Nice To Meet You Part One �What? You crazy?� Pacey broke into a wide grin, despite himself. Disbelief was written over every handsome feature. �Mm-mm. I wanna stop standing still. I wanna move forward. I wanna come with you.� Joey was sure the words �I wanna� had never tumbled out of her mouth so many times in a row before. �What about Bessie and the B&B? They need you,� Pacey replied, sensibly. He fought back the desire to jump up and down in celebration. �Not as much as I need you, Pacey,� Joey said, honestly. She interpreted Pacey�s widening smile and sigh of relief as an indication that she�d convinced him. Stepping towards the boat, she took in a breath when he wagged a finger at her. �Ah-ah-ah,� Pacey chuckled, grinning outright. Joey held out her hand to him. �Permission to come aboard?� Pacey laughed and grasped her hand. Intently staring down at her, he answered, �Permission granted.� He pulled her up onto the boat and into his arms. Pacey kissed her soundly on the lips. Then he looked back down at her and kissed her again, smacking his lips with hers loudly. The two stared at each other, their goofy grins matching each other. After a minute, Pacey critically looked at her. �Jo, do you have any luggage?� �No.� Her eyes widened. Pacey raised an eyebrow and continued. �Clothing other than what you�re wearing?� �No.� Joey shook her head at him. �No extra underwear?� Again, she shook her head. �How about a swimsuit?� She narrowed her eyes at him. �A toothbrush? Don�t think just because I let you put your tongue in my mouth, I�ll let you borrow my toothbrush.� She giggled. �Were you planning on spending the entire trip naked?� She looked down, blushing profusely. �Cause I could go for that.� Pacey sheepishly grinned at her. �Pace, do you want me to come with you or not?� Joey held her breath and began to wish she hadn�t asked the question at all. �I do,� he quickly reassured her. �But, I was actually planning to leave tomorrow anyways. I was only leaving early because, well...� He looked down and frowned. The image of her brushing past him, barely saying good-bye still played fresh in his mind. �Because of me,� she whispered regretfully. �I�m sorry, Pace.� �What? Nah, I heard a storm system was coming in. Don�t be so full of yourself. Not everything is about you,� Pacey joked lightly, the hurt still creeping into his tone, despite his best efforts. Joey reached up and traced a hand over his cheek gently. Pacey tried to smile unsuccessfully. �Look, let�s get you some clothing and we�ll be on our way soon enough.� He placed his hand over hers. �Okay.� Joey smiled as Pacey quickly jumped off the boat, retying the line. He turned her way and smiled lasciviously. She laughed, carefully stepped off the boat, and followed him, taking his proffered hand in hers along the way. Arriving at the Potter B&B, the two walked into the home quietly. It was empty, silent. Pacey looked at Joey with an eyebrow raised in question. �They�re still at the reception,� she answered. �Oh.� Pacey hesitantly followed Joey to her bedroom. It was different being in her room now that they were together. Or now that they were going to be together. Now that she loved him back. He watched her open dresser drawers from the doorway. She pulled out a few tank tops, a couple pairs of shorts. Then she put them back. She pulled out a light sundress and turned to him, smiling nervously. She put the dress back a second later. She pulled open one drawer and turned pale before his eyes. Glancing sidelong at him, she grabbed various-colored panties and a few lacy bras. She frantically searched for a bag to hide them in, keeping her back to Pacey. Joey�s arms were filled, both hands shaking. She felt things slip through her fingers, stepped over them, absolutely miserable. She heard him behind her, felt his warmth in the room, and grabbed a small blue duffel bag, shoving whatever she�d managed to hold onto in it quickly. He chuckled at the trail of underthings left in her wake. Stepping into the room finally, Pacey bent over to pick up a sheer blue bra. He examined it critically, still watching Joey, now on her hands and knees picking up lost unmentionables. His fingers stroked the nearly see through fabric, eyeing the lace trim. Joey turned around to find him holding it out to her at eye level. She turned crimson and avoided his smirk. Suddenly feeling bad for embarrassing her, he smiled lightly, and tipped her chin up with a gentle finger. �Pacey,� Joey breathed, bringing her lips to his. The kiss was light and searching. Pacey tentatively brushed Joey�s lower lip with his tongue, sighing happily when she opened her mouth to him. Running his tongue along hers slowly, he raised his hands to her face. Joey put a hand in his hair and twisted her fingers in the smooth strands. She nervously ran another hand underneath his gaudy Hawaiian shirt. Feeling the strong muscles of Pacey�s abdomen tighten and ripple beneath her palm, her pulse quickened. She rubbed upward, feeling the heat from his body, stopping only when she felt his nipple harden under the tips of her searching fingers. Pacey broke from the kiss then, taking in raspy breaths. He stared down at her intensely. Joey licked her lips hungrily and Pacey lifted her onto the bed. Straddling her, he tightly held her hands. Pacey carefully laid down on top of Joey and affectionately kissed her nose. She laughed and returned his kiss with a chaste peck on his cheek. Then she did something that took Pacey�s breath away. Joey arched her hips towards his and rocked against him experimentally. Once, twice. She smiled that stupid half smile and craned her neck up towards him. She kissed him just behind his ear and blew her cool breath against his skin. Pacey thrust down against her, letting his teeth graze her neck slowly. Joey squirmed beneath him, her body beginning to ache. It had been too long since they�d held each other. There had been the barely touching torture of prom and the two weeks of absolute avoidance. It had been nearly a month since they�d held each other so intimately and even those moments had been primarily of the stolen season variety. It almost scared Joey how much she wanted Pacey now. After all, now she appeared to have access. His body was warm and close. He smelled salty, like the sea. She nuzzled her nose into his cheek and felt him press into her again. She felt him hard against her. For the first time. Joey let out a small sound, a gasp that ended in a giggle. Her face was flushed crimson when Pacey drew back a little to look at her. His voice was soft, soothing. �We can stop, Jo.� She pulled him back toward her, burying her blush in his shoulder. �Not yet,� she whispered, �Pacey.� His name came out almost reverant and Joey self-consciously giggled again. Then he trailed a line of fiery kisses along her clavicle and her hips bucked up against him of their own accord. In the process of rocking against one another the two failed to hear the front door open. They missed the sounds of footsteps padding around the kitchen, jovial conversations just in the distance. Joey didn�t even hear the door to her room open. The first thing they heard was the gasp from Bessie. She stopped dead in the doorway staring at the teenagers, who in turn stared back at her, disheveled and beet red. Pacey couldn�t even seem to stifle the foolish grin that felt permanently etched on his face. Joey didn�t quite manage to disentangle her legs from Pacey�s. So she stayed where she was, one leg between his, very much underneath him. One of his arms was still wrapped tightly around her waist, the other played with the tips of her fingers. Bodie let out a loud belly laugh from where he stood behind Bessie. She elbowed him in the stomach and glared at Joey and Pacey. Bodie rubbed his stomach and frowned at Bessie. |