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From: [email protected] Subject: Revision Hell Potter, Why did I decide to do this for a living, again? Because I gotta tell ya, right now I'm seriously considering going back to being a student - and that's saying a lot, seeing as this *is* Pacey J. Witter speaking. ;-) The fickle-minded creatures that are Anne's employers (and, indirectly or not, mine) just can't seem to make up their minds about *anything*, so it's basically been revision after revision after revision around here. Bumming around in Spain is beginning to sound really, really good. If only I didn't need this job to earn a living. Heh. Jen and Jack dragged me out of the apartment last night and cooked me dinner, saying that I'd been spending "far too much time cooped up in that place all by myself." Dinner wasn't half bad, either - they made chicken and mashed potatoes. I could get used to this. ;-) I miss you, Jo. Talk to you soon. Love, I sit here smiling at the computer monitor for several minutes before remembering that I'm still at the museum and am most likely looking like an idiot. It's been almost two weeks since I got back to Madrid, and so far, things have been going pretty smoothly. Pacey and I e-mail each other everyday, sometimes more than once, and we talk on the phone every week. I still miss him terribly, but I guess I know that being apart right now is good for us. And everyday that we're away from each other is just going to make being together again that much sweeter. I click on the "Reply" button and type out my message. To: [email protected] Hey, Pace, Tell Jen and Jack I expect the same special treatment when I get back. ;-) Seriously, I'm glad they dragged you out of the apartment. You're far too pitiful when you don't have me, Pace. I know that I'm the center of your universe. You shouldn't feel too bad about it. LOL. Okay, now that I'm done exalting myself and beating down your ego in the process, let me tell you about my day. It was pretty boring. Just more of the usual, although I'm getting pretty excited about the opening of this exhibit that we're helping Amanda work on. It looks like it's gonna be great. And I'm hoping that some of my friends can be there… Call me soon, okay? I miss you more. Love, I can't help smiling even more as I hit the "Send" button, knowing that my message is likely to drive him crazy. I've been dropping hints for him to visit ever since I came back, and he's always answered that he's basically got his hands full at work. Which I know, and I totally understand. But I like dropping hints anyway. I gather up my things to head home, thinking of where to grab dinner on the way. It's been another late night, and Finn had offered to walk with me, but I stayed behind to check my e-mail. The night air is brisk when I get out of the museum. The hostel we're staying at is only a short walk away, so I don't really mind nights like this, when I can savor the feeling of actually being in Spain. I get a slice of pizza to go and pick up the pace as I near the hostel. I hear the telephone ringing as I approach the door, causing me to dig frantically through my bag for my key. It's rung at least five times before I finally get into the room and grab the receiver, my things dropping with a thud to the floor. "What are you wearing?" A smile spreads itself automatically across my face. "Nothing. What about you?" "A sweater my mom sent me for Christmas." Pacey replies dryly. "How come you took so long to pick up?" "I was busy soaking in a long, hot bath," I tease, taking the base of the phone with me as I stretch out in bed. "I'm still a little wet right now, actually." He chuckles, sounding so close to my ear that it causes my nerve-endings to feel like they've been given a healthy dose of static electricity. "How wet?" He whispers seductively. "Wet enough." Warmth begins to flow all the way down my body, partly from arousal and partly from embarrassment. I can't believe I'm talking to him this way over the telephone. It's a weird, new feeling for me. Kind of sexy, kind of naughty. But I like it. "What would you do if I were there?" His voice sounds husky. The pit of my stomach turns to liquid. "Hmm… I would take off that sweater of yours, because it's definitely in the way. Then maybe kiss you, and unbuckle your belt, and pull down your zipper… slowly…" I jump up guiltily from my position in bed when I hear someone knock. "Pace, there's someone at the door. Could you hold on?" I hold the receiver between my ear and shoulder as I walk to the door and pull it open, ready to ask whoever it is to go away. "I thought you were naked." He's standing there with a broad grin on his face, bag in one hand, cell phone in the other. "It's you!" The phone falls to the floor when I throw myself against him and pull him inside. "I can't believe it! You came! What about work? I thought you were busy. How long are you staying?" It all tumbles out of my mouth one after the other. I can't stop hugging him and I feel like a five year-old, giddy and excited and almost afraid that I'm going to wake up and find that I'm dreaming. He holds me tightly and buries his face in my hair. "All those hints you were dropping were beginning to hit me very painfully on the head, Jo," he teases, lifting me up off the floor. "How long are you staying?" I pull back a little and ask again, his dancing blue eyes smiling up at me. "Oh, never mind." I mutter before giving in to the overpowering urge to kiss him thoroughly. Pacey kisses me back with just as much enthusiasm, our tongues meeting and dueling. I pull off his sweater while he steers us towards the bed. Giggles bubble up inside me as our clothes begin to fly every which way. "Shush, Potter," he says, his lips covering mine. Everything is frenzied and urgent, our hands roaming all over, our mouths never getting enough. My body begins to tingle everywhere that his skin touches mine. A moan escapes from my lips as he takes one nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue all around it, my back arching to press even closer. I reach down to hold his hot, hard shaft in my hand, stroking along the entire length. He moves to the other breast as his fingers rub against the wetness between my legs. The tingling in my body begins to pool in the bottom of my stomach and an aching, hollow feeling fills me, making me restless for more. "Pacey," My own voice sounds different to my ears, my lips leaving a damp trail along his cheek. "I want you inside me. Now." He smiles down at me mischievously. "You're adorable, do you know that? Did you miss me?" "Agh!" I groan in frustration. "Yes! But if you don't do something soon, Pacey Witter, you're - " His tongue invades my mouth at the same time that his arousal fills me so deeply, I want to cry with the pleasure of it. He pulls out slowly and tantalizingly, then pushes back in an inch at a time, deliberately trying to make me crazy. My hands press against his butt to get him to pick up the rhythm and I feel myself lose control not long after he does, my body tightening and then shattering into a million pieces, my knees feeling weak and boneless. "Tell me you're staying a while." I whisper against his ear. My fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, my sated body loving the weight of his over me. My heart feels like it has swelled so much it's occupying my entire chest. I want to stay this way with him forever. He takes me with him as he moves to his side and places light kisses all over my face. "I'll stay for as long as you want me to." He whispers softly against my temple. I find a place somewhere between his chin and his chest and inhale his scent. My eyes drift closed and I hear the strong, steady thud of his heart beneath me, my own heart beginning to beat in perfect sync. We're thousands of miles away, but right here and right now, we're both home. |