Joey woke up, not having a clue where she was or how she had gotten there.
She heard the faint sound of someone breathing off to her left, though it
could have been the pounding in her head. 'God, what did I drink, or how
much of whatever it was.' She had vague memories of going to dinner but
nothing past her few two beers or laughing at a story Pacey had been
telling her about a 'number-one fan' who had mailed him her g-string to him
so he could sign it and send it back to her. Had beer come shooting out of
her nose, maybe, but who knew. Joey groaned as she rolled over and checked
out the time on the bedside clock, 3:24. "Oy vey, what an ugly hour."
Joey tried closing her eyes again and falling back asleep, she'd worry about where she was in the morning, she certainly didn't think anything was going to happen until then. It was no use, she was too thirsty and she really had to pee. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and her feet hit the floor with a thud. The ache in her side reminded her of the earlier run-in on the slopes, something that seemed like it happened days ago instead of a little over twelve hours. She trudged into the bathroom, shutting the door and flipping on the light all in one motion. Squinting her eyes to shield them from the fluorescent lights, she took a look at herself in the mirror, and laughed out loud at what she saw. Three separate bunches of hair were standing up at various angles on her head and her watch had left an indent along her right cheek. After doing her business she felt more awake as she opened the door and turned off the light, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness again.
Walking back into the main room, her eyes fell on the couch and its sleeping occupant. It was obvious Pacey had been watching her, just like he had all those years ago. His back was propped against the arm of the sofa and his neck bent over to the left in an incredibly uncomfortable-looking position; no one would sleep that way purposely. Joey crept back across the room and sat down on the floor in front of Pacey.
Joey couldn't help but notice how good looking he really was, especially close up. There was no doubt he was handsome but face to face, up close and personal, he was something else. The dimple in his right cheek was present even when he wasn't smiling and the nose that had always been too big when he was younger was right at home on his grown-up face. Long lashes adorned the tips of his eyelids and Joey knew without having to see them that his eyes held a story all their own. A strong, square jaw outlined the bottom of his face and there was a small scar cutting across his left eyebrow.
A smile played at Joey's lips as she remembered the origins of that scar; they had been playing baseball in Dawson's backyard when they were 11 and Pacey had told Joey that she ran like a girl, which she undoubtedly did but didn't like having that fact pointed out to her so she had thrown the baseball at him, aiming for his arm but her aim was not very good (another thing Pacey had pointed out in earlier games) and she had beaned him above the eye. Blood had instantly started pouring out where she had split the skin, she couldn't aim but she could throw with power, especially when she was provoked. Pacey had fallen to the ground, more to frighten Joey than anything, and started hollering that he was going to die. Joey had ran into the Leery's house, looking more girlish than ever with her arms flying and screamed for Dawson's mom to call the paramedics. Behind her she heard Pacey's shouts melt into laughter and she had been so angry that not only had Pacey tricked her but that she had actually felt bad for him. And now here she was, remembering that and feeling a familiar rush of emotion, caring for Pacey, loving him more than she would have ever thought possible and hating him at the same time.
His left arm had fallen off the couch and was resting on the floor and Joey ran her hand down it lightly. Taking a deep breath she lifted her hand again and brought it to the side of his Pacey, running her thumb along his lower lip. Joey pulled herself onto her knees and leaned forward to press her lips against his.
Joey jerked her head back when she felt Pacey stir. She raised her eyes to meet his and opened her mouth to explain only to have it silenced by his lips being pressed against hers. Pacey's mouth still felt the same: full, powerful and all together wonderful. It opened slightly as she ran her tongue along his lips, asking to come in. Pacey reached down and pulled her from the floor and onto his lap, keeping a firm grip on her arms, holding her close to him. Joey released Pacey's mouth long enough to move one leg on each side of his hips and went back to kissing him with more hunger than before.
They had never been low in passion and time certainly hadn't put out the fire, in fact, it seemed fueled by it. After a few minutes Joey had to break away to catch her breath. Pacey lips skimmed down her neck and up again, causing her to lose the breath she was trying so desperately to find. It was a lost cause as his hands reached under her wool sweater and ran up her back, pulling her even closer.
Joey squeezed her eyes closed and opened them again. Taking Pacey's head in both of her hands she lifted it up to meet her gaze. "Do you really want this? Because I do and I don't know if I can stand it if you stop and leave me again. We have both grown up since Capeside and I think we can do this but it doesn't matter unless you agree with me Pacey."
