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Pacey anxiously looked around for Joey as he exited the smoky basement. It was pouring out and he had to squint his eyes to see anything.
"Jo?" he asked, gazing around blurry eyed. Her retreating form suddenly caught his attention, and he jogging up to her. "What do you think you're doing?"
She turned angrily to face him. "Going back to my dorm room. Go back and play with Amber, I don't need you to take care of me."
Pacey moaned. "You know as well as I do, that it's not safe for you to be wandering around campus drunk."
"Hey baby," a passing guy mumbled as Pacey and Joey passed him. Pacey watched as the guy's eyes traveled up and down her body.
"Hey," Joey said grinning at the guy. "Where are you going?"
"It doesn't matter, we're going home." He grabbed her arm, and continued walking.
"Pacey, that boy liked me," Joey whined, attempting to pull away from Pacey.
"I think you're boyfriend likes you too. Remember him," Pacey asked, unable to keep the anger out of his voice as he recalled her body pressed tightly against him.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked, unable to read his sour mood.
"We've both had a lot to drink, lets talk about it tomorrow."
"Well that's obviously a yes," she muttered, finally yanking her arm away from him. She broke out into a light jog as they reached the large hill.
Pacey sighed. "I'm not chasing after you Jo," he called after her. He quickened his pace slightly to make sure that he could still see her. He found her breathless at the top of the hill.
"Maybe alcohol and running doesn't mix so well," Pacey said, grinning at Joey's obvious discomfort.
"Have I mentioned today that you annoy the shit out of me?"
Pacey laughed as they rounded the corner to loud voices screaming.
"What the hell?" Joey asked as they walked closer to what everyone referred to as the Bowl. The Bowl was simply a place where the ground had sunken in, but during rain storms, it became a muddy swimming pool. "Is that guy naked?"
Pacey laughed as a naked guy went running by them, screaming. "Everyone get naked!"
"You want to take him up on his offer?" Pacey asked, raising one eyebrow and wiggling it at Joey.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you," Joey deadpanned. "Just keep your clothes on. I don't want to see that!"
"You need to cool off, young lady!" Pacey exclaimed, scooping her up and holding her body close to his.
"Put me down!" Joey wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he staggered over to the mud pit.
He waded in the mud pit, until it was up to his ankles. "Put me down!"
"Your wish is my command, my lady!" Pacey said, loosening his grasp on her.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Ooops," he said, as he slowly let go of her, her body landing in the muddy water below him. She struggled to her feet and tackled his legs, bringing him down along with her. Scooping the mud away from her face, she straddled him, pinning his arms above his head.
"Ooops," she said softly, lightly biting her lip. "Did I get you all muddy?"
In one swift motion, he grabbed Joey, tossed her on the ground, and straddled her. He took his muddy hand and trailed it along her face, leaving a trail of dirty hand prints behind him.
"You really are a bastard." She exclaimed taking a handful of mud and smooshing it into his hair. He brought his muddy head down to her face, wiping it along her forehead. Their eyes met, and for a moment they stopped laughing, and didn't move. And then she slowly raised her head, her lips touching his. And she kissed him.
He hesitated for a moment, before he allowed himself to let go. Pressing their bodies against each other, his hands roamed her body. He heard her inhale sharply as his hand skimmed the side of her breast.
"Oh God, Pacey," she moaned, bringing her lips against his muddy neck, and then lightly biting on his ear. Where had she learned to do that? He covered her lips with his, his tongue gently probing her mouth.
"Whoooooooo-hooooooooooo!"
Joey and Pacey quickly pulled apart, to see what all the noise was about. Glancing around, they realized they were what the noise was about. Joey's mouth dropped open slightly, as she looked to the crowd of people watching them to Pacey.
Her eyes widened as she jumped to her feet and began running as fast as she could to the dorms.
"Typical," he muttered, struggling to his feet and following slowly behind her.
"Hey Todd," Pacey said, nodding slightly.
"Hey, what's up with Joey? What the hell is going on out there?" Todd asked, surveying Pacey's muddy clothes.
"Just a bowl war. I'll catch ya later Todd."
Pacey's eyes followed the muddy footprints up the stairs, and then he walked over to the elevator and pressed the up button.
"Joey, Joey, let me in." He pounded on the door, frustrated.
"It's open," she called weakly.
He opened the door and looked around the room, not at all surprised to find her balled up on the corner of her closet.
"Jo," he said softly, walking over to her.
She raised her head, her body shivering. "Pacey, just go away."
