The Favor
by Kaytee

Disclaimer:  I am in no way affiliated with Dawson’s Creek.

Author’s Note:  This is the sequel to Doubtful.  Thanks to all the girls who read my “coming attractions” and encouraged me to stop chatting and write more.

Dedication:  For my beta baby bijal, who bitches ceaselessly for more and more porn.  I can’t smut on demand!  Love ya, you’re a peach!

Rating:  P/J NC17

“Pacey!  Pacey!  Oh my God, Pacey!”

Pacey Witter turned immediately away from the group he’d been talking to, scanning the students milling about in front of Capeside High for her.  He spotted her immediately, running toward him from the other side of the expansive front lawn, a broad smile stretched from ear to ear.

Joey Potter pushed past her fellow students, slightly out of breath as she ran up to him, interrupting whatever Andie McPhee had been in the process of saying.

“Guess what?” she asked, practically bouncing with excitement.

“You got it?“ he asked, her smile infectious.

“I got it!”

“Hot damn!” he exclaimed, gathering her up into a bear hug, spinning her around. 

Jen Lindley watched, amused.  Her best friend, Jack McPhee, rolled his eyes and mimicked gagging, while Andie asked, “What are you two talking about?”

Pacey set Joey back on her feet, saying, “She applied for this job at the supermarket after school and -”

“- I interviewed this morning before school and I got it!  I start today,” Joey finished, her fingers lacing with his as the group started walking toward the school.

“That’s great, Joey!” Andie said sincerely, refusing to look at their linked hands.  “But I thought Bessie and the Bed & Breakfast needed you.”

“Well, she does.  And it’s not like I won’t be working around the B&B, either,” Joey said as they walked inside the school.  “I just need to save as much money as possible for school.  It‘s no big deal, though.  Just another form of serving food.”

“What are you going to do?  Be a cashier?” Jack asked.

Joey nodded.  “And a little stocking.”

“Cool.  See you all later,” Jen said, and she and Jack headed off to the locker they shared. 

“I’ll come see you tonight, okay?” Andie said brightly. 

“I’d like that, Andie,” Joey said, touched by Andie’s obvious effort.  The petite blonde glanced briefly at Pacey, who had spun Joey’s combination lock and opened her locker for her while they’d been talking.

“I’ll see you guys in English,” she said, walking away.

Joey began to exchange books from her bag to her locker.  “I’m so glad I got the job.  I so need the money.”

“Me, too,” he said, unwrapping a Pop Tart.  “But it means less quality time for us,” he continued, his mouth full.

“Yeah, I know.  That’s the part that’s gonna suck,” Joey said.  Leaning over, she took a bite of his Pop Tart.  “I love the sprinkley kind.”

“I had no idea, Potter,” he said, leaning his shoulder against the locker beside her, grinning.

“Oh, I’m gonna love this day, I just know it,” she sighed happily, zipping up her bag and shutting her locker.  “Do you need to get anything out of yours?”

“Nah,” he said, slipping his arm around her shoulders as they walked toward her first class.  “Hey, Jo?”

“Yeah?” she asked, bumping his hip with hers as they walked.

He bumped her back.  “Don’t make any plans for tonight, okay?”

“Why?  What did you have in mind?” she asked as they came to a stop beside the door to her first period. 

“Well, first I thought we’d have a nice picnic dinner out in the country,” he said, pulling her close to him.  Leaning down to brush her ear with his lips, he whispered, “And then I thought I’d eat you like a peach, Josephine.”

Grinning, he slid his tongue up the outer edge of her ear, and a delicate shiver passed through her body and she dropped her bookbag on his feet. Her mind immediately conjured up an image of him licking her elsewhere, his face buried between her thighs.

“Why are you just standing there with your mouth open, Potter?” he asked with a grin, handing her backpack to her and smacking her on the ass with a loud pop as he moved past her.  “Get to class.” 

Joey watched him saunter away, slack-jawed and wanting.  When he turned the corner, he tossed a wicked grin over his shoulder.

***************


The note tossed surreptitiously onto her desk startled Joey out of her reverie.  Glancing at Jen, who sat next to her, she opened it carefully, making sure their teacher wasn’t watching.

