Blinded by Love

Title: "Blinded by Love"

Author: Kitka

Fandom: Dawson's Creek

Rating: NC-17 due to sex

Genre: Romance

Couple: Pacey/Andie

Spoilers: The fate of Pacey and Andie's relationship

Summary: When Andie becomes a Witch, will she result to spells to win Pacey back?

Disclaimer: Andie McPhee, Pacey Witter, Jack McPhee, Jennifer "Jen" Lindley, Josephine "Joey" Potter, Dawson Leery, and Dawson's Creek are all © & TM their respective owners and are used without permission. Chapter One's spell's words come from Shakira's "Rules", and the lyrics are © & TM their respective owner. Everything else is © & TM the author, Kitka. I make absolutely no profit whatsoever off of this story.







Prologue






        The furious wind and angry thunder tore at the small attic, shaking the ancient, wood boards until their racket filled the Victorian house. From the shadows, a white, smooth hand reached out, and as it reached, the violent storm outside grew. Fingers firmly grasped the handle of the small, glowing broom. Instantly, lightning flashed in all directions, and the attic windows were torn off their hinges and sent flying around the room. The blonde held tightly to the broomstick even as the whole house shook and the glow grew not only to envelope her but also the entire room around her.







Chaptne

Three Years Later




        The room's shadows were chased away only by the pink, red, magenta, gold, and silver candles. The dozens of candles were set in a circle just within the intricate pentegram carved into the floor. A single figure knelt before the altar in the pentagram's center. She simultaneously lifted two pieces of rope, one in each hand, and began to chant as she tied them together in a knot that no mortal's fingers would be able to untie.





Dovete giurare

Avete dovuto l'amore per amarli

Quello durerà per sempre

Dobbiamo avere una storia

Con una conclusione felice




        As she continued to chant, she poured a portion of a herb mixture onto the knot and began to rub it with steadfast hands into the ropes.





Così non vada mai via

E non messo mai da parte

Le cose sto andando dire

Poiché queste sono le regole per noi




        Lightning flashed outside her window, but she never even noticed as she continued to work her spell. Placing the single rope that now was where two had been tied together onto her altar, she sprinkled another portion of the herb mixture into a black bowl where a single picture of a handsome teenager smiled up at her. She lit a match and dropped it into the bowl before beginning to move her hands over the bowl. Her eyes closed as she focused her thoughts on imagining what she ached for actually happening.





Pacey Witter, usa i vostri occhi per guardarlo soltanto

Usi la vostra bocca per baciare soltanto i miei labbri

Siamo i rami dello stesso vecchio albero

Potete ridere soltanto se ridete con me

Potete cry soltanto se cry per me

Non si dimentichi che siete condemmed a me




        Even as the image burned, the photograph curling into itself, she sprinkled the remainder of the herb mixture she had worked so hard on into a liquid that swam inside her cauldron. She used her athame to stir the herbs into the potion even as she continued chanting:





L'OH può voi non vedere

Eravate sempre

Sarete sempre

E lo conoscete basterete per noi

Qualunque sembra di destra

Ma può occorrere un istante

Prima che cambi le regole




        As the herbs continued to dissolve into the bubbling liquid, her hands began to move over her cauldron, the bowl, and the rope. The three objects were set into a triangle, and her eyes closed as she continued to concentrate on what she intended to happen. Her lips continued to move without stopping:





Usi i vostri occhi per guardarlo soltanto

Usi la vostra bocca per baciare soltanto i miei labbri

Siamo i rami dello stesso vecchio albero

Potete ridere soltanto se ridete con me

Potete cry soltanto se cry per me

Non si dimentichi che siete condannati a me

L'OH può voi non vedere

Eravate sempre

Sarete sempre




        Even as thunder violently shook the building, echoing throughout her apartment, the Witch continued chanting long into the night.







Chapter Two

The Next Day




        As she walked into the restaurant, her head held proudly and defiantly, her blue eyes swept the room. She was immediately greeted by a young redhead who could not have been any more than eighteen. "Ma'am," she said cheerfully, a huge smile plastered over her face, "will you be dining alone this evening?"

        The blonde turned to look at her, and when she spoke, it was in a cold, flat voice that clearly left no room for protest, "I'm looking for Pacey Witter. Where is he?"

        The girl swallowed the lump that rose in her throat as the older woman's icy blue eyes fixed on her own emerald eyes. "Mister Witter is in the kitchen, ma'am. Can I get you anything?"

