"Whoever said, you don't know how much junk you have until you move, wasn't lying," Joey muttered as she went through her closet.

"There is a quick solution to that," Pacey called from where he lounged across her bed.

"And what would that be?"

"Not to move."

"Nice try."

He shrugged a shoulder helplessly. "At least I'm helping, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, I don't know what I'd do without you."

He grinned even though she couldn't see him. "See, now that's the attitude I've been looking for."

"When I move, please don't feel like you have to visit me."

"Oh, you don't mean that."

"But, I do."

"Nope. You don't."

"I do."

He sat up on the bed and swung his legs to the side. "You love me and you know it."

"You should really see a psychiatrist for those delusions of yours."

He moved to squat behind her, his arms going around her shoulders, "I like my delusions, thank you very much. And they're no worse than yours."

She stiffened slightly. "Is this more of you not helping?"

"Nooooo..." he murmured against her neck, "this is me helping you to take a break."

"I just started."

"You've been working for half an hour already," He brushed her hair away from her neck, exposing her skin.

"And I've barely gotten anything done."

"See, you need a break to rejuvenate."

She cast a look at him over her shoulder. "I think I need you to stop trying to distract me."

He gave her his most innocent look. "I would never."

"I'm sure."

He kissed her neck lightly and sat down behind her, "Okay, see. I'm helping." He folded a box up.

"Uh-huh..." She lifted herself onto her knees and reached into the back of the closet, trying to reach for something that was wedged between two boxes. She crawled forward a bit more. "I officially have too much junk."

He eyed the curve of her ass, predictably. "Uh huh."

She tugged at the end of what she thought was a shoe. "It's stuck for some reason."

"Want some help?" He questioned, sitting up on his knees and moving beside her.

"I think I can manage." He slapped her ass lightly, and moved back to where he was. She glared at him over her shoulder and pulled the shoe free with a forceful tug. "I got it."

"Good for you," he smirked. "So, where do you want me to start?"

She clicked her tongue against her teeth. "I don't know, Pacey. Why don't you choose?"

He started pairing her shoes together and packing them into a box. She leaned back on her heels and surveyed what she had left. "This is going to take a while."

"The longer the better."

"Maybe I can get Dawson and Jen to help..."

"I'm pretty sure they're busy."

"Hopefully they can spare an hour or two."

"Yeah, hopefully." He repeated hollowly.

"It'll get done faster that way." She climbed to her feet. "I'm going to get something to drink."

"Thought you didn't need a break?"

"I'm thirsty."

He sighed, "Okay."

"Want something?"

"Yeah, sure." He shot her a smile, glad that she had asked.

She raised an eyebrow. "And that would be?"

"Whatever you're having."

"Fine." She headed for the kitchen.

He turned back to her closet and sighed. She may think packing would take forever, he thought it would be done way too soon. Reluctantly, he returned to packing up her shoes, leaving three pairs and a pair of slippers out for her to wear up until she left.

Joey held out a can of soda when she returned. "I brought you a Coke."

"Thanks," he took the drink from her and offered her a smile.

She sat down on the edge of her bed as she took a sip from her can. "Okay, I'm taking a break now."

He grinned at her, "I see how it is. As long as I'm not the one making the suggestion."

"Your motive wasn't altruistic."

"And yours is?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"I still don't see why you have to move, Jo." He mumbled, popping the top on his drink and taking a long gulp, his adam's apple moving rhythmically just under his skin.

"It'd be nice to be my own."

"Living on your own is expensive."

"I don't mind."

"It's lonely too."

She smiled. "I'll manage."

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"I'm going to have to get a cat or something," He winked at her.

She laughed. "I'm pretty sure you won't be lacking in companionship Pacey."

"No one compares to you."

"I'm one of a kind."

"That you are, Potter. That you are." He nodded, concentrating on his can of pop.

She lay back on the bed with a sigh. "I think I'm giving up for today. Maybe I'll call Dawson and Jen, invite them to dinner, my treat and ask them for help."

He smiled, anything that kept her there longer pleased him. "And am I invited on this evening out?"

"I guess"

"Then by all means, give them a call." He moved beside the bed, his drink forgotten as he let his eyes travel over Joey.

"I will."

He reached for her hand, tentatively tracing her fingers with his. "I don't know if I've forgiven you yet for getting me a black eye."

She frowned and then gazed up at him. "Technically, it wasn't me."

"Technically, had you not lied to him, it wouldn't have happened," he reminded her.

