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Pacey knew Joey loved him back. How could she not? She sat across from him on the hammock, their bare legs tangled together, finally in a change of fresh clothing. Two days ago, she ran on to the True Love with nothing but the t-shirt and jeans she had on, which proved to Pacey that she loved him. Because Joey really cared about personal hygiene.
However, the self-destructive nature of his mind could not swallow the question of whether or not she needed him. Sure, he sorta believed her when she told him she needed him during her declaration that she wanted to come with him on his journey to the Keys.
But did she need him as much as he needed her?
Because Pacey was ass backwards, head over heels in love with her and he just couldn’t bring himself to believe he was actually worthy of her love.
They were currently docked in a Connecticut port, and after a fun day of exploring, purchasing clothes, and a box of ramen for dinner, they curled up together on the bottom hammock. The boat swayed rhythmically on the water, the only light inside a small one on the ceiling and a few tea light candles. They kept a window open to allow the fresh blow of some wind and the wafting smell of salt.
Pacey snapped back into reality when Joey kicked his leg with her foot.
“Hmm,” He grunted, grabbing her ankle and pulling her leg into his lap, the movement causing the hammock to sway a little.
“I don’t know,” She murmured. “Just seemed like you were lost in your head.”
She emphasized the statement by moving her other leg to poke his face with her toe. He stuck out his tongue, reaching to lick it as she shrieked and moved it to rest at his side, bent at the knee.
“Just thinkin’ about how you really needed a change of clothes.” He teased.
“Excuse me?”
He chuckled.
“Rude,” She scowled, crossing her arms.
“Kidding,” he smiled, grabbing her feet to set them on either side of his waist.
He reached out for her hand, and she took it gladly, pulling her so she was on his legs, straddling his lap. She flipped around with an oomph sound so she rested her back and head against his chest, sighing contentedly.
“I like it here,” She said.
“Connecticut is nice, yeah. Just wait till we get to Florida.”
“Well, I didn’t really mean Connecticut so much as being here with you, but…” She trailed off, shrugging.
Even though Pacey could only see the top of her head, he just knew she was blushing.
He squeezed the arms that were around her stomach affectionately, stroking his fingers up and down her side, accidentally lifting the hem of her tank top.
“Ya know, Jo, I actually was wondering something,” He smirked.
“Oh yeah?” She asked, tilting her head up to look at him. “And what’s that?”
He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Was wondering if maybe I could see the clothes you got?”
“Pervert,” She chided with a giggle, knowing exactly what he had in mind.
“Was that a no?” He questioned with a devilish grin, their faces millimeters apart. “But seriously, though, Potter. I just want you to know that if you wanna fool around, we can. And if you want to do nothing, then we can do that too.”
She fluttered her brown doe eyes up at him, lifting a hand to cradle his face, slowly leaning in for a chaste kiss.
That was his confirmation. She didn’t need him in the way he needed her.
But then she licked his bottom lip, asking permission for entrance as she slid her hand from his face to thread her fingers through his hair.
He hummed into it, rubbing his thumb back on forth against her waist, before slipping it under her top the circle her belly button.
Whimpering, Joey sat up and turned to face him fully, her frizzy hair fanning over his face, with a few strands getting caught between their lips. She pushed it behind her ears, never breaking the kiss, only briefly to mumble an apology she didn’t really even care to mean.
He groaned in response, cupping the back of her head, pulling slightly back to grin wickedly at her.
She kept her eyes closed, chasing his lips slightly when he broke the kiss. Her lips were plump and her face was flushed, turning even more pink was she saw his look; she bit her lip to keep her mouth from breaking from grinning so hard.
“You’re so beautiful,” He told her in earnest.
“Stop,” She said bashfully, diverting her eyes from his gaze. She faced the open window located near the berth of the True Love, and after a few moments, noticed it had begun to rain. “Oh,”
She got up from the hammock to close it, walking the few short steps, and Pacey couldn’t help but stare at her pert backside as she walked.
“I can feel you staring at my ass,” She deadpanned, gently closing the circular plane of glass.
“I can’t help it.” He teased with a shrug. “I just… I just love you, Jo.” He whispered, almost breathlessly as she turned around and came back to him.
Because it was the truth- he loved her so much it was consuming, but in the best way possible.
Climbing back into the hammock, she replied, “I love you too, Pace.” She slid her fingers to the bottom of her white tank top, and was she about to do what Pacey thought she was about to do? “So much.” She continued, pulling it over her head.
Pacey’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor, because she was perfect. He scrambled to pull his t-shirt over his head as well, grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against his chest, letting their lips meet once again.
He nuzzled down to her neck, pressing small kisses, reveling in the feel of her hard nipples against his.
She tilted her head back to better his access, moaning. The rain came pelting hard down on the boat, but that didn’t matter; they were lost in each other.
