One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi...
Joey counted off the seconds, walking down the stairs of the house, the smell of eggs and bacon filling her nostrils as the aroma wafted thru the air. Taking the empty seat next to Pacey, she gave her mother a small smile as Lily set a plate in front of her, breakfast already on it.
"Any more dreams about me?" She heard Pacey's voice whisper in her ear and she instantly blushed.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, just the fact that you were moaning my name and writhing about in your sleep." He paused thoughtfully. "And that you just basically admitted that you'd had a sex dream about me." She turned to face him and he kissed her. "Eat your eggs, sweetheart."
Pacey looked at Mike as he sat next to him on the steps of the porch, sipping a beer.
"Whoa Mike. You're drinking at noon?"
"Its happy hour somewhere." Pacey smiled wryly, looking out at the vast yard. "So, Joey was pretty loud last night." Pacey laughed loudly, unable to contain himself.
"That, my friend, wasn't from me. That was from her dream about me."
"You're that good that you even get her off in her dreams? I'm proud of you man. I'm really, truly proud." Mike took another swig of his beer. "So, you and Jo, are you serious?"
"Serious about what?"
"Each other, dumb ass..." Pacey shrugged. "You're not but you came to the wedding with her?"
"She asked." Mike nodded.
"You need to get your copy of The Potter Women Handbook. Simple gestures are never just simple gestures, especially with Jo. Things are rarely ever spontaneous with her. They're always calculated and planned out, nearly cold." Pacey felt himself tense at Mike's words.
"What's with everyone and her?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, the second she's not around everyone starts talking shit about her. Really, Mike, the thing that completely throws me is that you guys are family... well, you're almost family, and where I come from, you don't talk shit about your family. And if you do, you definitely don't do it behind their back." He glanced over at Mike to see him
"She's just... different, I guess. A whole other set of morals and priorities."
"There are reasons for that." Pacey was doing his best not to grind his teeth and clench his fists. He had assumed when she had mentioned being the black sheep of the family it had been an exaggeration. As things were turning out, she wasn't that far off base. He still couldn't pinpoint why, but all of the backhanded comments about her were raking over his last nerve. They had no idea who he really was, or that they weren't in a serious committed relationship, yet they had no qualms about bad-mouthing her to him.
"I'm sure there are reasons. Rationalization is her specialty."
"Do me a favor? Just... lighten up on her this week. Every comment you make in the house, she hears. The air ducts are old, man."
Joey walked into the house with Celeste, practically dragging the shopping bags in with her.
"What did you do, buy out the entire town?" Mike asked, laughing as he looked away from the football game on the television.
"Shopping is an art which you, Mr. K-Mart, obviously aren't in tune with."
"What did she just say?" Mike asked, looking at Pacey as the girls made their way upstairs.
"She called you a cheapskate," Pacey said, walking upstairs.
"She what?!" Pacey laughed at his response and went into the bedroom looking at the bags on the bed. Humming to himself he started going through them. Dresses, dresses, dresses. They all matched. Bridesmaid dresses, he guessed. Then he saw that pink bags, with the logo every man knew. Victoria's Secret. He pulled out the first item, a smile spreading over his face.
"What the hell are you doing?" He turned around, the lacy thong in his hand. "Pacey, why are you snooping?" Joey asked, moving towards him purposefully. Taking in his mischievous smile, she raised her eyebrows.
"Waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"Because I want you to model for me," He said, lowering his voice. "And I want you to model this." He said, holding up the flimsy material and moving towards her, closing the space between them. "Or, I could just use this and whatever other scraps of fabric you bought to tie you up and recreate that dream from last night." He smiled down at her as her eyes darkened ever so slightly with lust.
"You're insane."
"Maybe. But you're horny." She licked her lips.
"I am not."
"Sure you aren't," he said, his hand running over the curve of her ass and pulling her body flush against his. "That's why your heart is beating a mile a minute... and you're nearly gasping for breath... and why you have goose bumps all over your body simply from me breathing in your ear." He licked his lips and kissed her neck. "Jo, I bet you're dripping right now, aren't you?"