I’m simply dying to know what’s got you so lost with a goofy smile on your face, Joey read.  She blushed and scribbled back her reply, tossing it when Ms. Jenkins turned her back.

Jen opened the note and read Joey’s reply, resisting the urge to scream with laughter.  Pacey’s going to pick me up after work and he says he’s taking me out in the country for a picnic.  We’re going to have dinner, and then he’s going to eat me for dessert.

So the Seduction of Pacey worked out well for you, then? Jen wrote back, sliding the paper over to Joey.

We haven’t done the deed, but let me just say - he’ll be returning the favor tonight, so to speak, Joey wrote, drawing a huge smilie face beside it.

Jen’s expression was nearly enough to make Joey pee her pants.  She had to bite the inside of her lip as Jen scribbled furiously.

Spit or swallow?

Joey blushed as she wrote back, Swallow!

I'm shocked, Jen wrote, drawing a smilie face with raised eyebrows.

Joey smirked as she wrote, I just took a page out of the Book of Jen, don’t act so surprised.

Hey!  I don’t swallow!  Did he specifically say he was going go down on you or did he say he was going to return the favor? Jen wrote, her smilie face now sticking it’s tongue out.

“I’m going to eat you like a peach” sounds pretty definite, don’t you think?  Then he licked my ear.  I don’t know, I get the vague feeling that he will!

Jen laughed softly as she read it, then wrote back, So did you talk about his post-nookie problem?

Not really.  I don’t really want to talk to him about his past sexual conquests, I guess.

Appearing to be reading from her textbook when Ms. Jenkins looked at them, Jen wrote quickly, You can talk about it without really mentioning Andie or Ms. Jacobs.  Just kind of slide around them and get to the point.

I guess so. Joey wrote. 

Jen was about to reply when Ms. Jenkins cleared her throat pointedly.  Shoving the note into her bag, Jen assumed an innocent expression, as did Joey.

***************

“At least she didn’t take the note from us,” Jen said as the two girls spilled from the classroom, laughing.

“She would have learned far more about Pacey J. Witter than she ever would have wanted to know,” Joey agreed, blushing at the very thought.

“What if she had decided to read it aloud?” Jen said.

“Read what aloud?” Pacey asked, falling in step beside Joey. 

“Nothing!” Joey exclaimed innocently, kissing his cheek.  “Absolutely nothing.”

“I thought I heard my name mentioned,” he continued, grinning.  “What was that about?”

“I don’t remember saying your name.  Did you say his name, Jen?” Joey asked innocently. 

“Nooo, not me,” Jen answered. 

Pacey laughed, not buying their act for a moment.  “The two of you have entirely too much fun discussing me.”

Jen snorted delicately.  “We have much more interesting topics to discuss than you, Pacey.”

“Oh really, Lindley?” Pacey asked, his fingers interlacing with Joey’s.  “Such as?”

“Forbidden fruit,“ Jen said sweetly, ducking into her next classroom before Joey could smack her on the arm.

“I don’t know words gory enough to describe how I’m going to eviscerate her,” Joey grumbled as Pacey laughed whole-heartedly.

“I wasn’t aware that the, uh, the fruit was forbidden,” Pacey said, grinning cheekily. 

“Keep teasing me and it might be,” Joey replied haughtily, her face aflame.

“Nice try, honey,“ Pacey said, squeezing her hand.  “But I don’t believe you’d deny me.”

“Well, I might.”

“You won’t,” he said knowingly.

“I could,” she insisted as they neared her next class, French IV.

“Do you want to?” 

“No,” she admitted relunctantly.

“Of course not,” he grinned cockily.

“I loathe you,” Joey said, narrowing her eyes.

“What was that?  You love me?” he said, cupping a hand to his ear.

“That too.”

“I have to go to Calculus,” he laughed. “Kiss me.”

She reached up and took his face between her small, smooth hands, bringing him down to her.  “Here’s to concentrating,” she said before she captured his mouth with hers, kissing him hard and fast, disappearing into the classroom.

Class hadn’t been in session more than fifteen to twenty minutes when she felt compelled to glance at the doorway.  Out in the hall, Pacey stood, motioning for her to join him.

She gave him a quizzical expression, and he mouthed, “Bathroom.”

