Love Me : Part 1
By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: NC -17... don't read it if you're too young!
Distribution: Take it anywhere...just tell me first.
Summary: Takes place during season 2.
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"So, you're not going to do it?"
"Pacey! We kissed once!" Dawson exclaimed. He rested his head in his hands and wished he could disappear. The inside of cop car was really not the place he wanted to be. And discussing his love life with Pacey didn't help either.
Pacey sighed. "But you've had all this subtext for years anyway. Why not jump in headfirst?"
"That's something you would do, Pace. Not me."
"Are you calling me a whore?"
"Yes." Dawson laughed. Pacey was irritating, but hanging out with him did always guarantee a smile or two. "Look, you're not a slut, Pacey. You're just..."
"Easy?"
"You've had sex with one woman. That doesn't make you easy."
"Horny?"
"Definitely."
"Okay, how did this conversation suddenly shift from you to me?"
"I'm very good at changing the subject without the other person noticing."
"Well, I noticed. So, tell me more about what happened with Joey."
"I didn't press you for details about Tamara."
"That would be a thirty-second conversation."
"Just like your first time?"
"Exactly." Pacey gazed out the window of the squad car. He could faintly make out Kristy Livingstone's sauntering, blonde figure. Before he could doubt himself, he pulled over.
"Pace, what are you doing?"
"Kristy!" She turned around and Pacey felt his heart jump up into his throat. She looked at him, honestly puzzled. "You...you need a ride?" he managed.
"Thanks!" she squealed and got in the back seat. "I so did not want to walk," she said breathlessly.
"Yeah," Dawson mumbled, "it's so far away." Pacey shot him a look that said, Don't screw this up for me. Dawson nodded.
"You're Dawson, right?" Looking shocked, he managed to breathe a yes. "And, um, don't tell me! It's Pacey?"
Only Dawson saw the goofy grin that spread across Pacey's face. "Yeah."
Kristy smiled. She knew his name very well. Until she had found out that he was a sophomore she had been planning on asking him out. He was so obviously interested. There were countless times when she had been walking down the hall and saw him staring at her. Kristy thought it was absolutely adorable the way his cheeks turned pink and he turned away.
They pulled into the school parking lot alongside a deep green Saab. The new girl from the country club was inside, trying to organize her things before getting out.
"Hi, Andie!" Kristy said cheerfully. "How's it going?"
Pacey watched Kristy intently. She's so gorgeous, he thought. But who's this girl?
"Great, thanks!" Andie replied. her eyes swept over to Pacey and Dawson who were standing awkwardly next to Kristy.
"Andie McPhee, I'd like you to meet Dawson and Pacey. I'm pretty sure you guys are in the same grade. Tenth, right?" she asked Pacey.
"Yeah."
Kristy carefully flipped her hair over one bare shoulder. She saw Pacey take in a sharp breath and tried her hardest not to laugh. "Thanks for the ride. It was really sweet of you to stop," she said. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and walked off.
Instantly, Pacey's hand flew to the spot where her lips had met his skin. Dawson snickered at Pacey. He tried to act tough, but inside he was just as much a hopeless romantic as Dawson.
"Come on, Pace, we're going to be late."
Pacey shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. "Right. Nice meeting you, Andie."
"Ditto," she said casually. Damn, she thought. I have got to get Kristy to fix me up with him.
*~**~*
"Hey," Joey greeted Dawson. He put one hand on her waist and pulled her in for a quick kiss. It was best to get the second kiss over with, he thought.
Pacey watched the couple, feeling slightly out of place. "I'll just leave you two alone."
Rolling his eyes, he began to walk in the direction of his first class. His heart nearly skipped a beat and he felt himself getting the shivers when he saw Kristy lean down to get a drink of water. He could have sworn she winked at him as she let her tongue slip between her lips.
She stood upright and motioned for him to come over. Pacey felt a trickle of sweat run down his back. Never, ever in his life had a cheerleader taken one moment to acknowledge his presence, much less invite him to speak with her.
"Hey, Kristy," he managed, trying to sound calm.
"Hi," she said in a husky voice. "I wanted to ask you something."
"What?"
"I was wondering if you could give me a ride home. Could you?"
Pacey tried not to faint. "Sure."
"Cool, I'll meet you outside when school gets out. Bye, Pacey." She gave him a little wave and his eyes followed her all the way into her classroom. His luck was unreal.
"Damn, Pace, didn't know you were such a ladies man," Jen said, laughing. "Kristy Livingstone?"
"Yeah," he mumbled. "I think I must have landed in bizarro Capeside or something."
"You and me both. Was that Dawson and Joey kissing over there?"
