New Fic: Strong Enough To Break
Title/Chapter: Strong Enough to Break (01/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Fandom: Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Joe/OFC, Kevin/OFC
Rating: PG-13 for non-graphic sexual situations.
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [pixie lucas]
Note: I started writing this June 30th, 2008. I was in crisis mode with my writing, this was the ONLY thing I could come up with. Don’t hate me.
Summary: It’s love at first sight for Pixie & Joe. But after only two months on tour with Joe’s band, the unexpected happens: a tragic accident that leaves Pixie heart-broken. Alone and grief-stricken, she turns to the rest of Joe’s family for comfort. The close-knit brood lean heavily on each other for support to get through the loss. But what happens when the weight becomes too much to bare?
CHAPTER ONE:
Joe and I are laying facing each other on the bed of his hotel room. We’re both smiling brightly, just enjoying each other’s company and conversation.
Joe reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. I blush lightly and look down at the bed spread.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
“It’s true,” Joe replies, which makes me blush harder.
I look away for a second and then back at my new companion. “So what are your thoughts on dating?” I ask him. Joe smiles quizzically.
“My thoughts on dating?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah, I just… I have a really strong opinion on the matter,” I say with a shrug.
“Really? Like what?” Joe asks, wrapping his fingers around mine.
“Like… Um, I don’t think dating is just about having fun,” I tell him.
The singer smirks. “It’s not?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s about finding that one, that perfect someone you can spend the rest of your life with, ya know? Otherwise, what’s the point?” I shrug.
Joe grins. “You really believe that?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah, I do.” Then I make a face. “You don’t think that’s weird, do you?”
Joe shakes his head. “No, not at all. I actually, I feel the same way,” he says, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.
“Really?” I ask surprised.
Joe nods. “I’ve never met anyone who had that same point of view before,” he tells me.
I smile. “Maybe it’s a sign.”
Joe smiles back. “Maybe it is,” he replies. Then he leans in and gently presses his lips to mine. My breath catches in my throat, pleasantly caught off guard.
The kiss is slow and tender, just the way a first kiss between two people should be. It’s short and sweet and leaves me wanting more. We part and stare into each other’s eyes. I can see the lust burning in those brown orbs that I can feel burning in mine.
“Joe,” I murmur. He licks his bottom lip, his eyes roving my face. Then, without a word, he crushes his lips to mine. This time the kiss isn’t so slow or tender. It’s raw with a passion I’ve never known before. We kiss hungrily, all tongue and teeth and it’s amazing. It makes me want more, so much more.
I press my body as tightly as I can to the teen sensation, waiting for him to make the first move. But I should have known he wouldn’t. He’s too respectful for that. So I initiate contact by sliding my hands up the back of his shirt. His skin’s so soft and warm, the muscles in his back long and lean. Just his skin connecting with the tips of my fingers sends electricity firing through my veins.
Things get more and more heated, clothes being shed till we’re both completely naked, kissing, touching, moaning, writhing on the bed. “Joe,” I murmur breathless, pushing gently against his chest.
He furrows his brows in concern. “What? What is it?” he asks, just as out of breath as I am.
“I just… We need to slow down before this goes any further,” I tell him.
Joe pulls away and I’m thinking that maybe he agrees until he says, “You don’t want to be with me?”
“What?!” I ask, once again caught off guard. “No, that’s not it at all, Joe. I swear to you. It’s just, I don’t want to be the girl that breaks your promise to God that you won’t have sex till you’re married. And where we were heading was definitely sex and we’re definitely not married.”
The gorgeous singer looks at me through his lashes. “What if I don’t mind breaking my vow as long as I get to have you here tonight and all the rest of the nights on tour?”
“I don’t care what yo-- …Did you just ask me to come on tour with you?”
Joe smiles bashfully. “Maybe. Ya know, if you wanted to, then yeah, I guess I was asking.” I grin because he’s just so freaking adorable when he’s all shy and indecisive like this.
I move closer to him, wrapping my arms around him, playing with his hair. “Of course I’ll come on tour with you. Did you really expect me to say no?”
Joe shrugs, looking down at the sheets. “Maybe. I don’t know. I… I’ve never felt like this about someone before. It’s kind of scary but amazing all the same.”
I give him a slow smile. “I know what you mean.”
“Do you?” he asks, finally returning his gaze to mine.
“Yeah, I do,” I assure him.
Joe pulls me closer so we’re skin to skin, bodies flush. “Then you should know that I’m willing to break my promise to be with you. And this is more than sex, this is about making love to a girl that at this moment, I couldn’t dream of living without. I… I think you’re it for me.” Joe bites his lip and shrugs.
I cup his face gently in my hands, making him look at me. “Are you sure? Am I really the girl you want to lose your virginity to and break a promise to God over?” I’m actually quite nervous about this. He’s quite a few years younger than me and in some states this could be considered statutory rape. He’s not even 18 yet. But of course right now, we’re in my home state where the age of consent is 16. So technically…..
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Joe says, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Are you really?” I ask.
“If you keep asking me that, I may just begin to wonder if you aren’t sure,” he retorts.
“No, that’s not it. It’s just, your dad’s a preacher and I don’t want to get on his bad side or it could be a lifetime of hell.”
“A lifetime?” Joe asks his eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips.
I feel my cheeks heat up. “We both believe the reason behind dating is to find your soul mate, right?” Joe nods. “I just…I just figured maybe that’s what this was; finding out if we’re soul mates.”
Joe reaches out to stroke my hair. “Of course that’s what this is. But I don’t need to find it out. I already know. You, Pixie, are in fact my soul mate. The girl I don’t want to live without.” Then he pulls me close kissing me with a soft passion, something I definitely cannot resist.
Before long, our hunger for one another returns full blast and to make things easier, we’re already naked. We kiss and caress every inch of skin we can reach. The air in the room is stifling as our body heat rises with every new touch. Everything feels so surreal, like this is all a dream, that I didn’t find the man I was going to marry in just one night.
But I have and he’s making love to me in the sweetest way. A way that I had never thought possible. I’m doing exactly what I thought I’d never do again; and that’s letting someone in. Letting someone love me, all of me, physically, emotionally and spiritually. And it’s an amazing feeling that I wish could last forever, but is over way too soon. I didn’t really expect for us to go on an one hour spree, seeing as how he’s still a teenager (late teens) who’s losing his virginity and I haven’t gotten any in years. I knew we wouldn’t last long, but it wasn’t long enough for me. But I’ll take what I can get.
When our breathing and pulses come back down to normal, we curl up together under the blankets. I snuggle into his warm chest, a sigh of contentment leaving my lips.
“Pix,” Joe murmurs softly.
“Hmm?”
“I love you, Pixie.”
I smile to myself. “Mm, I love you too,” I reply as I begin to drift to sleep.