        "Yeah." The response was cold and curt. "You can get me him."

        "Mister Witter doesn't like to be . . . " The redhead fell abruptly silent as the blonde dressed in black took one step closer to her. She faltered for just a second, stepping swiftly backwards, but she then hurriedly said, "Right. Let me fetch him for you, miss." She turned swiftly and all but ran to the swinging doors of the kitchen.

        Just as the redhead reached the kitchen's entrance, the doors blew open, and she nearly collided with her manager. "M-Mister Witter, there's a woman here to see you," she babbled nervously.

        "Annette, how many times do I have to tell you that when I'm on the clock . . . " Pacey's voice died suddenly in his throat as the blonde appeared behind his employee.

        Brown eyes met blue eyes, and he swallowed hard. "Pacey." When she spoke his name, it was neither with anger nor indifference, but it also was not with the adoring, cheerful voice that had once made his very day every day for quite some time.

        "Andie." He had thought he would never see her again, and he was stunned speechless. Although he wondered why she was dressed in such solemn colors, he also could not help admiring her beauty.

        "I know it's been a long time, Pacey, but I need to talk to you. It's important."

        As she spoke again, he was even more surprised to see the change in her demeanor. In only a matter of seconds, her expression-less face and eyes had been clouded with a sadness so great that it was all he could not to reach out and take her into his arms where he might stand a chance of protecting her against whatever had obviously hurt her so terribly. "Right. Huh, Annette?"

        "Getting lost, sir," she replied even as she swiftly sprinted away and back to the door to welcome the restaurant's next couple.

        Andie watched Annette's hurried departure, but Pacey could not tear his eyes away from the beauty before him. When she looked back to him, he was still staring, and she completely hid a smile. When she spoke again, her tone was filled with tears. "Pacey, I know I have no right to ask this of you, but something terrible has happened. You're the only one I can turn to."

        "What about Jack?" he managed to move his lips enough to ask.

        She closed her eyes briefly against what he thought to be pain. When she reopened them, they glistened with tears. "I don't know how I'm going to tell him. I can't . . . not yet. I'll need some one there with me when I do, and you're the only one I have to turn to. Please, Pacey, I . . ."

        He could stand it no longer as he closed the physical distance that had once stood between them. His hands itched to cup her lovely face, but instead he shoved them into his pockets. "What is it, Andie? What's happened?"

        She sent a quick glance around the room. "Not here, Pacey," she said, shaking her head in regret. "It's not something that I can say in public. It's . . . " She broke herself off, shaking her head. "Can you come by tonight?"

        He shouldn't be alonth hth her, but how could he possibly refuse her when she was so close to tears? "Of course," he found himself saying before he could even give the matter any further thought. "But . . . Where is here?"

        "My apartment," Andie replied, reaching into her jacket pocket and retrieving a small, white business card. She handed it to him, and he glanced at it. "You're an author now?" he asked in surprise, looking back up at her. When she nodded, he asked, "What do you write?"

        Even more sadness and grief filled her blue eyes as she spoke in a soft, sad voice, "Let's just say I've had a lot of experience with heartache and dying." Her words stung his heart, but she spoke again before he could say anything else. "So I'll see you tonight, say around eight o'clock?"

        "I'll be there," he promised.

        Without giving him a chance to say anything else, she turned and left. She had seen the regret in his wonderful eyes when she had spoken of the heartache she had experienced, but she knew she could not have borne whatever he might have been about to say then and so had interrupted him as quickly as she had been able to. As she passed through the door, her left hand pushing it open, her right hand reached up, its fingers gently wiping her closed eyes.

        He watched her go. His lips were a grim line, but only his brown eyes spoke truly, giving away his hammering heart that felt as if it had been ripped out. He had caused her so much misery in their past together, and now she was dying. What other reason could she have for wearing all black on this day? What else could she possibly have that she could talk to him about but could not yet speak with her own brother about? His eyes closed tightly against the tears that threatened to swell in them. His Andie was dying.

        As Andie's car zipped down the road outside the restaurant, a slow smile began to spread over her lips. The grief left her eyes, and her baby blues shone for the first time in years. Everything would soon be just as it should be again.





Chapter Three




        The doorbell chimed at exactly eight o'clock. He had already been there, standing outside her door, for the last three minutes, talking to himself mentally and trying desperately to calm his nerves. How could it be that she was dying? She was so young and still had so much to live for!

