JustBreathe
Just Breathe
by Kaytee
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: This
is set a few weeks after "The Favor", but doesn't necessarily have to be
read to enjoy this. As always, for my beta baby bijal who puts up
with tons of crap.
Distribution: Ask and
ye shall receive.
Rating: P/Jo NC-17
Spoilers: Well, yeah.
So?
____
"So, Bessie's cool with you
spending the weekend with your boyfriend in a small tent in the middle
of the forest, just the two of you?" Jen Lindley asked casually,
not looking up as she flipped through the pages of her English textbook
from where she lay sprawled across the bed.
Joey Potter, sitting cross
legged against the headboard of her bed, snorted rather indelicately.
"Of course not. But she's not saying no, either."
"I guess it helps that you've
already lived with him for three months in an enclosed space," Jen reasoned,
taking out a hi-liter and streaking it noisily across a sentence in her
notebook.
"I mean, she already thinks
we're having sex," Joey pointed out. "I can't convince her that we're
not."
"And she's letting you go
anyway?" Jen asked, surprised.
Joey shrugged. "She
says she's not really in any position to point fingers, but that she wants
us to be extra careful, and to look at her and Bodie as an example of what
can happen when you have unsafe sex."
Jen nodded, adding her own
experience-based advice. "I'm a firm believer in safe sex.
Sober sex, too. You don't ever want to wake up and wonder if he used
a condom, trying to remember if you took your pill every day last week."
"Things haven't progressed
to the point where we need . . . prophylactics," Joey said, a small blush
tingeing her cheeks. "But I have the feeling that this weekend .
. . "
Jen slammed her book shut,
having waited all night to have this conversation. Grinning up at
Joey, she said, "Are you hoping to get a little action, Joey?" she teased.
"Yes!" Joey exclaimed, tossing
her own book aside. "God, you don't have any idea how much I want
a little action. No, not a little action. Lots of action.
Action packed."
Jen laughed appreciatively.
"So what you're telling me is this weekend isn't really about communing
with nature and appreciating the great outdoors, right?"
"Well, I don't know," Joey
said. "Maybe that really is what's on his agenda. What if he's
hoping to get a little fishing done before it gets too cold?"
"Pffft," Jen said, shaking
her head. "You know better than that."
"I want to be sure, though."
"So ask him," Jen told her
reasonably, shrugging a delicate shoulder.
"I'm sure I could, but how
embarrassing would that be?" Joey laughed. "I can see it now.
Hey, Pacey. This weekend, I was hoping we'd go on a nature hike.
Appreciate the changing leaves. Have a little sex? Do some
fishing."
"Joey! You lack imagination,"
Jen scolded, laughing. "There are ways to find out what he's expecting.
And there are ways of letting him know what you're expecting, too."
"How?"
"Be creative!"
Joey thought for a moment,
her brows knitting, and she was about to say something when there was a
knock on her bedroom door.
"Come in!"
"Look who showed up, begging
for some work to do?" Bessie asked from the doorway.
Pacey Witter laughed as he
walked past the older woman into the bedroom. "You totally misinterpreted
me when I said, "Is Joey home?"
"I must have, Pacey," Bessie
agreed as she began to shut the door behind her. "Because I could
have sworn you said, "Please, can I take another look at the wiring in
the Nautical Room for you, Bessie?"
"You know, maybe I did say
that," Pacey said thoughtfully. "While you're gone, I'll try to remember
exactly."
Bessie laughed and left,
and Pacey turned his attention to Jen and Joey. "How are you two
lovely ladies doing this evening? Discussing anything interesting?"
"Nothing more interesting
than Macbeth," Jen lied in an obvious way, gathering up her things.
"I should go now, anyway."
"You don't have to leave
on my account, Lindley," Pacey grinned, placing an hand on her back and
ushering her toward the door as she laughed.
"Hey Joey, call me later,
okay? We'll finish that discussion we were having," Jen asked while
Pacey shut the door behind her. Joey barely had the chance to agree
when the door was closed firmly between them.
"Such a shame that she felt
she had to go," Pacey commented with a grin, walking over and flopping
across the recently vacated space on her bed. "Don't you think?"
Joey uncapped her pen and
opened a notebook, flipping through the pages until she found what she
was looking for. "Oh yeah," she said with a smile. "A tragedy,
really."
"So . . . " Pacey trailed
off, toying with cuff of her jeans absently. "Did you get permission?"
"Yeah," Joey nodded, taking
a drink of her soda. "I mean, she's not thrilled, but she's not really
upset, either."
Pacey took the soda from
her fingers and took a long swallow, emptying the can and tossing it into
her wastebasket. "She doesn't have to be happy about it, she just
has to stamp it with her seal of approval."
"She did, don't worry," Joey
said. "Have you gone shopping for the supplies yet?"
"No, I thought I'd do that
tomorrow. Why? Did you make a list?" he teased. Joey
loved her lists, would rarely shop without one, a fact he'd discovered
over the summer and added to his own list of quirks to pick on her about.
"I did make a list of the
things I want, as a matter of fact," Joey said, and handed it to him, poking
him in the shoulder for mocking her propensity for lists.
Pacey read through the list
out loud. "Grape soda, ice, hot dogs, bread, marshmallows, graham
crackers, Hershey bars, Doritos, bubble gum, and a book we'd both like.
Is that all?"
"No," she said quietly, and
he noticed her bite her lip nervously.
"What else do you want me
to get?"
She said something so quietly
he couldn't make it out. "What?"
"Condoms!"
Pacey blinked in surprise
as she blushed furiously, catching her lower lip between her teeth, a smile
spreading over his face as he looked up into her eyes.
"Yeah?" he asked, his tone
going for casual and ending up somewhere between amused and eager.
"Yeah," she said, grinning
sheepishly.
____
"Well, that was very creative
of you, I must say," Jen said, laughing.
Joey cradled the phone between
her shoulder and her ear as she sat writing in her notebook as she half-heartedly
read through Macbeth. "And then there was some making out but Bessie
knocked on the door around 9:45 for our fifteen minute warning and he went
and looked at the wiring in one of the guest rooms. He's still there,
for all I know."
"See, what did I tell you?"
Jen said rather smugly.
"Oh, shut up," Joey said,
her laughter trailing off into a sigh. "I'm not going to absorb any
more of this damned play tonight. Why is Lady Macbeth seeing ghosts?
Are they real? Who cares?"
"Not me, that's for sure,"
Jen replied. "I have to get off the phone now, anyway. See
you tomorrow, Jo."
"Yeah, bright and early.
