Breathe You In
"She wants, and she hates him a little bit for that." Pacey/Joey, Dawson's Creek
Summary: Pacey and Joey sleeping/not sleeping in Stolen Kisses. Written for lulabo, 367 words.
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Twelve past two in the morning, and she's lying stock still, staring up at the ceiling. He's face down beside her, fast asleep, his breathing deep and even. In the corner of her eye she can see his back rise and fall with every breath. She wishes she didn't know how many breaths he takes per minute. She wishes she could go back to the time before Pacey Witter kissed her, before her mind was crowded with thoughts of his eyes and his sarcastic grin and the way he's always been there for her completely, the way no one else has. She wants him to roll over and take her in his arms, cradle her head against his shoulder until she falls asleep, until the rhythm of her breathing matches his. She wants, and she hates him a little bit for that.
It's coming up on four when he lifts his head groggily off the pillow, peering into the darkness. Disoriented for a moment, he spots the sleeping bags on the floor and remembers where he is. He glances down to see Joey lying on her side facing him, her arm curled under her pillow. He takes in the way her eyelashes fan against her cheek, the way her lips part slightly in her sleep. A lock of hair lies across her face, and his fingers itch with the urge to push it back behind her ear. He settles for gently pulling her bathrobe back onto her shoulder, to ward against the chill in the air. She shifts slightly and he freezes, but she only lets out a faint snore and burrows deeper into her pillow. He is utterly fascinated. As he drops back down onto his pillow with an inaudible groan, he knows without a doubt that he is also utterly doomed.
It's seven-thirty and they're both awake, but neither makes a move to leave the warm cocoon of the bed. He's sitting up, watching her, and she knows it. She can feel his eyes on her, feel his arm brush up against her shoulderblade as he leans over.
Joey shivers a bit at the feeling of his touch and thinks, this is where it starts.
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Posted by Carrie on 05:55 PM