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He laughed again, "And what exactly would you like me to do, Potter? Whip it out for you? I somehow don't see this story ending in a way that doesn't get me smacked."

"You said sit in your lap?" she offered quietly. "Or you could admit that you're fucking with me and there's nothing remotely attractive about me."

Pacey closed his eyes for a moment before tossing the pillow to the side and reaching out for her hand and gently pulling her towards him. He was surprised to find that she willingly allowed him to pull her onto him, placing her knees on either side of him as she settled in his lap.

"I don't feel anything," she said with audible disappointment.

He reached his hands to her hips. "Slide forward," he said, his voice husky. She slowly slid her pelvis a bit more forward, her eyes opening in surprise.

"Oh," she said, as she felt him hard against her. "This is really because of me?"

"I can't help but feel like this is a trap and you are going to sock me at any point. But since we're being honest tonight, yes, this is because of you. You are a freaking goddess, and you are sitting in my lap in next to nothing. And obviously I lied earlier, yes I was looking at your boobs…it took all my willpower to stop looking. That's why I jerked off in your bathroom, so you wouldn't know how much it had affected me." He slowly rubbed the sides of her leg. "I"m sorry I never thought about how what I was saying made you feel. I knew I'd hurt your feelings tonight… I just didn't know how to make it right."

She nodded her head. "For the record, I'm pretty sure most girls would rather hear that they are attractive than be made to feel like they are disgusting."

He smiled, his hands still on her legs. "Got it. Now um… unless you enjoy slowly torturing me, I suggest you return to your seat."

She slowly relaxed her body into him. "But you know I enjoy torturing you."

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice strangled.

She pressed her pelvis against him. "I'm not sure," she said softly, biting her lip.

"I suggest you get off, unless you want me to do something we are both going to regret," he said tightly, his eyes inscrutable.

She met his eyes defiantly. "Like what?"

"Aw hell," he muttered. "Something like this." He placed his hand behind her head and pulled her towards him, hungrily kissing her. Fully anticipating the slap he tried to reel himself back only to find that she was definitely kissing him back with the same vigor.

He put his hands solidly on her shoulders and pulled away. "Are you drunk?"

She let out a small laugh. "If you are asking if my judgement is compromised, it's a distinct possibility, since all I want to do is keep kissing you. But no, I'm not drunk, Pacey. Maybe just a little braver than usual. Is this not good? Do… do you want me to get off?" She bit her lip as a moment of doubt crossed her face.

Pacey grinned. "Potter, I would love nothing more than to get you off right now." He paused making sure she caught his double entendre; when he saw her roll her eyes he continued. "This is beyond good. I just need to make sure you won't hate me in the morning. I want to make sure you know what you're doing. And that you know you're doing it with me."

She leaned forward and kissed him, the alcohol fueling her forwardness. She placed her hands on his shoulders, slowly allowing herself to caress his arms. She found her pelvis moving against him as if it had a mind of its own. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she mumbled.

"Joey," Pacey said, pulling away again, his voice thick. "What's going on here?"

She slowly reached around to the back of the bra, unhooking it and sliding it off. "I'm not ready to answer that question yet."

Pacey blew out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he stared up at the ceiling. "Holy hell, woman, are you trying to kill me? I need rules. Quickly."

"Rules?" she asked in confusion.

"Potter, you are sitting in practically nothing on me. Can I look? Can I touch? Are you going to slap me any minute and call me a pervert? I don't know what's going on here."

She bit her lip nervously. "Your rules are nothing else comes off."

"I'm going to look," Pacey whispered. He swallowed loudly as he allowed his eyes to slowly scan her naked torso. "You are beautiful. Utterly beautiful."

Just the feeling of Pacey's eyes on her breasts caused her entire body to tingle. She didn't know just a look could feel so intimate. So hot. She tucked away her doubt that there was no way he really meant that and leaned forward and kissed him.

Pacey hesitantly raised his hand to gently cup her breast. He waited for her to shove his hand away, but instead she let out a small moan. Her eyes opened in surprise, embarrassed about her moan.

He smiled reassuringly at her. "You can trust me," he said softly. She nodded and returned her mouth to his, another soft moan emitting from her mouth as he returned his hand to her breast. Pacey took his other hand and moved it to her butt, encouraging her gentle rocking against him. She followed his guidance, her pelvis rhythmically rocking against his. Pacey moved his lips from her mouth, to her neck, slowly trailing his way down to her breasts. She let out a loud gasp as he took her nipple in his mouth, gently sucking. Sensing she was close to an orgasm, he continued encouraging her hips rocking against his until she let out a loud moan and shuttered against him. Pacey heard himself grunt as he came against her.

Her hips slowly stilled and she pressed her forehead against his. For a moment neither of them moved.

"Hey Potter," he said breaking the silence. "You ever had an orgasm?"

She let out a relieved laugh as she climbed off of him. "Pretty sure you now have the answer to that… you?"

Pacey cleared his throat. "It's a distinct possibility. I"m just going to go to the bathroom and clean up."

"Right," Joey said shyly, suddenly feeling very awkward around him. Pacey stood up and grabbed his sweatpants and disappeared into the bathroom. Leaving Joey sitting alone, with her thoughts. Lots and lots of thoughts.