Bring me coffee and I'll bring you donuts," Joey offered, closing her school
books.
"Deal," Jen agreed.
"Bye."
"Bye," Joey said, and placed
the receiver back in the cradle and standing up, tugging her shirt over
her head and tossing it to the laundry basket in the corner, followed quickly
by her bra.
She was unzipping her jeans
when the door opened.
"Hey!" she yelped in surprise,
turning instinctively away and glaring over her shoulder at the intruder.
Pacey entered her room and
quietly shut the door behind him, a grin plastered across his face.
"Hey yourself," he said in
a hushed tone, stepping up behind her.
"Let me put something on,"
she said, reaching for the nightshirt she'd laid out on her bed.
"No," he said quickly, gripping
her upper arms lightly and pulling her back against him.
"Bessie will kill us both
if she catches us," Joey whispered, tilting her head back against his shoulder
as his hands slid along her smooth belly.
"Not if we're quiet," he
whispered back, his hands finding her bare breasts and kneading them, the
nipples hardening against his palms as his mouth began to trail open-mouthed
kisses along her neck.
She let out a high, keening
cry and he clamped his hand over her mouth and lifted his lips from her
warm skin to whisper in her ear. "What was I thinking? You
couldn't be quiet if your life depended on it."
Joey licked his palm, a surefire
way to get him to release her, but instead he seemed more turned on.
He kept her head tilted back against his shoulder, his hand covering her
mouth firmly but not the least bit painfully. His breath whispered
across her ear lobe as he whispered, "You can scream all you want this
weekend, in fact, I'd venture a guess and say that you're going to be making
all sorts of interesting noises."
Her eyes closed as his free
hand toyed with her stiffened nipple, teasing her. "But it's a pity,"
he continued, his voice hoarse, his breath hot. "That you couldn't
be quiet just now, because as soon as I saw your body, I had plans on pleasing
it. On licking it, and sucking on it, maybe even taking it. I'm going to
leave you now with that thought, and hope you take the lesson to heart
and fully comprehend the importance of silence in certain circumstances."
Pacey released her then and
stepped away from her quickly. "Hey," he said, and she turned to
face him, the lust he saw clearly in her eyes mixed with the desire to
cause him physical pain. Lots of it.
"What?" she demanded, bringing
her hands to her hips.
He let his gaze travel her
body from head to toe and back again, imprinting on his brain the image
of her standing there, half naked in undone blue jeans and white cotton
panties, beautiful in her frustration and desire.
"Nice tits, Potter," he commented
casually, ducking out of the room before a stuffed animal could hit him
in the head.
____
"And do you think I got any
sleep last night?" Joey demanded, handing Jen a bear claw donut.
"No!"
"He is a wicked boy, I agree,"
Jen commented as she handed Joey a styrofoam cup of cappuccino.
"Boy?"
Joey glanced over her shoulder
at Pacey, who'd come up behind them while the two girls had been walking
toward the high school. "You're always going to be behind me when
I least expect it, aren't you?"
"Oh, I don't know, Joey,"
he grinned cockily, slipping an arm around her shoulders. "I'm all
for being in front of you, under you, or on top of you, if that's what
you'd prefer, Potter. Not just behind."
"God," Jen muttered, veering
away from the two. "I'll see you in English, Joey."
"Well, you've driven her
off. Proud?" Joey said rather snarkily.
Her tone caught him by surprise
and he looked down at her, frowning. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit," he said.
"Have I done something?"
"I didn't exactly have the
most restful night, you know," she grumbled.
"Are you mad?" he asked,
concerned.
"Just frustrated," she admitted.
Pacey read the truth of it
in her eyes, but he also saw a gleam that never ceased to make him nervous,
no matter how many times he'd seen it. "You're going to make me pay, aren't
you?"
Joey nodded. "I see
sleepless nights in your future."
"Saw that in your crystal
ball, did you?"
"Of course," she said, and
he was relieved to see the lop-sided smile. "Along with visions of how
you're going to make it up to me."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, cocking
an eyebrow and bumping her with his hip.
"Long, drawn out visions.
We're talking technicolor, surround sound quality here," she informed him.
"And in these "visions",
do you forgive me for frustrating you on purpose, oh Merciful One?"
"Of course," she reassured
him. "After the things you're going to do to me with your mouth,
how can I not?"
"Still love me?"
"Always," she sighed.
Before they had to split and go down opposite halls to their respective
homerooms, she said, "But I was wondering something about your macho little
display of dominance last night."
"And what, pray tell, could
that be?" he asked, taking a bite out of her donut.
"There were other ways of
preventing me from making noise," she said, leaning against him on her
tiptoes, linking her wrists behind his head, careful not to spill her coffee.
"For instance, I'm surprised you didn't realize that if I'd simply had
something in my mouth, something to suck on, shall we say, the only noise
I'd have been able to make wouldn't be any louder than a hum."
His mouth dropped open and
she fluttered her lashes demurely.
"You - you're - oh, you are
so - Joey!"
"Yes, Pacey?" she responded
sweetly, licking her lips.
His eyes were drawn to the
tip of her pink tongue as it swept her lower lip. "You're evil! I've
always thought it, but now I'm damn sure of it!"
"No, not me," Joey said,
laughing. "I was referring to a lollipop! What were you thinking
of?"
"Believe me when I say you're
going to find out," he said, pulling her closer to him.
"Someone's feeling all manly
today," she commented with a grin, rubbing the fuzz of his hair.
"Go to class, little girl,"
he laughed, kissing her swiftly as the warning bell rang.
"See you later, Pace," she
said, smiling, letting him take her coffee with his free hand.
"Love you, Potter," he responded,
reluctant to let go of her hand as he turned toward his class.
"I kind of like you, too,
Witter," she replied, her fingers squeezing his as she let go, turning
away.
_______
"This is so going to suck.
I bet she gives a pop quiz," Jen said grumpily, peering at her reflection
in the mirror of the girl's bathroom.
"I know," Joey groaned.
"And I can't concentrate!"
"Of course you can't," Jen
mumbled as she reapplied her lipstick.
Sighing, Joey leaned her
hip against the sink and crossed her arms. "I had problems keeping
focused on Macbeth before his little stunt last night, but now . . . oh
my God, I'm so . . . "
"Horny?" Jen guessed, rolling
her eyes.
"Yes!" Joey cried, covering
her eyes. "He says the raunchiest, most chauvinistic and crude things
with that voice of his and I just want to jump him. God, I'm one of those
girls I always hated, whose life revolves around their boyfriend."