She bit her lip. "Good point."

He trailed his fingers up her wrist, just brushing her skin. "Dawson and I made amends, if you care."

"Hmm...That's good to hear."

He withdrew his hand and leaned back against the bed, his legs bent so he could rest his arms on them. "I'm definitely going to have to look into getting a cat," he muttered.

"Aww. It won't be that bad Pacey."

He tilted his head back to look at her, "You don't get it, Potter."

"What don't I get?"

"The simple and undeniable fact that I--" he shook his head, he was getting tired of saying it and constantly getting rebuked. "You know how I feel, but I don't think you know just how alone I'm going to be without you."

She sighed and sat up on the bed. "Get ready for dinner. I'm going to call Dawson and Jen."

"Yeah," he sighed. "Sure."

"Cheer up. Dinner's on me." She placed a quick kiss on his cheek before climbing to her feet and heading for the living room.

"Cheer up, she says," he muttered, rising to his feet and heading for the bathroom to take a shower. "I'd like to see her cheer up when her world's crashing down around her."

"I gotta thank you again for dinner, Jo," Jen smiled across the table as their plates were taken away. "Are you sure you don't want us to pay half?"

"Consider this as bribery in order to get your help during packing," she said with smile.

"Are you sure we can't at least pay for dessert?"

"Completely my treat."

"Don't argue with her, Lindley. It won’t get you anywhere." Pacey threw in.

"Well, then we won't argue." Dawson dropped a kiss on Jen's shoulder before smiling at Joey. "Thanks for dinner."

Jen elbowed Dawson with a smile. "You're such a cheapskate, sweetie."

He squeezed her hand under the table. "I'll buy you dinner anytime honey."

"And it's not like dinner's free," Pacey pointed out, growing slightly frustrated with their lovey-dovey behavior. "You're going to be working for it."

Dawson grinned. "That's a very good point."

"Right," Jen nodded. "So when do you need to be packed by?"

"I still have three more weeks." She smiled and slipped her hand under the table, running her hand along Pacey's thigh. "So I figure at least two Saturdays with your help and I'll be done in no time."

Pacey froze at the surprise contact and when he looked at her she was focused on Jen and Dawson. He glanced at Jen, thinking there was a better chance of it being her hand on his leg than Joey's. But no, there was no way it could be her. She was too far away.

"I think we can spare two Saturdays, don't you Dawson?" Jen asked, completely oblivious to the goings on under the table.

"Yeah, I think we can manage that," Dawson replied.

"That's wonderful." Joey smiled brightly, deftly undoing the button to Pacey's pants and guiding down the zipper. She slipped her hand inside and massaged him through his boxers. "We really should do this again sometime. How about after we're finished with the packing? It'll be my treat again," she enticed.

Pacey was rock hard in seconds under her touch and he gripped his glass tightly, until his knuckles were white. He remained stoic as the others talked around him, fearing his voice would give him away.

"You really should let us treat." Jen insisted. "It'll be your house warming present."

"Nonsense," Joey chided. She slipped her hand inside Pacey's boxers, wrapping her hand around him before beginning to stroke him. She laughed lightly. "Believe me, after you see all the stuff I have...It's the least I can do."

Pacey bit the inside of his cheek against the urge to groan aloud. This called for the use of fire against fire. Mentally, he promised to thank Joey for having chosen to wear a skirt that evening. He took his time, inching the material up her smooth legs. "Yeah," he finally managed to regain control of his vocal cords. "Who knew our Joey was such a pack rat?" He stroked the inside of her thigh with the pads of his fingers enticing her to part her legs further.

Dawson grinned. "I can believe it."

Joey's eyes widened slightly and she shifted in her seat. She forced a short laugh. "Well, I'm not as bad as you, Dawson."

The corner of Pacey's mouth quirked up as he slid his fingers higher; a breath away from touching the material of her panties. "No, you're worse."

She increased her strokes in tandem and she shook her head in disbelief. "I am not."

He continued to stroke her thighs, teasing her but not making contact where she most wanted it. He inhaled shakily as she swirled her thumb around his head and covered it with a cough. "So um...what's going on with you two?"

Dawson smiled at Jen lovingly. "We've been pretty much uneventful."

"What about that project you were telling me about?" Pacey wondered, hoping to get Dawson started talking about his latest film plans so he could tune out the conversation and work on driving Joey wild.

"It's actually kind of interesting," Dawson began.