Raising her hand, she waiting somewhat impatiently to be called on.  “Yes, Miss Potter?”

“May I go to the restroom?”

“In French, please.”

“Um . . . “ Joey said, stammering, put on the spot.

“Well?”

“Sil vous plait?”

Mr. Blanc sighed.  “Go on.”

Once outside, Pacey took her hand and led her down the hall, silently, a finger to his lips silencing her, too.

She was about to go ahead and ask what was going on when he tugged on her hand, pulling her into a tiny broom closet she hadn’t even been aware existed, quickly shutting the door behind them.

“Pacey, what -” she started to say but was cut off when he kissed her, his hand fisting in her hair as he plundered her mouth.

Tilting her head and opening her mouth wider, she sucked on his tongue and stroked it with her own, her hands clutching his shoulders as they kissed.

“I can’t ever kiss you enough,” he said, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against hers. 

“I know what you mean,” she panted, leaning in to kiss his lips lingeringly.

“I know I just saw you like, twenty minutes ago, Jo, but -”

“I sat in class and missed you, too,” she whispered, her lips brushing his.  “I haven’t really seen you since Saturday and -”

“-how can I just sit in class and think about numbers and equations when I could be thinking about kissing you and touching you and -”

“- loving you,” she finished, pressing her body to his tightly as she kissed him just as thoroughly as he’d kissed her.

She slipped her hands underneath his shirt and slid them over his tight stomach and around his ribs to press flat against his back, her tongue struggling to remain dominant.  When she broke away for air, his mouth nibbled at the delicate line of her jaw.

“I’m going to burn in hell for these thoughts,” she said breathlessly as his hands slid into the back pockets of her jeans.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice muffled against her throat as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along her skin.

The closet was tiny, amazingly hot, and dusty, the humid air thick and sticky. Pressed flush against him, his scent enveloped her, a mixture of Polo Sport and male sweat that made her quiver deep inside.  “I’ve been having these wicked fantasies that leave me aching and wet,” she whispered, tilting her head back to give him better access.

“What kind of fantasies, Jo?” he asked, growing hard against her soft belly.  He licked her shoulder, then sucked the smooth skin. 

“The kind where you‘re lying between my thighs, sucking on my nipples,” she replied huskily, a hitch in her voice.  “The kind where I’ve got my legs wrapped around you and you’re shoving your dick deep inside me.”

“Oh God, Jo,” he said in a ragged tone, his hips grinding instinctively against hers.  “More.”

“I’ve been dreaming about how good it’s going to feel when I finally fuck you, Pacey,” she whispered, her hands squeezing the bunched musles in his back as he bit her shoulder.

“How, Jo?” he asked, licking the imprint of his teeth in her flesh.  “How are you going to fuck me?”

“I’m going to ride you to the breaking point, Pacey,” she said boldly, finding his lips with hers and kissing him roughly.

Her hands were just beginning to slide down over his stomach toward the hardened bulge in his pants when several students walked by outside the closet, laughing and chatting.

They broke apart quickly, startled back into reality.  “I have to get back to class!”

“I know,” he said, combing through her dishevled hair with his fingers.

Joey straightened her clothes, her hand on the doorknob.  He watched her, leaning against the small table.  “Are you following?” she asked.

“Later,” he said, glancing pointedly down at his obvious erection.  “I can’t exactly go back to class like this.”

Joey smiled and kissed him quickly, leaning against him.  “I would if I could, you know, but they’re going to send out a search party,” she said.

“I know, Jo,” he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers.  “Get to class.”

“I’ll see you at lunch,” she said, and left the room quickly. 

Pacey stared at the door long after she’d left.  Two times two is four.  Four times four is sixteen.  Eight times eight is sixty.  No!  Sixty-four.  And she wants to fuck me.

*****************

Joey paid the lunch lady, and headed toward an empty table by the window when she noticed Andie motioning for her frantically.  Hesitating a moment, she headed for where the group sat.

Setting her tray down beside Jen at the end of the table, Joey said almost timidly, “Hi guys.”

“Hi Joey.  So are you excited about the job?”  Andie asked perkily.

