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�I want you, in bed, now!� Joey commanded. Pacey wagged his eyebrow at her suggestively. �I knew you couldn�t resist me.� �Very funny Pacey. You really need to give that foot some rest. So get into bed now!� �I love it when you play dominatrix, Potter.� �In the time that you�ve known me and that one, emphasis on ONE, time that we had sex when did I actually play dominatrix?� �Okay so maybe never. But we could always start. Besides we need to change that ONE into a two, three, four, h/ell infinity!� �Pace�as much as I would love to have sex with you right now somehow I don�t think your foot is up to it.� �It�s not my foot that needs to be �up� to it, Jo.� �Pig!� �You love me, admit it.� �I loathe you.� �What�s that? You love me! Awww�Potter, how nice of you to say so.� Even with his injured ankle Pacey still managed to twine his arms around Joey and pulled her down onto the bed. �I love you Potter.� �I love you Witter.� Their lips touched. His tongue flicked out trailing the outline of her mouth before his teeth grazed and nibbled on the rosy lower lip. It was a kiss filled with passion and familiarity and yet inspite of the old it was igniting something new, something both Pacey and Joey had been waiting forever for. �Have I mentioned how beautiful you look?� Pacey asked his fingers tracing the bare skin of Joey�s shoulders. �Yes but you can never say it enough.� Joey teased and yet the blush that colored her face was so reminiscent of the young, insecure girl who was utterly convinced of her ugly duckling status that it tugged at Pacey�s heart. It was as if their past selves were mixing with their futures selves to create a present. God only knew how much Pacey suddenly felt like the horny, pubescent, awkward teenage boy he had been. In some ways it was embarrassing that he could be so easily reduced to such a state and yet at the same time it was a testament of just how much Joey Potter still continued to affect him. �I could never say it enough.� Pacey agreed. �Beautiful. So beautiful.� He murmured between kisses as the zip of Joey�s dress came undone and was slowly slid off. His eyes seem to devour her naked self and Joey never felt more beautiful than in under Pacey�s gaze. Her hands were trembling and she felt like a novice as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. It brought back memories of the last and only time the two of them had been in such a situation. She had felt so awkward and odd that last time, her fingers trembling at the strangeness of the situation while she and Pacey had joked about the decrease in sexual tension as the night progressed. Now here they were, years later, in basically the same situation only the sexual tension had not increased; it had only grown and accumulated. �Remember the last time we were like this?� Joey asked. �How could I forget?!?� Pacey laughed acknowledging the foolishness of his younger self. �I can�t believe I actually thought that one night of sex would get rid of the sexual tension.� �Honestly I think that one night made it worse.� �You do?� Pacey was clearly surprised. �But you gave no indication!� �It was meant to be a one off thing remember? Our little experiment and then we were �just friends� again.� �You and me, Potter. We can never be �just friends�.� �I think you�re right.� Joey nodded. Pacey�s shirt fell to the ground. Joey�s hands moved lower to cup the prominent bulge that pressed against her thigh. Slowly her hands stroked his member and even through the thick of his pants Joey could feel Pacey twitch and react to her touch. Meanwhile Pacey�s fingers were busy tracing circles across Joey�s breasts and watching in fascination as her nipples hardened in response. His tongue flicked out to taste the ever so slightly salt flavour of skin. A trail of saliva lay on Joey�s left breast as Pacey bent his head a blew air watching once more for the tiny shivers that ran across Joey�s body. Pacey lowered his head and took her left breast into his mouth and became to suckle in earnest. �Ow!� Amidst the pleasure was mind numbing pain. Pacey winced as surges of pain coursed through his foot and he could feel his ankle throbbing. Rolling off Joey, Pacey lay still on his bed. �Are you okay?� Joey asked concerned. �I�m fine. I think I just accidentally moved my ankle into the wrong position.� Joey crawled downwards to examine his foot. It was definitely an ugly purple-black colour. Passion disappeared and worry took place. Pulling one of Pacey�s shirts over her head Joey got out of bed. �Hey! Where are you going?� Pacey protested. �I�m going to get more ice for the swelling and some ointment and a bandage for your ankle.� �Okay. But come back soon so we can�� �Not tonight Pacey.� �But Jo!� Pacey whined. �You just hurt your foot again Pacey because we got too carried away. I�m not going to take that risk with your ankle. It�s already badly twisted as it is. I don�t need you causing further injury to it.