Breakdown - Greg/Josie - dance, water, sway, rope

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This was written for the Smut Battle on WLIIA Love, because I write too much I had to seriously edit it, but here is the thing in it's entirety...

Title: Breakdown
Chapter(s): 1 (Only one-shot I've ever written I think)
Characters: Greg, Josie
Pairing: Greg/Josie
Rating: NC-17 (18, whatever, fairly graphic sex)
Summary: Greg and Josie break down in the middle of the night in the country... prompt words were "dance, water, sway, rope"

 

The engine finally cut out and died after hours of spluttering pathetically. They were lost. The pitch black of the vast night sky enveloped the small car containing the two friends. 
“Shit.” Hissed Greg through the dark, thankfully the headlights had stayed on, but his minute motor was going nowhere.
“Shh” Soothed Josie patting his arm kindly. “It’s not as if we weren’t expecting it.” Wiping the window with a feminine hand she cleared it of condensation gazing through the dark down the country lane. 

Grumbling, Greg unclipped his belt matter-of-factly. Drawing his coat tighter around himself he made to step into the night.
“Oooh Greg don’t” Josie squealed. “You’ll get soaked through, it’s really coming down now” She had been watching the rain pummel the bonnet ruthlessly since they had broken down. 
“Well you can’t push” Reasoned Greg. “Sit here honey and we’ll try and get it started.”

Sliding off her own belt, they clambered awkwardly in the limited space they had Josie giggled and Greg snorted with laughter as their bodies tangled, brushing and intimate as they both attempted to cross to the other side of the car at the same time.
“S-stop…ow!” Squeaked Greg, the gear stick in a rather unfortunate place. “Ow Josie…wait” Holding gently onto her arms, he scooted past her rolling gratefully into the passenger seat as she took his place as driver.

Smirking, Greg exited the steamed up vehicle, tramping through the mud and slushy brown leaves to the back of the car. Rain beating down on every bit of his exterior he shuddered a little as cold droplets leaked down the back of his neck. 

After almost an hour of pathetic attempts to get the car going once more an exhausted Greg sank down into the mud miserable, mucky and soaked to the bone. Resting his head on the bumper a soft warm hand forced it’s way into his own. He glanced up. He had almost forgotten he was lost with Josie Lawrence, the most beautiful woman in the world in Greg’s eyes. He had to admit, she looked even better as her white top became slowly more see through, rain plastering the garment to her every curve. Greg shuddered with delight.

“Come on Greg, we’ll just have to find somewhere to stay” Josie smiled good-naturedly pulling him to his feet. She did not ask the dejected figure why he had chosen a particularly muddy puddle in which to flop. She just opened the boot taking out the torch and map she had so wisely convinced Greg to pack, almost as if she had a forewarning of Greg’s unreliable motor giving up.

*****

After what seemed like a millennium of trekking through the unrelenting storm and barren woodland on the Quantock hills the sound of trickling water reached their ears, quite separate from the harrowing howling of the wind and hammering of the rain. 
”Look” Josie gasped pointing to a thick sturdy rope tied to a tree branch, their only passage across the swirling stream, which seemed to stretch for miles.

“Fucking Somerset” Growled Greg under his breath, although he had to admit the thrill of the midnight ramble was exciting. They had swayed and weaved their way through the woodlands, tripping and stumbling on unseen rocks. 
“We’re gonna have to swing across then honey.” He breathed in her ear, hands still clutching her own gently, he had not let go since they left the car.

A soft girly scream cut through the air as Josie swung daintily across the obstruction letting go off the rope and landing cat like on the bank opposite.
“Come on Gregory it’s easy” She called across grinning toothily as the American grabbed onto the rope. A loud splash and the yell of “FUCK!" told her all she needed to know. Greg had landed in the water, cold icy wet seeping through his trousers and underwear, absorbed by his clothing. He scrabbled up the bank like a puppy who had landed in a puddle a little too deep for it’s liking.

*****

 “I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain what a fucking shit feeling my bollocks are gonna fall off if they don’t warm up again.” Greg sang attempting to make light of their predicament despite the fact he was colder, wetter and muddier than he had ever been in his life he couldn’t help but feel cheerful all the while Josie’s hand was clasped in his.

“Dancing in the rain dee-ah, dee-ah, dee-ah” Josie joined in coming to a halt and cuddling into her friend, sliding her arms around his chest leading him into a gentle waltz. Despite the fact rain continued to pour, streams of water pooled at their feet and they were both plastered thick with clay-like mud the pair swayed from side to side before bursting into a fit of laughter.

Collapsing onto the ground they held each other close, each clutching a stitch in their sides from laughing far too hard. Greg gazed into Josie’s creased eyes as she chortled with mirth her nose screwed up cutely, soft smiling lips just clambering to be kissed. Swaying a little closer, her inhaled her sweet breath, heart rate increasing ten-fold.
“Ooh Greg…”She gasped, sitting up suddenly looking into the distance. Clambering to her feet she pulled him to his feet wordlessly indicated to a sign. A campsite.

*****

As they neared, comfortable looking chalets called to them in their desperate need of shelter. Creeping towards one Greg peered through its water-flecked windows.
“Empty” He hissed to her, excitement dancing in his eyes. Entering the cosy wooden home they flicked on the light and blocked the door with a storage chest. 

Wearily they looked at each other, identical grins spread over their faces as they took in the other one’s appearance. Greg’s fluffy biscuit coloured curls were sodden and floppy, stained almost chocolate through being soaked, plastered to his forehead. His white and black striped shirt was now flesh coloured where it had become transparent sticking to his torso, untucked and mud spattered. His jacket was torn and slicked with mud.   His trousers had the same appearance, his once so shiny shoes in ruins.

