Pacey opened the door to the honeymoon suite and found Joey sitting at the foot of the bed looking at the gift certificate. He lifted his overnight bag onto his shoulder, "Night Potter," he said as he started for the door again.

Her eyes flew to him, "What? Where are you going?" She stood up to follow, putting the gift certificate on the dresser.

"To sleep in another room."

"But..." she gestured to the bed where she'd cleared off the flowers. "I thought we'd both be here."

He shook his head and sighed, "You know, you proved one thing to me earlier, Potter. I can control myself, but only to a certain point. And I would rather sleep in that room than...do something that could ruin our friendship forever."

"Pacey," she caught his hand. "I wasn't trying to tease you. I meant what I said, please stay with me. I owe you that, at least."

He sighed, "You think that a blow job is proper payment for doing something that I don't really see as a job?" He shook his head, "I would prefer the teasing. At least then you would back off. But..." he shook his head again, "I can't...you need to get it through your head that you don't owe me anything."

Her brow furrowed, "I really screwed this up, didn't I?"

"You didn't make it any easier."

"I just...I thought that...you haven't been with anyone for a while, and I'm the reason for that. You must have...urges."

He dropped the bag in his hand, "Why are you worried about me, Potter? I can take care of myself...and that includes my urges."

"Did you take care of yourself in the bathroom? Was that what you were doing?" She challenged.

He shook his head and picked up his bag again, "I'm not talking to you about this. First of all, I don't ask you how you deal with you urges, and if you must know, yes. You insist on this remaining as uncomplicated as possible, don't you think that if we had gone with your suggestion tonight, it would have made everything complicated?"

"No, because a blow job isn't sex." She folded her arms across her chest.

He rolled his eyes, "Thank you, Bill Clinton. And it would have. Look, Joey, stop worrying about me and my sex life okay? We've been married all of about...eight hours now, and sex is already becoming a problem. So stop."

"Fine." She took hold of the bag, "I'll stop talking about sex and I'll stop teasing you as long as you stay."

He sighed, "Joey...it's just not a good idea."

"Why? Do you think you can't resist jumping me?" She scoffed.

"Exactly! Glad you're finally taking the hint."

"Is it really that hard?" She asked quietly.

He nodded, "Yeah. And it usually takes all the self control I have not to. You just don't understand what it's like. I know that sometimes it's like a game to you, but for me, it's not. Teasing me is fun to you, but sometimes, you take the game way too far."

"Oh," she looked up at him with quiet surprise. "I didn't think that I was...that you were actually..."

"That I was actually what?"

"Attracted to me," she finished, turning away from him.

He sighed, "Are you insane? I've always been attracted to you. I have eyes, you know?" He ran a hand through his hair, "Yes, I'm attracted to you, which is what makes things more difficult."

She sank onto the edge of the bed. "What if Bessie comes home tomorrow and realizes you slept in another room?"

He shook his head, "That's why you want me to stay in here? Because your sister might come home and find me in the other room." He hitched the bag onto his shoulder, "I'll let you explain it," he said turning for the door again.

"Pacey," she caught his arm and pushed him back against the door, "It's our wedding night." She didn't give him a chance to reply before pressing her mouth to his.

He dropped the bag and let his hands rest on her shoulders. He pulled away, "Joey...don't do this. Please don't do this."

"It's only one night," she murmured her hands on his waist. "It can't hurt anything."

"It can," he said softly.

She bit down on her lip as tears she couldn't explain stung her eyes. "Fine," she pulled away. "You take my old room."

He nodded and looked over his shoulder at Joey, "Night."

"Good night," she said softly.





Pacey laid in the bed, both hands folded under his head as he stared at the ceiling. It had taken everything inside of him not to give in to Joey. He wanted her. That was the problem. He couldn't have her. His ears perked up when he heard the soft sobs coming from the other room. He rubbed his face and sat up slowly. He sat on the side of the bed and ran a hand through his hair. He stood and walked out of the door and to the room Joey was staying in. He heard it, louder and felt things inside of him hurt. He knocked on the door and then opened it, "Joey?"

She choked back the sob and turned her back to the door. "Go away, Pacey."

He sighed, "I can't. I can't stand to listen to you cry," he said as he sat beside her on the bed.

"I'm fine," she insisted, but the crack her voice said otherwise.

He rubbed her shoulder, "You're not. Come on, let's talk about this."

"What's to talk about?" She wiped at her eyes. "I wanted to have sex, you didn't."

He sighed, "Did you ever think of why?"

"Of course." She moved away from him. "If we have sex, it complicates things and I know that. You're right and I--I'm just emotional...it's been an emotional day and I mistook casual flirting for something else and I was an idiot.'

"You're not an idiot. As much as I wish it wouldn't complicate things, it would. It's...it's our wedding night and it's supposed to be the happiest night of our lives, and here we are; fighting."

"It's my fault, Pacey. I shouldn't even have suggested it, but I got so caught up in the wedding and everything...I'm sorry." She looked up at him through shining eyes.

He rubbed her hair, "I got caught up in it to. I wanted it...I wanted it to be as real as you do."

"But that doesn't change the fact that it's not, does it?"

He shook his head, and looked down at the blanket, "No."

"I knew this would be hard...but I hadn't counted on this," she gestured between them listlessly.

"This? You mean...sex?"

"This attraction between us," she clarified. "I can't believe I forgot."

He sighed, "Yeah...it's pretty intense. And while I don't think acting on it is the best idea...I don't think being in denial about it or hiding it is the right approach either."

"What do you suggest?"

He sighed, "Just...let things happen. I'm not saying jump into bed or anything, because we see where that got us. But...we just see how things go."

"I still think this problem would be null and void if you'd be willing to see other women."

He sighed, "We are not having this conversation again. What and who I choose to do is my business and mine alone. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."

"I'm dropping it." She sighed, "Will you stay in here, please? I just want to wake up in the morning beside you," she gave him a watery smile. "I've gotten used to your morning breath."

He smirked, "Well, I'm not sure I've gotten used to yours. But...yeah, I'll sleep in here."

"Thank you," She pushed the blankets back and scooted over to the other side. "Does this mean I can resume teasing you?"

"Hell no."