True Lovers

True Lovers


The boat slowly made it's way out of the harbor, rocking gently as the deeper waves of the ocean were reached. The setting sun and the cool breeze combined to make the perfect temperature.


Joey leaned back against the side, watching him through slitted eyes.


He stood at the small wheel, obviously in his element. Eyes moved constantly across the horizon, up and down the mast and sail, making sure everything was working properly together.


He had yet to really look at her.


She was lost in guilt for a moment, remembering the pain in his eyes when she said goodbye at the wedding.


Shaking her head to clear it, she stood and approached him from behind. It wasn't far across the tiny deck, only a moment until she could touch him again.


She stopped directly behind him, her nose inches from the nape of his neck. He moved, and suddenly her face was pressed against him, his masculine smell permeating her senses.


Joey slipped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly as she pressed a kiss against the silky hairs at his nape. God, she had missed touching him.


"Hey." His deep voice was soft as he rubbed at her clasped hands with one of his. "You all right?"


He brought his arm back around her, drawing her up against his side. He was warm, and smelled so good, and he was Pacey.


"I'm happier than I've ever been." She snuggled up, kissing his jawline. "Ever." And it was true.


For a moment she stood there shocked at her own admission. Was it really true? Was she happier than she'd ever been?


Joey flashed back to the night when Dawson kissed her for the first time. She was astounded to realize that, aside from being a turning point in her life, it didn't even compare to just being held by Pacey.


She glanced up, meeting his eyes. There was a look of wonder on his face. As if he beheld something he'd never imagined existed. Which she guessed was true.


A wave of love washed over her, and she touched her lips to his with a tenderness that was almost heartbreaking. She clutched a handful of his shirt, holding on as if life depended on it.


After an endless moment, Pacey gently broke the kiss. He took a large breath before opening his eyes and gazing again into the face of the woman he loved.


His chest was tight with emotion. To finally be free to love and be loved by Josephine Potter was a heady thing. He didn't know whether to jump for joy or cry his eyes out. Both, maybe.


"I love you, Potter." His voice broke on her name, and he had to swallow back some, before he lost it right in front of her.


Her liquid eyes became even more so. With trembling lips she spoke, "You... you've never said that before." The longing in her voice caused a flutter in his heart -- and a twinge of guilt in his gut.


"I know... I... " he suddenly needed to make some things clear to her. "Hang on, I think now's a good time to drop anchor."


They were a good 2 hours out of Capeside, and darkness was almost fully upon them. He most likely would sto stopped now, anyway.


He set Joey to letting out and setting the anchor, and he checked his charts, radioing the locals to report his position.


Thankful for the sudden lack of wind, he furled the sails, getting caught up in the routine of shutting things down for the night. He bumped into Joey a few times, the two of them working together with a synchronicity that would've surprised Dawson. If he saw them now, he'd realize that this was a closeness built over an entire year of close friendship, and a lifetime before that.


When he was finished, Pacey traveled back astern, his rumbling belly telling him he'd waited too long to eat. He found Joey preparing their meal in the small cabin, sending nervous glances the way of the single bunk.


He grinned in the darkness, looking forward to addressing that particular problem in its time. A debate with Joey was always stimulating.


Joey brought dinner out on deck, finding a pleasantly tired Pacey waiting for her.


"Hungry?" She handed him a plate.


"Starved." He dug in, sitting back to look at her once he had a few bites in his stomach.


She was eating quietly, obviously still thinking about the sleeping arrangements.


"Thanks for cooking. I hadn't considered how much less work I'd have to do if someone came with." He hadn't meant to sound sarcastic, but that's how it came out.


Joey paused mid-chew, staring at the deck as she dealt with the sudden pain. She realized she'd have to try and explain herself, so that this wouldn't become a festering wound between them.


Taking a deep breath, she looked up into Pacey's eyes. They were warm, and full of his love for her. She began...


"Falling for you was not something that I expected." She smiled, faintly. "It pretty much turned my world upside down. For so long I've done the safe thing; my relationship with Dawson, my schoolwork, job at the Icehouse, date the mild-mannered college guy." She gave him the self-deprecating half smile that was her trademark. "You're not a safe person, Pace. You make me think, and do things that I wouldn't normally do. Take risks, stretch myself." She put her plate down on the deck next to her. "I think I've grown more in the past year than I did in the five years before that. And it's all due to you, Pacey."


