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Chapter 6

Dawson was waxing lyrical about them all being together and Joey had to admit it was nice to be heading for this spring break trip, a trip that would end an era of her and Dawson, and of visiting his aunt who was selling up. But looking around she was glad in some ways because it was the start of a new era, an era in which she had friends and, as she looked at Pacey who was all kinds of handsome, she realized it was an era in which she also had a boyfriend.

'Where's your head Potter?' said boyfriend asked with a nudge of his shoulder against hers.

'Just thinking about how much things change,' she nudged back.

'Things do change Joey, but some things stay the same,' Dawson said as they all sat themselves around the table at the quaint diner half way between Capeside and Aunt Gwen's.

'I'm with Joey here, I have to say, things are always changing and evolving. I mean the people we care about we tend to always care about but you know, sometimes differently. Some we care about less, some more. And new people are added, right?' Jen slurped on her milkshake and shot Joey a subtle wink.

'Thank you,' she mouthed at her friend.

'Well that's true, but don't you think at our hearts we stay the same? I mean we change our interests, our direction, what we're immediately surrounded by, even who we are...but certain things just keep us grounded,' Dawson enthused.

'That can be true,' Joey shot a look at Pacey. 'I mean Pace and I have had a little secret that's stayed the same for years.'

'Well now I'm intrigued,' Dawson smiled widely, whilst Jen just widened her eyes and Pacey narrowed his eyes in expectation, wondering what she was planning. Andie and Jack had also turned their attention to Joey.

'Haven't you two just shared patented banter?' Jack asked jovially.

'Yeah, and what was it...enough electricity to fuel a Kiss reunion tour?' Jen bit her lip and Joey gave her a quick wink,

'Actually it's far weirder than all of those things.'

'Well spill it Joey. I've known you guys forever and I haven't a clue,' Dawson truly looked surprised.

'That's because I used to threaten Pacey that if he ever told I'd pound him,' she smirked.

'You never actually used those words,' he wrinkled his nose.

'But you knew it,' she shrugged easily.

'The glare that speaks a thousand words,' he nodded sagely, 'well that and the broken toe you once gave me.'

'Spill it now Joey, come on, you can't hold out on us,' Andie encouraged.

'Ok...so it started back when we were twelve?' she looked to Pacey for confirmation even though she knew exactly when,

'Yep,' he nodded.

'Pacey, he came to warn me that his dad was about to arrest my dad. I mean he didn't say it, but he said enough.'

'Pacey looking out for you is nothing new,' Jen stated and Joey thought she could quite adore her new best girl friend.

'Well no.'

'So why did you flip out on me when you found out I asked him to look out for you?' Dawson asked with a light hearted laugh.

'Well because you'd thought you had to ask him,' she explained simply even though it was a little more than that.

'Ok, you're running around on us here. Spill the secret,' Jack called time.

'Ok, ok,' Joey smiled widely, because this wasn't the big reveal, just an idea she'd had to soften it all up, to warm Dawson up to the idea. 'Pacey and I argued, we called each other names, he chased me, wrestled me and I did the same back. We poked, prodded and hated on one another. But he came to warn me. My mom was dying and he came to warn me my dad was going to be gone too, and after he warned me he hugged me. He was little then, much smaller than me, but he hugged all the stress away.'

'That's the big secret? Twelve year old Pacey hugged you?' Dawson laughed loudly turning a few heads.

'Nope,' she shook her head. 'You see he turned up the next day and he waited and waited until his dad turned up and arrested my dad, and then he hugged me again. A week later when I woke up and found my mom dead, he hugged me again. Somehow he was always around to hug me when I needed it and if he wasn't I began to hunt him out. I turned Pacey Witter into my very own teddy bear.'

'I don't believe it,' Dawson laughed, 'no way. You always used to glare at him.'

'So I'd remember not to tell,' Pacey explained with a casual shrug.

'But you two hated each other,' from Jen who knew she no longer hated him at all.

'That night we went to the movies on a double date, when Dawson wanted you and not me. Hug fest,' she said.

'I still don't believe it,' Dawson had bright shiny eyes.

'Believe it D. This girl is a hug addict,' Pacey shrugged. 'She used to break into my house and sneak past my drunk dad,' he shot Joey an affectionate look which turned into a smirk, 'still does.'

'This doesn't surprise me as much as it seems to surprise the rest if you,' Jack was smiling as he bit into his pancakes, 'anyone can see you care about each other.'

'Are you serious?' Dawson's eyes were a little less bright and Joey mustered up some energy to bring it back to lighthearted.

