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13.9. “I am a great supporter of sex before marriage. Otherwise I wouldn't have had sex at all.”
| Vicar of Dibley
Co-written with missparamedic | Follows about a week after THIS
Josh wasn't sure whether he should be amused, or beg forgiveness. He hadn't expected Emma to get drunk so quickly, but the paramedic was a teetotaller of the highest order. He knew it couldn't have been the lack of food since he'd taken her to one of the better restaurants in Princeton, but he wondered if maybe her mixing the wine from dinner with the beer, vodka, and whiskey at the bar had been a contributing factor.
He smirked as she tried to unbutton his shirt, and dutifully pushed her hands away even if he wanted to get naked with her. If he slept with her, for once he wanted them both to be able to remember it. He kissed her forehead, and pushed her back onto the bed so she could work on getting her knee-high boots off without her hands grabbing for him. It was cute how much of an affectionate drunk she was.
"As much as I wish it were otherwise, love, only one of us will be getting into this bed tonight. Just remember to tell me if you feel sick, okay? I'll find you a bucket, or pot plant, or something..."
Emma grinned up at him deviously and trailed the tip of her boot up his thigh towards his assets. Very nice assets if the bulge was anything to go by. She wrapped her hand around his wrist and tried to tug him down on the bed with her. "You know how hot you are?" she purred, using her other hand to pull him forward by his belt buckle. "I've been waiting all night for this. No holding out on me now." She was drunk. She was absolutely off her face drunk. She couldn't remember the last time she had drunk this much... actually, she could hardly remember her surname. She started to giggle. The whole thing probably felt way hotter in her brain. She had a vague recollection of a night like this with Andrew months ago. Maybe years ago. Before he was a non-drinker, anyway. But this time sex was so going to happen. She wanted Josh's ass, and she wanted it now.
Josh cleared his throat as he braced one hand on the bed and tried very valiantly to ignore the fact his bulge was becoming rock hard. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fucking fair for her to want him now while she was like this. "You don't know what you want," Josh murmured quietly as he looked down at her. "Five minutes ago you wanted toasted marshmallows and peanut butter. If I didn't know you were a good girl, I'd be asking you if you were pregnant." He leaned in to kiss her lips softly, tasting the alcohol on her breath. Not that it mattered, his probably tasted like beer and cigarettes. He was aware that he didn't always have minty fresh breath. "You're pretty fucking hot, even when you're sauced. Have you really been waiting all night? What happened to the three week rule?"
With him now in very easy grabbing vicinity, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down on top of her, giving him very little ability to actually move now she had him locked against her. She wrapped both her legs around him and arched her back, pushing up against him. "Fuck it," she growled hungrily and caught his lower lip between hers, biting down on it before kissing him heatedly. Her hips rocked up against his again and she made a messy attempt to try and get his belt undone, but her coordination was so off, it was a struggle. She pulled back a little, giggling mischievously. "I'm not wearing any pants," she revealed against his lips.
Josh groaned, silently cursing whatever stupid idiot brain cell of his decided taking her to a bar had been a good idea. He'd been hoping for dancing, but instead they'd sat and talked and gotten pissed. She was so warm, and firm, and fuck... right there. He was incredibly tempted to say 'fuck it' too, in fact his dick was definitely in favour of that plan as it seemed to give a twitch at the idea of being anywhere near Emma and her pantiless body. "Jesus, Em... not like this..." He clenched his jaw as he tried to wrestle out of her hold, but she had him pretty good. His hand gripped her thigh in an attempt to push her leg away but thrust forward with his hips instead to grind down again her. He instantly regretted it, even if his eyes rolled back into his skull and he let out a low growl. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, bollocking arse."
"Yes..." Emma moaned. The way he growled was exactly the response she was hoping for, now if only she could get him out of these damn pants. She tugged at them again, but they must be child proof or paramedic proof. She growled herself, but it was in frustration as the arousal pulsed through her. She tried to pull him closer with her legs, but she was losing momentum and maybe the room was starting to spin just a little bit...
She had to put her head back against the mattress when the dizziness just increased. She continued to try and battle with his pants, but didn't realise it was actually coming across like nothing but a clumsily grope at his crotch. Did he always have two heads? She was giggling again, but it definitely didn't have the bite it did a few moments ago.
Josh managed to get her hands away from his crotch and held them up over her head to try and keep her still. His eyes were dark as he tried to fight the desire pulsing through his body, that seemed to be pooling straight to his dick. If he didn't have blue balls from this, it would be a miracle. The way she was starting to wane in her determination was helping a bit, but even as he tried to get her legs from around him, the bulge in his pants was rubbing up against it. He would be lucky if he managed not to bruise her with his cock.
He brushed her hair back from her face and shifted so that he was lying next to her, more than over her. "You need to take it easy, love. Just close your eyes and take deep breaths. Better you survive the night without regrets, yeah?"
