"Hey, Jo." Pacey called from the kitchen, unpacking the dishes she and Jen had just packed two days earlier. "You hungry?"

"A little," Joey answered from her room where she was fixing her closet.

"How does a chicken garlic pizza sound? And Little Caesar's Crazy Bread?"

"Wonderful."

He abandoned the kitchen to go in search of her. "It looks like a hurricane went through here."

"Hopefully it'll be cleared up soon."

"Well, take your time." He sat on the edge of her bed. "Just so long as you’re un-packing."

"Which is just as much fun as packing," she said with a sigh.

"Well, you could always leave it for tomorrow."

"I just want to get this over with as soon as possible."

"Okay," he stretched across her bed and picked up the phone. He quickly ordered the pizza and hung up. "You need a break, Jo. So you are going to go pick up the pizza." He reached into his wallet and pulled out thirty dollars. "Stop by the grocery store, and pick up something for dessert too. Okay?"

She cast him a look over her shoulder. "How did I end up volunteered for the job?"

He grinned at her, "You can't resist my charming good looks."

She took the money from his hand. "Well, since you're paying."

"I knew I could count on your frugal tastes."

"Haha." She slipped on her coat and headed out of her room. Pacey waited until he heard the front door click shut before he went to work.

Joey balanced the pizza box in her hand and tried not to drop the plastic shopping bag with the dessert as she opened the door. "Um, hello. Some help here, please."

Pacey appeared around the corner and rushed to her aid, "Sorry, about that, Jo." He took the pizza box and Crazy bread.

"Thanks," she muttered brushing her hair away from her face.

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and led her into the kitchen. Her eyes widened in surprise when she stepped into the kitchen. "Woah." She eyed Pacey wearily. "What's going on?"

He shrugged a shoulder and slid the pizza onto the counter beside the table where he'd set up a pair of candles, two place settings and a pair of wine glasses. "I thought it'd be a nice change of pace." He dished up the pizza and put the Crazy Bread in a bowl in the center. "I know, it's not quite as good as Anthony's...but Little Caesar’s is a close second."

"Okay..." She smiled faintly as she slipped off her coat and sat down in her seat.

"Wine?"

She laughed lightly. "Not sure if that's such a great idea."

He smiled, "Soda then?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"What kind?" He opened the refrigerator, "We've got 7-Up and Coke."

"Coke."

"Coke it is." He snapped open the can and poured it into her glass.

"Thanks."

He sat down across from her and poured himself a glass of the wine. "So what did you buy for dessert?"

"Ice cream." A hint of a smile crossed her lips.

"Hmm," He stood up, "I really should get that in the freezer then."

"That would be a really good idea."

He winked at her and went back to get the package. He returned a moment later and put it in the freezer. Joey took a bite of her pizza and chewed thoughtfully before taking a sip of soda. "I'm debating the intelligence of garlic pizza."

"Debating the intelligence?" He arched an eyebrow. "I know it wont win any spelling bee's or nothing, but it's not that bad."

"I'm sure."

He smirked, "Okay, fine. Bad joke."

"Now I'm debating your intelligence." She took another bite of her pizza.

He laughed, "How could that ever be under debate? It's a well known fact a chimp is smarter."

"I was holding out hope."

He tilted his head to the side, "You should know better."

She nodded. "You're right. I should."

"And see...this is how I get you to underestimate me. So when I do stumble upon something intelligent, I end up looking extremely good."

"Your pizza's going to get cold."

He glanced down at his plate, "So it is." He picked it up and took a large bite.

She smiled and raised her glass to her lips taking another small sip. It was good to see her smiling again, he decided. "There, see, not so hard is it?"

"What?"

"Smiling again." She rolled her eyes and took another bite of pizza. They ate in silence for a few moments. "So, Joey..."

She raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Did you love him?"

She shrugged and glanced down at her plate uncomfortably. "I'd rather not discuss it."

"Understandable."

"Okay then."

"Right." She drank some more soda. He took a sip of his wine.

She set her glass down. "So, uh, have you spoken to Dawson lately?"

"Yeah, actually." His visage split into a wide grin. "I can't believe they're having a baby."

"I can't believe Dawson's going to be a father."

Pacey wrinkled his nose. "I know. It's too strange."

"Definitely."

"Here," he pushed his chair back. "Let me show you what I got for the baby."

She looked at him curiously. "You've already gotten them something?"

"Yeah," He left and quickly returned with a plastic bag in hand. He shrugged a shoulder, "I saw it and thought it was cute." He handed it to her.

She smiled and took the bag from him. "What is it?"

