Behind The Scenes (j/k)

part 26

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.***

She laid her head against the pillow with the receiver propped up between her ear and her shoulder. "So where were we?" She asked. "My sister, Ashleigh." Josh reminded her. "Right." She nodded. His sister was down in Wilmington for a visit and he was ecstatic. "I took her around town and she loves it here!" "She probably loves it because you are there." She teased, remembering what it was like when she used to follow her older brother around like a puppy. "If it were up to me, she'd be living here." He sighed. "It sucks that I'm not there to meet her." "I know. It fucking sucks. She's dying to meet you." "She knows me?" She was taken aback. "Y'know, she watches the show." He stated obviously. "Duh." She rolled her eyes. "And she's seen your toothbrush, your blue sweater and your turquoise bra." "Oh my Go-"
"I'm kidding." He interrupted with laughter. "I put them far inside the closet where she wouldn't look." She let out a sigh of relief. "Enough about me. How are things there?" He asked. "Good." She smiled. They were nearly done with filming now and she couldn't wait to go back home. "I've been hearing things…" He trailed off. "How come I don't like the sound of that?" She frowned nervously. "Don't worry about it. It's really ridiculous." He laughed. "No, tell me." She insisted. "Well, Ashleigh asked me if it was true that you were dating James." "Ew! James?" She cried out loud. "No! Not our James. She meant James Marsden." He burst into laughter. "Oh…"
"The lack of ew there has me worried now." He joked. "You know it is rubbish." She grinned. "You know and I know, but try explaining that to a little sister who is wondering why her brother's girlfriend is rumored to being with another guy." "So she does know." The corner of her lips curled up, the thought that he had told her sister had her feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. "Of course she knows. She lives in Vancouver." He reminded her. "You know that's not what I meant." "Don't you have an early call tomorrow? You should get some sleep." He said out quickly. "Nice try." She heard him feign a yawn out loud. "Oh boy, did you hear that? I'm so tired." He groaned. "Okay. I won't make you say it." She giggled. "That's my girl." He chuckled. ~*~
Katie closed the hotel door behind her softly. They were ready to wrap the movie. She couldn't be happier. Her manager had called earlier to tell her that her flight back to Wilmington was confirmed for next week. She kicked off her high heels one by one then peeled off her red sweater. She sat in front of the dresser in her bra and skirt, reaching for the Nature Bisse cleanser. She opened a little container and plucked a cotton ball out, dabbing it a little with the cleanser. She brought it to her face and carefully wiped off the layers of foundation, blush and more that would leave her with an awful case of acne if she didn't get them off right away. As she traced the ball of cotton along the contours of her face, a smile grew. She was thinking of Josh.
She couldn't wait to tell him that she was coming home soon. She glanced at her watch. Four a.m. He could be home. He could be asleep. Oh well, there was only one way to find out. She gently picked up the hotel phone and pressed his number. Once she heard the dial tones, she pressed the speaker button gently. Thank God for technological advances that didn't require her sitting with the phone between her ear and shoulder for hours. "Fantasy lip service." Josh answered the phone in a sultry voice.
Katie nearly fell off the chair. That was the last thing she had expected to hear from his mouth. "I could've been anyone!" She said in an incredulously. What if she had been his mother? "Baby, this is your game. You can be whatever you want to be." He purred into the phone. "Anything?" She raised an eyebrow, deciding to play along since he didn't look like he was about to stop anytime soon. "Anything." He repeated firmly. "I'm a lonely actress." She said softly. "And what makes this actress so lonely?" He asked. "She's far away from home." She replied. "Don't worry sweetie. I'll make you feel right at home."
"How are you going to do that?" She asked curiously. "First let's slip you out of those high heeled shoes of yours." He suggested slowly. "Way ahead of ya." She said, amused. It was interesting that he knew she had worn her heels today. "Hmm…" She could imagine him rubbing his chin. "Then why don't you tell me what you are wearing." He said. She peered down at herself. "Nothing." She lied. "Bra and pants or skirt." He predicted, calling her bluff. "Thought this was my game." She pouted. "Sorry." He apologized.
