Pacey frowned when he heard a knock on his door later, "Dawson, I thought you guys left alre--" he stopped talking when the door opened revealing Joey. "Oh. Hello."

"Hello. You should decide what you want to keep in the kitchen before I pack everything."

"A couple sets of dishes, the toaster, a few pots and pans. Anything else you can keep." He crossed the room to the door, putting one hand on the knob, "Is that all?"

"You planning to hideout in your room all day?"

"As opposed to pretending everything is hunky-dory between us in front of Dawson and Jen. Yes."

"How juvenile."

"If you've got something to say, Potter. Say it." His eyes narrowed wolfishly, "Unless you came here with something other than talking in mind."

She smiled blandly. "You know me so well."

He raked his eyes over her body, the gaze so intense it was almost a physical caress. "What's your pleasure, Joey?"

She bit the inside of her cheek. "Surprise me."

Tiny lines appeared at the corners of his mouth as he pulled her into his room and shut the door behind her. "That's your favorite shirt, isn't it?"

She nodded with a small shrug. "It is."

He gripped the blouse at the lapels and tore it away from her body, sending the buttons flying. He smirked, taking the tiniest bit of satisfaction at damaging something of hers as she had his heart, "One of mine too." His hands were everywhere, hot and rough as they stripped her naked.

She whimpered softly, and licked her lips, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Jerk, that was my favorite shirt."

"We established that." He captured her lips with his, taming her mouth with his tongue.

He wasn’t patient as he urged her back to the bed. She fell across the mattress and he quickly covered her body with his. With one hand around her wrists he pinned her to the bed, his mouth working against her lips as his free hand teased her breasts, working her nipples into hard peaks. He situated his knee between her legs and she arched her hips into his thigh, "Oh God," the rough material of his jeans sending shock waves of pleasure through her system.

Trailing a hand over her stomach, he moved his fingers between her thighs. He felt a surge of liquid heat coat his hand, lubricating his way. Just as before, he moved his fingers within her rhythmically, the pads of his fingers stroking her inner walls, his thumb brushing the hidden bundle of nerves with each thrust. After a few seconds of this, he bent his head back to her chest, laving her other breast with the rough velvet of his tongue. She groaned, thrusting down against him as she tried to free her hands.

"Oh no, Potter." He added another finger and moved his mouth to her chest, excerpting gentle pressure on her nipple, gently scraping his teeth against the sensitive peak.

"Ohh." She raked her teeth across her bottom lip, holding back another moan. "Please, Pacey."

"Please what?" He asked innocently, releasing her from his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," she hissed beyond caring as she strained against him, aching for some kind of release.

He placed hot, wet kisses over the flat of her stomach. Sliding down her body, he released her hands no longer able to restrain them from his position between her legs. She parted easily for him and his mouth found her hot and eager for his touch.

His tongue explored the slick folds of her sex, hot and wet, she arched her hips to his mouth, straining to feel the velvet of his tongue over the throbbing bundle of nerves. She yelled his name when his tongue finally reached it’s ultimate destination. Her fingers clutched desperately at the sheet beneath her searching for purchase as her orgasm crashed through her, fast and furious.

Pacey sat back on his knees, watching little aftershocks tremble through her flushed body. As much as he tried to hold onto his anger, looking at her now he could only think how beautiful she was.

She shivered, raising herself up on her elbows unsteadily. Her eyes were hot as she watched him and she grinned wickedly.

"What are you thinking, Potter?" He asked warily. "You got what you wanted."

She arched an eyebrow, sitting up and raising herself onto her knees. "Is that the best you got?"

"You want more?" He arched an eyebrow sexily, his voice husky, "I got more."

"Good to know," she murmured, sliding her hands down his chest and lowering her mouth to his neck. He inhaled shakily, wrapping his arms around her naked form. She swept her tongue across the taut skin of his neck, her hands working to undo the button of his jeans.

"You don't play fair." He breathed, his large hands sliding over her waist to cup the weight of her breasts.

"I'm not fair?" She grinned slowly kissing her way down his chest.

