Hey all,

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews and support! I really, really appreciate it. This is the last summer interlude before we're back on canon with season 4. This is mostly fun, sexy stuff - you've been warned. Enjoy! And please keep up the reviews - they give me joy. Joy = writing!

Thanks, Tab:-)

Chapter 28

Vwalla!

'You know I feel like I've been here before,' Pacey murmured against the skin of Joey's shoulder.

'Severe case of deja vu,' she laughed softly.

'I think there's a little b&b here that holds a special place in my heart,' he tightened his hold on her, arms wrapped around her, her back tight against his chest.

'Because we were both forced to be naked after that crazy storm soaked our clothes?' she asked looking at him over her shoulder.

'Something like that,' he pressed his nose into the curve of her neck and sniffed.

'And didn't we argue?' she asked rhetorically.

'We did. But we also made up,' he said brightly.

'Hmmm, yeah,' she pressed her butt against him letting him know she remembered.

'You know I remember that day because you taught me something important...' he said seriously and she had a quip on the tip of her tongue but held it back because he was serious,

'What was that?'

'Well my parents argue. They argue a lot. In fact everyone in my family seems to argue with everyone else - at least when we're stuck in that house. I though arguing meant a relationship wasn't right - my parents with each other, my parents with me. I guess I can now see arguing with you as a healthy thing.'

'Really?' she asked with a little frown.

'Well yeah. I mean we've always been feisty, we've occasionally been mean, but we care so, so much, and I don't want a doormat Joey. I want a girl who disagrees with me when it's right to disagree with me, and even sometimes when it's not. I want a girl that sees the same situation differently and can help me see it differently too. I want a girl who'll drop to her knees after a fight and I love a girl who'll let me drop to my knees after a fight.'

'You wanna know something Pace?' she swivelled in his arms until she was looking at him, looping her arms around his neck.

'What?'

'You are incredibly clever and wonderful,' she stared at him, 'I am in fact wildly attracted to how worldly smart you are. I also think you get things a lot more clearly than other kids.'

'What do you mean by things?' he asked.

'I mean everything,' she explained simply.

'I only get things when I'm with you,' he shrugged and she smiled,

'Then stick with me!'

'Planning on it.'

'Good,' she kissed him.

'So Potter, I have...' he scrimmaged through his pocket and pulled out his wallet. 'Seventy bucks. What's say we revisit that B&B. This time without the arguing, but still with nudity and sex...' he waggled his eyebrows enthusiastically and she laughed,

'Yeah, it really was only the argument that sucked...'

'We can take spare clothes if you're really stuck on the idea but I quite fancied that large bath tub again...'

'Nudity is fine,' she rolled her eyes, 'in fact it's preferred, though I want pyjamas for when th ordered pizza arrives.'

'Don't want to greet the pizza delivery boy at the door in just a towel?' he smirked.

'Hmmm...we could pretend you're the pizza delivery boy - that would be fun,' she bit her lip coquettishly, staring up at him from under fluttering lashes, her hands smoothing across his chest. 'You see the thing is Pace, when I'm just wearing a towel I don't have any money for a tip,' she shrugged slightly.

'You don't?' he looked adorable with his slack jaw and wide eyes.

'Nope,' she shook her head. 'But it's really rude not to give a tip,' she mused.

'So um...what...what will you do?' he stumbled over his words looking entirely uncertain, though his dilated pupils was enough of a tell for her to know that though he might be uncertain, he didn't oppose her little fantasy.

'Hmm, I don't know. I mean..I appreciate the pizza right? But I have no cash. I mean maybe there'd be another way to say...thank you,' she put her hand to the front of his cargo shorts and pressed against his impressive hardness. 'Hmmm...what do you think Pace? What should I do?'

'I...' he stared at her, watching as she dropped to her knees and looked up at him.

'Do you think...maybe if I did this,' she pushed his shorts and boxers out of the way and then licked from the base of his cock to the tip, keeping her eyes fixed on him the entire time, 'do you think that would do?'

'Mmmmm fuck yeah,' he groaned.

'Well if that'll do,' she made to stand and he groaned, his hands in her hair halting her,

'I thought protocol is twenty percent...that was only one or two, you know..I know you hate to be rude,' he fixed her with a steely look,

'I hate to be rude,' she murmured her agreement, then at total odds with her words put her hand on him before swirling her tongue around his cock.

'Fuck,' he swore as she used her hands and mouth to bring him to the point where his knees were shaking and his hands were in her hair, his hips thrusting of their own accord and his hot cum was filling her mouth.

