| "An Excursion of Love" by Kitka Rating: R for non-explicit sexual content Genre: Romance Spoilers: Various spoilers for the second season Summary: Pacey and Andie enjoy a day out at sea. Disclaimer: Andie McPhee, Pacey Witter, Dawson's Creek, and all other characters mentioned within are all � & TM their respective owners and are used without permission. Everything else is � & TM the author, Kitka. I make absolutely no profit whatsoever off of this story. all other characters mentioned within are all � & TM their respective owners and are used without permission. Everything else is � & TM the author, Kitka. I make absolutely no profit whatsoever off of this story. "Good morning, Pacey!" The cheery voice caught his attention, and he smiled as he turned to catch sight of the beautiful young woman walking down onto his boat. The golden rays of the early morning sun enveloped her, causing her short, blonde hair to shimmer and his fingers to ache to run through her silky strands. His smile grew, and his heart skipped a beat as he continued to watch her descend, his breath completely stolen away by the angel that had chosen to gift him with her presence. Andie's own heart skipped a beat as their eyes met and he watched her every move. She had never been able to understand how he managed it, but he seemed to grow even cuter with each new day. The dazzling smile that he granted her as she descended into his boat made her feel as if she were walking on clouds instead of the wooden steps. "Cat got your tongue?" she teased him gently with a mischievous grin as her blue eyes sparkled. "You know who's got my tongue, McPhee," he informed her with a grin that spread even further across his handsome face, "and it's not any cat." "Then who could it be?" she asked innocently, barely able to contain the laughter that bubbled deep inside her throat as he began to walk toward her. He reached her quickly and, before answering her question, reached out to softly caress her face with the back of his hand. The soft brushing of his knuckles across her skin sent shivers of delightment racing through Andie, and her heart skipped another beat as his lips descended towards hers, his eyes gazing adoringly into her own as they did so. "You know very well that it's you." His soft voice was husky with the emotions that she set boiling within him, but his lips were as gentle as a delicate Spring breeze when they pressed a reverent kiss upon her eager lips. Andie's lips parted under his, granting him permission to deepen their kiss, even as she returned his passion. One of her arms slipped around his waist while one of his wrapped gently around her delicate form. His right hand cupped the small of her back even as his left brushed against her right hand while moving in to wrap his fingers around the handle of the picnic basket she carried. She released her grip on the basket, allowing him to set it gently down on the floor. He then brought her even closer to him, but his right hand returned to softly caress her cheek. Their kiss lasted several minutes before they finally forced themselves to break apart. Her cheeks were flushed, and he admired the way it highlighted her lovely features even as he strove to contain himself. All he wanted was to bring her back to him and gently ravish her, branding her skin with his lips while proving his undying love once again to her, but he knew that if they began that now, they would never get out to sea that day. They had planned this outing for a couple of weeks now, and he'd be damned if he ever knowingly disappointed her. "Why don't you take the basket over there," he suggested, nodding to a safe place on the boat where it would not be in any risk of falling overboard, "while I cast us off?" As he spoke, he forced himself to turn away from her. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to return to kissing her, but she knew that if they continued, neither of them would be able to stop. Although she eagerly anticipated when they would again be able to feel each other's love, she still wanted to be able to have the day they had planned. "I can help," she reminded him even as she hurried to comply with his suggestion. At least, the physical activities would help to relax her hormones; besides, she liked working with him almost as much as she liked having fun with him. As soon as she had placed the basket in the spot he had indicated, she turned to help him. Soon, they were sailing out to sea. ~*~*~*~ Although he knew he should be paying more attention to the steering, Pacey could not manage to stop his eyes from constantly wandering over to his love. He had thought she was an angel when she had been bathed in the early morning sunlight, but she was even more beautiful as she leaned against the railing, her slender back to him as she gazed out over the crystal blue waters. Gentle breezes played with her hair, running unseen fingers through it and causing her short hair to flutter out behind her head; those same breezes carried on past her to wrap the intoxicating scent of her perfume around his nose, tempting him to forget about his work and just go to her. He could not help but to wonder if even a goddess could have been any more gorgeous than his Andie. Andie turned suddenly to face him, and her beautiful smile took his breath away even more than it already had been. "What about here?" she called to him over the splashing of the waves as she began to walk toward him. He had to force himself to tear his eyes away from her to cast a surveying glance around the area they had came to. Beautiful blue water stretched as far as his eyes could see, and the only sounds other than theirs and the splashing of the waves were the seagulls' cries from far above. His smile grew as he nodded his agreement and ceased steering. "I'll cast the anchor down," he told her even as she headed for the picnic basket. ~*~*~*~ Pacey could scarcely believe his eyes when he returned to find the feast stretched out over their blanket, leaving just enough room for them to sit on the outskirts of the blanket. He had expected nothing more but sandwiches and perhaps a bit of cake, but she had surprised him by baking not only a golden poundcake but also a chicken and a fresh loaf of bread. She was still pouring lemonade from a pitcher into their cups when he returned. "You cooked all this?" he asked. She looked up at the sound of his surprised voice, and a dazzling smile lit up her face as her eyes met his. "You don't trust my cooking, Witter?" she questioned him with a teasing grin. "Of course I do, McPhee," he told her instantly. "I can't wait to bite into it; I know it's going to be delicious. You just surprised me." Her eyes danced as she admitted, "I do try." "And you do a heck of a good job at it, sweetheart," he told her as he sat down beside where she knelt and reached out for their paper plates. He filled both their plates while she grabbed their napkins and then settled down. He handed her one of the matching plates, and her hand brushed against his as she took it from him. That gentle touch sent sparks shooting through both, and their eyes met again as their smiles grew. She handed him his napkin, and he willingly complied to her need to bless the food before they ate. No further words needed to be spoken as they then set about eating, enjoying the peaceful sounds of the sea and reveling in each other's company. They had barely finished eating when Andie accidentally left a few crumbs of cake on one of the corners of her lips. Pacey could not resist reaching out to gently wipe the crumbs from her mouth nor the temptation to then offer her what she had left. Her lips softly wrapped around his thumb, and her mouth parted around his tender flesh just enough to allow her tongue to gently lick the crumbs from his thumb. The erotic feeling set his world to wheeling, and when her lips lifted off of his thumb, he could not resist the urge to lean over and capture her lips. |
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