        What was he going to do when she told him? How was he going to react? He couldn't cry for her; that would only makes matters worse. What he truly wanted to do he had long ago given up any right to do, and that was to wrap her in his arms and keep her safe from any and all possible dangers. Yet even if he could do so, he would still be absolutely powss tss to stop whatever disease was eating away at his beloved.

        Why was it that, after all this time, when she finally came to him again, it was due to a matter that he had never wanted to happen? Although he had not seen her for years, his feelings for her were still there and just as strong as they had been when she had went away from Capeside all those years ago to get well and regain mental stability.

        Now, as his heart pounded in his chest and he waited for her to answer the door, he began to wonder if perhaps he was going crazy. He already was, he thought. Crazy over her. Oh, he'd tried everything he had been able to think of, but nothing had quite . . .

        His thoughts shattered as the door slid open, and she stood there looking at him with a brave smile on her soft lips. Her blonde hair was swept down behind her shoulders, and his fingers longed to be able to run through it. She wore a dress of black silk that seemed almost to twirl around her slim figure. "Pacey," she spoke his name warmly with the same brave smile yet, despite her beautiful appearance, the smile on her lovely face, and the warmth of her voice that had once crooned sweet words of love into his eager ears, he could not be fooled. The sadness he saw in her eyes gave her away. She was dying, he thought, not only physically but spiritually, as well.

        "Come in." She spoke the words softly, her smile still firmly in place, as she turned and swept back into her apartment, leaving him to follow her.

        He walked into the room, hoping that the feelings that toiled within his heart and soul were not showing. He slid the door to a silent close behind him, and when he turned back around, he was surprised to find her at a round table in the center of the room. Two glasses set side by side on the table, and she was finishing pouring a drink into them. "I thought you might be a bit thirsty," she said in way of explanation to his puzzled look.

        "Andie, that looks like champagne." She nodded slowly, and he shook his head. He started to cross the floor to her. "There's nothing to celebrate."

        "Life, Pacey," she explained with a gentle smile even as she lifted the glasses and offered him one. "Life is too short. When you have the money to buy things, you should enjoy them while you can before it's too late."

        As he accepted the glass, their fingers brushed, shooting electric sparks through both. Andie calmly took the right chair, crossed her legs before her, and looked up and over to Pacey as he sat down. Her sad, blue eyes studied him intently. She could tell he was nervous. "Thank you for seeing me tonight, Pacey. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure you would. After everything we've put each other through, I wouldn't have blamed you if you had declined to come here tonight."

        "Andie, if you need me, I'll always be there for you." His deep brown eyes met her baby blues as he spoke.

        She smiled sadly. "Here's to friends then," she said, lifting the glass in offer to a toast. He hesitated but finally clinked his glass against hers. They drank at the same time, but her eyes never left him. He swallowed, and she witnessed his eyes shimmer for a few seconds before returning to normal.

        Finally, she put her glass back down onto the table. A soft sigh emitted from her lips. "Pacey," she spoke slowly, shaking her head just as slowly, "I don't know how to tell you this, but I . . ." Her voice drifted off as she stood abruptly and walked over to look out over Boston's night life. "God, I knew this would be hard, but I didn't know it would be this hard . . ."

        He rose and followed her to the window. "Whatever it is, Andie, you can tell me," his voice assured her from just behind her.

        "Oh, Pacey, I've . . . I've done something horrible . . ." A tear slipped down her cheek.

        His head jerked back slowly in surprise. She had done something horrible? Was this really what she had brought him here to tell him tonight? Was she . . . not dying? His heart leapt with hope even as he reached out and, with gentle hands, turned her to face him. "Andie," he called to her, but her eyes would not meet his. He gently lifted her chin with a single finger, forcing her eyes to meet his. "McPhee," he said softly, "I don't know what it is you've gotten yourself into, but whatever it is, I'm here for you. Whatever it is, I'll understand, and I'll help you throug."
        "Oh, Pacey," she breathed softly, a deep sorrow clouding her beautiful features. "It's you. I lied to you again tonight. I lied to you and made you think I was dying to lure you here tonight. Please, don't run," she begged him, her eyes frantically searching his. "Give me a chance to explain." He nodded slowly. "I knew you wouldn't talk to me in public, not about this, but I had to tell you. I'm not over you. I'll never be over you. I love you too much to be able to let go."