Joey laughed.  “I wouldn’t say “excited,” exactly.  I mean, it’s great to have a part-time job that works around my other obligations so well, and Mr. Patterson says that I can do my homework when we’re not so busy.  It’s just . . . “

“She’s going to miss me oh so much, isn’t that right, Potter?” Pacey asked, walking up to the table and nudging her shoulder with his hip.  The group laughed when Joey rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Egomaniacal narcissist,” she muttered.  “Why didn’t you get any lunch?”

“Cause I left my wallet on my dresser.  Got some money, honey?”

Joey reached into her pocket and handed him a five.  “Mooch.”

“What?  No three-syllable word to wound me with?” he grinned, mussing her hair.  “You’re slacking, Jo.”

“Bite me, Pacey.”

“I already have,” he said, his fingers drifting over the hickey on the nape of her neck before walking away from the table to join the line.

Joey opened her milk, continuing her conversation despite the whole table staring at her neck.  “But anyway, I was going to say, it’s just going to be added pressure.  My life is so hectic right now, what with the B&B getting more and more business, the honors classes, the endless essays required for school applications.  Taking on twenty hours a week at the market is not going to help.  Plus, I’ll miss the egomaniacal narcissist.”

Jen laughed, sneaking a fry off Joey’s tray.  “Do you honestly think Pacey won’t be in the store all the time?”

“I mean, really, Joey.  Wherever you go, so goes his nation,” Jack agreed, stealing a fry of his own.

“Quit that,” Joey said, smacking his hand lightly when he went back for another.  “And Pacey is going to be quite the busy boy himself, he won’t have time to hang around the store.”

“Why is he going to be busy?” Andie asked, munching delicately on her own fries.

“He was rehired at ScreenPlay, and then on top of that, he’s taking extra courses to bring his grades up so he’ll graduate with a higher cumulative g.p.a.,” she explained. 

Andie was visibly impressed.  “Wow.  I had no idea,” she said.  Then she began to motion someone to the table.

“Hi,” Dawson Leery said, sitting down in the empty chair beside Joey with his tray.

“Uhm, hi, Dawson,” Joey said, offering him a weak smile.

“Yeah, hey Dawson,” Pacey said, walking around the table and sitting beside Jen, setting his own tray down across from Joey.  Andie and Jack rounded out the table.

An uncomfortable silence descended over them, until Andie said, “Well, it’s nice to have us all in one place.  We’re not exactly having a Peach Pit reunion, but we’re getting along.”

“That we are, McPhee, and you’re a big reason for that,” Pacey said sincerely.  “You’ve tried so hard to keep us all together, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

Joey echoed his sentiments.  “I value your friendship, Andie, we all do, and I’m glad I haven’t lost it.”

Jack stole one of his sister‘s fries, laughing.  “Well, I have to stick with her, I have no choice.”

“Hey!” Andie said, poking him in the ribs.  “Be nice to your only sister!”

Dawson even joined into the conversation, which pleased Joey.  It was a vast improvement from glaring hatefully, for one thing.

After discussing the atrocities commited to achieve the tastelessness of the “meat” in their hamburgers, Pacey reached across and picked up a piece of fruit off Joey’s tray.  “Can I have this, Jo?”

“You want my peach?” Joey asked, her eyes twinkling.  “Sure, go for it.”

Holding the fuzzy fruit to his mouth, he bit into it heartily, his eyes closing in obvious pleasure, juice flowing over his chin in rivulets. 

“Pacey!  You’re such a slob!  You’re getting it all over yourself,” Jack said, laughing. 

“You’re not eating it right if you don’t make a mess,” he said, offering Joey a lazy wink.

Andie watched as he sank his teeth into the fuzzy peach again, juice seeping from the corners of his mouth, and squirmed slightly in her chair, regret and jealousy warring within her.  Jen watched also, smirking at his display, and was surprised to find herself likewise turned on.

Joey knew her panties were going to be soaked by the time he got done with the damn peach.

The warning bell rang shortly after, and they took their trays to the receptacles, Joey sighing in relief.

“Thank God that’s over, I don‘t think I could have stood anymore,” she said quietly as they made their way out of the cafeteria, trailing behind the group. 

“Whatever are you talking about, Jo?” he asked, affecting an innocent expression and throwing an arm around her shoulders.

