Alexander came tearing through the front door late the next morning, nearly colliding with Pacey as he was clearing the table of breakfast dishes. "Uncle Pacey! Hi."

Pacey turned and smiled at the little boy, "Hey." He looked at the door, "Did you run here? Where are your folks?"

"Right here," Bessie answered, hauling a suitcase behind her. "What are you doing up so early?"

He smiled, "Joey's stomach was growling so loud it woke me up."

Joey entered the room and slipped her arms around Pacey's waist while smiling at her sister. "He made me breakfast."

Bessie laughed, "That explains it. I really hadn't expected to see either of you for hours yet."

Pacey smiled, "I was hungry too."

"You're always hungry, Pace." Joey said with a smile, pinching his stomach lightly as she pulled away.

"Witch. Go get dressed."

"Look who's talking?" She replied with a challenge. "Besides, I need to take a shower first."

He rolled his eyes, "Great. Don't stay in there too long." Pacey watched as Bessie walked back towards the bedroom, then back out and looked at Pacey, "Where did all the flowers come from?"

Bodie dragged the last of the bags through the door, "Obviously from the besotted husband."

Pacey smiled, "Yep, all me."

"Where are you taking her?" Bessie asked conversationally as she started to was the dishes in the sink.

"Uh...somewhere."

"Joey warned me about that," Bodie smirked, "He's been pulling surprises on her."

"Yep."

Bodie smiled, "It's driving her crazy isn't it?"

Pacey nodded, "Yeah. She's getting pissed off at me about it too. She seems to think she doesn't deserve any of them."

"When has Joey ever thought she deserved anything?" Bessie rolled her eyes. "So what do you have planned?"

He heard the water in the shower turn on, "Oh, just a little sailing. She hasn't been in a while..."

Bessie smiled, "She hasn't been since True Love sank."

He nodded, "Yeah. So I thought it would be fun."

Bodie gave him a speculative look, "Shouldn't you be taking a shower then too?"

Pacey stalled for a minute, "I...I guess. I can just wait for Joey to get out," he said taking a few more plates to the sink.

Bessie rolled her eyes, "It's a two person stall for a reason, Pace."

He nodded, "I know, but I think she deserves her privacy."

Bessie exchanged a look with Bodie, "Is everything okay with you two?"

Pacey nodded, "Yeah, fine."

"If you say so, but most newly weds usually don't leave the honeymoon suite for at least three days."

He smiled, "We've always been different from other couples, Bessie."

"I remember walking on you two more than once in high school, Pace. You're not that different."

He shook his head, as though having rethought the matter. "You know, maybe I will join Joey in the shower."

"That's the honeymooning spirit," Bessie smiled.

Pacey shook his head and closed his eyes before he entered the bathroom. He opened the door and was engulfed by steam from the shower, "Don't freak, but I'm in here."

He heard the thunk of what was probably a bottle of shampoo hitting the floor. "Okay...mind telling me why before I start to freak?"

"Bessie and Bodie started to ask why I wasn't in the shower with you. So instead of me coming up with all kinds of excuses, I just decided what the hell, I can sit in here while you take a shower, then get in after you get out."

She bent forward behind the shower door to pick up the conditioner. The shower doors that had been plenty foggy before, felt nearly transparent now that she could make out his fall frame on the other side. "That sounds reasonable," she replied.

"Yeah." He looked anywhere but at the shower door, "So, how much longer before you're finished?"

"I need to condition, and um, shave my legs." She was quiet for a moment as she worked the conditioner through her long hair. "Should we be making noises, or something?"

He looked up at her, "Do what?"

"Sex noises," she said, keeping her voice down. "So they don't get suspicious."

"I'm not the one who screams, you are. So you can go right ahead."

"I don't scream," She said petulantly.

"Yes you do."

"I have never screamed during sex...Now, you on the other hand were always loud."

He tilted his head, "Uh...no I wasn't. You screamed, whether you want to admit it or not."

"Yes, oh, yes," Joey imitated him in a low voice. "That doesn't ring a bell?"

He smirked, "Does the phrase, 'Oh God, Pacey...don't stop' mean anything to you. Because I seem to remember Gretchen banging through the wall of my room telling you to keep it down."

She was glad he couldn't see her blush, "Nope, I don't remember that at all. I think you must have made it up."

"I hope the water turns cold on you."

"Still doesn't answer my question, should we be making noises?" She frowned in the direction of the door. "Could you hear the shower running from the hallway? Maybe they wouldn't be able to hear anyway."

He sighed, "I heard it running in the kitchen. You start and I'll follow."

"Why do I have to start?" she pouted behind the shower stall. Oh God, this was going to be awkward.

"You start because...it makes more sense. You start�and I'll follow you. But in that time, we're gonna have to switch, so hurry." Taking a deep breath she let out a soft moan, the sound echoing through the bathroom. Experimentally, she sighed loudly.

