Author's Note: We're going to deviate from the real DC story line just a bit and pretend that Andie did not go on her little drunken rampage with Dawson during his birthday. It's not terribly important, we can still pretend Dawson went on his drunken rampage if you'd like, but it will work later into the plot that she didn't.
Looking In On You Part 4
Much to her surprise, Andie found Pacey kissing her back just as eagerly as she was kissing him. She started to pull back slightly, to stop and ask what this was all going to mean, but Pacey just followed her movements back with his tongue. When Andie soon found herself reclining in the chair while Pacey moved his hands back and forth over her entire body, she decided it was not the time to ask questions.
"Chocolate or butter pecan?"
"Cookie dough, you know that, Dawson. Butter pecan, pshh," Joey teased him.
"Two cookie dough sundaes," Dawson told the cashier. "Because Princess Joey seems to have a problem with butter pecan." She glared at him.
"It may stem from the fact that when we were ten you smeared butter pecan ice cream all over my journal when you were mad at me for taking pictures of you drooling in your sleep."
"I do not drool in my sleep, Joey, and you of all people know that."
"Of course I know it. You drool, I slept in your bed enough times to know that."
"I just hadn't dried my face after brushing my teeth," Dawson mumbled.
"Sure. Drool-head."
"Drool-head? What are we eight? Come here," Dawson made a grab to tickle Joey's waist while she shrieked and slapped away his hands. Their laughter was interrupted by the unamused cashier holding the cups of ice cream.
"Five fifty, please. And try not to throw the whipped cream at each other or dump the ice cream on each other's heads. We like to keep the store clean, you know." Dawson gave him the money and quickly took Joey's arm to leave.
"What a grouch," Joey said. "We weren't making a mess..."
"Yet," Dawson smiled. "I guess he thought we were being... immature?" Dawson stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and took a bow.
"Bravo, Dawson!" Joey clapped. "We have now made the cashier or our fine local ice cream establishment think we need bibs. What shall our next conquest of the night be?"
"We could try eating the ice cream before it melts."
"True," Joey said, licking the top of her sundae.
"Look at you, you do need a bib," Dawson laughed. "It's all over your nose."
"Did you get napkins?" Joey asked.
"No, was I supposed to?" Dawson replied.
"Damn it, Dawson. Fine, no need." Joey rubbing the glob of whipped cream off her nose onto Dawson's face.
"Bad Joey!" Dawson yelled, dipping his fingertips into his melting sundae and proceeding to leave a trail of liquid down Joey's chin. "Now who's the drool-head?"
"Ugh, look at us," Joey grinned. "We do need bibs! Let's just eat before we start having casualties." She walked over to a bench and sat down. "So what do you think did happen to Pacey?"
"I think Pacey needs some time alone, honestly," Dawson sat down besides her. "He probably is just sitting at home, trying to figure out what to do about Andie."
"Well, what is there to do? They broke up, she said she loved him and she cheated on him. That's not something you forgive."
"Sometimes someone loves someone else so much, anything can be forgiven." Dawson looked at Joey slightly more meaningfully than he meant.
"Yeah. I must love you a lot to forgive the butter pecan thing. You ruined my journal, Dawson!" Joey said, relieved that she had just avoided a potentially awkward moment with her sarcasm. She smiled, suddenly finding the need to be completely enthralled with her sundae.
"Oh please. As if you wrote anything important in it then anyway. 'Dear diary, *sigh*. I met the hottest guy today. He was tall dark and handsome. And an older man! Those sixth graders are sooo sexy'," Dawson said in falsetto.
"You are so not getting away with that," Joey smirked, pushing him. Dawson pushed her back. Joey got up to tickle him, but in the midst of the flailing of arms, the rest of her ice cream ended up dripping down her shirt. "Crud. I told you this would happen," Joey frowned.
"Such profanity. Crud!" Dawson mocked her. He stopped when he saw she was genuinelly upset, though. "Okay, I'll take you home and we'll salvage your shirt. Don't worry, it will be good as new."
"Okay," Joey sighed, before grabbing the rest of Dawson's ice cream, smiling, and dumping the cup on his head.
Jen sat motionlessly on her bed, staring at the phone. She wasn't sure what she wanted, what she was waiting for. Henry had just come over, surely she wasn't waiting for him to call. Something was going to happen, she just knew it, but she didn't know what. That was when she heard the knock at her window.
"Hey, sis," Eve yelled through the open crack. "It's time for some sibling bonding."
Andie looked around the room as Pacey nuzzled her neck. There were two people on the floor, deep in a drunken sleep with an obstructed view of who was in the chair even if they were awake. "We have to be sort of quiet, Pacey," she whispered, gesturing to the others in the room.
"That's no fun," he grinned back wickedly. She grabbed her shirt as he took her hand, led her to the bathroom, and locked the door.
"What are we going to do in here?" she asked. He pointed to the bathtub. "Shower?"
"No, just.. recline. No water." Andie smiled and made herself comfortable inside the tub before Pacey took off his pants and joined her. She lay absorbing every touch, every caress, memorizing and rediscovering what she had lost not very long ago. She wondered how she got so lucky, when he had forgiven her, before the thought invaded her mind that he was drunk. He didn't know what he was doing, his judgement was impaired, she was only living in her fantasy and it was going to hurt like hell in the morning when he left her. Again. As he undid her bra and lightly fingered her breasts, she realized that she had never been drunk. He seemed okay, after all, and maybe all those things she'd always heard about losing control were not true. He had to have known what he was doing, he had to want this, he seemed too much in control to not. She decided to stop thinking, stop letting the dread ruin this... almost perfect moment. She was going to live in the moment and let whatever was going to happen happen. And as Pacey's hips began to excitedly grind against hers, revealing how eager he was to get out of his confining boxers, all thoughts of guilt and manipulation quickly left her mind.