She reached out to clasp the rigging, needing the support.


"There was really only one area that I was afraid to mess with, afraid to touch... and that was my relationship with Dawson."


She glanced over to find him staring at her intently, food forgotten for the moment.


"I don't remember a time when my name wasn't linked with his, and my friendship with him, for a long time, defined who I was. I was afraid that if I lost him, I'd lose myself."


She locked her eyes on the moon, knowing this last bit would be the worst.


"And I wasn't all that sure that anyone else could love me." She paused for a choked breath. "So I resigned myself to a miserable life without you, dragging myself through each day, wishing I was dead. Until even Dawson couldn't stand me."


Her head hung low, the thick hair a curtain around her face.


"So I did what you taught me to do, Witter. I took a chance. I gave you my heart."


There was silence for a few long moments. Joey's heart was pounding so hard she thought she'd faint. Was he ever going to speak?


She heard Pacey setting down his plate, and then sliding over to sit next to her. She shivered as his hands pushed her hair away from her face. She took a deep breath and looked up.


He had a stern look that made her want to sit up straight, and fly right.


"Josephine, don't ever believe that you aren't loveable, because you are. You're also smart, and so beautiful that I can hardly breathe when I look at you., but that's not why I love you."


"It's not?" He heard the tiny bit of hope in her voice.


"No. I love you because you've got the biggest heart I've ever come across, and you make me feel like I'm worth more than I am. You never let me get away with anything, and you never let me be less than I'm capable of being."


His hands cupped her face gently, rubbing thumbs across her cheekbones, her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed at the caresses, the thick lashes dark crescents against the moonlight-bleached skin.


His lips descended upon hers, kissing her with all of the love, understanding, and forgiveness in his heart. He knew why she wouldn't ask him to stay before, and as bad as it hurt, he would never blame her for it.


He understood her relationship with Dawson better than she thought, and as much as he loved the Leery boy, he's always known it was a little unhealthy. He'd worked hard at bringing Joey to a point where she wouldn't be so dependant on Dawson. He'd never imagined that his long-felt attraction to the girl would blossom into love in the process.


Joey's hands found their way into the hair at the nape of his neck, fingers wrapping themselves in the soft strands. She moaned softly, pressing closer to him.


This was where Pacey had to fight with himself. As muchhe hhe hated to admit it, Dawson had been partially right. One of the side effects of his deep love for her, was his body's need for her. He fleetingly wished that she was ready for that, but put it aside in the next moment.


Gently ending the kiss, he said, "Now let's clean up, and I'll make myself a pallet out her on deck." He lost himself in her eyes for a moment, and then stood up. He started to take the dishes in, when she stopped him.


"I can't let you do that, Pace. It's not right for you to give up your bed for me. Why don't we share? You know, like when we stayed at Aunt Gwen's house." She seemed serious enough.


Pacey looked very unsure about the idea. He remembered getting little or no sleep that night, what with her scent enveloping him and her body next to his.


He might be tired enough to sleep tonight, though. Sailing was hard work, and they both could use a comfortable bed to rest in. Maybe it would be all right.


"OK, Jo. I guess we can do that. Just let me get you something to sleep in." He was in the cabin for a few minutes before coming back out empty-handed.


"I left something on the bunk for you." He watched as she went in and closed the door behind herself.


Taking a deep breath, he gathered the plates and began washing them. He hadn't been done long when the door opened and she emerged wearing his T-shirt and boxers.


Despite himself, he hardened at the thought of her wearing his clothing. Clearing his throat, he averted his eyes and quickly slipped past her into the cabin. He pulled the door shut and stood for a moment, breathing deeply. He caught sight of her clothing, laying neatly in the corner, and reached out to touch it. Her cotton top felt soft in his hand, and he lifted it to his nose. Her scent and warmth clung to the material, filling his nostrils, and his head, with Joey.


Something fell from the bundle he held, and he looked down to see what he'd dropped. He was stunned to find Joey's bra and panties lying in a soft pile at his feet.


He stood very still, weighing the pros and cons of actually bending down to touch what to him, was the holy grail. His nostrils could already smell her, his hands shook with wanting to touch what had lain so close to her body, and he was rock hard with the thought that she was naked under his clothes. He just had to.


