bring me down || josh

[remy elizabeth carter]

When they'd left the library, Remy hadn't thought about where they would go. She did know that they needed to get out of the hallway pretty quickly before someone came looking for whoever had caused the disruption in the library. So she ducked into the nearest classroom, closing the door behind her. Josh would be able to get in anyway.

Feeling a big giddy, she sat down on one of the desks, swinging her feet back and forth like a child. So... what next? she asked, not bothering to look up to see if Josh was even in the room yet. The question was more for herself than anything, really. She honestly had no idea where she planned to go with this. She hadn't even "experimented" with a living being before. It was going to be terribly difficult to try anything with someone she generally couldn't touch.

Still, she knew she wanted this. She would certainly do anything she could. If only she knew how. Abruptly, the girl stood up and began pacing around the room. She did that sometimes when she was nervous. She was trying to piece things together. So... what do they have in common? she muttered, thinking out loud again. She was referring to the two times Josh had been able to touch her. She still couldn't understand what was the same in those situations. Besides the obvious fact of each of them being there.

With a huff, she collapsed on the floor, laying back on the floor and staring at the ceiling. Her hair fanned out on the floor beside her and she groaned. This was really hopeless, wasn't it? Remy really was starting to doubt whether or not they could figure out what it was that inspired Josh to actually be able to touch her. She hated to try something when she wasn't sure she could succeed.

[joshua micheal allen]

Her movements weren’t exactly expected, though they should have been, so it took him a moment to react. But as soon as the realization hit him, she was moving away from him, he followed, instinctively. Of course. Josh followed her down the hall, like a loyal dog to its master. He definitely hadn’t the slightest clue what her plan was, nor where the heck they were going. But she soon turned into a seemingly empty classroom and closed the door behind her. He simply walked through it.

Joshua could immediately tell something in her had shifted. She seemed a bit…uppity, happier. Like she just heard some fantastic news. Which, from his point of view, she did. He took a seat on the desk edge, watching her legs swing back and forth like a child, which provoked a smile from him. As she inquired what their next move would be his eyes shifted back up to meet her own. Emitting a laugh he responded, “Um, I do believe this was your plan.” Ok, so he wasn’t exactly being helpful, but something else told him she wasn’t exactly asking her. She seemed oh so lost in thought.

And when she started pacing he laughed…again, watching her movements, like floating. She was quite angelic, he reasoned. Quite. She seemed to be tackling this ‘issue’ like a detective. Sherlock Holmes. Or Detective Remy. Boy did he wish the simple efforts of pacing and mumbling to oneself could solve this problem. But he knew better. It wasn’t going to solve itself, and wasn’t going to get solved anytime soon. “You.” He responded to her question…quite seriously.

Sure Joshua had had friends, but she was the only ‘relation’ he’d felt enough for to touch. So there was one thing. He smiled, like a little boy. They needed her in order for this to work. Duh. Again, he wasn’t being so helpful. “Rem.” He laughed as she fell to the floor. He took a spot next to her, allowing one hand to fall near hers, touching it ever-so-slightly, and innocently, of course. “I’ll be all right if you’re not superwoman right now. We can…wait.” Another laugh and he glanced at her. This was a bit awkward…lying down on a classroom floor. But no one was around so…what did it matter?

[remy elizabeth carter]

The first time Remy really processed the fact that Josh had, in fact, followed her, was when he answered the question for her. He was right, of course, and the realization brought a small smile to her lips. It faded quickly, though. But I've been there so many times.... there has to be more to it than that, she said softly. Her breath caught in her throat at the gentle brush of his hand. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let her whole self focus on that small touch.

Her smile returned as he spoke. Now that's not fair. You're always perfect. You've gotta at least let me try, she said with a soft chuckle. So the first time.... I was driving you nuts, wasn't I? So do you have to be frustrated? Her brow furrowed. She wasn't much of a fan of that option. But.... were you frustrated the second time? She let out a sigh. This didn't seem to be helping much. She certainly didn't want to have to frustrated Josh every time she wanted to be touched.

I think.... Well.... what were you thinking about the first time? Of course she couldn't answer that question for him. She scooted a bit closer to him, her fingers meshing with his. Maybe that's it? It did seem to make sense. Whatever it was had to be something in him. He was the one that had to want it enough. They just had to figure out how to re-create that.

