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"This is taking more than five minutes," Joey complained a little breathlessly as Pacey<br />
sped down the street.<br />
"We're gonna get there soon enough," he responded, vaguely aware that she was<br />
actually squirming in her seat as she spoke to him. "I'm taking you back to the<br />
apartment where you can be ravaged properly. I'm not going to pull over and throw you<br />
against a tree."<br />
There was a long pause. "And why was that again?" She looked at him sideways, not<br />
really sure whether she was kidding or not.<br />
"That was because I waited a year for this," he said hoarsely, making the tires squeal<br />
just a little as they took a turn. "And it's me and you. And we're not doing it somewhere<br />
that I can't even offer you a glass of water or a place to put your shoes. We're having a<br />
serious love scene, here, Josephine, and I'd like it to be memorable for something other<br />
than grass stains. Besides," he smiled a little, "aren't you enjoying this whole<br />
anticipatory want-to-but-can't-yet thing? I know I am."<br />
"Pacey?"<br />
"Yeah?"<br />
"I've had more than a year of want-to-but-can't. If you want the truth," Joey said, forging<br />
ahead in spite of blushing rather madly, "'want-to-but-can't' has been the theme of<br />
practically my entire life since the last time we were together." Her eyes narrowed with<br />
urgency. "I think if I have one more day of want-to-but-can't, I'm either going to build an<br />
anatomically-correct robot copy of you, or I'm going to get arrested for lewd conduct in<br />
public. I don't need a glass of water, and quite frankly, as for my shoes --" She stopped,<br />
then quickly rolled the window down. Reaching for her feet, she slipped off her sandals<br />
and held them up, displaying them to him. With a quick flick of her wrist, she flung them<br />
out the window. The damp summer air roared in her face as she yelled over the noise.<br />
"Am I . . . being clear enough?"<br />
He coughed. "Yeah." He pressed the gas pedal to the floor.<br />
"That's more like it," she said with a small smile, pressing her head back into the<br />
headrest.<br />
Pacey ran three stop signs, narrowly missed a guy crossing the street while talking on<br />
his cell phone, and took six months off the lifespan of his tires, but within two minutes, he<br />
screeched the Jeep to a halt in front of his building. They jumped out of the car<br />
simultaneously, and he ran up the stairs to the door. She was two steps behind, and<br />
wrapped her arms around him from behind as he fumbled with his keys.<br />
"Get the damn door open," she whispered, laughing a little nervously.<br />
He finally got the key in the lock and turned the knob, then pushed the door open. He<br />
turned around and pulled her with him into the apartment, dark except for the dusky light<br />
coming in through the sliding glass doors. She reached back and swung the door<br />
closed. As she turned back to face him, they grabbed for each other, greedily and