        "Oh, Andie . . . " His voice broke with emotion even as his hand moved to gently caress her cheek. "I love you, too. I've always loved you. You're everything to me, and there is nothing more I want in life than to be able to be with you."

        Her eyes lit with hope as she spoke tentatively, "Really?"

        He smiled down at her, and her heart thrilled. "Really," he said as his head lowered towards hers.

        His lips touched softly down upon hers at first, but the kiss grew quickly. Her lips parted eagerly, and their tongues slid smoothly into one another's mouths to taste even more deeply of each other. His arms slid around her slender waist, pulling her close to him, and her hands slid up and over his chest. His hands caressed the small of her back as her fingers entwined in the ends of his brown hair. They stood in one another's loving embrace for a long time, their lips and tongues parting only to seek deeper pleasures and new positions.

        Eventually, her hands moved back down over his chest. They ran over his chest before beginning to push off his jacket. Without question, his arms and hands left her body to shed his jacket and toss it aside. Her hips instinctively cradled the growing bulge in his pants. Neither of their mouths paused in their passionate kissing for even a second as their hands changed positions. His went to cup her bosom, his hands and fingers gently caressing her tight breasts through the slim fabric of her dress.

        Her fingers set to work on the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning each one in a steady line down to his pants. She pulled the shirt's hem out of his pants and then pushed it off of his fine torso, her hands caressing his naked skin as she did so. She tossed the shirt away from them, freeing her hands to once more run over his chest. She paused at his hard nipples, her fingertips massaging them briefly, before moving on down to his pants.

        She was about to unzip his pants when he moved, his lips leaving hers, both surprising and worrying her for just a second. His lips moved over her face -- brushing soft kisses across her forehead, the backs of her eyes, and the tip of her nose before beginning a trail of heated kisses across her cheeks that led to her right ear. There, he nibbled softly on her ear lobe, his tongue sliding across the tender skin, before whispering into her ear, "I love you, Andie McPhee."

        His words thrilled her and set her heart to beating even faster. "And I love you, Pacey Witter," she whispered back as her lips brushed briefly across his throat. Even as his hands reached behind her and began to unzip her dress, hers returned to his pants. She unbuttoned them and brought the zipper down before letting them fall around his ankles. Her hands moved back up to caress his eager sword through the soft fabric of his boxers even as he slid her dress down over her shoulders.

        His lips moved once more, this time setting a trail of hot kisses running down her neck to the base of her throat. He paused there, his tongue flicking out to taste her flesh, before continuing the trail of kisses that brought him to her taut bosoms. Once there, he gently took her left breast into his mouth, sucking hard even as his tongue slashed over her hard skin. As he continued to suck her breast, his teeth grazed gently across her flesh, and her head fell back in ecasty, a soft moan escaping her lips as he continued his passionate assault on her breast.

        As he finally pulled his head back, slowly releasing her taut breast from his hot mouth, her hands resumed the stroking of his sword, and it almost quivered in response. His tongue ran over the skin between her breasts before nipping at her right nipple. His teeth were gentle and playful as he nibbled her there before taking the rest of her breast into his mouth and giving it the same treatment he had her left one. His hands finally released her zipper, leaving her dress to fall the rest of the way down to lay in black pools around her feet. Neon lights from outside flashed over her naked body.

        Her hands slid up and over his sword. Reaching the hem of his boxers, her fingers slipped inside and ran over his skin before pushing his boxers down. The very second it was free from the boxers, his sword sprang up, begging for her attention. Her hands ran back up his legs towards his groin, but instead of heading for his anxious sword, they moved instead to caress his fuzzy testicles. Her hands massaghem hem before running back down over his sword. Her fingertips teased its head before running back up his body.

        As her hands again encircled his neck, she suddenly leapt up. His massive sword entered her sheathe in one, swift plunge, and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. As her lips recaptured his, she breathed against them, "Take me to bed, Pacey," and he did just that.





Chapter Four




        Late in the night, she stirred slowly. As her blue eyes fluttered open, his handsome face was the first thing she saw. He was sound asleep, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. She smiled. Life could not possibly be any more perfect!

        In the shadows lit only by the city lights drifting in from outside her open window, she spied something sticking out from underneath his pillow. She managed to wriggle a hand free of his warm embrace, reached up, and pushed the rope back into hiding inside his pillow case. It would not do for him to ever find that and learn what she had done. If that were to happen, her paradise would shatter, but it simply wasn't going to happen.

