"Step, step, step," Pacey held Joey's hand as she ascended the stairs blindfolded. "Okay, there. No more."

"Should I be worried?"

"Now, that's up to you." He grinned to himself, leading her down the hallway. "The second date is traditionally the bend or break of a courtship."

"This better be good," she said with a smile. "I'm putting a lot of trust in you."

"Now there's your first mistake," he paused and unlocked the door to his apartment. "This is probably going to completely suck."

"Nothing kinky," she said warningly.

"That's not until the fourth date, Potter." But he pinched her butt for good measure.

"And no copping a feel."

He chuckled, drawing her inside, "Am I allowed to do anything fun?"

She smirked. "Maybe later."

"Later is good," he nuzzled her neck before shutting the door.

She bit her lip. "So can I take the blindfold off yet?"

"Not yet." He led her forward slowly and then released her hand. "Okay, wait right there."

"Okay." She nodded and shifted uncomfortably, folding her arms across her chest, and resisted the urge to lift the blindfold to take a peek. She'd never admit it, but being blindfolded was kind of arousing.

He returned a few seconds later, his footsteps echoing over the wooden floor. Taking her hand, he pulled her downwards to the floor. "Sit, Joey."

She lowered herself to the floor, and sat. "Can I take off the blindfold now?"

"Maybe we should keep it on a while longer, I haven't had to see you roll your eyes at me yet." He teased her while he reached around to the back of her head and undid the tie.

She smiled faintly. "Thanks."

"Welcome," he brushed a quick kiss over her lips and sat back on the checkered blanket spread out across the floor.

"This is nice," Joey said as she glanced around. "Very creative."

"Well, I figured...you pretty much froze at the baseball game, so I'd be sure to take you somewhere warm this time." He gestured to picnic basket beside him, "And since the lasagna was such a hit, I cooked for you again."

"Mmm." She grinned.

"Don't get too excited, Jo. It's chicken garlic salad, nothing special."

She released a soft breath of relief. "Good. I thought it was lasagna again."

He chuckled, "Are you telling me you didn't like it?"

"No." She shook her head. "It was good."

"Then why the relieved look?" He pressed with a faint smile, pulling out food.

"Garlic, huh?" She raised an eyebrow. "I guess that cuts out any possible kissing."

"As if that'd stop me." He pulled out two wine glasses and a bottle of apple cider.

"Since it's just a salad...that means it doesn't have to be eaten warm, right?"

"Right," he nodded. "Usually I just serve the chicken warm, but it's still good cold."

"So...there's really no rush."

"No," a slow smile curved the corners of his mouth. "No rush."

She smiled shyly. "Good."

"Not hungry, Jo?" He asked innocently, catching her hand and pulled her toward him and laying back on the blanket with her.

She shook her head. "Not so much."

The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk, "You just don't want to have garlic breath."

"That's a distinct possibility."

"Isn't the second date a little too early to be making out?" He brushed his nose against hers, their lips just a breath away from meeting.

She bit her lip. "You'd rather not?"

He smiled, "Do you remember who you're talking to?"

She grinned. "So kiss me already."

Cupping the curve of her cheek, he did just that. “Not bad,” she grinned, pulling away after several moments.

"Not bad?" He arched an eyebrow. "I rated a not bad?" "Is there a problem with that?"

"Oh, just a smidge."

Joey grinned, and laid on her back, her eyes drifting to him. "Why?"

"Because I've never rated anything lower than great." He pushed up on his elbow, looking down at her. "Maybe I've dipped once or twice to good. But never just 'not bad'."

"There's nothing wrong with ‘not bad’."

His eyes narrowed on her, "Do I need to prove myself, or do you wanna keep this date rated G?"

Her lips curved. "Truth or dare?"

"Hmm," he didn't even blink at the change of subject. "I'm a risk taker, Dare."

"Damn." She pursed her lips together as she mulled it over. "I dare you to..."

"Take truth?" he suggested.

