A KISS IS JUST A KISS...OR IS IT?

Outside Drue's Apartment

The kiss had started out forceful on his part, but now as they both got into it, it was becoming more and more passionate; which shocked the hell out of Joey. She knew this was wrong--it was Drue, for God's sake--but it just felt too damn good to stop.

"Mm..." Joey moaned as she felt Drue's arms wrap around her waist. Afterwards, she opened her mouth to Drue's tongue; letting her tongue and his meet in a dance of seduction.

She could feel his hands moving up her sides and into her shirt. She then felt his hands on her bare back. His hands were so cold, but the wetness between her legs, and the body heat they were giving to one another was anything but. She was burning up.

Joey wrapped her arms around Drue's neck and leaned further into him. Afterwards, she rubbed herself up against his groin area. Never before had she felt so aroused and she could tell that Drue was just as aroused as her.

Joey ran her hands through Drue's hair, then lowered her hands and ran her fingers over the smooth strands of hair on the nape of his neck.

"Drue, is that you?" asked a familiar voice, almost immediately causing Joey to snap back into reality and break away from Drue, with a wide eyed expression on her face.

Drue looked from Joey to the window where his mother stood, thankfully a rather large plant was standing in the way, so Mrs. Valentine couldn't see who was with her son.

"Yeah, it's me. I'll be in-in a minute," he said, this time looking at Joey and taking in her flushed face and bruised red lips.

"Drue, you have school tomorrow, so tell your little girlfriend goodnight, and come in here this instance!" Mrs. Valentine responded angrily, causing Drue to roll his eyes, and then with one last look at the brunette in front of him, he made his way towards the door to his apartment, slamming it shut a second later after he had gone inside.

What the hell just happened?

By the time Joey got home, it was around eleven. She had only been at the Valentine's for a half-n-hour, but she had needed to walk off her thoughts. She needed to come up with a plan. Should she tell Pacey what happened or should she just forget about the kiss?

As images of the kiss came back into her mind, Joey let out a small groan. She knew that she couldn't forget about the kiss. Drue had awaken every part of her body with that one kiss--parts of her body that no other male had ever gotten to before. Not even Pacey.

Not wanting to think about this right now caused Joey to quickly grab a towel and quietly creep into the hallway bathroom. Half of the guest were probably asleep and all she needed tonight was Bessie yelling at her for coming home late, without calling.

Once inside the bathroom, Joey turned on the hot water and took off her clothes. She threw them carelessly into a pile on the floor before gracefully making a move to step into the welcoming-shower.

"This should help me forget about the day..." Joey absentmindedly commented to herself, before reaching for the sponge that she had brought in the bathroom with her and carefully beginning to apply strawberry scented body wash onto it.

Although she tried to concentrate on the task at hand and not think about Drue and what had happened earlier between them, it soon became a lost cause as the cool gel mixed with the hot water went across her nipples, and the sensation of the brief contact took over her body.

Dropping the sponge onto the floor, Joey brushed a thumb over her nipples and pinched them. She watched as they quickly hardened and then afterwards, she closed her eyes; imagining a pair of bluish green eyes staring at her body, touching her body, kissing her body, and also inside her body.

"Drue..."

This one word slipping out of her lips caused Joey's eyes to snap open in surprise. "What the hell...?"

Feeling very ashamed of herself at the moment, Joey quickly picked up the sponge, that she had dropped earlier, and made a quick move to wash all the places she hadn't gotten to before the brief pause, before turning off the water and then stepping out of the shower.

After drying off and throwing on a pair of shorts and one of Pacey's hockey shirts that she had been accustomed to wearing at night, Joey made her way into her bedroom and then ungracefully flung herself into bed. As the thoughts of earlier came back to her, she couldn't help but throw a pillow over her face, to minimize her screams, and then wonder to herself what would tomorrow bring to her..

Would Drue try to confront her?