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part six: touch "What does 'trace' mean?" Jen asked, as Pacey sat with his head slumped back. "Huh?" He pulled his head up and looked down at her. "What does what mean?" "'Trace,'" she said again. "You were talking about you and Joey, and then you said, 'trace.'" As he ran his finger along her heel, it occurred to her that she probably knew. "It was a . . . it was a sort of a . . . a pact or a promise or something." He got very still. "It was a way of making us both a little less nervous." "Are you going to tell me about it?" "Not right now." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Maybe someday." She looked at him, at the way his face always softened when he talked about Joey. "You miss her so much you can't breathe, don't you?" "You have good feet." Pacey rubbed his thumb over the ball of her bare foot. "I'd have to say you have the loveliest feet of any girl I ever met." He looked her in the eye. "Very nice feet indeed." Jen squirmed on the sofa, shifting a little in her reclined position. "Okay, first of all, that tickles, and second of all, you're changing the -- " She paused to wiggle a little again as he put her heel in his other hand and lifted her foot until it was inches from his examining eye. " -- subject." He nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I guess I am changing the subject. But I'm not sure I believe you . . . " He traced circles on the top of her foot with his middle finger. " . . . that it tickles." Suddenly, she could hear herself breathing. "You've never heard of having ticklish feet?" He smiled at the way the 'f' in 'feet' was a little breathless, like a sigh. "Oh, no, I have." Now he had her foot firmly in both hands, and was massaging it firmly with his thumbs. "I'm just not sure the tickling is the issue." Her head fell back and pressed into the sofa cushion. "It's just like you to have raging podiatry issues that prevent you from having a real conversation about anything." She curled her toes and pressed the arch of her foot into his hand. "I'd have to say," he breathed, moving his hand down to her ankle, "that it's really your podiatry issues that are interfering with conversation at this point." He ran his fingers over the soft skin of her leg, his hand disappearing up under the bottom of her jeans.
"Because if you didn't have that look on your face, this situation would be substantially different." She swallowed. "I don't have a look on my face." "Oh, yes, you do." She could feel his breath on her toes. "You're turning red, for one thing." She closed her eyes. "I am not turning red." "You're about to." He lifted her foot and flicked his tongue over the tip of her second toe. She drew in her breath. "You don't know where that foot's been," she managed in a low tone. "I trust you." He laughed a little. "Besides, I don't think it matters where it's been. It matters where it's going next." He drew two of her toes into his mouth and sucked them lightly. "Oh, God," she moaned, tilting her hips up off the couch. She gripped the cushions under her with tense fingers, digging her nails into the scratchy fabric. His hand slid further up her leg as the other held her heel. She felt his tongue on her skin, and slid her other foot across his lap. He slid his teeth over her slim toes, letting out a hard breath as he felt her touch. He dug his nails into her calf, then sucked harder as she cried out. She moved rhythmically, her free foot and restless hips sliding in sync with her hurried breathing, now peppered with fluttery sighs. She felt every brush of his tongue on the tips of her toes, and the way his hand moved across her leg roughly. "Please, please, please . . . ," she heard herself say. "Please . . . what?" He kept her toes at his lips, still touching her lightly. "Please . . . kiss me." She stared hungrily at his blue eyes. This was obvious insanity, she thought briefly as he released her foot, then crawled up her body until his face was inches above her. He began to bend his head toward her, then pulled back a little, then down, then back. Finally, he brushed her mouth with his. He lay fully on top of her as his mouth trailed down her neck, landing finally at her collarbone. She clutched at his short hair with anxious fingers, then moved her hands down his back. "What exactly are we doing here?" he said into her shoulder. It was a fair question. "I think that . . . we're keeping our clothes on." It sounded both ridiculous and obvious. He stopped moving and pulled back until he was looking her in the eye. Then his face broke out in the familiar grin. "Okay," he panted as he went back to her neck. He kissed and licked at the skin as she sighed and laughed and ran her fingers over his neck.
Page 1 and 2: Disclaimers: Nope, don't own them.
Page 3 and 4: what she really wants, and you know
Page 5 and 6: Joey suddenly felt the crush of sil
Page 7 and 8: "It was weird," Jen mused. "I reall
Page 9 and 10: Pacey, on the other hand, was usual
Page 11 and 12: Jack held up his hands in defeat. "
Page 13 and 14: Jack and Jen both turned around to
Page 15 and 16: "Pacey, it's really good to see you
Page 17 and 18: Pacey would spend the next twenty y
Page 19 and 20: "You are not." He grinned again. "A
Page 21 and 22: How sad, she somehow had the time t
Page 23 and 24: he repeated. At this, she smiled, a
Page 25 and 26: *** Joey's mind wandered back to Th
Page 27: "You did. You thought I didn't want
Page 31 and 32: "You and I are meant to be, Jo." It
Page 33 and 34: *** part seven: pass When the phone
Page 35 and 36: "No." Joey stared out the window de
Page 37 and 38: It was cold, even for January, and
Page 39 and 40: He froze. "Is that the real reason?
Page 41 and 42: "Then why didn't you just get the h
Page 43 and 44: He wanted to take it back. It was t
Page 45 and 46: "Hello?" "Jen?" "Pacey?" "Yeah, yea
Page 47 and 48: "I'm crazy about you, Lindley, you
Page 49 and 50: This was a development Dawson hadn'
Page 51 and 52: pouncing on her mouth and kissing h
Page 53 and 54: "Well," Dawson said, picking up his
Page 55 and 56: "Thank you." He tossed the messages
Page 57 and 58: "What happened?" She leaned forward
Page 59 and 60: "And eventually she made the last a
Page 61 and 62: Jen suddenly could hear herself bre
Page 63 and 64: "Well, I'm proud of you." For some
Page 65 and 66: He scratched his head. "Well, I'm n
Page 67 and 68: "And how is the blushing bride?" Pa
Page 69 and 70: Pacey narrowed his eyes. "You'd rat
Page 71 and 72: on her brave face and tried to pull
Page 73 and 74: it's the perfect moment if you were
Page 75 and 76: "Have I ever told you that I find e
Page 77 and 78: "This is taking more than five minu
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They both laughed, low and throaty,
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Jen swallowed hard. "And you're tel
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She closed her eyes again, and list
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He put his feet on the coffee table
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"Joey?" Jen put a hand on Joey's ar
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inadvertent right cross. Seeing him
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"The buddy. The friend. The famous
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But not me, she thought with a nost
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them, sweeping them into something
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didn't need me as the best friend,
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"I feel bad," he said simply. "I fe
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He leaned over and brushed his lips
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She turned to look at him again, st
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Jen reached into the car through th
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"You never will, either. Just anoth
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The West coast had the sand and the
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"Me, too." She hit the button, drop
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"Yes." She nodded slowly. "I was fe
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Jen's eyes widened. "It -- it doesn
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One of Pacey's eyes popped open. "I
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day reminding himself -- in a way t
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