Pacey leaned up against the doorjamb of Joey's bedroom several days later, his hands leisurely in his pockets as he regarded her. Joey reclined on her bed, a book in her hands and her hair in a messy bun. He stood there for several seconds, just watching her. When he finally spoke, his tone was conversational, "There's a lot to be said for revenge."

Joey looked away from her book in surprise. "What?"

"Revenge, I'm sure you've heard of it." He took a calculated step into the room. "Vindication. Retribution. Retaliation. Vengeance."

She eyed him strangely. "Yes...I am familiar with the words."

"Are you really?" He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Cause I think you should become reacquainted with them. You deserve to become re-familiarized with their meaning. Experience them first hand, don't you think?"

She set her book down, marking the page. "Okay, what are you talking about?"

"I was simply laying in bed...thinking how damned horny I was. What with Laura out of town for a wedding...and here you are, so conveniently next door, I wouldn't even have to go out to a bar to get laid."

She grew utterly still for a moment and then swallowed. "What?"

"You say what like you don't already know exactly why I'm here." He closed the bedroom door, effectively locking Gabby outside.

She bit her lip. "What are you doing?"

"Seducing you, if I have to." He moved to the bed, deftly taking her book and moving it to the night stand. "But something tells me it wont take much."

Her eyes widened and she shifted back on the bed. "I am not having sex with you."

"Really?" He climbed up on the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as he moved ever closer to her. "And why not?"

"Because," she said moving back. "It's a bad idea and I don't want to."

"You don't want to? That's odd." He continued to edge forward.

She shook her head. "No, I don't."

An amused smile crossed Pacey's face, if she moved any further, she'd fall off the bed. "You do, Joey. You always have." He touched her knee, his hand warm on her skin. "I can make you beg."

"Someone certainly thinks highly of themselves." She bit the inside of her cheek and glanced behind her shoulder at the floor.

"Why fight it, Joey? There's no denying the sexual chemistry between us."

She bit down on her lower lip. "Please leave my room."

"Why? You wanted me to come inside you, here's your chance." He slid his hand higher, his fingers teasing over the skin of her thigh.

Her lip trembled slightly and she brushed his hand away. "Stop it."

Instead, he moved his hand to cup her face, soothing his thumb over her bottom lip. "Don't cry."

She inhaled an unsteady breath and eyed him wearily. "What are you doing?"

"Seducing you, but it doesn't seem to be working."

"Why?"

"I have no clue, you were eager enough to have me last month." She looked away and said nothing. "And I don't think anything's changed." He brought his face close to hers. "You still want me."

She edged back, startled. "I'm not going to sleep with you, Pacey. If you want sex call Laura or any of your other harlots."

"Laura's out of town and you're just so damn convenient." He deftly moved over her, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes widened in stunned bewilderment and she was too surprised to say anything. He bent his head, and his lips were gentle as they caressed hers. If nothing else, he planned to have his way with her.

"Don't."

Ignoring her protest, his lips found the hollow of her throat through memory and he laid siege to it, sucking the soft skin into the heat of his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

Her breath caught and she swallowed, quickly swiping her tongue over her dry lips as she fought to keep a sane train of thought. She couldn't let him do this to her. She wouldn't let him.

His body settled intimately over hers, his firm muscles melting into her soft curves. Placing long, deep kisses down her neck, he shifted lower, his mouth hot and wet against her skin as he parted the buttons of her night shirt.

Her lips parted as she dragged in a shallow breath and she raked her teeth over her full bottom lip. "Please." Her hands moved to his shoulders, touching, unable to push him away.

"No," his voice was a husky murmur as he moved back, parting the last button to bare her breasts. He lifted one in his hand, cupping the weight and brushing his thumb over the tip of her nipple, watching it tighten at the barest touch.

An icy shiver passed through her and she gasped softly, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. "D-don't."

He didn't reply, dipping his head to her chest instead, tracing a circle around her areola with the tip of his tongue, his breath cascading over the sensitive peak hotly. She hissed sharply, her back arching involuntarily. Her eyes glittered with angry tears, hating how easily her body responded.

Conceding to her physical plea, he bit down on the rosy bud, soothing the sharp pain with the heat of his tongue. His other hand slid down her hip and under one thigh, urging her to wrap it around his waist. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out, her eyes falling shut of their own accord as she slid her leg over the back of his.

His hand slid back over her thighs and underneath her pajama bottoms and underwear to cup her ass, lifting her hips against his so she came in contact with the hard heat of his erection. A low moan reverberated through him, and he lifted his mouth from her chest, her nipple glistening in the light from her lamp. His eyes settled on her face, her lower lip sucked into her mouth as she bit down on it, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Leaning forward, he rocked his hips slowly into hers, at the same time, claiming her mouth with his.

