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Unfamiliar Territory It's season 2. Jack and Andie who? (This
one's not so tame...)
Pacey lounged back on Joey's bed, sideways, supported by
his elbows, legs splayed out and relaxed, feet dangling a few inches off the floor.
"What? Not even a hand job?"
"No!" Joey wondered why she'd allowed the conversation to
get on this subject and why her eye kept being drawn to his crotch area.
"Why not?"
"That's none of your business!"
"Poor Dawson. He must be have been gagging for it." Pacey
was enjoying Joey's discomfort.
"Shut up, Pacey. Not every guy is as sex crazed as you are!"
"You mean Dawson never went down on you?" He grinned, as
Joey struggled to find an appropriate expletive to throw at him.
"Well,' he continued casually, 'that makes some sense
considering you've never given him a favour to return, huh?" He wondered if she knew that he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes kept being drawn to the soft curves beneath her red tank top, which was brief enough that he could also catch glimpses of bare skin above the waist of her jeans. Joey fought the blush fighting its way to her face. It wasn't that she'd never thought about herself and Dawson doing such things. Once they had become a couple, such thoughts had increased tenfold in Joey's fantasises. They just...just had never gotten that far before they'd split up. And Pacey was just trying to make her squirm - as per usual. Joey leaned back against her desk, affecting an air of nonchalance.
"Oh, and you're such a fount of knowledge on the subject of
cunnilingus, aren't you Witless Witter Boy." He shot her a knowing look and she rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm as much an expert at trig as you are at fellatio, my Prudish
Potter." For while Pacey definitely was smart enough and had an aptitude for trigonometry, he was hopeless because he wouldn't apply himself and was easily distracted. Hence the abandonment of study time and the start of this whole conversation. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her and Joey narrowed her eyes in disgust back at him. He saw through the bravado, though and admired her for it. Joey was easily embarrassed, but was never one to admit defeat easily.
"I'm not your anything" she muttered. "Look, we were trying to
have a serious conversation here, remember?"
"Sorry, please continue."
"Right…well, friendship? Familiar territory. Being a couple?
Unfamiliar territory. In fact, downright scary territory. The transition from friends to lovers is a fragile and difficult thing."
"Lovers?" Pacey scoffed, and Joey scowled at him.
"Pacey, study time's over. Go home. I'm not talking to you
about this anymore."
"Okay, okay. Sorry. Carry on." The Dawson and Joey
dynamic had always intrigued him on some level. Besides, he was in no hurry to go home. "Honestly, Joey, tell me. I'm, listening."
"Well…' she peered at him, a little suspicious of his angelic
expression of expectancy
. "Go on." He encouraged.
"It's well known that friends who become 'boyfriend and
girlfriend' can ruin the actual friendship they had in the first place." She looked for understanding in Pacey's face and saw it as he nodded in agreement. She looked away.
"I didn't want to rush things with Dawson. I mean, well…we
have plenty of time to…do stuff." She trailed off.
"That last sentence sounds suspiciously like present tense
sentence structure, Potter." He said, wagging a finger. "Which by my reckoning means, that even though you were the one who dumped Dawson, expertly breaking his heart in the process, you are expecting to get back together with him again at some point? Which, I suppose, is when he'll make a woman of the sweet virginal Potter, right?"
"I'm more of a woman than you know!" She flicked a disdainful
glance his way and rolled her eyes, tossing her hair back. Why was it when he showed signs of being kind and sensitive, he had to ruin it? She didn't know why she confided in him sometimes. If Joey had any idea how much it turned him on, she'd never roll those gorgeous eyes at him again! Pacey thought. "Really?" Something in his voice snapped her attention back to him, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. What did that gleam in his eyes mean? His gaze settled on hers, then dropped to caress her mouth, slowly, deliberately.
Then his eyes followed the line of her long, graceful neck, along
her shoulders and collarbone, bare except for the thin straps of her top. His eyes shot back up to hers. She looked unflinchingly back at him. He waited a beat and then let his gaze drop to her breasts. Joey's heart somersaulted in her chest and then proceeded to thump out a wild tempo. His lips had been firmly pressed together. Now, she saw them part a little and his tongue darted out to lick dry lips. His eyes lingered here, tracing their shape, his lids drooped heavily. By now, Joey would have already turned away, calling him all kinds of names under the sun.