Pacey raised an eyebrow and eyed her form behind the glass doors. "Not bad," he whispered. He let out a grunt, resembling something of a growl, a sound she knew well from their past.

Her eyes fell closed at the sound, "Ohhhh."

He licked his lips and let out a sigh, "Joey..."

She moaned loudly, "Oh, God....yes."

Pacey groaned deep within his chest, "Fuck yeah!"

She reached for her razor but her hand was shaking so badly she put it back. Moving under the spray to rinse her hair, she tried to ignore the arousing sensation of water cascading over her breasts as she let out a breathy sigh, "Please, Pacey..."

"Please what?" he asked closing his eyes, trying to block out the image of Joey behind the glass doors.

"Please," she repeated rinsing the conditioner from her hair, trying to concentrate on anything but the sound of his voice. "I want you inside me...so deep inside me."

He closed the lid on the toilet softly and sat on it, putting his head in his hands, "Oh...God," he moaned.

"Yes," she breathed quietly, and then repeated the word much louder, followed by a long moan.

He removed his hands from his eyes and pulled his shirt over his head, "Holy....shit," he groaned.

Abruptly, Joey turned away from the broad expanse of his chest, distorted through the fogged glass. "Ohh...Pacey." She swallowed thickly and lowered her voice, "I�m ready. Turn around."

Dutifully, he followed her instructions, facing away from the shower as she climbed out. "Oh, baby." He groaned, unable to stop himself from visualizing her legs wrapped tightly around him.

"H-harder, Pacey. Harder!" She grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it tightly around herself, refusing to look at him for fear of what she�d do if she did.

He stood and began to undo his pants, then pushed them off his legs. He looked at her back as he pushed his boxers over his hips, then climbed into the shower. He put both hands against the wall and allowed the water to poor down his back, "Fuck..."

Once the door had slid shut she let her eyes fall shut as she removed the towel to dry herself, the rough texture against her flushed skin overwhelming. She started to gasp over and over again, unable to stop herself from picturing the scene--the feel of his hands on her body--no matter how hard she tried.

Pacey pushed himself off the wall and turned, allowing the water to pour over his hair. His body was so tense and a certain part of his body was standing at full attention, he was sure he was going to collapse. He ached to opened the door and make the sounds real. He wanted to touch her and make her shiver the way he used to.

"Harder," she gasped, abruptly sitting down on the toilet seat as her legs started to shake.

He shut his eyes at her words and remembered the way she'd beg him when he'd bury his head between her legs and regretted the time he had to come up for air. The more she moaned, the tighter he clinched his fists to keep from opening the door and losing himself inside of her. He never should have come into the bathroom. It was a mistake. One he wouldn't put himself in again.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Please, please," she gasped again, "Pace...Pacey..."

He closed his eyes and bit his lip, "Jesus...Jo-ey..." She cried out breathlessly, mimicking an orgasm, even as her body ached and her blood throbbed for completion.

There was no way he would be able to walk out of that bathroom without a hard on. He nearly reached for the door several times as she moaned and cried out, and pulled his hand away every time. He hit the heal of his hand against the wall of the shower, letting out only a small amount of the frustration he was feeling.

Joey pressed a hand over her heart, unable to believe she'd gotten this hot and bothered so easily. She swallowed thickly as water dripped from her hair, "Whenever you're done...we can leave..." she murmured, still breathless.

He cranked on the cold water and kept in a yelp as it hit his heated body. He gritted his teeth as the cold water washed over his erection, which was slowly receding. The cold water hitting his body hurt like a million needles hitting his heated skin and he sighed quietly. Once he was sure he would be able to walk again, he cut off the cold water, and poked his head out of the door, "Towel," he said softly.

Joey nodded, and reached inside the cupboard for a towel. She felt a jolt of electricity as his hand brushed hers when he took it. He shook his head as he rubbed the towel over his face, then wrapped it around his waist. He climbed out of the shower and opened the door for her as she grabbed their clothes and they tried to make their way across the hall to their room.

Bessie smirked as she closed the door to one of the guest rooms, "If I hadn't sent Alex outside, you two would have scarred him for life."

Pacey stopped short and grinned at Bessie, "It's completely your fault. You basically sent me in there. What did you think was going to happen?"

Bessie winked at him, "I'd forgotten how loud you two were."

"And on that note..." Joey shook her head and grabbed Pacey's arm, pulling him into the honeymoon suite.

He shook his head, "We are not doing that again," he said sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No," she agreed, pacing in front of him, not trusting herself to sit beside him on the bed. "That was..."

"Frustrating," he whispered, looking at his hands instead of her.

"Arousing," she murmured, ringing her hands.

He lifted his head, "That too."

She licked her lips and looked at him, her eyes dark with desire, "What now?"

"We get dressed and get the hell out of here."

"Right," she swallowed, moving to the dresser to get a fresh outfit. "I don't think I could take pretending right now..."

He shook his head, "I know I can't. So, get dressed as fast as you can so we can go." He stood and went through his bag, quickly pulling out clothes.