Behind The Scenes (j/k)

part 25

Author's Name: Yoshh

Title: Behind The Scenes

Part: Classification: K/j

Rating: NC-17

Short summary: *** this fanfic is a Josh and Katie romance that tells the story of the relationship Joshua Jackson and Katie Holmes behind the scenes of Dawson's Creek.***

Katie folded her green sweater and placed it neatly in her bag. "Packing already?" Josh asked, trying to dry his hair with one hand. "I'm leaving tomorrow." She smiled sadly, taking the towel from him and sat him down on the edge of the bed. "Wow. That was fast." He referred to the one week they had together. "Too fast." She rubbed the cloth gently against his hair. "You're nearly done with the shooting though, right?" He tugged at the hem of her shirt, making her smile. "Yes. Soon." She placed a soft kiss on the top of his head. "Not soon enough." He pouted, nuzzling his face against her stomach. She giggled as the cold drops of moisture on his hair penetrated through her shirt and onto her warm skin. "Stop that. I'm getting wet." She tried to pry herself loose from his tight arms around her waist. "Stop squirming. I'm getting hard." He whispered softly. "That reminds me…" She trailed off, no longer moving. "Don't I owe you a bath?" He groaned. "I already took a shower." He pointed at his tousled wet hair.
"Just because you took a shower doesn't mean that you can't watch me take one." She let the towel hand loosely on his head then slowly took off one shoe after another, looking over her shoulder before heading into the bathroom. He heard the sound of water filling the tub and he could see a tent forming in his boxers. Hell, all the king's horses and men could camp in there. He fidgeted a little and the towel slipped off his head, falling onto the bed.
"Fuck." He swore then got up fast, hoping that he could still catch her undressing. Nothing turned him on more then the sight of Katie peeling off layer after layer of clothes until she was left stark naked. He walked with his legs a little spread out than normal because of the bulge, which was begging to be released from the tight confined space. He praised the lord as he caught her in a bent position, pulling her pants down. She didn't hesitate at his presence; in fact she tugged at them slowly, moving her butt side to side, trying to wiggle out of them. He felt his friend downstairs twitch a little and he leaned against the doorjamb, fearing his legs would give way.
The pants lay in a heap and she kicked it away. He stared at her tanned thighs and her silky black underwear. Her slender arms reached to the hem of her shirt and she swiftly lifted it up, revealing her beautiful smooth back. He had never been this aroused just by the sight of a woman's backside, but then again she wasn't just any woman. She daintily dropped the shirt on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom and his eyes stayed fixed on her, anxiously anticipating her next move.
She didn't disappoint him. She reached back and unclasped the clasp with ease. His fingers itched to trace the tan lines etched across her back. She hunched forward a little, the bone on her spine, jutting out a little. Then she pulled each strap from her shoulder and soon the bra was lying next to the pile of clothes on the floor. He held his breath when her arms moved, revealing the sides of her breasts. Her fingers played with the elastic of her panties before she peeled it off slowly.
"Took you long enough." She whispered. He was standing behind her, his hands circled around her waist, splayed on her tight stomach. His lips latched on to her neck, suckling softly, careful not to leave a mark. His uninjured hand traveled up slowly cupping her fullness and working her nipple to a stiff peak. "So that's why God made two hands." She moaned, placing her hand on top of his before moving her own to her other nipple, pinching it a little. His hips bucked and she whimpered. His erection was trapped against his stomach and her butt. His arm tightened around her, despite the pain he felt when his swollen hand held her tight. Her fingers stopped playing with her nipple and traveled to his neck, bringing his face closer to hers.
"I'm going to miss this." He sighed out, before kissing her softly. "I'm going to miss this too. I wish I didn't have to leave." She whispered against his mouth. He laid his head on her shoulder and breathed in her scent, wanting to remember every part of her. He cringed a little and grinned. "You stink." He teased, sniffing her skin. "That's because you keep distracting me from taking a bath." She pushed off him. He smiled as she stepped into the bubble bath and turned off the running water. He already missed her plush body against his. She put out her hand and he took it, letting her pull him closer. He sat down on the edge of the tub and watched the little bubbles dance across the top of her breasts. "Care to lend a helping hand?" She handed him a blue wet pouf. He gladly accepted it. She extended an arm out and blew him a kiss.
"Demanding aren't cha?" He chuckled. She stuck out her tongue and giggled. He rubbed the pouf along her arm slowly, moving to her shoulder then to her neck. She gathered her hair up to give him more access. He stared at the loose tendrils of hair and sighed, drinking in her beauty. She raised an eyebrow, a corner of her lips curling up. She lifted her leg and settled them onto his lap. He jumped a little and narrowed his eyes at her. "Oops." She slyly nudged her foot against his arousal and he blushed.
"Careful there." He warned, dipping the pouf into the tub again. He placed the soaking pouf on her knee and watched the water trickle down. She bit her bottom lip as he moved it down. His hand disappeared under the water and she let out a moan. The movement of his hand made waves and she put her head back, closing her eyes. She lifted her other leg and put it on the other side of the tub. He gulped at the sight of her with her legs spread open, yet decently concealed by the white foams. He leaned forward a little so that he would be able to reach further and he gasped with pleasure as her toes grazed against the tip of his erection. She smiled with her eyes still shut close, rubbing her toes along him. His hand moved at a more frantic pace under the water and she increased her pace too. He slammed his swollen hand on the ceramic tub, ignoring the sharp shoots of pain, needing something for leverage.
She sucked in a breath and so did he. Her grasp on the tub tightened and her lips parted a little. A moan escaped from them, encouraging him more. His hips moved a little, needing to move against her. She finally lifted those heavy eyelids of hers, begging him to cure the ache between her legs. The desire in her eyes made his raging hard on throb more and he groaned softly.
"Meet you there." She whispered, before writhing with pleasure, finally reaching her release. Those three words sent him over the edge and their guttural cries echoed throughout the bathroom. It took them a minute before they calmed down into pants and heavy breaths. He slowly retrieved his hand out of the water, without the pouf for it had slipped from his grasp long time ago.
She smiled then fished around for the lost pouf before finding it, reminding herself to take it to Vancouver with her. She felt his hand rubbing her ankle, then lifting her foot to his lips. Tears gathered up in her eyes for she was taken aback by his gesture. He never ceased to amaze her and she didn't know how she was going to leave him behind

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