Pacey shook his head, squatting down. "I'm not leaving until I know you're okay. First thing we need to do is get you into the shower."
Joey shook her head adamantly. "Nooooooooo, I don't want to shower."
"If you had an idea how much mud was on you right now, you wouldn't be saying that. Now come on, let's go."
He tossed her towel and robe over his shoulder and extended his hand, and she reluctantly grabbed it and allowed him to pull her to her feet.
"Let me just get my stuff." Joey walked over to her bureau and began frantically grabbing shower supplies, dropping every other item on the floor.
"Jo, I don't think you need your razor!" He gently closed his hand around hers. "Come on."
He opened her door, and lightly pushed her into the hall. She dropped her shampoo on the floor as she slowly walked into the wall. Pacey sighed, as he picked it up and lazily tossed an arm around her shoulder.
As he led her into the bathroom, she stopped and looked up. "This is the boys bathroom Pacey!"
"Shhh, Jo, you've got to be quiet. We're going to go in the shower together. With our clothes on. Then we're going to go put on dry clothes and get into bed. Okay?"
She nodded her head, as she tried to focus on him. Everything was slowly spinning. She felt herself being led into the shower, the warm water cascading over her face and into her eyes. Pacey removed his shirt and pants, leaving himself in nothing but his boxers and stepped into the shower behind her. She turned to face him, unable to keep her eyes from his chest. Had he always been so built?
"Jo," Pacey said, removing the bottle of conditioner from her hand and placing it on the shower floor. "The whole point of being in here is to get rid of the mud."
He took the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a little of it into his hand. "Come here," he said gently. She found herself drawn to him as he slowly sudded up her hair, his hands moving in slow motions against her scalp.
"God Pace," she muttered, her body leaning against him.
He laughed lightly, as he continued massaging her head. "You like that huh?"
She loved the feeling of leaning against him. She felt so light, as if she weighed nothing at all. As if she didn't even need to stand anymore.
"Jo!" Pacey exclaimed as she slowly slipped down his body. "You can save the blow job for later."
She laughed as he pulled her to her feet. "Yeah right Witter. In your dreams," she slurred as she pressed her chest against his. God he felt good.
Pacey let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he reached up to turn off the shower. "Alright drunk girl, let's get you to bed."
She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled slowly. "Yeah baby!"
He lightly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the shower. He wrapped his towel around his boxers, hoping to hide his arousal from her. He draped her robe over her shoulders and led her back to her bedroom.
"Okay Jo, why don't you put on your pajamas and then we'll get you into bed. Okay?" he asked, watching her shaking body.
"They're in the top drawer," she muttered as she flopped down on her floor. Pacey timidly opened her top drawer and began digging through her underwear, looking for something suitable for her to wear. He dug out a pair of snowflake boxers and a long Elmo t-shirt.
"Come on, get up." He reached his hands out to her and pulled her up. "Here."
She shook her head and reached her hands up.
'You want me to do it?" he asked in amazement. "Come on, you can do this yourself?"
She stumbled back and forth as she shook her head, steadying herself against the wall. He took a deep breath, muttering to himself, as he tentatively touched her wet shirt. He met her eyes as he slowly began to remove the soaking shirt, careful not to touch her soft skin as he did so.
He tossed the shirt onto the floor, his eyes never once leaving hers. He took the Elmo shirt and placed it over her head. Once the shirt was in place, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it out through the armholes of her shirt.
He reached a shaking hand to the button of her jeans, his fingers brushing her stomach as he undid the button and then the zipper. Her jeans easily slid off of her hips, too easily. She stepped out of them as they fell to the floor, the long shirt covering her body to her upper thighs.
He reached his hands under the t-shirt and found the thin straps of her string bikini underwear and quickly pulled them down. He glanced down at them as she stepped out of them and a crooked smile crossed his face.
"Cute underwear Jo."
Obviously she was wearing it for the benefit of someone. Someone other than him.
He reached behind him to pick up the boxers, and when he turned back to face her, she was already on her way to the bed. She hopped up on the bed and patted the space beside her.
"Can we talk Pace?"
He walked over to her, leaving a trail of water as he crossed the room.
"Tomorrow Potter. We'll talk all you want tomorrow."
"Did you mean what you wrote? In that essay?"
Pacey groaned. "Jo, can we please not talk about this now." He took her blanket and covered her with it. "We'll talk tomorrow."
He headed towards the door, turning the light off on the way. He turned the knob and opened the door.
"Pace, just yes or no." she called after him.
"Yes Jo. But it was a long time ago," he said quietly, closing the door quickly behind him as he exited her room.