"This would be where you open it."

"All right," she said sticking her hand in the bag to pull out the gift.

She withdrew a tiny white newborn onesie with red trim and the words "Movie Star" across the little chest. A pair matching booties came with it. "I figure any child of Dawson's..."

She grinned. "It's adorable."

"Yeah," he went back to his seat. "Think they'll like it?"

She sighed wistfully. "They'll love it," she assured him, placing it back in the bag.

"I'm happy for them." Pacey nodded definitively.

"Yeah...Me too."

"But..." He shifted in his seat. "Never mind."

"What?"

"Nothing. How's your pizza?"

"It's good."

"I'm not sure, but I think I like the meat lovers better."

"Oh." He took another long drink of his wine, draining the glass.

She took another bite of pizza. "You should have ordered a meat lover's pizza then."

"You like this kind."

"It would've been okay."

"This I already know, Potter. But see, I wanted to do something nice for you," he hit her with his steady gaze over the candle light. "Which includes getting your favorite pizza."

She smiled weakly. "Well, thank you then."

"You're welcome."

She finished off the rest of her soda. "Okay."

"More?" He gestured to her glass.

She shook her head and pushed her plate away. "I'm full."

"No room for dessert?"

"I think there's always room for ice cream."

He grinned, "That's the spirit."

"I'll go get it." She climbed to her feet and headed for the freezer. He nodded his okay and finished off his last piece of pizza.

She set the ice cream down on the counter and grabbed two bowls from the dish rack before grabbing two spoons. "I got chocolate and vanilla."

"A little of both please." He asked, rising from his seat to clear the table.

"Okay." She began to scoop the ice cream into the bowls.

He rinsed the plates of grease and put then in the dishwasher before taking the left over pizza and putting it into the refrigerator to have for lunch tomorrow.

"Here you go." She handed him a bowl as she licked her finger clean of melted ice cream.

"Why thank you." He smiled, taking the proffered dish from her.

"You're welcome."

He took a spoonful and slid it into his mouth, a look of pure delight crossing his features. "I love ice cream."

"Who doesn't?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "Who cares. This stuff is good."

She smiled. "That it is."

He licked his lips, catching a stray drop of chocolate on the tip of his tongue. She turned away quickly. "I think I'll go watch some television."

"Do you want company?"

"It wouldn't bother me."

"Glad you're so enthused by the idea," he smirked and followed her into the living room.

"I'm doing my best to contain my elation," she said dryly before sitting down on the couch.

"You're a hard woman to please, ya know that?"

"So I've been told," she replied settling back against the cushions. "Where's the remote?"

"That's not how I meant it." He sat down on the couch, and handed her the remote that was on the table.

She eyed him through the corner of her eye while she flipped on the TV. "And how did you mean it?"

"I meant that you're a hard woman for me to please."

"That's because I know you too well."

"That's what you like to think."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure."

He smirked, "Suit yourself."

"Whatever." She flipped through the channels as she looked for something to watch.

He watched her idly while he ate his ice cream.

She scooped up a spoonful of vanilla ice cream and eyed it contemplatively. "This would taste better with chocolate sauce."

"Hmm...good idea." He eyed his own ice cream. "Do we have any?"

"I think so. Why don't you check?"

"Right away, Mistress." Setting his bowl aside he headed back to the kitchen.

"Thank you," she called after him.

"Yeah, yeah." He replied as he dug around in the shelves for the syrup.

"Hurry up before the ice cream melts!"

"Impatient much?" he returned handing her the bottle after drizzling his own ice cream with the sweet stuff.

"I was just stating the obvious," she remarked as she poured some chocolate onto her ice cream.

"So what are we watching?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"I should have had you rent a movie while you were out." Pacey said thoughtfully.

"What am I your slave?"

"Don't I wish?" he winked at her.

"Never going to happen."

"Nope, probably not. We're the other way around."

"We are?"

"Yes, we are. Me slave, you slave driver. Or haven't you noticed?"

She shook her head. "I am not a slave driver."

"No, not exactly." He agreed.

"I am not. At all."

"Uh huh..."

"I'm not!"

He just nodded his head, and ate another bite of ice cream. She was quiet for a moment and scooped up a spoonful for ice cream. She eyed it for a moment and flung it at him before gazing back at the television interestedly. "Am not."

He stared unseeing at the screen, his mouth open in shock. "I can't believe you did that."

"Did what?" she asked innocently.

He stared at her for a second, and then flicked a spoonful of chocolate ice cream at her. "Did that."

She gasped and wiped at her cheek. "That was really uncalled for." She grabbed another spoonful of ice cream and flung it at him.

