Pacey awoke in the middle of the night to feel his arm pulled up over his head, and a warm body straddling his chest. After a few moments, in which Joey secured his wrists to the headboard, he shook off the grogginess to make out Joey's form in the dark. He tugged on his hands, "What are you doing?"

"I couldn't sleep."

He blinked rapidly, "Are you sure you're not sleepwalking?"

She smiled. "Maybe."

He grit his teeth, "Why am I tied to the bed?"

"Are you?" She raised an eyebrow. "I wonder how that happened."

He narrowed his eyes, "Joey."

"Relax," she whispered leaning forward and tracing his lips with her tongue.

Against his will, he moaned against the teasing heat of her tongue. "You shouldn't be here."

She laughed lightly and brushed a strand of brown hair away from his forehead. "I can always leave," she breathed in amusement and captured his lower lip between her teeth, sucking on the succulent piece of skin before sliding her tongue into his mouth and learning the delicious crevice all over again.

He slid his tongue along hers, forgetting all else but the simple pleasure of kissing her. All too soon, their kiss escalated into an all out duel for dominance, one she was winning due to the fact he was tied to his own bed.

She broke the kiss, pulling away as she licked her lips. "Good."

"I want you to leave."

"And if I don't?" She murmured lowering her mouth to his chest.

"Why are you even in here?" He asked instead of answering her question.

She giggled flicking her tongue against his nipple. "Guess."

He groaned, shifting restlessly beneath her. "I know what you're here for, but the why eludes me. " She continued to tease him, "Stop that already."

"Stop what?" she asked innocently.

"You know what." He scowled, "Don't you get it? I don't want you anymore." The lie tore through his lips, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Liar." She slipped a hand into his boxers and her fingers lightly ran across the hardened tip of his cock, before stroking the smooth skin.

His hips thrust into her hand of their own accord, "Don't do this, Joey."

"Why not?" She began to stroke him slowly, running her fingers over the hot skin.

"Because it's not fair." He spit out, "I don't want to be your play thing anymore. You've got Christian, such as he is, to fuck you. You don't need me."

Her eyes narrowed and her hand tightened around him. "And you have your blonde bitch, Pacey. I think it's more than fair."

"You can't equate one with the other. You were screwing him long before I gave up and decided to move on!"

Her voice was cold. "Did you come for her, Pacey?"

It finally dawned on him what this was about, his eyes narrowed. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

"She loved every second of it."

"Did she?"

"Uh huh," he nodded, swallowing thickly. "She felt so good inside. Hot and wet and tight."

She leaned over him and stared down into his eyes, her lips barely brushing against his. "Did you have to bite your lip, Pacey?" She breathed thickly. "To keep from screaming out my name?"

His jaw clenched, "Untie me and go back to bed, Joey. Better yet, go back to Christian's bed."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Let me ask you, does he care that you're thinking of me when he fucks you? Or is he just too preoccupied with getting his rocks off?"

"What makes you believe I'm thinking of you?"

"You’re with me right now instead of with him."

She trailed a finger along his jaw, lightly scraping the skin. "That might have to do with convenience."

"I don't want to be your convenience anymore." He growled bitterly, "I deserve better than that and we both know it."

"Do you really, Pacey?"

He pursed his lips as she slid down his body, "Yes, Really."

"How much better?" she whispered hotly, pressing her lips softly against his stomach.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning, "Love. Joey, I deserve to be loved. Not used because I can give you a better orgasm than your boyfriend."

She shook her head, sliding his boxers over his hips. "I tried that already."

"High school was a long time ago," he scowled, misinterpreting what she meant.

"And it sucked," she murmured, before wrapping her lips tightly around his cock.

He inhaled sharply and attempted to jerk away from the tempting heat of her mouth. "God, Joey...." he groaned. "Stop."

She shook her head, long, velvety strands of brown hair falling across her face as she slid her mouth over him. His breathing was raspy when he spoke again, "I wont come for you," he insisted, then gasped as her tongue swirled over his head.

Her eyes clouded slightly and she increased the pressure of her mouth, hot and tight around the heated skin. She placed her hands firmly at the base, fingers firmly cupping his testicles, tongue stroking him as she worked her mouth over him. Unable to stop himself, he lifted his hips from the bed. He strained at the ties, his body tensing as he fought the release his body ached for. "I wanted to make love to you," he gasped, sweat trickling from his brow. "I wasn't going to come until it happened..." He tried to focus on his reasons for maintaining control, and not the delicious torture she was putting him through. "I'll hate you for this, Joey."

She squeezed her eyes shut and continued determinedly, her mouth sliding over his cock in a heated fervor. He cried out her name, pulling against his bonds as his orgasm tore through his body, filling her mouth. She nearly choked at the sudden rush and sucked him down hungrily, pulling away at the last undulations.

His eyes remained tightly shut as she sat up, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. "You couldn't just..." His voice was hoarse and he left the question uncompleted.

She caught her lip between her teeth, quietly undoing the restraints. He rubbed unconsciously at the marks left on his wrists. She let the scarves drop onto the bed, not bothering to take them with her. "Until next time."

"There wont be a next time." He muttered, sitting up he pulled his boxers back over his hips. "If I were a woman, that would have been rape."

She brushed her hair behind her ear and tightened the sash on her robe. "Last time I checked, rape victims didn't orgasm with their attackers," she remarked dryly.

"The concept was the same," he glared, "I was unwilling."

"Could have fooled me."

"Get. Out." He pointed to the door. "I don’t even want to look at you."

"Don't you think you're overreacting?"

"What did you think you were going to accomplish by giving me a blow job, Joey? Explain it to me." He challenged instead.

She shrugged. "I got what I wanted."

"Which was what exactly?"

"Goodnight, Pacey." She headed for the door.

"No," he crossed the room in a flash, despite his shaky legs. "You don't get to do that and just leave. What were you trying to prove?"

"It doesn't matter now."

"It matters to me." He said, his voice low with barely suppressed anger. "Did you want to prove to yourself that you could make me come? Did it really piss you off that much that I wouldn't have an orgasm with you? Make you doubt yourself, maybe?"

She shrugged disinterestedly. "If it did, it doesn't matter now."

"I can't believe how damn selfish you are!" He shook his head, "Do I mean absolutely nothing to you? Or am I just a gage you use to measure your sexuality? Did you even once stop and ask yourself why I never let myself orgasm with you? It sure as hell wasn't because you were undesirable."

She raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh?"

His blue eyes spit fire, "Oh? That's all you have to say? I expected better from you, Joey. But then, I do seem to have a problem with expecting more than you're capable of giving."

"Or more than I'm willing to give."

"You seem perfectly willing to give it to someone else."

"Exactly."

"I'm tired of this." He scowled at her. "I'm tired of being in love with you and having you treat me like dirt. I wont let you use me anymore, Joey. I don't know how I ever fell in love with someone so god damned selfish and cold-hearted."

"I had plans, Pacey. I was with someone and you just expect me to change my whole life because you decide you're in love with me?"

"How was I supposed to know you were in love with someone else? Huh? You could have told me at any time while I was humiliating myself trying to convince you my feelings were genuine."

"Yeah, funny how you realized these genuine feelings when I announced I was going to move."

"That didn't make them any less genuine."

"You don't love me, Pacey," she snapped. "You just don't want to lose me."

"Right now, the idea of you leaving and never coming back is increasingly appealing, Potter," He growled.

"Fine."

"You are such a bitch."

She headed for the door again. "I'll be gone by morning then."

"Good riddance." He slammed the door behind her.