Ultraviolet

A.N.: nottrunottruenottrue.
MATURE WARNING
This fic is purely AU, in a way that such a thing would enver happen. It's jsut so very amusing having this pairing. If certain things hadn't cropped up, I wonder if things would have panned out more like this?

Josie had fallen asleep on his arm while they were watching some random movie Jenny had picked out to hopefully distract Josie from her unhappy feelings of late. Jojo had suggested it to her while he sat in the shared dorm room of Josephine and Jennifer, begging for help with his calculs homework from the younger female. Josie was feeling down, and he'd picked up on it. Not wanting Jenny to feel left out, he grinned up at her and invited her too.

She didn't stay though, and at first Jojo couldn't figure out why she'd smiled serenly and carefully picked her way out of the room. It wasn't the chuckle from the girl curled up against his chest that triggered his brain into motion either. He had to have it pointed out to him. He'd been kissing and nuzzling into Josie's soft, sweet smelling hair without noticing what he'd been doing. It took Josie pointing it out for him to realize, and by then the words "But don't stop," had slipped out over her lips.

His arm had fallen asleep right along with her. He didn't want to move her in fear of waking her up, but eventually the need to have blood coursing through the veins in his right arm became too much and he carefully extricated his arm. They were both on her bed, propped up on the pillows. It didn't take much coercion to get her to lay down, and stealing Jenny's blanket (since they were lounging on Josie's) he wrapped her up. Laying down atop the duvet, he wrapped one arm over her and tucked the other beneath his head, falling asleep right there beside her after laying in the gloom of the dorm room watching her sleep.

When she awoke the next morning, Jojo was laying on his stomach, one hand dangling over the edge of the bed. A small smile broke out over her lips as she watched him silently snore away. Eyes wandered to the clock that sat on her bedside table, eyeing the time. She was glad it wasn't a school day otherwise she would have missed her morning lessons and half of lunch by now. Shifting in bed, she sat herself up and propped herself against the pillows. Jojo's sleeping weight was heavy on the blankets on one side, but not constricting against her body. A look over herself revealed that she'd slept in her clothes. Just as she thought about getting out to change her clothes Jojo mumbled in his sleep and shifted around, pulling up the dangling arm to lay flat upon the mattress. Watching him she couldn't resist the urge to reach down and brush her fingertips over the tips of his hair that feathered out in the style that was a part of him. One couldn't think of Jojo without thinking of that mohawk on his head.

Drawing down the strands, she brushed the shaved portion of the scalp. Fingers danced circles over his scalp, then moved to brush over the pierced ear, drifting over the rings and studs decorating his ears. Curling over the lobe, her tips found the corner of his jaw and traced it to his chin. He was facing away from her and she had to lean forwards and reach over him to draw the patterns of his face with her hand. As she went to brush over those pierced lips she saw them move and then curl up into a smile.

"I thought you were sleeping," she said.

"I was."

She looked a little embarressed over waking him. "I'm sorry for waking you,"

He rolled over to face her, curling an arm around her waist. "Don't be."

"But I know how much you like to sleep in," she replied with a pout.

He didn't see, his eyes were still closed, but his smile increased, curling upwards more at the corners. "I'm surprised I could sleep at all. You're so noisy," he mumbled sleepily, the hint of teasing visible in his voice. Groggy as he was his accent thickened. Jojo had always had a thick Irish accent, but Josie had never experienced the way it sounded when he had only recently woken up. His voice was different compared to the way it sounded when he was tired. She liked it.

His comment, however, deserved a smack to the head with a pillow.

After hitting him around the head with it she pulled it back from his head to see one green eye open and looking straight up at her. "Fighting dirty this early?" he purred, tickling her waist with the hand curled around her.

Josie squealed and wriggled in his grasp. Despite only recently awoken, Jojo moved swiftly to pin her beneath him, legs straddling her body. He tickled her without mercy, his hands dancing over her body faster than she could move her own hands in to intercept him. Finally he grabbed at her wrists with his hands, pinning her arms above her head. They'd been 'wrestling' for about five or ten minutes. Josie had kicked the borrowed blanket almost completely off the bed since her legs were the only free limbs she had left at her disposal. By the time she gave up fighting him they were both panting heavily. With a devilish grin on his lips, Jojo leaned over her. He was close, each feeling one another's rapid breathing washing over their faces.

"What are you gonna do now?" Jojo purred, having lost the just-woken-up morning voice. "I've captured you and there's no escape."

Her brown eyes washed over his face, exploring while she tried to recapture her breathing. After a nervous bite to the corner of her bottom lip she pushed her head up and closed the distance between them. That would distract him and perhaps earn her freedom.

It distracted him, causing the older male to freeze in place, eyes wide as he stared down at her. Despite her being able to now wriggle free from his lax hold, Josie felt unable to move from Jojo's gaze, his green eyes looking down at her with a blank expression that masked everything he was thinking and feeling. Embarrassment rose within her, causing her face to flush bright red.

Silence loomed on between them. It was simply too much for Josie to handle and she broke it first. "Joseph...? I'm so sorry..."

Hands released complete hold on her wrists, one finger coming to place the tip upon her lips. "Shush," he whispered, and when removing his finger he replaced it with his own lips. It was her turn to freeze up, but under the ministrations of the older male the ice creeping her veins melted away. This was what she was missing in her life - a human touch, a closeness beyond that of a mere friendship. It was bad enough being unable to have what she wanted from Aidan, but for him to become even moreso distant from her was unbearable. Jojo was different. Jojo was there. Everything she wanted, and could ever want was right here in the Irish teen's arms. He didn't care what other people thought, he cared about with felt right to him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kept him close. Jojo was all to happy to obliege to her, moulding his long and lanky frame to her own on her bed, snuggling in the blankets. Hands stroked up her sides, and through her hair, and he could feel Josie's hands exploring his body too. There was a tug to the base of his shirt, and sitting up, Jojo pulled the t-shirt off, exposing his bare chest to the younger female. With an appreciative eye, Josie ran her hands over the pale flesh. Taking hold of one of her hands, Jojo lifted it to press soft kisses to her fingers, palm, wrist - every part of the limb he could reach basically.

"Joseph...What are we doing?"

He tilted his head to the left, a cocky grin sliding onto his features. "Masturbating."

She frowned back. "Be honest."

He leaned in again, brushing his bare chest over her, fingers pushing up her own top to allow his fingertips to dance over her flesh. "Joey, we're only going to do what you want. I like you - really like you. If I had met you under different circumstances I'd be doing my all to go out with you; what I've settled for is being a best friend, but I know deep inside my heart I will always, always want that bit more of you. I'm jealous of Aidan, and he doesn't even seem to be as interested in you anymore."

He had hit the nail right on the head there. She frowned, blushed, and then smiled softly up at him. Wriggling about to help him lift up and remove her top, one hand came down to fall against his cheek, cupping his face. "I really, really like you too, Joseph."

-unfinished, but I'm lazy and feel like posting something x3 -