What's this, a new, REQUESTED story? Ohh yeah!

So, I think this is the first request that we've done. I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure. :] Anyway, xwreckoftheday requested a Christmas Eve one and so I thought since I haven't written a OS in MONTHS, that I'd give it a whirl. So, be kind because, like I said, I haven't written one in months and I'm a little rusty.

<3

Britt

'Eve'

Requested by: xwreckoftheday

Written by: Britt

You shiver as the two of you step into your house. It's below freezing outside, but he knows why you're really shaking.

"Are you okay?" he asks you gently, touching your coat covered shoulder.

You nod slightly and wrap your arms around yourself.

"I know it was scary, but it's over," he says.

"You don't know that," you sigh, turning to look at him.

He locks your door securely and bites his lip as he looks at you. "No," he admits.

"Then don't tell me it's over, Joe," you say.

"Okay," he says softly.

You know he's just trying to help, his voice staying quiet and non threatening. You walk over and sit on your couch, turning on every light on your way.

"You would think a restraining order would do something for some people," you say, thinking back to what had happened just hours earlier. Your ex showing up at the Christmas party, his yells and threats directed towards you and anyone who dared get in the way, the lack of security near you when he charged and wrapped his fingers around your neck.

"Hey," Joe says, knocking you out of your thoughts.

It had been Joe that finally got to you, getting your ex off of you and making sure he was removed from the party. The cut below his eye was nothing compared to the threats your ex had yelled at Joe on his way out of the party.

"I'm sorry, Joe," you say, touching your own cheek where his cut is.

"Don't be, you hear me? I'd much rather have him hit me than ever lay another hand on you," Joe says, sitting next to you.

"I-I know. It's just that I-I can't believe I never saw just how...angry he was during our entire relationship until-" You stop. You don't want to admit it out loud again.

"Until you left and he tracked you down," Joe finishes for you.

You nod. "Right. I did everything I could think to get rid of him, Joe. I called the cops when he was stalking me, I got a restraining order when he ignored the cops and then he goes and ignores the restraining order! I don't know what's left to do, Joe," you say, whispering loudly.

Joe's silent and you know he doesn't know, either.

"Look...I know it's scary not knowing where he is, what he's thinking or what he's been drinking, but...you just have to know that there are people in your life who will never let him hurt you again," Joe says, turning and looking at you.

You tilt your head and look at his emotion-filled eyes. His top lip is gently bitten, something he does when he's being very serious.

"Are you one of those people?" you ask him quietly.

"Always have been and always will be," he answers immediately.

"Thank you, Joe. You're one of my best friends and I'm...I'm glad you're in my life," you say, smiling gently.

"Ditto," Joe says, returning your smile.

"It's getting late," you sigh, glancing down at his watch.

"Hey, it's getting close to midnight," Joe says. "It's almost Christmas."

"I'll be glad when this Christmas Eve is in the past," you say, shuddering. "It wasn't how I thought it would be."

"I'm sorry he ruined it for you," Joe says.

"No, it's fine. Just something that I need to get past, you know?"

Joe nods and then stands, removing his coat before he sits back down.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Staying," Joe replies. "I'm going to sit here all night to make sure he doesn't show up."

"Joe," you say, shaking your head.

"You can't talk me out of this. I'll be here all night just in case you need me," he says, sliding his scarf off of his neck.

"Well, if there's one thing I know about you, it's that there's no talking you out of things once your mind's made up," you say, standing.

"You do know me," Joe smiles.

"The couch pulls out, as you well know. I'll get you a spare blanket and pillow," you say, walking down the hall to your linen closet. You take out a blanket and pillow and then turn, walking back down the hall.

Joe looks at you as he loosens his tie. "I wasn't planning on sleeping," he says.

"Just in case," you say, setting the blanket and pillow down on the coffee table.

"Look, I'll be right here, okay? Just call my name if you need me," Joe says.

You step over to him and lean down, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Thank you, Joe," you whisper into his ear.

His hands rest lightly on your back for a few seconds until you pull back. He kisses your cheek and you stand up, smiling lightly.

"Goodnight," you say, turning and walking back down the hall. You hear Joe bid you goodnight as you open your door and shut it securely behind you. You let out a emotion-filled sigh and close your eyes, trying to erase what had happened.

"It's over," you tell yourself. "It's over."

Hours later you open you eyes and stare at the ceiling. You listen intently at the soft noise coming from downstairs, trying to figure out what it is. Knowing you'd get no sleep with the thought of your ex breaking in, you get out of bed and carefully open your door, peering down the hall. You can see soft light from your living room, the noise obviously coming from the TV.

"Joe?" you whisper, taking a step out of your bedroom nad pulling your long night shirt down a little.

You don't hear any movement from the living room, so you take another couple of steps forward.

"Joe?" you call out a little louder.

You let out a breath of relief when you see him lean over on the couch and come into view.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing," you say, walking into the living room.

"What?" Joe asks, looking mildly confused.

"I just couldn't sleep," you say quietly, sitting next to Joe on the couch.