Joey rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Oh boy, here we go."

Pacey shot her a look to say they were only just getting started. "Do go on, Dawson." Pacey chose that moment to finally scrape his fingernail over the tiny cleft in her underwear.

"Oh." Joey's hand slipped and she accidentally knocked over her glass of wine. Her mouth opened in surprise as it spilled onto her lap.

Pacey chuckled under his breath and removed his hand from between her legs to get a napkin for her. "Such a klutz, Jo."

Joey smiled apologetically at Dawson and Jen. "I think I'll go to the bathroom and clean this up, so it won't stain."

"Do you need some help?" Jen questioned, getting ready to rise.

"Actually," Pacey fumbled beneath the table for a moment, re-buttoning his pants and pulling out his keys. "I think there's a pair of pants in the car you can change into Joey." He slid out of the booth to let her out. "We'll be right back, guys. Why don't you order dessert?"

"Something with chocolate," Joey added with a smile as she climbed out of her seat.

Pacey tugged her hand and pulled her away, taking a turn into the bathrooms. He bypassed the women's bathroom and the men's and opened the door to the unisex handicapped bathroom. Closing the door behind them, he pressed her to the door, bracing his hands on either side of her body. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your hand down my pants."

She gazed up at him through her lashes. "You didn't like it?"

He leaned into her. "You tell me."

"If I don't take care of this skirt soon, it's going to stain."

"I don't give a damn about the skirt." His eyes narrowed. "What do you want from me, Joey? Do you want to fuck me? Do you want me to hike up your skirt and take you against the door?! You want to feel my dick inside you, stretching you, filling you...but you don't want anything else. God forbid you take my heart when it's offered to you on a silver platter." He slid his hands under her shirt and cupped her breasts. "Not my heart, Potter. Never my heart, right?"

She swallowed; her mouth fell open as she fought for breath. She shut her eyes for a moment as she breathed in and out deeply. "Don't do this to me, Pacey."

"I'm not doing anything you obviously don't want to do. I'll give you whatever piece of me you'll take." He told her, his voice cold as he moved between her legs. "If we're quick, Dawson and Jen won’t know."

She exhaled sharply and glanced away. "Fine."

"Or maybe I'm not good enough for that even. Should I just use my fingers on you?" He reached between them, brushed aside her underwear, and slid his fingers between the moist folds of her sex.

She gasped loudly in surprise, her eyes widening before she squeezed them shut, tightly. "Please."

"Please what, Jo?" He moved his fingers in and out of her in a slow rhythm. "What do you want from me?"

She bit her lip; her eyes clouded with a myriad of emotions, prevalently, lust and desire. "Don't love me," she whispered quietly.

"There's nothing I can do to stop," he whispered back, his blue eyes bright with torment. He closed his eyes and captured her lips with his. She groaned, parting her lips and slipping her tongue into his mouth. She could taste the warmth and heat of him, mingled with the sharp taste of wine.

He seduced her with his mouth, his tongue moving in perfect synchronization with his hand. He devoured her, claiming her as his own with a fierceness that she had never expected from him.

She shuddered violently, her orgasm explosive and she tore her mouth away, unable to stop herself from crying out. He pulled away from her, even as she continued to tremble in the aftermath of her orgasm.

He wiped his hand, slick with her essence on his jeans. "Glad I could be of service." His eyes, once so loving were contemptuous, "Let me know when you're ready for another." He was out the door before the damage could even register in her mind.

Joey taped up her last box for the day and placed it in the far corner of her room with the rest of the growing pile. She rubbed the back of her neck wearily as she glanced around the room. She was little more than halfway done and if she continued at the rate she was going, she'd probably be done packing with time to spare.

"Hey, Jo." Jen appeared at the doorway, her waves of blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. "If you're done in here and since Pacey's locked himself in his bedroom, could you come in the kitchen and help me sort out what dishes and things are yours?"

Joey shrugged shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as she turned to Jen. "I don't know. I might just let Pacey keep all that stuff."

"There's more than enough for one person. Besides," she smiled, "You're going to need stuff to eat from."

"I was going to buy new ones."

"You can't buy new everything. It would cost a fortune." She entered the room, "Unless you have something else for us to do."

She shook her head. "I'm almost ready to call it quits for the day. Where's Dawson?"

"Hiding out with Pacey, I imagine. I love the man and all, but he has a low tolerance for work. I'm kinda surprised at Pacey, though." She sat down on the edge of Joey's bed. "I know he doesn't want you to move and all, but refusing to help is a little childish, even for him."