� Joey�s voice was firm and unrelenting. Just like a little boy Pacey�s pouted and tried the �puppy dog plea�. For once it was ineffective on Joey Potter. �Pacey I don�t want you to hurt yourself. Not for a night of passion. There will be plenty of nights for that later.� �Promise?� Pacey asked, still with the lilt of a little boy. �I promise.� With the promise elicited Pacey let Joey go to get the necessary items. She returned shortly, rubbing ointment and bandaging Pacey�s right ankle before she applied ice to decrease the swelling. �You know that ice and ointment did wonders. Plus I think you have magic hands. My foot is really feeling much better and�� �Pacey.� Joey warned although she sympathised with his plight. A plight she also shared. �Not tonight.� �Well could you just sleep with me. I just want to go asleep with you in my arms and to wake up with you in my arms.� �That I can do.� Joey smiled as she crawled into Pacey�s bed and carefully situated herself on his left side. She fell asleep in his arms with Pacey gently stroking her hair. Although Joey had managed to reduced Pacey back to the hormonal, sex-crazed teen and although he was still as horny as h/ell, Pacey could not help but feel that the best part of the night had occurred. Joey Potter, in his arms, sleeping. Pacey still marvelled over the discovery that Joey did love in him, in the �more-than-friends� kind of way. And while sex between them would be fantastic and great when it finally occurred again, it was having the woman he loved with him as he went to sleep that was the most fulfilling experience in the world. With that thought in mind Pacey Witter closed his eyes and dreamed of his reality.
Pacey slowly rotated his ankle without feeling the slightest bit of pain. After weeks of being incapacitated by his d/amn ankle, Pacey was now ready for some action. Walking around the room, taking a little skip of joy Pacey prepared for tonight. It was a night he had been eagerly anticipating, a night to remember. He felt all sappy and way too high with nerves and excitement as he surveyed the room. Pacey had rushed home early from work to shop frantically and to prepare for tonight. After hours of work and effort there were now candles that lit the room and the apartment completely dark except for the flame of the candles and the light of the night stars. There was a sweet smelling scent in the apartment reminiscent of the roses that grew at the side of the Potter B&B, roses that Lillian Potter had planted. As Joey entered the room her eyes widened as she saw the shadow of Pacey standing by the window and heart constricted with feeling. The atmosphere was simple but romantic and Joey wondered how long it had taken Pacey to set this all up. The fragrance of roses reminded Joey of Capeside, of her mother, of being loved. There was a bottle of Joey�s favourite wine on the table with two glasses already set out. �You did all this for me?� Joey asked. �Well for me too.� Pacey agreed. �Get me drunk so you can have your wicked way with me?� �Well you know me Jo. Two track mind. Sex and alcohol.� �Two track mind, huh? Well I suppose it is better than a one track mind.� �Drink your wine Potter. You�re talking too much. Time you got drunk so I can have my wicked way with you.� �You don�t need to get me drunk to have your way with me. Pace.� �Is that so? D/amn!! Then I just wasted some good money on this bottle of wine when I didn�t even need it!� Pacey slapped his forehead. �I appreciate the thought. For everything Pace. Everything.� �It�s the least I can do because you mean that much to me Jo and more than I could ever possible show you.� �Well I do know of one way you could show me.� Joey commented coyly her finger playing with the top button of her shirt. �Lead the way.� Pacey replied his mouth already dry. Joey slowly stroked Pacey�s fingers. Her touch gentle and caressing as she brought his hand to the top of her chest. Their hands remained still for close to a minute. His hand touching the barest of skin and the cotton material of Joey�s shirt while her hand lay pressed onto his, holding his hand in position. He could feel her chest moving up and down as she breathed. Pacey could hear her breathing. He could hear himself breathing. Air moving in and out in a steady rhythm, a constant, steady flow of movement from out of her mouth and into her mouth. Pacey�s mouth was extraordinarily dry and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. They were standing there, motionless like two immovable statues. Time ticked by as they stood just breathing. In and out. Inhaling and exhaling. And then all of sudden there was movement again. The slightest twitch of Pacey�s hand. Joey�s hand moved away from Pacey�s, releasing her hold over him; releasing them both so that they were now free to move. With movement came the inevitable.