This wasn't the first time they'd played this game. Well, it was,
since she'd started dating Dawson. But she continued to withstand his scrutiny. She wasn't going to back down this time. But she was bothered. He noted the shallow rapid rise and fall of her chest and wondered for the millionth time in his life what her breasts looked and felt like. If he felt a guilty pang that he was thinking this way about his best friend's ex- girlfriend, then he kept it well hidden. His gaze wandered leisurely back up to hers. She raised challenging eyes at him.
He returned an insolent smile and now he slid back down
again, skimming her stomach area, lower now, slipping a look back to her eyes to gauge her reaction every second or so, till he settled on the apex between her legs. Any second now she was bound to throw something at his head and start yelling.
She didn't. Instead, she did something that made his stomach
flip flop and his stirring cock harden further. Slowly and deliberately, Joey parted her legs as she leaned back a little further on the desk. She saw Pacey's quick swallow, the sudden surprise that fired his eyes as they darted up to hers. What she liked even more was the obvious reaction in his pants that he didn't try to hide.
He held her gaze for a second then dropped his own. Pacey
had chosen the wrong day to goad her about her lack of sexual experience, she thought mutinously. Just once, she wanted to put him in his place good and proper. If he thought she was going to back down now in prudish outrage, he was wrong. It didn't stop her nipples hardening, though. A part of her was mortified. A bigger part was very turned on because Pacey wasn't hiding the pure molten heat of his expression as he explored her body.
She felt the resulting response…the fluttering in her stomach, a
steady throb between her thighs. Pacey. Pacey was doing this to her. Joey flicked out her tongue and licked her dry lips. A heavy, languorous warmth filled her body, complimenting the rhythmic pulsing in her groin. The room around them receded away. They were aware only of each other. Oh what he wouldn't give right now for Joey to strip off her top and jeans and strike up that pose again in just her panties.
He panted softly through his lips. Joey had upped the ante.
Clever girl, but she didn't know Pacey Witter. He straightened and stood up, and was rewarded with the flare of panic in Joey's face and a slight stiffening of her body. His gaze mocked her and he raised a brow at her as if to say, 'give up, Potter?' She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, her chin firming and rising another inch or so in muted defiance. There wasn't much space between them. He took a slow measured step and then another. Their eyes bored into each other's. He wanted to win as always, but things were a little different this time round.
Joey was now Dawson's ex-girlfriend, not just his tomboy
friend. And for Joey, Pacey was always too good at embarrassing her and she wanted to prove something to him, but he was Dawson's best friend. But neither one was prepared to back down as yet. Pacey looked at her breasts again and almost swore aloud when he saw her nipples jutting proudly against her top. He was sure his legs wobbled, but he stepped closer. His hand came out, slowly - Joey held her breath - and pushed her hair back from one side of her face, tucking it behind her ear. He heard Joey's snatched gasp of air.
She raised her eyes to his and saw the amusement lurking
there. Not just amusement though. Something else, too.
"Did she teach you well, Pacey?" she asked, breathlessly. He
didn't answer, but smiled enigmatically. He fingered a lock of her hair. "Your hair. It's the thick and silky kind a man can imagine trailing down his body." It was Joey's turn to swallow hard. Pacey complimenting her was something she definitely wasn't used to. Did he mean it? With a lock trapped between his fingers, he gazed at her.
"You have beautiful eyes. They can either make a guy imagine
your thinking all kinds of horny things about him - or kill him dead at 20 paces." He grinned. Joey shook her head. She opened her mouth without knowing what she was going to say.
Then snapped it shut when Pacey's fingers left her hair to trail a
thumb along her top lip, before dropping it to sweep it along her bottom one. And she let him.
"And your mouth…is very kissable. Do they taste as sweet as
they look?" He murmured, holding her eyes as he now trailed a forefinger over her chin, down her neck and along her collarbone. And she let him do this, too.
"And is your skin as smooth as it seems? All over? If I touch
you, would you feel like satin under my hands? Under my mouth?" The timbre of his voice was doing crazy things to her insides. She'd never heard Pacey sound like that; husky, intimate, loverlike.
She felt her heart stop when his eyes dropped to her breasts
again. What was he going to say about her breasts? She thought wildly. She watched his face. Was this still a game? Joey had no idea. He had touched her hair, her mouth and skin. Would he dare touch her breasts? Would she let him? God! She couldn't believe she was even contemplating the thought! She shivered and felt her nipples tighten further than she thought possible.
"Sweet temptation." He breathed. If he thought for a second that Joey would let him, he'd be stripping her of her top right now. He found himself voicing his thoughts. He pinned her with his dark, intense eyes and she couldn't look away. "If you let me, I'll kiss your breasts all over…softly…tenderly, until you'd be so ready for me to close my mouth o |