She stepped into the kitchen, still dressing the pajama's she'd worn to bed the night before. She didn't know what time it was, just that it was early enough for the sun to still be shining in through the window of her room upstairs. As far as she had been concerned that was too early. However, her opinion on that changed when she turned the corner into the kitchen and saw him standing there. He was looking over some papers, his glasses perched on his nose as bacon sizzled in a pan behind him. She smiled to herself. Last night, that body had actually been laying on the floor with her. True it was in a drunking haze but still... those hands. Those hands had been roaming over her skin, those hips pushing against her.
She knew.
She knew it before and their make-out last night had only clarified it for her. She enjoyed that way too much. Thought about kissing him too often. She was falling for him. She'd fallen for him. Hard and fast. Not nessacarily wanted, but she had. She walked over to him quickly, but held back about a foot or so so she didn't stardle him.
"Morning," she said.
He looked up at her. There was that smile. That handsome face. She fell all over again. Instantly her mind began to protest.
'Don't look at him like that. Don't sigh. Think about what happened last time you fell in 'love' with someone. Now is not the time to let your heart do the thinking. Don't. Don't.'
He stepped over the distance between them and kissed her lips softly. Once, then twice. She was undone, the voice in her head quieted. When he pulled away they looked at eachother before lowering their heads and giggling childishly. It was like they were 12 and they just realized they liked eachother.
"Morning," he said back, "Hungry?"
She inhaled the heavenly scent surrounding her.
"Starving."
She stepped over to the counter where he had been standing before. Contracts, that's what he was looking at.
"Good, cause I already made you something," he stood behind her and handed her a plate over her shoulder.
"I thought your manager would go over things like this for you," she said, her hand motioning to the papers.
"You'd think so wouldn't you?" he turned her to meet his gaze.
She couldn't help it, she began to smile uncontrolably. Standing on her tiptoes she kissed his lips, his cheek, then lowered her head. Why was it she had to smirk to herself before she was able to look him in the eye?
"What's on your agenda for today?" he asked.
"Nothing. You?"
"Hmmm... movies, with you," he winked before taking her hand and leading her off into the family room. She shrieked to herself.
"And what makes you think I wanna sit and watch movies with you all day?" she smiled, obviously she was kidding.
"Because I said so," he was a complete reversal of who she'd seen the night before. He was back to his confident, ballsy-self. Not a hint of vulnerability.
"Really? I'm getting the feeling that your reverting to the caveman style to doing things," she sat down on the sofa next to him.
"Your sharp. What do you need, another clue?"
"Oh I'm just waiting for the animalistic growl to confirm it."
He turned to her, giving her the growl she so desired before winking suggestively. She giggled alittle, looking away. Her cheeks were warm, she was actually blushing!
"You know... last night," he dropped his hand onto hers, "I didn't plan on-."
"I know. I'm didn't plan any of that either," she bit her lip, "I'm not sorry though. That we did that."
"Yeah, I mean we only made out, it's not that big of a deal."
"Right," she nodded before turning back to the screen, as did he. After a second her looked over at her again.
"I liked making out with you though. I like kissing you," he said softly.
She studied his eyes.
"I do too."
Both of them laughed nervously, clutching eachothers hands tighter.
"So what does that make us exactly? Friends who make out or...?" her voice trailed off.
"I think it's something else, something deeper than that. I think I care about you... differently than a friend would care for a friend," he leaned alittle closer to her.
"I... I think I care about you too. More than I care about anyone else."
He leaned even closer, his face just inches from hers.
"So now what are we?" she asked lowering her head.
Her forehead rested on his, their noses bumping.
"I think we're friends who make-out and care about eachother alot,"he answered.
She giggled.
"Let's not put labels on ourselves, that way we won't have to tell anyone and Lara will never be able to say 'told you so'."
"Did she see this coming?"
Becca nodded slightly, his head moving with hers.
"A mile away."
