no strings attached - j.b

pick me up

"Phoebe, do you know what time it is?" Sighing, Joe took the call and looked at his watch. A quarter past two. Why was Phoebe calling him at that hour?

"I know exactly what time it is. And I know you probably haven't slept yet anyway. What are you watching The Office?" Phoebe asked, giggling. Actually, Joe might have guessed that alcohol must be involved if she was calling him this late.

"No I didn't" outraged Joe turned off the TV and sat up in bed before sighing "What do you want Phoebe?"

"Can you pick me up?" she asked and without Joe seeing her, he knew for a fact that she was pulling a pout and probably batting her eyelashes innocently. Immediately he shook the thought of Phoebe's sight from his mind.

"What about Tris or Sam? Why are you calling me?" Joe asked, sighing. "Because I knew you were still awake. And besides, then we could still...well you know" Phoebe sort of mumbled.

Joe scoffed. "Am I suddenly more interesting than a college party?" he asked with a grin. "no, actually it's pretty cool here. We ended up at one of the sororities and well, you probably know what parties like that are like" again she giggled.

"So why do you want me to pick you up if it's so cool? Or why don't you call an Uber?" Joe asked. "That's...complicated" Phoebe sighed.

"Phoebe, if you really want me to pick you up drunk from a sorority at a quarter past two, you're going to have to tell me the whole truth" Joe clarified. Phoebe sighed again. "Can I tell you in the car? Please, you have to pick me up" she pleaded.

Joe groaned, knocking the covers off himself and fishing for his sweatpants that were lying around on the floor. "Alright, I'm on my way. Send me your location" he hung up.

"Hey" Phoebe mumbled as she got into Joe's car. Joe just nodded and drove off as soon as Phoebe shot the door. "Thanks....for picking me up" Phoebe tried to break the silence. The effects of the alcohol were slowly wearing off more and more and she noticed that Joe seemed pretty pissed.

"I just want to hear the story" Joe, his eyes fixed on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, muttered. His voice was cold, sending goosebumps down Phoebe's already cold bare legs that peeked out from under her short dress.

She shivered, which Joe saw out of the corner of his eye. Without words, he turned up the heat a little more and reached his arm back to the back seat. He grabbed one of his workout jackets that he always left in the car and handed it to Phoebe, who gratefully put it over her legs.

"So?" he then asked rather impatiently. "I...I don't know where to start. We were out as a group, everything was totally relaxed. It was really fun. We wandered around campus, checked out some events and had a little drink" Phoebe started to explain.

"Oh no, that sounds terrible. Then what happened, did you find out that the others don't have rich grandparents and you don't hang out with people like that?" Joe's voice still sounded totally emotionless, while he still didn't look at Phoebe.

"No" Phoebe grumbled, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "We finally ended up at this sorority party and we were dancing, drinking and well, maybe it was a little too much and our dancing got tighter and tighter..." she grew quieter and quieter as she told the story.

"Who is we?" Joe asked. "Luca and me" Phoebe mumbled. "And who is Luca?" the motionless face, in which there was no trace of any emotion, was beginning to really scare Phoebe. If Joe would at least show anger, disappointment, anything, it would make her feel much better.

She sighed and averted her eyes from him. "He studies with me, he's part of the group. He's the safety of the Bearcats" she explained. "And Luca and you danced together, close together?" Joe asked. Phoebe nodded.

"And I...think he misinterpreted that. He kept asking how I was getting home. Whether he should take me home. That I didn't have to take an Uber, but that he would...take me home" Phoebe stammered.

"And why didn't you let him take you home?" Joe asked. "Because I was afraid he would make a move on me and I...I don't want it to get weird after not even a week if I turn him down. So I told him I already made arrangements with someone to pick me up" Phoebe sighed.

"And you thought you'd call me in the middle of the night and have me pick you up?" Joe had by now arrived in front of Phoebe apartment complex and parked before turning to her.

"yeah, I thought..." Phoebe mumbled, but was interrupted by Joe. "You thought the best way to satisfy me was to offer me sex as a thank you for taking you home?" Joe raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"No, I just knew you were...free. Tris has to be up early tomorrow and Sam...he had family night with his sister tonight, so I didn't want to interrupt either" she explained. "And since you wanted me to cancel for you this afternoon, I thought I'd give you a call".

"You're...unbelievable" Joe just shook his head mockingly. "I'm sorry, ok? I just...don't think sometimes" Phoebe sighed "You don't say" Joe laughed out.

"Are you...still coming upstairs? I still have to go shower, you...could come with me if you want" Phoebe nervously brushed her hair behind her ears. "Shower? It's almost three in the morning, Phoebe" Joe stated.

"I know, but I have to shower, I can't go to class tomorrow like this" she tried to smile. Sighing, Joe buckled his seatbelt. "Alright, let's go take a shower" the smile on Phoebe's face grew bigger as she opened the door and got out of the car.

Once inside the apartment, they quietly slipped into Phoebe's room, not wanting to risk Tris waking up from them. But no sooner had Phoebe closed the door behind her than Joe pulled her close and placed his lips on hers.

As his tongue made its way into Phoebe's mouth, he immediately tasted the alcohol. But already during the whole ride, Phoebe's short black dress had made him so crazy that he wouldn't let anything bother him right now.

With just a flick of his wrist, he unzipped the dress and brushed it off Phoebe's body as he led her backwards into the bathroom. Her hands ran wildly over his body until they slipped under his hoodie and she stripped it off his torso together with Joe's help.

By the time they arrived at the shower, Phoebe was completely rid of her clothes, while Joe was still wearing his sweatpants and boxers. "Go ahead" He lightly pinched her butt and blew a kiss on her neck.

Phoebe giggled as she ran into the shower with her butt wiggling. Joe greedily ripped off his sweatpants and boxers and followed her. A dirty grin was on Phoebe's lips as Joe walked over to her, grabbed her by the back of the neck and placed his lips back on hers.

Slowly, Joe turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Phoebe squealed as the cold water hit her body and immediately jumped back. "What are you doing?" she asked indignantly, immediately turning the water warmer.

Joe shrugged his shoulders. "I was just trying to get you a little more sane. When I fuck you later, I don't want the alcohol to cloud your mind" he explained. "And you're going to do that by making me a block of ice in the shower?" Phoebe pulled a pout and crossed her arms in front of her bare chest.

"Did it help?" Joe looked at her questioningly. "Yeah," Phoebe mumbled. Joe shook his head and pulled her to him again, under the pleasantly warm water this time. "see. So don't complain" he said, putting his lips to Phoebe's before she could say anything back.

I have a really hard time writing chapters for the last few days,  I dont know why, Im just not able to put words down like I used to, so there may be some days where i dont post, hope you'll understand that!!

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