"You're an evil, evil man." He laughed and kissed her lips, pulling her back towards the bed. Joey looked at him as he sat down, pulling her forward to straddle him. She kissed him and he slipped his hands under her shirt.
"Joey, can I-" Celeste stopped mid sentence and broke into laughter. "Oh my God, I'm sorry," Celeste said, covering her eyes with her hands. Pacey groaned as Joey pulled back, grabbing the dresses and walking out. "Sorry, Pacey."
"I hate you right now."
This was insane. Absolutely, positively, without a doubt, insane. Joey grabbed onto the sleeve of Pacey's jacket as her feet slid on the slick ice.
"You have no balance," he said, concentrating on keeping his own balance as her grip pulled him back slightly.
"Will you please tell me what we're doing out here?"
"Nope." He heard her mutter curses at him under her breath and pulled her off the ice to look at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Could it be because I finally have you alone?"
"You obviously don't know Capeside." He kissed her, Joey's body instantly warming at his touch. She looked at him and grabbed his hand, leading him through the snow towards the shed. As soon as the door was shut and locked, she found herself against the workbench, his lips on hers. She inhaled the cold air as his lips left hers. Opening her eyes to look at him, she saw the smile on his face. "What now?"
"Its really freaking cold."
"You're cold? I'm in a skirt."
"That you are," he said, lifting her up and sitting her on the workbench. "Want me to keep you warm?"
"That would be nice of you." He kissed her, unzipping her coat and pulling her even closer to him. Joey bit her lip as he moved his expert mouth to her neck, back to the spot he'd started on before, and his hands moved up her thighs, under her skirt. He looked at her as his hands slipped under the waist of her panties and she lifted herself up, letting him slide them off. His laugh filled the shed as soon as he saw the material in his hands. The thong from before.
"I thought you were going to model them for me?"
"Not out here I'm not," She said, pulling him forward again. "Stop stalling."
"Yes ma'am," he said, pulling her to the edge of the table. He kissed her and she was so engulfed in the kiss that she didn't even realize his pants had dropped. That is, until she felt the fingers moving out of her replaced with something else. She moaned and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, his cock thrusting into her. The air around them was thick, permeated with their heavy breathing and the heady smell of sex. Joey's fingers dug into the fabric of his coat, her head tossed back as she moaned in ecstasy. His grip on her waist loosened and she gently kissed his lips. "Better?"
"Much." He kissed her a while longer, his fingers tangling in, pulling on her hair.
"Mm. Okay, my ass is frosted." She laughed.
"Pull up your pants then." No sooner were they decent than the door flew open.
"Jo! I was looking everywhere for you!" Bessie said, shivering from the cold. "What are you doing out here?"
"Well I was trying to get some time alone with her where no one would barge in," Pacey said, pulling Joey back against him. "But it seems impossible."
"Well alone time's over. Joey, you're needed in the house."
"Two minutes."
"Fine, but if I hear moaning, I'm going to kill you." Joey watched her leave and turned around, looking at him.
"I swear to God I locked that door," he said, reading her mind. "I swear." She kissed him.
"I've got to go," she said, moving away. He quickly pulled her back.
"I still have a minute and fifteen seconds." He kissed her and Joey pushed him back against the wall. "I think you have way too much repressed sexual energy." Joey stopped kissing his neck and looked at him.
"Are you saying..."
"That you're addicted to me," he said, matter-of-factly.
"Bullshit."
"Is it?" Joey stepped back, straightening her clothes.
"Yes. I can resist you." He moved towards her and Bessie called out her name. "Bye now." She turned and walked out, leaving him standing there with a semi.
Two could play this wicked game of hers.
Whoever thought up these games was utterly demented. Joey took a handful of chips and leaned back on the couch. A bridal veil made of toilet paper. They hadn't even hired a stripper. What kind of bachelorette party was it without a stripper? A lame one, that's what.
And now they were sitting around the TV, watching wedding themed movies, Celeste in her toilet paper veil. The fun. The joy. The excitement.
It was freezing outside and her coat wasn't doing much to shield her from Jack Frost, but she really didn't care. She had to get out of that house. Joey sat on the swing, sipping the rum and coke. Cold and cold really didn't mix, but the alcohol was warming her up... slightly.