Blotting her lips with a
folded tissue, Jen wiped away a small smudge. "You just need to get
some," she answered.
"And I intend to," Joey declared.
"I'm getting tired of talking about it, having him whisper in my ear all
about the way he's going to take me. This weekend, I thoroughly intend
to be ravished."
"That's my girl," Jen laughed.
"I'm so tired of having a
hymen, Jen," Joey groaned.
Jen dropped her mascara wand,
she laughed so hard. "Oh my God, Joey!"
"I'm serious!" Joey exclaimed.
"He talks about how he's going to make love to me. How we're going
to have mind-blowing sex. How he intends to . . . fuck the breath
from me," she finished, blushing profusely. "I just really, really
want to stop talking."
A toilet flushed, and Joey
and Jen both froze as one of the stall doors opened, and Andie McPhee walked
out.
Joey was sure she'd never
have a more embarrassing moment in her life, feeling the heat of her blush
spread upward from her chest.
The blonde girl calmly washed
her hands with brisk movements, the slight tremble of her fingers the only
indication of emotion. Plastering on a smile, she glanced at Joey
as she dried her hands. "Your vocabulary sure changes when you discuss
him."
"Yeah . . ." Joey managed
around the dry lump of embarrassment in her throat, noticing Jen bristling
beside her. "Andie, listen . . ."
"No explanation necessary,
especially to me. I mean, after all . . ." Andie trailed off, her
smile brittle. "He's a very talented lover."
Before the door closed with
a soft hiss, Jen muttered, "Bitch."
"Damn straight," Joey agreed.
"I don't want to go to English. I think I'd take her head off."
"So let's not."
"What?" Joey asked in surprise
as she felt the heat begin to leave her face.
"Let's skip it and go have
coffee or something and finish this discussion," Jen suggested. "Because
I don't think you've fully grasped something."
"What?"
"The differences between
making love, having sex, and fucking," Jen smiled.
"You driving, or am I?" Joey
asked as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of fourth period.
"You didn't bring your truck,
remember?"
Joey reached into her backpack
and pulled out a keyring. "We can take his car."
_____
Resting his head in his hand,
he closed his eyes as his calculus teacher began to take attendance.
Immediately his mind went where it always went when he closed his eyes
lately: to the mental image of Joey, naked and writhing beneath him.
Sitting up straight and blinking
to banish the sight, Pacey sighed, wondering how he'd get through the next
forty-five minutes. There was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't
be able to concentrate on differentials and derivatives.
"Pacey," he heard a controlled
voice say from behind him.
"Yeah, Dawson?"
"Isn't that Joey and Jen?"
Pacey looked out the window
toward the parking lot to where his station wagon was parked. He
watched as Joey unlocked his car and climbed in, leaning over to unlock
the passenger side for Jen.
"Yup," Pacey answered, grinning
as he watched Joey pull out of the parking space.
"What are they doing?"
"Looks like they're skipping
class to me. Maybe she's taking Jen home or something. I don't
know."
"She just took off in your
car with Jen and you don't know where they're going?"
"No clue."
"Do you care?"
"She'll come back," he said,
shrugging nonchalantly.
"Doesn't it bother you that
she just took off in your car without asking?" Dawson persisted.
"Why would she have to ask?"
"Because!"
"Why, Dawson? I trust
her."
"She's got you whipped,"
Dawson commented snidely.
Pacey just shook his head
and brushed him off. "We haven't gotten to whips yet, but hey . .
. we're young."
____
"We have to watch our time,
I can't miss Chemistry," Jen said as they sat at a tiny, round table by
the window of the trendy little coffee shop, placing their over-priced
lattes on obnoxiously intricate wooden coasters.
"That's fine, I shouldn't
miss Psychology anyway," Joey replied, trying to get comfortable on the
fashionably high stool.
"So how embarrassing was
that thing with Andie? And wasn't she being suspiciously nice to
you two in the first place?"
Joey nodded, stirring her
coffee absently. "I thought she was just trying really hard, you
know? I didn't think she had an ulterior motive or anything.
I still don't."
Jen raised her eyebrows and
didn't comment.
"I don't believe me, either,"
Joey sighed. "But, oh well. Even if she was out to get him,
I'm not worried."
"Never underestimate the
insane," Jen replied rather snippily.
"Jen!"
"I'm sorry! She pissed
me off, saying that. Anyway," she continued smoothly. "We're
here to discuss our favorite subject."
"So, what's so hard to figure
out about the difference between the three?" Joey asked. "Seems pretty
obvious to me. Making love is nice and slow, having sex is quicker,
and . . . fucking is rough. Right?"
"Essentially yes. But
there are nuances missed in that explanation," Jen said, warming to the
subject.
"Go on," Joey encouraged,
sipping from her styrofoam cup.
"Well, for one thing, making
love is more than just being slower and, um, "nice," Jen said. "It's
what the name implies - about expressing the love you have for one another.
It's a physical expression of the two of you, and it's a beautiful thing
to share. In all my experience, I've only made love once. And
that one experience wasn't necessarily the best sex I've ever or will ever
have, but he touched me in a place I thought no man could. My heart."
"Henry?" Joey guessed gently.
An expression of sadness
washed over the blonde's face and then it was gone again. "Yeah.
Henry."
Henry Parker, Jen's boyfriend,
had broken up with her a few weeks into the new school year because he
now attended a private school a state away and he'd decided that he didn't
want to pursue a long-distance relationship. Jen had been heartbroken,
and Joey had spent long hours consoling her, which had further cemented
the burgeoning true friendship between the two.
"Have you heard from him
lately?"
"No," Jen said briskly.
"Anyway, making love is more of an emotional experience than a physical
one. I'm not saying the physical aspect of the act isn't beautiful
or unsatisfying, I'm just saying that with making love . . . it's more
about what's in your hearts."
Joey nodded in understanding,
not knowing what to say.
"Moving on to the "having
sex" portion of our discussion," Jen continued her lesson.
Joey listened attentively,
sipping her latte.
____
"How's my favorite juvenile
delinquent? Do anything interesting during your English class?
Say, engange in grand theft auto with a little blonde accomplice?"
Joey smiled as she glanced
at Pacey, closing her locker door and slipping her bookbag over her shoulder.
"I have no idea what you're
referring to," Joey replied innocently, her fingers entwining with his
when he took her hand.
"So when I was sitting in
math and I saw you take off in my car with Jen, that was just a figment
of my imagination?"
"You should really seek therapy
for those pesky mental lapses," Joey said as they made their way down the
front steps of the school.