She shook her head. "No, no. You picked dare, I'll come up with a dare."

"Well, while you think on that..." he murmured and took her hand in his to kiss the tips before circling the tip of her pinky with his tongue and drawing it into his mouth.

Joey bit back a grin, her eyes bright. "Okay, I think I have a dare."

"Okay," he let her finger fall from his mouth. "Hit me with it."

"Okay." She giggled, and leaned over to whisper it in his ear.

"You want me to *what*?" He pulled back to look at her, his blue eyes wide.

"You were the one that picked dare." "Okay," he sat up and gestured to her with a smile. "Bra or panties?"

"I'll let you choose."

A wicked smile curved over his lips, "I'll take your panties."

She laughed. "Freak."

"This was your suggestion." He looked pointedly at her crotch, "Off with 'em."

"Fine." With a dramatic sigh, she rose to her feet and without lifting her skirt, she was able to wiggle her way out of her underwear. She stepped out of the material, and picked them up, handing them to him. "Here."

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever see you do." He gazed up at her with hot eyes. He picked up the underwear and raised an eyebrow at her, "A thong?"

She waved him off. "Go on."

He stood up and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. "I'll be right back." He disappeared down the hallway to put her underwear on.

She offered him a crooked grin. "I'll be waiting." A few moments later Pacey returned a funny look on his face as he sat back down. Joey tried not to laugh. "Let me see."

"You didn't say anything about seeing, Potter." He shook his head as he leaned back on his hands, resisting the urge to adjust himself.

She smirked. "So how am I supposed to know if you actually completed the dare?"

"Because you trust me?" He arched an eyebrow hopefully.

"Come on, just a peek." She batted her long lashes at him.

He frowned at her, "Fine, but just so you know, you're not allowed to use that look on me for at least a week." He hooked his thumb on the rim of his jeans and pulled down, revealing the white lace over his hip.

She muffled a giggle. "Sexy."

"I've gotta say, they definitely feel sexier than boxers..." He flushed faintly and pulled her closer to him. "Your turn, truth or dare?"

She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Um, truth."

"Wuss," he thought for a moment. "How many men have you been with since me?"

"Three," she answered easily.

"Were they any good?"

She shook her head with a smile. "You only get to ask one question."

He pouted, "Fine, but we're gonna get to that."

She grinned. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth. I don't wanna wear your bra next."

She gazed up at him innocently. "But it's a matching set."

"You need the support more than I do, sweetheart." He kissed the corner of her mouth. "I still choose truth."

"Okay...How many women have you been with since me?"

"Four or five," he answered, propping his elbow on the floor and resting his head in his hand. She smiled. "Okay, your turn."

"Truth or dare?"

"Hmm...I have to think about this."

"Take your time," he picked up her hand again and started to play with her fingers.

Joey grimaced. "I'll probably regret this, but...dare."

"I dare you to tell me if any of those guys were better than I was," he gave her a confident grin.

"I think I'm ready to eat."

"Nuh-uh-uh," he shook his head, "Answer the question."

"Then um, no."

A slow grin spread across his face, "I'm sorry."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Shut up."

"No, no, I am. Honestly," he leaned down and gave her another kiss. "I’m sure you taught them how to make a few improvements."

"Bite me."

"It's your turn," he reminded her. “You'll have to dare me to do it."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to dare you to bite me."

"What are you going to dare me to do?"

"Kiss me," she said after a moment of reflection. "Anywhere but my lips."

His smile was charmingly feral, "Do I have to keep it G still?"

"Probably."

"Probably?"

She smiled. "Just hurry up and get it over with."

"I was thinking of kissing you somewhere in the vicinity of under your skirt...but that's heading into NC-17 territory."

"I'm going to change my mind soon."

"NC-17 okay with you?" He asked just to verify as he inched her skirt up her legs.

She bit her lip, and shook her head. "Shut up."

"Thought not," he smirked down at her, and ran his eyes over her body. "So many options..."

"You know what? Forget it."