She turned her head towards the laughter as it echoed through the still air. Joey took another sip of her drink and her eyes scanned the group of males as they rounded the corner of the house.
"Oh look, drunkards."
"Oh look, jealous," Pacey retorted. She laughed as a snowball hit him upside the head. "Oh that's funny?" He said, walking towards her.
"I think it is." He took her drink from her and pulled her to her feet.
"You do?" He said, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Pacey, don't even think about it." Joey shrieked as he carried her over his shoulder off the porch and dropped her in the snow. Joey threw a handful of snow at him. "Bastard." Joey looked at him and smiled, hooking her feet around his ankles. He tried to step back, but she jerked his foot out from under him and he fell onto his back.
"Shit." He crawled over to her and kissed her. Grabbing him by the belt loops of his jeans, she pulled him on top of her. Pacey smiled as she unbuttoned them and pushed down the zipper. "I told you that you couldn't resist me." She looked at him.
"You think so, huh?" He nodded and kissed her neck, so intent on getting her past the point of stopping this that he didn't notice her hand full of snow. That is, he didn't notice it until she'd stuffed it down his pants.
"Damn it!"
"What? I thought you could use a cold shower, babe. Or at least a version of it..." As soon as he'd gotten most of the snow out and made himself somewhat presentable, he grinned at her deviously.
"Oh, this is war, babe..."
He sighed as the hot water showered down on him, slowly warming his body. He couldn't believe she'd whitewashed his... he groaned, realizing something. It wasn't her that couldn't resist him. It was vice versa. But that could be fixed. He knew how to seduce a woman. She was just a woman. And his little friend needed attention. Josephine Potter was going down. He couldn't help but smile at the innuendo of that thought. Hopefully she'd go down.
Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door, walking into the bedroom. Still smiling from his thoughts, his smile widened as he saw her staring blankly out the window, her back to him. He shut the door and walked over, pulling her against him from behind. She smiled as he began kissing on her neck.
"Something's occurred to me."
"What's that?" he asked, immediately returning to kissing her.
"That I'm not the one with resistance problems. You are."
"You think I can't resist you," he stated as though it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. She turned around and looked at him, trying not to laugh. The towel had turned into a pup tent. "I can resist you. Just call me La Resistance."
"Is that right?" She said, moving forward and he moved back.
"That's right." How the hell did this get reversed so fast? He thought, backing away for every advance she made. She smiled as his knees hit the edge of the bed, knocking him onto his back. She straddled his legs, running her hands up his chest. Moving her body forward, she kissed him, putting everything she could muster into the kiss. Pacey couldn't resist touching her. He knew he was losing this battle, but something told him he was about to gain something from this loss. He slipped his hands under her shirt, sliding them up her back and unhooking her bra. "You win," he whispered, cupping her breasts as she kissed him.
"So much for you resisting."
"Hey!" At the sound of Mike's voice, Pacey shot up, knocking Joey off of him onto the floor.
"Ow!"
"Fuck! Mike, what the hell..." Mike laughed.
"If I don't get any, you don't get any."
"I'm not the one getting married." Joey sat up, holding her knee.
"I'm going to kick your ass, Mike," she muttered, sending him a look that could make Lucifer sweat. He backed away instinctively.
"Fine. I'll go. But if the floorboards start creaking, I'm interrupting you again." He shut the door and Joey tried to stand up, falling back onto the bed as soon as she'd put weight on her knee. Pacey sat up, looking at her.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You're fine," he said, studying her face.
"That's what I said."
"Jo... fine. Then walk." She looked at him. "What?" Joey shook her head and stood up, all her weight on her good leg. She raised her eyebrows. "Walk."
"This is stupid," she said, sitting down and he knelt in front of her. He looked at her knee, which was already bruising. He gently kissed her knee. Joey let out a breath she'd been holding. He raised himself up, kissing her lips.
"Want me to make it feel better?" Joey nodded numbly in response caught off guard by the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. "You do?" She nodded again. Joey groaned as he got up, winking at her as she walked out, the throbbing in her knee returning.