" That was uncalled for?" he loaded his own spoon for a retaliating shot. "You're the one who threw the first shot."

"It was an accident?"

"I don't think so..." just as he was taking aim she tackled him.

"Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?" He asked her, his eyes wide in innocence even as the ice cream slowly dripped down his hand.

"This." She grabbed a handful of ice cream and passed her hand over his face.

He shivered beneath her, "God that stuff's cold." He shook his head. "That wasn’t what I was thinking of doing, though Joey." He grabbed his bowl and over turned it on her head. "That, was what I was thinking of doing."

"You know, Pacey." She took a deep shuddering breath as ice cream dripped down her face. "You should really cool off." She grabbed another handful of ice cream, pulled on the belt loop of his jeans and dumped the ice cream down his pants.

"Holy shit!" he scrambled out from under her. "Now that was really uncalled for." He unbuttoned the jeans and nearly threw them from his body.

She laughed pleased with herself and began to lick her fingers clean. He brushed as much of the ice cream away as he could, walking away from the living room. A few minutes later, Joey was able to hear the shower running.

Joey knocked on the door of the bathroom before peeking her head in. "You're not mad, are you?"

"Um, Jo. You threw ice cream down my pants. What do you think?"

"You have no sense of humor?"

"Ice cream in the face, funny. Ice cream down the pants...not so funny." Steam began to fill the bathroom.

She shrugged uneasily. "Sorry."

"Ask me again in the morning. I'll probably find the whole thing hilarious."

"I probably still will too." She smirked and grabbed a towel off the rack by the sink, using to wipe her face.

He rolled his eyes, knowing she couldn't see him. He grabbed a sponge and the bar of dial soap and began to lather up, scrubbing away the sticky ice cream.

"Don't take too long. I need to take a shower too and don't use all the hot water."

"I don't think you get to make such demands on a man you just incapacitated for an undetermined amount of time."

"You're exaggerating." She examined her hair in the mirror. "I need to take a shower before my hair gets all gross."

"So go use Anthony's shower."

"If you take any longer I'll probably be forced to."

"Let me just wash my hair," he grumbled. "You really should look into getting more patience."

She smiled triumphantly. "I have more hair than you do."

"Very good Joey, you get a gold star. Now what else do you have that I don't have?" He asked patronizingly as he worked shampoo into his hair.

"Breasts that have dripping ice cream on them."

"And, oh how I pity them," He said wryly.

"Hurry up. I'm getting sticky."

"Yeah, yeah," he stepped under the stream of hot water and began rinsing the soap from his hair.

She swiped a finger over her chest and brought it to her mouth. "Mmm...I taste good."

"I know." He grinned to himself.

She rolled her eyes and leaned back against the bathroom counter. "If you hadn't rushed into the shower I could have licked you clean."

"Oh, really?"

"Yep, but it's too late now."

"True...but you're still all covered in ice cream," he stuck his head around the curtain, water dripping from his hair.

"Your point?"

He shrugged, and retreated back into the shower. "Guess I didn't have one."

She shook her head. "Hurry up!"

"Hmm, you know. It's been a while since I had a nice long bubble bath..." He said whimsically.

"I'll incapacitate you even more."

"I'll share..."

"What?"

"The bath tub, Potter."

She raised an eyebrow. "A bubble bath?"

"Uh huh," He turned the shower off and let the water run to fill the tub.

She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Hmm...Tempting."

He added the strawberry scented bubble bath to the water, and immediately frothy bubbles started to form. "Do we have any of those bath salt things?"

She shrugged. "If you don't see any there I don't think we do."

"Hmmm," he scanned the shelf in the shower, "Nope." He sat down in the tub, the water barely up over his hip as he sat. "Smells good."

She sighed. "I guess I'm left with no other choice."

He pushed back the curtain of the tub, the bubbles rising up around him. "Still room for one more, Potter."

"Fine." She rolled her eyes and pulled off her top.

He gave a low whistle, "Sexy."

"Bite me." She quickly slipped out the rest of her clothes. She glanced at the bathtub. "Is it hot?"

"Warm enough, but not scalding." He leaned forward and turned the water off. "What are you waiting for?"

"I'm coming," she said with a tinge of annoyance. She tentatively slid one foot into the water before sliding the rest of the way in.

He watched with appreciation as the bubbles concealed her nude body. "Hi."

She smiled in amusement. "Hey."

"Now that I've got you in here, I'm not quite sure what to do with you." He smiled in self-deprecation.

"And here I thought you were quick on your feet." She reached for her sponge and began to lather her arms.