[joshua micheal allen]

“Well, yeah.” He laughed. Of course there had to be more to it than that. He’d only just made the realization of his own feelings recently, and that’s when contact started. But he’d known Remy for a couple years. There was definitely more to it. He could here her breath pause, something he’d come to know as a reaction to his touch. And though it pained him to know how well she could feel him it gave him the slightest bit of pleasure. He knew he was really there. This wasn’t a dream, she wasn’t insane.

“I’m always perfect?” He laughed looking at her, she looked so beautiful. Eyes closed and all. Joshua’s smile widened at her chuckle. “God, I hope not.” He looked up to the ceiling. Being upset with her every single time they made contact? He couldn’t fathom it. It hardly seemed fair. “I don’t think it’s that. The second time I was…you surprised me.” His smile softened a dazed and dreamy expression taking hold of his face. She had certainly caught him by surprise.

“The first time…” Maybe repeating the words would help…nope wasn’t helping. “Well…” what had he been thinking? “I was upset, of course. I just…” a sigh “ I just wanted to explain myself. Everything I said was wrong. You kept getting so mad…and then your damn hair…” Josh’s own eyes closed. Stupid hair was blocking his view…yeah that definitely was not what he wanted to be thinking about every time. “I hope that’s not it.” He turned his hand other, his palm up hers palm down, willing the warmth to spread up his arm. Of course, it didn’t work. “I honestly…I don’t know.”

[remy elizabeth carter]

She wasn't sure what she'd been hoping for. If her hair being in the way was a key factor, Remy wasn't sure they'd be repeating the situation often. With an exasperated sigh, she let her fingers move to trail along his arm. So do I have to annoy the hell out of you? Is that the trick? She figured she could arrange that. Or is it.... Is it more specific? Just what do you have to want? Thinking out loud hadn't proved to be such a wonderful help so far, but she could still try.

The girl allowed her head to turn to the side so she could see Josh as she spoke. Do we just... jump right in and see what works, then? Confused as ever, the girl moved to lay her her head against Josh's chest. She knew he didn't appreciate it when she did that. It caused her face to become half sunk into him, and she ended up cold more often than not. She certainly didn't mind the chill, though, as long as she got to be near him.

Without bothering to wait for an answer, Remy decided that she might as well give it a try. Gingerly, she reached out, her fingertips brushing along his jawline. Of course, the dipped slightly into his jaw and tingled with the cool feeling that always accompanied touching him. And this time.... when..... if it works.... don't think so much, she teased. She'd wanted so badly to kiss him last time. She wasn't sure she was patient enough to wait for him to decide the time was right.

[joshua micheal allen]

The little dot of warmth moving up his arm was enough to evoke shivers to his once living self. It seemed she kept doing things like that lately. And honestly, he wasn’t complaining. He only wished the feeling was real…all the time. “Please don’t.” He laughed wanting nothing more than to simply nudge her in the side or kiss her cheek. Something innocent, something playful. Something couples did. Could they even have been considered a couple? And then she posed that question…what did he have to want. “I’m…not entirely sure.” Joshua felt the vague tug of embarrassment. God, he hoped he didn’t have to want that.

Flinching, only slightly, as she placed her head ‘on’ his chest she considered her question. Did they just jump in. Hmm. Well they could…he’d just been so wary last time. And she just kind of jumped in on her own. Maybe it was the surprise of it all? Maybe it wasn’t so much the testing, where they both knew what was going to happen. But the pure surprise of it. Where neither or them knew what was going on, they both just…let it happen. That was certainly something they had in common. “Rem I think there’s more to it than that…” His face contorted into a look of sheer thought, eyebrows knitting together, his eyes gazing straight above to the ceiling.

Of course he felt the small bit of warmth on his jaw. And it was nice, yes, but he just had the slightest feeling that it wouldn’t work. “If.” He repeated, smiling. “And I’m just too worried…that it’ll go away…too fast.” Who could blame him? Having the smallest moment of solidity was like a gift. Heaven sent. And to take it for granted would be such a waste. Apparently it only came about every so often.

[remy elizabeth carter]

Remy let out a soft sigh as Josh admitted to thinking there was more to it than that. Of course there was. She'd realized that. She just hated that he insisted upon pointing it out. Then again, if they realized there was more to it, maybe they'd stand a better chance at figuring out just what the magic ingredient was. What were you thinking? she asked, her fingertips trailing along his chest. Her eyes closed and she strained to hear the heartbeat she knew he didn't have. For a moment, she almost missed the things she knew she wouldn't have with Josh.

