'd like to show you a place, just it"
You smiled. It was almost as if you hadn't stopped smiling since the night before.
"All right, sorry”
You two rode for a long time, but it wasn't boring at all. You couldn't remember the last time you left Jackson. It could be a fantasy of your head, but the air looked different outside, everything was so much more alive. Nature was something imperial, only it had a place outside. The burning orange colors of the leaves of the trees with winter coming, the almost dead landscape had a melancholic beauty. The silence, only the horse's paws, you and nature. Joel stopped Callus on the slope of a mountain.
It helped you go down, holding your waist, sticking you to the floor.
"Let's walk a little now, okay?"
"Yeah, sure"
He held your hand.
"You said you liked hiking, that you missed nature..." he looked at you "I thought it would be a walk you would like."
Your heart almost jumped. You said a lot of things to Joel when he passed by Tipsy, but you could swear that he was just nodding out of politeness, it didn't seem like he was absorbing the information, keeping your words to himself. That was very cute.
The trail went up the mountain, and at no time did he let go of your hand. He said that he had already come here with Ellie, - which was very sweet, you understood that it was an important place for him - you talked about trivial things in life before the outbreak. You already knew some things, such as, for example, he and Tommy worked with construction companies, contractors, things like that. It was a surprise for him, when you say that you was a biologist.
"Fancy..."
You shook your head.
"It's not like this profession is very useful now, you know. Builders are much more fancy."
He smiled.
You said that you did a lot of field work, research and always ended up in the middle of the woods, these experiences were what ended up helping you survive in the first years of the outbreak.
Being walking around there, next to Joel, the strongest of him holding yours, surrounded by nature, one of the places where you felt most comfortable, filled your senses with peace and calm.
There was a patrol post in the middle of the way, Joel passed by, he didn't take long, he just removed a guitar from somewhere very well kept there.
"I'll leave it here for when we're going to do longer patrols..." he explained as he slides his hand through the instrument.
"I didn't know you played..."
"You will find out why, of almost no one having the joy of knowing," he said ironically.
You laughed.
When you reached the top, you had to hold back the urge to cry. Joel let go of your hand, watching you take small steps, looking at the view in front of you. You've been to beautiful places before, but being there, with the world in that scenario, next to a man who thought about the fact how much you would like something like that, was simply indescribable. Such an affectionate gesture on his part.
Your hands covered your mouth. You looked at him with teary eyes. The view was stunningly beautiful, exciting. The mountains in the background. The green, the trees. The sky. Him. Everything was perfect.
"Did you like it?" He asked quietly as he approached you.
"Joel..." you looked back at the landscape that looked millimetrically hand-painted "it's perfect... I loved it, this place is amazing"
He smiled, hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your head, his arms around you. You stayed there for a while. The cold wind cut you, a painfully pleasant feeling of knowing that you were closer to the sky.
Joel opened his backpack, extending a blanket on the floor, removing fruit, water, and a bottle of tea. You sat down, Joel leaning against a trunk of a tree, you in the middle of his legs, resting on his breasts, his hands on yours, separating just to reach some drink, or some fruit, your fingers intertwined stroking each other's hand.
He played the guitar for you. This man's voice is a threat to your heart.
"I wanted to be a singer when I was younger"
"You would have been a star. Women would go crazy"
He laughed.
“You are such good lier”
You tried to convince him that he was really good at that. But he was a modest man, and too shy to receive so many compliments.
The silence was comfortable too, you had a book in your hand, feeling the sun on your skin, the birds flying in the sky. Joel was also reading.
"Joel?" You tilted your head back, leaning against his chest, to look at him.
"Mhmm?"
"Did you plan all this?"
He nodded behind you.
"You simply, you just eliminated any kind of competition, you know that, right? After today, it will simply be impossible for anyone to surpass you"
He sighed a smile.
"When you told me you missed nature, this was one of the first places that came to my mind.”
“Thank you, I really liked it”
“Yeah… I just didn't imagine that I would have the opportunity to one day bring you here"
You turned to look at him.
"Why?"
He seemed to be embarrassed.
"I didn't think you would give me a chance"
You settled to face him.
"What do you mean?"
He looked away, looking beyond you, at the landscape. He seemed afraid to say the words. One of his hands that were at your waist, reached a small and thin branch on the floor to distract his attention.
"Did you really think I was going to Tipsy just to drink that damn whiskey that Seth serves?"
You kept analyzing his face. Without answering.
"Tommy and I got better whiskeys when we went on patrol" he threw the branch on the floor, looked at you again "I'm going to Tipsy because I wanted to see you"
It took you a while to process the information.
"Joel..."
"I wanted to spend time with you, but look at you..."
You frowned.
"I never imagined that a woman like you would waste some time with a man like me, and... besides, I didn't want to bother you"
You tilted your head, your hands held his face, affectionately directing his gaze to you.