"Oh," he says.

"What are you watching?" you ask, pulling your knees up to your chin.

"Um...Food Network," Joe says, turning the volume down.

You chuckle quietly and shake your head. Shivering a little, you look over to your right and smile when you see he has plugged your Christmas tree in.

"I love Christmas lights," you say dreamily, turning your body so you're looking at the tree.

"Me too. I couldn't resist not plugging it in," Joe says.

You feel him shift behind you and you lean back into his chest. His arms wrap around you comfortingly and you smile.

"Can I ask you something?" Joe asks, and you hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Of course," you reply.

"Why did you stay with him for so long?"

Your eyes linger on the Christmas tree as you try to think of a way to explain.

"I don't know," you sigh. "I was with him for so long that it felt like where I belonged."

"He was horrible to you, though," Joe says, his voice lowering a little.

"I didn't realize that until I was ready for the relationship to end, Joe. Up until that it was, well, normal," you say.

"I don't see how that's normal. You know if it were me with you," he says, and you feel his heat beat quicken slightly.

"What?" you ask curiously.

"I would just never do things like that to you. I would never raise my voice, nor my hand. I'd treat you like a princess and just love you day in and day out, never once taking you for granted," Joe says, looking down at you.

You tilt your head up and meet his eyes. "You're the sweetest guy I know, Joe."

"You're the sweetest girl I've ever known," Joe whispers. "You deserve so much better than him."

Your eyes linger on each other's for a moment and the increasing speed of his heart against your back makes you curious.

"Your heart's pounding," you say, laying a hand over his heart.

"I know," he says quietly.

"Why?" you ask, turning your body so you're facing each other, you on your knees and Joe sitting, his upper body angled towards you.

"I was just...thinking as I was saying those things," Joe says, his voice cracking.

"About what? What it'd be like to be with me?" you ask him.

"Yes," he nods.

"Oh," you simply say.

"Um, maybe you should try and get some sleep," Joe says, running a hand through his hair.

"Joe," you say, tilting your head and cupping his face gently.

"Mm?" he asks, looking at you carefully.

"You make me feel so safe, Joe," you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Wh- Do I?"

"Yes," you nod.

"I'm glad," he says, kissing your cheek in return.

You smile at him gently and let your eyes scan his features. You take your time, somehow feeling like you're looking at him for the first time. Your breath quickens as your eyes move down his chest and even further, noticing he's in his t-shirt and boxers only.

Joe takes in an even breath, letting it out slowly as if trying to contain himself.

You wet your lips and look up at him, the look in his eyes unmistakable. His adam's apple jerks as he swallows, his eyes looking you over.

"Wh-What are we...d-doing?" Joe asks as you move over and straddle him.

"I don't know," you admit.

His hands rest gently on your hips, and you know it's incase you fall backwards.

"I just...wanted to see," you say shyly, tipping your head down and inhaling his scent.

His heart pounds in your ear and you move your head up slowly, letting your nose glide along his neck. He shudders and you smile when you feel his fingers dig into your hips.

"O-Okay...okay, stop," Joe says, his voice frantic.

"What?" you ask, sitting on his thighs and setting your hands on his shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. It's just...I don't think this is a good idea. You're emotional, I'm very sexually frustrated and we're friends," Joe explains.

"It's just a kiss, Joe. Just one kiss," you tell him.

"You don't know how bad I want this kiss, you don't. I just don't know if one kiss is where I can stop," Joe says, trying not to look at you.

"Just one kiss," you tell him again, setting your forehead on his.

His breath quickens and his hands slide up your sides, gripping your back.

"Just one," he says, his voice shaking, matching his trembling arms.

You smile slightly and your heads tilt together, your breaths hitting each other.

"Just one," he whispers again, most likely trying to convince himself.

Your lips touch carefully and you set your lips on his bottom lip, biting down gently before releasing it and kissing him slowly. His arms wrap around your back and neck and he deepens the kiss. Your tounges touch seconds later and you lift your body up, moving against him even more. Joe's hands slide down to your hips and he pulls you down on him gently. You sit, straddling him fully now, and you can feel his painfully hard erection desperately trying to escape from its enclosure.

"Shit. Shit, okay. O-Okay, that was...that was one k-kiss," Joe says, pulling away and swallowing hard.

"Just one more," you say, kissing his throat.

He moans quietly and his hips buck against yours as your tounge swirls down and along his collarbones.

"One more," Joe says, a hand tangling in your hair before he pulls your lips to his again and kisses you deeply, almost frantic like.

The kiss becomes slow soon, and you savor the taste and feel of him as you moan quietly into his mouth. Joe moans in return, his hands sliding up your thighs and gripping your panties. You sit up on your knees a little, taking his hands and helping him to pull them down.

"We shouldn't," Joe says against your lips.

"It's still the same kiss," you say, your lips still touching.