“I think if I had to watch any more of that, I’d have jumped you right then and there,” she laughed, slipping an arm around his waist as they walked.

“Brazen hussy.”

“Pig.”

“Aren’t we a pair?” he laughed, hugging her to him outside her class.

“I have to go to the market right after school, so I probably won’t see you until tonight,” she said, crossing her wrists behind his head.

“Until tonight,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. 

****************

She stood at the top of the ladder and arranged canned peas, talking to someone he couldn’t see.  From the sound of it, a co-worker.

“I know all about smart-assed men, Sarah, you don’t have to explain.  My boyfriend annoyed me all my life, and only recently did I discover why he’s able to get under my skin the way he does.  He makes me mad faster than anyone else on earth, but . . . “

From the other side of the aisle came the voice of another young woman.  “But he’s sexy as hell, isn’t he?”

“He can kiss like nobody’s business,” Joey laughed.  “And he can do magical things with his hands, let me tell you.”

Leaning against the counter in the otherwise empty market, Pacey grinned.  “Scandalous.”

“Pacey!”

Sarah came around the corner at the sound of his voice, a girl a few years older than them.  “Let me guess,” she said, looking from Joey’s embarassed expression to his cocky one.  “You’re the boyfriend.”

“Sarah Conn, this is my boyfriend, Pacey Witter,” Joey said, her cheeks pink.

“The magical one,” Pacey grinned, shaking the woman’s hand. 

“He really is full of it, isn’t he?” Sarah laughed.

“You have no idea,” Joey agreed.

“You ready to go, Jo?” Pacey asked, glancing at his watch. 

“Yeah, I just have to finish putting these out,” Joey said.

Sarah took the can from Joey’s hand.  “Go on, girl.  Get out of here.”

Joey smiled.  “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.  I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Right after school,” Joey agreed, climbing down off the ladder.  She hurried off to the stockroom, and reappeared a moment later with her backpack.

In the car, Joey noticed that there was a cooler in the back seat, along with an old plaid blanket.  “So, where are we going?”

“You’ll see here in a few minutes.  Patience is a virtue, Josephine,” he said as they drove down Main Street.

Joey waited a few moments, until they got outside the city limits of Capeside, before she said, “Are we there yet?”

“No, Joey.”

Two minutes later, she repeated her question. 

“Almost,” he said, turning the car down a gravelled back road and driving a few miles.  Pulling over as far as he could, he parked the car. 

“Where are we?” Joey asked as she got out of the car.

“An open field, where no one is going to bother us for as long as we need,” he said, tucking the blanket under an arm and hefting the cooler, taking her hand with the other.

He led her several hundred yards in, and she took the blanket from under his arm and shook it out.  Setting down, she opened the cooler he sat beside her.

“It’s nothing special, just some sandwiches and chips, some soda,” he said, sitting down on the opposite end of the blanket, stretching his legs out.

“I’m so hungry, I don’t care,” Joey said, popping open the tab of her Pepsi and taking a drink.  As if on cue, her stomach grumbled loudly.

“You’d better eat up, Potter,” Pacey laughed, unwrapping a ham and cheese sandwich and handing it to her.

She took a few bites, and said, “This is really good.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, smiling.

“So did you get in trouble this morning?” Joey asked, grinning.

“In Calculus?  Yeah.  Detention tomorrow,” Pacey said easily.  “Did you?”

“I had “female problems,” don’t you know,” she giggled.  “My French teacher is male, which just made things easier.”

“I’m sorry I gave you a hickey, Jo,” he said, glancing at the reddish mark on her neck where he’d bitten and sucked.

“No, you’re not.  You branded me just as sure as if you’d taken a marker and written your name on my ass,” Joey retorted with a smile. 

Paceh laughed.  “You know me too well.”

“I’ll never know you enough,” Joey said too lightly, her laughter dying away as she finished off her sandwich.

Sensing the seriousness underlying the comment, he said, “So ask me.”

“Are you going to want “distance” afterwards?” she blurted out immediately, searching his eyes.

Pacey took her hands in his.  “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Joey . . . I’m already closer to you than I’ve ever been with anyone else,” Pacey admitted.  “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I honestly know in my heart that you love me, too.  I don’t know if that sounds conceited or not, but I hope it doesn’t.”