�Stop that!� Jen demanded. �Stop what?� Joey asked confused. �Stop that glowing thing you keep on doing!� �I am not glowing!� �Yes you are! Your face is practically radiating light!! It�s disgusting!!� �Jen I have no idea what you�re talking about!� �Yes you do. I�m talking about the fact that I�ve never seen you more happy in your life.� �I�ve never felt this happy in my life.� �So things with Pacey are good?� �Wonderful.� �Just how wonderful?� �Jen?!? You are not asking what I think you�re asking!� �Why not?!?! C�mon Joey, dish the goss. Give me the details!! Inquiring minds want to know.� �Tell that mind of yours to inquire somewhere else.� �C�mon Jo!! You have to share!! You have to give me every single, itty bitty, juicy detail. I mean look at me. Poor single, sex-deprived Jen with no prospects.� �No prospects?? Jen!! Have you looked at the scores of men lining up to go out with you??� �Yes. But none of them are Pacey. I mean have you ever looked at the size of his shoes?? And he had great, wonderful hands. And I�ve had a peek at Pacey�s equipment and it�s definitely quality material.� �Jen!!!� �Don�t get all coy with me Joey. I mean you and I both know that sex with Pacey is going to be good. In fact I know it must have been freaking fantastic because it�s not just the two of you hitching up that�s causing that glow!� �I�m not pregnant Jen!� �I never said you were. I was referring to the �I�ve just had the best sex in my life� glow that you�re radiating.� �Okay. So it was good.� Joey admitted. �Good??!!?? That�s not good enough!! I want details. Explicit, intricate details. And I want them now.� �Well.� Joey whispered. �We were in the lounge room. We were just standing there, his hand on mine. His hand resting on my chest. It just the two of us breathing, no movement at all.� �And then??� �And then a hand twitched. Maybe a finger. I can�t remember if it was his or mine but it was like a storm of movement after that.� �So give me more Joey.� �It was incredible. Truly incredible.� Joey blushed remembrance. �In fact Pacey did this thing with his tongue and my bellybutton. Amazing! Oh and imagine this!! Pacey with a bucket of ice and then he did this twisty thing with his body, you know I never knew how flexible Pacey could be. With the various positions he can manoeuvre himself into why I doubt I�ll ever have a dull moment for the rest of my life.� �Okay. Okay. I get it � Jen sighed. �It�s none of my business.� �Exactly.� Joey affirmed. �Although I know from the glowy thing you�re still doing that it was d/amn good.� Jen observed.
�So just how good are we talking here?� �Aren�t you meant to be gay, Jack?� �Well I want to know what I missed out on. It�s only natural Pacey.� �I�m not giving you the details of my sex life McPhee.� �Not even a tiny little morsel.� �Not even a tiny little morsel. It�s just wrong to talk like Joey like this. She�s not some random girl�or guy in your case.� �You�re no fun.� Jack pouted. �I�m still not telling you anything Jackers.� �Not even how long you guys were at it? Or how many times you made Joey�.� �JACK!� �What??� �I should wash your mouth out with soap.� �Since when did you become a prude?� Pacey glared at Jack. �Okay, okay, I get it Witter. No details of what happened between the two of you.� �Good. I�m glad you got it straight.� �Speaking of being gay�� �I didn�t realise we were.� Pacey commented with a laugh. �Well we are now. Speaking of being gay did I tell you about what Robert and I did last night?� �No. What happened?� �Well. While you and Joey were busy, Robert and I were also busy.� �Do I really want to know this?� �Well Robert has the must gorgeous a/ss a guy could ask for. Tight and firm and totally squeezable.� �Jack, I really don�t think I need�.� �And boy is Robert big. Probably not as big as you but�� �You�ve thought about how big I am?!?� Pacey screeched. �Well of course Pacey. Besides it�s not that hard to guess what with the size of your morning wood.� Pacey�s face went a slight whitish colour. �Anyway as I was saying. Robert and I are naked in bed. His body is firmly pressed against mine and he has the most incredible tongue. I think you and Robert must have a lot in common Pace.� �You do not know what my tongue is like!� �But a guy can imagine! Anyway Robert did this incredible thing where he came up from behind and�� �STOP IT!!! Please Jackers!! STOP IT!!� �What you don�t want to hear the details of my sex life?� �I think I�m going to throw up.� A very pale looking Pacey raced to the bathroom. |
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