Pacey stirred the red sauce he was making, and added the diced red peppers. Wiping his hands on his apron, he stirred them in and turned the heat down to a simmer. The enticing smell filled his tiny kitchen. He turned the oven on to preheat and started another pot of water to boil the lasagna noodles. Somehow, Grams had talked him into making it for their Sunday dinner. Some nonsense about his tasting so much better than hers.

His front door opened as he was adding the pasta to water, and he glanced over his shoulder to see who was there. At some point, he should start locking his front door, but old habits die hard.

Joey appeared through the door and she clicked it shut, �Hey Potter.� He smiled brightly at her and did a double take, running his eyes over her lithe body.

A half smiled curved her lips as she slid the leather jacket she borrowed from Jen over her shoulders, revealing a sheer white blouse, pulled taught across her breasts, her black bra visible beneath. The short mini-skirt looked as though it had been shrink wrapped around her.

�You look...� he murmured, his words trailing off as she stepped into the kitchen, wearing a pair of strappy high heels that showed off her long, long, long legs.

A half smile curved her lips as she approached him, and she placed one red-tipped finger over his mouth, "Shhh."

"What are you up to?" he wondered, arching an eyebrow at her. She reached around him and untied his apron, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened as her fingers began slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. "You're kidding me," he groaned in disbelief.

She grinned up at him, biting her lip as she shook her head. Leaning forward she caught his lower lip between hers and kissed him at length as she finished with the buttons and slid his shirt over his shoulders.

"You don't have--" he was cut off when she bit down on his lower lip.

"I want to." She slid her hands under the hem of his wifebeater, smoothing them over his warm skin. "Now shut up, you're ruining the fantasy."

Obediently, he bit back his questions and slid his hands caressingly over her body, needing to feel her. She leaned into him, her hand at the nape of his neck as she pulled his lips insistently to hers.

His tongue met hers enthusiastically, stroking, and teasing until she was weak at the knees and wanting more. She sighed, and broke the kiss, trailing light, teasing kisses over his neck. His eyes fluttered closed as she smoothed her hands over his chest, her nails raking over his nipples. At the sound of his groan, she moved away from him just enough to pull his wife beater over his head, letting it fall haphazardly to the floor.

Pressing her body fully against his, she kissed him with renewed passion, her arms winding around his neck. So far as fantasies went, Pacey was in heaven. It was better than he'd ever imagined it would be, and she was still fully dressed, though he hoped not for long.

Smiling, she hooked her fingers on the rim of his jeans, pulling him with her as she moved backwards towards his kitchen table. One hand still holding him, she swiped the table clear of the newspaper, recipe book, and dirty breakfast bowl. Pacey's eyes widened as they clattered to the floor and she didn't give them a second glance. Turning back to him, a feral smile crossed her lips as she pushed him up against the table.

Her mouth found his fleetingly before beginning a feverish decent down his chest, her pink tongue swirling over his nipple as she undid the fly of his pants, impatiently slipping her hand inside to caress him.

His eyes squeezed shut as he moved back on the table. "You don't know what you're doing to me," he said breathlessly.

"Shhh," with a hand on his chest, she pushed him back and he lay with his elbows braced behind him so he could watch her movements, his eyes heavy lidded with desire.

She knelt at the floor, and quickly removed his socks and shoes, brushing a faint kiss over his ankle. Rising, she hooked her fingers through the loops of his pants and pulled them off, followed quickly by his boxers.

He swallowed thickly, his cock fully erect as he waited to see what she'd do next. She smoothed her hands over her breasts, watching his eyes as they devoured her every movement. She'd never been more turned on in her life, and he'd barely touched her.

Biting her lip, she took him in her hand, stroking him slowly, watching as the pleasure built in his blue eyes. She shifted, rubbing her thighs together, her patience to have him coming to an end.

She winked up at him and bent her head, flicking her tongue across the top of his cock, catching the drop of liquid with a smile. Climbing onto the table, she straddled his legs, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Half way there, she stopped and reached inside the silk of her bra to pull out a condom. Using her teeth, she ripped it open, her brown eyes fastened hotly on his.

Stroking him once, she bit back a moan and slid the sheath over his cock. Just as impatient as she was, he grabbed her hips and pulled her over him. She wasted no time in sinking her body down on his, gasping as she stretched around his girth.

She leaned forward to kiss him, moaning as the movement brought him deeper. Her silk clad breast brushed over his chest, sending bolts of heat through her body and straight to her core. Rocking her hips against him, she felt the world narrow in around them until all she felt was them.

Biting back a groan, Pacey forced his eyes open, wanting to see her. His blue eyes found and held her gaze as he lifted his feet to the edge of the table and thrust his hips powerfully and without warning. She cried out, another flood of heat bathing him. He was unrelenting though, and her mini-orgasm was nothing compared to what she felt building inside of her.

Digging her nails into his shoulders, she whimpered, each of his thrusts, every time she rolled her hips into his, the very heat darkening his eyes, brought her unbearably closer, but her orgasm remained just out of reach.

Sweat beaded across his brow as he felt her go tight around him. He paused for just a moment before letting his short, quick thrusts drive her screaming over the edge, taking him with her. Falling had never felt so good.

She collapsed against him tiredly, gasping for breath and still shivering lightly. It was a long time before Pacey could remember how to breathe properly. He stroked a hand through her hair where it was spread across his damp chest, "That was..." he chuckled breathlessly, "I'm speechless."

She smiled faintly. "I take it that's a good sign."

"Oh, hell yes," he sighed contentedly. "Wow."

She giggled. "Thanks."

"What on earth brought that on?" He softly stroked her back as they lay there. He smiled, "Never mind, I don't even care."

"So you liked it?"

"Um, it was okay. Not the best I've ever had..." he rolled his eyes. "Joey, if you can't tell how much I liked that, then you're blind, deaf, and dumb. I think I love you."

She sighed with a small smile. "Yeah, now."

"Now, yesterday, tomorrow..."

"Sure."

"You don't believe me?"

"I didn't say that."

He sat up, taking her with him. Smiling, he brushed her hair from her face and tilted her chin up. "I love you, Potter. If you don't believe me, just look in my eyes."

She smiled. "I believe you."

"Good," he kissed her slowly, enjoying her response to him, the very feel of her in his arms.

"Of course, you owe me now."

He nodded, "Oh, I think I owe you a few hundred times over. Just tell me your deepest, darkest fantasy, sweetheart."

She laughed. "I'll have to think about that."

He kissed her temple, "We're gonna be late for dinner."

"Yeah, I have to go change."

"Sure you can't just wear that?"

�I'm sure."

He batted his eyes at her, "Please?"

She smiled. "Do you know the looks I would get?"

"Uh huh, I'm very familiar with the looks you'd get. I'd be giving most of them to you."

"All the more reason to change."

He smiled faintly, "Do you love me, Jo?"

"Of course."

The corner of his mouth quirked up, "You might considering saying so. That's typically the way one expresses emotions."

"What's the difference?"

"I like to hear the words," he replied with a smile. "I'm selfish that way."

"Alright, I love you."

He grinned, "Thank you."

She smiled. "Now can I go?"

He nodded, "I need to finish dinner anyhow."

"Alright."

She slid off him and tugged at her skirt, readjusting it. He frowned, his gaze warming as he watched her. Climbing off the table, he scooped her into his arms, "Screw dinner."

She laughed. "What are you doing?"

He started towards his bedroom, "Making love to you. Unless you mind?"

"We're going to be late."

He brushed a kiss over her lips, "I ask again, do you mind?"

She bit her lip and shook her head. "No."

He grinned, kicking open his bedroom door. "I thought not."

The End