"Did you have fun?"
"Lots more than if we'd gone
to English with Andie," she replied.
"And why's that?" Pacey asked
curiously, swinging their joined hands as they walked toward his car.
"Cause I would have beaten
her senseless," Joey replied promptly. "We're talking WWF worthy
violence here."
"What?" Confused, he
asked, "Why?"
"Jen and I were in the restroom
before class and we thought we were alone and we were discussing . . .
well . . ."
"Me?" Pacey guessed.
"And sex," Joey added quietly.
"I figured," he grinned.
"What happened?"
"Well, Andie flushed and
joined us at the sinks. And then she added her own experience-based
insight to the conversation."
"Ohhhh . . . don't even know
what to say . . ." Pacey trailed off as they reached his car, his expression
screaming the magnitude of his discomfort. "What would be the response
you're looking for here?"
"Undying love and endless
support because it's your job as my boyfriend, sympathy for the embarrassment,
and boundless pride because I didn't yank off your ex's arm and beat her
with it."
"Okay, then," Pacey said,
and stopped her from moving around the car to the passenger side.
Taking her chin in his hand,
he tilted her face upward and took a deep breath before plunging right
in. "Since it is, as you pointed out, in my job description as your
boyfriend to love you and support you in all that you do, I'd like to inform
you that I worship the ground you walk on and I'd back anything you said
or did with full knowledge of the fact that if you ever did fall, you'd
take me down with you. I'm sympathetic to the embarrassment of the
situation and I hope you never experience anything of the like so long
as you live. Although I'm proud of you every day of your life for
every thing you do, I'm extremely proud of you for not dismembering my
ex-girlfriend and bashing her with her own bloody limb."
Kissing her forehead before
releasing her with a little push toward her side of the car, he asked,
"How'd I do?"
"You get a gold star," she
proclaimed as she got in and shut the door.
"That's it?! I had
to pull that whole speech out of my ass, on the spot, and all I get is
a gold star?" he asked incredulously.
"How about a cookie?"
"Joey!"
"Pacey!"
"I demand a better reward
than a sticker or a cookie," he said firmly as he pulled out into traffic.
Joey rummaged around in her
backpack, muttering, "I know I have a granola bar in here somewhere . .
."
"You know what I mean, Jo."
"You don't want a granola
bar, either?" she asked with a mockingly dismayed expression.
"There's a whole list of
things I want, Potter," he told her as he drove toward Main Street.
"I want to bury my face between your thighs. I want to feel your
hands on my cock. I want to be deep inside you with those mile long
legs of yours wrapped around me. I don't, however, want your damned
granola bar."
She sat stunned for a moment,
staring at his grumpy profile as he drove. "Is that all?"
"I could go on."
"You don't need to, you've
proven your point rather . . . effectively," she said, her voice husky.
"Oh really?" he asked gruffly,
the twitching at the corner of his mouth giving him away. "I don't
believe you.
"Really, you should."
"I need evidence that I've
driven the point home," he said, glancing at her as they pulled up to a
red light. "So prove it, Potter."
Understanding passing between
them, she unbuttoned her jeans, unzipping slowly and exposing a pair of
white cotton bikini briefs. Scooting her hips forward, she leaned
her shoulders back and took one of his hands.
Sliding his fingers inside
the elastic of her panties, he cupped her mound and she pressed against
him.
"Green," she murmured hazily.
"What?" he asked as a questing
finger slipped between her folds and she arched against the seat.
A car honked behind them
and he yanked his hand away as if he'd been shot.
The station wagon burst forward
through the intersection and Joey laughed, her cheeks reddening as she
refastened her jeans. "I can't believe we just did that at a stoplight
in the middle of town! What the hell are you doing to me, Pacey?"
Bringing his hand to his
lips, he licked the finger that moments before had touched her deep inside.
Grinning as she watched, enthralled, he said, "Anything you want me to."
"You're going to be the death
of me," she murmured as he pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store.
"What a way to go,
though," he replied as he turned off the engine.
Shaking her head as if to
clear it, Joey said, "Okay. We need to be quick in here and go home
long enough to pack our stuff so that we can be there before dark."
"I'm not the one who dawdles
in the tea aisle," Pacey remarked as he got out of the car.
Joey shut her door and walked
around the car to join him, their hands joining naturally as they walked
toward the store.
"Well, I'm not the one who
stands around the magazine rack endlessly," she retorted.
"Did it ever occur to you
that I have to amuse myself while I wait on your slow ass?"
"Why am I dating you?
Why do I put up with this? With you? Why?" she demanded.
"Well, you love me, for one
thing," he replied easily. "For another, you want me. Even
when I irritate you."
"Whatever," she snorted.
"Case in point, it's a nice,
mild temperature. Seventy-five degrees, I'd say."
"And?"
"And that means it's not
the cold that's got your nipples hard, honey."
Glancing down, she realized
that he was right. Her breasts, braless beneath a burgundy tank,
were indeed hard-tipped. Her shirt strained across her stiffened
nipples clearly, and she dropped his hand in order to fold her arms across
her chest. "Smart ass," she muttered, her face warming.
"True," he laughed, slipping
an arm across her shoulders. "But I'm also right. Aren't I?"
"You never know, I could
indeed find the weather a bit nippy."
His tone pitched for her
ears only, he said, "I'll grant you that one, but the chill in the air
doesn't account for how wet you are. You're soaked, Josephine, because
you want me."
"You know what, I wouldn't
give you my granola bar now if you wrote a damn soliloquy about how wonderful
I am," she snipped, embarrassed.
"You'd give me anything I
wanted," he said assuredly.
"Oh? Is that right?"
"That's damn right.
If I decided to have you, right here, right now, against the lovely display
of canned green beans in the middle of the store, you wouldn't say no to
me. In fact, you'd probably be screaming "yes" over and over."
"Go do your part of the shopping
and leave me alone before I take you up on the offer and we become an even
bigger scandal," Joey ground out, knowing the truth in his words and wanting
to kick him for it.
Knowing when to push her
and knowing when to back off before she decked him, he kissed her quickly
and took the list she offered.
"I'll meet you at the magazines,"
she said, her irritation dissipating. "Be good."
"Damn. . . "
"I know it'll be tough, but
try, okay?"
Walking toward the snack
aisle, Pacey grabbed a basket on his way and began filling it with the
chips and soda she wanted, along with the s'more ingredients. After
stopping at the refrigerated section to pick up a bag of ice, he continued
on to the drug department. Turning the corner, he stopped and felt his
heart tug the way it did whenever he laid eyes on her.