"Shut up you," he bent his head to her neck, gently nibbling at the crook of her shoulder before suckling the skin between his lips.

She swallowed, sliding her tongue over her lips. "Okay, dare over."

"You're no fun," he licked her skin one last time before pulling back. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Hmm," He brushed a few strands of her hair back from her face. "Marry me?"

She smirked. "Change my mind. I choose dare."

"I dare you to marry me." He grinned.

"Well, then, I forfeit."

"Ohh...so that's how someone wins the game."

"You didn't win."

"You forfeited!" He pointed out.

"So?"

"Therefore, I win." He grinned, kissing the corner of her mouth.

"Well, I demand a rematch then."

"All you have to do is answer the question," he teased.

"No, Pacey, I won't marry you. I'm saving myself for Ben Affleck."

"You're doomed to spinsterhood," he kissed her once again and sat back.

"Anyway, you call that a dare? You suck at this game."

He arched an eyebrow, "Oh yeah? Hit me with your worst, Potter."

She shrugged. "You wouldn't be able to handle it."

"I can handle it." He assured her, "Despite what I've always said, you're not that evil."

"Okay. I dare you to not hit on me for the rest of the night, no sexual innuendoes. Nothing."

He blinked, "Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Damn, you're good." He grinned at her and moved to the basket of food. "You're on."

She smiled. "Good."

"Truth or Dare, Potter?"

"Dare."

"I dare you..."

She arched an eyebrow. "Yes?"

He grinned suddenly as inspiration struck. "I dare you to talk dirty to me. Full out, foul mouthed dirty."

She balked. "What?"

"You heard me," he smiled knowingly. "Someone's gotta take up the slack since I can't hit on you."

"Well, what do you expect me to say?"

"I expect you to start doing it," he teased, laying back on the blanket, his arms folded behind his head. She bit her lip, and sat silently, not sure of what to say. "Say the first thing that comes into your mind," he suggested.

"The first thing?"

"The first dirty thing," he corrected, having the feeling she was going to call him a pervert otherwise.

She rolled her eyes. "Alright." Pacey waited patiently, knowing she'd back out any moment.

"You have no idea how hot you make me, Pacey," she breathed heavily, raking her teeth over her plump bottom lip. Her lips softly parted as she drew in a ragged breath. "I just imagine what it would be like to have yours hands on me," she slid a hand over her neck, "on my breasts, between my legs." She bit her lip. "Teasing and touching¼"

His eyes widened in shock and he swallowed thickly, her voice triggering all sorts of images in his mind. "Go...go on."

She laughed and shook her head. "No way, dare over."

"Nuh uh, I never said how long you had to talk dirty," he protested.

"Exactly. You just said that I had to and I did."

He frowned and sat up, "A technicality."

She smiled. "So?"

"I choose dare."

She frowned. "Okay, I have to think."

"Take your time," he smiled indulgently, pouring apple cider into the two wine glasses and handed one to her.

"Fine." She took the glass from his hand. "In keeping with the talking theme, I dare you to call Jack and talk dirty to him."

Pacey gritted his teeth and gave her a pointed look, "You're in for it, Potter." He stood up and got the portable phone from where it was hung on the wall and quickly dialed the number, all the while glaring at her.

Joey raised her glass, a faint smile grazing her lips. "You can always forfeit."

"Never." He turned his back to her as he spoke into the phone, "Jack there?"

A pause. "Okay, forgive me for this..." he took a deep breath. "I want to strip off all your clothes, one by one, and lick you all over. Then I'm gonna--" he pulled the phone away from his ear. "He hung up on me."

Joey began to laugh.

He tossed the phone aside and turned on her, "Something amuses you, Joey?"

She wiped at her eyes. "That was classic."

He growled and tackled her to the blankets, rolling them over several times as she continued to giggle. "You're gonna pay for that," he warned her, before attacking her sides with his fingers tickling her mercilessly.

She squirmed as she tried to move away, gasping for breath through her laughter. "Stop!"

