Forgotten (NC-17)

Hey doll!!!

That was :hat

I'm so excited that you sent the link to this site and there's new (well for me at least

) fic to read!! I love the fact that both of them were dying inside without the other and that Pacey was mature about everything Joey was going through.

Gotta love mature Joey and Pacey. They're so much better that way and it really shows the love they have for each other. Loved it sweetie! Can't wait to read more of your fics.

~Lee

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EviePJlvr Started Operation True Love! Pacey & Joey Die Hard, Joshua Jackson Bad Ass Chick. Posts: 131 (3/11/03 10:13 pm) Reply	Forgotten (NC-17) "Forgotten" By Evie Rating: NC-17 Central Park March 30, 2007 "I'm sorry, baby... I'm so sorry." A chilly gust of wind splashed Josephine Potter across her face. If it had been any other day, she would have cursed it. But today, she reveled in it. The cool, unspring-like air soothed her burning eyes, nose, and ear tips. Unfortunately, the relief was only short-lived and the feelings returned. It was the first day Joey allowed herself to be pulled out of bed. Granted, it had only been a weekend and three days since she decided to take refuge. It had been those short five days ago when her world reached its final stage of crumbling. No one could tell it from the outside. 24-year-old Joey Potter was a top journalist at New Yorker magazine and by all virtue was being paid very handsomely. Respected by her colleagues and peers, she was known for her grace, poise, intelligence, and sharp wit. But, little Joey Potter's heart was broken and the pieces shattered at her feet, she feared were too small to ever glue back together. Joey walked up a small incline of the asphalt-laid path she'd been on for the last five minutes, before turning right and trudging through the green grass. She held her arms tight against her. It was cold for springtime. She stopped touched her stomach through the material of her hunter green coat. A lump formed in her tight throat as she blinked back tears. "I'm sorry, baby... I'm so sorry." A miscarriage can rip a woman's heart out. An unloving relationship can make a woman bitter. A past regret can haunt a woman everyday for the rest of her life. Each of these things mirrored Joey's existence if not in full, then in partial reflection. Five days ago, Joey had been admitted to the hospital due to severe. Two days later, she was home in her cozy apartment with the father of her baby, feeling nothing but hatred bubbling inside her. The man, Steven was his name, showed no regret, no concern, no emotion for their lost child. Joey had realized that they would never hold a deep love for each other, a love that she knew existed and felt so richly once in her past. But she did think that their was a mutual respect, a warm friendship, and a conjoined love for the life they created together. But it was plainly obvious to Joey that she had been wrong when he sat there teased her for her sullen mood. 'It happens,' he'd shrugged. And that was when Joey went off. And not long after that Steven was gone. And Joey broke. Not because of him, but because of... him. She missed him like nothing else. They wrote to each other every week without fail for years. Joey immersed herself in his words, reading about his adventures backpacking through Europe, taking odd jobs aboard cruise ships sailing around different parts of the world. Somewhere along the way he picked up the art of culinary cuisine and in the recent years served as a chef on a European luxury liner. Who would have ever thought that Pacey Witter would be the worldly one of her old group of friends? But the letters suddenly stopped coming. Joey hadn't heard from him in nearly six months. She missed him fiercely; she didn't realize how much she depended on that small amount contact until it ceased to exist. Of course, she accepted the fact that she was still in love with him, but it had turned into a distant kind of love, one that Joey never thought would be realized. And when her life sank into that horrible empty barrel of loneliness and pain, she found herself aching for the sight of an envelope with Pacey Witter's chicken-scratch scrawl all over it. Was he alive? Had he gotten married? Had he forgotten her? Joey settled herself onto the crunchy brown and red leaves below her, hugging her knees to her chest. She thought about her future. Where was it going? Why was she suddenly yearning fro a future with a man she knew she'd never see again? A man of her past? A man who couldn't stand the fact that she was fulfilling her dream without him. The sun began to fade. It was time to go back home. The paths were beginning to clear out and as much as Joey thought her life was a lost cause, she was not looking to get mugged, murdered or killed in the middle of the park. Just as she was about to stand up she hear footsteps behind her. She listened for only a second before she realized they were coming toward her. Paranoia getting the best of her, Joey stood up and walked as fast as she could back toward the now lighted path and was soon on the corner hailing a taxi. A man hung back, leaning against the large restful tree, his arms folded across his chest and his dark blue gloves tucked beneath the sleeves of his coat. He watched her until she was gone. Would she curse him for showing up now