"As you can see, I'm not exactly on me feet now am I?" He settled his legs around her, trying to get them both comfortable in the small space."

"You're going to have to do my back." She sighed. "A shower would have been so much easier. I need to wash my hair."

"I'll wash your hair," he took the sponge from her, "Okay, turn around." She maneuvered herself so her back was to him and he proceeded to wash her back.

"Thank you."

"It's the least I can do seeing as how I'm the one who put ice cream in it." He put the sponge aside and pushed her away, "You're going to have to dunk your head."

She sighed again and held her breath before quickly dunking her head under water. She resurfaced and he grabbed her bottle of shampoo. Squirting it out in his hand, he massaged it into her hair as she settled between his legs.

"Make sure you get all the ice cream."

"Yeah, I know." He worked her hair into rich lather, massaging her scalp as he did.

She smiled. "Still mad?"

"Only a little." He replied, "I don't think you quite understand the sensitivity of my penis."

She tried to hold back a laugh. "Oh."

"It'd be like shoving a popsicle up your—well, you know. Never mind. This isn't a conversation we should be having."

She couldn't help but laugh. "Why not?"

"Because, it's crude. And vulgar. And I don't want to think about popsicles and the places they aren't meant to be."

"It'd be an interesting place for a popsicle."

"You would freeze."

"I doubt it."

"And you have to wonder about the sanitation." He paused, "You're considering it, aren't you?"

She shook her head with a small smile. "I think I'll stay away from frozen treats for a while."

"Okay," he removed his hands from her hair, "I think it's time to rinse."

"Okay." She held her breath and quickly ducked under again.

He ran his fingers through her hair under water, helping work out the suds.

She inhaled sharply once she was back up. "Is it all out?"

"Mostly. You'll have to rinse once more when we're done to get the bubble bath out and condition."

"Hmm...Okay."

"In the mean time..." he pulled her back against his chest.

She let out a soft sigh and sank further into the water. "You just wanted to get me naked."

"I just wanted a bath," He pressed a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. "The wet and naked part is just a bonus."

"Uh-huh." She glanced toward the bathroom door. "So who's going to clean that mess up out there?"

"You."

"That's so unfair."

"So unfair? Who threw the first spoonful of ice cream?"

"It slipped," she said innocently.

"Uh huh."

"It did."

"Right..."

"Are you going to help me, at least?"

"I might..."

"Please?"

"Slave driver."

She turned her head and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You love it." He grunted in return, not really answering either way. She smiled and settled back against him. "We can try that popsicle thing another time."

He chuckled, "As long as it's a cherry one. Any other flavor would be ludicrous."

She laughed. "Yeah, I guess so."

He slid is arms around her waist, her skin slick from the soapy water. "This is nice. Why don't guys take bubble baths more often?"

"It seems kind of girly."

"That's because it is girly." He let his thumb rub little concentric circles on her belly. "But more guys should get in touch with their feminine side."

She smiled softly. "I'm sure a lot of women would agree with you."

He let his head fall back as he relaxed in the warm water. "Next time, we need a bigger bathtub."

"And where are we going to get one?"

"You leave that to me..." He answered quietly.

"I think this one's kind of cozy."

"Hmm, yeah. Cozy is good."

"I like it."

"You like any opportunity to get me naked, Jo." He whispered wryly into her ear.

She shivered faintly a small smirk on her lips. "Am I that transparent?"

"Usually."

"Damn."

He placed a kiss on her neck, "For the most part, I try not to call you on it."

"How benevolent of you."

"You shouldn't use big words, Potter. It's not nice."

"I'm sorry."

"For a second there, you almost sounded like you meant it. Here's a word of advice, don't go into the theater business."

She smiled. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"Hmm...so what will you do now, Jo?"

"About?"

"The whole not having a job at the moment." He reminded her gently.

She sighed. "I'll just have to get another job."

"Any idea where you might go? You could do anything, you know. You don't have to go back to editing."

"I guess I'll have to think about it."

"What about art? This is the perfect opportunity to pursue that."

"It's good for a hobby..."

"But it would make a wonderful career." He shrugged, "What about something related to art? Like a museum or a gallery?"

She shrugged. "Maybe."

"Or a magazine? You have tons of credentials to be an art editor for a magazine or something."

"Which just goes to show that I have a lot of thinking to do before I decide on a new career choice." She brushed a strand of wet hair away from her face. "I should get out before I turn into a prune."

"Yeah, the water is getting a little cold." He agreed.

"Uh-huh." She began to feel around under water. "Where'd you put my sponge?"