“Is this alright?” He panted, trailing his fingers over the sides of her breasts.
“Yes,” She whimpered, nodding frantically. “More.”
Pacey didn’t need to be told twice. They both leaned back slightly, Pacey’s fingertips ghosting over her over heated skin, until they finally reached her perked nipples. She mewled when he began massaging them with his thumb, going back to plant kisses on her neck, lower and lower, his cock aching harder and harder.
“Pacey,” she whispered.
“Yeah, Jo?” He murmured gently, lips never leaving her neck.
“I’m… I’m not sure how far I want to go yet.” She said, looking down at him.
He stopped immediately, bending his neck to look up at her, his hair disheveled and his breathing erratic.
“That’s okay. Do you want to stop?”
She bit her bottom lip, shaking her head no.
“So whaddya want to do?” He said huskily, leaning in and over her, pushing them down until he was hovering on top of her. It was a bit difficult with the swaying hammock, but that didn’t deter him.
“Take my shorts off?” She asked, but demanded at the same time.
They both reached down to unbutton the shorts, giggling at each other’s eagerness; Pacey so eager he nearly fell off the goddamn hammock. She kicked the jean shorts down her legs, revealing her white underwear with little black stars.
“Hate to disappoint, Pace, but it’s not exactly Victoria’s Secret.” She joked, slightly embarrassed.
“Pfft. This is way better.” He assured, his eyes flicking up and down her body.
Joey fought the temptation the cover her chest with her arms.
“… are you sure?”
He nodded in earnest, cupping her face with a large hand, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“Let me show you?”
Joey nodded furiously, feeling overwhelmed but simultaneously in awe with all of these new sensations and tingly feelings.
He trailed his coarse, dexterous fingers down to both her breasts, letting them linger for a few moments (for his sake just as much as hers), before moving them down to her underwear.
He could see her brown curls from through them, the outline of her pussy, his erection begging for attention, but he paid no mind to it. He ghosted his pointer finger over her flower, watching as her eyes fluttered closed at the feel.
He bent his head down and licked her belly button, Joey mewling, and his hands beginning to pull the hem of her underwear down.
The two of them, too caught up in another, didn’t notice the storm picking up. Suddenly, a burst of thunder cracked, rumbling the boat slightly.
Joey shrieked, not expecting it, immediately clamping her mouth shut with her hand.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Joey said, flustered, pushing Pacey back and sitting up.
“No, no, it’s fine. Did I… go too far?” Pacey asked, leaning back on his knees, looking hesitant.
“No, Pacey, it wasn’t you.” She admitted, looking at a loose string on the hammock. “It was the thunder.”
“Oh.”
She ran a hand through her hair, scoffing at herself.
“I know. It’s stupid, but-“
“Hey, no, it’s not.” He insisted, reaching out to cup her chin. When he saw her lean her face into the touch, he asked, “Do you need me to hold you?”
She let out a shaky breath.
“Yeah,” she weakly said.
She laid on top of him, hiding her face in his neck, skin to skin with one another as he ran his fingers up and down her bare back in a soothing motion.
His very evident erection nudged her upper thigh and she couldn’t believe that she, “little Joey Potter” had done that to him.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” He said against her hair.
She looked up at him and smirked.
Pacey found it extremely difficult to control himself, but it didn’t look like Joey wanted to stop completely, so he had to ask.
“Did you want to stop? Or…”
“I don’t want to, I just-“
A flash of purple and pink illuminated the room as lightning struck, followed by another rumble of thunder.
She tightened her grip around his neck, her boobs crushing against his chest as she whimpered, but not in the way he would have liked her to.
“It’s alright, Jo,” he assured, pressing kisses against her hair.
She shut her eyes tightly.
“Storms just… bring back a lot of bad memories.”
He sighed.
“Well, I hate to break it to you, but this is probably the first of many.”
“Ughhhh,” She groaned. “Why does the thunder have to be so loud?” She whined.
“You’re the smart one. I didn’t pay attention in science class.” He shrugged, causing Joey to giggle. “I know the thunder is loud, but I can assure you, Josephine, that I can be louder.”
She leaned back to look him in the face.
“Yeah?”
“Yep.” He confirmed. “It’s alright you’re scared. But I think I have a pretty effective way to distract you.”
She blushed and nodded, tucking her hair behind her ears.
“C’mere,” He purred, pulling her in to meet her lips with his.
Joey instantly felt better, kissing him back enthusiastically as Pacey skimmed his fingers down back to her panties.
“Pace, is it okay if we keep my underwear on?” She murmured against his lips.
“Course,” He replied.
With her arms looped around his neck, their legs entangled as she sat on top of him, they broke their kiss to watch as Pacey pushed her white under wear, black starred underwear to the side.