'You think that will do?' she asked as she daintily pulled up his boxers and shorts before looping her arms back around his neck.

'What I think, is that I'm answering the door,' he grinned.

'Hmmm, ok,' she agreed with a causal shrug and a satisfied smirk.

'You're full of surprises aren't you now my gorgeous little hussy.'

'Hussy?' she raised her eyebrows questionably and he stared right back,

'Hmm,' he pressed a kiss to her forehead and then looked down at her, 'you just gave me the best blow job in lieu of a tip you didn't owe me for a pizza I didn't deliver, so yeah, I think I'm going with hussy,' he watched her start to laugh and found himself laughing to.

'What have you done to me Witter? I'm a total floozy,' she sighed dramatically.

'And I for one am extremely thankful for that,' he continued to smile and she hit him lightly in the chest. 'Your little adventurous streak has been an utterly wonderful surprise.'

'Pacey,' she chided softly feeling her cheeks heat up.

'Aah, and there's the prude I know and love,' he sassed, hugging her tight and pressing a kiss to her hair.

'I'm not too...you know?' she asked at length.

'Too what?'

'Into it...you know sex? We do it an awful lot Pace and yeah I'm quick to suggest this or that...'

'And so am I,' he shrugged easily. 'I love sex with you Joey. I'd have sex with you quite happily for the rest of my life.'

'Really?' she gave him a soft look.

'It's not like I'm gonna get bored,' he teased with a smirk and she hit his chest again.

'You might,' she couldn't help the vulnerability still seeping in at times.

'Really?' he laughed because the notion was honestly ridiculous, 'I have the hottest girlfriend ever, I mean you are literally leagues above me and I have you. You love having sex, you're creative and dirty and then adorably bashful afterwards. I promise you - I'll never get bored.'

'Well good,' she rested her head against his chest listening to the steady thump of his heart.

'You ok?'

'I guess I'm sad to be going home,' she played with his hair, 'but excited all the same.'

'Yeah. Happy with how you left things?' he asked and she lifted her head from his chest to look at him, squinting in the bright sunshine.

'You ask that everyday?'

'You've been a little quiet since we left Key West and the others,' he said with a shrug.

'I'm ok Pace. I'm sad that I had to hurt him.'

'Want to expand on how exactly you hurt him?' Pacey asked carefully and Joey sighed. She'd kept the details of her tete a tete with Dawson to herself, but it was the third time Pacey had asked and she didn't want him to build it into something it wasn't.

'Remember when we were you know...intimately entwined just before Jen and Jack arrived? Remember how I said I was a private person and how I wasn't going to broadcast us sleeping together. You asked if I'd tell Dawson. You also said that Dawson is always a part of our relationship. The thing is, when he arrived, when he was trying to make us jealous and was then glaring, well I could see how that might be true.'

'You said you didn't want to rub us having sex in his face. I remember that,' Pacey shrugged as they sat on the cabin roof. Joey chuckled wryly,

'Well that was exactly what I did.'

'Rubbed it in his face?' Pacey's whole demeanour brightened instantly and he looked positively gleeful.

'Yes,' she whacked him on the arm but he just laughed,

'I know, I know, I'm back to dragging my knuckles but right now the inner me is doing somersaults and boo ya sucks to be you dances.'

'Boo ya sucks to be you dances?' she gave him a scathing look.

'My gorgeous, beautiful, intelligent, amazing girlfriend told her ex, the guy that actively wants to break us up, that we had sex? As much as I want the guy to forgive me, my inner Neanderthal male mind is positively gleeful,' he shrugged, 'what exactly did you say Jo?'

'Really? You really need to know?'

'Well did you describe the sex? Did you detail how phenomenal it is? Just how badly does he wish he were me?'

'You are such an idiot,' she sighed but rubbed a hand across his short hair.

'Please Joey,' he fell to his knees and shuffled between her legs looking up at her with large pleading eyes.

'You,' she poked him in the chest, 'are ridiculous.'

'Please,' he pouted and then grinned when he saw her relent,

'Oh god, ok fine. I told him we had sex, that I love sex with you, that it makes me feel...you know good about myself. I told him I can be the instigator, and that it was me begging for you to touch me on the beach that night.'

'Really?' He grinned broadly and his fingers slid along the skin at her waist.

'Yes Pacey,' she rolled her eyes.

