The sound of the phone breaks the stillness of my dark room.  I make a misguided attempt to stop the noise by slamming my hand down on the alarm clock, but the ringing continues.

I pull a pillow over my head, but I can still hear it.  I know Gretchen won’t get it since the girl sleeps like the dead.  I want to ignore it but growing up in a family of cops makes that fairly impossible.  If there’s one thing they taught me it’s that you never know when there’s gonna be an emergency.

Cursing under my breath I jump out of bed and run to the kitchen to grab the receiver.

“Yeah?” I grumble.  I am expecting to be greeted by a lecture from either my dad or my brother so I am caught off guard when I hear Joey’s voice:

“Were you sleeping?”

“Jo? Ummm yeah - I was.”  She’s quiet on the other end and I rub my eyes and look around for the clock, “it’s almost 2 in the morning - I usually sleep around then.”

“Oh.  OK. Sorry go back to bed.”

“Joey are you OK?”

“Yeah.” her voice sounds small and far away.

“Jo…” she must sense the growing worry in my tone so she sighs when she says,

“I just miss you.”

“You miss me?  I just saw you a couple of hours ago!  Remember that guy who drove you home?  Around 9:30?  Tall handsome guy, dark hair, blue eyes?  That was me.”

“That was you huh?  Oh right - I think I remember now.”

“Ok, did you call and drag me out of bed in the middle of the night just to mock me?”

“Nooooo,” she giggles at me.  “I missed you.”

“Yeah, we covered that.”  The cold tile chills my feet and I hop from side to side to keep them warm.

“No, I missed you, Pacey.  Right now.”

“You mean - in your bed - missed me?”

“Mmm hmmm.”

I feel a grin spreading across my face and I know it seeps into my voice, “Josephine Potter did you call to tell me you’re horny?!”  She gasps and I can practically see the eye rolling from here.

“Pacey!” she squeals, “you’re so crude! I can’t sleep - OK? I’m restless.”

“Restless?” I tease, “is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“Good night, Pacey!” she makes like she’s going to hang up the phone but I know she won’t.

“Wait, wait!  Let’s talk about this ‘restlessness’ that’s plaguing you.  I mean, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t do all I could to help you overcome it so you could have a nice peaceful night of sleep?”

“What exactly can you do from across town?” she mutters.

“Is that a challenge?”  I’m egging her on but I’ve got her attention - now I just have to be sure to direct it properly.  “Because, you know I love a good challenge Joey.”

“You do not!  You are definitely the road more traveled type of guy.”

“Um, excuse me but you called me, so you must have expected me to do something to soothe this frustration you’re feeling.”

“I’m not frustrated!” she protests.

“Right - you’re restless, got it.”  I hop up onto the counter and try to get comfortable in the dark kitchen, “So Joey…what are you wearing?”

“What am I…? Did you just say what I think you said?!”

“What are you wearing?” I repeat quietly.  I can hear her take a deep breath before she answers,

“Nothing…?” her response sounds like a question, like she is saying what she thinks I want to hear.

“Liar.  Tell me what you’re really wearing.”

“It’s not very exciting.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”  At this point she could tell me she was wearing a snowsuit and I wouldn’t care, I’m aroused just by the fact that she’s even playing along.

“Well - then - I’m wearing shorts and a t-shirt.”

“What kind of t-shirt?”

“Mmmm…your t-shirt.”

“See - now that is exciting.  Which one?”

“The - uh…the hockey one.”

“You are wearing my Bruins jersey? The one I’ve been looking for? The one you claimed to have no knowledge of its whereabouts?!” I chuckle at her cleverness, “well you’re forgiven because you look damn sexy in it.”

“How do you know?” she purrs.

“I know because you look amazing in all my clothes.  In fact I would start a campaign to just dress you in my stuff all the time, but that would only encourage me to want to tear it off you and that wouldn’t really be practical.”  I scratch through my hair as I lower my voice again, “so why did you wear my shirt to bed?”

“It smells like you,” she whispers, “so when I close my eyes I can almost pretend that you’re here.  It feels good against my skin.”  Before I can even respond to that she asks me, “what are you wearing?”

“Me?  Just my fireman gear.”

“Now who’s the liar?”

