The furnace has jammed itself on and it's just so hot. No-one else is in to help me, and I've already opened all the windows, not to mention taking off most of my clothes.
Pacey knocked softly on the back door to the Potter Bed and Breakfast, his second home, despite the fact the door was wide open to allow some cool air to enter.
Bessie had her head in a cupboard looking for a wrench, when she heard a faint noise coming from the kitchen. "Pacey is that you?" she yelled.
"Yeah, Bess." He answered, locating her on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor, wearing a pair of shorts and a thin tank top. He stepped through the door and was instantly overwhelmed by the wave of heat. He quickly stripped off his light summer jacket and draped it over the nearby chair. "What are you looking for?"
"A wrench... I'm going to start in with the brute force soon." She found the wrench and stood up, fanning herself against the heat. "Thanks for coming over Pacey, not sure how much longer I can stand this." She saw the sweat starting to form on Pacey's face.
"I just got here, and I can barely stand it." He commented and took the wrench from her hands. "Lead the way milady." He said, gesturing towards the roaring furnace.
"Hang on, I need to get one more thing�" Pacey waited while she disappeared, moments later she came back with a handful of something. "Ice." Bessie said with a grin. "Figured we could use it before going in there." She went on as she gestured towards the furnace.
"Ice?" Pacey asked, eyes wide, "Kinky, Bess." He winked at her and followed her as she led the way to the furnace.
"So where's the munchkin?" He asked innocently.
"He's at Claire's for the day." She considered Pacey for a moment as he slid the ice down his neck. "Oh and Pacey?" He looked at her. "When I get kinky I'll let you know."
Pacey shivered at the cold contrast of the ice and the insane heat. He chuckled, "Will that be before or after I get kinky?" Bessie shook her head and laughed softly. He knelt in front of the furnace and began tinkering around. "What about Jo?" He asked as an afterthought.
Bessie leaned against the door frame, the confined space not giving them much room, and watched the muscles in his back move under his shirt which was now taught against his back. "Oh she went somewhere with Andie and Jen, some kind of girl bonding day, I think they thought it would be good for Andie, cheer her up y'know?"
"Yeah, she needs all the cheering she can get these days." He agreed.
He sat back on his haunches and put the wrench down. He looked up at Bessie as he grabbed the hem of his shirt, "Do ya mind if I...?" He didn't wait for an answer and pulled the Hawaiian print shirt over his head, leaving him clad in a tight fitting black wifebeater.
Bessie leaned over and took the shirt from his grasp, her hand brushing his. "Of course not, it's hotter than hell in here. And who am I to complain about semi-naked guys hanging about?" she replied with a throaty laugh.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I got half naked, would you?" He asked pulling at the black wifebeater, feeling little droplets of sweat make their way down his back.
"I'm sure I'd cope Pacey," she winked. "But don't tell me you need help there?"
"I wouldn't turn away a helping hand," he said non-chalantly, pulling the damp article of clothing up over his muscular chest.
Bessie took a step forward and ran her hand up his strong back, feeling the muscles tense as he removed the shirt. "Like that, Pacey?" She murmured.
"Do you even need to ask?" He questioned. "You know, some of that ice would feel real nice right about now." he suggested.
"But what about the furnace?" she asked innocently. Just then the furnace quietly turned itself off.
"Look, magic. I think this is a sign Bessie." He rose from his squatted position. "Maybe I've been chasing after the wrong Potter girl all my life." He gazed into her eyes.
"Maybe you have Pacey..." She took his hand and led him to the kitchen. Opening the freezer she pulled out an ice cube. "And just what are you going to do with this?" she asked holding it out to him.
"Cool off, of course." He took it from her, and ran it across his forehead, then down his neck. "Why, what did you think I would use it for?" He teased innocently.
She shivered as her eyes followed the cube's path. "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's nice to share?" Taking his hand in his, she guided it to the hollow of her neck, sighing as the cold surface hit her skin.
Pacey smiled softly as he let her guide his hand along her neck. His fingers gently pushed the strap of her tank to the side and slid the ice over the newly exposed skin. He liked his lips as his eyes followed the glistening wet trail left behind by the ice.
Bessie looked up playfully. "See I told you sharing was nice." She ran her hand slowly down his chest.
"Yeah, I'm likin' the sharing thing." He mumbled, enjoying the feel of her cool fingers playing over the heated skin of his chest. A drop of ice water dribbled a path down to the valley of her breasts, causing Pacey to swallow audibly as he undressed her with his eyes. He brought the dwindling ice cube up her neck slowly, before running the last tiny bit of it over her lush lower lip.
Bessie slowly opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the edge of his finger before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently, tasting the sweat and water on his skin. Her hands drew imaginary patterns down his sides as they moved closer together.
Pacey groaned low in the back of his throat at the feel of her hot, wet mouth wrapped around his finger. He could feel his erection strain against the tight confines of his low slung shorts. He removed his finger from her mouth and wrapped his arms around the older Potter sister, drawing her tight against his body, desire alight in his eyes.
Bessie gasped as she felt his body press against hers and the heat in the room seemed to double. Without saying a word she pulled his head towards her and kissed him hard.
Pacey's mouth opened under hers, his tongue diving into the moist recesses of her mouth. His tongue danced with hers in a raging duel for control. He staggered backwards as they kissed, his hands moving frantically over every inch of her responsive body.
As he ran his hands over Bessie's breasts she moaned and tugged at her top, pulling it over her head, needing to feel his skin on hers. She let her hands roam down his body, rubbing his erection through his shorts before starting on the zipper.