"Absa-tootin-lootely. They're the hot new item."
"Wow, I never thought they'd shut up long enough to actually start a relationship."
"You think you know someone, right?"
Jen nodded and sighed. "I gotta get to class. Want to walk with me?"
"Why not?" Pacey said cheerfully and took Jen's arm. Andie caught a glimpse of the pair and frowned.
"Must be some kind of stud..."
*~**~*
Pacey looked at his watch again. School got out at two-thirty. It was now two-fifty. Should he wait longer or try to salvage some dignity?
"Sorry, I'm late," Kristy apologized. "I had to stay after 'cause I forgot some homework."
"No problem." Pacey pulled out of the lot. "What street do you live on?"
"The corner of Oak and Valley."
They didn't speak over the short period of time they were driving. Pacey was sure something stupid would spill out of his mouth if he just tried to make small talk. It didn't, however, stop him from frequently glancing at the way Kristy's short skirt was riding up slowly.
He pulled into the driveway and Kristy got out. "See you tomorrow," he said.
"You don't want to come in?"
Pacey blinked a few times. "Come in your house?"
"Yeah, no one's home."
Pacey nearly choked. "Okay," he managed.
She waved her hand to allow him to go in front of her. What an ass, she thought wickedly. She carefully brushed against him to unlock the door and saw his cheeks turn pink.
"Sorry, it's kinda messy in here."
"Looks as neat as a pin compared to my house." Pacey covered his mouth with his hand. Did I just say "neat as a pin"?!
Kristy giggled and grabbed his hand. "Come here, I want to show you my room." She lead him down a hallway and down a flight of stairs. There appeared to be only one room on this lower level. "It's the best room in the house. I have so much privacy."
"I bet," he squeaked. Is she flirting with me?! "Nice room." He took in the sky blue rug and creamy walls. Her bed was at least a Queen and had a large, striped comforter.
She sat down and crossed her legs. "Sit down," she ordered, patting the spot next to her on the bed.
Pacey tugged on the hem of his shirt, wishing he hadn't frosted his hair that morning. And wishing he'd wore something decent.
"I like your hair. It's a good look for you." She ran her fingers through it casually, scraping his scalp with her fingernails. Pacey filed away the sensation in his head, to recall later.
"I think it looks kind of dumb."
"No!" she protested, intentionally rubbing harder. "I love it."
"Thanks," he whispered.
She leaned in so that her lips were brushing his ear. "Can I tell you something, Pacey?"
"Sure."
"I like you. Do you like me?"
"Yes," he hissed. He could feel her breath, hot against his face. Her tongue snaked out and traced his earlobe. "Very, very much."
"Good." She turned his head with her hand and forced her soft, full lips against his. Parting his lips with hers, she slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth. He returned the kiss vigorously, letting out a soft moan as her hands rubbed his chest and back.
Gently, he pushed her way. "Kristy, is this going to be just a one time thing?"
"No." She winked at him and lifted her dress over her head. Pacey's mouth fell open as he realized she hadn't been wearing a bra with her little tank dress.
"Oh my."
"Never seen them before?"
"No, I mean, yes. I mean, um, I forget."
She giggled and took his hands in hers. "You have nice hands, Pacey, nice and big. Put them to good use."
Pacey didn't need any more motivation. Thank god for Tamara he thought. She had taught him a few tricks of the trade before she left, and they could finally come in handy. His hands rubbed her stomach first, then slipping up to cup her breasts. He lowered his mouth to one breast and let his tongue go to work, as his other hand busied itself.
"That's nice," she whispered. "That's very nice." Pacey couldn't be sure, but he thought he could see her biting her lip very hard. he tried to ignore the way his pants were tightening. Damn him for wearing an old pair that was too tight to begin with.
She put one finger under his chin and lifted him up to eye level. "You look uncomfortable," she observed.
"Yeah."
"Can I help?"
Strangely, Pacey lost use of his mouth. Only squeaking sounds were coming out.
"I'll take that as a yes."
With a delicate hand she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Pacey watched her manicured nails disappear. He moaned loudly as her cool hands touched him in places he'd only touched himself.
"You like that?" He could only nod. Suddenly a loud sound could be heard from upstairs. "Damn! That's the garage. My parents are home." She painfully zipped him back up, watching him wince. "You can't come upstairs like that. Stay down here for a few minutes. I'll be back."
He heard her steps on the stairs. He groaned, his erection was quite painful, especially zipped up in a pair of tight pants. A couple minutes went by, though they felt like hours, and she came back in.
"I told them I was tutoring you. They won't bother us." She looked down at the tent his arousal had made. "We'll have to take care of that."
END OF PART 1
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