Love Me : Part 2
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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Kristy sat in front of her mirror, carefully French-braiding her hair. Pacey Witter was asleep on her bed. She smirked at the look of pure contentment on his face.
Tomorrow would come and she would have to make a choice. It was a Breakfast Club type decision. And she was definitely feeling a little Molly Ringwald inside of her.
"Pacey, Pacey, what am I going to do with you?" she wondered aloud. A loud knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Honey? Are you nearly done studying? Dinner's on the table," her mother called. Kristy watched the knob turning back and forth. "Sweetie, why is the door locked?"
"I didn't want anything to interfere with our studying, Mom," she answered in an innocent voice. "I'll be up in ten minutes."
"Okay, dear, take your time." Kristy heard her mother's dainty footsteps on the stairs.
"Yes, Mother dearest," she spat. "Get up, Pacey," she groaned, standing on her feet. She grabbed his ankles and shook as hard as she could. Pacey sat up quickly and moaned.
"Oh, man, I was having the best dream," he complained good-naturedly. An adorable smile formed. "How long have I been out?"
"About an hour. You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to bother you."
"Bother me for what?"
"More," she answered slyly. Pacey leaned forward and kissed her firmly on the mouth. She shoved him gently. "Pacey Witter, I do believe you just slipped me the tongue."
"Me? I'm a gentleman, I would do no such thing." Kristy laughed. Before he had seemed very shy and nervous around her, but now a cocky bravado was in place and she had to admit, it was very appealing.
"I have to have dinner now. I guess you should get out of here."
Pacey pouted. "If that's the way you want it." He stood and tried his best to straighten his clothes. "Hey, something's missing." His blue eyes searched the room. "Where's my underwear?"
"Underwear?" she asked. "You lost your underwear?"
"Hey, I had them on when I came." Pacey blushed. "You know what I mean."
"They have to be somewhere." Clad only in a pair of panties and a bra, Kristy bent over as many times as she could, looking for the missing undergarment. As she had anticipated, Pacey grabbed her hips from behind and pulled her against him.
"You really enjoy torturing me, don't you?" he asked in a low voice.
"Am I?"
"Oh, yes."
"I'll tell you what, big boy. I'll bring your boxers to school tomorrow, if I can find them." She grinned. "Pick me up at seven tomorrow?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now get the hell out. I'm done with you, slave."
"Ooh, you're so sexy when you're demanding."
*~**~*
"Where exactly are we going, Pacey?" Joey asked, annoyance very present in her voice. "School is that-a-way."
"But Kristy is this-a-way," Pacey replied.
Dawson looked at Joey and shrugged. "Pacey thinks he's going out with her or something."
"Wet dreams do not make a relationship," Joey snapped. "If I'm late because of your obsession with hollow-headed cheerleaders, I will castrate you."
Pacey stopped at a red light and turned to face Joey. "I'm sorry. All I heard was head." He smirked and turned back around.
"Pig."
"Prude."
"Bite me."
"Sorry, the Divine Miss K might get jealous."
"What is wrong with you? The blonde bitch has a boyfriend! What would she want with a lowlife like you?"
"Sticks and stones, Josephine."
Pacey pulled the car into Kristy's driveway. As promised, she was sitting on the front steps, bookbag in hand. She stood and waved as she walked towards the car.
"Morning, stud," she greeted Pacey. "Hi, Dawson." She looked strangely at Joey. "I'm sorry, I don't think I know your name."
"Joey."
"Oh, hi, Joey!" she said perkily. "Where's my good-morning kiss?"
Winking at Dawson, Pacey leaned in to kiss Kristy.
"Ew, enough tongue?"
*~**~*
"Don't I get a good-bye kiss?" Pacey asked innocently as he and Kristy entered the school.
"Not in here, you don't," she replied nastily. Pacey looked wounded.
Kristy sauntered off, sure that Pacey's eyes were following her.
"I told you she was a bitch," Joey said. Pacey glared at her. "What?"
"Oh, wait!" Kristy cried. Most of the students in the hall stopped to look at her. She reached into her bag. "Pacey, hold on!" She ran over to him with a smile on her face.
"Here's your underwear."
*~**~*
"Pacey Witter, I have been looking all over for you," Jen said as she dropped her lunch onto Pacey's table. "The juiciest gossip has been going around and I want you to set it straight."
"Jen, I have no idea what you're talking about." Pacey grinned and bit his lower lip.
"Kristy Livingstone stole your underwear?" she asked, laughing.
"No, she had it, she didn't steal it."
"And where would she get it?"
"I left it at her house yesterday," Pacey explained. "When we were, uh, studying."
"Oh, please, that is just sad."
Pacey looked hurt. "You don't think I have a chance?"
"No, I didn't think Kristy knew how to study."
"You're baaad," Pacey mumbled.
