She was standing in front of the elevators when Pacey caught up with her.
"Hey, there you are."
"Yeah, here I am," Joey shrugged, "Is there any more that you would like to share about me or am I not a big enough audience for you?"
"Come on, Jo, it's not like I knew you were in there. Besides, it's my writing and despite everything you did inspire it."
"Pacey, I'm not mad that you talked about me, that's not it. I was just hurt when you were gone this morning, I didn't expect that and instantly thought the worst," Joey furrowed her brow, unsure of what to say next.
The elevator doors opened and Pacey stepped inside, leaving Joey standing in the hallway staring at him in disbelief. As she opened her mouth to protest Pacey grabbed her arm and pulled her into the elevator.
"What are you doing?"
"This is better," Pacey grinned as he leaned forward and hit the penthouse button, "Not so public."
"What does that matter?"
"If we were in public I wouldn't be able to do this," Pacey whispered huskily as he reached out and pulled Joey against him, brushing his lips against hers, "This is what I want. Now. Always."
"What changed your mind?"
"You did. Watching you listen to me talk about you and seeing you chewing on your lip," Pacey ran his left forefinger across her lower lip, "And I realized that you are still the person I loved, and the person I love now. Do you love me?"
Joey looked into Pacey's clear blue eyes, "Yes."
Pacey tilted his head so his forehead was resting against Joey's, "All right then. It's settled."
Joey was about to ask what was settled when the elevator stopped at Pacey's floor and the door opened. Pacey walked forward, forcing Joey to move backwards, their actions resembling an awkward dance. Thankfully Pacey's room wasn't too far down the hall and while Pacey fumbled for his key, Joey busied herself with getting reacquainted with his neck and collarbone. Pacey cursed under his breath as he dropped the key.
"Jo, you keep that up and we are never getting inside. Though I am not adverse to putting on a show in the hallway."
"Like that wouldn't make the headlines – 'Famed writer Andrew Wilder gets it on with adoring fan in Michigan hotel' – I wouldn't want to be fodder for the gossip mills."
"You'd love it," Pacey laughed, "Besides, it would do wonders for my sales figures."
Pacey finally got the door open and pushed Joey backwards and into the room. Joey reached behind him and shut the door with a quick shove. The continued to make their way across the room in the general direction of the bed, alternately kissing each others' mouths, faces and necks. Joey felt the bed hit the backs of the legs and fell backwards, pulling Pacey down on top of her.
"Are you sure this is what you want," Pacey asked, looking down on her and sweeping her hair away from her face.
"I'm sure that this is all I have ever wanted – to be with you like this," Joey sighed, "God, I feel like this is my first time."
"I don't know, you seem pretty experienced to me," Pacey laughed.
"Leave it to you to make me laugh at a time like this."
"Sch-weetie, there is no better time."
Pacey leaned in and kissed her; it was a kiss that started out sweet and slow, as he sucked in her lower lip and brushed his tongue over it and then moved deeper as they both opened wider, taking in more and more of the other. Joey started unbuttoning Pacey's denim shirt, pulling it off his shoulders as she went. Underneath he wore a plain white t-shirt that she pulled off in one quick motion, causing their mouths to part for one brief second. Pacey mimicked her actions and striped off her sweater and thermal undershirt. The sight of the pink satin bra she was wearing caused a reaction like pouring lighter fluid on an already burning fire and Pacey immediately began taking off Joey's black leggings, revealing a matching thong. Joey reached down and undid Pacey's belt and pulled his khakis down as he kicked off his shoes and then his pants. As undressed as they were it didn't seem like they had enough skin touching and each of them pulled of the remaining items the other was wearing.
"God, I want you. You have no idea," Joey said, pulling her mouth away from his for a brief moment.
"You have never looked more beautiful," Pacey whispered into her ear, kissing her eyelids, "This could not have turned out more perfect."
"Pacey," Joey whispered, "This is only the beginning."
"Yeah, here I am," Joey shrugged, "Is there any more that you would like to share about me or am I not a big enough audience for you?"
"Come on, Jo, it's not like I knew you were in there. Besides, it's my writing and despite everything you did inspire it."
"Pacey, I'm not mad that you talked about me, that's not it. I was just hurt when you were gone this morning, I didn't expect that and instantly thought the worst," Joey furrowed her brow, unsure of what to say next.
The elevator doors opened and Pacey stepped inside, leaving Joey standing in the hallway staring at him in disbelief. As she opened her mouth to protest Pacey grabbed her arm and pulled her into the elevator.
"What are you doing?"
"This is better," Pacey grinned as he leaned forward and hit the penthouse button, "Not so public."
"What does that matter?"
"If we were in public I wouldn't be able to do this," Pacey whispered huskily as he reached out and pulled Joey against him, brushing his lips against hers, "This is what I want. Now. Always."
"What changed your mind?"
"You did. Watching you listen to me talk about you and seeing you chewing on your lip," Pacey ran his left forefinger across her lower lip, "And I realized that you are still the person I loved, and the person I love now. Do you love me?"
Joey looked into Pacey's clear blue eyes, "Yes."
Pacey tilted his head so his forehead was resting against Joey's, "All right then. It's settled."
Joey was about to ask what was settled when the elevator stopped at Pacey's floor and the door opened. Pacey walked forward, forcing Joey to move backwards, their actions resembling an awkward dance. Thankfully Pacey's room wasn't too far down the hall and while Pacey fumbled for his key, Joey busied herself with getting reacquainted with his neck and collarbone. Pacey cursed under his breath as he dropped the key.
"Jo, you keep that up and we are never getting inside. Though I am not adverse to putting on a show in the hallway."
"Like that wouldn't make the headlines – 'Famed writer Andrew Wilder gets it on with adoring fan in Michigan hotel' – I wouldn't want to be fodder for the gossip mills."
"You'd love it," Pacey laughed, "Besides, it would do wonders for my sales figures."
Pacey finally got the door open and pushed Joey backwards and into the room. Joey reached behind him and shut the door with a quick shove. The continued to make their way across the room in the general direction of the bed, alternately kissing each others' mouths, faces and necks. Joey felt the bed hit the backs of the legs and fell backwards, pulling Pacey down on top of her.
"Are you sure this is what you want," Pacey asked, looking down on her and sweeping her hair away from her face.
"I'm sure that this is all I have ever wanted – to be with you like this," Joey sighed, "God, I feel like this is my first time."
"I don't know, you seem pretty experienced to me," Pacey laughed.
"Leave it to you to make me laugh at a time like this."
"Sch-weetie, there is no better time."
Pacey leaned in and kissed her; it was a kiss that started out sweet and slow, as he sucked in her lower lip and brushed his tongue over it and then moved deeper as they both opened wider, taking in more and more of the other. Joey started unbuttoning Pacey's denim shirt, pulling it off his shoulders as she went. Underneath he wore a plain white t-shirt that she pulled off in one quick motion, causing their mouths to part for one brief second. Pacey mimicked her actions and striped off her sweater and thermal undershirt. The sight of the pink satin bra she was wearing caused a reaction like pouring lighter fluid on an already burning fire and Pacey immediately began taking off Joey's black leggings, revealing a matching thong. Joey reached down and undid Pacey's belt and pulled his khakis down as he kicked off his shoes and then his pants. As undressed as they were it didn't seem like they had enough skin touching and each of them pulled of the remaining items the other was wearing.
"God, I want you. You have no idea," Joey said, pulling her mouth away from his for a brief moment.
"You have never looked more beautiful," Pacey whispered into her ear, kissing her eyelids, "This could not have turned out more perfect."
"Pacey," Joey whispered, "This is only the beginning."