"Kiss me, Bobbie," Joanne breathed in the younger man's ear. Leaning her head against the wall, she closed her eyes and spread her plump lips in anticipation.

"Joanne, your married. To my friend! I can't do that to Larry," Bobby argued, frozen in place.

"I can," she told him bluntly, grabbing his shirt in fistfuls to pull him closer.

"Joanne..." he whispered on her lips, fighting a losing battle against the thing he wanted most.

"It's your choice Bobby. I won't kiss you. But I'll sure as hell let you kiss me..." The way his name slid out of her full lips, with such crisp diction, made his body ache. God she drove a hard bargain. She expelled a hot breath onto Bobby's lips, filling his mouth with anticipation; with want for her.

He could faintly taste something there, something indescribable. Something he wanted more of. Bobby crashed his lips against hers so quickly and with such force it made her gasp into his mouth. He had to move fast though, had to experience being with the woman of his dreams once before his better judgement stopped him.

Taking control, as always, Joanne flipped them, pushing Bobby into the wall and using her smooth tongue to explore his mouth fully. Reaching behind him, she grabbed handfuls of his rear, massaging roughly. Groaning into her mouth, Bobby wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling them closer to each other.

Robert pulled away from her hot mouth to kiss and nibble at her jaw. "Oh, Bobby!" she whimpered dramatically, trying her best to look the part of a cocky sex goddess, "Where'd you learn that baby?" He began running his hands up and down her sides, as he sucked her earlobe between his teeth.

Joanne gave him another laugh of a moan, suddenly thankful she had foregone earrings. Bobby flipped their positions again, pushing her against the wall to explore her smooth tan neck with his lips. She cupped both of his cheeks, pulling his mouth back to hers. Kissing him earnestly, she paused only to bite into his bottom lip lightly, pulling it back between her teeth as they broke apart.

She smiled up at him, let all of her sexy confidence shine through. "Well, that was fun," she told him matter-of-factly, shoving her way around him to check her lipstick in the full-length mirror sitting in the corner of her bedroom.

Bobby stared at her, amazed by the wall she built around her emotions. Determined to break it, he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, picking up where he left all with teasing nips and long strokes of his tongue. She continued to right herself in the mirror, completely unaffected by the attractive leach she had acquired.

Forcing her to respond, Bobby pulled her hands from where they were untangling a piece of jewelry and wrapped them beneath his own on her waist.

"Alright, kiddo. That's enough," she said with a smirk, untangling herself to place a quick peck to his lips before heading for the door. "Enjoy the party Bobby!" she told him, slipping back into hostess mode and picking up her glass where she had left it on the dresser.

"Wait!" he scolded as she went for the knob, "So this meant nothing to you?"

Joanne turned around to see the hurt in his face, "Oh, kid. It did mean something. Just not what you want it to mean...right now. No matter how bad of a decision it is, I love my husband. Maybe when Larry and I are through..." she said, looking genuinely hopeful.

"How can you say that about someone you love?" he demanded. This is exactly why he wasn't married.

"Because I just can, Bobby!" she yelled at him, letting the fa?ade drop, "I just- enjoy the party kid..."

She was gone. He looked around the room that she shared with Larry. It was completely black and white with the occasional lavender accent. Joanne was written all over it. Crossing the room, he flipped on the light in the short hallway that led to the bathroom and closet space. Both the master closets were filled with her black flowy clothes, an entire wall of one dedicated to her shoes alone. In the corner sat a small chest which he assumed Joanne had "generously" awarded Larry to keep his things in. The bathroom was the same; her hair products occupying both vanities.

Flipping the lights back off, Bobby went to retrieve his drink from where he had set it when Joanne first corralled him into her room. Picking it up to take a swig, he noticed the red lip prints glistening on the crystal. He smiled, wondering if she had taken his drink on purpose. He took a long swig anyway. Turning to look at the story of Joanne told through trow pillows and sleek furniture again, he opened the door and set off to find her.


Author's Note:

Since no one really reads "Company" fanfic this will probably stay a one-shot. However, with the concert version now on DVD and in theaters maybe this will be read! If I see a lot of readers on the Traffic Stats or I get some reviews I can make this into a multi-chapter story. Please review! It means the world to me.