'I turned one Pacey Witter into my very own teddy bear,' she said again because it was a sweet, friendly and vaguely funny image. 'I totally associated him hugging me with the world being ok.'

'Pacey a teddy bear,' Dawson stifled a laugh.

'Oh I can see that,' Jen nodded,

'I know how Pacey hugs and it's very comforting,' Andie added.

'Why didn't you see me for hugs?' Dawson asked Joey apparently a little put out now he finally believed her.

'Pacey just hugged me to start with and I didn't realize how much I needed it. I mean you and I were talkers - Pacey was always a doer,' she tangled a foot with his under the table. 'Hugging you wasn't an option. You gotta remember - neither Pacey nor I were being hugged at that point. At all, not by anyone.'

'So you hugged each other,' Jen mused a little dreamily. 'That's sweet.'

'It was necessary,' Joey shrugged.

'Nah, I still don't believe it,' Dawson teased, clearly going for light hearted. 'You guys are actually friends now and it's hardly hug central.'

'The hugs were a secret,' she shrugged easily. 'We've always just kept them secret,' she attempted. 'We still hug it up all the time.'

'That's pretty funny,' Jen smiled.

'And apparently no longer a secret,' Pacey gave her a look.

'Ok, so that's been a pretty good secret,' Dawson acknowledged.

'I was just agreeing that some things stay the same. I mean not entirely, but things still change. Jen and I are much better friends and that did not start well.'

'True story,' Jen nodded. Pacey looked at Joey and gave her a large secret smile.

The day was fun, Aunt Gwen even helped a little by reminiscing about how Pacey used to chase her around all the time. Whilst the boys all went off wood gathering and Andie worked on some extra assignment, Jen and Joey chilled together on some deck chairs, Aunt Gwen inside bonding with Dawson.

'I see you're paving the way,' Jen acknowledged.

'Yeah. Thanks for your help. We've kissed, we care and we don't really want to hide it.'

'Ok, be honest with me here a second, because I'm a girl who's been around the block and I know that Pacey is all kinds of hot and sexy. You really only ever used to hug?' she stared at Joey and Joey could feel her face burn. 'Hmm, thought not.'

'It wasn't like that. I mean yeah, for years we did just that and then AJ came on the scene and I don't know what happened.'

'Jealousy. He wanted you and you were going on about another guy. Drove him crazy. I totally called him on the unrequited love thing,' Jen explained and Joey felt warmth spread through her.

'We were arguing, I mean mucking around really. He was making fun of AJ's name, so I made fun of Pacey as a name, then threatened to call him PJ, so he called me Josephine. I always used to attack Dawson and Pacey for that, and he called me on not attacking him, which I wasn't doing because Pace is big and strong and gorgeous these days.'

'But he called you on it?' Jen laughed a knowing look on her face.

'He did and so I attacked, you know throwing myself on him like I was still ten and tickling him and he...got a little excited.'

'I'll bet he did,' Jen laughed.

'He told me to stop wriggling and I was just so embarrassed I lay there on top of him. Because, you know, I hug him when the world's a bit wonky. Then he promised not to call me Josephine again and I couldn't resist one more PJ. He flipped us, and God, when he moved on top of me, just a little he could tell I liked it.'

'And this is Pacey. If he's turning you on and you like it I can't imagine he'd stop.'

'He didn't,' Joey bit her bottom lip, her eyes closing at the memory. 'He really didn't.'

'He made you come,' Jen guessed with an easy laugh.

'Yeah,' Joey nodded. 'And I really liked it. If I conditioned myself to associate hugging him with comfort, he very, very quickly conditioned himself to associate hugging with being turned on and I wasn't so far behind.'

'Enough electricity to fuel a Kiss reunion tour,' Jen mused sagely.

'I had a question about...you know, all that?' Joey shot a look at Jen who looked positively delighted at being sought out for advice.

'Shoot.'

'I've um, you know, touched him and you know...with my mouth,' Joey began and Jen's jaw dropped,

'Joey Potter!'

'What? What? What's wrong with that?' Joey flustered.

'Nothing, nothing at all. I'm proud of you for embracing your sexuality. Just the way Dawson talks about you, you're very innocent.'

'Well I'm less innocent that he thinks,' Joey shrugged.

'So you enjoyed doing that?'

'I thought it would be a little, I don't know gross, but it's really, really sexy.'

'So what's the question?' Jen frowned.

