Birthday Suprises

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Title:  Birthday Suprises
Characters: Josie, Tony, Greg, Mike, Clive
Rating: 18 (definatley)
Summary: For my dear Mel for her birthday! ^_^ she requested a Greg/Josie so this is my plotless piece I came up with!

 

Yawning, stretching and groaning at the alarm clock was all part of Josie’s morning routine. This particular morning induced a particularly prolonged whine, as the brown eyes peeking out from the warm nest of bedclothes spotted her Cats and Kittens calendar on the far wall. Her eyes were drawn to today’s date; marked in red, it said, “Go back to bed and hide. You’re fucking 30, you old cow.”

Josie pulled her duvet completely around her and opted to hibernate forever…or for at least ten more minutes. Yet, her hiding was cut short by the two hungry, meowing felines pawing at the lump they knew to be her.

“Oh, sod off...Alright, alright! I’m getting out of bed…” She grumbled, dislodging herself and her pets from the nest, tucking one purring kitty under each arm.

She padded down the stairs, prancing across the cold kitchen tiles to her slippers. Anyone who might have been passing by her window and spotted this would have thought she was training for the opening production of “Swan Lake”, not just trying to avoid her feet freezing over.

Josie knelt to scoop the jellified cat meat into two ceramic bowls as the black-and-white shorthair and the fluffy ginger scampered around her ankles.
“Here you go, girls.” She sighed, stifling another yawn, and inwardly wished that there was someone to cook breakfast for her…to carry it up to her in bed on a tray, balancing food and presents…perhaps a bunch of bright flowers in the other hand, waiting to surprise her.

Pushing open the curtains she couldn’t help but be a little thankful as a stream of golden light came streaming in through each window, warming her skin as she stood briefly, basking in the glow. Spotting a small pile of letters on her doorstep she couldn’t suppress a smile from her lips. People had remembered her birthday after all. She felt less alone.

Bending to scoop the stack of cards and small packages into her arms, she jumped and screamed a little, as the doorbell pierced the air just above her. Heart still racing from her shock, she wrenched open the door to a grinning Tony.
“The birthday girl in her birthday suit” He greeted eyeing up Josie’s skimpy nightie with a light amusement.
“Bastard…” Muttered Josie, stepping aside to let him in. Grinning at her best friend eyeing the large package in his hand with some caution. “That best not be a sex toy, or a lifetime supply of crotch-less knickers Anthony Slattery.” Shrugging Tony tossed the parcel over his shoulder and let himself stepped into Josie’s neat home.

*****

“Oooh this one is from America” grinned Josie eyeing the stamp on the envelope, sipping the tea Tony made for her while she tugged on a her clothes, not bothering with her make up since it was just Tony, scooping her messy brown curls into a tangled mass of ponytail.
“Gotta be Greg…” Tony concluded, hazel eyes glittering mischievously yet knowingly. “He always had a soft spot for you Jos…”

Thwacking her friend on the arm playfully Josie blushed considerably.
“He did not Tony… we’ve always just been friends… you know that…” She insisted, ripping open the envelope. “And even if it is Greg… he just… you’re my friend and you’ve wished me happy birthday… it doesn’t mean anything…” She continued, wishing her mouth would just stop talking as she became more flustered and considerably redder, much like she did when she talked to Greg in person.

Beaming at her over the rim of his teacup, Tony decided to remain tactfully quiet. Greg had in fact revealed his plans to him, and confessed that Josie meant a lot to him. With Josie herself, well it was obvious how she felt about Greg, blushing profusely whenever she heard his name, giggling and twiddling her hair when she was near him and looking decidedly disappointed when nothing ever occurred between them.

“So… what does he say…?” Tony interjected after a few moments of Josie quietly reading her letter, smile becoming prominent on her face, and although he couldn’t see it, Tony knew her heart was fluttering.
“Not a lot…” Josie muttered, trying to stuff the letter away, cursing her lack of pockets on her person. Seizing the opportunity Tony pounced, and the pair giggled and tousled on the sofa, both scrabbling playfully for the letter. Tony won.

Clearing his throat theatrically and putting on his best imitation of Greg’s accent he could muster, he began to read the letter aloud making Josie turn pink, but chuckle in amusement.

