Was being afraid enough of a reason to not go for the things she wanted? Bob/OC fluffy one-shot.
Rating: NC17/R (To Be Safe)
Warning: Sexual Innuendo, Mild Swearing.
POV: Third Person.
Summery: Was being afraid enough of a reason to not go for the things she wanted? Bob/OC fluffy one-shot.
AN: Title belongs to The White Stripes ‘Denial Twist’ off ‘Get Behind Me Satan’.
Zoë smiled as the chubbier blonde man appeared in her eye line. She watched him as he searched for her car in the line-up. His face lit up when he caught sight of her, he waved and began to weave through the small crowds of people, which Zoë assumed were coming off the same flight as Bob seeing as how it was three in the morning and the airport was pretty much empty. She smiled when he opened the door and slide into the passenger seat carelessly tossing his bag over his shoulder and into the back seat. “Hey.” He said. “Hi! So how was the…Holy shit! Is that a piercing?” Zoë asked examining the black ring that now fitted the right side of his bottom lip. “Yeah, I got it in Philly. I was bored.” He said reaching up and toying with it as Zoë pulled her car out of the airport. “Thanks for picking me up Zo.” He said. “No problem. It gets me out of the house, plus, it’s nice to see you.” She smiled, he laughed slightly. “Zoë, I was only gone two weeks.” He pointed out. “Yeah, I know but you’re my best friend and… I missed you.” He reached over and ruffled her short black hair. “I missed you too.” She smiled. “You hungry?” She asked as she turned the car onto the highway, bob thought for a second. “Yeah, I could eat.” He reached forward and began to fiddle with her stereo. “So, how was the gig?” She broke the silence a while later. “Meh, I think I did an okay job.” He shifted his weight a little. “Pft. I bet you did an amazing job. I bet if you hadn’t been there the band would have sucked and half the people would have gone home.” She ranted smiling as she pulled off the highway. Bob chuckled. “Yeah, right.” He said sarcastically. They stopped at MacDonalds on the way. Ten minutes later they pulled up to the small blue house that they shared. Bob threw his bag once again carelessly on his bed before joining Zoë who was sitting on the lime green love seat taking huge bites of her burger and watching a late showing of Annie Hall on TCM. Bob smiled as he sat down beside her. That was her favourite movie and she looked so happy watching it. About twenty minutes after they finished eating Bob looked down to see Zoë asleep on his knees. Bob smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. Soon he too was asleep.
Bob awoke in a dark bedroom. It was clean and tidy which automatically led him to believe it wasn’t his. He sat up feeling surreal and slightly dizzy. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he quickly turned to see Zoë looking up at him. “Babe, what’s wrong?” She asked stroking his arm. “Nothing.” He replied staring at her as she lay there in nothing but a tank top. She smiled leaning up and pressed her lips softly to his. He moved his hand up to her hair, weaving his fingers through each silky strand. She sighed softly as he moved his lips down to her neck tenderly, revelling in the smell of her hair. Zoë’s hand was under his shirt caressing his chest. Bob kissed her mouth more passionately this time dipping his tongue into her mouth when she moaned softly. Bob’s hand travelled to the hem on her top, brushing his fingers lightly across her stomach as he continued to kiss her. He felt Zoë’s hands grip the hem of his t-shirt and begin to pull up. They broke their kiss long enough for Zoë to pull his shirt over his head. She moved her kisses down over his neck and collar bone, nipping here and there. “Zoë.” He moaned out quietly as she moved her hand down. “I love you, Bob.” She whispered as she kissed his ear. “I love you… Mph… Too.” He panted. She slipped her hand beneath the waist band of his pyjamas. And then… He woke up.