after so long? Would she even care? More importantly was the sullen woman who captured his heart when they were both still so young all right? He could see the patches of tears shining on her face as she rushed up the path. He heard her tiny sniffles as he stood away from her too afraid to come near her. He was afraid of her rejection. Pacey knew that Joey dated and had been getting fairly serious about one guy in particular, although she never reveal too many details in her letters. He loved her letters he so much, they kept him alive... and made him ache to hear her voice as he combed over her words over and over again. He had to see her. The yellow taxi pulled up in front of her apartment. Joey looked out of the window. She wasn't ready to go home. She had spent so much time hiding and the ache only got bigger. She didn't want to feel pain. She didn't want to hurt any more. "I want to go to Paris." "So, do I lady, but this cab doesn't float on water," the driver grunted rudely and Joey rolled her eyes. "I meant the new club. You heard of it?" "Yeah, I knew what you meant," he said moodily, pulling away from the curb. Joey shut her eyes. Maybe if she got lost in a few drinks, met a new guy, a guy that looked a little like Pacey, things would look brighter. Pacey got out of the taxicab, clutching a hand full of flowers. He just hoped she would be happy to see him. Pacey decided six months ago to return to the United States, accepting an offer to run a well-known Boston restaurant at a very nice salary. He was growing tired of being so far away from home, never stopping in one place long enough to form any real off shore ties. He'd been with plenty of women physically, but none of them had ever held his heart like Joey Potter had. Even if she kicked him out and spit in his face, he would at least get to see her face. It wasn't all that he wanted, but if that was all she was willing to give, he would take it. Pacey rang the bell of the second story brownstone apartment, after a nice old lady let him into through the front of the building. She saw the love in Pacey's eyes and was happy to see that the Potter girl had finally found someone who really cared for her. There was no answer. He rang it a second time. He cleared his throat and stood back, hoping that she wasn't looking through the peep whole directly at his face and making a conscious decision NOT to open the door. Then he noticed the darkness around the edges of the door. It looked as if she hadn't made it home yet. But how was that possible? She left the park a good ten minutes before he did and he had stopped to buy flowers along the way, unless she went out as soon as she got in. Pacey knew that something was wrong in Joey's life. Her sister Bessie had expressed that much to him. She'd tried calling her a couple of days ago and her sister wouldn't stop crying. She suspected that she had not gone into work for several days. She called Pacey in a desperate attempt to find out what was going on with her sister. Pacey was reluctant, but then the idea of seeing her again took over in his mind. The memory of her face clouded any doubts that he may have had. He rang the doorbell one last time. I'll just have to wait for her then. Paris was dark, yet flashy - Black walls and purple streams of light bursting every which way. Joey didn't like it, but she ordered herself a martini and followed a silver streaked line upstairs where she found a couch to rest on. Her stomach was churning and her body still ached from the painful miscarriage. She didn't know why she was out like this. Her coat slung over her lap and her barely acceptable black slacks and turtleneck. She really didn't know why they let her in the place, looking the way she did, but she didn't care. She just wanted to drink her sorrows away. About an hour later she found herself downing her forth drink, a cosmopolitan. She'd danced with about three different men, always pushing them away at the end of each song. "I'll have another," she slurred and coughed. The bartender looked at her. She was turning green. "Are you sure you're all right?" "Yes!" she choked, tears streaming down her cheeks. The bartender came around the station. "You should really go home," he said gently. "Are you sure you live in this city?" Joey laughed. "Come on, do you want me to get you a cab? I have to take my break anyway." Joey thought about it for a minute. She didn't really want to stay in this club. But the thing was, the only thing that Joey wanted right at that moment was something she could not have. Joey stood outside of her apartment. Her head hurt. Why was her life so screwed up? She walked up the front steps. "Potter..." Joey froze. There was someone at the top of her building's stoop. It sounded like... No... Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. She had to be cracking up. "You're home." The voice kept talking. It couldn't be him! It couldn't be ... He stepped into the light, "Pacey!" "I've been waiting here for you all night," he smiled shyly, his heart practically beating out of his chest at the sight of her. "These flowers are starting to rot." Joey rushed up the steps and threw her arms around him. "I can't believe you're here, Pacey. Do you know how much I've missed you? Do you know..." "Shhh..." Pacey pulled back from her a little and kissed her cheek. "I know, Jo." "How long are you in town?" "As long as you want me to be?" Joey's headache began throbbed with confusion and her heart tingled with anticipation. "What are you saying Pacey? Why are you here? Where have you been these past six months?" "I've been in Boston, Jo." Joey stepped out of his arms. "Boston? You mean to tell me you've been that close and you didn't contact me?" "Jo, I thought you had your own life. I thought that it was time for me to let you go. To sort of make a clean break of things... it hurt like hell." "That still doesn't explain why you are here." "Bessie was worried and I-" "So, that's it. Bessie told you to come out here and rescue me. Tell her thank you, but I can take care of myself!" Joey went from feeling her broken heart mend to having it shatter once again in the blink of an eye. "I know you can, Jo. I know you're probably happy with some great guy and maybe your sister was just overreacting. She loves you, ya know?" "I know that Pacey. But... damn you! When I saw you here I thought..." Joey turned away from him and opened the front door of the building. "Wait, Joey," Pacey held onto her arm. "Wait for what, Pace?!" "For this..." he cupped her face gently, leaning Joey against the now open door and kissed her lips for the first time in six years. Joey's stomach fluttered just like it had so long ago. She kissed Pacey back, deepening the kiss. Pacey's hands trembled as the held her face, his fingers massaging through any strands of her hair he could reach. How on earth did he ever give her up, he wondered. Joey pulled away. "Pacey, we can't just jump back into a relationship after all of this time. It doesn't-" she looked into his eyes. They were so full of love and fear. She was afraid of him. What if he left her again? She couldn't take that. "I'm here for you as long as you need me, Joey. I, um, have a job here in the city if I want it. It's the same thing I'd be doing in Boston, but I'd be here with you... But I don't want to push you if you're not ready. Or if there is someone else..." "There is no one else, Pace." Pacey's heart tingled and a slow grin spread across his face as he stared at her. "What?!" Joey implored. "It's the first time I've heard you call me Pace in a long time." "Oh," Joey looked away. "If there is no one, Joey, then do you think that maybe...?" "I'm going through a lot right now, Pacey. A lot has happened since you got my last letter." "I'll be here for you, Jo. I promise." "You've grown up, Pace." "So, have you." Joey laughed out loud. "Look at me, I'm an emotional basket case." "I'm sure there is a good reason for it." Joey's eyes cast the shadows of truth behind them. Pacey knew whatever Joey was going through would take sometime to get past. "Joey, I saw so much of the world. I went looking for something that would save me from myself, but I realized that the only person that could make me feel safe was right where I left her. And I know, Joey, that I love you and I will always love you." Joey looked up at his handsome face. She felt alive again with Pacey. It was supposed to be that way. She was supposed to be with him. "Would you like to go upstairs?" Pacey leaned down and kissed her softly. "I'd like nothing better, Miss Potter." ******************** "I'd like nothing better, Miss Potter." Pacey grinned evilly as he hovered over her body. He dipped his head, and began attacking Joey's neck hungrily with his lips and tongue. Her hair was tied in a now very messy bun, and Pacey enjoyed playing with the smooth fallen strands that had escaped and hung close to her neck. She tasted good. It hadn't taken them long to get completely back together, just four days of cuddling and talking, and never leaving each other's arms. Joey talked to him about Steven, and the baby, keeping no emotion a secret from him. He was understanding, but at the same time livid at the way Steven had treated Joey. But, God, she felt so safe in Pacey's arms. She was home again, and she began to heal like nothing else. She made the right decision letting Pacey back into her life. Joey knew that especially as they laid together in their favorite spot in Central Park a month later. "Pace," Joey laughed throatily. "You do realize we're in public, and could be arrested." "You can't be arrested for necking." He continued to work his mouth along her neck, and began unbuttoning her coat. "Pace, come on stop." Joey blushed, feeling like a teenager. "You're so soft, so smooth, Jo..." He ran his fingers along my now exposed lower abdomen. He shifted his eyes to study her belly button, and swirled his index finger inside of it. "Ohhh, Pace... You're driving me, crazy here." "Relax, Jo. Who's going to see us here?" "A cop?" Pacey lifted his head to look around the tree scattered area. "No cops, sweetheart." Joey let her head fall back and slipped her eyes shut. Then slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, feeling Pacey's hot breath on her skin. Only two weeks had passed since Pacey had moved in with Joey. The first time they made love again, it was magic. It was slow and deliberate and as sweetly memorable as their first time. Every other time it had be raw and real and fulfilling in every way. He groaned. "Jo..." He ran his hands up her body, and cupped her breasts over her bra. Her nipples hardened beneath the material due to first the cold air, then to the sweetest sensations of