He trailed his middle finger up and down her slit, and Joey tilted her head back, letting out a loud moan. She would typically be embarrassed, but had no time to react as Pacey stuck the tip of his finger into her pussy.
“Oh my God,” She gasped.
“This okay?” He asked, watching her intently.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, lost in lust.
“Can I-“
“Yes!”
He chuckled, sucking a bruise into her neck as he slowly pushed his digit into her until it disappeared completely.
She groaned as he took it all the way out, whimpering at the loss of contact, but then he entered her again, faster this time.
Her hips slowly began moving with him rhythmically, and she was so tight around his singular finger that he felt himself near his own explosion.
“Can I add another?” He breathed, nibbling her ear.
“Uh-huh,” She nodded, her hips bucking underneath her. “But, Pacey,” Her sentence was interrupted by a moan as he slid his pointer finger into her pussy, stretching her, joining his middle finger. Her forehead crinkle. “I think I’m gonna… I think I’m….” She stuttered.
Having never even touched herself before, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the brink of… something.
Pacey captured her lips in a searing kiss, reaching blindingly with his thumb for her clit. Flattening his nail over the bundle of nerves, he tweaked it, sending Joey over the edge.
Joey couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t hear anything, she couldn’t feel anything except for Pacey, Pacey, Pacey.
The next sound of thunder cracked simultaneously with her cry of orgasm as she came over Pacey’s fingers which were still pulsing inside of her as he milked her, trying to make her pleasure last as long as possible.
“God, Pacey,” She gasped, melting into him after she finished.
“Good?” He questioned, slipping his fingers out of her.
Joey let out a small whine, feeling empty without him.
“Better than good,” She confirmed with a nod, smiling cheekily at him.
“Great?” He questioned, wiping her come off of his fingers onto his shorts.
“Sure, we can go with that,” She laughed, breathless.
“Well, then I’m happy to be of service. But, uh-“
He tilted his head to his lap, his erection probing and evident.
“Oh!” Joey gasped, attempting to move away from his cock, but only sliding her ass over it in the process.
Pacey growled, his eyes fluttering to the back of his head.
“I’m just gonna go take care of that real quick.” He informed her, gently moving Joey off of him and getting up.
“Don’t take too long,” She begged.
“Jo, at this rate, I’m only gonna need 10 seconds.”
He picked up the his pajama shorts from the rack they had been using as a dresser, stepping into the tiny bathroom and closing the door behind him.
He stripped, immediately gripping his hand around his dick. He felt Joey’s dry come on his hand, mingling with the pre-come leaking out of his tip, moaning at the sensation. He stroked himself, fast and hard, making his grip impossibly tighter, imagining how tight Joey’s hole would be around his penis if it was that tight around his fingers.
He came with a grunt, using some toilet paper to clean up his mess before putting on his shorts and washing his hands.
When he slid the bathroom door open, he noticed Joey in his previously discarded t-shirt, looking at him with a small smirk and a blush.
He bashfully laughed, walking towards the hammock.
“Didn’t you just buy a new wardrobe, woman?” He asked, plopping down next to her.
“Yeah, but I wanted to wear this instead.” She shrugged.
Pacey’s heart swelled with love and adoration for her. Maybe, perhaps, she did need him as much as he needed her. He couldn’t do much. But he could make her come. He could take her sailing to the keys.
Yes, he could do that.
Another flash of lightening illuminated the boat.
“Are you gonna be okay?”
“I think so,” She said with a nod, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Can we turn the radio on to tune it out, though?”
“Sure.”
He reached for the radio which they kept on a shelf right next to the hammock, in case there was ever an emergency. Switching through the stations, all he could hear was static.
“Must be the storm. Uh…” He trailed off, searching frantically, wanting, no, needing to make her feel safe.
He spotted her copy of Animal Farm resting on a bench near the berth of the boat. He went and picked it up, returning to sit behind her in the hammock, cuddling up.
“I’ll read to you.” He offered.
“You hate reading,” She informed him, always the smart ass.
“It’s fine.” He shrugged dismissively. “And if I get sick of it, we can just take turns.”
She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes filled with love.
“Thank you,” She told him sincerely, placing a loving kiss on his neck.
“Anything for you.”
He cleared his throat, flipping the book open to the first page.
“Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the henhouses for the night, but was too drunk to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he…”
And he read to her until he fell asleep.
When he heard her soft snores, he saw the deck of cards on the shelf, picking one up to use as a book mark before dropping the book on the floor, letting it land with a small thud.
“Good night, Joey.” He whispered.
“Mmm,” She groaned, rearranging herself so Pacey was spooning her. “Night. Luv ya.”
“Love you too.” He said, leaning his nose against the back of her head, inhaling the smell of her hair.
He kissed her head, and she sighed contentedly, falling back to sleep, as the storm eventually came to an end.