'I wanna do it better, so some tips. Preferably you could just shove a magazine with the relevant tips in it at me because I'm innocent enough that a blunt conversation might make me melt into a puddle of embarrassed ooze.'

'Oh, we're gonna have a blunt conversation about that then for sure,' Jen grinned widely.

'Jen,' Joey protested turning red.

'But come on, there's more I can tell.'

'His um...thing...'

'His penis?'

'Unsexy word,' she scrunched her nose.

'His cock?' Jen asked with a giggle.

'Yes, better. It seems...big.'

'It is,' Jen nodded easily.

'It is?' Joey frowned.

'I'm sorry Jo, but when Pacey and I had our little pact...well I copped a feel. I did and I'm not sorry. I've always had my suspicions about him and I wanted to know. It is big.'

'But not too big?' Joey hedged uncertainly and Jen laughed,

'No, not at all. It will fit, trust me.'

'And it won't hurt?'

'Maybe at first, then it'll feel amazing.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.'

'It is rather beautiful.'

'You can't call a thingy beautiful.'

'Well it is.'

'Joey, are you thinking of having sex with Pacey?' Jen shot her a look, eyes narrowed, brow pursed.

'Well no not yet. I mean we haven't been a thing for five minutes. We still have to do the big, totally relaxed reveal. But I think about it. I think about it and I want it.'

'That's not a bad thing.'

'No. The only bad thing is my underwear and lack of birth control,' Joey let slip.

'Ha,' Jen laughed, 'that we can sort.'

'Thank you Jen,' Joey looked at the blond girl with a lot of affection.

'Anytime.'

'No seriously. I don't deserve another chance at being your friend. I've been pretty bad at being a friend but I'll do better.'

'You're about to do much better and listen to me go on about Henry. A lot.'

'Go for it. I'm all ears!'

Dinner was a loud and rowdy affair, Aunt Gwen getting on with "work" and leaving them to it all. After dinner they all lounged around the living room, Joey rather boldly selecting the seat right next to Pacey, smiling at him as his arm wrapped around her.

'Really?' Dawson asked with a frown and she shrugged.

'It's been a tough day,' she lied with a smirk.

'Who you trying to kid Potter, you just like my arm around you,' Pacey teased, giving her a squeeze and pressing a kiss to her hair.

'I do,' she nodded.

'Now that's just weird,' Dawson did not look best pleased but Joey ignored his quizzical frown.

'Proving that what I said earlier was entirely true,' she smiled.

'Are you sure you don't like Pacey as a little more than a teddy bear?' Jack teased tongue between his teeth.

'Maybe as a little more,' she held her thumb and forefinger slightly apart.

'You wound me Josephine,' he put a hand on his heart.

'And don't you know better than to call her that these days,' Jen stated with a knowing smile.

'Oh I don't mind the odd wrestle session,' Pacey teased, tickling Joey's side.

'I wouldn't start with me PJ,' Joey warned and Pacey shifted his hand, clamping it over her mouth.

'Eww, don't lick me,' Pacey grumbled, taking his hand a way and wiping it on her shirt, his finger tips brushing a little too low.

'You guys are being really...um...weird,' Andie stated awkwardly.

'Yeah, don't get along. The rest of us don't like it,' Jen chided with a big wink.

'I'm sorry. We will endeavour to banter hurtfully thus forward,' Pacey nodded.

'Yeah you do that,' Jack told him with a officious nod.

Of course they didn't. They chatted and mucked around, but there was a flirtatious undertone to everything and Jen wondered how Dawson could be so oblivious. Joey knew how Dawson could be so oblivious. He wanted to believe the flirtation was between he and her, not Pacey and her and for every iota of closeness he witnessed, he tried to squash Pacey out with an intimacy that was just about the two of them. Pacey, to his credit, did not outwardly falter but she could feel his stress, so when everyone claimed fatigue and went to bed she lingered in the living room after she'd been through the bathroom waiting for him.

'Pace,' she took his hand and dragged him back to the couch.

'Ugh,' he managed with a wry chuckle.

'I know, I know,' she pushed him down onto the couch and sat on his lap, her head against his chest. 'We'll tell him tomorrow.'

'Really?'

'I practically did tell him. He just doesn't want to hear it.'

'I liked hearing it,' Pacey pressed a kiss to her neck, worshipping the flesh.

'I like you as more than a teddy bear,' she arched her neck.

'And I love you,' he nipped at the skin rewarded by her soft moan. She took his hand and pushed it up her tank and onto her boob. He squeezed gently, skilled fingers brushing around her nipple.