After a moment, he continued.  “In my past, that was my problem.  I used sex to try to force a closeness that wasn’t there between me and Andie.  Tamara and I . . . well, we mutually just used each other, quite frankly.”

“But . . . “ Joey said, prompting him.

“But with you . . . it’s going to be an expression of us, of what we already have together.  Of our love,” he said.  “Becoming lovers is serious, and I wasn’t prepared for the intimacy involved before.”

“And now?”

“I’m here for the long haul, Jo,” he said.  “I’m not going to freak out on you, or want space or whatever.  Distance?  I couldn’t make it through second period this morning before dragging you out of class because I couldn‘t stand to be apart from you any longer.”

“I just needed to hear that,” Joey said. 

“Don’t be afraid to ask me, Joey, whenever you want to know something.  I’ll tell you.”

She smiled genuinely.  “I know.”

They ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the peaceful evening.  The sun was just about to set in the sky as they sat in the field, fireflies lighting up as they wove their way through the warm night air.

Taking her foot in his hand, he untied her shoelace, and slipped the sneaker off and set it to the side.  Slowly he peeled her sock off and tucked it in her shoe, repeating the process with her other foot.  Glancing up at her, he saw her eyes, anticipation and a slow-burning lust mixing in the chocolate depths. 

“Whatcha doing, Pacey?” she asked, her tone a little breathless.

“Stripping you naked,” he answered promplty, kissing the inside of her ankle, then her knee, making her giggle.

His hands went to the button on her cutoffs, and he unzipped her slowly.  Tugging her shorts off her hips, he slid them down her legs and off her toes, folding them carefully and setting them beside her sneakers.

“God damn, Jo, do you own any underwear that isn’t by Victoria’s Secret?” Pacey asked, teasing her about the white lace scrap of material that served as a barrier between him and her most intimate places.

Taking the hem of her shirt in both hands, he pulled her shirt up.  “Arms up,” he said, yanking the top over her head and upraised arms.

“And a matching bra, to boot,” he laughed.

“They’re Wal-Mart specials, Pacey, they’re nothing fancy,” Joey laughed, resisting the urge to cover herself as his eyes swept over her exposed body. 

Leaning over and kissing her, he unsnapped her bra, and slowly pulled the straps from her arms, revealing her full, tanned breasts to the open air.  Her large nipples hardened even further in the light breeze.  Or maybe it was the way he looked at them that caused them to stiffen and ache.

Last to go, he slid his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties.  “Up,” he said, and she raised her hips so that he could strip the last stitch of clothing from her body.

Bracing himself on his forearms, Pacey leaned over her body and settled himself between her thighs, kissing her gently, lingeringly, taking sweet little sips from her mouth.

She was stiff and nervous beneath him, unused to the feel of him lying between her legs, and he took his time just kissing her.  He rained soft little kisses all over her face, touching each closed and trembling eyelid, the tip of her nose, her chin.

When he felt her relax, he began to slowly, slowly move down her body, trailing kisses along her throat.  “Did anyone say anything to you about this?”

“The hickey?” Joey asked dazedly, her hands caressing his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles rippling beneath her touch.

“Yeah,” he asked, taking mouthfuls of the delicate skin of her collarbone, his hands sliding up her body to squeeze her breasts.

“Jen did.  She said you might as well have peed on me to mark your territory,” she said, snorting.

“She’s just jealous,” he laughed. 

Moving lower, he caught her stiff nipple between his teeth and bit her gently.  She cried out, the sound high and breathy, and he laughed against her soft skin.  “You’re so responsive.  I love that.”

“I think I’m a screamer,” she said, her tone a little ragged.

Slipping his tongue over the sensitive tip, his warm breath tickled her wet flesh as he said, his voice teasing, “We’re gonna find out, that‘s for damn sure.”

He swirled his tongue tantalizingly around one nipple, then the other, until she cried out, “Pacey, please!”

“Please what?” he asked, worrying the flesh with his teeth.

“You know what,” she said, arching her back.

“Say it.”

“Suck on my tits, Pacey!”  she demanded hoarsely.

“Ask nicely,” he said, grinning against her smooth flesh, licking her areola delicately.

