"Joey," he repeated a little more firmly. He pushed her back gently and watched while she combed back her hair with her fingers, quizzical eyes on him. Pacey shifted again. She was straddling him, her knees on the grass beneath them, her breasts hanging loosely inches from his chest. He tried to ignore the tightening in his groin. "I can't take much more of this."

"What?" Her eyes were wide and innocent as she sat up, putting a pressure against him that made him groan out loud.

"That." He replied. He held her hips and nudged her onto his thighs so that he could sit up. They were in a shady area several meters from the Potters' back porch, a stone's throw from the water. "Give a poor guy a break, huh?"

Joey smiled sympathetically and reached under her shirt to re-hook her bra. "Sorry."

Pacey had been staying at the B&B for two nights. He went to his parents' and Doug's, but decided that he didn't feel like sleeping in either place. Luckily, there was a vacancy at the Potters', so he'd taken a room and visited the family a few times.

He wasn't feeling so lucky now. He and Joey had decided not to do anything while they were with her sister, and so far they hadn't, but the kissing and groping was putting him in a constant state of painful arousal… and frustration. He was beginning to feel like a horny teenager, reduced to stealing time to make out with his girlfriend.

"How long 'til we can go back home again?" He asked for the nth time.

"Tomorrow, Pacey. We're leaving tomorrow." She replied patiently, getting off his thighs to sit beside him on the grass. "Guess who I saw the other day."

"Barbara Johns?" He joked, surreptitiously trying to adjust the crotch of his pants.

She laughed. "No."

"Who, Jo?"

She looked at him. "Dawson."

"Oh." He fought down the slow ebb of jealousy that crept into him. Dawson, Dawson, Dawson. He was getting sick of that name, and he hadn't even really heard it mentioned in years. It was probably because he associated Dawson with his having to suppress his feelings for Joey. His having to keep thinking that she would never give him the time of day.

"He's spending the summer here with his parents." Joey turned her gaze back to the creek. "Looked pretty good, actually. We talked about California. He asked how you guys were."

He took sanctuary in humor. "Damn, I swear, Jo, if I have to fight off another one of your ex-boyfriends…" He shook his head.

She hit him playfully. "Shut up. I seem to recall you getting along quite well with Finn."

He pulled her down so that they were lying beside each other. "I couldn't very well reveal how much I wanted to steal away his girlfriend, now could I?"

She rolled on her side to face him, resting her chin on his chest. Her finger drew an invisible pattern on his shirt.

Pacey held the back of her neck and guided her closer for a kiss. He licked her lips, still marveling at how incredibly sweet she tasted to him, how he couldn't spend more than a few minutes in her presence without wanting to conquer her mouth. "I can't wait 'til we get home," he whispered, playing with her hair.

"You know, Pace," she began hesitantly. "That night…"

"Joey?" They heard Bessie call from the porch. "Dinner."

"Be right there!" Joey answered, getting up quickly. She stood and looked down at him. "Let's go, you lazy bum." She offered him her hand.

He took it and pulled her down again, making her fall on top of him. "Kiss me first," he said mischievously.

Joey gave him a chaste, little girl peck on the lips and pushed herself back up. "There, happy?" She laughed. "Now let's go, I'm starving."

"And here I thought we could survive on love alone," he replied cheesily, getting up.

She rolled her eyes. "Not when we can have Bodie's seafood pasta."

***

He was going to embarrass himself.

Pacey swallowed some pasta, which he was sure would have been delicious if he could taste it, and squirmed inconspicuously in his seat, willing his erection to calm down.

Joey was sitting beside him, nonchalantly chewing her food in a way that was driving him insane. She took slow, deliberate bites, the tip of her tongue darting out occasionally to lick sauce off her lips. Inane conversation went on around the table while everyone remained oblivious to what was going on with the two of them.

Pacey stared hard at his food, concentrating on the most boring subjects he could possibly think of, and wishing to God that he could make himself disappear into the bathroom.

"… Pacey?" Bodie's voice jolted him back from his thoughts.

His looked up. He cleared his voice a couple of times before speaking. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay? How do you find the pasta?" Bessie asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," He smiled. "Fine. The pasta's amazing."

I am definitely going to need a shower.