Bob’s eyes flew open. He had the dream again. This dream wasn’t unusual for him, he had it at least twice a week and it was almost always the same. Bob wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his hoodie. He looked down to see Zoë curled up with her head on his knees still sleeping peacefully. Bob took comfort in Zoë presence, he always had. Ever since they were kids, they faced the world together. Messing with one of them meant messing with the other, and not many wanted to mess with Bob. Zoë had always had this pixie quality to her; Small, graceful, beautiful. She had huge brown eyes and small full heart shaped lips that looked so kissable. Zoë had a glow about her that made every cold moment melt. Just being in the same room as her made people feel special. Bob ran the tips of his fingers along her cheek gently. “Hmm.” She sighed. He smiled as he planted a tiny kiss on her forehead. Her hand found his and held on to it making Bob briefly wonder if she was awake. However when her breathing remained steady he sighed in relief. Bob slowly and carefully pulled Zoë on to his lap and stood up lifting her with ease. He carried her bridal style to her room which he immediately recognised from his dream. Smiling to himself he lay her down on her bed. He tucked her in gently and turned to leave. “Bob.” She mumbled softly. He turned quickly only to see that she was still asleep. Bob smiled again at the fact that she was dreaming of him. Bob couldn’t help but wonder if her dream was like his. A man could hope, right?
It was dark and silent when Zoë awoke tucked up neatly inside her bed. She could clearly remember falling asleep on the couch and she could clearly remember the dream that was eating at her insides. Bob. He was her dreams, soft and calm. He was the smoke to her fire, the air to her lungs. She had been head over heels for him since grade five when he stated that she was pretty. At ten that’s a pretty big moment. Now at twenty-one she couldn’t help but crave him. However, at the same time she felt silly. Like she was still fourteen, why on earth couldn’t she just tell him that she loved him? Was she scared? Not really. She just wondered, if he had loved her back, wouldn’t he have said something by now? Maybe he was scared. No, that was unlike him. But tonight her dream was different. She awoke alone in bed reaching over to hug him but he wasn’t there. She called and called for him but he was nowhere. It was then that she looked down a realised that she was an old lady. She was old and all alone. No love, no Bob, No one. The dream scared her as she woke up in a cold sweat. Was being scared enough of a reason to not go for the things she wanted?
Bob tossed and turned in bed. He was restless. He just couldn’t sleep. His mind was moving so quickly he couldn’t keep up. It was cold in the bedroom, which was odd for a summer night. He pulled the covers over his head and tucked the edges of the blanket under his feet and sides forming a sort of cocoon. He longed for sleep, his eyes felt heavy and his body ached. He quickly froze when he thought he heard a sound. He suddenly felt the bed give in very slightly and the covers being tugged on. He poked his head out to see Zoë trying to get under the blanket. “Zoë?” He asked and she quickly froze like she had been caught. “Hi.” She squeaked quietly. “What are you doing?” His eyebrows pulled together. “Trying to get under the covers.” She whispered. Even though Bob was still a little confused he rolled over and lifted the corner of the blanket. He was very still as she maneuverer her small body under the quilt to rest next to his. He could feel the softness of the skin on her legs against his, as she had changed into a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder and her arm across his waist. Bob hitched a breath when she snuggled even closer. Bob couldn’t help but caress her arm and bare shoulder. Zoë’s fingers traced small circles on Bob’s stomach and sighed contentedly. Bob still lay very still convinced that if he were to move she would disappear. He turned his head slightly and tilted his head forward so he could inhale the smell of her hair. Bob’s heart skipped a beat when her warm lips pressed against the colder skin of his bare chest. Bob took a shaky breath. “Zoë…” He tried to ask. “Yeah?” She replied as her lips pressed to the soft skin of his neck. “W-what are you d-doing?” He stumbled over his words. She pulled away blushing embarrassedly. “Bob, I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…” She was cut off by his lips crashing against hers passionately. He saw fireworks in his head. All the colours he knew. She kissed back immediately, her warm, soft lips caressing his. She never wanted it to stop when his hands found their way into her hair, damn the need to breathe. When she pulled back she kept her eyes closed. When she opened them his almost opalescent eyes sparkled and bore into hers. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “I am so in love with you.” His heart exploded with emotion and he smiled lying back down and pulling Zoë on top of him in the process. “I’m in love with you.” He whispered back. His lips met hers again softly and lovingly. “Zoë?” He asked. “What?” She smiled back. “Would you be with me?” He asked caressing her cheek. She kissed him deeply. “Always.”