Slowly, he leaned down to grasp the tiny piece of cloth. Squatting down closer to the floor, he held the intimate garment in both hands. Just knowing that it had held a part of Joey that he longed to hold...


He folded the items and put them back where he found them, knowing both the futility of his actions, and the fact that they would be perceived as perverse. If he wanted to touch her intimately, then he'd just have to be patient.


In the meantime he could always take a swim if he couldn't control himself. He cringed at the thought.


He undressed, and put on a pair of loose pants and a tank. He hated to sleep in so many clothes, but if he was sharing a bed with her, he'd need them.


He opened the door and stepped out, seeing Joey gazing at the stars from her perch on the cabin roof.


"I wondered if you got lost somewhere." She sounded amused. "Did you have trouble finding the leg holes?"


"All right, Potter, enough sarcasm. I'm tired so let's hit the sack.\e toe took her hand and led her down off the cabin, and inside.


They climbed under the covers, and Pacey was gratified to find he was right. He was tired enough to nod right off.


"Night, Potter," he mumbled. He leaned closer to press his lips to her forehead briefly.


"Goodnight, Pace." She rolled over, and they slept.


He was dreaming, and it was a good one. Making love to Joey like he'd been longing to. His hands were on her body, their mouths melded hotly, his cock buried deeply within her.


In fact, if he didn't wake soon he was going to make a mess in the bed. So he dragged himself away from the seductive dream-Joey, only to find the real girl laid across his chest, his morning woody (extra painful) just inches from her hand.


He lay very still for a moment, wondering how he was going to get out of this with his pride intact, or his sanity, even. The feel of her warm body covering his side and chest was so comfortable, and her breath was whispering over his arm, stirring the little hairs.


He was considering just moving her off of him and getting up, when she stirred. Pacey froze when Joey's hand brushed against his erection, causing an uncontrollable rush of feeling. tri tried in vain to hold in the groan that came to his lips.


Her head popped up.


"Pacey?" Her sleep-slurred speech just made things worse. Her tousled hair drew his hand to run through the silky strands. He cupped her head, having no choice but to kiss her.


Their mouths slanted against each other, sending shockwaves throughout their bodies. Joey moaned, opening up for his questing tongue. She wasn't sure what was happening, but it sure felt good.


She shifted against him, suddenly feeling his hardness against her hip. He groaned again, sucking her tongue into his mouth. Joey rubbed herself across his thigh, catching his erection tightly between them. A decision had definitely been made by someone.


"Joey," he choked out. He was devouring her lips, slowly sliding his hands down over her shoulders, stroking her back until she wanted to scream.


"Pace?" she gasped out between burning kisses. Her clothes felt heavy and itchy, and she just wanted to pull them off. There was a heat coiling in her belly, and her breasts ached... for what? She was unconsciously pressing herself against his hipbone, knowing only that it eased the pressure at the juncture of her thighs.


Her hands, which had been gripping his tank tightly, now began moving as if they had a life of their own. They ran up under his shirt, massaging his belly and s wis with a fervor.


He responded in kind, running his hands down her back to slide under the waistband of her boxers. He cupped the soft globes of her ass, thrilling to her moans of pleasure.


Their kisses grew deeper, even more heated, as if they wanted to fuse at that point. Their moans filled the small cabin, as their bodies' languorous movements spoke of the intense desire they shared.


Joey could hardly breathe. She'd never imagined sensations like this existed. It was as if her body had taken over, it's need for Pacey pulling her inevitably toward... something. She wasn't sure what, yet. But she knew it felt incredible.


She'd never been touched like this before. His large, warm hands on the soft skin of her backside were invoking lightening bolts that led straight to her center. She could feel the wetness seeping out, evidencing her desire.


The clinical side of her mentally listed the physical manifestations of her body's need. The flushed, heated skin, escalated heartbeat and breathing, aching nipples, and coiling heat in her lower belly. Her clitoris throbbed fairly intensely, causing the nearly unconscious movement of her hips, rubbing the sensitive spot against his hipbone.


The side of her that was all sensation wasn't thinking at all. It was consumed with his searing kisses, his hot hands on her, his hard muscles under her own fingers, the deep groans he was emitting.


