"We're going home tomorrow, right?" Joey asked as she preceded Pacey into the honeymoon suite that night.

He sighed and nodded, "Yeah." He plopped down on the bed, "Back to life as normal."

"Strip." She ordered, her hands on her hips.

He raised both eyebrows at her, "I beg your pardon?"

"Your clothes. Take them off." She smiled, tapping her foot with impatience. God, she loved to shock him.

He sat up and pulled his shirt off, "Other than you loving to look at my body, is there any specific reason as to why I'm taking my clothes off while you're standing there fully clothed?" he asked as he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his pants.

"I'm going to give you the last part of your surprise." She explained. "You can keep your boxers on, if you'd like."

He sighed, "You know...I was thinking this might be fun until you said that last part."

"I promise, this'll be worth your while." She moved around the bed, "Lay down." He did as she asked, but continued to look at her skeptically. "On your stomach," she smiled.

He rolled over, "You know, none of the stuff I had in mind can be done while I'm laying like this."

"That's because you have a dirty mind." She explained, standing beside the bed and lifting his foot. Using her thumbs, she started a deep massage on the balls of his foot.

"Oh sweet God," he mumbled into the pillow.

"I remember promising a foot massage." She said, a soft smile on his face. "I figured a full body one wouldn't be remiss either."

He groaned and buried his head in the pillow, "You are an angel. I swear, when you get finished...I can't even describe the things I'm going to do to you."

"Pacey, by the time I'm finished, you wont be capable of moving a muscle."

"Wanna bet?"

"What conditions do you have in mind?" She asked, dropping his foot and moving on to the other one.

He shrugged, "You come up with some."

"If I'm right...and you'll no more than a soft, mushy puddle...you can no longer spend outrageous amounts of money on me."

"And if I'm right?"

"Well, I'll let you have your way with me, I suppose."

"Okay."

She rolled her eyes and moved to the dresser and pulled open a drawer, withdrawing a tube of scented oil. "I should have known you'd agree to that." She poured some into her hands and then smoothed them over one calf, "I hope you like strawberries."

He smiled, "I do."

She worked her fingers into the hard muscle, "You just relax..." she moved higher, working her hands over the backs of his thighs.

"Mmm, that feels wonderful. Where did you learn to do this?"

"Practice," she murmured, concentrating on the feel of his flesh beneath her hands. Warm and all too inviting. She slid her hands away as her fingers drifted a little too high for her comfort. Adding more oil to her hands she moved onto his other leg.

"Mmm, good."

"You keep making sounds like that," she smiled with pride, "Bessie�ll think we're getting down and dirty in here."

"She probably should."

"By all means, praise me, then." She smiled faintly, climbing onto the bed and sitting on his ass. "It's about to get so much better."

He smiled, "Oh God...I have a feeling you're so right."

She put her whole weight into working the muscles in his lower back, "You're tense, Pacey."

He groaned, "I can't imagine why."

"It wouldn't have anything to do with your adoring wife, would it?" She asked innocently.

"I have an adoring wife? I was under the assumption I married you." She pinched him in the side, "Ow. I take it back."

"Smart man." She said wryly, pouring some of the oil onto his bare back. Smoothing her hands over his slick skin, she swallowed thickly, her thighs tightening around him. She hadn't expected him to feel this good.

His moaning quieted down as she worked her hands over the muscles in his back. He was going to really mess with her.

"Relax," she murmured, her fingers moving to massage his neck.

He said nothing as she moved her hands over his back. He could feel her tighten her thighs and knew that this was working her up. "Pace..." she leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his back. "Time to roll over."

He didn't move beneath her, deciding that if she thought he was sleeping, it would make things more fun. She trailed a slick finger along the side of his neck, "I haven't gotten to do your front yet..." He grunted softly, but still didn't move. "And it's sooooo much better than the back," she whispered softly in his ear, waiting for him to move.

He still refused to budge, but in his mind he groaned. He resisted the urge to adjust himself as she pressed her body against him. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to let her run her hands all over him, but at the same time he�d rather have fun with her.

She sat up triumphantly, and moved off of him. "Easiest bet I ever made," she muttered to herself, laying down beside him.

He wrapped his arm around her and propped himself up on his elbow, "You are so gullible."

She pouted, "Not fair. You didn't let me finish."

"You were finished. Believe me, you were finished. Now, take your clothes off. But...leave on your bra and panties, please," he said with a smile.

"That was a cheap trick." She slid off the bed and stood beside it as she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks.

"It worked," he said smiling up at her.

"You really just couldn't enjoy it could you?" She rolled her eyes, unbuttoning her jeans. "You had to get the better of me, didn't you?"

"Always."