Before she could say anymore a hand was on her cheek, pulling her head down so her lips were meeting his. Instantly she was relaxed. Was it really possible to miss someone's lips so much so quickly? Was it really possible to be so wound up in someone? The moment Josh moved to repositon himself, the food and movie forgotten, she took the opportunity to speak.
"We have a habit of cutting off eachother's sentences."
"I know," that was his responce.
Other than that, he had other things on his mind. Things like leaving a trail of fire on her skin and kissing her in a way that made her eyebrows raise and her toes curl in pleasure.
"Wait, wait wait wait," she pushed against him.
"What?"
"The phone, don't you hear that?"
He gave her an odd look and listened. It actually was ringing.
"Hello?" he immediatly pulled the phone away, allowing muted shouting the filter into the air as he held his head. After a moment, after the yelling in the phone quieted down, he put it back to his ear.
"Hi Justin. Ever heard of a hang over?" he moved off of her.
"Satan," Becca hissed.
He pinched her leg before pulling her to rest against him facing the TV.
"Yes Justin.... Last night was--I know it was late and you were asleep... Yes, thank you."
Becca, growing tired of watching the boring movie on the television, turned and planted her lips on his arm, sucking the skin there seductively. He turned and grinned down at her, the phone still to his ear.
"Nope, we're fine Just... no we don't want you to come over... because... I don't care if you bring pizza and the guys. We're just gonna chill together today... Dude, shut up. She is not a vampire."
Becca opened her mouth and hissed at him as if she had fangs.
"Did we huh?... Man your sick. We're changing the subject right now before you have time to get into that."
"Get off the phone," Becca whinned.
Josh held up his hand tellin her to wait one second. She rolled her eyes.
"Your going where?.... Yeah I've been there. Me and Lance went there like two years ago. Stay at the Eclipse.... Yeah it's on the beach.... Oh there's girls alright, you should see-."
"Justin? Yeah, Josh is kinda busy at the moment. He'll have to call you back later. Bye," she hung up and looked over at Josh, he sat paralized, his mouth gapping open.
"Justin's right, you are evil."
She grinned at him devilishly.
"You have no idea."
"You kissed him?"
"He kissed me."
"You kissed eachother. Oh my God! I told you so! I told you so! I so told you so!"
"Thank you for pointing that out Lar," Becca rolled her eyes with a smile.
"No prob. So then what happened?"
"Well, he pulled away from me. Just outta nowhere-."
"Party pooper."
"And before I knew it I was kissing him."
"So you did take the initiative!"
"I was under a spell."
"Uh-huh, whatever. Continue."
"That's it. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed-."
"Is that all you did? Kiss?"
"Yeah."
"You had a hot and heavy makeout session with your drunken love?"
"Pretty much."
"Pretty much?"
"Umm-hmm."
"You do realize I just called him your love and you didn't fight with me like you usually do right?"
"I dunno Lar, I guess I'm just..."
"Admitting it?"
"Would you let me speak?!"
"Sorry, go ahead."
"I'm... admitting it."
"Well good, I'm glad to see you have finally come to your senses. Does he know?"
"Hell no! And I intend to keep things that way."
"Becca," Lara drew her name out in a whine.
"No, I'm not going to tell him I love him. I'm not even comfortalbe with the fact that I can kiss him anytime I want yet."
"Please! You've been comfortable with that fact befoe it even happened."
"Yeah well..."
"Pathetic responce. See what young love will do to you?"
"We are not young!"
"Whatever! You get my point. You two are cute."
"You think so?"
"Yes, he's hot, your gorgeous. Please have kids so I can see what they look like."
"Lar, I think your putting the cart before the horse just a little don't you?" Becca giggled, "Besides, I gotta go. Loverboy's home," she hung up before Lara could respond, setting the phone on the counter and turning toward the door just as Josh walked through it.
"Hi."
"Hey baby, what are you doing?"
An endearment. She melted.
"I was looking for food. I'm starved."