Her eyes flew open, her loud gasp of surprise swallowed by his kiss. Her eyes slipped shut again as she moved against him instinctively, her arms winding their way around his neck. His tongue slid past her lips, tracing the line of her teeth and then thrusting into the heated depths of her mouth, mimicking the act soon to follow. Each thrust of her hips against his sent a thread of pleasure coursing through his body, and making him ache to remove the barrier of clothing between them.

Her blood ran hot as she started to tug on his shirt, suddenly needing to feel his skin against hers. He pulled back, letting her pull the cotton over his head and toss it aside. A gratified sigh escaped her lips as her breasts grazed against the warm planes of his chest.

She shoved at him, pushing him onto his back, wanting to be in control. She swung a leg over his waist, straddling his hips and gazed down at him, breathing heavily. "You want to fuck me, Pacey?" She raised her hand and removed the clip from her hair, shaking it out and letting it tumble to her shoulders in a wild disarray.

"I just need to know the rules." She slid her hands over his chest, pausing at the rim of his jeans, her fingers playing over the slightly coarse hair just above it. "Since I'm just a convenience," she undid the button to his jeans, "And you'll probably be thinking of someone else the whole time…" She slid open his zipper, before moving to stroke his cock lightly. She arched an eyebrow. "Is calling out someone else's name optional?"

He arched his hips, trying to force more contact than just her teasing touch. "I'll try to refrain," he said, his voice thick. He caught a handful of her hair and pulled her face down to his, thrusting his tongue into the well of her mouth, he rolled them both over before she could register the action. "You want to know the rules?" he breathed, almost panting as he tugged on her pajama bottoms, dragging them over her hips. "They're pretty damn simple." He brushed aside the veil of her underwear and teased the coarse hair at the apex of her thighs, his fingers expertly playing over the wet folds. "I fuck you and you pretend to enjoy it."

She cried out quietly, sucking her lower lip into her mouth as her hips rose off the bed wanting more. "You're so wet, Jo." He moaned, sliding a finger into the slick heat of her body, finding her completely ready for him. He wasted no time and tore her panties from her body, letting the tattered fabric fall from his fingers beside them on the bed.

Ignoring her protest as he moved away from her, he shed his pants and kicking them aside. He joined her back on the bed, pulling her to straddle his torso. "I want you on top, Potter," he said roughly, feeling the heat of her sex moisten the skin of his abdomen.

She slid over him, her eyes dark. "I don't give a fuck about what you want, Pacey."

"Tell me something I don't already know," he ground out, his hands moving to her hips to direct her over his straining erection.

"Are you thinking about Laura now?" She smirked as she eased herself onto him, her body clinging to his. "While you're," her lips parted on a soundless word as she sank down with a final thrust. "Inside me." She began to move above him, her breath catching in her throat. "Fucking me."

He bit his lip, nodding as he met her eyes. "Thinking of her right now," he arched his hips forcefully inside her. He let out a low moan as her inner muscles clamped around him, "She loves being on top. It's her--" he gripped Joey's hips, thrusting up to matching her rhythm, "It's her favorite position. It's the sexiest thing, watching her blonde hair wave back and forth as she rides me." He said breathlessly, "Her breasts swaying back and forth," he moved up on his elbows, "So tantalizing," he moaned, watching Joey's breasts move in front of his eyes, before capturing a nipple in his mouth. "I just have to taste them."

She gasped loudly, her eyes clouded with desire and something else. "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled against her breast. He bit down lightly on the taut bud, releasing her from his mouth. He moaned as Joey circled her hips over him before thrusting down again. He took her hand from where it was pressed over his chest for leverage, and caught her fingers between his, bringing her hand to where their bodies met, hot and slick. "She loves to feel me fucking her. Feel how well we fit together."

She groaned, increasing her thrusts, her words breathless gasps. "And how would she feel to know you're here? Fucking me like you fuck her."

"It's different," he panted, sweat slickening his body, the scent of sex permeating the air. "I make love to her."

"Then," she swallowed, her breathing raspy. "What are you doing here with me?" She threw her head back, crying out loudly as her orgasm crashed through her.

Her release sent him over the edge, driving deeply inside her he came, hissing between his teeth as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. Moments later, he opened his eyes, sliding out from under Joey. "Like I said, Joey. You were convenient."

She eased across her bed to rest her back against her pillows. She gazed at him impassively. "Why don't you give Laura a call? Tell her that you love her. I'm sure she'd love to hear from you. You can tell her you missed her so much you fucked the nearest available body." She smiled faintly in amusement. "Because that's how much you care."

He tilted his head to the side, matching her smile with one cold and completely devoid of emotion. "I doubt she'd mind. She's most likely getting laid by her ex-boyfriend as we speak."

She shrugged. "You fuck her, Pacey, just like you fuck me."