"So, are you her boy toy now?" Jen asked. "Is she going to start inviting you over to play house?"
"All I know is that yesterday afternoon, I was sitting on Kristy Livingstone's bed with her hand in my pants. If she wants me to be her boy toy, how am I to refuse?"
They both laughed loudly enough to draw attention, but that didn't help them to stop. "She gave you a hand job? Free of charge?"
"Well... I did some pleasuring myself."
"Oh, god, please spare me. I'd rather not vomit everything I've ever eaten onto my new shirt," Joey moaned. Dawson was standing next to her, grinning.
"What shirt?" Pacey asked. "I have to say, Miss Josephine, your wardrobe may have increased, but coverage has definitely decreased."
"Yeah, Jo, what's with the boobage?" Joey blushed furiously at Jen and Pacey's probing questions. "Not that I don't think it's cool, because it is. I respect a woman with cleavage," Jen added.
"No complaints here," Dawson chimed in. Joey glared at him.
"Look, I'm sick and tired of being plain, old Joey. Maybe I'm ready to walk into Victoria's Secret and proudly ask to be directed to the Miracle Bras. I am a woman, you know."
Pacey smiled broadly. "Oh, we know."
"Get over it," she mumbled, sitting down. "Dawson, are you going to stand there and ogle me, or are you going to have your lunch?"
"Given the option," he paused and smirked at Joey's frigid gaze, "I am very hungry."
Joey cast her eyes down towards her plate. The apples of her cheeks were pink. Definitely sexy, Pacey thought. What the hell was that? I've got the head cheerleader giving me hand jobs and I'm thinking about Joey?
"By the way, Pace," Dawson started, "nice undies."
"You've seen 'em before, D-man," Pacey said in a squeaky falsetto, "don't you remember?"
"Please don't talk to me like that ever again, Pacey."
Pacey turned to Jen with a dejected look. "He's so mean to me. Why do I keep taking it?"
"You're a glutton for punishment," Jen said. "Honey, I've been there and it isn't worth it."
"But the sex is so..." He winked at Jen, waiting for Dawson to explode.
"Shut up, Pacey!" Right on cue. Joey was snickering behind her half-eaten sandwich. Dawson's face was completely red.
"I'm sorry, baby, I'll stop," Pacey replied in a soothing voice. He blew a kiss at Dawson and resumed talking to Jen.
"Any prospects for you, Ms. Lindley?"
"Oh, please. No, no way."
"You're too good for all of them anyway," Pacey declared. Jen giggled. "You need a real man, not these little boys."
"What would you know about real men, Pacey?" Joey asked. "I think you'd have to be one to know one."
"He's definitely a man," a voice purred. Pacey tipped his head back and looked up at Kristy. She grabbed his cheeks and kissed him. "Are you coming over again today?"
"I'd be crazy not to."
"Cheesy much?" Joey grumbled. Jen noticed something stronger than irritation in her voice.
"Now there's an idea!" Kristy cried. A devilish grin lit up her face.
"What?" Joey grumbled.
"Cheese." She looked at Pacey. "Kinky."
*~**~*
"Joey, do you have some kind of problem?" Pacey asked, when they were alone during math. Every time he tried to talk to her, she replied in grunts and sentence fragments.
"No, no problem at all," she grumbled.
"Sounds like it," he answered. "Come on, Jo, don't be mad at me."
"Why do you care? Why don't you go bother your little senior head cheerleader girlfriend and leave me alone?"
"Are you jealous?"
"What?! Of her? Get a clue, Pacey. I would never, ever be jealous of that overgrown Barbie doll. Especially since she now has the added of humiliation of being your girlfriend."
"She's not a Barbie doll. You'd know that if you actually talked to her."
"I know exactly how that conversation would go. Hey, Kristy, what's going on? Oh, you mean besides my hair, nail polish and boys? I came up with a new cheer today!" Joey squealed appropriately. "Ra ra, sis boom ba, I've got an IQ of 10 and a Double-D bra! Goooo team!"
"You put a lot of thought into that. Have you considered trying out?"
"Because we all know I have the school spirit," she said, laughing.
"I know she isn't a rocket scientist, but she's a nice girl. She doesn't just think about make-up and boys."
"And you know this from making out with her once?"
Pacey slumped in his chair. "Whatever."
"I bet you're really interested in her for her mind, too. Right, Pace? It was her honor roll status, not her, um, pom poms?"
"If you've got 'em, flaunt 'em. As the saying goes. At least she isn't a sexually repressed, frigid bitch like some people I know." Pacey snorted. "I guess Dawson must carry around antifreeze."
Joey didn't respond. They both should have been supremely pissed off and ready to vow never to speak to one another again. But, surprisingly, Joey found herself slightly enjoying being yelled at and semi-ordered around.
Pacey knew he liked it.
END OF PART 2
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