She stood in front of the
prophylactic section, reading the back of one package of condoms after
another, concentration kniiting her brows as she endeavored to make an
informed decision. He walked up beside her and waited for her to
notice him, not wanting to startle her or more importantly, annoy her.
Joey had known the moment
his eyes had found her, and didn't feel the need to look and make sure
it was him before speaking quietly a moment later. "I have a dilemma,"
she confessed, glancing between the two boxes she held in her hands.
"What is it?"
"Which do we want?" she asked,
holding the packages so he could see his choices.
One package of Trojans proclaimed
the thin design was made for maximum sensitivity, while the other box contained
condoms "ribbed for her pleasure."
"That one," he said, tapping
the box in her right hand, the ribbed design. "But uh, in a larger
size."
"I - I um, I know you're
uh . . . big . . . but I don't really have anything to compare you to so
I uh, wasn't sure," she stammered out as she put the two boxes back on
their pegs and reached for a magnum sized version of the latter choice.
"And that just breaks my
heart, Potter," he smiled as they walked toward the checkouts.
"Yeah . . . shut up."
"I love how eloquently verbose
you are, Josephine."
"You know, keep it up and
there's a distinct possibility we won't even need the condoms," she teased,
bumping his shoulder with hers.
"No, no, no. We've
been over this. You wouldn't hold off on me. Do we need to
have this conversation again, young lady?"
"Maybe I need a little reminder,"
she grinned up at him, a compelling combination of innocent and vixen
"But not here. Later."
Their cashier turned out
to be a classmate of theirs, and Pacey was proud of the way she remained
outwardly calm throughout the purchase, holding her head high and looking
the smirking girl in the eyes. The only indication of her unease
was the way she toyed with the ring on his pinkie, out of the cashier's
line of vision.
"You two have fun this weekend,"
she drawled with a sneer that made Joey want to smack her.
Instead, she simply smiled
as she traveled the high road. "I'm sure we will."
Walking out to his car with
their supplies, Joey checked her watch. "We need to get a move on,
Pacey."
"Anxious, are we?"
She threw him an irritated
glance as they reached the station wagon and began loading their bags into
the back. "Pacey! It's a two hour drive and I'd like to be
there while it's still light so we can set up the tent before dark and
get a fire going! We have to hurry, okay? You do have your
stuff packed and ready to go by the door, don't you?"
Pacey sighed as he walked
around the car and unlocked the passenger side, going around to the driver's
side. "Yes, dear."
"Did you remember your toothbrush?
Deoderant?"
"Yes, dear," he sighed, turning
on the ignition and pulling out of the space.
"Clean socks?"
"Joey, I have actually camped
before."
"I'm sorry," she said, her
voice contrite. "I guess I'm just . . . anxious."
He glanced at her and smiled.
"Forgiven."
____
Joey shifted in her seat
and laughed. "Oh, this position looks like it would be fun."
"Which one?" Pacey asked,
taking his eyes off the highway to look at the diagram she pointed to in
the latest issue of Glamour. "What the hell do I look like, a gymnast?
That would kill me, Jo. At the very least, I wouldn't walk straight
for weeks."
"That's not one we'll be
trying out, then?" she teased.
"I don't think so."
"Damn," she sighed wistfully.
"And I was so hoping you'd see my naked body from that angle."
Pacey laughed as she continued
to flip through the magazine and they lapsed back into a comfortable silence,
listening to the soft radio.
After swinging by Doug's
to grab his gear, they'd gone to Joey's house so she could change into
shorts and get her own belongings. It had taken them nearly forty
five minutes to get away from Bessie who had, along with last-minute warnings,
a few odds and ends around the B&B for Pacey to check out before they'd
left.
As he drove along the open
road, Pacey noticed the clouds gathering in the sky ahead of them, and
wondered how badly it was going to rain, hoping the apparently on-coming
storm would pass quickly.
"Some of these are really
weird," Joey continued after a few minutes.
"And back-breaking," he added,
glancing over at the new page of illustrations.
"I mean, Jen and I were looking
through Cosmo the other day and it was basically the same article - "How
These Five Fantastic Positions Will Knock Your Nookie Up A Notch" with
detailed diagrams and explanations of positions that just look . . .
odd," she said, her nose wrinkling slightly. "And I hope we never
get to the point where I need to hang upside down and bounce to retain
excitement in our relationship."
Resting his hand on her warm
bare thigh, he shook his head, chuckling gently. "I don't think you
need to worry about that."
"I didn't think so," she
admitted with a sweet smile, covering his hand with her own.
Turning his attention back
to the road, he turned the radio up when he heard the newscaster introduce
the weather reporter.
" . . .stay inside for a
few hours while the storm blows over, Steve. Winds up to 20-25 miles
an hour from the north, looks like it's going to be chilly night, with
lows in the upper forties. Tomorrow, expected sunshine with a few
clouds, highs in the seventies."
"Are we going to be okay?"
Joey asked, alarmed. "Should we go back?"
"Nah," he said. "We'll
be fine."
"Are you sure, Pacey?
Because he sounded like the storm is going to be somewhat serious."
"It'll be just for a few
hours and then it'll move on. No big deal. Stop worrying, Jo,"
he said gently.
"I'm not worried."
"It's going to be a beautiful
weekend," he promised, squeezing her thigh and smiling reassuringly.
_____
"This blows, Potter."
Joey looked out at the pouring
rain from where she sat hunched over her drawn up knees, her chin resting
on her folded forearms. "That it does."
They'd gotten to the deserted
campground a few hours beforehand and had eaten a dinner of ham sandwhiches
in the car, waiting for the rain to let up. When it looked like it
had and the storm was moving on, they'd gotten out and began setting up
the tent.
A second downpour began when
they were halfway through, and by the time it was completely set up, they
were soaking wet and cranky.
While she'd changed into
some dry clothes, he brought in the rest of the supplies and when she laid
out her sleeping bag, they discovered that he'd forgotten his.
For the last few hours they'd
been playing cards by the light of the lantern and waiting for the rain
to let up. Seeing that it was nearly ten thirty, she sighed.
"This isn't going at all
like I pictured," she said quietly a few minutes later.
"How did you picture it?"
he asked from where he sat cross legged beside her.
She was silent for awhile
and he wasn't sure she was even going to answer when she said, "Well, for
one thing, I pictured good weather."
"Can't do anything about
that one, Jo," he said with a teasing smile.
"I pictured a fire and toasted
marshmallows and your arms wrapped around me, keeping me warm," she continued
softly, biting her lower lip.