Joe captures your bottom lip with his teeth and sucks on it gently while he pulls your underwear down as far as he can. Never breaking the kiss you stand up somewhat and help him remove the item completely. Straddling him again, quickly, you run your tounge along his top lip until he releases your bottom lip, and you resume the slow, deep kiss. Sliding your hands down slowly, you slip your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and lift your body, sliding his boxers down to his knees.

"Fuck," Joe says against your lips. "Stop."

"Why?" you ask, your lips resting against each other.

"I don't want this to ruin us. If this goes any further there's no turning back," Joe says, running his hands through your hair and setting them on either side of your face.

"I don't want to turn back," you tell him, your heart pounding and your body aching.

You look at each other, lips barely touching, waiting.

"Me either," Joe sighs, kissing you again.

You break the kiss seconds later, before it got too deep, and pull his shirt over his head. You tangle your finger in his hair and press your lips to his. He grips your hips tightly, pulling you down towards his throbbing self.

"Please," you say against his lips.

He nods slightly and with tremlbing fingers he pulls your aching core closer to where you desperately want it.

"Look at me," he says.

You look at him, your fingers still tight in his hair, and your jaw drops slowly as you feel him entering you carefully. You take in a deep breath as your walls mold around his size, and your head tips back once he can't go any further.

"Oh," Joe moans, barely above a whisper.

You look back at Joe and let him raise you up a little, then pull you back down on him. You both shudder and are silent, staring at each other as you move slowly. You bite your lip as you grind your hips against his, and his hands immediately grip your nightshirt, keeping your hips down.

"Just...give me a second," he pleads, his eyes screwed shut tightly.

"No," you breathe. "I want this with no holding back."

He shakes his head a little, and you rotate your hips in a small circle. He hisses, his hands helping you move up and down along his length slowly. His eyes are still shut tightly, his lips parted as you overtake him.

"Oh God," he whimpers, letting out a shaky breath.

Sweat forms on your back as you move, your fingers gripping his shoulders tightly now.

"Joe," you moan, your voice barely audible.

His head tilts back, his back arching off the couch as his hips buck against yours. You moan at the feeling and your hips move a little faster.

"Ahh," Joe groans softly, bucking his hips roughly.

The room is oddly quiet, the two of you sneaking glances at each other as you move, the quiet, almost embarrased moans become a little more frequent, and the Christmas tree lights reflecting off your damp skin. You ride him smoothly, your hips moving up and down quicker than before. You press your lips to his neck and moan quietly into his skin.

"Jesus," Joe breathes, his hands moving under your shirt and cupping your breasts.

You flinch at the contact and your lips part in delight as his thumbs brush against your nipples. You feel the ache in your core beginning to throb and you can't help but to drag your teeth along Joe's collarbones. His hips jerk against yours, and it's almost enough to send you over the edge. You grip his member tightly and you hear Joe moan lowly, his hands moving down to your hips. He moves you over his throbbing erection quickly and both your heads fall back, your moans matching.

"Oh God, I'm so close," Joe says.

You tip your head up and look at him, his skin flushed and his breathing labored. Your eyes wander down to the hard muscles of his abdomen and the hardness that is inside of you.

"Fuck, Joe," you moan loudly, hanging your head and closing your eyes as you feel yourself beginning to let go.

You feel his nails scratch your back gently as his hands move once again to your hips, pulling and pushing them to his desire, you just along for the ride. His legs widen a little and he thrusts up into you slowly as his hands move your hips. You couldn't speak now even if you wanted to. Your mind is overcome with bliss and all you can do is moan as he pushes you further and further over the edge.

"Ohh yes," Joe moans, his body shaking lightly as he thrusts.

You feel yourself beginning to explode and seconds later you hear yourself scream, your core pulsing around Joe's member. You continue to moan far longer than any time ever before, your orgasm lengthening when you feel Joe's back arch once more as he spills all he has to offer inside of you with a loud moan and a groan of your name.

The aftershocks seem to last for hours, the two of you holding each other close tightly, your hips rocking against the other's as wave after wave overcomes the two of you. After what seems like an eternity the two of you finally fall still, the room loud with your hard breathing. Slowly you open your eyes and you look at each other, your skin flushed and sensitive. Joe offers a gentle smile and you return it, kissing him gently. Joe lifts you off of him slowly and the two of you lie down on the couch, facing each other. Joe pulls the blanket up and over your bodies and lets his fingers roam over the skin of your face, neck and chest.

"Mmm," you sigh, closing your eyes in satisfaction.

"Hey," Joe says, touching your cheek.

You open your eyes and look at him with raised eyebrows.

"It's 11:58," he smiles.

"What?" you ask, confused.

"It's still Christmas Eve."

"Oh," you say, nodding.

"Do you...still want Christmas Eve to be something that you just have to get past? S-Something you're looking forward to to be gone?" he asks carefully, biting his bottom lip.

"No," you answers quickly. "No, Joe, no. This was amazing. You are amazing. I...I never want to forget this Christmas Eve."

You hear him let out a sigh of relief and he pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I don't want to forget, either."

You smile and wrap your arms around him the best that you can knowing that for now, at least, you are safe and loved on Christmas Eve.