Dear Josie,

                        Happy birthday sweetie! I hope this letter gets to you either before or on the day as I trust neither my own, or your postal service. If you’re reading this before, you naughty kitten, you know you shouldn’t open your birthday cards before your birthday. 

I’m sorry I’m not there to celebrate your day with you, bet you have a stunning dress or something to wear right? If not... get one, go out with Tony, follow the traditions of your country, get irretrievably drunk and find yourself a gorgeous guy for the night, got me missy? Before that though, make sure you pop ‘round to see Mike at 7pm he’s got your present from me.

Have a wonderful birthday pookie.

Love Greg

xxxxx

“So… you got yourself a dress Jos?” Tony questioned with a knowing grin.

*****

“Come on Josie… for fucks sake you’ve been getting ready for 2 hours!” Tony called good naturedly, petting a purring Aynuk, who was curled on his lap, soothed by the feel of the cat’s soft fur, as he watched the television.
“Tony…” Josie called. “Come help me a second… I need a man’s opinion.” Gently lifting his companion onto the cushion beside him Tony stood up brushing off his trousers, chuckling as the cat scowled.
“Don’t look like that Aynuk… I’ll be back…”

Fully dressed Josie appeared to be pondering over perfumes. Two bottles sat on the side, a large rectangular bottle holding a baby pink liquid and a long thin cone bottle containing a golden scent, both waiting to be sniffed and decided upon by Tony.
“Coco mademoiselle or Issey?” Asked Josie holding out both bottles to him. Trying to keep his bemusement off his features he held the nozzles to his nostrils in turn.

“Hmm…” Contemplated Tony. “This one” He decided holding out the yellow perfume, which smelt of sweet delicate flowers. With a nod Josie doused herself with the pleasant smell retrieving her handbag from the bed.
“Ready” she beamed proudly.

Their journey to Mike’s was surprisingly uneventful, something Josie was quite sure she couldn’t recall in all her years of knowing Tony and his boisterous driving technique. Her heart was skipping with anticipation. What had Greg got her? Was she reading too much into things? By the time they had knocked on Mike’s door her heart had sank. 

“It’s probably only a book or something,” she thought miserably to herself with very little enthusiasm.
“Josie! Tony! Come on in.” Beamed Mike leading them around the cardboard boxes still left from his recent move. “Finally finished putting my stuff away this morning”, he explained. Leading them into his small, but modern flat. It had an air of Mike despite his presence only being there little over a week.
“Couldn’t have done it without my helper…” He added with a wink glancing towards the tall slim figure leaning casually in the doorway of the lounge, wearing tight black jeans a bright coloured shirt and a black waistcoat.

“Happy birthday Josie darling” He grinned, as she gave a squeal of shock and delight. 
“Greg! How did you…? What are you…? Y-you’re in America…” She gibbered running up to him, smile spread from ear to ear, brown eyes sparkling at him.
“As if I could miss your birthday Jos.” He insisted handing her a small, neatly wrapped box, which put Tony’s carrier bag, taped with brown sticky tape to shame.

“For me…?” She gaped, eyes gazing up to his finding them twinkling back at her.
”Who else?” He asked, leading her into the lounge pleased she was too consumed with her gift to spot the crowd of her friends gathered around the room, which currently looked like an explosion of balloons and Happy Birthday banners. Flopping onto the sofa Josie began to peel away at the crisp gold paper, once she had freed it from it’s neatly tied ribbon.

“Did you wrap this Greg?” She asked, looking up to his face, alight with inexplicable excitement.
“No… the girl in the shop did it… please hurry and open it…” He grinned winking at the rest of the group, who were looking incredulous and amused that Josie could be so oblivious to their presence. Opening the long, thin jewellery box, her eyes fell upon the delicate silver bracelet twinkling in the light, small teardrop shaped pearls dangling attractively, contrasting perfectly with the navy velvet they were rested on.