"Come here, Jo," he said
gently, opening his arms.
She crawled into his lap
and he gathered her close to his chest, resting his head against hers.
"I can't give you a fire or marshmallows at the moment, but I can get you
warm at the very least," he said.
She leaned against him and
listened to the rain beat down on the canvas of their tent, felt his body
so close to hers and wanted him closer.
Running her fingers over
his buzzed hair, she brought his head down to hers, brushing her lips tantalizingly
against his. "I pictured us making love."
He kissed her slowly, lingeringly,
his tongue slipping between her lips and tangling with her own. Shifting
in his arms, she tilted her head and deepened the kiss even further.
His hand was beneath her
shirt, caressing her breast when she said, "Now, Pacey."
"Now?" he whispered against
her mouth, and she opened her eyes, which were cloudy with lust.
"Yes, now," she answered
with a small smile, nervous and hopeful.
He planted a kiss on her
forehead and picked her up off his lap, settling her on the opened sleeping
bag, then turned away from her toward their gear.
"What are you doing?" she
asked, watching as he dug through the grocery bags at a pace that became
more and more frantic with each successive bag.
Pacey sat back on his heels,
letting out a frustrated grunt. "God damn it."
Alarmed, she sat up and reached
out to touch his shoulder. "What's wrong, Pacey?"
"Joey, you have to promise
not to be angry."
"Just tell me!" she demanded,
knowing instinctively that she wasn't going to like this, and having a
pretty good idea what "this" was going to be.
"You know the bag with the
s'mores stuff and the gum? The one that also has our condoms in it?"
"Pacey . . ."
"I left it," he admitted
in a quiet voice.
____
Twenty minutes later, he
only wished she'd yell at him, scream at him from the top of her lungs,
berate him with biting sarcasm. Anything was better than her silence.
After his confession to leaving
the all-important items not only back in Capeside but on her dining room
table, she'd simply stared at him for a few moments.
Then she'd changed clothes
as if he weren't sitting there watching her in the lamplight, and crawled
into her sleeping bag and turned her back to him.
He couldn't stand it any
longer, her silence rubbing his nerves raw. "You have to talk to
me," he said finally.
"No, I don't," she responded
calmly.
"Joey. You can't do
this to me. It's just not right."
"I'm not doing anything to
you."
"You're closing down," he
snapped. "I can't take it when you cut me off like this, Jo, and
you know it."
"I don't know what you're
talking about," she responded airily over her shoulder.
"The hell you don't.
You know damn good and well what you're doing," he said.
"Cry me a river, Pacey,"
she said in an indifferent tone.
He was quiet for a moment,
stung. "You know how much it hurts me when you refuse to talk.
Especially when I could never stop talking to you, no matter what mindless
thing you do."
"I'm just upset," she said,
something of an apology in her tone.
Pacey snorted in agreement,
adding sarcastically, "Really? I couldn't tell."
"Look," she snapped.
"I just want to go to sleep, okay? I'm tired, and I'm cranky, and
I just hope the rest of the weekend goes even a little bit better."
"Will you let me sleep with
you?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.
"That was the point of the
trip, wasn't it?"
"I meant, sleep with you
in the bag," he sighed.
"Don't be ridiculous, Pacey,
of course you can sleep in my bag with me. Just because I'm angry
doesn't mean I want you to freeze your ass off while I'm nice and toasty,"
Joey told him, unzipping the bag and moving to allow him room.
"You're all heart, Potter,"
he said, the words dripping with sarcasm as he stripped off his clothes
and scooted in behind her.
He struggled in vain to get
comfortable, spooning his body up against hers, unsure what to do with
his arms and finally just wrapping them around her waist.
"I can't breathe, Pacey,
let go of me," she snapped, tossing her head and causing her hair to hit
him in the face.
"I'm so sorry!" Pacey
bit back, releasing her immediately.
Turning over in the tight
space, her knee bumped his groin and he barked out a curse. "Watch
what you're doing, okay? God damn."
"I barely touched you, you
big baby," she said, brushing him off as she searched for a relatively
comfortable position.
"Could you get your feet
off me? Please?" he asked, making a mockery of being polite.
"Your toes are freezing and I'd like to keep as much body heat as I can,
all right?"
"Oh, please forgive me for
deigning to touch you with my offensively frozen feet, Pacey!" Joey exclaimed
incredulously. "If you don't like it, why don't you go sleep in your
own sleeping bag? Oh, that's right! You forgot yours!"
"God, let it go, Joey!
There's nothing I can do about it now, okay? I'm just an irresponsible
moron."
"I'm fully aware of that,
Pacey."
Turning on his back, Pacey
sighed and linked his hands under his head, staring at the top of their
tent in the dark. Frustrated, irritated, and exhausted, he stopped himself
from saying something that would leave him walking back to Capeside, limping
and bloodied.
She held herself rigidly
as far away from him as possible until, inch by inch, she shifted slightly
and rested against him, using his chest as a pillow since he'd taken over
hers.
His anger ebbing, he caught
the scent of the hair that had so irritated him and began to feel foolish.
He began to rub her back in broad strokes, hoping she wouldn't snap at
him, relieved when he felt her body begin to relax against his.
"I'm sorry I left the bag,
Jo. You have no idea how much," he said, pressing a kiss on the top
of her head.
She snuggled closer to him,
sliding an arm across his stomach and letting him hug her tighter.
Her legs tangled with his and their limbs found the homes they'd been searching
for, and finally, they were comfortable.
Listening to the beat of
his heart, she said, "I'm sorry I gave you the silent treatment.
I know it's effective, but I didn't realize it hurt you that much."
His hand idly caressed his
hair, his voice rough as he said, "Well, it does hurt me that much. You
don't realize how much I love how open you've become to me. How much it
means to me when you let me in a little more every day. Shutting
me out is the absolute worst thing you could ever do, and I hate it, Potter."
Joey was ashamed of herself
for her behavior, ashamed of herself for causing him pain. She hated
fighting with him, hating herself afterwards for reverting to behavior
a three-year-old wouldn't be proud of, and tonight was no exception.
"I'm not really mad at you,
Pacey."
"Yes you are," he said with
a small laugh. "Don't try that "I'm mad at the situation, not you"
crap, Potter. You're pissed at me because I left it, and you're especially
pissed I left it where I did."
"Of course I'm pissed at
you, oh my God," she responded immediately. "I could kill you with
my bare hands and they'd never, and I mean never, find the body."
He laughed and she could
hear the deep sound rumbling in his chest beneath her ear, and she smiled.