"And neither of you care." He finished for her, heading for the door. "But at least she had the decency to tell me she was going to return to him. And that's more than I can say for you."

The next day, Pacey returned home from work and ignored Gabby as she bounded around at his feet. Shoulders stooped, he approached the couch, nearly sitting on the dog as he flopped into the plush cushions. A tired groan passed his lips as he reclined back, his head resting across the back of the couch.

"You look tired." Joey came up from behind, placing her hands on his shoulders and massaged them lightly. She smirked. "And tense. You seem tense."

He tried to shrug away from her, "Long day."

"Well, you'll have the whole place to yourself tonight." She leaned over the back of the couch to ruffle Gabby's hair.

"And where will you be?" He asked dispassionately, letting his eyes fall closed in exhaustion, incapable of ignoring the scent of her perfume.

She smiled. "Out."

"Hmm."

"Gabby's taken care of for the night, so don't worry about her," she said over her shoulder as she headed to her room.

He patted his thigh and Gabby eagerly leapt into his lap, happy to finally have his attention. He ran his hand over her soft fur, "Hello to you too." He twisted so that he was looking in the direction of the hallway, "Will you be home in the morning, or will I have to get up early to take her out?"

"Don't worry about it." She came out of her room while tying the belt to her black jacket.

"Okay," he lifted Gabby up from his chest where she was busy trying to lick his chin, and kicked off his shoes. Readjusting himself, he laid back on the couch, not caring that he knocked several of the pillows to the floor.

She tugged loose any hair that had gotten caught in her collar and glanced at the watch on her wrist. "I'm going to go. I promised my ride I'll meet them out front."

"Bye," he replied, not really caring where she was going, or who she was going with. He had enough problems to deal with without adding jealousy to the list.

Joey leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of Gabby's head, her hair falling across her face like a veil. "Be a good girl." She pulled away with a smile and headed out the door.

He staunchly ignored the sweet scent of her perfume that continued to linger in the air. "You should do the same."

"Where would the fun in that be?" The door closed behind her with a soft click. Followed moments later with the dull thunk of a pillow hitting the door.

"Were you a very good girl for me?" Joey murmured, crouching down to rub Gabby's fur when she came to greet her at the door later that night, or early the next morning, depending on how you wanted to see it. "Want to go for a walk?" She yipped happily, giving Joey excited puppy kisses. Joey rose to her feet and shut the front door quietly behind her. "Let's get your leash."

Pacey shifted on the couch where he'd fallen asleep, "Kinda late for that," he mumbled, his voice groggy.

Joey paused for a moment, surprised and then shrugged. "She wants to go outside. I'll take her out."

"If you wanna get raped, so be it." He moved the pillow under his head and shifted onto his back, his eyes falling closed again.

She rolled her eyes and snapped Gabby's leash onto her collar. "It'll just be out front." A faint grunt could be heard from the couch as he attempted to fall back to sleep. "Come on, girl." She left through the door with Gabby.

He was asleep by the time Joey and Gabby returned. The latter, padded to his side, putting her paws up on the couch and sniffed his face, her little tail wagging in curiosity. Joey pulled off her jacket and slung it over her arm, before leaning over and tugging off her shoes. "C'mon Gabby, let's go to bed."

Gabby leapt up onto the couch near Pacey's feet, and turned a circle, settling her head on one of his ankles. "Traitorous wench," Joey muttered. "Did I not just risk life and limb to take you out?" She lifted baleful brown eyes to Joey and let out a quiet yip.

Joey lifted one of the decorative pillows off the floor and tossed it at her.

"Quit beating your dog," Pacey grumbled, his voice husky with sleep. "I paid good money for her, least you could do is treat her right."

"Little bitch," Joey mumbled disgruntled.

"Ya sound upset."

She sighed. "I'm not upset."

"Evening not go according to plan?" He yawned and tucked a hand under his chin.

"I had a perfectly wonderful time."

"I bet."

"What are you doing on the couch? Something wrong with your bed?"

"Too tired to bother getting up." He blinked his eyes open and gazed up at her. Her simple black velvet dress was wrinkled, her hair wild around her face, still tinged a faint pink. "Had fun?"

"You can say that."

"I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you."

She smiled. "Okay."

He yawned again, scratching his chest. "Are you going to bed or what?"

"Yeah." She turned toward her room and lifted her hair off the back of her neck, fanning herself lightly. "God, I'm hot. Maybe I'll take a shower."

He arched an eyebrow, his eyes barely visable in the dark. "Worked up a sweat tonight, did you?"

She nodded. "Yeah, the club was really crowded."

"Club?" He sat up with a groan. "Teased them all mercilessly, didn't you?"

She shrugged. "I had fun."

He smirked, "Thought so."

"Like I said, it was fun." She turned back to her room.

