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Chapter 5

Wrapping a towel around his waist Pacey put on some deodorant and a bit of his usual aftershave and then stared at himself in the mirror. What he was about to do was undoubtably the stupidest thing he'd ever done. Especially loving Joey as he did. He supposed that love must be innately unselfish because he wanted her happiness above his own. This would apparently make her happy and he had no idea what the lasting damage might be to him. With a sigh that seemed to reverberate around the room he left the bathroom and stood before the door to his bedroom. He took several deep breaths and then took several more before pushing open the door. Joey was lying on her side on his bed facing the door, wearing his discarded tshirt from the day before.

'I was cold,' she stated a little defensiveness in her tone, her eyes flicking over him. He nodded and reached into his underwear drawer for clean boxers. Dropping his towel he pulled them on and then lay on the bed beside her, mirroring her position, both of them on their sides facing each other. He was very careful not to touch her but despite that, and despite his efforts in the bathroom to relieve a little tension, he was painfully hard.

For a long time they lay side by side, eyes locked on one another but not touching. Pacey, on occasion, could be a patient person and he was really hoping his patience would pay off this time.

'Please,' she whispered at length her tone heavy with need and he did a mental cheer. Carefully he moved closer to her, fitting his body up against hers, closer and closer until she could undoubtably feel the physical evidence of his desire pressed tightly against her, up against the heat at the apex of her thighs. Her breath hitched but he didn't move, didn't touch her, merely pressed his face against the curve of her neck, his lips whispering something that was nearly a kiss across the warm skin.

'Pace,' she moaned, a barely audible sound, a sound that made his cock throb and the sound of his blood pumping around his body get louder, but he had to make her want it, make her really, really want it. To stop over thinking and take it even. Infinitesimally he shifted, a delicious fraction of a movement of his hardness against her. That moan came again, her eyes fluttering shut and she shifted her body this time by instinct, the effect clearly pleasurable. Pacey was unable to contain his own deep groan and he kissed softly up her neck and across her chin until she moved her head, her lips colliding with his in a hot, open mouthed kiss, her tongue finding his. The kiss was heady, wild and uncontrolled. All distance between them evaporated as he rolled half on top of her, grinding up against her, listening to her heated breathing, feeling her body arch into his to achieve friction. He felt himself begin to lose control, to have lust and desire overtake his actions and all he could think was that kissing Joey was right. Lying in bed with Joey was right. Except of course it wasn't.

'Fuck,' he muttered breaking the kiss and stilling on top of her. He rested his forehead against hers.

'What?' she frowned, 'what did I do wrong?'

'Oh jeez Jo, nothing, God baby, nothing...' he pressed kisses to her cheeks, the endearment slipping out naturally, 'I just... I was getting carried away...'

'I liked it,' she murmured coyly, rising slightly against him.

'You did?' he felt ridiculously insecure with this girl, but then he had the fact that she had had several bad experiences and no successful ones weighing on him - that and his unrequited love.

'It felt good... Really good,' she wrapped her hands around his face and then leant up ever so slightly and kissed him again, a kiss that was immediately out of his control, his body resuming its thrust against hers desperate for release of any kind. He couldn't seem to get control of his hands and soon they were roaming up under his grey tshirt she'd decided to put on, skirting her bare thigh and finding purchase on the rounded curve of her chest, the soft flesh filling his palm and making him groan. The kiss became increasingly heated, her body arching to meet his,

'Pacey,' she mewled his name her hands dipping down the back of his boxers and driving him harder against her, as he clearly hit the necessary mark. Her breathing was ragged, as he squeezed and teased her chest, the kiss wildly passionate, until she gasped loudly, a staccato of moans as her whole body tensed and then released on a sigh.

'Oh my god Pacey,' she moaned into his neck, holding him as close as possible. He hadn't expected it to be that easy. He'd expected it to take work, that he'd have to help her relax, that she'd fret and over think it. But contrary to all her previous experiences it had been exceedingly easy. He couldn't keep the large, ridiculously sincere, grin from his face.

'And I wasn't even trying,' he mused glibly, wondering if he'd ever be able to stop kissing her and touching her now that he had been allowed.

'That was... I...' her eyes were shut and she looked positively ravished.