They laid entwined together,
listening to the rain pitter-patter loudly agains the tent.
"I don't think you're an
irresponsible moron, Pacey," she told him in a small voice.
"Well, the way I figure it,
I have my stupid moments, we all do," he said. "But I can't be that
much of a screw-up, I can't have that many insurmountable character flaws.
Do you want to know how I know this?"
"How, Pace?"
"Because you belong to me,
Jo," he told her. "And I can't be a loser if I have you, can I?
Joey thought she'd never
be a woman who would ever "belong" to any man, but she realized his words,
simply and honestly spoken, were true. She was his; she'd given
him her heart, given him her soul, and soon, she'd give him her body, too.
____
Bright sunshine and the sound
of birds cheerily chirping woke her and she smiled slowly, shifting slightly
in his embrace.
They'd entangled even further
in their sleep and she lied there wrapped up tightly in his arms, his hair-roughened
legs intimately entwined with her smooth ones. Her body rested mostly
on his, her face pressed against the warm skin of his shoulder. Joey
inhaled deeply, his familiar scent mixing with the fresh forest air and
she felt him begin to stir.
Pacey moved against her as
he woke, and she felt his erection press against her thigh. Feeling
adventurous, the hand that rested on his chest began to slide slowly down
over his flat stomach but when she slipped her fingers into the waistband
of his shorts, he gripped her wrist and stilled her.
Bringing her hand back up
to his chest, his voice was scratchy and deep as he said, "Don't start
something we can't finish, little girl."
"Damn it," she sighed, moving
her head back to look up at him. Smiling ruefully, she touched his
face with her fingertips. "Hey, you."
"Hey, Potter," he greeted
her just as warmly, smiling sleepily down at her and tenderly tucking a
wayward strand of silky hair behind her ear.
"How ya doin?" she asked,
her eyes twinkling.
"Well, let's see," he said,
caressing her smooth cheek with his knuckles. "I've been awakend
to this beautiful, sunshiney day by my gorgeous girlfriend who happened
to be sliding her hand into my shorts. On the other hand, I had to
stop her before she became to adventurous because I'm an ass who left very
important items at home and if she had continued on her downward journey
to my nether regions, I wouldn't be responsible for what happened. So,
all in all, from the three or so minutes I've been awake, I'd say this
day is going to be wonderfully frustrating."
"Are you always so verbose
first thing in the morning?" Joey laughed, shifting against him and inadvertently
brushing him with her thigh.
Pacey tilted back his head
and groaned. "Jo."
"Yeah?"
"One of us is going to have
to get up."
"Why? I like it where
I am," she said, snuggling closer against him.
"Because I'm hard as a friggin
rock and you're in a precarious position," he answered, feeling her warmth
against his hip through the thin cotton of her panties.
"What position would you
like me to be in?"
Her eyelashes fluttered coyly
and she licked her lips slowly, teasing him.
"Joey, go away," he groaned
with a chuckle, kissing her forehead and unzipping the bag, letting a cold
rush of air wash over them. "Or better yet, I'm going to go away."
Gently disengaging himself
from her, he groaned as he got to his knees, crawling slowly to the bag
at the side of the tent. His joints and muscles screamed in protest
after a night spent on the ground as he slipped on a pair of jeans and
a faded red t-shirt.
"Where are you going?" she
asked as she watched him pull on socks and shoes.
"Away from you and that clingy
nightshirt," he said, leaning over her to kiss the tip of her nose before
leaving their tent.
Joey smiled, and turned over
on her stomach, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bag just yet.
She reached over to her backpack to get her book, and blinked in surprise
as she pulled out a small box instead.
There was a Post-It note
stuck to the variety pack of Trojans, and Joey nearly died as she read
it.
"Just looking out for you.
And don't thank me, I don't want to know. ~Bessie"
____
When he walked back to their
campsite a little while later, he was pleasantly surprised to see her cheerfully
cooking eggs and bacon on their little Coleman stove. She was wearing
jeans and a green knit sweater, her hair braided and a smile on her lightly
made-up face.
"You're just in time," she
said, smiling brightly as she fixed a small plate for him.
"Awww, you cooked!" he grinned.
"Don't get used to it, Pacey.
Where'd you go?"
Pacey sat down on one of
the camping chairs she'd gotten out of the car, and bit into a hot piece
of crispy bacon. "Ow."
"It's hot."
"Yeah, thanks," he nodded.
"I walked around the entire campground."
"Ah," she said, handing him
a bottle of water from the cooler and sitting down beside him.
"It looks like it's going
to be a beautiful day," he said, staring up at the cloudless blue sky.
She watched him as she said,
"Yes, it is."
They ate in companionable
silence, enjoying the fresh, scrubbed clean quality of the forest after
the rain, enjoying simply being with each other.
"While I walked around I
was thinking," he said, wiping his mouth off with the napkin she offered
him. "You know, this isn't the end of the world, my leaving the damn
things behind."
"I know," she said.
"I mean, there are tons of things we could do. We could go swimming
in the river."
"Or hey, I saw this nature
trail while I was walking. We could go hiking," he suggested.
"Yeah!" she said, smiling.
"We could spend some quality time together, away from everyone else."
"We could play some cards,
read to each other, just hang out," he said, a smile on his face.
Joey nodded, grinning.
"Or we could make love."
The plate dropped from his
fingers. "What?"
"While you were gone, I discovered
that Bessie had added something to my backpack," Joey said, reaching down
to the other side of the fire and tossing him the package.
He stared at the box and
Bessie's note for a moment, seemingly dumbfounded.
"Still want to play cards?"
Joey asked, taking a drink of his water.
"Get your ass over here,"
Pacey said, grabbing her hips.
She straddled his thighs
and laughed as he pulled her down against him. "When were you going
to tell me that? You just let me babble on."
"You're so cute when you're
floundering," she said, resting her hands on his shoulders. He grinned
up at her and leaned in to kiss her, and she moved her mouth just out of
his reach.
"You're an evil little thing,"
he told her, pretending to pout.
"So you keep saying," she
said, taking his face between her hands.
Leaning down, she brushed
his nose with hers and kissed him, her lips gentle and teasing. Tilting
his head and opening his mouth a little wider, he deepened the kiss as
she stroked his tongue with her own.
Pacey's hands slid to her
jean-clad ass and he pulled her tighter against him as she broke the kiss
for air, tilting her head back as he took the opportunity to kiss her throat.
She could feel him stiffening against her and ground her hips against him
instinctively.
"Here, let me get out of
this thing," she panted, and leaned away from him just long enough to tug
the sweater off her head and toss it to the earth.