Sliding her hands into the rim of her jeans, she slowly pushed them down, watching his eyes as he took in the scrap of pink silk with red hearts printed on it. Biting back a smile, she shimmied out of her jeans. Crossing her arms over her stomach, she very slowly lifted the material of her sweater over her head.

He licked his lips as she joined him on the bed, "Don't you even want to know why you left those articles of clothing on?"

"Because I told you to keep your underwear on?" She wondered, adjusting the straps of her bra uneasily.

"Nope. I have...plans for you. Remember how you told me that I wasn't allowed to touch anything that was covered by a bathing suit? I'm gonna make good on that promise."

Her eyes widened, "I wasn�t aware that was a promise, Pacey."

"It was for me," he said as he ran his hand over her arm and pressed his lips against her neck.

She sighed, letting her eyes drift closed as she gave into the tingling sensation of his touch. "I don't know if this is fair..."

"How is it not fair?" He asked as he moved his lips up her neck and nipped at the skin below her ear.

"Oh..." she swallowed convulsively, tilting her head to give him easier access to the tender skin. "Because...because you cheated."

"I did cheat. But you know...you were still willing to give in," he smiled as he nibbled on her ear lobe. He slipped his body between her legs as he rubbed the back of his fingers against her inner thighs.

"Minor.." she gasped, "Minor detail." She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to ward off the desire that was already threatening to consume her.

He pulled away from her ear, and brushed his lips softly against hers, "The bottom line, Joey...you wanted to lose." He kissed her softly, then pulled away and moved down her neck to her collar bone and traced the line with his tongue. He moved his mouth to the slight swell of her breasts that peaked out from the lace bra, placing soft kisses along her fevered skin.

She shivered uncontrollably, she slid a hand over his neck, both to keep him in place, and to stop her hand from shaking. The other hand smoothed over his shoulders and back, feeling the muscles shift and move under the slick skin.

He moved one hand to brace himself over her as his other hand traced the line of her panties. He smiled as she shivered beneath him. His mouth moved to her arm. Removing his hand from her body, he held her at the wrist. His lips barely grazed her skin as he glided over her body. His lips moved up to her wrist, placing a kiss at the rapidly beating pulse. He kissed the palm of her hand, then each finger tip.

"Pacey..." She pleaded, jerking her hand away and cupping his neck, dragging his mouth back to hers.

He moved his hand up to cup her face and slid his tongue into her mouth. He was aching to press his body into hers, but he knew what would happen if he did. He would take her, and he knew they needed to wait a little longer for that. He pulled his mouth away from hers, "I'm not finished yet," he said softly.

"How can you...? You wont touch..." Every time she started to get a sentence out, he was touching her somewhere she'd never imagined could be that sensitive.

"What's wrong Joey? Wish you could take the statement back?"

"Oh God, yes."

"Mmmm, I might consider it," he said as he moved down her body. He placed several kisses around her bellybutton, then moved between her thighs. He kissed and nipped at her inner thigh, moving away from her sex and placed kisses under her knee.

"No," she tried to pull him back up to where he was, her hips arching toward him. "You are so dead..." she moaned.

He smiled as he sat back on his knees. He looped his fingers through the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them off her body, "Bessie might complain about the noise."

"Who?" She spread her legs for him, her mind wrapped in a haze of pleasure.

He rubbed his thumb over her clit and watched as her hips arched off the bed. He moved to her, his tongue entered her passage, noticing how hot and wet she was. He lapped at her as her hands moved into his hair. He flattened his tongue against her clit once, hearing her moan loudly. He slipped one finger inside her followed shortly by a second. Her hips thrust against his hand as he moved back and circled around the tiny nub with his tongue.

"Pacey...oh, God...Pace..." Her entire world narrowed to the feel of his fingers and mouth on her. Everything else spun wildly away into oblivion as little sparks of pleasure ricocheted from deep inside her. Threading her fingers through his hair, she held him in place even as she braced her feet on the bed and thrust against his hand. "Pacey...Pacey..." She panted his name over and over again as the pressure built. Just as she thought she was about to burst, he'd slow his rhythm and move his mouth to kiss her inner thigh until her blood slowed, then he'd return and start the torture over all over again. "God, Pacey....please...Pacey..." She wasn't even aware of the noise she was making, or that her nails were digging into his scalp.

He went back to suck on her clit as he added yet another finger. When she came, he removed his fingers from inside her and moved to lick away all of her orgasm. His thumb still moved slowly over her clit as tremors shook her. He pulled away and looked up at her, "You okay?"

"You killed me," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He chuckled softly and moved to lay beside her. His fingers moved slowly over her stomach, "I killed you, huh?"

"Uh huh." It took all her energy just to turn her head to look at him, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "I can't move a muscle."

He smiled, "Then I think you need to go to sleep," he said as he pulled the blanket around her body.