        He stirred as her arm slipped back into its previous position. "Andie?"

        In response, she leaned over and kissed him deeply. His arms still encircling her, he rolled over onto his back, bringing her to lay on top of him. His hands began to caress her body again as their kiss deepened, their tongues sliding smoothly back into one another's mouths. His hands fondled her breasts as hers lovingly stroked his shoulders. As his sword came steadily back to life, it slid smoothly back into her warmth, and she began to ride him once again.

        It stretched further into her than it ever had before, filling her completely as she tightened and released only to tighten once again around it. Their kisses grew in passion, each one more sizzling than the last, and their hands heatedly caressed every inch of the other's body that they could possibly find. They loved each other well throughout the night and on late into the next day and even beyond that.





Chapter Five




        He awoke on the third morning with her only to find her already straddling him. She leaned down before him, her tight breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him. "Good morning, sleepy head," she purred, her blue eyes gazing lovingly down into his deep brown pools. "I have a surprise for you."

        "Hmm?" he mumbled sleepily against her lips. "What's that?"

        "Just lay there and find out," she purred to him. She kissed him passionately one more time before beginning to lead a trail of heated kisses his his throat and over his chest. She paused at each hard nipple, nipping them softly, pulling them into her mouth, and chewing gently at them. A soft moan escaped his lips as the waves of pleasure shot through him yet again.

        Her lips resumed their trail, and as they started over his belly, her breasts dipped to rub against his hard sword. His moans of pleasure were music to his ears as she continued downwards. Her teeth gently grazed his testicles as she pulled his left one into her mouth. She sucked it hard, her tongue and teeth grazing it, before administering the same treatment to his right testicle.

        Finally, she reached his sword. Her tongue tempted its tip with a quick lick before she began to give long licks to each side. It wriggled in pleasure, and his moans grew louder. Her fingers gently massaged his sword as she nipped him extremely gently. She returned to seductively licking his member, prolonging the inevitable and causing his passion to grow nearly to the breaking point.

        Her lips finally brushed again across his sword's head. Her tongue slipped from her lips to lick it again before her mouth slowly began to lower upon it. She sucked it with a gentleness that quickly grew hard, slowly taking more and more of it into her mouth. It began to jerk inside her heated mouth, but she continued swallowing it until its tip nearly reached the back of her throat. If she were to take any more, she would surely choke, but it was at that second that he reached the peek.

        She held tightly to his sword as his sperms spilled forth into her mouth. When she had swallowed the last and his sword had gone limp, she finally pulled back. Their eyes met as she licked her lips, and he again groaned. She had never seen him smile so brilliantly as she again started her way back up his body. "Nice surprise?" she purred to him as her body laid over his.

        Their lips were only inches apart as he replied, "Wonderful," and then they began to kiss again.





Chapter Six




        The following morning found both exhausted but still basking in the brilliant glow from their love-making. Her hand lovingly caressed his chest as she mumbled softly, "I don't want you to have to go back to work today."

        "Andie, I've already called in sick the last three days. I don't want to go back either, but I can't pretend to be sick again."

        She looked up at him, and their eyes met. "I didn't think the restaurant was called Pacey's Place for another Pacey."

        "It's not," he said with a shake of his head.

        "So you own it?"

        "Yeah. What are you getting at, McPhee?"

        "Pacey, it's simple really, love. If you own the restaurant, you're in charge of every one and everything there." Her slender shoulders shrugged carelessly as she concluded, "Just tell them you're taking a vacation."

        "But what if something comes up that they can't handle?"

        Andie sat up and then turned to lean over her beloved. His hands reached up for her breasts, but she gently swatted them away. "Pacey, what's more important to you?" she asked him. "Being with me or your business?"

        "You are," he said without hesitation. "You're the most important thing to me in all of life."

        "Good boy," she purred down to him. She allowed his hands to cup and caress her breasts even as her lips lowered over his and kissed him once again.

        Later, as they again bathed in the warmth of their love's glow, Andie spoke again, "Sweetheart, do you still have a boat?" When he nodded, she asked him, "Why don't we take our vacation on it? You can call in to work; then I can call Jack to drive us there. That way, neither of our cars will have to wait out the week at the harbor."

        "I do like the way you think, beautiful," he told her gently before reaching over her to grab the phone.




To Be Continued . . .