"Get out of this, too," he
mumbled as he kissed her delicate collarbone, his fingers fumbling with
the clasp of her bra.
Pacey pulled the straps off
the white cotton bra off her shoulders, revealing her full, rounded breasts.
Cupping their weight in his hands, he took a hardened nipple between his
lips and suckled her hard as he kneaded her other breast.
Her hands were busy between
them as she scooted back just enough to unfasten his jeans and reach into
his boxers, freeing him. "Not gonna stop me this time, huh?"
Pacey bit her nipple in response
as she wrapped her hands around his hard cock, stroking the length of him.
"Joey, I'm not gonna last
too long if you keep doing that," he said, his fingers toying with her
wet and aching nipple as pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck.
"I want you now, Pacey, we've
waited so damn long," she panted, gasping as he twisted the peaks of her
breasts.
Pacey needed no further
encouragement and stood up, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.
He walked the short distance to their tent with her half naked body wrapped
around him, and laid her gently on the sleeping bag.
Joey laughed breathily as
he moved to lay down beside her. "You left something out there."
He looked at her quizzically
for a moment and she simply watched him until the bulb lit above his head.
Dashing outside, he grabbed up the box of condoms, silently thanked Bessie
once again, and ran back to the tent to find her peeling off the rest of
her clothes, kicking her panties off her ankle and stretching out.
Her voice was husky as she
looked up at him. "You're overdressed," she said, and watched as
he tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it, followed quickly by his
pants and boxers. She laughed as he got frustrated because he hadn't
taken off his shoes first.
Finally, he knelt down at
the foot of the sleeping bag and leaned over her, trailing kisses along
her body as he made his way upward. He kneeled between her thighs,
noting how they trembled around him.
"You're doing good, Jo,"
he whispered, looking down into her eyes as he reached between them to
touch her.
"I'm trying," she said with
a tremulous voice and a smile to match.
"Just breathe," he said,
watching her face as he caressed her intimately, his thumb sweeping over
her hard little clit as he slid two fingers into her damp heat. He
felt her muscles clench around him with a vise grip and he knew it wasn't
going to be easy.
"I want you," she said, her
hips pushing against his hand as he fingered her with shallow thrusts,
stretching her. Her body felt as if it were on fire and the touch
of his fingers did nothing to alleviate the ache she felt deep inside.
"This is going to be a little
painful, Jo," he said, teasing her clit with stroking fingers. Her hips
bucked up against his hand and she nodded.
"I know," she said.
"It doesn't matter."
"It matters, Jo," he whispered,
easing his hand away from her and opening the box he'd dropped beside the
sleeping bag. He tore open a packet and she watched through heavy
lids as he pinched the tip and rolled the condom down over himself before
settling between her thighs, positioning the head of his cock just barely
inside her tight opening. She was tense, and a little afraid, and
so wet for him he could barely stand it. But he wanted her to be
sure.
"I don't want to hurt you,"
he said, bringing his hands to her face and brushing away a few wisps of
hair stuck to her sweat dampened skin.
Joey spread her thighs a
little wider, and raised up a little to plant a kiss on his lips.
"I know. I trust you."
Pacey pushed into her body
slowly, the exertion of control evident in the way he grit his teeth, in
the beads of sweat that appeared on his brow.
Her smile trembled, her touch
feather light on the bunched muscles in his shoulders. "Pacey . .
. I won't break."
"I just - I don't want to
hurt you," he repeated.
"I know, Pace," she whispered,
her eyes reassuring him.
He kissed her then, passionately,
and when his tongue plunged into her mouth, he pushed and broke through
her body's resistance in a single slow thrust that made her wince and gasp
into the kiss.
"Are you all right, Jo?"
he asked, using control he wasn't aware he had as he remained still within
her, giving her body time to adjust to his size, to the feel of him.
"Yeah, it's just . . . "
she stammered, trying not to let him see the pain on her face, closing
her eyes. "You're so . . . big, and it stings."
"I'm sorry, Jo. It'll pass
in a minute, I promise," he said, feeling her tightly clenched muscles
give him a little more room as they relaxed somewhat. In an effort
to ease her discomfort, he readjusted her hips and then slid his hands
along her upraised thighs.
The pain was just beginning
to ebb when he pushed her legs back a little farther, and he sank even
deeper into her tight warmth, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure
throughout her body.
"Oh . . ." she breathed,
and he felt her hips move slightly against him. Her thighs hugged
his waist as he began to move slowly within her.
Pacey stared down at her,
saw how tightly shut her eyes were, and he pressed light kisses to each
eyelid and then her nose. His thrusts were slow and deep as he brushed
his lips across hers, caressing her mouth with his own as she began to
whimper.
"Open your eyes, Jo . . ."
Her eyes remained tightly
closed for a moment longer, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
Then her thick lashes swept
upward, revealing hazel eyes so clear and teary, he knew he could see into
her soul. And what he saw there was trust, and more love than any
man deserved from Joey Potter.
"I love you," he said, his
thumbs sweeping away her hot tears as they spilled over.
Her hands swept over his
back as his hips began to move a little quicker, and after a few moments
she matched his pace, her body seeking release to the heat building unbearably
inside.
Reaching down between them,
he touched her clit, stroking it with firm fingers as he pushed himself
into her body over and over. Lust and tension coiled tighter within her
and distantly she wondered how much more she could take. When he
started to thrust harder and deeper, his own climax approaching, her inner
muscles began to clench tightly around him in spasms as wave after wave
of pleasure began to wash over her.
Pacey looked down at her
face, her mouth dropped open in a suprised O, her expression one of astonished
pleasure as she came, staring up into his eyes with her soul laid bare.
Her orgasm triggered his
own and he thrust deep inside her tight body, leaning his head down and
kissing her as his body shuddered with his release.
They held each other close
afterwards, touching and talking and laughing and dreaming, wrapped up
in each other and more in love than ever before.
As the sweat on their bodies
cooled, Joey laid her hand on his face and he nuzzled into her touch, his
eyes closing briefly at the tender caress.
"I don't want to sound cliched,
but . . . how was I?" she asked lightly, but he heard the anxiety she tried
to hide.
"You get a gold star," he
smiled, kissing her palm.
Relief evident in her voice,
she played along. "That's it?"
"How about a cookie?" he
teased, idly fingering a lock of her silky hair.
Joey smiled, staring into
his eyes. "How about forever?"
His heart tugged painfully
in his chest and he fell a little more in love with her, not believing
that was even possible.
"You can have that, too."