"But you never..."

"I know. I'll be back in a minute," he said as he threw his legs over the side of the bed.

"No, Pacey...let me." Unfortunately, she still wasn't able to move to stop him.

He smiled down at her, "It's okay. You just owe me."

"But, Pacey..." he was already out the door.





Joey smiled down at Pacey triumphantly the next morning, licking her lips as he relaxed beneath her, a blissful look on his face. She�d decided to wake him up in a very pleasurable way. "Consider us even."

He nodded, "No problem," he said taking a deep breath. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her side, placing soft kisses on her neck.

She frowned to herself, pulling away from him. "You can still move."

He smirked, "Barely. Believe me, it took most of the strength I had left to do that."

"Good," she snuggled in close to him, giving him a soft kiss.

The knock at the door made both of them look up. Pacey groaned and laid his head back on the pillow, "You get it."

Joey pulled the blankets up around her chest, "Come in." She rested her head near his shoulder, "I'm too lazy," she explained.

He rolled onto his back and they both looked at Alex. Pacey smiled, "Hey Al."

Joey smiled faintly, "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I just wanted to say goodbye before you left."

"That's sweet, Alex." Joey sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. "Come give me a hug."

Alex walked over to her and hugged her. "I'll miss you Aunt Joey."

Pacey looked over at the boy, "What am I? Chopped liver?"

"Duh, Pacey." Joey replied.

He cut his eyes at her, "Don't make me kick you onto the floor."

"Alex, he's threatening me. As my nephew, I demand you do something about it." Joey appealed to the twelve year old.

Alex looked at Pacey and shook his head, "He's bigger than me." Bessie called and Alex moved away from the bed, "I have to go. Bye."

"Bye Alex," Joey lay back on the covers, "Get my sister to come visit us soon."

"I will. Bye."

Joey waved after him, "Don't forget to shut the door."

Pacey watched as Alex closed the door behind him and heard him tell his mother, "It smells funny in there."

Pacey chuckled and looked over at Joey, "That is your nephew."

Joey laughed, "Yours too."

"He's blood to you. I got him through marriage."

"That doesn't make him any less yours." She nuzzled his neck, her lips brushing over the skin lightly. "Besides, he's always called you Uncle Pacey."

"True." He sighed, "I hate to say this...but if we don't get up and get moving, I'm never going to. So we need to hit the road, Potter."

"I never asked, how exactly are we getting home?"

He looked over at her and smiled, "Don't you trust your husband?"

"When that husband is you?" She arched a teasing eyebrow.

"For that...you get to walk back to Boston."

"I'm sure some nice man would be more than willing to give me a ride if I hike my skirt up a bit."

He rolled onto his side, "You hike your skirt up a bit and I'll give you the ride of your life," he said as his fingers caressed the underside of her breast.

"I said a nice man, Pacey." She bit down on her lip.

"I think I was plenty nice to you last night," he said, brushing his thumb over her nipple.

A dart of desire shot through her system to settle at the apex of her thighs. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. "I thought you wanted to get going?"

He sat up and pulled away from her, "I do. Get dressed."

"Get back here," she pulled him back down to the bed and smothered his face with kisses. "We have time to kill before we have to be back," she murmured.

He captured her face in his hands, "Eager aren't you?"

"This is the last time we're sharing a bed...I want to make the most of it." She smirked down at him, tossing her mussed hair over one shoulder.

"The last time huh? Have you noticed that every time we make plans concerning what is and what isn't going to happen between us...the opposite always happens. We weren't going to have sex...and well, we've kind of done everything but..."

"I blame it on Capeside," she touched his cheek lightly. "Once we get back to Boston and you start seeing other women, things'll cool down between us."

He shook his head and rolled her off of him, "We aren't having this conversation again."

She sat up, "I guess that's the end of that."

He threw his feet over the end of the bed, "Yeah. You...you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?"

"You'd rather I pretend that things aren't going to change when we get back to Boston?"

"No...but you know that's a conversation that will start a fight...so why bring it up?"

She frowned, "I don't want us to fight over this."

"Well, we're going to. I told you the other night to stop pushing this issue. If I decide to go on a date, then it's my business. I know that may sound harsh, but it's the way I feel about it. So let it go, okay?"

"And if you decide not to? Is it going be because of me?"

"No. It will be because of me. It's my choice."

"As long as I'm not the reason, then I wont argue with you." She tugged the sheet around her body protectively, refusing to look any lower than his bare chest.

"Miracles happen every day."

"Was that sarcasm, Pacey?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You tell me," he said as he stood and searched for his boxers.

"How long are you going to be mad about this?"

"I haven't decided yet," he said pulling a pair out of his suit case and slipping them on. "I'm going to take a shower. Don't join me."

She sighed, watching him go.