"No, no..." Emma whined, turning her head to the side in an attempt to shake it, but that was a huge mistake, and the whine turned into a whimper as she put a hand up to her head which was pounding way sooner than she ever wanted it to. But he could still fuck her! She made a weak grab for him, but her hand just curled around his arm. She pressed her lips together and for a moment even forgot where she was. Hang on, she was supposed to be riding him by now. Something was wrong with this picture.
Josh smiled as he watched her, and for a brief moment he suddenly understood everything that Lachlan, and Riley had been preaching about. Even Tara... He didn't really know Emma, but already this felt different. This thing with her was like nothing else he'd experienced. He felt an urge to protect her, even against a pounding head, and his thoughtless dick. He pressed a kiss to her temple as he held her, and just lay with her. "I don't want to be the guy you think I am, Em. I don't want you to give up on me. I'm also incredibly glad you probably won't remember me getting all mushy."
Emma looked up at him, her hair splayed messily under her head, and her blue eyes searched groggily over his face. "I..." she began, but that's as far as she got before pushing him away and managing to get to the side of the bed before she threw up spectacularly all over his floor. This was so not the finale she had been planning every since vodka shot number three.
Josh looked up at the ceiling with a sigh before he got up into a sitting position and held her hair back from her face as he waited to see if there was anymore vomit coming. "Better out than in, love. Trust me when I say that's one thing you don't want to be swallowing back down." He leaned forward to try and look into her eyes. "You gonna be okay if I leave you for a moment?"
There was maybe a slight moment of recognition in Emma that twigged how nice this was. Again, Andrew, her closest friend, had been the last one to help her when she was sick and he came around with chicken soup after she called in to work. This was different. This wasn't platonic friends. At least, she was pretty sure she didn't want it to be. Despite all the talk, Josh was... something she couldn't put her finger on. She groaned, managing a nod before squishing her face into the mattress. She felt sick and awful and she really didn't want him to go away, but it was okay if we went for a bit, right? She would have to analyse the fact she wanted him to stay when she was sober.
He rubbed his hand against her back and kissed her head as he managed not to step in her puddle of spew on his floor. He reluctantly left her alone to go and get her a bottle of water, and a chip bowl to throw up in. By the time he came back, Emma was out cold, and he set the water down on the bedside table near her before picking up a blanket and pulling it over her. He'd clean up the mess before he even contemplated trying to sleep himself. He'd even do the right thing and sleep fully clothed. He wasn't so determined to be a gentleman that he'd go and sleep on the sofa.
Words: 1687 | All muses from the princeton2nyc universe, and referenced with permission
| Vicar of Dibley
Co-written with missparamedic | Follows about a week after THIS
Josh wasn't sure whether he should be amused, or beg forgiveness. He hadn't expected Emma to get drunk so quickly, but the paramedic was a teetotaller of the highest order. He knew it couldn't have been the lack of food since he'd taken her to one of the better restaurants in Princeton, but he wondered if maybe her mixing the wine from dinner with the beer, vodka, and whiskey at the bar had been a contributing factor.
He smirked as she tried to unbutton his shirt, and dutifully pushed her hands away even if he wanted to get naked with her. If he slept with her, for once he wanted them both to be able to remember it. He kissed her forehead, and pushed her back onto the bed so she could work on getting her knee-high boots off without her hands grabbing for him. It was cute how much of an affectionate drunk she was.
"As much as I wish it were otherwise, love, only one of us will be getting into this bed tonight. Just remember to tell me if you feel sick, okay? I'll find you a bucket, or pot plant, or something..."
Emma grinned up at him deviously and trailed the tip of her boot up his thigh towards his assets. Very nice assets if the bulge was anything to go by. She wrapped her hand around his wrist and tried to tug him down on the bed with her. "You know how hot you are?" she purred, using her other hand to pull him forward by his belt buckle. "I've been waiting all night for this. No holding out on me now." She was drunk. She was absolutely off her face drunk. She couldn't remember the last time she had drunk this much... actually, she could hardly remember her surname. She started to giggle. The whole thing probably felt way hotter in her brain. She had a vague recollection of a night like this with Andrew months ago. Maybe years ago. Before he was a non-drinker, anyway. But this time sex was so going to happen. She wanted Josh's ass, and she wanted it now.
Josh cleared his throat as he braced one hand on the bed and tried very valiantly to ignore the fact his bulge was becoming rock hard. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fucking fair for her to want him now while she was like this. "You don't know what you want," Josh murmured quietly as he looked down at her. "Five minutes ago you wanted toasted marshmallows and peanut butter. If I didn't know you were a good girl, I'd be asking you if you were pregnant." He leaned in to kiss her lips softly, tasting the alcohol on her breath. Not that it mattered, his probably tasted like beer and cigarettes. He was aware that he didn't always have minty fresh breath. "You're pretty fucking hot, even when you're sauced. Have you really been waiting all night? What happened to the three week rule?"