'You told Dawson Leery that sex with me, with me,' he ran his hands up and down her sides and edged closer, 'is something that you love. You used the word beg...' he pressed a cascade of kisses across her face, her neck, her collarbone.

'You're going to be unbearable,' she sighed.

'I'm going to try and make you beg for sure,' he grinned into his kisses.

'Then I'll do my best not to beg,' she shrugged and he looked at her,

'This could be fun.'

'Hmmm,' she agreed, shooting him a sideways look. Clearly they both knew the challenge was on. 'Let's pack a bag and head to our little B&B. We'll see who's begging.'

'We will,' he agreed and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue entangling with hers as his hands threaded through her hair. She moaned softly but pushed at him until they were breathing heavily, a centre-meter of air between them.

'Let's go,' she narrowed her eyes at him and he laughed before getting up off his knees and holding out a hand to her. 'Can we motor into dock?'

'Wanna get there sooner rather than later?' he asked pointedly.

'Up to you, I can wait,' she told him with a dismissive little shrug of her shoulders. 'I'll go pack, you decide.'

'Sure, sure,' he answered turning on the motor.


'This place is cuter than I remember,' Pacey stated as they approached the B&B.

'Last time you were here you were pissed, then it was midnight and when we left in the morning we were rushing.'

'Like I was saying, it's a pretty nice place,' he slung an arm across her shoulders, their packed bag in his other hand.

'Let's go check in,' she chuckled slightly, smiling at him indulgently.


'So Potter, have you checked out the size of this bed?' she heard Pacey ask from the bathroom where she was indulging in a hot shower, a shower which was clean of other people's scum, a shower in which shower shoes were not necessary.

'Have you checked out the shower?' she asked smiling to herself. 'It's amazing.' The following silence surprised her because Pacey seemed to find it nearly impossible to shut his mouth for any length in time, a characteristic she actually found endearing and loved. His sudden appearance at the edge of the shower curtain scared the crap out of her and she screamed loudly,

'Jesus Pace, I nearly wet myself.'

'You asked if I'd checked out the shower,' he said casually hopping in entirely naked. 'That made me think of a hot shower, then a hot shower with you in it, then of course you'd be naked, that made me hard, then I realized you're actually in a shower naked and I'm allowed to see you naked these days, and touch you and then I realized I was a dullard for going on about the bed and so vwalla - here I am,' he gave her an optimistic smile.

'Well you might be naked, and wet, and Pacey. Andwell be entirely aroused and utterly gorgeous, but I'm not begging,' she patted him on the chest patronizingly.

'Are you sure,' he smiled at her, his hypnotic smile, with those deep soulful eyes of his and she considered giving him what he wanted but really, right now it was a toss up which was more appealing - the shower or the boy.

'I'm sure,' she grabbed the shampoo bottle, smiled at him sweetly and squirted the liquid onto her hand.

'Na a ah,' he shook his head stepping a little closer and scooping the shampoo from her hand, 'I wanna,' he kissed her shoulder and she realized he was probably going to win the damn bet because whilst cocky, confident Pacey was a formidable foe, sweet, caring Pacey with the soulful eyes was unbeatable. She attempted to relax as he lathered her hair and then turned her so the water washed out the soap, but despite her best attempts she was acutely aware of his skin sliding along hers, the movement causing a cataclysmic onslaught of butterflies and electricity. His skin felt like silk, mixed as it was with the water and soap, and she only hoped hers felt as amazing to him. She struggled to catch her breath, to slow her racing heart, to just enjoy the simplicity of standing under a cascade of water with the boy she loved. It didn't work. She was almost painfully aware of where their bodies were touching, and even more painfully aware of where they weren't. His hands smoothed over her back, the soap making their glide across her shoulder blades and down to her butt, effortless. She felt him step closer and she could feel how hard he was as he was pressed up tight against her, his cock against her ass and his hand gliding across her stomach to brush between her legs. Only he didn't dwell on her clit as she desperately wanted, a whimper of complaint escaping her, merely skimming the soap briefly there before rubbing his hands across her stomach and up to her chest. She sighed in relief as his hands carefully spread the soap around each boob, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder.

'Pace,' she could hear the need in her voice and apparently so could he because even though he only said,

'Yeah Jo?' she could hear the triumph.

'You missed a bit,' she pulled his hand back to her boob and he chuckled softly before tweaking her nipple gently. When he turned her around and dropped to his knees she did a mental cheer and threw a mental ticker tape parade just for the hell of it. Only he didn't put his mouth on her as she desperately wanted, wanted all the more for his denying her. He merely soaped up his hands and cleaned one foot, then the other, and then cleaned up each leg, his lips just millimetres from her throbbing clit.