'Let's go to the barn,' she suggested.

'The barn?'

'Whilst I want to tell everyone, I don't want anyone walking in on us,' she explained and he smiled into her neck.

'That might not be so good,' he agreed.

'Especially not if I've got my mouth on your...cock,' it still didn't flow naturally but at least it flowed, even if the dirty word escaped on the whisper of a breath.

'Joey,' he groaned, his hips lifting.

'Or your fingers inside me. I really want your fingers inside me whilst we kiss,' she wriggled a little.

'So let's go roll in the hay,' he stated decisively standing up and putting her on her feet.

'Yeah, let's,' she said as he took her hand and they quietly made their way out of the house. 'Oh it's cold,' she shivered.

'I'll warm you up. Scouts honour,' he saluted her, walking backwards and dragging her to the open barn.

'As if you were a scout,' she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

'Was too, for about five minutes.'

'Warm me up Pacey,' she pulled him down on top of her at the nearest hay bale.
'Hmm,' he agreed kissing her with everything, total enthusiasm and total skill, his thin pyjama pants allowing her to feel far more of him up against her, especially given her own thin pyjamas.

'I could kiss you forever,' she slid her hand up his wife beater, curving her palm up his back, over his shoulder and then down, all the way down until her hand was curving over his bare buttock, 'you have a really, really nice butt,' she crooned before he devoured her mouth again, his hips rocking into hers with great effect.

'I wanna touch you,' he slid off her, his hand sliding down over her bare stomach, bare from where her tank had ridden up, and then sliding down the front of her pyjama pants.

'Pace,' his name came out as a moan, as he slid two fingers straight down and into the waiting wet warmth, he pulled them out and then pushed them in further, then again, and again until she was desperate for friction on her clit, desperate for more. 'More,' she pleaded, 'harder,' she grabbed for his hard cock, rubbing her hand against it, desperate for him to do the same to her and then he rubbed at her clit at the same time as he pushed his fingers into her, harder and faster and at that angle that made the world swim out of focus and she threw back her head, gasping and moaning into the night air, her hand seeking the naked hard heat of him in her hand and rubbing up and over him at the same pace as his fingers plunging in and out of her and his thumb causing every part of her being to be centred around that little nubbin of pleasure. All at once she came, but it didn't feel like her regular orgasm, because his fingers were inside of her, pressing, as his thumb and palm pushed down on her clit, and her whole body felt like it exploded, and that the explosion and it's aftershocks seemed to last forever, so extreme that her hand fell slack. His hand pulled out of her and he kissed her, but then she was breaking the kiss and dropping to her knees in front of him, the submissive position she swore she'd never take suddenly appealing as she pushed his pants off of him and took him in her mouth, doing everything she could to make his orgasm as good as hers and when he came, she swallowed and kissed him repeatedly, before climbing back onto the hay beside him, nestling into his arms.

'How can you make that feel so good?' she asked with lazy kisses to his chest.

'How can you?' he asked with a shrug.

'I listen to the noises you make,' she answered, 'and I follow the loose advice of "pretended it's a lollipop."'

'Well the same,' he shrugged chuckling.

'I can't make it feel like that when I touch myself,' she explained.

'That's hot, thinking of you...doing it to yourself,' he kissed her. 'And I'm experienced Joey, you know that.'

'Tamara and Andie,' she muttered darkly. She hated to think of him with either of them.

'Tamara taught me , I mean I listen to you as well,' he shrugged. 'I'm not sorry she taught me either because it means I can make you feel like that and I love making you feel like that.'

'I hate to think of you with anyone else.'

'That feeling is mutual,' he agreed pulling up his pyjamas and holding her more firmly against himself.

'Dawson and I only kissed.'

'That's not how Dawson described it,' he chuckled.

'Well no I imagine it was heated making out and yeah we made out but no, it was fairly innocent. The way you touch me isn't innocent.'

'Not at all. Nor are my intentions,' he stated honestly and she laughed softly into his chest,

'My intentions are hardly innocent these days.'

'I've corrupted you,' he crooned happily.

'Despite how you and Dawson see it, I'm not some innocent waiting to be corrupted. Just like you, I have a sex drive and fantasies and desires. At the moment they're all centred on you. You didn't corrupt me, you just enabled me to begin exploring it all with the person I want.'

'You have fantasies about me Potter? Wanna share?'

'Some are small and some are more elaborate,' she flushed.

'Such as...' he kissed her and tugged her a little closer.