"Sleep well," he said, laying back down on the couch, getting comfortable as Gabby resituated herself at his feet.

"You too." Once she was inside her room, she tugged her dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She grabbed her robe off the back of the door and pulled it on, before padding back out of her room heading for the bathroom.

Pacey listened the shower start up, telling himself he shouldn't be relieved she had just been at a club. Looking down at Gabby, he sighed, throwing his legs over the side of the couch and rising to his feet. Cracking the door open quietly, he slipped inside and shed his clothing. He paused, his hand just inches from the shower curtain, giving a decisive nod, he pulled it aside, revealing Joey's very wet--and very naked--form.

She tilted her head back smoothing the water over her hair, then frowned in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"I feel dirty." He answered simply, "I thought I could use a shower."

She raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you wait until I was done?"

He stepped inside the bathtub, drawing the shower curtain back behind him. "Because then you would be done."

"Exactly."

"You want me to leave?" He asked, challenge in his eyes.

"Would you?"

"Touché." He cupped the inward curve of her waist, holding her in place as he stepped closer.

She regarded him impassively. "I thought you were tired."

"I slept." Preferring not to talk anymore, he kissed her. His mouth hard and demanding on hers.

She pushed him away, breathing roughly, the warm spray of the shower plastering her hair to her face. "If you want to fuck me, just do it and get it over with."

"If that's how you want it," he shrugged a shoulder as though he didn't care. Pressing her against the wall, he hitched her thighs around his waist, poising himself at her entrance. "This is how you want it? No foreplay. No kisses. No emotion."

She nodded, her stormy gray eyes meeting his unflinching. "Yes."

Biting his lip, he pushed inside her, the water beating down on his back. He flinched, finding her tight and dry. Leaning his forehead against the wall beside her face, he held himself perfectly still, his voice barely audible, "I'm sorry." The magnitude of what they’d done—what he had just done—shot through him like a bullet.

She squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing past the lump in her throat and unable to say anything. Bending his head, he brushed his lips over her shoulder, his tongue traced a path up her neck. His hands stroked over her thighs and up to her ass, moving smoothly over the skin slick with water. Still, he held himself immobile inside her, using his hands and mouth to arouse her.

She leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes threatening tears as she raised her gaze to the ceiling. Guiding her legs tighter around his waist, he hooked her ankles behind his back, freeing his hands from holding her around him. Laying siege to the delicate spot just below her ear, he grazed his hands over her sides lightly, moving between them to caress the globes of her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them to hardness.

She bit her lip, inhaling sharply, her hands curling around his shoulders. Her lips parted drawing soft, shuddering breaths. His lips glided higher and he brushed the clinging strands of hair away, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. Lightly, he bit down on the lobe and his fingers moved between them, spearing through their blended pubic hair to stroke the sensitive hood of her clit. Feeling a warm rush of heat around his cock, he tentatively rocked his hips deeper into her.

She whimpered quietly, unable to stop herself from moving against him. Her body acted instinctively. He drew further away, and slid easily back inside her depths, a low groan escaping his throat. His cock throbbed painfully as he slowly increased the pace of his thrusts, his fingers continuing to play at the juncture of her thighs, his lips and tongue teasing the sensitive skin of her throat.

"Faster," she gasped, not sure how much more she could take. She threw her head back, breathing harshly, digging her fingers in his shoulders. He complied, bracing his hands against the wall and driving himself fast and deep. Panting heavily, he felt the telltale signs of his orgasm fast approaching. Through sheer force of will, he held it in check.

She tightened her legs around him, urging him deeper. "Please," she begged helplessly. Her eyes watered, tears mixing with the unforgiving spray of the shower. Holding her against the wall, grunting with every stroke, he reached between them again, finding her hot and swollen. His fingers glided along the swollen bud in time with each swift thrust.

She cried out harshly, warm tears burning their way down her cheeks as she came, her orgasm ripped from her. The water beat down on them, and Pacey thrust deeply one last time and cried out her name as he shuddered violently. It was several moments before he even registered that the hot water had run cold. He lifted his head as a shiver ran between them. She turned her head away, unable to look at him as her shoulders shook.

He stared with open mouthed surprise as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. He caught one with the tip of his finger and blinked incomprehensibly, "You're crying. I—I didn't know I could make you cry."

She bit her lip, forcing away tears as she met his eyes. "Are we done here?"

Letting out a shuddering breath, he watched her close down. "Yeah," he mumbled, unhooking her legs from around his waist and helping her stand.

She moved away from him and quickly washed herself, before leaving the shower. She didn't even bother with a towel, opting instead to pull on her robe and leave for her room.

He stepped out of the shower just as her hand was on the door and caught her arm, droplets of water glistening on his skin. "Jo, I was thinking of you. Every time, I think of you."

She froze for a moment before pulling her arm away and hurrying to her room.