"Joel, what could a woman like me want, if not a man like you?"
He smiled, embarrassed and tried to divert his face from his touch.
"Look at me," you said, holding his face again, "you are a kind, generous, polite, respectful, honest man, I would waste any time with you"
His eyes seemed painful, as if your words were being stuck in his skin, as if he were being forced to believe your words, as if he himself was not able to recognize the man he was.
You caressed his rebellious hair, approaching him, to kiss him, soft and gentle in the beginning. But this was gradually being replaced by a needy pain, when his hand went up to your neck, the other fixing your legs so that you were on his lap, putting your legs around his hip, your arms leaned on his wide shoulders, he pulled you close, his hand sliding through the hem of your blouses, letting some fingers brush your skin. You moaned in his mouth, your skin shivering, his tongue plunged into you, making you press yourself against him, putting your body stuck to his, his hands went down to your hip, but his fingers squeezed the flesh of your ass. You were about to start moving your hips in search of relief when he walked away from you panting.
His forehead stuck to yours. You smiled.
"Sweetheart” he said “Maybe we should go back..."
"Yeah, it seems like a good idea"
You made a slight cuddle on his hair, he pressed some quick kisses on your lips, before you got up, put things away, and made the trail back.
The way back to Jackson was faster. Joel left Callus in the stables, it was almost incredible that you spent almost the whole day together, it was almost the end of the afternoon when you were making their way back to your house. You still had to work at night. Everyone who passed by you two, delayed their eyes, your eyes caught some women whispering among them. You pretended not to see it.
You were almost in front of your house.
"I hope I didn't make you tired, you still work tonight, right?"
"That’s right, but I'm not tired, it was basically like recharging the energies"
He smiled.
You were about to climb the stairs from your balcony. He held your hand.
"Can I see you tonight?" He looked at you looking for any kind of approval on your face.
"Joel, you can see me whenever you want"
He seemed satisfied.
"But you can come in if you want. I still have some time, until I start my shift"
You held his hand harder. Almost as if he had no choice but to accept. He nodded. You went up the stairs, opening the door, pulling him behind you.
As soon as you were inside your house, he pushed you against the door. Kissing you, slipping his tongue inside your mouth, he put his knee in the middle of your leg, causing a perfect pressure for the friction you needed from the heated kiss you gave on the mountain, you shook your hip, he moaned in your mouth. His cock was already hard and arching.
Going down kisses down your jaw, your fingers pulling his hair.
"I won't be able to wait until after work for this," you murmured.
"I was hope not" he said in his skin.
He could feel your need by rubbing your hip on his leg. Fuck, he wanted to feel you, sink into you, he thought about it so much for so long, that it was the realization of a fucking dream, kiss your beautiful mouth and have your perfect body like that for him.
His hands slid up your ass, pulling your body to him, you moaned. Your hands pushed his coat to the ground, desperately unbuttoning his shirt.
He pulled you up, so that you were on his lap, your legs crossed his waist, his hands on your ass holding you.
"Where is the room, babe?" He asked panting.
"Third door on the left"
He walked with you in his arms, while you kissed messy, you pushed your coat to the floor along the corridor. Cursing the - now - exaggerated amount of clothes. Joel put you on the floor, helping you undo the buttons on his shirt. Pulling his blouses by his arms, you undoed his belt, the button of his pants, he pulled the last shirt he wore by his body.
God! He was beautiful, so hot. You kissed the firm skin of his chest, he pulled your last blouse by your arm, and almost whimpered when he saw your naked breasts for him - you were not a fan of bras - your nipple was hardened, your skin goosebumps.
“Fuck, you're more beautiful than I could imagine," he murmurs, pushing you to bed.
His hands deliciously squeeze the soft skin of your breasts, he goes down a path of kisses through your collarbone, slipping his lips through your skin, until he finds your nipple, he gently passes his tongue through him, while the other hand squeezed your other breast, your silky skin against his big, calloused and warm hands, his mouth closes over your nipple, sucking you there.
You can't contain the moan that rises from the bottom of your chest, arching with the feeling of his mouth on your body. He slides his mouth to the other chest, doing the same to him. Your hands get tangled in his hair.
He slides his lips down your belly, deposits a kiss just below your navel.
"Are you sure of that?" He pauses, looking at you.
“Yes, Joel”
He kisses your belly once again and pulls the jeans by the legs.
Your panties had a shamefully damp spot.
"Fuck, babe" he slid his finger over hot and wet fabric "are you needy for me all day?"
"From the moment you suggested leaving" you were panting. "You are a bad man"
He smiles.
"I'm going to reward you"
You smiled. Breathing stuttering.
Joel hooked his fingers pulling your panties, throwing somewhere lost on the floor, crawling to the middle of your legs. He put a leg on each shoulder, it took him a second to appreciate the image of your pussy in front of him, you felt his warm breath approaching you, until he pressed a kiss on your clit. Your breathing trembles with the sensation.