"No way," he chuckled, one hand moving to tickle her behind the knee, the other continued to attack her side. "I seek revenge."

Her eyes began to tear and she clutched her sides, giggling. "Stop! I give up!"

He grinned and reluctantly released her, "That's what I like to hear."

She stuck her tongue out at him, resting on her back as she tried to catch her breath. "That was unfair."

"But you enjoyed it all the same," he replied with a slow smile. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you masturbate?" He blushed faintly, surprising even himself with the question.

She blinked in surprise and then shrugged. "Sometimes."

His eyes widened, and he turned on his side to better look in her eyes, "How often?"

She smirked. "I don't know. I don't keep count."

"Are we talking days, weeks, months?"

"Whenever the need arises." She bit the inside of her cheek. "Sometimes Jen and I even do it together."

He narrowed his eyes on her, "You do not."

She slapped his arm. "Of course I don't, you pervert."

He opened his mouth to speak and then bit his lip. "You know, I really don't like not being able to come on to you."

She smiled up at him. "You willing to forfeit?"

"Not on your life."

She shrugged. "Oh well."

"I believe it's your turn."

"Okay, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

She bit her lip, thinking carefully and then narrowed her eyes playfully. "What is your deepest, darkest fantasy?"

He chuckled, "I don't have deep, dark fantasies, Jo. Mine are all pretty run of the mill."

She sighed. "How dull."

"Sorry to disappoint," he smiled with amusement. "I will tell you that my most recent fantasy now involves you and Jen and a pair of vibrators."

"Pervert."

"You’re the one who planted the idea."

"What's your point?"

"It's your fault." He rested a hand on the flat of her stomach. "I'm beginning to wonder if that's one of your fantasies."

"You wish."

"Truth or dare, Jo?"

"Dare."

He smirked, "Talk dirty again. A full minute this time."

She rolled her eyes. "Bite me."

"You gonna forfeit?" He arched an eyebrow, his blue eyes shining with amusement.

She raised an eyebrow. "You wanna touch me?"

"Duh."

"Slide a hand up my skirt, smooth it over my thighs and feel how wet I am for you?" He didn't dare, but, God, how he wanted to. "Is that what you want, Pacey?" she breathed lightly. "Or maybe you want me to touch you?"

"A little of both, please," he croaked.

A silky smile crossed her lips, her words whispered. "I can touch you. I can wrap my hand around your cock, or even better, my mouth. Would you like that?"

"Hmmm," his eyes were heavy lidded as he slid his fingers through her hair.

She licked her lips. "I can taste you, but it still won't be enough. I need you inside of me, filling me. Deeper. Harder. Faster."

"Okay. Enough,” he managed to get out, his voice rough.

She smiled. "Happy now?"

"Hardly," he adjusted himself awkwardly and smiled at the pride in her face.

"Hey, it was your dare."

"I'm not complaining."

She smiled again. "My turn."

"Truth."

"Alright, what are you thinking, right now?"

"I'm thinking how desperately I want to do all those things that you said. And how amazed I am that you actually said them." He licked his lips, "And how badly I want to kiss you right now."

"So do it."

He brushed his thumb over her lower lip before replacing it with his mouth. One of his hands cupped her neck, softly stroking the skin as he deepened the kiss. She moaned, curling her arms around him as she returned the kiss enthusiastically.

"Truth," he broke apart his words with soft kisses. "Or. Dare?" He didn't give her a chance to respond before his mouth was on hers again.

She tugged him down on top of her, impatiently and slid her legs around his waist. "Dare."

He smiled against her mouth, rocking his hips against her, the material of her skirt riding up her thighs. "Lose the bra."

She made a soft sound, breathing heavily. "Take it off for me."

Moving his mouth down her neck, his slid his hands under the back of her shirt, fumbling with the clasps of her bra for a few moments. He cursed under his breath until he finally released the hooks, and bracing one hand on the floor, he slid the other around her front, cupping the material of her bra and then pushing it aside.

