Behind The Scenes (j/k)

part 27

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 grabbed her bag from the baggage claim belt, yawning a little. She was exhausted. After their phone call, they had both been bombarded with busy schedules, which prevented them from having any time to talk. She had meant to tell him that night about her flight, but by the end of the conversation, the flight was the last thing on her mind. She pulled the cap down lower, trying to hide her face for people were staring at her. She still couldn't get used to the fact that people would gawk at her as she walked by. She quickened her steps and hailed a cab. She couldn't wait to go home and take a long bath. She felt both icky and yucky from the flight. She took in a deep breath. It was great to be back.
She set the candles on the end table. She had an hour till he would be back. She had called Kevin to ask what time Josh would be done with filming. He also promised to keep James busy and for that she was grateful. She gave a quick glance at the bedroom before heading back to her place for preparations. She wasn't going to do it in sweats and T-shirt. She slipped on her flip-flops and raced up the stairs to her apartment.
She stripped off her clothes and jumped into the shower. She was dying to take a bath, but there wasn't time for that. He would be back soon. She turned the running water off and wrapped a towel around herself. She was shaking from excitement just thinking about what was soon to come. She squeezed the water from her hair then got another towel and started to dry her hair. She didn't want to use a hair dryer. Lately her hair was starting to fizz from all the stuff done to it during filming. There was only much her hair could take. With her hair half-dry, she ran to her bedroom. Tonight had to be perfect!
She froze. That was him. That had to be him. She heard the key turn into the front door. She quickly got to her feet and stood in front of the door. The candles! She ran back and quickly lit them, made sure that she was quiet as a cat. She tiptoed back to the spot she had picked out, in front of the door where he would definitely see her. She put her arms by her side then cringed. She looked limp and dead. She changed the position and put them on her hips. Now she looked like a haggling woman. She heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom. Finally she compromised and put one by her side and one on her hip. She hoped that this was a sexy pose. She watched with wide eyes as the bedroom doorknob was slowly turning. She quickly scrambled towards the bed. Last minute change. What kind of a ninny would stand in front of the door. She had to be on the bed, sprawled out like a cat. She only made it half way, looking utterly ridiculous like a deer caught in headlights. Definitely not the sexy look she was going for. "Katie?" He stood there with his eyes blinking rapidly.
She closed her eyes. She was so embarrassed right now that she wanted to throw herself onto the floor and bawl her eyes out. "Christ!" He stood there with his mouth hanging open. She nervously pulled at the silky white slip she was wearing. "Say something." She laughed awkwardly. Then it happened.
He scooped her into his arms and kissed her with so much hunger that all the awkwardness and nervousness that she had felt before had disappeared. She moaned into his mouth, slowly melting into a puddle of mush. She had never been this sure about anything in her life. She didn't think it was possible to miss someone so much that you just wanted to breathe in his scent and hold it like that forever. His clothes felt cool against her warm skin and she wanted him to strip out of them fast. She clawed at his back, pushing the shirt up. He broke the kiss and quickly pulled it over his head, kicking it to the side. She gazed at him with heavy hooded eyes and slowly undid his belt. They watched his pants pool around his ankle and he stepped out of them, kicking it next to the shirt.
They stood in front of each other, barely touching. He brought one hand to her shoulder and she watched as he held the strap of her slip between two fingers, which had fallen off during their kiss. He gently pulled it back up, his fingers grazing against her skin lightly, causing her to shiver. She reached for his hand and held it in hers, leading him towards the bed. She smiled shyly as he laid her down onto the bed, letting her long hair sprawl out on the pillow. He crept up on top of her, not putting his whole weight on her, staring into her glowing face. She pulled his head down and kissed him softly. His hand ran down the length of her body, causing her nipples to strain against the thin silk material. His hand ran inside the white slip, touching her where it ached the most.
His long finger slipped between her lips, making her arch back then slipped out of her silky folds, leaving wet trails along her side. He raised himself up on one elbow, reaching for the packet of Trojans in the drawer of the end table. She placed a hand on his chest and shook her head. She had long prepared for this night. They didn't need any sort of barriers between them tonight. His eyes bore into hers as he pushed her slip to her waist. She raised her head to help him pull it over her head. He didn't throw it onto the floor like he had with his clothes. He raised it to his nose and breathed in her scent, before laying it softly next to him on the bed.
She watched with concentration as he shimmied out of his boxers and kicked them to the foot of the bed. He slowly lowered himself on top of her again, closing his eyes at the sensation of her nipples poking into his chest. She gasped as she felt his hardness against her. She threw her head back, unable to contain the wave of emotion that was washing over her. She felt him slowly enter her, stretching her. She clamped her teeth down into her bottom lip, wincing from the unbearable pain. Her nails dug into his broad back, tearing the skin. His eyes stayed trained on hers as she took in a sharp breath. She knew what was running through that head of his. He was chickening out. He wanted to stop before he hurt her anymore. She shook her head, trying hard to push back the tears that were forming. He gathered her in his arms, kissing her eyes, her forehead, her lips. He carefully moved in and out of her as she whimpered. The pain had subsided and the feeling of him filling her completely was overwhelming her. She raised her hips a little, making him moan.
The slow pace was tormenting her. His lips parted and he cried out softly at the sensation of her tightness surrounding him. Her eyes rolled back, and her legs closed around his waist like a vice, making it hard for him to hold back his release. He placed his arms under her, holding her tightly against him, feeling her heart slam against her ribcage and into his. She was close. He could tell from the way that she was burying her head into the crook of his neck. Her heavy breaths against his earlobe were driving him over the edge.
"Josh…" She barely got out. He held her face in his hands then kissed her deeply, letting his tongue explore the insides of her. She tore her mouth from his and screamed out loud, biting down hard on his shoulder as waves of pleasure came crashing into her. His mouth parted and his fingers curled around her dark strands, and he emptied himself into her. He lay on top of her, still buried deeply inside of her. He shifted to pull out, but she stopped him. He smiled at her and laid his head on her chest, listening to the sounds of her heartbeat slow down to an even pace. The tears that had threatened to fall finally spilled over. It wasn't about the perfect pose or the perfect look. It was all about the perfect person who was lying in her arms.

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