With him now in very easy grabbing vicinity, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down on top of her, giving him very little ability to actually move now she had him locked against her. She wrapped both her legs around him and arched her back, pushing up against him. "Fuck it," she growled hungrily and caught his lower lip between hers, biting down on it before kissing him heatedly. Her hips rocked up against his again and she made a messy attempt to try and get his belt undone, but her coordination was so off, it was a struggle. She pulled back a little, giggling mischievously. "I'm not wearing any pants," she revealed against his lips.
Josh groaned, silently cursing whatever stupid idiot brain cell of his decided taking her to a bar had been a good idea. He'd been hoping for dancing, but instead they'd sat and talked and gotten pissed. She was so warm, and firm, and fuck... right there. He was incredibly tempted to say 'fuck it' too, in fact his dick was definitely in favour of that plan as it seemed to give a twitch at the idea of being anywhere near Emma and her pantiless body. "Jesus, Em... not like this..." He clenched his jaw as he tried to wrestle out of her hold, but she had him pretty good. His hand gripped her thigh in an attempt to push her leg away but thrust forward with his hips instead to grind down again her. He instantly regretted it, even if his eyes rolled back into his skull and he let out a low growl. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, bollocking arse."
"Yes..." Emma moaned. The way he growled was exactly the response she was hoping for, now if only she could get him out of these damn pants. She tugged at them again, but they must be child proof or paramedic proof. She growled herself, but it was in frustration as the arousal pulsed through her. She tried to pull him closer with her legs, but she was losing momentum and maybe the room was starting to spin just a little bit...
She had to put her head back against the mattress when the dizziness just increased. She continued to try and battle with his pants, but didn't realise it was actually coming across like nothing but a clumsily grope at his crotch. Did he always have two heads? She was giggling again, but it definitely didn't have the bite it did a few moments ago.
Josh managed to get her hands away from his crotch and held them up over her head to try and keep her still. His eyes were dark as he tried to fight the desire pulsing through his body, that seemed to be pooling straight to his dick. If he didn't have blue balls from this, it would be a miracle. The way she was starting to wane in her determination was helping a bit, but even as he tried to get her legs from around him, the bulge in his pants was rubbing up against it. He would be lucky if he managed not to bruise her with his cock.
He brushed her hair back from her face and shifted so that he was lying next to her, more than over her. "You need to take it easy, love. Just close your eyes and take deep breaths. Better you survive the night without regrets, yeah?"
"No, no..." Emma whined, turning her head to the side in an attempt to shake it, but that was a huge mistake, and the whine turned into a whimper as she put a hand up to her head which was pounding way sooner than she ever wanted it to. But he could still fuck her! She made a weak grab for him, but her hand just curled around his arm. She pressed her lips together and for a moment even forgot where she was. Hang on, she was supposed to be riding him by now. Something was wrong with this picture.
Josh smiled as he watched her, and for a brief moment he suddenly understood everything that Lachlan, and Riley had been preaching about. Even Tara... He didn't really know Emma, but already this felt different. This thing with her was like nothing else he'd experienced. He felt an urge to protect her, even against a pounding head, and his thoughtless dick. He pressed a kiss to her temple as he held her, and just lay with her. "I don't want to be the guy you think I am, Em. I don't want you to give up on me. I'm also incredibly glad you probably won't remember me getting all mushy."
Emma looked up at him, her hair splayed messily under her head, and her blue eyes searched groggily over his face. "I..." she began, but that's as far as she got before pushing him away and managing to get to the side of the bed before she threw up spectacularly all over his floor. This was so not the finale she had been planning every since vodka shot number three.
Josh looked up at the ceiling with a sigh before he got up into a sitting position and held her hair back from her face as he waited to see if there was anymore vomit coming. "Better out than in, love. Trust me when I say that's one thing you don't want to be swallowing back down." He leaned forward to try and look into her eyes. "You gonna be okay if I leave you for a moment?"
There was maybe a slight moment of recognition in Emma that twigged how nice this was. Again, Andrew, her closest friend, had been the last one to help her when she was sick and he came around with chicken soup after she called in to work. This was different. This wasn't platonic friends. At least, she was pretty sure she didn't want it to be. Despite all the talk, Josh was... something she couldn't put her finger on. She groaned, managing a nod before squishing her face into the mattress. She felt sick and awful and she really didn't want him to go away, but it was okay if we went for a bit, right? She would have to analyse the fact she wanted him to stay when she was sober.
He rubbed his hand against her back and kissed her head as he managed not to step in her puddle of spew on his floor. He reluctantly left her alone to go and get her a bottle of water, and a chip bowl to throw up in. By the time he came back, Emma was out cold, and he set the water down on the bedside table near her before picking up a blanket and pulling it over her. He'd clean up the mess before he even contemplated trying to sleep himself. He'd even do the right thing and sleep fully clothed. He wasn't so determined to be a gentleman that he'd go and sleep on the sofa.
Words: 1687 | All muses from the princeton2nyc universe, and referenced with permission