Pacey smiled slightly and leaned his forehead against Joey's. "I really want this, but not tonight, I think we need a little more time to get used to each other again. But don't worry, if tonight is a sign of anything, being with you in every possible way isn't something I can or will avoid for long. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes, as long as you do me one favor," Joey smiled.
"What's that?"
"Come sleep with me, you just don't look comfortable on this couch."
Joey tried closing her eyes again and falling back asleep, she'd worry about where she was in the morning, she certainly didn't think anything was going to happen until then. It was no use, she was too thirsty and she really had to pee. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and her feet hit the floor with a thud. The ache in her side reminded her of the earlier run-in on the slopes, something that seemed like it happened days ago instead of a little over twelve hours. She trudged into the bathroom, shutting the door and flipping on the light all in one motion. Squinting her eyes to shield them from the fluorescent lights, she took a look at herself in the mirror, and laughed out loud at what she saw. Three separate bunches of hair were standing up at various angles on her head and her watch had left an indent along her right cheek. After doing her business she felt more awake as she opened the door and turned off the light, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness again.
Walking back into the main room, her eyes fell on the couch and its sleeping occupant. It was obvious Pacey had been watching her, just like he had all those years ago. His back was propped against the arm of the sofa and his neck bent over to the left in an incredibly uncomfortable-looking position; no one would sleep that way purposely. Joey crept back across the room and sat down on the floor in front of Pacey.
Joey couldn't help but notice how good looking he really was, especially close up. There was no doubt he was handsome but face to face, up close and personal, he was something else. The dimple in his right cheek was present even when he wasn't smiling and the nose that had always been too big when he was younger was right at home on his grown-up face. Long lashes adorned the tips of his eyelids and Joey knew without having to see them that his eyes held a story all their own. A strong, square jaw outlined the bottom of his face and there was a small scar cutting across his left eyebrow.
A smile played at Joey's lips as she remembered the origins of that scar; they had been playing baseball in Dawson's backyard when they were 11 and Pacey had told Joey that she ran like a girl, which she undoubtedly did but didn't like having that fact pointed out to her so she had thrown the baseball at him, aiming for his arm but her aim was not very good (another thing Pacey had pointed out in earlier games) and she had beaned him above the eye. Blood had instantly started pouring out where she had split the skin, she couldn't aim but she could throw with power, especially when she was provoked. Pacey had fallen to the ground, more to frighten Joey than anything, and started hollering that he was going to die. Joey had ran into the Leery's house, looking more girlish than ever with her arms flying and screamed for Dawson's mom to call the paramedics. Behind her she heard Pacey's shouts melt into laughter and she had been so angry that not only had Pacey tricked her but that she had actually felt bad for him. And now here she was, remembering that and feeling a familiar rush of emotion, caring for Pacey, loving him more than she would have ever thought possible and hating him at the same time.
His left arm had fallen off the couch and was resting on the floor and Joey ran her hand down it lightly. Taking a deep breath she lifted her hand again and brought it to the side of his Pacey, running her thumb along his lower lip. Joey pulled herself onto her knees and leaned forward to press her lips against his.
Joey jerked her head back when she felt Pacey stir. She raised her eyes to meet his and opened her mouth to explain only to have it silenced by his lips being pressed against hers. Pacey's mouth still felt the same: full, powerful and all together wonderful. It opened slightly as she ran her tongue along his lips, asking to come in. Pacey reached down and pulled her from the floor and onto his lap, keeping a firm grip on her arms, holding her close to him. Joey released Pacey's mouth long enough to move one leg on each side of his hips and went back to kissing him with more hunger than before.
They had never been low in passion and time certainly hadn't put out the fire, in fact, it seemed fueled by it. After a few minutes Joey had to break away to catch her breath. Pacey lips skimmed down her neck and up again, causing her to lose the breath she was trying so desperately to find. It was a lost cause as his hands reached under her wool sweater and ran up her back, pulling her even closer.
Joey squeezed her eyes closed and opened them again. Taking Pacey's head in both of her hands she lifted it up to meet her gaze. "Do you really want this? Because I do and I don't know if I can stand it if you stop and leave me again. We have both grown up since Capeside and I think we can do this but it doesn't matter unless you agree with me Pacey."
Pacey smiled slightly and leaned his forehead against Joey's. "I really want this, but not tonight, I think we need a little more time to get used to each other again. But don't worry, if tonight is a sign of anything, being with you in every possible way isn't something I can or will avoid for long. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes, as long as you do me one favor," Joey smiled.
"What's that?"
"Come sleep with me, you just don't look comfortable on this couch."
