a/n: Thank you guys for reading :) this story is kind of dragging... i can't think of new chapters at the moment. I kinda made this story ages ago and i can't remeber what i had planned for it. So im making a new story called Joey Tribbiani imagines. I write imagines very quickly then a story with chapters, so thats what im going to do. :)
This story will keep going, but if the imagines are better then this story i'll just leave this on hold for a while until i keep thinking of new chapters. Thank you guys!. Enjoy the new chapter!.
And oh, the imagines will have smut ;)
“What are you doing?” Joey asked.
I turned around and gave him a long stare. He was just standing there, his hair a dark mess.
“Well hello to you too!” I said.
“Are… You okay?” he asked, a slight smile in the corner of his mouth.
“What?” I giggled.
He took a few steps in my direction and his hand gently caught mine. “Katie, are you drunk?” he spoke softly; a slight hint of surprise that his never actually seen me this drunk before showed in his voice. “Shhhhh…..Don’t yell; she’s going to hear you!” “Who’s going to hear me? Where’s Chandler?”. I burst out laughing, and the ‘what did I say’ expression on his face didn’t help. “Could you….. You have to… repeat that please….. Please, go one question at a time so I process!” I giggled. The corner of Joey’s eyes wrinkled sightly as he tried not to laugh at my stupidness. “Okay… Who’s going to hear us?”. “I don’t know... Your girlfriend?” I whispered “You don’t have to worry about her hearing us; she’s not in the apartment anymore, you can talk as loud as you want”. “Wait… are you okay?” I mumbled, trying to be serious. “Yeah” he smiled “Do you want to talk about it?” “It’s just, a stupid fight. We were watching a movie, and she wanted to do something else. I asked her if we could wait until the movie was over, and she called me boring. And I accidently said ‘Come on Katie’ instead of her name…” he murmured. “I told her it was an accident but she just took off.”
“I’m sorry…” I took his hand, trying to offer him as much comfort as I possibly could. “Don’t be” he said softly and watched as I laced my fingers with his. His thumb rubbed soft, circles onto the back of my hand. “So why are you a bit tipsy?” he questioned “I uhmm… just was upset.” “About?” “You.” I blurred.
Joey look at me confused and worried. “What..?” he asked quietly.
“Do know how hard it is to see you with her? To try and stay away from you because of it” I said gently. Joey stayed silent for the longest time; which was making my heart break. I didn’t want to wreak our friendship over feelings I had felt, but I couldn’t hide it anymore. More specially, I couldn’t hide it in my drunken state.
“Joey...” I spoke; starting to feel sick to stomach as I let go of his hand. Joey snapped out of his shocked state and looked at me.
“Why are you upset about this?” he asked and put his hand on my cheek caressing gently. “I’m not mad.” He said softly “We can talk about it in the morning when you’re sober, okay? But for now you need some water.” He started walking towards the fridge when the radio I had playing suddenly caught my attention. I immediately ran over and turned up the volume. “This song, remember this song? Our song- God, I love this song!” I said, looking over at him.
“Of course I remember this song, how could I not? It was our first dance together,” he spoke.
“Let’s do it again!”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea when you’re a bit too…” he started, but I interrupted him.
“Settle down with me, cuddle me up, cuddle me in!” I started singing, slowly moving towards him.
He let out a chuckle at how drunk I was as I grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to me. He wrapped his arms softly around me, I could feel the palm of his hand on my back, gently going up and down in a slow movement. I lean into his warm embrace, enjoying this moment of his arms wrapped around me, just in case I wouldn’t get it again.
“You’re an amazing dancer, you know that right?” I asked.
Joey looked down at me, “So I’ve been told” he smiles warmly.
He put both hands around my waist and I felt my feet leave the ground. He twirled me around for a few sounds, I giggled in a spinning mode, I wasn’t sure if I was spinning or it was the room spinning, but I held onto him so I wouldn’t fall.
“Monica taught me that, did you like it?” he smirked
“Yes, Can we go again?” I spoke, as if I was a kid begging for another ride on his favourite roller-coaster. “But we have to wait for the room to stop spinning!”
He laughed and held me closer, so close. My right leg fit perfectly between his, my head was on his chest, and my hands were on his shoulders, slowly slipping underneath his shirt. I just loved the feeling of his cool skin underneath my palms.
“This feels so good” I mumbled against his chest.