Pacey pressed their hips together, his hands still gripping Joey's backside. His eyes almost rolled up in his head for a moment. How could it be so intense when they hadn't even taken any clothing off?!


And just that quick, he came to his senses. He grabbed Joey's hands, breaking their kiss.


"Pacey?" Her breathless voice shot shivers down his spine. His cock jumped in response. "What... what's wrong?"


He opened his eyes to look into her confused ones.


"Jo, I'm sorry about this. I meant to give you space, and time... but when I woke up you just looked so beautiful, and I... I wanted you."


He ran a thumb across her bottom lip, his body stirring again as she shuddered..


"I'm sorry. I'll... I'll try to control myself in the future." He sounded pained, even to himself.


Gently easing her to the side, he slid out of the bunk, heading out on deck. Figuring the only way he'd be able to calm down was by putting some distance between them, he climbed up over the cabin, perching himself as far forward as he could get.


Joey was still sitting on the bunk, trying to figure out what had just happened. She was intensely embarrassed firstly, for throwing herself at Pacey when obviously he didn't want the same thing.


But wait a minute-- her lust-fogged brain seemed to remember him SAYING he wanted her. So what was the problem? Was there something with her?


Gathering her growing anger around her like armor, she decided to find out what the hell was going on.


Climbing up next to the object of her affections, she crossed her legs and got comfortable. He was staring out over the water, pensively, his brow furrowed. His hair was still sleep-tousled, bringing back some of those warm feelings he'd stirred up.


"Well, am I not what you expected?" There was no mistaking the tone in her voice. She was slightly pissed.


"Huh?" He looked truly perplexed.


"You had time to get a good feel, but didn't want to continue, so I must be deformed, or ugly, or maybe I smell. Regardless, you didn't finish what you started."


He sensed that she was more disappointed, than angry at him. He hid a grin at her Joey-behavior, knowing she'd be even more embarrassed if he laughed at her.


"Potter, I called you daft once, and I stand by that. Do you pay any attention when I speak to you?" He turned fully toward her, needing to look into her eyes as he spoke.


"I love you. You are the sexiest, and the most beautiful woman I know, and I'd give my right arm to make love to you. Leaving the bed just now was almost as hard as leaving you with Dawson."


She flinched, and the guilt washed over him, but he was making a point.


"Then why did you?" That was the Potter forwardness that he'd grown to occasionally dread. She was gazing at him expectantly.


He spoke carefully, knowing he needed to CHOOSE his words. She would know if he wasn't being completely honest with her.


"I've loved you for a long time, Jo, and I don't want to risk things by getting physical too soon." Her eyes narrowed a bit, and he knew she wasn't convinced.


He turned to stare out at the water again, comfortable with the peacefulness of it all.


"I don't want our relationship to be about sex." He slid his fingers over her hand closest to him, turning it so that he could caress the sensitive inside of her wrist. "As much as I want to touch you that way, I'd rather make sure you know that I love ALL of you, not just your... body."


He eyed her, sending tiny shudders across her skin with his heated looks. She was wishing he'd hurry up, already!


Joey looked him in the eye, giving him her most serious look.


"Did you think I doubted you, Pace? If anything, it's proven how much you care about me. Even if it DID take me forever to notice." She looked a little embarrassed for a moment.


Grabbing his hand, she pulled him closer until they were nose to nose. Looking deeply into his eyes, she said, her voice low and husky, "I love you, Pace. You love me. We've been friends our whole lives." She leaned closer to press her lips to his for a moment.


"What are you afraid of?" She kissed him again, briefly.


It was amazing the effect she had on him. When she was this close, his mind sort of fogged over, the only thing he could focus on was her mouth, and... and his cock.


Her words finally registered, and he blinked in surprise. Was he afraid?


Shit. Pacey Witter, son of the Chief of Police, tough guy of Capeside High School, was afraid. Terrified. But of what?


Joey watched him, concerned. She'd never known Pacey to be afraid of anything, let alone her. When she'd realized that was what was wrong, she'd done her best to do what he usually did for her. Be the supportive, comforting, loving best fri


Pacey's eyes suddenly widened. His mouth dropped open for a moment, and then he slowly shook his head, chuckling.