'I'm just going to consider you rendered speechless and take it it was good,' he smirked, his face pressed to her neck yet again.

'It was better than good. It was amazing. You're amazing. I think you must officially be the sexiest man alive,' she sounded giddy and Pacey couldn't resist a look at her giddy. He peeked up from his hidey hole and took in her flushed face, her mess of hair that was still wet from her shower. She was grinning impishly at him, all awkwardness gone.

'I told you that you're normal,' he teased and kissed her softly.

'Well that wasn't sex,' she smiled back. 'Or my hand... Or your hand...'

'But you did come,' he stated and she nodded with cheeks turning redder.

'I did which is some kind of miracle.'

'It's not a miracle,' he blushed and she laughed, kissing his cheeks,

'It is. Why has it never been so simple before? I can kind of understand all the fuss now,' she murmured and wriggled against him and then frowned.

'What?' he asked.

'I came and you didn't,' her brow furrowed.

'But this is about you, not me.'

'No...' She shook her head.

'Yes,' he insisted because there had to be a line somewhere and whilst he longed to feel her hands or her mouth on him, he felt that might be crossing the line.

'That doesn't seem fair,' she was still frowning.

'Believe me, I enjoyed that a lot. An awful lot. I can take care of myself.'

'I want to do it,' she stated boldly surprising him, especially as her hand began to edge to the front of his boxers. He put a hand on hers to hold it in place,

'You're with Dawson,' he said and she scowled, 'well you and Dawson is an unresolved situation. At this point you do that for him, not me,' he might not like it but it was the truth. She sobered slightly at that. After a moment of two he rolled off of her but pulled her close, not yet willing to relinquish the closeness. She seemed to feel the same because she curled up against him, pressing her lips to his chest occasionally.

'You know your little boxers are awfully cute,' she mused at length, her warm breath fanning across his chest. He was surprised by his own laugh,

'You're one to make fun of my underwear when you wear those thongs all the time - that's underwear gone up your butt in the extreme,' he teased and she laughed,

'Trust me a vpl in your scrubs is so obvious...'

'A what?' he shimmied down the bed a little so he could press his face into her tshirt covered chest.

'A visible pantie line,' she explained and he laughed.

'My boxer briefs are in part for that reason.'

'And what's the other reason?' she giggled.

'I um...' his cheeks burned, 'I get hard in the loose boxers, they rub and well...'

'Your underwear turns you on?' Her giggle turned into a belly laugh.

'Oh shut it you,' he grumbled.

'Ok, ok...I'll admit the other reason I wear a thong...'

'Go on?' he ran a hand up under her tshirt to rest in the hollow above her hip. She sighed slightly,

'If regular panties go up your bum it is impossible to retrieve them wearing scrubs, or you know when you're in an emergency situation. I learnt that the hard way,' she smiled and he laughed loudly, but then the atmosphere altered as his fingers danced circles on her skin. His hand trailed across her stomach, up and down, exploring the smooth flat skin, tracing her belly button. He held her eyes which were wide, the hazel nearly obscured by the black of her pupils.

'Give me your hand,' he murmured and her hand landed beside his on the flat of her stomach. He placed his hand on hers and guided her hand lower until it brushed between her legs. She jolted and moaned softly. He did it again, this time running her finger and his across the warm wetness between her legs.

'Pacey,' she moaned his name. He did it again but pushed her finger and his inside of her, shifting so he was closer, so she could feel how turned on he was. Using his hand he curled her thumb under his and pressed down until with each movement in and out of her body her thumb rubbed on her clit, under the weight of her palm. The effect was instantaneous and utterly gratifying, as she writhed under their hands, and then at length came undone, crying out much more loudly than the first time, her body tightening around his finger and hers and then slumping into him as their hands fell from inside her. Her hand turned and her fingers threaded through his, and then she turned and kissed him and kissed him so thoroughly he found himself rolling on top of her.

'I think I could stay in bed with you forever,' she murmured into his chest.

'Hmmm, you can stay for the night,' he whispered into her ear and together they pushed back the covers and clambered under. Joey nestled back into his chest and then looked up at him,

'This is ok, right? I mean maybe you don't like to hug? Normally I don't hug but I can't not, not after that...but if you don't like it I'll just be close for a moment and then I'll go. I mean I can go back to my room...'