"Extremely unfair." He ran his fingers through her hair.

She gazed up at him heatedly, her hands on the waistband of his jeans. "We're going to have to get rid of these."

"Whatever you want," He slid from the bed and pushed the material down, taking his boxers with them. He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and removed his socks, leaving him as naked as she.

She trailed her eyes over him hungrily, licking her lips. He watched her tongue for a moment and then advanced on her, his lips finding hers and pressing her to the bed. She sighed, opening her mouth to him as she raked her nails across his back.

He lowered her to the bed, the evidence of his arousal against her abdomen. The rough calluses on his hands were gentle as he grazed them over the dips and curves of her flesh. He found the curve of her throat and pulled the skin with his teeth.

Her hands stroked his skin as she shivered beneath him, sex pounding through her veins. He leaned away from her and opened the drawer on his bedside table and fumbled for a condom. She smiled lazily in anticipation, pressing her lips to the side of his neck.

Tearing open the package, he tossed it aside and slid the latex on. He brushed his lips over hers as he bent her legs moving between them. She whimpered quietly, sweeping her tongue over his bottom lip before pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it fiercely, worrying it with her teeth before guiding her tongue into his mouth and tasting the hazy heat of him.

Taking his time, he slid inside her, stretching and filling her completely. His mouth mated with hers as he waited for her body to adjust to him. She pulled away with a smile. "I've done this before."

He kissed her temple and pulled away before sinking back into her body. Joey let out a sharp cry, her back arched as she thrust her body against his. His lips curved in appreciation at her response. He fell into a steady rhythm and she matched him stroke for stroke, whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips. He pressed hot kisses along the column of her throat, whispering incoherent endearments.

She shuddered against him, the tension building within her and she clung onto him desperately. Relentlessly he drove her to the brink and pulled away before she could tumble into ecstasy. Beads of sweat gathered at his brow like tears, a sheen of sweat slickened his back as he held himself in check.

"Ohh." She groaned tossing her head back, biting on her lower lip furiously as she strove for something just out of her reach. He finally granted it to her, his thrusts fast and deep until the blended into one single explosion of passion.

She exhaled a sharp cry, shivering faintly as she collapsed against the bed, waiting for the availability of movement again. Brushing the strands of dark hair that clung to her neck, he tasted the salty sweetness of her skin. He smiled weakly, pulling away from her and removing the empty condom, throwing it in the trash.

After her blood had settled, she raised herself up, regarding him curiously. He felt her gaze on him and he picked up a towel from the floor and wrapped it around his waist. "I'm going to go take a shower."

"Want some company?"

"If you think you're ready for more, by all means." He gestured for her to precede him.

She smiled and lay back down. "I don't think I can move."

"Take your time," he smiled back at her, but his eyes were hollow. He turned and opened the door, his back stiff as he closed the door behind him with a click.

Joey's light giggle floated through the kitchen and she sighed softly, letting out a little moan. "This food is orgasmic, Anthony. I want to hire you as my personal chef." She grinned. "I'm taking you with me when I move."

He laughed, his gray eyes bright in amusement as he refilled her wine glass. "I take pleasure cooking for a beautiful woman who enjoys it."

"Mmm…" She released a content whimper as she bit into the cream filled chicken and brought her wine glass back to her lips. "I can't believe that all this time of living right above you and I just meet you now that I'm moving."

"It just wasn't meant to be, darling." He winked and she laughed. "Wait until you try dessert."

"I can't wait. If it's as great as the main course, I seriously might have to keep you." She laughed sensually, drunk on wine and good food.

The front door opened and Pacey strolled in, his whistle cheerful. "Hmmm, what is that smell?" He put the plastic shopping bag he was carrying on the side table with a flourish. "What are you cooking up now, Jo?" He rounded the corner to find Anthony and Joey sitting side by side, the meal spread out before them. "Oh."

She brushed her hair behind her ear and grinned. "That sensuous food you smell is courtesy of this man right here." She rubbed her hand along Anthony's wrist. "Anthony Evans meet my soon to be ex-roommate Pacey Witter."