Joey smiled at him, relieved. "What is it?"


"I think I'm afraid to be happy." At that shocking admission, he slipped his hands around her waist, pulling her into his lap.


"The past few years haven't been very easy, and I've become a little distrustful of anything good that happens to me." He nuzzled her ear, eliciting a moan from her. "And you are definitely a good thing."


Her breath caught as he ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. "Well, are you all right.. now?" She sounded breathy.


"I will be, as soon as I get you back to bed."


Her eyes came up to meet his, seeing the love and need he was broadcasting. His gaze made her pulse speed up, made her cheeks flush.


His hand slipped up her back to bury itself in her hair, cupping her head. The next thing she knew, he was kissing he so intensely she thought she'd pass out. His mouth slanted over hers with a passion she'd only glimpsed before, his tongue sweeping hers into a sensual battle.


Pacey had given himself over to her. Once he'd realized his mistake, the correction was inevitable. He was nothing if not self-aware, and he knew without the there was nothing to stop him from being happy with Joey. So he was getting seriously happy.


Joey thrilled to his kiss, knowing she was going to get what she'd been longing for ever since they'd come back from Aunt Gwen's.


Pulling away from him gently, she said, "God Pace, I've missed you. I've wanted to touch you so badly it's made sick." She fell back into his kiss, pushing him to the surface of the cabin roof, devouring his mouth as he had hers.


He moved his lips to her throat, his cock jumping each time she moaned. "Joey... Jo..." He slid his wet kisses back up to her sensitive ear. "Let's go to bed." Without waiting for her response, he dis-entangled their legs and arms, and stood up. He took her raised hand, pulling her to her feet.


Joey pulled him closer for a quick kiss, and then scrambled down into the cabin.


Pacey followed her closely, leaving the door open behind him. It was sure to get hot in here very shortly, and they'd need the ocean breeze.


She was already on the bed waiting for him, arms outstretched. He climbed up beside her, taking her in his arms, rolling over her. She sighed with contentment.


"I love you, Witter."


"Likewise, Potter."


He slanted his mouth over hers once again, searing them both to the bone. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other, hips pressing together to somehow appease the aching in their lower bodies.


Pacey groaned deep in his chest, pulling at the shirt Joey was wearing, needing her skin under his fingers.


She rolled him over, sitting up to pull the shirt off, leaving nothing but the boxers on to hide herself from his gaze. She watched him from under lowered lashes, waiting for his response.


His eyes were glued to her breasts, the firm, round globes with their tight, pink peaks heaving wher her breaths. He was actually short of breath, himself. She was beautiful, and he had no choice but to touch her.


Reaching out and taking her hand in his, he pulled her gently down to him, rolling her over on her back once again. He kissed her lips briefly, choosing to spend more time with her jawline, her throat, making a moist track that slowly led to her chest.


Her soft moans were stirring him beyond belief, and he was doing his best to ignore the painfully erect flesh trying to burst through the cloth covering it. He gently thrust against her hip, groaning at the pressure.


One hand held a soft breast, as his lips encased it's pink bud. Joey's hips came off the bed as he alternated suckling and laving the tip with a rough tongue. He paused to give the other breast the same attention, feeling own own excitement rise as he listened to her cries, and watched her fists clench in the comforter.


Continuing his loving assault, he slid a hand underneath the waistband of her shorts, slowing when he reached her soft curls. She gasped and squirmed under his tongue, and his hand.


His fingers tangled in her thatch for a moment, before slipping into the moist heat between her legs. She gasped again as he entered her with a long finger, fucking her slowly before thrusting another, and then another finger in, widening her, preparing her.


Joey's cries were becoming frantic, and Pacey knew he'd have to bring her to release soon. She was new at this, and wouldn't yet understand the need to wait. He left her breast, bringing his lips back to hers for another scorching kiss as he slipped his fingers from her opening. Her slick fluid made it east to circle her clit, gently.


It wasn't long before she bucked against his hand, screaming her release into his mouth. He pulled back to give her time to breathe, taking in her flushed skin, heaving breast, sweat slipping down her brow.. She was beautiful.


Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed at him in amazement. "Wow. I've never... I didn't... that was... wow."


He smiled at her warmly, involuntarily thrusting against her hip again. He gritted his teeth at the pressure, wondering if blue balls were fatal.