"Your always starving."
"Are you calling me a pig?"
"Ofcourse not," he winked at her before turning away from her and walking further into the kitchen.
"Why is my garbage can full of bottles?" he stopped next to it.
"I'm throwing them away."
"And what happened to the alcohol in them?"
Becca turned to see Josh standing there, holding an empty glass bottle and looking at her with a questioning stare.
"I poured it down the drain."
He dropped the bottle back into the can. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the room, causing Becca to jump.
*Flash*
"What is a plate doing in the garbage can?"
"One of the servants broke it I guess."
"You guess? How?" he took a few steps towards her, then stopped with his hands on his hips.
Rebbeca shrugged.
"I'm not sure."
"Your not sure?" a few more steps.
"Well I wasn't there-."
She felt a sting when his palm swept across her cheek.
"You've got to pay more attention to what's going on in your house Rebecca. There's to many valueable things around here."
She whimpered when he grabbed a lock of her hair and drug her to another room.
*Flash
"Why?" he asked.
She blinked, trying to act unaffected by her memory.
"I don't like it when your drunk. It scares me."
"Why?"
"Richard was always drunk when he..." she broke their stare.
He sighed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His sudden movement caused her to jump alittle, but she tried to hide it. She was unsuccessful.
He stepped closer.
She shivered.
"Why are you afraid of me Bec? You know I'm not like him."
She bit her lip, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.
"I know."
He didn't ask her anything more, and she confessed nothing. He just held her there for what seemed like hours. It felt good to revel in the feel of someone else. To be completely content with only the presense of someone else. To be caressed in a way only that person can. To be held as if you were truly cared for.
Loved.
So much longer than after their hearts had begun to beat in time and their souls had melded into one, after the point where they had been together for so long that their bodies had confessed all their secrets of worry, faith, happiness, and fear and they'd almost become the same person, Josh pulled away from Becca. He caressed her face, kissed her lips, and looked down into her crystal clear eyes.
"I guess maybe we both have something to work on huh?" he asked.
"Maybe. I guess."
She was pacing, she had been for what seemed like forever. If she had bothered to look back over her shoulder she would have seen the tracks her feet had worn into the carpet. He'd been gone for hours, two to be exact. He had gone to the clinic again, this time by himself. They'd decided maybe this was something he should handle alone, she'd be there waiting for him either way. So she sat and waited. And waited. And waited some more.
Just when she was ready to throw herself out the window because of the frustration the locks on the door began to turn. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree as she ran to the foyer to meet him. She stopped a few feet awayy and watched as he removed his keys from the lock and closed the door. He didn't look happy at all.
"Well?" she wrung her hands out nervously.
His shoulders slumped alittle.
"Did you find out?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Oh no," her voice was soft as a whisper.
He walked over to stand infront of her, his expression and body language unreadable.
"So they said?"
He looked away for a moment, sucking in a shaky breath.
"I don't have it."
Her heart stopped and she shook her head, wondering if she heard him right.
"What?"
He smiled, that smile that won him the hearts of young girls. The shy grin he sported on posters hung on walls across America.
"I don't have it. I'm fine."
"Your fine?" her face lit up again and she bounced on her heels.
"I'm fine!" he held his arms out for her and she jumped into them dramatically, her arms squeezing his neck and her legs wrapping around his torso.
"I told you so Josh, I told you so! And don't you ever play with me like that again, it was not funny," she pulled away from him long enough to pinch him before planting kisses all over his face.
"I told you! I said so! I knew you were fine, I knew it!"
"How did you know?" he was laughing at her enthusiasm.
"Because I just knew, God wouldn't do that to you," her kisses didn't stop, "I asked him not to do that, because it would hurt you, and that would hurt me."
"Why?"
"Because I love you."
Suddenly all movement stopped. They were both frozen, her eyes large with bewilderment. She cleared her throat and uncrossed her ankles, slowly sliding away from him. She stood before him now, wringing ut her hands vigarously before reaching up to clutch the pendant around her neck.