He tore his mouth away from hers and began kissing a searing path down her neck, following the path the drop of water had taken earlier. He backed her against the walling, giving thanks for a moment that there were no guests about. He lowered his hot mouth to her breast, bathing her nipple with his tongue, massaging it to a hard peak
She moaned at the sensation that turned her on even more and continued her own exploration. Her hands finding their way into Pacey's shorts and she moving them down his legs freeing his now straining erection. Holding it, she slowly ran her thumb around the head, feeling his body react with pleasure.
Pacey shivered and let out a loud moan that echoed through the walls of the tiny room. He began to thrust lightly against her hand dropping soft bites over her breasts. He pulled her hand away from him, unable to stand her experienced ministrations any longer. His hands moved to cup her ass, pulling her tightly against the rigid heat of his erection as he ground into her.
The sensation was too much and slowly, seductively she moaned in his ear, "Take them off, Pacey." as she guided his hands to the waistband of her shorts. He slowly slid them down her legs as she groaned against his skin, kissing and nibbling his collarbone, running her fingers and nails over his chest and nipples.
She stepped out of her shorts as they pooled to the ground; Pacey kicked them away and ran his rough hands over her outer thighs, before inching them closer to her moist heat. He groaned as she sucked his neck, he was sure that she'd leave her mark there. He ran his fingers lightly over the outside of her underwear, teasing her through the flimsy material before pushing it aside and sinking his fingers into her moist folds.
Bessie felt his fingers tease her, dipping inside her, and for a moment was powerless to move, her forehead resting on his collarbone. She regained her senses as her desire increased and she pushed Pacey towards the kitchen table that sat in the middle of the room even as she kissed him wildly.
Pacey hooked his hands around her thighs and hoisted her onto the table, never breaking the contact of their lips. His fingers drifted southward again and tangled in her wet curls. He lowered his head to her left breast again, suckling her as he moved his fingers in and out of tight inner walls. He grinned against her breast at the soft mewling sounds that she uttered from deep in her throat.
The cool wood under her provided a sharp contrast to the heat Pacey was building within her, his hot mouth driving her insane. She reached down to him hard again, running her hand up and down the length, feeling the hardness in her hand. His fingers brushed her clit and unable to stand it anymore she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his now straining erection flush against her wet heat.
Groaning at her sudden movement he whispered huskily in her ear, "Helps if I don�t have my shorts around my knees, Bess." He felt the hold her legs had on his waist lessen and he stepped away just long enough to slide his shorts to the floor.
She pulled him back to her as soon as he was done, and he was more than willing, as he started to run his hands once more over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden further. She moaned again and guided his erection back to her hot core.
Pacey sheathed himself inside her with a low moan, "Oh, God," he breathed feeling her tighten around him. He pulled himself back out again slowly before driving into her again, a look of ecstasy on his face.
Bessie gasped as she felt him enter her and she tightened her muscles around him, meeting his thrusts easily. "Pacey..." she moaned.
He groaned as she arched her hips up to his, grinding herself against his hard body. He brought his hands to her hips as he sank into her repeatedly. A slippery sheen of sweat glistened over their bodies in the late afternoon light. He groaned, feeling the passion grow inside him, and closed his eyes tightly, leaning over her taught body he caught her lips with his and drove his tongue into her mouth in time with his thrusts.
She raked her nails down the smooth hard surface of his back, leaving red trails in her wake; the feel of him inside her, filling her was almost unbearable. Pulling away from his kiss she grabbed his hand and placed it between them, her eyes pleading with him.
He smiled down at her through the haze of desire. He teased her clit lightly as he increased the tempo of his trusts. He could feel the tension building in her as he massaged her sensitive nub.
At the feel of his touch her senses spiralled out of control. Her body shook and her muscles spasmed around him. "Pacey, oh God, Pacey..." she panted in his ear, the orgasm so intense that she could only grasp the edge of the table as wave after wave passed through her.
The feel of her muscles clenching him as she came sent his senses reeling. He could feel the release boiling up in him and he thrust into her once more. With a shudder, he called out as he came, spilling his seed deep inside her. His orgasm left him shattered, finding his legs unable to hold him, he collapsed against Bessie�s slick body, her breasts pressed hotly against him as her chest rose and fell and they both struggled to catch their breaths.
Bessie laughed softly in his ear, and he could feel it ripple through his body "Well so much for cooling down Pacey, but thanks for helping."
"Always a pleasure to be of service, Bess." He said softly, lifting himself off of her. He offered her a hand to help her down from the table.
She kissed him on the cheek, and started to gather up the clothes from the floor.
Pacey echoed her movements, dressing himself as he followed the trail of clothes from the kitchen to the back room where the furnace was located. "Well, that was..." he trailed off, pulling his black wifebeater back over his head.
"Different?" she laughed
"I was going to go with amazing, but different works. I can honestly say I've never done it on a table." He chuckled.
"Well, you have now." She winked, "and it was amazing too."
He grinned at her, "Well, seeing as your furnace is working again, I should probably get going." He pulled his arms through the sleeves of his Hawaiian print shirt.
"Same time next week?" she asked watching him dress.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he smiled, pausing to kiss her cheek before making his way out the back door.
"Bye Pace." as called over her shoulder as she headed for the shower.
"Until next time, Potter." he answered closing the screen door behind him. He whistled happily, his hands in his pockets as he swaggered to his truck.
The End
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