Joey's knowing look caught him. She sat up suddenly, pushing him back to the pillows. Her eyes moved over him hotly, stopping at the huge tent in his pants. She rubbed her hand down the length, noting the wet spot at the tip. She glanced up at his face, startled at the look of painful lust he shot at her.


Getting up on her knees, she pulled at his tank until they worked it over his head. She threw it in the corner, focusing on the drawstring of his pants. She untied them with trembling fingers, hooking her fingers in the waistband and pulling. He lifted his hips so that she could slide them off. They joined the growing pile.


She studied his fine body, removing her own boxers only as an afterthought. She was too zoned in on the wide shoulders, deep chest, hard abs, long muscular legs, and last but not least, the huge twitching cock jutting from a dark next of hair.


She could only get one thought past all the sensations crowding her brain. Her eyes glittered as she climbed p over him, centering her body over his erection and setting the tip at the entrance to her opening.


Pacey knew he had to force a few worlds past his gritted teeth. Her undressing him had almost been his undoing. But she should know that this would hurt.


"Jo..." She glanced up, pausing at his look of concern. She waited.


"Are you... are you on the pill?" She nodded.


"This will hurt, babe. I don't know how much." He reached up to stroke her damp hair. She licked her lips, and thrust down, impaling herself on him.


Pacey made an inarticulate sound of joy, before gripping his will in an iron fist to keep from thrusting.


Joey felt a painful burning when her barrier ripped, and she had to keep still to stop the pain. Eyes tightly closed, she weakly caressed his belly. Suddenly his thumb found her clit, rubbing it gently. Her eyes flew open, amazed at how good it felt. Within a few minutes she was ready to move again.


Her eyes glued to Pacey's, she moved slowly, experimentally, not knowing what to expect. She was relieved to feel no more pain-- only a tight fullness, that was almost a turn-on in and of itself. There was just something about knowing that her body was stretched around Pacey's hard flesh...


His thumb was still stroking her clit, and it was getting more and more stimulating. It prompted her to raise herself, so that she could thrust down upon him again. They both gasped in delight, Pacey gripping her hips and grinding himself into her even deeper.


"Christ. You feel good." His voice was husky, deeper even than normal. It caused her womb to twitch in response.


Joey began a slow, torturous rocking, spurred on by the amazing groans Pacey was cranking out. She'd never felt so loved, so appreciated, so... sexy as she did right now.


Opening her eyes to slits, she gazed down at Pacey's sweat-sheened face. His eyes were screwed shut, a look of painful longing lingering around his mouth.


She leaned down to suck his bottom lips into her mouth, and then they were drawn once more into a molten kiss. Leaving one hand on her hip, he wrapped the other around her head, pulling her even closer. As they panted into each other's mouths, he thrust up into her again.


Joey felt the heat building, low in her belly. She continued the rocking motion, moving a little faster now, the friction causing twinges in her lower body.


Pacey found her clit again, wanting to make sure that she joined him in his fast-approaching orgasm.


Watching Pacey come has to be the sexiest thing on the planet, Joey thought. Her eyes were wide open as they approached the brink together, their bodies now almost slamming against each other in their desperate need for fulfillment.


Pacey pulled free of their kiss, taking in huge gulps of air. His eyes were tightly shut, a sexy grimace on his face as he strained toward release.


Joey was right on the brink, needing only a nudge to shove her over into ecstasy, but she hung on for him. It would only be right for her if they went over together.


And then, she heard it.. The low moan that began somewhere deep in Pacey's belly, rising up and up until she could clearly hear it. Her name on his lips as he came. And that was the nudge she needed, flashing her over into pleasure she'd never imagined.


Tbuckbucked against each other for a few moments, slowly coming down from their high. They were drenched in sweat, but pleasantly satiated. Pacey's fingers idly stroked Joey's back as they lay, still locked together.


"If you knew how long I've dreamed about that, it would probably scare you." Pacey chuckled at his own words.


"More frightening to me is how much I've missed by not seeing it sooner." Joey tilted her head back to look into his eyes. "I love you, Pace."


"I love YOU, Jo. So much it almost hurts." He ran his fingers through her hair. "Thank god we found each other, finally."


Sleep claimed them.


THE END