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Title/Chapter: Strong Enough to Break (03/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Fandom: Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Joe/OFC, Kevin/OFC
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
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.
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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 THREE
I sigh as we’re left alone. I look to Joe and he gives me a weak smile. “Come here,” he murmurs, opening his arms. I settle against his chest and let him wrap his strong arms around me. “Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, my cheek rubbing against his shoulder. “Are you sure?”
I nod again. “I’m kind of exhausted now though.”
Joe kisses my hair lightly. “Why don’t you go grab a shower before bed,” he suggests. “You seem kind of tense, a nice warm shower might help.”
“Mm,” I hum. “That sounds kind of nice. I just might do that.” Sitting up a little straighter I ask, “Do you um, have something I could sleep in?” Joe nods and gets up to find me something. When he comes back over to me, I stand and take the sweats and t-shirt from him. Before I can head off to the bathroom, Joe pulls me against his chest and hugs me tightly.
“I love you,” he murmurs, tilting my chin up and pecking me on the lips.
“I love you too,” I reply. Then I make my way to the bathroom for that warm shower the singer suggested.
The water in the shower is nice and warm, the spray soothing on my tense body. I use the hotel shampoo and conditioner and the little tiny soap. They have a nice flowery scent. I wash myself quickly, not wanting to spend too much time away from Joe.
When I step out of the shower there's an over-sized fluffy white towel waiting for me. I wrap it around my body and walk over to the mirror, wiping the steam from the glass. I wring the water from my hair and dry my body off. Then I put on the clothes Joe had given me. The sweatpants are a little long but stay on my hips and the t-shirt is an oh-so-soft cotton from being washed and worn so many times. It feels good on my clean skin and smells of Joe, which makes me smile.
I find Joe lounging on the bed dressed in a pair of basketball shorts flipping through the channels on TV. I walk over to the bed and climb up next to the singer, snuggling in to his side. He wraps his arm around me, sighing, and switches off the TV, setting the remote on the bedside table.
"Nothing good on?" I ask.
Joe makes a face. "They're all reruns. And all ones I've seen about million times."
I mimic the face he's just made. "I hate that."
He looks at me. "Maybe we should just go to sleep now," he suggests.
I nod. "Okay."
"One thing first," he says. I watch curiously as he slips his purity ring off his finger. Then he takes my left hand in his. "Pixie Lucas, will you marry me?"
I can't help the huge grin that splits my face. "Of course," I answer. A slow grin breaks over his face as he slides the ring on to my finger. "Perfect fit," I murmur.
Joe smiles at me. "Maybe it's a sign," he says.
I smile back. "Maybe it is."
Joe leans in then and presses his lips softly to mine. "I love you, Pixie."
"I love you too, Joe," I reply softly, leaning in to cover his mouth with mine. He sighs through his nose, his hands coming up to tangle in my damp hair. I move closer, sliding my arms around his neck, licking in to the younger man’s mouth.
After a few moments I bring the kiss back to a peck, slowly pulling away. Joe reaches for the bedside lamp and clicks it off, shrouding the room in darkness. He lays down and I cuddle in to his side, throwing a leg over him. My fiancé wraps his strong arms around me and kisses the top of my head. “Comfy?” he asks.
“Yes,” I murmur. I nuzzle his neck, kissing the soft skin lightly.
“What are you doing?” Joe asks.
“Nothing,” I whisper. “I just like it when you’re half naked.” I slide my hand down his chest, letting it come to rest at the waist of his shorts.
"Would you like it better if I was completely naked?" the singer asks.
"Maybe," I answer thoughtfully. Just then Joe flips us so I'm on my back and he's hovering over me. He slides his hands up my --his-- shirt and over my head. "What are you--"
Joe puts his finger to my lips. "Shh. Just wait." So I do with baited breath.
Joe kisses a path down my torso, sucking lightly at my navel making me shudder. Then he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my --his-- sweatpants and slowly slides them down my legs, tossing them aside. Being laid out before him in my birthday suite makes me feel extremely vulnerable. But it's Joe and that makes me feel strangely safe; protected almost.
He hovers over me before leaning down to press his lips to mine. I hook my arms around his neck and pull him down on top of me. He moans quietly as I slide my hands under the waist of his shorts, pushing them down over his hips and ass. He wriggles out of them and kicks them over the side of the bed. He moves back to my mouth kissing me slowly and sweetly, lapping like a kitten. Then he gently slides his engorged member inside of me, making me moan at the sensation.
He moves his hips slowly and gently at first, just a little rocking motion. I reach down and grip his hips, pulling him closer. The singer gets the hint, moving a little faster and a little harder. As our bodies move in a fluid motion it's hard for me to believe that when I got up this morning I was just a regular girl going to see a great band play. I never would have thought that by the end of the night I'd be engaged to Joe Jonas and making love in his hotel room.
My climax is sudden, catching me by surprise. I moan Joe's name low in my throat as the pleasure rushes through my veins. A moment later the younger teen buries his face in my neck, muffling his cry as he releases his seed deep inside of me.
We lay there panting as I run my fingers through his sweat dampened hair. Then Joe lifts his head and kisses me lightly on the lips. "I love you," he murmurs.
"I love you too," I reply quietly. I push the singer off of me and he gives me a hurt look. But I just smile and curl in to his side, resting my head against his heart. In return he wraps his arm around my shoulders holding me firmly to his side.
I touch the ring he'd given me earlier with my thumb. "Are you sure?" I ask quietly.
"Sure about what? Marrying you?" Joe says.
"No, about giving me this ring," I answer. "Its the symbol of your vow to God."
Joe reaches down and twirls the ring around my finger. "Yeah, I'm sure," he tells me. "This ring used to represent my promise to God. Now it represents my promise to you. To be faithful to you, to marry you. You're the only one for me."
I lift my head and press a light kiss to his plump lips. I stare at him for a moment, not knowing what to say. But when I open my mouth words tumble out. "I love you, Joe, and I'll wear this ring as a symbol of my promise to you, to be faithful to you."
Joe smiles at me in the dark. "I love you too," he replies. We share a short kiss before settling back down to sleep.