Josie’s clothing may as well not have been there moulded perfectly to her body her white blouse had undergone the same fate as Greg’s. Her make up had run down her face and her hair stuck to her face and neck.   She found herself unable to control her laughter as Greg’s thick black-rimmed glasses began to steam up, obscuring his vision completely. Pulling the cord on the heater she felt a warmth wash over her and she turned to face him once more.

“Take them off silly.” She breathed kindly in his ear, her each breath ghosting through him, making him shiver with lust. Carefully she folded up the spectacles gently putting them on the side she gazed up into his bare brown eyes twinkling at her, brimming with emotion. Caught up in his longing for her, she found her body aching for him mouths clashing messily they satisfied themselves with needy exploring. 

His lips were as smooth and tasty as she’d always dreamed they were her hands contented with stroking his damp curls running down the back of his neck to his shirt and jacket. They had to go. Pushing his muddy jacket from him Josie gasped her satisfaction as her back hit hard surface, she had been unaware of just how much her yearning had been bubbling through the years of knowing him simmering into a tension that was being released upon the world as his hands caressed her slim waist, hips grinding with hers tongue running gently in past her lips, not overwhelming but lustfully stimulating every part of her moaning mouth.

Her fingers worked overtime, button through hole, all the way down his torso, nimbly baring his smooth, appealing chest. Her fingers brushed gently against his heaving ribcage, he head rolled back, mouth gasping as his lips ran along her neck. He needed to touch her, have her. Her heavy, shallow panting told him.
“I’m yours.”

*****

“Jesus Greg…” She moaned they had taken their muddy, wet bodies to the nearest bottom bunk bed garments littered the tiny cabin, Josie shuddered with pleasure as his long tongue massaged her waistline, hands gripped the final item Josie was wearing, sliding it teasingly down her long slender limbs.

“Want…you…” He husked gently pleasuring her as her foot rubbed his bulging underwear.“Have me…” She squeaked hands gripping at the bare duvet above her head, body arching to meet him, begging him to put her out of her aching arousal with his torturous yet pleasurable stimulating. His pace had slowed tongue raking along every inch of her tender skin, hands running up her thighs, helping to ease her upwards, against him. A particularly steady flick of his tongue and he felt her quiver, heard her cry with release, held her close. She was ready. 

*****

She’d barely had time to recuperate. She hadn’t wanted to, she wanted more. Pulling him onto her submissive form she decided he’d had his fun, now she was going to have hers. Their trespassing made it all the more exciting as her fingers inched into his stretched underwear closed around hot, damp Greg. She kneaded his length making him growl and groan. Neither of these sounds were what she wanted to hear.
“Whimper for me Greg…” She hissed into the atmosphere, kissing his shoulder softly.

He was more than happy to comply letting out a sound like a begging little Labrador left alone to long by his mistress. She didn’t let up, making sure he received the same painstaking treatment she had been subjected to, fingers working with thumb squeezing and moulding him into a mounting mess of melting man. 
“J-Josie…” He panted eyes focused upwards. Lip trembling as he chewed it. He was close. 

Laying him back they adjusted their positions once more this time Greg’s foot massaged between her legs as she gently licked, suckled, anything to make him twitch and tremble, whimpering louder the deeper she took him. Mouth reached his base and she knew now was the moment. She purred seductively, the reaction instantaneous. The vibrations had been enough to drive him, a buck of his hips, and a cry from his lips as his hands grappled with duvet.

She swallowed making sure he was watching as she clambered atop his shuddering form. Softly she kissed him tenderly stroking his body, reassuring him, soothing him.
“Now Greg… I’m ready for you know…” She whispered into his ear. Laying flat on the duvet beside him, her fingers entwined with his. 

Lightly he straddled pushing his pathway smoothly, slowly, intent on causing only pleasure. He didn’t want to hurt her. Her legs curled around his waist, heels urging him deeper.
”Greg…” She gasped, voice barely audible with each soft thrust. Josie was no virgin, she’d had many lovers in her past, but this was something else. His elegant, yet experienced movements showed care and kindness. He wanted to make her happy, he wasn’t just pleasing himself like so many men before him who had rocked this path.

“Greg…” She cried a little louder, burying her face in his shoulder as she neared her inevitable peak, this was intense. Each slow, teasing grind of his hips inched him in a little deeper, making her spine tingle, and her skin prickle with sweat. Her hands slid down his glistening back, his face was set on feeling her liquefy, she nuzzled against his neck. She knew she was safe.

His hands squeezed gently at her curves and he dared a look into her eyes. They glittered from languid delight, eyelashes fluttering. She was smiling he dropped his affectionate gaze, eyes shutting as his mouth pressed to hers upping his slow regular thrusts for more erratic yet tender rubbing as she pulled at him subconsciously. The change in tempo was enough, her body seized in a pleasurable tingle, her body arched to his and she cried his name as her climax engulfed her,

Warm fluid spread across her abdomen, he’s hit too, harder than the first, she could tell that by the tired smile playing on his lips, untangling himself from her he pulled her into a more tender cuddle, softly wrapping the duvet around them, now relatively dry and warm.
“Thank you for looking after me Greg…” She breathed falling asleep against his chest. Greg lay awake listening to the storm as it slowly died down.
“I love you Josie…” He whispered to the sleeping, nuzzling form, snuffling and snoring on his rising and falling cavity. His arm wrapped tighter around her and he fell into peaceful dreams too.