'Oh god, fuck it,' she whimpered, 'please Pacey,' she threaded her fingers through his hair and tried to push his face between her legs but he resisted and looked up at her.

'Please what?' he asked far too innocently.

'Please put your face between my legs, please,' she begged crying out as he acquiesced and sucked her aching clit into his mouth. 'Oh god,' she pulled at the short strands of his hair, and felt his chuckle right at the opening between her legs, his hot breath divine. His thumb found her clit as he licked and kissed and worked his magic, this wonderful spell that drove her body insane, the build up of feeling so intense she almost wanted to cry.

'Please, please,' the words fell from her lips and he switched his hand and his mouth, his mouth doing something to her clit that felt insanely good, and when he thrust his fingers inside of her she came hard, her fingers clawing at his back, her legs wobbling worryingly, and her fingers and toes curling from the intensity of the buzzing pleasure that spread throughout her. 'Pacey,' she pleaded but she didn't even know why she was pleading, or what for, only that she hadn't known her body could come that hard.

'Can I fuck you?' he'd shimmied up and the words were breathed into her ear, intimate and loving despite his base request. She opened her eyes that she'd shut when he'd first put his mouth on her,

'Hmm, yeah,' she agreed but turned around, 'like this,' she told him and loved the near feral growl as he pulled her ass towards him as she braced against the tiles of the shower, tilted enough to allow him to push his way inside of her with one powerful thrust of his hips.

'God Jo, you're so fucking hot,' he cursed, as he pulled out and pushed in again, his hips working hard and fast. She loved hearing his muttered curses, loved the way his hand was rough against her chest without losing any of it's skill, and when he brought his other hand to her still sensitive clit, his thumb infinitely skilled in its movement, she cried out loudly and thrust her ass back into him as he thrust forward into her. 'Fuck, I'm gonna come baby,' he growled. She didn't question how much Pacey swore during sex compared to every day life - she totally understood why, and she absolutely loved the fact that he only ever called her baby when they were having sex.

'Me too,' she hissed, and then all at once her body crashed over, the nerve endings doing their happy dance, as he cried out, biting down on her shoulder almost painfully, though it only heightened the feelings of her orgasm. Her breathing was ragged as she felt him pulse inside of her, releasing all of himself into her, something she'd thought seemed kinda gross before she had sex, but now found erotic. The thought of his come inside of her made her feel possessive and strong, because he was hers and it somehow proved that. Then all at once she felt exhausted, and hot and lightheaded. 'I need to lie down,' she murmured before the world went black.


Opening her eyes, Joey instinctively sought out Pacey. He wasn't in bed beside her, they weren't on the boat, and she felt decidedly woozy as she looked at his beautiful, worried face looking at her from where he was kneeling on the floor beside the bed.

'What happened?' she asked.

'Apparently that second orgasm was just too much for you and you fainted,' he teased softly holding up a class of water. Shifting her head onto her elbow so the water wouldn't spill she took a sip.

'I think it was the heat of the shower,' she smirked at length.

'Definitely the mind blowing second orgasm,' he told her seriously.

'I don't feel hurt,' she mentally assessed herself,

'I caught you,' he shrugged easily and she melted a little inside, because of course he caught her, he always caught her. 'I'm sorry,' he said with a wrinkling of his nose.

'You better clarify for what you're apologizing? The romantic hair washing? The insanely sexy body washing? The amazing feeling of your mouth between my legs? Or is it the mind blowing, faint inducing orgasm caused by you fucking me?'

'I love it when you talk dirty,' he climbed onto the bed beside her, one hand resting in the hollow above her hip, the other curled up under his head so he could see her better. 'You're ok?'

'I'm ok,' she smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. 'We didn't kiss once.'

'Well I kissed you,' he gave her an impish look.

'You did,' she giggled. 'I love you,' she put her hand on his cheek.

'I love you,' he pressed a kiss to her forehead, as there was a knock at the door. 'Pizza,' he stated brightly, 'and at least two pieces so there's no more fainting,' he jumped up and headed to the door,

'Um...Pace,' she called.

'Yep?' he looked back at her.

'Clothes.'

'You make an excellent point my dear,' he made a grab for his cargo shorts and pulled them on, forgoing underwear entirely. Joey decided that the look was a good one as he answered the door.