“Oh Greg…” she gasped, dropping the box in shock, flinging her arms around his neck, cuddling him tight.
“Kiss her for god’s sake Mr. P so we can get on with the bloody party” Chuckled Clive making Josie start and take in her surroundings for the first time.
“D-did you do this Greg?” She blinked at him, eyes the size of saucers as she took in everything. With a curt nod and a sheepish grin, he found his mouth being devoured by Josie, hungry to taste him, get lost in his embrace.

*****

They had reached her doorstep at last, Josie giggling as she tried to open the door, greatly inhibited by Greg trying to kiss her every few seconds. He had given her a piggy back home, wearing his jacket as Greg informed her she “looked cold”. Finally bursting through her house she barely had time to close the door behind them before Greg had lifted her to the wall, making his longing for her recognized as he rubbed the swelling bulge in his trousers against her.

“Greg…” She gasped, taken aback by his urgency and aroused accordingly with each brush of his body. Setting herself free from his grip, she tore up the stairs, throwing his jacket, her dress, her bra and finally her underwear at him as she dashed to her bed, where she truly wanted him. Giving chase with a playful growl, Greg darted after her, needing her touch.

”What took you so long Gregory?” She cooed, puffing a little from the pursuit, chest heaving as she lay face down on the bedclothes, having released her hair from the neat knot she had twisted it into so her curls cascaded messily down onto her bare back, looking at him with seductive eyes, making him quiver with barely contained excitement.

“Jos…” He whispers through the din of his own breathing in chorus with hers, in hard needy pants, as she relieves him of his own clothing, his hands tangling in her hair, cupping her cheeks, bringing their lips crashing together once more a satisfactory moan escaping both their mouths, as their bodies rub and arch together in almost unfathomable anticipatory delight.

“Need you…” She whispers pushing his damp curls off of his forehead as their eyes lock, sharing a mutual look. Nodding he kisses down the length of her body, recording every curve in his memory. Her head rolls, body lifting to meet his hot kisses, feeling a familiar damp heat accumulating below her navel.

Fingertips circling her abdomen she lets a squeak of delight escape her as he lifts her legs, to accommodate his warm, velvety tongue.
“Mmm…” he moans against her tasting her ecstasy, his efficient tongue pushing into her, hands rubbing her stomach as she writhes.

Compliant to his touch, she lets his fingers wander her body as he torments her with a teasing tongue. Whimpering, she bites her bottom lip, grinning her contentment as he explores deep into fire of yearning within her body. 
“F-fuck Greg… you know your way around” Josie comments, as her pleasure continues to mount into what will inevitably be a phenomenal peak.

“Kiss me…” She requests breathlessly, smiling softly as he slowly he presses his mouth to hers tasting her with his tongue. Unable to stop herself her hands glide gently over his breathless chest, their tongues meeting tenderly, and feeling her delight surge higher, soaring. Her legs lift to encircle his waist, pulling his body closer.

“You taste wonderful Jos…” He breathes in her ear, letting her rest briefly as she catches her breath, her hazel eyes gleaming gratefully.
“Want you Greg…” She whispers insistently, her wish almost instantly granted as he pushes himself within her body making her moan accordingly.

She’s close. He can feel it with each thrust deeper, knowing that he has hit the one spot where the pleasure is most intense. Within minutes of them rocking and riding together, she finds herself unable to hold on realising her intense climax, squirming beneath him, in complete rapture.

Having caused as much blissful stimulation as possible, selflessly directing his movements where she needed them most, he concentrates on himself feeling her deepest muscles tug around him, bringing him into rhapsody with her, both finishing with a murmur of gratitude, collapsing together.

*****

Yawning, stretching and groaning at the alarm clock was all part of Josie’s morning routine. Her brown eyes peeking out from the warm nest of bedclothes, she spotted her Cats and Kittens calendar on the far wall. Her eyes were drawn to today’s date; marked in red, it said, “Go back to bed and hide. You’re fucking 31, you old cow.” A blue annotation underneath in a messier writing said: “And still gorgeous.”

Josie pulled her duvet completely around her and opted to hibernate forever…or for at least ten more minutes.
“Josie… honey…” Greg breathed softly, pawing at the lump he knew to be her with one hand, the other bearing a tray, of breakfast and presents, a bunch of bright flowers tucked under his arm, waiting to surprise her…