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Part Eight
The stars filled the night sky above them and the heat of their clutched hands seemed strong enough to heat the entire house; Abby and Pacey lay beside each other on her mother's large bed, their eyes staring out the skylight cut through the roof. Soft music seeped through their pores.
"We do this well, huh?" Pacey turned to her, propping his head up on his hand.
"What?"
"This. Nothing."
How could one boy always manage to say and do the absolute perfect things? Abby leaned towards him and hovered her lips over his, he probably didn't even know what he'd said, really. As his tongue slid into her open mouth, she rolled closer to him, pulling his body tight against hers.
"Mmmmm... " His fingers tangled in her hair and gingerly pulled the pins from it, slowly covering her with kisses as soft tresses fell around her face. "I'm glad that we're finally alone, Abby. We've been waiting too long for this. I could hold you all night."
"So... This has been your plan all night, Witter? Very sneaky." She smiled, raking her fingernails across the back of his neck. "Ply a girl with expensive French wine and seafood, tinge her senses with some salty ocean air, then lure her back to your lair for the grand seduction?"
"Hey, you forgot the roses. And besides, this is your lair..."
"Eh... Same difference." Her teeth shone in the twinkling of the night and soft candlelight, Pacey licked at them until they parted allowing him entrance. It was her turn to let out a soft moan.
The grand seduction wasn't really part of his plan. Pacey had no intention of letting things go too far between them just yet; he only wanted to be with her, to look into her blue-grey eyes and kiss her over and over until they fell asleep in each other's arms. All he did when they were apart was think of her and wish that they were together. She had captured his heart like no one ever had before, like no one ever could.
They didn't matter, the questioning looks and hushed whispers that they got from people who would never understand. That they were an odd couple was obvious, who would have ever thought to put them together -- the loser and the bitch -- but when some things work and move together so seamlessly, who was anyone to question that kind of fate?
Abby's soft hands traced the line of his jawbone to his ears tugging him in for another kiss. She deepened it with infused craving, tasting the backs of his teeth and wrestling against his tongue as it slithered through her mouth. There was a fire beneath her skin, rolling through her veins as his hands roamed over her shoulders and down her back. The soft hiss of her zipper opening behind her as he traced the length of her spine before slipping the straps of her dress over her shoulders.
Everything fell into place when they were alone. Since she'd gotten with Pacey, Abby had lost the embittered attitude that she had carried towards the opposite sex. Their relationship wasn't still wrought with uncertainty and defensiveness, it was encompassed by only one thing, an assuredness that each one of them had found the person that they so belonged to completely. It made them both nervous and scared as well as enthralled.
Pacey brought his lips down to the flesh in the valley between her breasts, nipping at the supple skin there as his hands wandered over her thighs and across her belly, going nowhere else. It would be a torturous night, but Pacey wanted this slowness, wanted her complete trust, this chance to explore each other at their own pace. He could stare at her tiny body breathing in the moonlight forever.
She allowed him to ease her silken dress off her , not uncomfortable to lay beside him in her pale gold bra and matching thong. Her heart raced a mile a minute under his fingertips, he left them there, content to lap at her lips softly and stare into her quietly passionate embrace. Rolling onto her side, she moved closer to him, her hands reaching between them, fingers working at the buttons of his shirt until it fell open and he shrugged it from his broad shoulders. She nibbled at the now bare skin, razing her teeth across his collarbone. He growled huskily into her ear.
"How did you get to be so hot, Abby?"
She blushed from the tips of her immaculately pedicured toes to her scalp, feeling the hot flush spread over her. "Stop doing that! You're going to make me laugh! Besides, it's embarrassing..."
"It's true, and I like to make you laugh." He nuzzled into her, biting at her neck. "It turns me on..."
"Pacey, everything turns you on!" Her soft laughter filled the room.
"No, not everything... just you..." And he enveloped her in an embrace again, crushing her breasts against him and plundering her mouth with his own. She allowed a deep groan to escape her in a heated rush of breath, tantalized to feel him raging beneath his slacks and pressing against her near nakedness.
Hesitating, curious, nervous fingers went instinctively to his belt buckle, eager to cross this sexual threshold and feel his desire in her hands. She already felt it in her heart. He helped her, pulling the trousers over his hips and leaving him clad in cotton boxers that did nothing to hide his rigidity. They only separated for the time that it took to kick his clothes off the bed, enamored bodies reconnecting and hands groping at sensitive bits of bare flesh.