A second later, she'd convinced herself that those things weren't important. She was happy with him, and she was glad. Unfortunately, the ghost's words only reminded her too well of the way their time did seem to move so quickly. She frowned. You can't think like that. It doesn't help anything. If you're worrying about how little time you have, you'll forget to use it. Her brow was furrowed and she would have given anything in that moment to have been able to hug him. She knew better than to hope for that much, though.

ooc - i'm SO sorry. i know this is like a hundred words short. i'm sick and busy. but i wanted to at least post something!

[joshua micheal allen]

“Nothing.” He laughed, shaking it off. He wasn’t being too helpful either. But he figured, ya know, if he just let her keep running her fingers over where his form should have been. God, at this point all he could do is focus on getting that warm feeling on his chest solidify. If only for a second. Wouldn’t that be…God, he was a dreamer. Here was Remy, beautiful perfect little Remy here next to him, at least trying to come up with something while he sat back and imagined what it would be like if it actually worked.

Her words brought a sudden smile to his face and, in his own way, he nodded. “You’re right.” Of course. But how could he…God, what if he tried to go at something to fast and his little scenario he’d thought up was true? That some supernatural being was simply dangling this great joy in front of him like the typical horse and carrot? And just like that…it was gone? What if…? God, enough with the what ifs.

Joshua relaxed again, closing his eyes, that warm feeling on his chest growing stronger, as well as the vague feeling of her head on…or somewhere near, his shoulder. Goodness if she only knew… “You have no idea how good that feels.” And definitely not in the perverted, creepy, ‘im-a-boy’ way. Just the feeling of warmth…after living so long without a single feeling at all. It was so comforting. The closest he really got to living.

Ooc; um…feel free to have him solidify in your post…haha d: you can only write the same action/feeling so many times. (:

[remy elizabeth carter]

Ordinarily, patience was a virtue Remy was blessed with. She knew when she should stop pushing things and she was pretty good at waiting. As of late, though, she’d been getting a little on the antsy side. Some part of her wanted the physical part of the relationship most of her friends got to indulge in. She only got glimpses of that, and she couldn’t help but be a little frustrated when she was forced to acknowledge that reality.

In addition to becoming less patient seemed to come becoming less contained. The elf let out a frustrated sigh and brought her fist down on Joshua’s chest. It’s not fair, she muttered, surprising herself by voicing her thoughts. It took her another second or so to realize that her fist had made contact with his solid form. Her eyes widened a little and she laughed nervously. Oh my god… I’m sorry… She felt the heat of a blush rising to her cheeks. It was a good thing she was such a little person. She might have actually hurt him without meaning to.

Determined to make the best of what little time she was sure they had, she allowed her hand to bury itself in Joshua’s hair before trailing her fingers down along his jaw line. We have got to figure out how this works, she mumbled, laughing a little. It was absurd, really. She wanted so badly to enjoy the time they had when they could even pretend to be normal, but it almost made things harder. Every time this happened, they’d have to analyze it. It was kind of stressful to think about, actually. Fortunately, Remy was pretty good at deciding not to think too much. At least today she was.

Suddenly remembering his hesitance the last time, she wondered if she ought to take matters into her own hands. With a nervous laugh, she let her eyes meet his before they flickered to his lips. She wasn’t going to give herself time to overthink this. She was afraid she’d talk herself out of it if she did. Quickly and only a little hesitantly, she allowed her lips to brush his. It could barely be considered a kiss, but it was certainly better than nothing.

[joshua micheal allen]

She was upset. And of that much he was vaguely aware. Apparently with dying you didn’t get some special sixth sense that helped you with the opposite sex. Which would have come in quite handy. Sure he could have spent his time listening in on girls conversations or following them about their daily activities, but Joshua was a guy who knew boundaries. So that, not matter how little it seemed, was severely out of the question. But from what he could tell, she was mirroring his thoughts exactly. Only…she displayed them in quite a different manner.

The fist that came down on his chest…well…came down on his chest. To put it quite simply. And Josh was too consumed in how much it hurt to actually think the action through. Being hit…wasn’t something he remembered too well, but being hit in the chest…it brought back a lot to remember. The bruises and scars on his chest…hurt. And for some reason the pain was more euphoric than actually painful. He enjoyed it. Heck, you would too if you hadn’t felt anything for a while.

He inhaled sharply, actually needing the breath, and flinched away. But his mind was quickly brought back to the matter at hand when something latched onto his hair, and fingers trailed down his jaw. Yes, they latched and trailed. Physically. Came in contact with his being. He was being. Living. Real. And he really couldn’t think much to her previously statement about justice, or her sudden apologies or flushed cheeks. All he could really think about was her. Being there, with him. A solid…living thing. And the urgency took hold, as well as the fear of losing this precious moment.

