And a double update for who patiently waited.
After a long time crying with her face buried on Pacey's chest, Joey finally calmed down. Bess and Bodie had gone inside and their friends headed back to Grams', including Audrey, who claimed she needed to talk to Jen about a guy, in a no subtle way to leave the drama past her. She looked to her boyfriend through tears, as he just looked at her, worried. She noticed he had a cut over his left brow, she touched it very carefully.
"You have to take care of this." She whispered her voice still shaky with tears.
"Are you ok, Jo?" He asked on the same soft tone you would se to a child.
"Yep, I'm fine. Let's get you cleaned." She grabbed his hand, taking him to her bedroom, ignoring Bessie's gaze.
She made him sit on her bed, while she went pick up the first-aid kit she knew Bessie had.
"Joey, what are you doing?" Her sister asked.
"Taking care of my boyfriend." She answered.
"Jo, what was all that about?"
"Bess, not now, please." She begged. "Tomorrow I'll tell you, ok? Now, I just want to be sure he's ok and sleep."
"Joey.."
"Bess, he's sleeping here tonight. I need this. Trust me, nothing will happen."
Bessie wanted to say no, but she knew it was not only about being with Pacey, she needed him to make her forget she had closed her life for the person who had been her best friend all life.
"Ok, but leave the door open." Bessie agreed.
Joey rolled her eyes…the last thing she had on her mind right now was sex…well, since it was Pacey they were talking about, maybe not so the last thing…She left Bess, smiling, and went back to her room, soundly closing it.
"Ouch, Jo, this hurts!" Pacey complained to his girlfriend who was trying to clean the cut he had near his left brow.
"You're such a whiner, Witter." She mocked.
"I'm in pain here; you could at least be kind to me…" He pouted.
"Want me to kiss it better?" She leaned over, kissing his forehead.
"There are other parts of me hurting a lot, Potter" He winked maliciously.
"I should be mad at the way you handled things." She said matter-of-factly, making him look at her confused.
"Joey, what did you want me to do? Let Dawson hurt you?"
"Pacey, he already hurt me when he kissed me in prom. When he took that letter. When he left me here, calling me stupid because I got pregnant." She kneeled beside him, getting his hands in hers, unshed tears in her eyes. "Any physical harm he could do weren't even near to what those did. I lost you for what seemed forever." He smiled, his hand placing one loose strand of hair behind her ear, caressing softly her cheek. "He threatened us, he hurt you. And when you hurt, I hurt too"
"I must look terrible...for you to be saying such things." He stated, his eyes shinning. He could never get tired of those little declarations of love that she'd grown fonder since they got back.
"He looks much worse, sweetheart. Anyway, I want to thank you."
"Thank me? For beating Dawson?"
"No, for being there, being you, taking care of me." She said, with love in her eyes.
He pulled her up, making Joey join him on the bed. He kissed her forehead, and teased her.
"I always knew you had this thing for rough guys…"
"That's enough, Mr. Hero complex." He tickled her. "Ok I admit it, maybe I have something for rough guys…" She retorted, smiling. He kissed her fully on the lips, letting his tongue slip between them, tasting her, that sweet taste that was uniquely hers. She ran her fingers over his hair, deepening the kiss. They ended up falling on the bed, still kissing. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily.
"Jo, we shouldn't…" He mumbled through kisses.
"Why not?" She looked at him through heavy lidded eyes full of desire.
"Joey…since we got back together we've been thinking too much about sex..." He sat back, while she laid there, her eyes trying to find some reason.
"You're worried about what Dawson said…that you are with me only for sex…"
"Jo, I…"
"Pacey, I know that we're not only about sex. You wouldn't last nine months waiting for me to be ready… and now you are the one who is always stopping me and I know that even on our almost situations nothing would happen, cause something is keeping you from do it. What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid of losing you all over again, sex tore us apart last time." He did it; he put his fears in words.
"No, Pace, sex didn't tear us apart. My lies did it." She replied, sitting in front of him.
"Jo, what about Bessie? We're under her roof; I don't wanna get you in trouble." He tried to say, fighting temptation; her hands were working on his shirt's buttons.
"I'll deal with Bess tomorrow. Tonight I want to forget, I want you to make me forget everything but you."
"So, this is about making you forget about Dawson and the fight…"He tried not to show he was a little bit hurt by her words.
"No, Pacey, this is about you. It's about how you look at me, even when you think I don't notice. It's about the way you try to take care of me, no matter what. It's about the way you make my heart beat fast with just one touch." She took his shirt off, followed by the wife beater he always used. He swallowed the lump on his throat; this looked so much like their first time. "It's about all the little things that define us. It's about you finally forgiving me." She was kissing his shoulders, her tongue teasing the pulse on his neck.
"I forgave you a long time ago, Jo." He uttered, trying to ignore that the blood on his veins was reaching boiling temperature.
"I wanna feel forgiven, Pace." She kissed him, and took of her own shirt, standing in front of him on her bra.
"Joey...Bessie is gonna kill me." He was giving in, his mouth touching her face with sweet kisses.
"Pacey, don't you ever get tried of talking? Cause I get tired of talking…" And she kissed him again, making him forget about everything else but her.