Author's note: Sorry this update took so long. I'm planning to do a couple quick updates to make up for it. ;-)

A small moan escaped from Joey's mouth as her hand wandered through his hair to grasp the back of his head. He deepened the kiss with a low, guttural growl that made her whole body come alive with anticipation. Without warning, she felt overcome with desire, with a heady urge to be naked with him. Joey put her arms around his neck as his strong hands grasped each side of her waist. Wasting no time, she practically jumped into his arms as she wrapped her long legs around him. Joey gasped his name as he placed her on the counter. She had never before wanted someone so completely. His name had felt so sweet on her lips the first time, that Joey whispered it in his ear, "Pacey."

Joey heard a faint noise that seemed intent on distracting her from the task at hand, separating the man in front of her from his clothes. Her hands moved to his chest where they began to undo each of his buttons motivated by a growing need to feel his hot skin. Finally releasing the last button of his shirt, Joey moved her hands up his toned chest to push the garment off of him. The noise continued to grow, demanding to be noticed. Joey stopped kissing him for a moment and was met with the most gorgeous blue eyes she could imagine. Her heart skipped a beat and she was convinced she had actually stopped breathing.

"Joey! Wake up!" Joey shot up from the couch to see her sister standing in front of her. "Seriously, your alarm has been going off forever. I'm pretty sure it could wake the dead," Bessie proclaimed. Needing a minute to comprehend her surroundings, Joey looked around the room to find her alarm clock savagely announcing her wake time. "You OK, Jo?" Bessie asked concerned.

"Yeah, sorry. I must not have heard my alarm," Joey apologized.

Bessie's look of concern quickly turned to a knowing smirk. "You were dreaming about a boy," she stated. "And by the looks of you it was a pretty satisfying dream at that."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Bess. I'm just really tired. I do work hard, you know," she replied.

"Of course you do, sis," Bessie agreed. "I'll let you get ready for school. After all, Pacey will be here soon and I'm sure you want to shower," she said with a wink.

"Bessie you are ridiculous," Joey exclaimed in embarrassment.

"Nothing ridiculous about a good sex dream, Jo. Trust your big sister on this one," Bessie mused.

Refusing to continue this particular conversation, Joey quickly retreated to the bathroom. She started the water in the shower as she thought about Bessie's observation. Joey Potter had never once had a sex dream, not ever. Before dating Dawson she had dreamt about him kissing her, or proclaiming his love for her, but never had she woken up in such a wanton state. She climbed into the shower. Recognizing that Dreamland Joey would have undoubtedly had sex with Pacey Witter, Joey cursed her alarm clock and her sister.

As much as the image of Pacey with Jen in Dawson's kitchen left a bad taste in her mouth, he had managed to make it all look so appetizing. Joey had put forth her best effort to protest "the arrangement" like a good friend would; in a manner consistent with her image as "Virginal Joey Potter." The truth was that she was jealous. Pacey had called her a "prude" so many times that she was convinced that was an accurate description of how he viewed her. She knew Pacey had a tendency to exaggerate most things, but his sexual experience was essentially common knowledge in Capeside. Joey felt inadequate, overlooked, and undesirable. Even Dawson, who had little to no experience to speak of, had rejected her advances. Frustrated, Joey lathered her shampoo: he had not even considered her as a candidate for his friends-with-benefits scheme and here she was having sex dreams with him cast as the leading man!

"Hey, Potter! You ready to go?" Pacey yelled from the kitchen.

"You'll have to forgive her, Pacey, Joey managed to sleep through her alarm this morning," Bessie offered mischievously.

"Haha, very funny, Bess," Joey said entering the kitchen fighting the blush that was threatening to develop on her cheeks.

"There she is!" Pacey exclaimed. "I like this wet hair look you got goin' on," he said as he lifted a section of her hair.

"Oh good, because I've really been holding my breath waiting and hoping for your approval," Joey responded sarcastically.

Bodie chuckled behind them. "Bodie, man, these Potter women are tough," Pacey stated.

"Oh no, Pacey. You are not bringing me into this," Bodie answered. "I just make the pancakes."

Pacey laughed. "Speaking of pancakes …" he began.

"You are welcome to come over for some fresh ones in the morning, Pacey," Bessie offered.

"Great!" Pacey said with an ear-to-ear grin.

"But tonight I think you guys should go blow off some steam. Do something fun," Bessie suggested. Joey opened her mouth to protest, but Bessie added, "I mean it. You were right, you work hard. Besides once we finally get the insurance money, there will be very few opportunities to take a night off."

"So you thinking of making it a Blockbuster night?" Pacey asked on the way to school.

"No, lame-o, that sounds like an entirely ineffective way to 'blow off some steam,'" Joey responded.

"I mean you could always return it without rewinding. That would be very 'Rebel Without a Cause' of you," he suggested. "Or you could just rent porn. That's always an option."

"No Pacey, I am not going to rent porn. Not all of us are perverts," Joey stated.

"There is nothing perverted about watching porn. Its all part of a healthy sex life. Not all of us are prudes," he challenged.

Joey's brain flooded with caustic responses, but she made the conscious decision to push them aside. "I was actually thinking more along the lines of a Matt Caulfield party. I suppose you could join me, if you up for it. If not, no big deal, I'm sure I can find a much more suitable ride."

Pacey's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You want to go to a Matt Caulfield party?!"

"Sure, why not?" Joey shrugged.

"Well because of the sheer debauchery that notoriously occurs at those parties," he began.

"Like I said, feel free to join or not."

"Oh no, I am definitely there. Besides you will need a tour guide for this little trip to teenage degeneracy. Enter, yours truly," Pacey said motioning to himself. "Now, we must do this right. We walk. No driving. I may be a lot of things, but a drunk driver, I am not."

"Agreed," Joey stated.

"All right then, little lady. Looks like we have ourselves a party plan," he said with a grin.

"I guess we do," she concurred.