Abby had never gone this far with anyone before; she had always been protective of herself, both her body and her feelings. But with Pacey, everything changed. Her body ached to be near his, he made her feel open and trusting. She had talked a good game, but when it really came down to it, the farthest she had ever gone was the time in seventh grade when she let Rob Halperin put his hand up her shirt in Becky Greenaway's finished basement. He'd told everyone in school the next day, making it all the worse by exaggerating their experience; overnight she'd become the class slut. She only breathed relief when she'd finally moved away and come to Capeside. Well, Rob Halperin and all of those little friends of his could collectively go fuck themselves now. At that point she'd been more than mortified. By the time she'd gotten to Capeside High, the experience had left her cold to any boy who might come near her, a pure disdain for practically everyone on the planet.
Pacey moved closer to her, their bodies glued together and lying on their sides, rocking together in a small spot in the center of the bed. He pushed at her, stroking his length against her as her fingers grazed the small of his back and curved over his hard buttocks. He felt as if he could implode at any minute, his heart a steady pounding that he could feel between his legs.
"Can I take this off you?" His fingers were at the clasp of her brassiere.
Abby's heart pounded nervously, but she pulled back so she could nod wordlessly at him.
"It's okay if you don't want me to."
"No. I want you to. It's just... I'm just a little nervous." She flushed with embarrassment.
"Don't be nervous, babe. You've got nothing to be nervous about... we won't do anything you don't want to do." He stroked the back of her hair and kissed her again, whispering his words into her mouth.
"I know..." She felt his hands on her back again, expert fingers slipping under the back of her bra and going at the clasps. He brought his hands to her shoulders and eased the golden fabric off her body, tossing it aside gently to the mounting pile of their clothes on the floor. His palms covered her, the strength of his fingers bringing her nipples to taut peaks beneath them. She was breathing into him, urging her body against him as he pressed her onto her back and covered her neck with kisses. She watched their star-filled reflection in the glass above them, falling in love.
They didn't speak, they didn't have to.
His hands smoothed over her body, resting on the swell of her hips as he took her breast into his mouth and she arched towards him, her nipple growing more taut between his teeth. The way that she stared into his eyes and watched his every move, he hoped that she knew how he felt about her. He'd always been so quick to express himself, but right now nothing came to his lips. Maybe that was love? It felt like love.
Curious fingers crossed the elastic waistband of Pacey's boxers, hesitating almost imperceptibly before they held his ass beneath them. She rounded his hips, awkwardly making it between their bodies and barely grazing his cock. It jumped when she touched it and she hesitated again.
This isn't so damn complicated, just get on with it, she thought to herself, wanting to feel him in her hand and bring him the same pleasure she'd been denying herself.
Her fingers wrapped around him and slowly learned the feel of his tight skin; veins bulging beneath, engorged with blood, she closed her eyes and read his cock like Braille. She wanted to bottle this moment and keep it with her forever, the sound of his husky breathing in her ears and her heart beating a mile a minute. When she opened her eyes again, she memorized the look on his face.
Her hands moved carefully, too carefully. Pacey's face contorted and twisted as her nails grazed over his balls and he let out a teeny moan. Their lips connected and he slid his tongue between her parted teeth, pressing his body towards hers. He knew she was scared, could tell from her movements that she was afraid she might break him if she touched him the wrong way or too roughly. With his entire body in ecstasy, he tried to reassure her without words.
"Abby..." He hardly mouthed her name as her tongue traveled around his neck, tasting the skin across his chest, stopping to rake her teeth teasingly over one nipple before moving on. He twisted his fingers in her hair, and she looked up to him with wide, perfect eyes; her mouth open and wet on his stomach. "Abby..."
Her fingers still stroked him, losing the trepidation that they'd had earlier. She felt the satisfaction in his body as he tightened and his breath came in shorter gasps. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers she eased them slowly over his hips and looking into his half-closed eyes, long lashes fluttering slightly, she took him into her mouth.
Abby's bold lips closed over the head of his cock and she rounded her tongue across it, laving him with her hot saliva, tasting the salt from his skin. His breath quickened in his chest. Her hands remained, moving more quickly on his length, lips and tongue stroking him teasing him to a stiffness he didn't think possible.
