Spoilers: Parts 1-4, for sure. Anything else is pure coincidence.

Rating: Ice bath, for sure.

FAR AND AWAY
Part 5
Twilight
By Kit

Andie was pacing the small room. She had promised herself a while ago that she would NOT start crying again, but she was coming dangerously close to breaking that promise. Damn that Pacey Witter! What made him so nosy, that he had to *follow* her aunt? And only to find that “Auntie” was a lying hypocritical hedonist? She was overreacting again, and Andie knew if she didn’t calm down, she would hyperventilate.

She heard the knock at the door and stared it it incredulously. How dare he!

Outside the door, Pacey was kicking himself. He had broken Andie’s trust. He never should have started this little crusade in the first place, but now that he had Mrs. McPhee unmasked, he felt horrible.

Andie threw the door open and Pacey cowered sheepishly.

“Pacey!” Andie hissed. Pacey came inside quickly and shut the door.

He braced himself as Andie’s fists hit his chest.

“How could you! How could you spy on her! Damn you!” Andie was shrieking, and pummeling heavily. Pacey whirled her around and locked her arms between his behind her back. He sunk to the floor with her, effectively disarming her.

“Andie, calm down,” Pacey was trying not to hurt her.

“Let me go!” Andie wailed piteously.

“Not until you simmer down,” Pacey held her fast as she jerked in his grasp. Finally, Andie calmed herself enough until Pacey could let her go. She sank to the hardwood floor, curling up into the fetal position. Pacey pulled her into his lap, until she was staring up into his eyes.

“How come you have have to know every secret about me? Why can’t anything in my past be a secret around you? You always seem to figure it out. Mom’s a basketcase, my poor aunt is a athological liar, hell, Jack’s gay! How much more do you want to know?!” Andie was getting upset again.

Pacey kissed her softly, and rubbed her back in long, even strokes.

Andie fell to tears in his lap, “Shhh.”

“I don’t understand why you have to know everything about me, Pacey,” Andie said hoarsely.

“I want to know everything because I love you, dear,” Pacey stroked her cheek and placed a very soft kiss on her lips.

“You love me?” Andie smiled through her tears and quickly wiped them away.

“My life’s no picnic, either. I quite frequently think my parents are crazy. But you... you make my life better,” Pacey admitted softly.

“I love you, too,” Andie murmured, holding him tightly.

Pacey stepped out of his reverie and focused on his girlfriend, who was looking at him quizzically.

Pacey cleared his throat and Andie, from her spot on the bed, closed her eyes and waited.

The rosy light of dawn, bathes her cheeks in a glow like heaven and she smiles her secret smile-- she waits for me and takes my hand even as I drift towards the shore and she pulls me into warm arms and more warm lips and warm hands, warm face and... “Andie what’s wrong? I thought this was what you wanted...”

“It is,” Andie was looking more and more upset, “finish.”

...And I can see things may change as time goes by, but the love in her will never die. A tear slipped down her cheek and Pacey embraced her.

“What’s wrong,” Pacey soothed her, pressing her against his chest, and sweeping her hair off her forehead.

“I just... you love me... and I love you... it hurts,” Andie wasn’t making any sense, and Pacey realized it could have been a mistake, getting her this worked up.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he whispered, pulling her down on the bed, to lay next to him. She put her hands on ether side of his face and kissed him sweetly. Inside his eyes, she saw nothing but love for her.

“Pacey, I’m ready,” she whispered.

“Ready for what?” Pacey asked softly, then realizing her intention, “Wow, Andie, ready? This is a big step... are you sure?”

Andie nodded and started to unbutton her blouse. Pacey leaned in to kiss her and pulled the hem of her shirt closer. He unbuttoned for her quickly, pulling the shirt down and off, his hands moving at lightening speed to her bra and discarding that, too. Andie was amazed at how fast it was moving.

“Whoa, slow,” she interrupted his frantic disrobing, “we have all night. I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. After that, Pacey calmed down considerably. Andie prodded him to lift his arms so she could remove his shirt, and he obliged. She raked her fingers down his chest softly and pressed herself into him. He groaned and unzipped his pants before they became unbearably tight. Andie removed her skirt and Pacey slid her scrap of underwear down her legs. Andie gasped and got up, heading to the door to make sure it was locked. Pacey used the opportunity to remove the remainder of his clothing. She met him at the bed and once again, they lowered themselves onto it.

Pacey hovered above her and waited for any sign of protest. She smiled and kissed him greedily, and so he entered her very slowly. She cried out only once, in pain, and then resumed frantically kissing and touching him. When orgasm came, she only whimpered, followed by violent trembling, while he let out a yell that surely the neighbors heard. He rolled off of her and onto his back, and she followed him over, kissing him everywhere. Slowly, the relaxed into languishing, idle kisses and fits of sleep. When Andie awoke, she slowly removed herself out of Pacey’s arms and put her clothes back on. She sat down to jot him a quick note, but couldn’t think of a lot to say. Finally, she had written “I love you, Pacey. Call me tonight,” when he wrapped his arms around her. She turned around into his arms and kissed him goodbye.

“Is this goodbye?” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.

“For tonight. But this is only the beginning,” she whispered back.

FINIS
Feedback is like a plastic frog that glows in the dark, there ain’t much use for it, but it sure if fun to look at! (Sorry, there’s one sitting on top of my PC... okay, I’ll shut up now.) Well, kids, I know it doesn’t have that usual spunk, but what can I say? I am also aware that it is painfully shorter than the others, and I am sorry about that as well, but nobody’s perfect. Be sure and catch my latest, a flaming satire, “Once Upon A Mattress”