He stiffened as her fingers brushed against him. "I can tell you it ain't right there."

She smirked. "You sure?"

"Oh yeah....pretty sure." His eyes fell shut.

"Mmm..." She felt around some more. "I think you're right."

He leaned his head back with a sigh "But feel free to continue your search..."

"Maybe I'll just wait until the tub is drained. It'd be the smart thing to do."

"It'd also make things a tad more uncomfortable," he swallowed thickly.

She smiled. "How?"

"Ever had sex in an empty bathtub before?" He questioned as he slid his hands over her stomach.

She bit her lip and shook her head. "Can't say that I have."

He cupped one breast under the water, "It's incredibly uncomfortable. All those hard surfaces..."

"Oh." She arched an eyebrow. "Speaking from experience?"

"No...but I've done it in a phone booth, and they're about the same dimensions." He brushed a thumb over her nipple.

"Really?"

"No, but it's an interesting idea," he grinned, his fingers tracing designs over her slick chest.

She felt herself sink further in the water and she squeezed her thighs together tightly with a small smile. "Tease."

"And proud of it." With his free hand, he skimmed over her stomach and parted her thighs with his hand, teasing the wet curls with his fingers.

She moaned softly, leaning back against him. "You would be."

He nuzzled her ear, "You ever thought about shaving?" He slid the tip of one finger inside of her, testing her readiness. She shook her head, biting on her lower lip determinedly. "I heard it magnifies sensitivity," he whispered huskily in her ear, paying attention to both her breasts and sliding his finger deeper inside her.

"Oh?" Her eyes widened and she whimpered quietly slipping further into the warm water.

"According to Cosmo..." he settled into a slow deep rhythm, "The smoother the skin, the better the lubrication, the more mind-blowing the orgasm..." She gasped loudly, her head lolling back as her legs fell open in even more of an invitation.

He settled his lips over her neck, and began to suck and bite gently on the skin, taking his time giving her a hickey. Her hips began to rock against his hand, and he added a second finger as tiny waves started to lap around them.

She groaned, her eyes falling shut. Her breathing grew ragged as she sucked on her lower lip to keep from crying out. His breathing was ragged when he whispered in her ear, "Are you on something?"

Her eyes opened in surprise. "W-What?"

"The pill, Jo. Are you on the pill?"

She nodded. "Yes."

He didn't bother to reply, but put his hands on her hips and lifted her up so she was straddling his legs. Then, urging her back against his chest, he positioned her just above his erection.

A soft cry passed her lips as she sunk onto him, letting him fill her completely. He swallowed thickly and moaned low in his throat as she rose above him, water rushing between their bodies. For all his bravado, he'd never actually had sex in a bathtub and was completely unprepared for the sensation of water swirling around them.

"Pacey," she hissed quietly as she began to move above him. "You feel so good."

He arched his hips as she came down on him, his passion driving him deeper inside her. "God, so do you," he moaned as her slick muscles squeezed him. Their rhythm grew more frantic, sending waves splashing over the sides of the tub.

She groaned, tossing her head back, her hands moving up to cup her breasts as she ground against him. He reached around her, his hand moving between them to rub against her swollen clitoris. "Almost there, Jo," he gasped. She tensed and then shattered, a cry ripping from her throat as her orgasm rushed through her while she continued to thrust against him.

Pacey grit his teeth against the overwhelming urge to lose control, "You don't have to--" he couldn't hold back a moan as did something wicked with her inner muscles.

"Mmm...What?" She murmured still shivering slightly as she moved above him.

"We're finished," he managed to get out, lifting her hips away from him.

"What?"

"We're done." He would have stood up if she wasn't above him. "We need to clean up the water before it ruins the tiles." He gestured over the side of the tub.

She blinked a few times in surprise. "What?" she repeated.

"The tiles...they'll start to peel if we just leave the water sitting there too long." He shifted away from her slightly.

"I think they'll survive."

"Can't be to sure when it comes to linoleum. They'll start to peel and then floor underneath with start to rot. Besides, we're starting to prune."

"I doubt the water's been there long enough for that to happen," she said dryly.

"And there's that whole wrinkle factor. And the water's cold." Desperation wrinkled his brows.

"Uh-huh..." He gave her his most innocent smile.

She said nothing and climbed out of the tub. She reached for a towel and wrapped it around herself. "You better hurry up and dry those tiles. Let me know when you're done." She left the bathroom and headed for her room.

He let out a heavy sigh and yanked on the plug. He was supposed to be relieved that she left, not disappointed. He stood up and turned on shower, shivering as ice cold water cascaded over him.