Pacey's ministrations. Joey brought her hand up to the front of Pacey's jeans and gently squeezed the stiff bulge she found there. "Damn it, Jo. Maybe this wasn't the best idea." Joey did not let up. She kept stroking him with her fingers until he was straining in his jeans. He pushed his hand along the expanse of Joey's thigh under her skirt. "You feel so good, Jo." His thumb teased as it inched higher and higher. "Pace..." Joey began to wiggle her hips. His teasing was getting to be too much. Then finally he pressed his hand fully against her aching center, that menacing thumb dipping beneath her presently unwanted scrap of clothing. "Ah, baby... Looks like we're going to have to stop by the apartment before you get back to work. You're gonna need some new panties. You're soaking wet." He took no time to plunge two fingers into her center. "God, Pace..." Joey's breathing grew harder and harder. "That.. that might be a good.. a good idea." Pacey kissed her lips thoroughly, letting his tongue sweep against the roof of her mouth. "Yeah... a good idea. Back to the apartment... yeah..." He dropped sweet kisses along her swanlike neck, then the soft skin of her face, her chin, her nose, each cheek. "You're so, beautiful, Jo.." His mouth trailed down to the valley between her breasts. It wasn't until the couple heard a loud rustling in the bushes before they stopped their wanton public display of affection. "I think that's our cue to..." Joey said breathlessly, already buttoning her shirt, but so turned on she had to use the few faculties she had left to concentrate on getting dressed. Pacey stood over her, looking down at her need obvious in his eyes, but holding his hand out to her. He kissed her cheek. "Let's go home, sweetheart." ******************************* Pacey pulled off her dark red panties roughly, kissing the small patch of hair. They couldn't wait, which was why they lay stripped naked in the middle of the living room floor, which was why Pacey's head was now plunging between Joey's thighs, and his fingers groped, massaged, caressed her ass fervently. "Paceeeeee!" Joey cried out as he worked his tongue expertly. "Oh God! Yes, right there! Mmm, Paceee!" Joey's fingers threaded through his hair, urging him on. Pacey lapped at her core, needing to pleasure her. He found her clit, and flicked his tongue again and again. Her hands clutched at his hair, and soon she was convulsing against his face in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Pacey rode it out with her, caressing the backs of her thighs gently. She mindlessly rode the sensual contractions within her until they died down to a small waves of feeling. Pacey lifted his head, and watched her. Her head was tilted back. Her body was slick and covered in a thin line of glistening sweat. "We've only just begun, my Josephine." He crawled on top of her, and fastening his teeth to her hard nipple, darting his tongue out, and swirling around it. Joey could feel his hardness against her thigh, but she felt too pampered to move. She was in heaven, and was so happy she had the wherewithal to call her office and tell her she'd finish up her article at home that evening in the cab back. "I want you so bad, Joey." His voice was rough with desire. "Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I always want you?" His hand was now simply stroking the side of her body, from the base of her thigh, over her hips and along her stomach. He stopped at her left breast and tweaked her nipple. "Oh, Pace... God... I could come again." "Baby, I love to watch you come. It's almost as good as the real thing." Joey snaked her tongue out of her mouth and began some teasing of her own, whipping her pink weapon around and around his male nipple, making the love of her life moan with open need. She touched him lightly with her fingers, trailing them down his strong chest and rippled stomach. Then she wrapped her and around his cock. "Jo...Oh, God." He began rocking with her touch, wanting her to stop so he could plunge deep inside of her hot core. Joey seemed to be reading his mind, as she lifted herself up, gently urging him over on to his back, and position herself over his straining stiff erection. "Jo, baby..." "Hmm?" she teased, circling her hips as she nestled herself against the tip of his cock. She reached down and teased her clit, biting her lip, knowing the sight of her actions would drive Pacey crazier. "You're killing me, Jo," he gruffed hotly. "Mmm, Pace. That means it's going to be that much better." "Not if I come all over your tits it's not." "You're so impatient," she said, her eyes hooded with desire as she slowly slid over him. "Fuck!" She was so hot and wet and tight. "Joey, don't move for a second, okay? I just have to.." He licked his lips and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down a bit. She felt way too amazing today, more amazing that usual, and that had to be some kind of sexual record for man kind because Joey Potter always felt good. Pacey reached up to stroke Joey's face, giving a simple nod to continue. Joey began moving over him. Pacey thrust himself up, deep inside of her, then down. His heart was beating in his ears. Joey's body was on fire, as she rolled her hips, then pumped them, up and down. Heaven could not be better than the way she felt with Pacey buried inside her, rocking against her, their bodies