"We've met already, actually." Pacey nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Unlike you, some of us actually take the time to meet the neighbors." He forced a wan smile at Anthony. "You'll have to excuse me if I don't act--" he cut himself off, "You'll just have to excuse me. It was nice seeing you again, Tony."

"I know. I suck." She frowned and rested her head against Anthony's shoulder as she took another sip of wine. She gazed up at Anthony apologetically. "I was a very bad neighbor. I should have been more friendly."

"Looks like you're more than making up for it," Pacey said dryly as he left the room.

"Pacey, you have to try this food," she called after him and sat up in her seat holding out her glass to Anthony. "A toast to the chef."

He chuckled and shook his head, raising his glass and clinking it against hers. "You’re drunk."

She smiled. "I know."

A distant "No Thanks" echoed from down the hall.

Joey shook her head. "He's so uptight."

"He seemed pretty laid back to me when I first met him." Anthony took another sip of his wine.

She shrugged. "Must've been a good day."

"Let's not talk about him," Anthony's fingers trailed seductively up her arm.

She smiled as she speared another piece of chicken with her fork. "What do you want to talk about then?"

"How about my orgasmic chicken?"

She grinned. "What's for dessert?"

He licked his lips, "Something else completely orgasmic."

"Something chocolate I hope."

He pouted, his chiseled lips turned down playfully. "Wasn't what I had in mind, but I suppose it will do."

She took another sip of wine. "I love chocolate."

"Hmm, and what else do you love, Miss. Potter?"

"Wine." She grinned holding out her empty glass.

"What the lady wants, the lady gets." He dutifully filled the glass.

"I feel absolutely decadent," she announced before taking a healthy drink of wine.

"You look absolutely decadent. Good enough to eat."

She giggled. "I doubt I taste as wonderful as this food."

"I'm not so sure of that. I bet you taste better than the richest chocolate in the world."

"I don't think so." She took another healthy drink from her glass.

"Let me be the judge of that?"

She smiled and shrugged with a roll of her eyes. "If you say so."

He grinned and picked her hand up from the table. His eyes smoldering, he licked the pad of one finger. "Sinfully delicious."

She giggled again. "Liar."

"I'd never," he shook his head. "I must have another taste."

She stuck her tongue between her teeth in amusement. "I'm not that drunk."

He refilled her wine glass, "I'll just have to wait until you are."

She winked. "Trying to get me all liquored up so you can take advantage, huh?"

"Why? Is that a problem for you?" She just laughed and set her fork down on her empty plate. He slid his chair closer to her. "Now I'm a gentleman. And a gentleman always asks before he kisses a lady."

She raised an eyebrow. "Does he?"

"He does," Anthony nodded.

She smiled guilelessly. "Okay."

"Joey," he leaned forward, "May I kiss you?"

She paused and tilted her head thoughtfully. "I guess." He grinned and leaned forward, pressing his full lips to hers. She sighed softly against his lips before pulling away and taking another sip of wine.

He blinked, opening his eyes. It was rare to get such an unenthusiastic response to one of his kisses.

"That was a very gentlemanly kiss," she acknowledged with a smile.

"Would you prefer a less gentlemanly one?" He offered.

She smiled some more, glancing down at her plate. "First, I need to clean up."

"Leave it for your roommate."

"That wouldn't be nice."

"He wont mind, I'm sure of it."

"But it's not fair."

He sighed, "All right. We'll clean first." He stood up and carried as many dishes as he could hold to the counter and started to load them into the dishwasher.

"Thank you." She smiled as she climbed to her feet unsteadily.

"Take it easy, Joey."

Joey waved him off as she cleaned off the rest of the table. "It's just gravity." He chuckled and left her to try standing on her own. She cleared off the counter and then sighed. "I'm exhausted."

"Too tired to be kissed?"

"I think I need to sit down."

"Here," he pulled out one of the chairs and helped her to sit on it. "Rest for a moment."