Joshua exhaled a laugh. True, they needed to figure it out. Not that he minded being hit…
Something crawled down his spine at the touch of lips to his own and, well, what can he say? Instinct kicked in. Both hands found their way to either side of her face, holding it but a few millimeters from his. He kept his eyes downcast, Barely open. “You hit me.” He whispered, a smile almost audible in his voice. And the fear of losing this, losing her took over. He pressed his lips to her own. So much for hesitation. But who knew how much time they’d have left.

[remy elizabeth carter]

Remy was so excited that she was nearly delirious. She giggled at the realization that she had just hit him. The idea of having just kissed him didn’t really phase her as much as the idea that she’d hit him. She felt herself blush deeply, and was about to apologize when she was cut off by his lips. Smiling into the kiss, she rolled so that she was fully on top of him. The worst that could happen was that she’d fall into him when their moment was lost, but she was certainly willing to risk that. She closed her eyes, fully indulging in the moment.

Finally, though, she figured she ought to take a moment to breath. Pulling slightly away from the boy, Remy let out a soft giggle. I’m really sorry for hitting you, she said, biting her lower lip. She wasn’t, of course, sorry that it had resulted in this. She was simply sorry that it had hurt him. She let her fingers trail back toward his hair. It was impossibly refreshing to actually be able to tangle her fingers into the boy’s hair. A slightly evil grin played on her lips as she wondered just how much time they still had and how they would make the best of it.

After a couple of seconds, she determined that they could waste a bit more of the time they had on kisses. They were still a new enough experience for the two of them. Her lips found his again, and she let out a soft sigh. As far as she was concerned, this was pretty much bliss. A moment later, her tongue grazed his lower lip. She wasn’t trying to rush things necessarily. She was more or less caught up in the moment. When you knew you only had a few minutes to fit in all of the things you might want to do, it was pretty hard to convince yourself that things could wait.

[joshua micheal allen]

This. All of this. It was too much. Much too much. All at once. It worked. It finally worked. He could barely think. Barely process what was going on. He had her, right here. She was here. So was he. Damn. He couldn’t eve think in full sentences. His mind raced. His blood pulsed in his veins. Pulsed. His blood. It pulsed. That realization alone was enough to much him loose it. But he didn’t. He clung. Clung to her. His hold on her stronger than the feelings pulling him towards the sensation of solidity. He would sacrifice a drink or a bite from an apple for her. Any day.

But the funny part was she pulled away. And the poor boy couldn’t wipe sloppy boyish grin from his face. He too could be classified as ‘giddy’. The feeling was something he thought he’d never experience again. Not necessarily being hit…but he didn’t mind that. Not one bit. But no, the feeling of being touched. Her fingers in his hair, on his scalp. Her lips on his. And after a moment her body on his. It definitely was surreal. Heck, he shouldn’t have been experiencing this. He was dead. He lost that chance years ago. He lost it. And yet. With Remy. He’d gotten the chance back again. With Remy. Remy…
Oh yeah. He refocused, eyes shifting back to her own smile. Goodness, was she apologizing? For hitting him? Damn, she could do that when he was a ghost again. No need to waste such things on solidity. “Remy…” He groaned, impatience tainting his vocals.

And, without further ado, aided by a slightly…well, sexy, grin, she relieved him of the pain of waiting once more. Her lips soft, warm, and alive on his. And he relished that thought, that feeling. She was living. And she felt so warm. It was quite fantastic. Fantastic, indeed. So fantastic in fact, that he sought to satisfy another want. His hands slid from her face and slid their way around her waist, holding her tightly. That’s right holding her. God how he’d wished for that in the days previous. The opportunity to hold her. To gauge her size, to feel like, in extreme cases, he could protect her. Like any normal guy should feel. Like they could shelter, keep from harm, practically hold said girl in the palm of their hand. Away from any and all danger. That’s all he wanted. And you can’t quite blame him for rejoicing in the fact that he…could. Of course, the kisses quickened. Probably not the smoothest of moves. But…could you blame him?

ooc;...wow, i just realized i was logged in all day.

[remy elizabeth carter]

For some reason she couldn’t quite convince herself to remember that Joshua was still a guy. She got distracted easily and didn’t seem to be nearly so impatient as he was sometimes. She blushed at the impatient sound of his voice. Right. Sorry, she replied, biting her lower lip. As their lips were brought back together, she remembered just why she should have been every bit as impatient as Josh. They didn’t get to do this often. Her mind began to wander as his hands started to move. She’d become used to the typical teenage guy and wasn’t exactly expecting Josh to simply hold her. It wasn’t something most guys would do.