Joey bit her lip, pressing her heels to the floor. "So much for G, huh?"

"We can stop," he murmured against her neck. "Just..." he moaned as she lifted her hips against his, "Just say the word.”

"D-don't want to." She groaned as she rocked against him.

Pushing her shirt and bra up, he cupped one of her breasts in hand, and lowered his mouth to her chest, licking and sucking at the tender nipple. "Talk to me," he whispered, grinding his erection into the cradle of her hips, his jeans the only barriers between them.

She cried out sharply, digging her nails into his shoulders mindlessly. "D-don't stop," she gasped.

Straining for control, Pacey pulled away from her, just enough to slip one hand between them and stroke her teasingly, his fingers catching in the curling hairs at the apex of her thighs. He shifted his mouth to her other breast, repeating the sweet torture.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her head falling back as she arched her back. Soft, senseless sounds escaped her lips as she bucked her hips, begging for more. He grazed his finger along the moist cleft, brushing the tip of her clit teasingly. "Tell me what you want," me managed to mumble before circling a nipple with his tongue, suckling it into the hot cavern of his mouth.

"T-touch me, please," she pleaded breathlessly, rocking her hips. He groaned, sliding his index finger into the wet heat. Feeling her tighten around him, he added a second finger, easing her into a steady rhythm. "Oh..." She cried out loudly, sliding her tongue over her dry lips as her chest heaved.

He slid over her, kissing her neck, his breath hot against her ear as he increased the rhythm. "You're so hot, so wet..." He whispered, "Come for me, Jo." She moved against him frantically searching for release, crying out loudly as it finally seized her. Her orgasm bathed his fingers, and he continued to stroke her until all the trembles ceased.

Pressing soft kisses against the side of her neck, he smiled, "I knew I got you all hot and bothered."

She sighed quietly. "You have no idea."

He tugged her skirt down and kissed her softly before laying down beside her. "These underwear don't allow much room for....expansion."

She raised an eyebrow. "Want to take them off?"

"I kinda like 'em." He smiled wickedly. "You ain't ever getting these back, Potter. They're a souvenir now."

She giggled. "That's okay. You can have them."

"Thank you," he adjusted her shirt and bra, and laid his head down on her stomach. She smiled. "What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable," he replied, turning his head to look up at her.

She arched a curious eyebrow. "Are we done here?"

"Well...I...." he swallowed, "I didn't think..."

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he replied.

She smiled. "Okay...Tell me one of your ordinary, run of the mill fantasies."

He frowned thoughtfully, wracking his mind for which one to share with her. "Well, um...there's this one."

"Uh-huh..."

"Starts out pretty simple. I'll be doing something mundane, watching TV, cooking dinner, doing laundry... boring stuff. Then this gorgeous brunette," he smiled up at her, "saunters in all hot and sultry. Without saying a word, she comes in and just...takes me right where I stand, no words, no preamble. Just hot, wet sex."

She smiled with thinly veiled amusement. "Straight to the point."

He laughed, "You could say that."

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Truth or dare, Jo?"

"Um, truth.”

He had to think for a moment. "Did you really make a date with Red?"

“You think I was lying?”

"I just wanna know if I have competition."

"You don't."

He grinned, "Good to know."

She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. "So truth or dare?"

"I'll take a dare this time. I like to live wild."

"Alright," she thought about it for a few seconds. "Why don't you talk dirty to me for once?"

"No problem," he smiled, lowering his voice to a husky rumble. "You know how gorgeous you are? Especially when your orgasm is about to crash through you? Your lips are parted and red, your breath coming hard and fast as you arch your body closer to mine...I love to watch your face, your beautiful brown eyes, as I slide inside your wet body. Feeling you stretch and stretch to accommodate me. I go slowly, and just when I think you can't take any more...I go deeper." He licked his lips, "And then when I start to move...there's ecstasy. Right there on your face."