'Don't go anywhere,' he tightened his hold. 'Please stay right where you are.'

'Ok,' she sighed and he watched her eyes close. He was so screwed. Definitely the dumbest, best thing he'd ever done.

Pacey shifted from sleep and was immediately aware of Joey pressed up against him. Whatever the covers hid, he could feel her nakedness on his thigh, clearly the tshirt she wore had ridden up. He was painfully hard. In fact he wondered whether he'd had an erection for most of the night because he couldn't recall the feeling of clawing desire dissipating at any point. There was a good chance he had been turned on all night and he definitely needed to do something about it. He needed to take action he decided, and he needed to see Joey come one more time before it was all over. Reaching over to his bedside table he grabbed a breath mint and popped it in his mouth allowing the small mint to dissolve on his tongue. Then he shifted slightly, moving until he was pressed against the bare nakedness of her as he pressed his lips to her neck, his hands carving a path up her sides. As he felt her stir he said a little prayer that this would all be ok. Her eyes opened and she looked at him. He stared into those eyes of hers and watched the pupils dilate. He felt like singing but instead gave her a smile, a smile she returned before he pressed his lips to hers.

'No, no,' she stated pushing him away and he froze.

'No?' his heart sank as he moved his hands quickly away from her,

'I want a mint too,' she said quickly with quirked a brow usimg her hands to halt his body's movement away from her and he laughed before reaching back to his bedside table and retrieving a mint. He popped it in her mouth and after a second she attacked his lips, pulling him more fully on top of her until his body was slotted between her thighs and he was rocking against her and feeling about ready to explode in seconds.

'Like that,' she moaned into a kiss and then gasped as his fingers tweaked at her nipple, her body bucking up into his and her hands clawing at his boxers, half pushing them down so her hand was on his bare ass.

'Oh god Jo,' he groaned, 'I'm gonna come and fuck but I want to see your face again as you come,' he tried to create as much friction as possible, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss until she groaned her body stilling tensely for a few moments, her lips parted, her eyes closed, and then she was dropping back to the mattress soporifically. One more movement against her and he groaned, coming for an impossibly long time.

'Well I'm glad that was a little more equal. And so much fun,' she turned into his side after he rolled off of her, kissing his chest.

'So much fun,' he echoed.

'I have to move but I just don't want to. Though I slept better last night than I have in ages,' she smiled at him.

'Well an orgasm will do that,' he smiled back.

'Actually I think it was your mattress. So much nicer than the one on my bed,' she gave him a cheeky smile and so he tickled her.

'Uncle,' she yelled after squealing and fighting him ineffectually for thirty seconds.

'Ok,' he said easily pulling her back up against him.

'I have to go,' she stated again.

'When are you due in?' he asked and she angled his watch toward her,

'Crap. In like half an hour.'

'Ok. I'll get coffee and breakfast, you brush your teeth and dress and I'll drive you.'

'You're the best Pace,' she looked at him adoringly. 'I wish I could spend all day in bed with you.'

'Me too,' he told her honestly and she kissed him, breaking it a couple of minutes later.

'Ok, ok, I'm moving,' she sighed, sitting up and then getting out of bed.

'Well one sec Jo,' Pacey halted her.

'What?' she turned back looking confused.

'I'll be needing my tshirt,' he smirked.

'This tshirt?' she plucked at the tshirt dismissively.

'That tshirt,' he nodded.

'I suppose it is yours,' she sighed dramatically and peeled the tshirt slowly from her body.

'Fuck,' it was the only word Pacey could manage as she exposed herself to him. She looked at him hesitantly for a second but he grinned and held out a hand for the shirt, 'and no throwing it - it's a favourite,' he stated boldly. Slowly she walked toward him, all long legs, perfect boobs, and God, between her legs. He was so hard. 'Right here,' he waggled a finger and watched as she crawled across the bed and over his body,

'Next time you can get it yourself you sexist bastard,' she scolded.

'Next time?' he gave her a lazy smile, his hands covering her ass, running over the smooth skin, a finger grazing between her legs.

'Pacey,' she protested with a whine and then a soft exhale which was more of a whimper than a breath. 'I have to go,' she sunk against him.

'Hmmm,' he agreed pulling her down against himself and kissing her. 'Soon.'