"Babe... you... don't... have... to..." His voice was a gruff whisper in dark tones, the air short in his chest. His heart pounding heavy.
She didn't acknowledge his senseless urging or his hand pulling at her arm. She only wanted to show him how she felt about him, how much she trusted him, how much she wanted to experience everything with him. She wanted to experience everything with him.
She sucked harder, swirling her tongue hotly over him and taking him into her mouth as deeply as she could. Her entire body shook imperceptibly, it felt like a raging earthquake inside her flesh. Pacey's hands ran through her hair, rounding her chin and tipping her face slightly to meet his eyes. He took her hand and rested it on his heart.
"Baby..." His heart throbbed in his chest. "I'm gonna..." He couldn't get the words out, as hard as he tried. "Babe... oh, god... Abby..." She didn't let up, instead going at him harder and faster, resisting the threat of her throat gagging on him. Pacey's eyes rolled back and he gripped the sheets with white knuckles, Abby watched in amazement.
It seemed strange to her that she could make him feel this way, so completely out of control, intensely abandoned. His legs stiffened first, then his body shook and a gasping groan escaped from his chest. When he finally exploded into her mouth, she was surprised by the burst, she was surprised by all of it. Surprised how much she enjoyed it herself.
He pulled her up towards him and took her into his arms kissing her deeply, tasting his musk from her lips and sliding his tongue between her parted teeth. Part of him wanted to tell her he loved her the minute that it dawned on him, but he was afraid to. He felt the fear rise in him like the temperature in the room. But when he kissed her, when he brought his arms around her body and held her close, when she looked at him with her tender embracing eyes, there was a fire in his entire body. And that was frightening.
Abby nuzzled herself into the curve of Pacey's neck, a little embarrassed and a little overwhelmed, but mostly horny. Very horny. The quake inside her had turned into a throbbing mass of immediate need. She bit at him urgently, throwing her leg over his and grinding her body against him. She'd never felt this way before.
Neither of them had, that was what made it so good.
The words were on the tip of his tongue; her body hard against him and her lips tracing lazy circles on his throat, he could hear them in his mind, feel them deep in his heart. Pacey turned into her and captured her mouth under his. "I love you...," he whispered.
Abby started, pulling out of his tangled embrace and looking at him, her eyes filled with a million questions, the first of which she blurt out without thinking. "What did you just say?"
He knew she had heard him; she'd heard every word escape his lips, felt his tongue wrap around and form each syllable. The look on her face was worse than he'd expected and he stammered at her. "Nothing... I didn't say anything." He leaned in to kiss her again, to pretend that nothing had been said at all and regain the lost minute between them.
Her voice fell to a whisper. "I heard you. Say it again." The pounding in her chest was louder in her ears than her own voice, it filled the room with a thunder. "Please..."
"I love you," it sounded weaker than the last time, with more of a question marked ending than before. "I mean... well, that's what I said."
"Did you mean it? I mean, really? Because... I--if you don't mean it you can take it back... Because... If you said it just because... I mean, if you said it because I went down on you, then... well..." The tears welled up in her eyes, she didn't know what she wanted to say, she didn't know what she wanted to hear, she just didn't know.
"You don't really believe that, do you?" It was that lack of ego that they both had, the same thing that made each of them seem so plastically confident and outwardly sure. Inside, neither of them felt an eighth of what they gave off.
"I don't know, Pacey. For all I know, you could say that to every girl after she's had your dick in her mouth." She winced as the words flew from her mouth and pulled further away from him, covering her body with a pillow.
"Y'know, fuck you, Abby. I should have kept my stupid mouth shut, I never should have said it in the first place, even if I did mean it. And I did mean it. Only right now, I wish it wasn't true." Pacey turned away from her, he didn't want her to see the hurt in his eyes and know what he felt. He pulled on his boxers and moved to get his pants from the center of the floor, tears threatening to take his eyes.
"Wait... Pacey, please don't go..." She stared at his bare back in pain.
He didn't even take the time to button his shirt before he was taking the stairs two at a time trying to make the door in record speed. Abby went after him, catching him as he hit the door and turning him around to her.
"I love you too..." She reached up to place a hand on his cheek, moist from the tears he feared she'd see. "I do..." On her toes, she laid her lips on top of his and snaked her arms around his waist, lifting herself against him and letting her own tears take her. "I do."
To be continued...
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