"Blue satin bra and a black skirt that hits just below the knees." She described to him what she was wearing. "Is the skirt tight and hug you at all the right places?" He continued to question her. "It touches me in all the right places whenever I move." She whispered, shifting a little. "Where are you?" He asked. "Sitting in front of the dresser." "Take a good look at yourself." He ordered her. She looked at her reflection. "Now unhook the clasp of your bra."
She did as she was told. She blushed a little as the bra hung loosely around her chest, barely covering her. " Slowly pull down the your bra strap over your shoulder, one by one." She nervously pulled each strap down and drew in a breath when the bra finally fell onto her lap. "Don't." He told her just as she was about to look away. She chewed on her lower lip and stared at her round breasts, which were waiting to be touched. "Run your right hand up your side slowly."
She shivered as she ran her hand up her side till there was nowhere else to go. Her nipples grew hard rapidly and she groaned a little. Her hand involuntarily flew to her taunt nipple and she pinched it a little, unable to hold back. His breathing got heavy on the other side of the line and it made her ache for him. "Now stand up slowly." He instructed huskily. She got up, kicked back the chair and watched herself standing before the mirror, topless. "Run both hands up your skirt…" He trailed. She pushed her skirt a little, exposing her long legs, then put them up her skirt. "Slide your underwear off." She hesitated a little before shimmying out of it. "Leave the skirt on." She nodded even though she knew he couldn't see.
"Place your right hand on your knee and let it run up." He paused for a moment. "With your finger, feel how ready you are for me." He continued. Without a second thought she let her finger travel up her thigh, through the dark curls between her legs and felt for her soaking core. She gasped at how wet she was and he had gotten his answer. "Let me trail kisses down your neck." He begged. She tipped her head sideways and moaned at the thought of him doing exactly that. "My hands ache to feel our ample breasts in them." She cupped her breasts and shivered lightly at the moist trail her finger on her right hand had left on her right breast. "I stand behind you and pull you tight against my body, letting you feel how much I want you." She felt her back arching a little so she clutched onto the dresser tightly for leverage. "My hands roam across your body, trying to memorize each and every curve." She whimpered and tried hard not to let her legs give way.
"You are impatient. You push my hands down to your skirt. You want me to touch you and feel for myself how ready you are." Her hands no longer wanted to be the spectator to this cruel and torturous game. One hand lifted the hem of her skirt a little, while the other returned to her wet entrance.
"God! You are so wet." He groaned and the sound of his voice echoed in the room. "I push you gently towards the dresser and let you rest against it, as I lift the back of your skirt and let my length run up and down your slippery entrance." She leaned forward and planted one hand firmly on the dresser while the other stayed beneath her skirt and amidst the curls between her legs. "You push your butt against me. You want me to fill you completely. I give into your desire and slowly begin to slide into you from behind." His breath quickened and she could hear him whimpering.
"I hold you by the waist as I push in and out of you. You beg me to go faster, but I resist. I'm not ready for the game to be over just yet." Her finger slid into her and she slowly started something, which she had never done before, in her entire life. "The sounds of our bodies colliding into each other fills the hotel room, but neither of us care. I am too busy trying to hold on, while you are coaxing me into release." She added a second finger, needing to be filled. She stared at her frenzy hand moving frantically under her skirt. She was close. "You look into the mirror and stare into my eyes. You are pleading me to send you into abyss, but I look away. I need to be the best sex you'll ever have."
"Josh…" She moaned a little louder than she had intended. Her heaving body collapsed back, straight into the chair as she writhed with pleasure. A cry tore out of her mouth and she grasped onto the armrests tightly. The feeling of the fabric of the skirt moving against her pushed her over the edge. From the nearby phone, she could hear him gasp then grunt. They both took a couple of minutes to get their breathing back to a mere pant before engaging in a conversation again. "Once again I realize that I always lose to you." He sighed into the phone and she couldn't help, but smile.

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