L is for Lust (Joe Hart FanFic)

Part 14 - Surprise Surprise

L is for Lust

Part 14 - Surprise Surprise

It had been several months since Joe and I had began our agreement. Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. you name it, we were that. It was the end of May and the football season had ended, although pre-season training was approaching although this meant no football, no schedule, no rules. We were free to do as we wished. Bliss.
We had managed to keep our arrangement a secret. Well apart from the likes of Izzy, Lucy and Rose ...and potentially the selected few that Joe had told, if he'd told anyone of course.
*Yours this weekend?* Joe messaged me as I was about to sit down for a Chinese with Izzy.
*Sure thing* as I threw my phone from the table onto the arm chair that was about 5ft away from where I was sitting.
"I still can't believe this thing is still on" Izzy spoke as she shoved her mouth full of egg fried rice.
"Whys that? It's just sex. Nothing else. Pure physical contact. In and out, in and out..." I replied submerging my prawn cracker in sweet n' sour sauce.
"I'm trying to eat here if you can't clearly see" Izzy waffled through the food in her mouth with a discussed look on her face.
"Why?" I questioned in regret.
"I mean...its you Zar! You're the girl who wanted to be the Carrie Bradshaw. The care free girl with the massive wardrobe and a shoe collection bigger than my ego!... I guess what I'm saying is...what if you change your mind. What if you want the fairytale after all? I don't think Joe...."
"Joe hasn't changed my mind. I'm still the Carrie Bradshaw at heart. She had fun! I'm having fun. It won't lead to anything...if it had don't you reckon it would of happened by now?" I rivalled to her.
"I guess so..." Izzy replied. As she did the conversation about my sexual life died out as the conversation changed.

The next evening I found myself sitting on the sofa watching TV with a glass of wine waiting for Joe to show up round mine. Naturally Izzy had disappeared for the evening doing God knows what, with God knows who and quite frankly the less I knew about the matter, the better it was for everyone. It was about half 8 before I got a text from Joe, *Be there in half an hour, what we having for Tea then?* such a northerner I thought to myself. *1 it's dinner not tea and 2 I was thinking Mexican?*. After 10 minutes of waiting there was no reply which meant tonight, Joe was putting up with my cooking. Half way through preparing the meal, the flat buzzer went. It was Joe, I pressed the main door buzzer with my elbow and made my way to wash my hands to put the door on latch. As soon as the door was on latch, I made my way back to marinating the chicken with the sachet from the 'Old El Passo' kit I bought from Sainsbury's earlier today. As I stuck my hands into the chicken I felt 2 hands wrap around my torso and spin my body around. Before I knew it a pair of lips had planted themselves onto mine for a passionate embrace.
"Hi." I spoke as our lips parted for a split second.
"Hi" He said as he made his way for my neck. "...And where are your hands?" He added as he breathed into the small of my neck. 
"In the chicken" I said as I turned around to face Joe and wiggled my fingers in front of his face. "...Nice" he said as he backed away and grabbed a bottle of water from the Fridge.

He made his way over the the sofa and collapsed onto the sofa. He has made himself way to comfortable here. Was I complaining. No i wasn't. Hmm...Strange. Before my mind could begin to wonder to why this was, Joe began to speak. 

"So, you know how the seasons almost over?" He said not moving a muscle in his body "I was thinking about going away for a bit, you know - just have some fun and let me hair down"

"Well why don't you then?" I replied while beginning to cook off the fajitas.

"See that's the thing - I am." He said in a flat tone.

"Well then..whats the problem with that?" I replied, more focused on cooking than on Joe. 

Joe slowly began to get up off the sofa, and walked up to the kitchen counter. He placed his bottle of water onto the counter. As I looked over at him, he spoke.