"I'm sorry. I--I don't know where that came from, it just came out."
Her rambling stopped when he took a step towards her. His arms encirlced her waist, pulling her closer.
"I love you," he said into her hair.
She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed and her hands reaching up to hold him.
"Don't play with words like that Josh," she whispered.
He leaned back to look into her eyes.
"I'm not. And I really like it when you call me that."
He stared at her intently as she ran a hand down his face. She gave him a soft smile and he leaned down slowly to capture her lips. Their kiss wasn't one of raging passion, hormones, and a sexuality. It wasn't gentle and tender. It was the kiss people sing of, the one that warms ou from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. That new love kind of kiss. The one that screams:"Maybe this is it, maybe I've finally found someone."
"Dude you totally wrote this about her," Justin smirked at the paper.
"I did not."
"You so did! Listen to this: It's simple... I love you. Don't worry Jayce, we won't tell anyone you write songs about your girrrlfriennnnnd,"Chris grinned.
"Shut up,"JC protested lamely.
"What? It's true."
"I'm surprised he was able to get away long enough to write this. They're always off together, making out-."
"Doing whatever,"Lance added.
"Making the bed squeak," Joey said.
The room was silent for a moment before all 5 men burst into laughter.
"Ew! Dude, shut up!" they exclaimed.
"Stay the hell out of my personal like alright Joe?" JC laughed.
"Oh please, like we don't all know your knockin the boots with Becca," Justin winked.
"That's 'the future Mrs. Chasez' to you. She is my fiancee after all."
"I thought we didn't like Becca," Chris pondered.
"Nah, it's aiight now. She's actually kinda cool."
"She is? You sure?" Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Dude, you never disliked her anyway. I heard all about your trying to seduce her in the kitchen."
"I was trying to to help JC out. He wanted her to come to the studio instead of going to work."
"You were trying to convice her to run off with you," JC corrected.
"Yeah well, that too."
"Speaking of Ms. Becca, wasn't she supposed to be here like half an hour ago?" Lance checked his watch.
"Yep, I don't know where she is."
"I'm right here," Becca strolled in to the studio right on cue, her heels clicking on the floor. JC stood to greet her with a hug.
"I'm sorry I took so long. You wouldn't believe the day I've had. I woke up late because you didn't wake me up Jaaayceee. Then my hair was doing it's own thing, which was really not workin with my thing," she adjusted her glasses as she set her briefcase down, "Then you Mr. Chasez left the sink running in the kitchen this morning, so I come downstairs and there's a giant puddle of water on the floor. I know how you feel about your precious tile, so I cleaned it up and got a run in my stockings while doing it. So I change them, finally get out the door an that stupid damn car of mine stalls out on the freeway-."
"The Lexus?"
"Yes, the stupid freakin Lexus."
He made a 'hmph' noise and nodded for her to continue.
"So I finally get to work, two hours late, and my boss is immediatly up my ass over some papers HE lost. Josh, that was only the first few hours. I'm telling you, today has been the most-," her lips were suddenly silenced by his. He'd done it initially on impulse, he wanted her to simply stop. He knew she'd drag it out as long as she could. But the moment he touched her and the electricity shot through his veins, he was reminded of how kissing her had become his favorite pastime. He pulled away and she blinked, licking her lips quickly.
"Most absolutely terrible-."
Her mind was still on track, so he kissed her again. All her nerve-endings were on fire. She was undone. When he pulled away this time she sighed and dropped her arms over his shoulders.
"Amazingly wonderful day I've ever had," she immediatly pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking on it thoroughly, savoring his taste.
Josh smiled at her actions and kissed her again for the simple reasons that he could and he wanted to. Then time when his mouth left hers she was a puddle in his arms. He smiled, tucked her hair behind her ear, and leaned his forehead against hers to whisper.
"I'm glad."
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