dancing and shivering, twisting and sweating. They thrust against each other. Their bodies, slapping together obscenely. Joey bent her body over, and pressed her tongue into his mouth, then let it travel over his neck. Pacey held her to him, and Joey rested her head in the crook of his neck. Their bodies continued to rock together, slow, then fast, gentle the rough. And then they were fucking like they would never fuck again. It was sex. It was making love. It was fucking. It was Joey and Pacey, the way they were meant to be... together. Joey lifted her hips and moved off of Pacey. "Aww, Jo! Where the hell are you goin', baby?" Joey got onto all fours and said, "Take me from behind, Pace. I want you as deep inside of me as you can get." She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes were black with need. Pacey grunted roughly as he took hold of her hips, and buried himself to the hilt. "Like that, baby? Is that how you want it?" "God, yes, Pacey! Fuck me! Please!" He pumped inside of her, grunting interchanging, "Joeys" and "I love yous". Her body quaked and she screamed out as she came hard, feeling her body clench around him. He fell against her, emptying himself inside of her, with one hand on her back, the other on the floor beside them. When they both finally came down, Pacey lay down on the floor and pulled Joey on top of him. "God, that was amazing, more than amazing. That was..." "I know, Pace." Pacey fastened his lips on hers, expressing to her what words could not with the gentle movements of his mouth. He pulled back a little breathless, and planted a kiss on her chin. "How about I make you dinner? You finish your article, then we have another little meeting of the minds, this time on a mattress." Joey's throat tightened, as she looked at the man beside her in awe. She still had trouble convincing herself that his presence was not a dream. She swept the back of her thumb along his cheek. The tears she tried to keep at bay would not let up. "I love you, Pace. If you hadn't come back -" she choked on a sob, remembering just how alone and horrible she felt just a few weeks before. "Shh, Joey, honey... I'm here now, okay? I was an idiot to ever let you go. An idiot." "Then I guess we make the perfect pair then," Joey smirked, tears still shimmering in her eyes. "Just promise me you'll try not to cry. I can't take that, Jo." He dropped tiny kisses above her eyes, then below. Joey chuckled, and kissed him firmly on the mouth. "Now you better get cooking, Mister." "I thought you'd never ask.." He said, squeezing her breast playfully. "Pacey..." she said, warningly, swatting him gently on the shoulder. "Yes, ma'am. Is this why I came back to be ordered around by a slave driver?" Joey bit his shoulder with teasing gentle teeth. "You offered, Wolfgang." "Unlike Wolfgang I can satisfy your tongue in more ways than one." Joey laughed. Then watched as Pacey rose to his feet and slipped on his pants, his strong back muscles rippling as he moved. She wondered just what in the hell she would ever do without Pacey Witter. She hoped to God she would never find out. Inside she still ached a bit. Forgetting would be a hard thing to do. But with Pacey by her side, she would make it through anything. Reading is good. Writing is even better.
leep4joy Loves Pacey and Joey Posts: 1 (3/11/03 8:55 pm) Reply	Yay!!! Hey doll!!! That was I'm so excited that you sent the link to this site and there's new (well for me at least ) fic to read!! I love the fact that both of them were dying inside without the other and that Pacey was mature about everything Joey was going through. Gotta love mature Joey and Pacey. They're so much better that way and it really shows the love they have for each other. Loved it sweetie! Can't wait to read more of your fics. ~Lee
SnoozyC Loves Pacey and Joey Posts: 3 (3/12/03 2:41 pm) Reply	Yummmm.... I loved the hot, passionate, frantic, loving sex at the end there. They both deserve to be back together and happy again, especially after the pain Joey went through sniffle Loved it hon!
Angel608J Loves Pacey and Joey Posts: 9 (3/16/03 3:40 pm) Reply	Re: Yummmm.... Holy freaking hell!!! After reading that, I need a cold shower. When I read the beginning of this story, I was like...sure she reels me in with all those warm and fuzzies and then she gives me angst. How happy am I that I was wrong? That was wonderful and extremely HOT! Excellent job. Angel
LadyHaHa Loves Pacey and Joey Posts: 26 (3/21/03 9:15 am) Reply	Re: Yummmm.... Silly me! I already read this and forgot to reply! Why? You can hit me, it's okay. This was so seeeeeexxxxxxxxyyyyy and so happy in the end. The beginning broke my heart though. Sigh such sadness all the time. I'm glad they got their happy ending. Donna
Pacey and Joey True Love Loves Pacey and Joey Posts: 2 (3/29/03 11:27 am) Reply	Re: Yummmm.... Hey, I love this story. -Monica- Pacey and Joey Forever! http://get-me.to/PaceyandJoeyTrueLove
Redfish74 Loves Pacey and Joey Posts: 18 (11/13/03 10:11 pm) Reply	Re: Yummmm.... Sorry it took me so long to reply to a story. I hope your day wasn't too bad. I think I've read this story before but who knows. I loved it of course. I love everything you write. Chocolate Heart PJamas Creek Ho #74---Keeper of Pacey's fishing trophy Truelover #74 Lover of Pacey and Joey Hugs

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