As their kisses quickened, she began to wonder just what they might move on to. Really, they never knew how much time they had or how many experiences like this they would get. Her lips moved from his own to trail along his jaw and down his neck. She might as well explore his flesh while he had it. Her fingers began an exploration of their own, sliding up his sides. Can we…. she began, though her voice trailed into silence. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking permission for. She was a teenager, and that meant her hormones wanted a million things. In this moment, though, she wasn’t sure just what she was looking for.

At last, Remy’s head moved to rest on Joshua’s chest. She’d gotten them this far and, in truth, she was almost afraid of what might come next. She’d only been in such a situation once before, and she had a daughter to show for it. She’d have to let Josh make the next move. She trusted him, and she hoped he knew that. She just wasn’t sure how far she trusted herself at this point.

ooc - i am SO sorry it took me so long! and it kind of sucks...

[joshua micheal allen]

If he was being honest…he wouldn’t say he felt the slightest bit of embarrassment by wanting to keep going. Taking the opportunity to make the most of their situation…in this way of course. He enjoyed it. So why in hell would be embarrassed? He hadn’t felt a girl’s skin in…ages. Hadn’t kissed a girl in…ages. Hadn’t felt a damn thing in ages. This was what he did. This was Joshua Michael Allen. Player. In more ways than one. He liked women. And that was that. Before his death he was the ladies man at Forevermore. And he hadn’t experienced any of that for…he couldn’t remember how long. So of course he was after it the first chance he got. Except now…now he couldn’t even believe he was doing it.

Wasn’t this the Josh he hated? Wasn’t this the Josh he’d realized so soon after death was wrong all along? Didn’t he hate himself? Regret it all? Yes, he loved Remy. But they could still touch without…touching. They could still be together without touching. Couldn’t they? When she finally stopped, resting her head on his chest, the realization came to him as quickly as the brief moments of solidification. He lay there a moment, eyes wide…pulse, of all things, racing. They didn’t need this. He didn’t need this. “No…” He whispered, hoarsely.

They could just…sit there. That was fine. Right? It had to be. Doing anything else would only remind him of what he’d grown to hate so much. Already getting what he wanted wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. “Sorry…” He buried his face in her hair and held her tighter. At that moment all he wanted to do was hold her. That one thing he regretted not being able to do. To hold, to comfort. To feel her in his arms. Despite the fact that though he was solid, his skin was still frighteningly chill. Joshua sighed, already fearing the moment it all ended, “Remy, I love you.” If anything else in this world was proved false, that would remain true.

[remy elizabeth carter]

Remy knew enough about the way Josh had been as a human to know that she’d expected him to go right along with her idea. It would have made sense for any guy around here, wouldn’t it? It made sense for her, as well… They were teenagers. They were supposed to do this sort of thing. The last thing Remy expected was to be told no. She felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. No? she echoed, her voice barley a whisper.

Feeling tears begin to gather in her eyes, Remy tucked her head against his chest, trying hard to fight the tears. She felt Joshua’s grip on her tighten and she bit her lower lip. She couldn’t argue too much. He was still solid and they were still together. A sigh escaped her lips as he apologized. She nodded her head wordlessly. I love you, too, she replied softly. She did. But she couldn’t help but be disappointed that he’d stopped their previous train of actions.

Eyes closed, the elf lay curled against his chest. A chill passed through her body as she experienced the familiar feeling of sinking into his ghostly form. She’d known she had to be prepared for that at some point. He’d mentioned surprises. Maybe that was just it. She’d stopped surprising him. She didn’t really have the motivation to try and surprise him again at this point, though.

It wasn’t as if she regretted their relationship at all. For the first time she could remember, though, she really, really wanted a normal relationship. She wanted to be able to do things the way her classmates did. She wanted even to be able to hold Joshua’s hand. She was happy with what they had. Really, she was. But she figured she had a right to want what everyone else had. She’d never tell Josh that, though.

With a sigh, she rolled off of him. He wouldn’t have let her stay that way. He’d have been afraid she’d get cold. She turned onto her side so that she was facing him and offered the ghost a half smile. There were tearstains on her face that betrayed her failed effort to keep her emotions in. If she was lucky, he wouldn’t have noticed. Sorry about that, she murmured, not entirely sure what she was apologizing for.