She bit down hard on her lip, pressing her thighs together uncomfortably. "Oh."

"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to call Jen and try and talk her into a threesome."

She laughed. "Pervert."

"You made me call Jackers." He reminded her.

She shrugged. "Well, that was funny."

"Believe me...this will be funny."

She rolled her eyes, and climbed to her feet, heading to the phone. "Whatever." He lay back on the carpet with a cocky grin to listen. Joey picked up the phone with a tired sigh, and dialed the familiar number. She raised the phone to her ear and waited for someone to answer.

"Hello, Jen?" She bit her lip, and twisted the phone cord around her finger. "Okay, I want to ask you something, but you have to keep an open mind." She waited for Jen's response.

"Okay, how about a threesome with me and Pacey?" She fell silent again as she listened to Jen's reply and then smiled. "Really?"

Pacey lifted up on one elbow and arched an eyebrow in Joey's direction. "Yes, yes. Uh-huh."

She giggled and then whispered softly, "I think that's a great idea. I'll talk to you later." She hung up the phone.

"She knew it was a dare, didn't she?"

“Duh. And by the way, Jack is officially terrified of you now.” She smiled as she walked back to sit down beside him.

"Ya know, when I planned an indoor picnic, this wasn't what I had in mind." He pulled her to rest against him. "I swear I didn't."

"And what did you have in mind?"

"Romantic candle lit dinner," he replied. "Maybe steal a few kisses."

She smiled. "Has it been that bad?"

"Nooooo..." He shook his head, giving her a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"Just far less innocent than I'd planned."

"Is that a problem?"

"No." He smiled, shaking his head. "I just didn't think that was what you want."

"Well, obviously you were wrong."

He shrugged a shoulder, "I tend to be." She just smiled. "Who's turn is it?"

He wondered, splaying his hand over her stomach.

"Hmm... I think it might be mine."

"Hmmm...I'll take the dare."

She sighed. "Damn. Now I have to think."

"Awww, poor Joey. Too much action tonight to think straight?" He teased.

"I don't think you're going to see anymore action tonight."

"That's fine with me," he smiled brightly at her.

"Fine."

"You wanna get to that chicken salad?"

She shrugged. "Okay."

He rolled away from her to reach for the picnic basket. "Should I try for the candles too?" He pulled out the food and laid it out onto two plates.

She shrugged. "Doesn't matter." He pulled them out from the basket and lit them with a lighter from his pocket. "Figured I should try to inject a little romance into the evening."

She smiled faintly. "Cute."

He winked at her over the candle light, "I try."

"I've noticed."

“I hope that means I've earned some brownie points." He pulled out the silverware and napkins and put a set beside her plate.

She winked. "One or two."

He sprinkled the garlic chicken over her salad and smiled, "I'll have to try harder then. I brought like, seven kinds of dressing."

"Only seven?" she teased with a smile.

"Well, I know how you don't like Italian."

She smiled. "Well, that's pretty important."

"For future reference, to make this easier on me, what's your favorite kind of dressing?"

"French."

He handed her the french dressing with a flourish. "I'm going to go put the rest of these away then," standing up, he gathered the other six bottles and carried them into the kitchen.

She snickered. "You do that."

"Truth or Dare, Joey?" He asked from the kitchen, putting the dressing into the door of the refrigerator.

Joey shrugged, resting her plate on her lap. "Dare?"

"Go on another date with me?"

"I don't know...It sounds kind of risky."

He returned to the living room and sat back down beside her, "Which is why they call it a dare."

"Good point." He speared some of the salad onto his fork took a bite, watching her the entire time, waiting for an answer. He wasn't quite able to disguise the nervousness dancing in his eyes.

She smiled. "I think I can risk it."

Smiling, Pacey nodded, "Good."

"The food's great."

He gave her a cocky grin, "Of course it is. I made it." She rolled her eyes.

"Tried the chicken yet?"

She nodded. "So what's for desert?"

"You are," he winked at her, and went back to his food.