He ran his tongue painfully from wandering from your hole to your clitoris.
“Tastes so fucking good..."
You moaned and he sank his tongue in your heat, moaning too, without avoiding the good taste you had, his hand passed by you, reaching your clitoris, your back arching for him.
He was literally eating your pussy, devouring you while you moaned arching at his touch, you were dripping, more and more wet while his tongue worked on you in a way you didn't even know was possible. He sank a finger inside you, feeling you contract as he stretched you, your breathing getting more and more panting, your hands ran to his hair. He bent his finger inside you, making you choke on the perfect feeling, pressing your clit more, you arched and undone around it, with a strangled moan, pushing deeper into you. He smiled, as he felt your body collapsing with pleasure for him.
He dragged his lips through your body, the wet and shiny beard, you were out of breath. He separated just enough to look at you, your hands were around his face.
"You're still sure..."
You pulled his face to yourself, kissing him, tasting you on his tongue. Your hands went down to push his jeans. He got up to take off the rest of his pants and underwear.
And, it was almost impossible for your to get better, but you had, he had a gloriously perfect cock, leaking from his swollen, big and thick head.
He knelt in the middle of your legs, taking his hands in your middle gathering your wet, passing over his length. Joel lowered his cock so that his head was in your hot and wet entrance, lay down on you, his body warm and heavy.
"Tell me if it hurts, and we'll stop, ok?"
You nodded.
***
He rested his forehead on yours, closing his eyes trying to focus on something other than your soft and naked body for him, something other than your incredibly hot pussy in which he was about to sink.
You passed your hands through his hair.
He pressed the head of his cock, and only then your pussy already clung to him tight. He pushed slowly inside you, little by little, giving you time to get used to him, desperately trying to focus on anything else, but your hands slid down his back pulling him against you, it was amazing. God! You feel so damn good.
He knew, he imagined it would be amazing, you were equally amazing, your beauty, your skin, your smile, he did not contain the grunt you made when you felt your hips meet and know that it was totally inside you. You clung to it, squeezing it, so hot and soft. The volume of your breasts below it, your body. Your mouth. You licked his lips.
It had been a long time since Joel felt this way, you fell so good, the feeling was painfully too hot, he could never dream of something as good as you taking him totally, deep in your wet heat.
"Fuck" you gasped in his ears “you feel… oh my God”
He felt you, every part of you, every muscle contracting, the weight of your breathing, your arms moving as if you wanted to touch most of it you could.
“I know, sweetheart” he kissed you while he was deep inside you. Starting to move, your hip moved to meet him, you moaned in his mouth “You taking me so well”
Joel was slow, he couldn't press too much, he would cum too fast. He took his time, savoring every part of you, every kiss, and every movement he made, listening to the beautiful sounds you exhaled through him.
When his cock was painfully tight on you, he moved faster, more urgent, your fingers stuck in his skin, your legs intertwined his back, he knew you wouldn't last much longer, your walls squeezing around his cock. Your breathing stuttering.
"I won't last much longer..." he murmured on your shoulders "where...?"
"Inside me..."
He growled. While fucking you harder, faster, sinking deep inside you, your body faltered, with involuntary spasms, Joel held your body against his.
"Fuck, that’s it, cum for me" he said, feeling your walls pulsing around him “c’mon babe, that’s it”
He can't stand it, falling apart inside your heat, pulsing inside you. Your hands pressed his back causing him to somehow sink deeper into you. He moaned on your shoulder, feeling his fucking leaking from you, through his balls, on your leg.
His body collapsed on top of you, you kissed his shoulder, his neck. After his breaths stabilized, he raised his head to kiss you, soft, affectionate. He moved so you could lie down and bring you to lie on his chest.
"You're amazing" he said, moving your hair away from your back.
"And, you wouldn't ask me out, like, never"
He smiled.
"I think you need to reward me for lost time"
He looked at you. Smiling satisfied.
"I can start with today, after your work"
You snapped your eyes, you were going to get up quickly, but he held you.
"You can be a few minutes late"
You snuggled up on his skin.
“Sweetheart?”
“Mhmm?”
“When you said I eliminated all the competition, were you serious?”
You looked at him smiling.
“It’s not like there’s a line of men at the door of my house, but, yeah, I was serious, I mean, I’m not crazy not to take advantage of you”
He kissed the top of your head.
“You are a dangerous woman”
"Yeah?..." you bit your lips.
He pulled his leg to be on top of his.
"Yeah" He said quietly, knitting his eyebrows.
You kissed the skin of his chest, he slid his hands down your spine. Your arm grabbed his waist, his fingers caressed your arms.
“You’d better get ready, because if you’re willing, I intend to be the last man of your life”
Maybe you missed your work on this day.
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