“Ok - doctors outfit?”

“Nope”

“Cowboy get-up?”

“Pacey…” she moans my name in a way that instantly makes me hard.

“Alright - sleep pants and a tank top.”

“The drawstring kind?”

“Yup”

“White tank?”

“Grey.”

“Oooohhh… I like that look.” She actually does seem turned on by this news.  I pull the hem of my tank away from my stomach and squint at it in the dark, it doesn’t seem particularly sexy to me but then again I wouldn’t have thought the hockey jersey had much sex appeal either.

“Where are you?” I whisper as I let go of the shirt and absently rub my belly.

“In bed.”

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah” she breathes, “well, I am now - before I called I was tossing and turning.”

“You want to toss and turn some more?”

“What do you propose?”

“Take off your shorts.” I say my voice just above a whisper.  She is silent and I wait for her to start arguing but she doesn’t.  Instead I hear the soft rustle of fabric gliding over skin.  I almost can’t believe my ears but I don’t let on.  “Are they off?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good.  Now Jo - tell me what you want.”

I hear her inhale sharply and shift in her bed.  Since we’ve started having sex this is how I get her to feel confident enough to take the initiative.  At first she was shy and didn’t know quite how to say the words, but lately she has become much more comfortable about expressing herself.

And just as exciting as discovering her desires is her response when I ask her - the moans and sighs, the nails scratching against my back and the tantalizing bites along my flesh.  I close my eyes and imagine how she looks right now - warm and sensual and half dressed tangled up in her sheets.

“Pace?” she whispers giving a voice to the image in my mind.

“Yes, baby…”

“I want you to make me come.”

I actually groan out loud at her words.  Leaning forward from my seat on the counter my free hand grips the edge to steady myself and I take a deep breath.  I want to focus only on her right now - my pleasure can come later.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I begin.  I tell her how just the scent of her perfume can make me dizzy and that sometimes an entire hour will pass before I realize all I’ve been doing is thinking about the taste of her.  Through the line I can hear her breath quicken and she bites back a small cry.  I whisper how good it feels to touch her, to feel her hands on my skin, to kiss her till I practically ache from every cell.

She gasps my name and I talk a little slower, my voice deep and nearly cracking with hunger.  I know she’s close by the way she starts to moan softly and I tell her what it feels like to be inside her - the amazing heat and perfection that exists in that one moment when I don’t know where I end and she begins.

Before I’ve even finished telling her how much I want her she’s crying out for me and I whisper her name over and over until she’s come back down.  Seconds pass with just the sound of our mutual breathing holding us together.  She’s the first to speak again when she simply says,

“Oh my god.”

“You OK?”

“Ha! You could say that!” she says breathlessly.  “Oh my god we just had phone sex!”

I chuckle with her and lean my head back against the cabinet, trying to control the urge to follow suit right there in the damn kitchen.

“So was it good for you?” she says starting to giggle.

“You were great for me.”

“Oh…” she stops laughing, “oh Pacey - didn’t you…?  Oh, honey, I’m so sorry! Wow, I’m really bad at this.” She sounds genuinely upset which is why I make my sudden decision.

“No you’re not Jo - you’re amazing.  In fact I’d like to schedule one of these calls every night from now on!”

“Well…I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Good.  You have 10 minutes to think of how.” I say sliding off the counter and grabbing the car keys off their hook.

“What? Are you…? Pacey you’re not coming over here are you?!”

“You think after that I could go to bed without seeing you? Nuh uh, Jo - I’ll park at the end of the road, meet me down by the dock with some blankets.”

“Pacey!” I can almost guarantee that she has sat straight up in bed and is eyeing her door as if her sister will break in now from just the mere mention of me appearing in the middle of the night.

“I want you.  Right now.”

I can hear the smile in her voice as she whispers “I want you too.”

“Then let me off the phone woman!  The faster I get over there the sooner I can start
re-enacting every single thing I just said to you!”

“Promise?” her voice is low and sexy.

“5 minutes,” I growl, “and bring a pillow.”

“Already got one.”  With that the phone clicks and she’s gone.  Barely a minute passes before I am as well - on my way straight to her.

And I can’t wait to see her in my jersey - and out of it - when I take it back with me.