She smiled folding her arms on top of the table and resting her head on them. "Thanks."

"No problem." He ran his fingers over her hair.

She sighed faintly and shut her eyes for a moment. "Mmm..."

"Don't fall asleep on me now."

"Can't help it," she breathed lightly, her eyes still closed.

He muttered something under his breath, and started the dishwasher. "I guess I'll be leaving then."

"Okay," she mumbled sleepily.

He bent and kissed the top of her head. "Some other time." She smiled and mumbled something unintelligible.

At the sound of the door shutting, Pacey emerged from his room. He peered warily around the corner into the kitchen, hoping that he'd find Joey and that she hadn't let with Anthony. He smiled when he saw her face down on the table. "Did Romeo leave you all alone?"

"Tired," she said with a sigh.

"All that shameless flirting will do that to a girl," he took her arm and helped her up. "Upsie-daisy, Potter."

She giggled and slumped forward. "Legs won't work."

"Seems the wine has gotten to you too." He swept one arm behind her legs and lifted her up.

"Wine, good." She smiled.

"Bed is even better."

She nodded resting her head against his shoulder. "Very tired."

"I sense that," he said softly, not quite able to hold onto his anger when she was so vulnerable. He carefully maneuvered his way down the hall to her bedroom.

She was quiet for a moment. "I like chocolate."

He chuckled, "Okay."

"Chocolate is good."

"Yes, it is." He agreed. "Very yummy."

She frowned. "Can't move."

"That's because I haven't put you down yet." He reached her door and pushed it open with his toe. Unable to reach the light switch without dropping her, he continued on to her bed in darkness.

She shook her with another sigh. "Can't move. I quit."

He laughed, "You haven't started anything to quit, yet." He laid her out on the bed, brushing her hair away from her face.

"Job," she said, letting her eyes fall shut.

"You quit your job?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Why, Jo?" He stroked a finger along her cheek.

She pouted faintly. "Christian."

"What did Christian do?" He asked more harshly than he meant to.

"I was stupid."

"Jo, how were you stupid?"

Her lower lip quivered. "No divorce."

"You mean...he wasn't divorced?" Pacey's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of her words.

She sighed tiredly. "Long story."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," He kissed her forehead. "But why did you have to quit?"

Her eyes began to water. "I couldn't stay there anymore."

"Oh, Joey," he sighed and moved to lay beside her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. "I'm sorry."

She sniffled loudly and snuggled against him. "I was the cheap floozy."

"You were used, that's all." He sighed.

She hiccuped tearily. "I was an idiot."

He slid his fingers through her hair. "You didn't use your best judgment maybe...Why did you sleep with him to begin with?"

"He was s-s-so charming." She hiccuped again and rubbed at her eyes, sniffling some more. "W--We were going to live together. I didn't want to tell anyone since he's s-still married."

"And that's why you wanted to move out," he said numbly.

She nodded wiping her cheeks. "Uh-huh."

"You could have told me, Joey." He sighed, "I can understand not telling your co-workers, but I didn't even know you were dating him." He hugged her tightly, "I would have protected you."

"T-That's why I didn't tell you."

"It's going to be okay, Potter." He rubbed her back gently. "We'll work it out."

"Men suck," she mumbled.

"Yeah, we do." He agreed. "But sometimes that's not such a bad thing." She exhaled quietly lost in her wallowing. "Without a job can you afford the new place?"

She shrugged. "I donno."

He sighed, "Okay."

She inhaled a shaky breath. "I probably won't be able to now."

The corner of his mouth turned up, "Believe me when I say I wish none of this had happened, Joey. But I can't help being glad you're staying."

"Now I'm going to need help unpacking." She smiled faintly.

"I think I'd be much better helping you with that than I was packing."

"Looks like you're stuck with me now."

"Good." He shifted on the bed, taking her with him. "Get some sleep, sweetheart. You're going to regret all that wine in the morning."

She sighed drowsily. "Okay."

He brushed his fingers through her hair in a soothing rhythm. He listened to her breathing even out and let out an exhausted sigh.