"Thank God I'll be gone soon." She headed for the door. "I guess I should at least go through the stuff in the kitchen."

"Right," Jen rose and followed behind her. "I was thinking of setting Pacey up with this girl from work. She's into theater and everything, I thought they might like to go see a play together. What do you think? Or is it too soon after what's-her-face?"

Joey shrugged as she pulled opened a cupboard in the kitchen. "I doubt it."

"Maybe she'll take his mind off her. You know, I never liked her to begin with. She was too perky." Jen grabbed a box and a stack of newspapers so they could wrap the dishes safely before they packed them.

"Well, you know Pacey..."

"Yeah, I do. That's was I was so surprised when I met her. It's about time he found a girl to get serious about."

"That'll be the day," Joey said pulling down some cups and plates.

Jen dutifully wrapped them up. "Wonder what they're talking about?" She asked after a moment.

"Who knows?"

Jen smiled softly thinking of her boyfriend. "Jo, if I make you promise something, will you swear not to say anything?"

Joey shot her friend an amused look. "I think you know me well enough to trust my word."

"I know. But sometimes there are things that should be kept secret and aren't." She shot her friend a wizened look, "And things that are kept secret that shouldn't be."

She smiled, setting some plates down before giving Jen her full attention. "So what's going on?"

Jen's face split into a giddy smile, "I'm pregnant."

Joey's jaw dropped in surprise. "You're serious?"

"Uh huh," she giggled, "but you can't say anything. Dawson doesn't know yet."

Joey let out a loud yelp and rushed to give her friend a hug. "That's so great for you guys."

"I know." Unbidden, tears came to her eyes as she hugged her friend. "I just hope he's happy about it. We haven't talked about having kids except to say someday, ya know?" She released Joey and wiped her eyes. "I've been a hormonal basket case lately."

Joey motioned to the kitchen table. "Come on, sit down. We can take a break."

She smiled and sat down, resting her elbows on the table. "I don't think there's much to say."

"Did you just find out? Have you seen a doctor yet? Do you want a boy or girl?" Joey winked at her friend.

Jen couldn't seem to wipe the grin away. "I found out yesterday. I have a doctors appointment to confirm first thing Monday morning. And boy or girl? I haven't even started thinking about that yet." She paused, and grinned sheepishly, "Mitch if it's a boy and Rhiannon if it's a girl."

She reached across the table and squeezed her friend's hand. "Dawson is going to be so excited."

"I hope so." Her cheeks were flush with excitement, "I can't wait to tell him he's going to be a daddy."

Joey's expression softened. "I'm really happy for you," she said sincerely.

"Thank you, Jo." She bit back another giddy smile, "I've been bursting to tell someone since I found out."

"I'm glad you told me."

"Now...what about you?" She leaned forward, a conspiratorial smile on her lips.

She raised an eyebrow. "What about me?"

"I've known you for over ten years, Joey. I know when something's up with you."

"I'm moving."

"Uh huh...that's old news." She tilted her head thoughtfully, "Though the why is still unexplained."

She sighed, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin in her hands. "It's something I've been wanting to do for a while now."

"That still doesn't explain why..." Jen said quietly, her eyes sympathetic.

"I just need something different."

"Something different than what, exactly?"

"I feel like I need a change."

"Hmm. And what are you going to do when you discover what you needed was a change of heart not a change a scenery?" She asked quietly.

"I need to be on my own for a while."

"If you ask me, you've been on your own too long already."

"You don't know what you're talking about Jen."

"I think I know more than you believe I do." She tilted her head to the side. "I wont push, after all it's your life. But..." she frowned, "It's his life to and I think you should pause for a moment and think about what you're doing to it."

Joey just shook her head. "I'm not doing anything. I'm moving."

"Yes, you are."

"What?"

"I was only agreeing with you."

"Right." Joey climbed to her feet. "Dawson should really be helping more, especially since you're pregnant."

Jen sighed, "I'm fully capable of packing dishes."

"But still..."

She smiled, "I promise. I'll be fine." Standing up, she went back to the cupboards. "Come on, lets get this finished and we can order a pizza, I have a craving for greasy pepperoni."

She shook her head with a small smile. "Fine."

"That's the spirit." Jen smiled at her friend. As Joey turned to the cupboards, the lighthearted smile faded to a worried frown.