'You touching me and kissing me at the same time. When you wouldn't kiss me that's all I wanted,' she explained.

'I'll happily fulfill that fantasy again and again,' he smiled gamely. 'Another.'

'Ok...making out half naked,' she pursed her lips, 'you have a very nice body.'

'Again, I'm more than happy to help out with that one, anytime. I mean right now if you want...'

'Pacey, unless you want to advertise to everyone that we've been out here doing this, keep your shirt on.'

'Oh I want everyone to know - fantasy of mine you know.'

'I'm so surprised,' she muttered sarcastically, 'but let's tell Dawson first then walk all over his feelings with our stompy sexed out feet.'

'Sure,' he agreed. 'I wanna hear a big fantasy now,' he dipped his hands down the back of her pyjamas and she sighed a little.

'I fantasize about a pool table,' she admitted and he frowned. 'You bending me over a pool table, pushing down my panties and you know...'

'Fucking you?' he asked with half lowered lids, his hands pulling at her.

'Yeah,' she smiled.

'You fantasize that?'

'When I have to use my hand because you're not around.'

'Oh, you are not innocent at all. You're like some siren here to give me a constant hard on,' he took her hand and put it on him.

'Just those few little fantasies did that?' she frowned.

'I think I could come in about five seconds if you repeated that last little fantasy with your hand on me,' he gave her a look.

'Sure,' she shrugged, 'let's try it,' she slung her leg over his thigh after he'd wriggled out of his pants yet again, her hand moving over him as she described scene by scene her pool hall fantasy.

'That was more like a minute and a half,' she teased.

'You are the hottest girl alive,' Pacey kissed her and then lay back, pulling up his pants again, and then pulling her too him. 'Never did I imagine you would have such dirty little fantasies,' he shook his head, 'I mean that is hotter than hell. I especially appreciate your willingness to share.'

'Well I want you to share too, you know Pacey,' she told him.

'Oh I will, don't worry,' he chuckled. 'I might need recovery time though.'

'Mmm, I'm kinda sleepy.'

'Before you drift off two things,' he kissed her forehead.

'Shoot,' she looked up at him.

'One, we better go inside,' he smiled at her and she laughed.

'Ok. And two?'

'Can I take you out on a date?'

'When were you thinking?' she asked, a warm glow spreading through her.

'Well when we get back. Maybe Tuesday night? Not conventional but no assignments are due, not until Friday and I thought we could go to the roller rink seeing as how it's your new favourite place in town, then maybe out for pizza?'

'Well now that sounds perfect,' she smiled. 'Do I have to work on the boat?'

'You never have to work on the boat but no, this will be a boat free, proper date night.'
'Well then it's a date.'

'Awesome,' he grinned and peppered her face with kisses. 'Now bed Ms Potter.'

'Yes bed.'

'This was so Jen,' Joey hissed looking around the room at their sleeping friends, all on mats on the floor and then at the empty double bed.

'I'm so not complaining,' Pacey looked positively delighted.

'We can't snuggle,' she hissed.

'Oh contraire mom cherie. We can snuggle all we like thanks to your little revelation at the diner earlier.'

'Ooh, you're so right,' she smiled as he climbed into the bed and she climbed in beside him resting her head on his chest. 'But you cannot sleep with your hand on my boob like normal.'

'That may be pushing things a little far, I agree,' he nodded with a smile.

'See you in the morning,' she kissed him quickly and turned over, loving how he curled up behind her, his arm around her.

So Aunt Gwen wanted to steal her and Dawson. Whilst Joey knew it would be fun to hang out with Dawson she couldn't help but wish she were going to the pool hall with Pacey who had pulled her aside for a heated make out session behind the house once that was decided. Especially given what had occurred in the barn the previous night she'd really wanted to go. Pacey had pointed out he'd be walking around trying to hide his hard on most of the morning and she'd smirked at that.

'Should I tell him? I mean we're out together alone.'

'I don't know. I mean I guess if the time is right, though I would rather be there. I feel like that would be better for you, you know? Dawson can get a little nasty when he's blindsided.'

'Such a romantic,' she looked up at him adoringly.

'If I was such a romantic I wouldn't be dreaming up ways to steal you and whisk you to that pool hall so I could enact at least some of that fantasy of yours. I mean really...'

'One day Pace, one day.'

'Fuck,' he crashed his lips to hers, his body grinding up against hers.

'Pacey, Joey, we're outta here,' Jen's yell around the corner.

'Thank god for Jen,' Joey pressed a last kiss to his lips.

'Thank god for Jen.'