I felt his soft lips kiss my hair, I can’t help but to sink in. My palms were exploring his soft skin on his back, gently sliding lower and lower. I realised what I was doing and stopped. I took my hands from his neck and let go.
“What are you doing?” he asked, clearly surprised, again.
“I... Ah ... You have… This is wrong.”
“It’s okay… its okay” he spoke gently “I know. That just felt really right to me.”
“Do you want me to help you to bed?”. I nod pathetically. I can’t believe I just touched him when his still with her, it just felt so right, so comforting. In an instant, he scooped me up in to his arms. He pressed me tightly against his chest, I tuck my head underneath his chin.
He lays me down on the bed gently as the bed sinks down beneath me. “There you go.” He murmurs, “Wait…Don’t leave me, please.” My voice trembles. I don’t know if this is the alcohol talking, but I don’t want to be left on my own without him by my side.
“Never.” He leaves the tiniest of kisses on my forehead. “I’m going to help you out of these clothes, okay?”
I nod. Slowly, my jeans and t-shirt are removed. The chilly air gives me Goosebumps, but it feels nice. Softly, he passes his fingertips down my back and unclasps my bra. Joey makes a point of not looking at my chest, just my face. Which made me fall for him even more, his such a gentleman around me. “Where’s a shirt for you to wear to bed?” he asks, still focusing on my face. “I lost it” “You lost your shirt?” he chuckles. “I….think it’s in there” I point through the air at my dresser.
“Okay…” he laughs, “Put this around you until I can find it” he covers me with a thin sheet before he walks over to my dresser. I watch as he bent over my dresser, searching for a shirt. I couldn’t help but to wolf-whistle. Joey laughed and look over his shoulder towards me, “You like that huh?” he smirked. The thing was that, I could so easily get used to seeing his butt walk down towards the bathroom to grab a clean pair of pants after a night of intense sex. “I couldn’t find any shirts, and I couldn’t be bothered searching through your room for just one t-shirt.” “You can just wear mine” he teases. Joey pulls off his shirt over his head, and I so badly just want to trail my fingers slowly down his chest. Dam him, why does he have to tease me. “What... uh… shirt are you going to wear?” I trembled “I found the jumper I gave you a while ago, I’ll wear that”. “It’s too hot to wear a jumper...” I hinted, hoping he’d just stay shirtless “I’m just wearing it across the hall, I won’t be wearing it for long”
Joey is absolutely stunning without his shirt, and I’m completely disappointed when he retrieves his jumper and slips it on, after rolling up the sleeves. Only seconds later, he helps me into his soft t-shirt.
He sat down on the bed; his weight caused the bed to drop on his side and body slid lightly towards him, just like the night we had spent on the couch together. Joey took both of my hands in both of his, “I should go, and let you get some sleep” he murmured. I looked up at him to find him watching me with a soft expression. We both looked down at our hands and he squeezed mine gently.
“Kiss me” I demanded.
Joey looked at me with a smile on the corner of his mouth. God, I adored that smile of his, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself I didn’t, I did – And I couldn’t deny it anymore, I loved everything about him. Every little gesture was what made him Joey. I just, don’t know if he feels the way I feel.
“Please” I added in a whisper. One of his hands reached up slowly and carefully brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered on my cheek softly.
“Wait” I breathed “Don’t kiss me, not until you sort everything out.” I think I was starting to sober up more. “I wasn’t going to” he spoke “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to”
His still inches from my face, with his hand still softly cupping my cheek. “I think I’d like to remember our first kiss” I smiled; earning a chuckle from Joey.
“Come on, I’ll help you to bed.” We scoot backward to the bed towards the headboard. Joey kicks off his shoes, slides off his jumper and slowly lays down on the bed and curls his body close to mine, wrapping an arm and a leg over me and covering us both with the thin sheet.
“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t realise...” Joey whispers, getting up off the bed
“No, Stay with me.” I spoke grabbing his wrist. “Until I fall asleep..”
He bit his lip, as if he wanted to say something, but instead wrapped his arms back around me. I looped a leg over his, and he rested his chin on top of my head as I snuggle in close to his chest.
I felt his lips press against the top of my head as his hand was tracing gentle patterns onto my back. I ran my fingertips slowly across his upper arm, both of us settling into each other sleepily.
Joey yawned quietly. And no more than a minute later, I heard his breathing turn slow and he began snoring lightly, a sound that had become my lullaby.
“I love you, Joey.” I whispered against his chest.