“No,” she replied.  “Do you have to be such an . . . ass . . . “

Her sentence trailed off as he reached beneath her and splayed a hand across her back, pressing more and more of her soft breast into his mouth as he sucked fiercely on her hard nipple, his calloused fingers pinching the other.

“Oh God!”

He couldn’t have said how long he stayed at her breasts, suckling and biting and licking her nipples.  When her body tremored, he began to move lower, kissing between her breasts.

“Not fair,” she said breathlessly, pouting provacatively as she stretched her arms above her head.  “You’ve got me all naked, but you’ve still got all your clothes on.”

“There’s a very good reason for that, Jo,” he said, kissing his way down her smooth flat stomach.  Kissing above her navel, he said, “I’d be screwing you senseless if I didn’t have clothes on.  That’s for another day, though.”

“Hopefully soon.”

He dipped his tongue into her belly button, then covered it with is mouth and blew air, making a horrendous noise on her stomach that made her giggle.  “Legs up,” he said easily, and she raised her knees obligingly.  Sliding his hands up the outside of her smooth thighs, he arranged her legs so the silken limbs dangled over his shoulders. 

She felt exposed, especially when he slid his hands underneath her ass and tilted her hips.  Raising up on her elbows, she stared down at him, at the erotic sight of his dark head between her thighs.  Sensing her gaze, he lifted his head from the quivering skin of her lower abdomen and stared back into hers.  “How you doing up there, Potter?”

“Just . . . f-fine.”

“You ready?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re about to pop, Josephine.  I’d also like to remind you that if you squeeze my head so hard with these lovely thighs of yours that you cause me to black out, it’s a three mile walk to the nearest phone to call for help,” he said, resting his chin on her pubic bone and grinning up at her. 

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” she giggled.  Her laughter died away as he began to trail kisses along the inside of her thighs lazily.

He nibbled the sensitive flesh teasingly, moving slowly.  Joey watched him with a hooded gaze, the sensations setting her nerves on fire.  He ignored the specific area where she desperately wanted his mouth, and continued to lick and suck her inner thighs.

“You’re going to take your sweet damn time, aren’t you?” she sighed dramatically, her braced arms beginning the tremble. 

“Nah.  You’ve waited long enough,” he said teasingly, spreading her with his thumbs.  His tongue found her hardened little nub immediately, grazing it with his teeth. 

She collapsed back on the blanket, her back arching.  “Oh shit, Pacey!”

He grinned, slipping his tongue over her sensitive bud.  He lapped at her, and felt her fingers thread through his hair, felt the tremor course through her body, a prelude to the strength of her on-coming orgasm.  And heard her curse a blue streak.

Pacey began to enthusiastically lick the letters of his name on her aching clit, tracing a “P” then an “A”, suckling hard between letters.  She bucked against his face, and he moved with her easily. 

“Oh my God oh my God oh shit oh my God oh my God,” she cried out as the tip of his tongue traced the “C” of his name.  Her hips would have bucked again, but he held onto her with his strong hands, keeping her in place.

“You don’t have to call me God, you know,” he teased, his voice muffled.  His words barely registered in her brain as she pinched her own nipples, her back arching as much as his grip allowed. 

He was halfway through the “E” when she began to orgasm.  Holding on to her hips as she tried to buck hard against his face, he plunged his tongue deep inside her tight opening.  She soaked his face as he continued to push as far as could inside her, and he loved the way she came like a freight train, screaming a string of curses so vulgar a seasoned sailor would have blushed. 

Pacey continued to spear her with his tongue until every last spasm passed and her hips remained still.  Then he crawled up her dewey body and laid beside her, gathering her to him.

The sky was every shade of gold and pink and purple, and in the twilight they laid there together, catching their breath and staring up at the first stars.

“That was . . . “

“What, Jo?” he asked gently, tenderly sweeping aside a strand of hair trapped against the sweat-dampened skin on her face.

“The most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had,” she admitted, kissing him and noticing the taste of herself on his lips.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby,” he said quietly.  “When we make love, we’re going to set the world on fire.”

“Oh, you think you’re that good, do you?” she giggled, snuggling up to his side, slipping a bare thigh between his jean-clad legs.

“No, Jo,” he said, his hand reaching up to caress her face.  “We’re that good."

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