*Joey*

I can hear them all. Off in the distance. Jen and Ben are fighting. It sounds familiar. Like Pacey and me before we started dating. Or during dating. Hell, we’ll probably always fight. But it’s nice fighting. Sexy fighting.

Jen likes him. And Kennel Boy has very little interest in SJ from what I can tell. Kenny likes her though. SJ could kill Kenny by smothering him with all those stupid sweaters. Hmm. Gotta tell Jen that one later.

I see the top of George’s red head and the darkly spiked one beside him must be Jack. I think they might be kissing. Heido Ho is makeout central.

Pacey and I are playing slowly. Oh, not golf. Just touching. Holding each other. And other stuff. I stare up at his handsome face and trace a finger over his chin. He playfully opens his mouth and makes a feeble attempt at biting me.

Then before I know it my index finger is in his mouth. He sucks slowly at it, just trailing his tongue down from the pad of my finger to the underside of the knuckles. I shiver helplessly. “You’re impossible,” I whisper. I take a breath and kiss him.

“And you’re impossibly beautiful,” he replies. In all sincerity too. Wow.

“Can you believe it was just a week ago we were here last?”

*Pacey*

I hold up my fingers and start ticking them off, glancing down as her eyes sparkle. “A week, huh? One, two three, four, five. Six, seven days. Seems right.”

“You don’t fool me, Witter,” she breathes, leaning towards me, “you’re as much of a sentimental sap as I am.”

“Not me,” I laugh, giving her shoulder a good natured pat. “I don’t think-”

She cuts in with a swift kiss. Pulling me into a hug, her eyes wide and guileless, she rests her chin on my shoulder. Her hands wander my back slowly, her voice quietly caressing the air between us. “I remember everything.”

I pull away, sucking in a startled breath. In her eyes I catch my reflection and my head spins. “Like what?”

*Joey*

He stares at me, arms still circling my waist, his grin timid. I lift my eyebrows. “Well, I remember when you said our friendship was just a favor to Dawson.”

“And you said I needed to get a life.”

“But you helped me paint over my stupid mural anyways.”

He kisses my cheek. “I liked your stupid mural and painting is fun.”

“Tom Sawyer could’ve totally scammed you into whitewashing a fence for him.”

He smiles, fingers tracing over the sliver of skin between my sweater and my jeans. “I’d have given him my best piece of chewing gum for the chance.”

“Gum?” I kiss him, pushing my tongue past his lips, tangling it with his. Breathless, we pull away, my cheek pressing against his chest. I dart an innocent look up at him. “Just trying to get the gum.”

*Pacey*

“Sure you were, “ I say, watching her kiss swollen lips intently. “You know when you cried on me? On the dock after Dawson...”

She nods, leaning back against me to watch a pair of toddlers try to throw a ball into the drawbridge on the twelfth hole.

“I should’ve known then,” I murmur softly into her hair, “It was a bad sign that I didn’t mind having you soak my shirt.”

Her hand reaches behind to pull my hips closer to her. “You’re such a good friend to me, Pace.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.” She lets her head fall back against my shoulder.

Jen and Ben are a few yards away from us now, talking animatedly, golf clubs in hands, swinging precariously near fellow golfers’ heads. Kenny and SJ are carefully planning their next swings way back on the tenth hole. I spot Jack in front of that hole trying to knock their golf balls away with the toe of his boot. George tackles him out of the way, allowing Kenny to swing a well executed path straight over the hole and into a nearby bush.

Jo brushes a light kiss on the side of my neck. “You listened to me, even though I was so awful to you.”

“Not so awful, Jo,” I tease, “what else would I expect of the Ice Queen?”

*Joey*

I punch him hard in the shoulder. “Jailbait.”

“Yeah, yeah. Legal now, Josephine. Although you’re still just a bit shy of that eighteenth birthday, aren’t you? And you’ve been in jail too.” He clucks his tongue at me.

“Watching you puke,” I retort. Ha! Got ya.

“All over you.” I wrinkle my nose and make a face. “Not literally. Duh. But...”

“What?”

His gaze is curious and my hands moreso. They wander along the belt loops of his jeans. Pacey straightens a bit and stifles a groan.

“Butterflies,” he whispers nervously.

“Hmm?”

“Never lose the butterflies. Dougie told me,” Pacey stutters as I move closer, letting my breath dance along his collarbone, “and...and I haven’t. God, I haven’t.”

*Pacey*

“You wanna know my favorite memory?”

“Sure.” Joey smiles and I lean in to whisper in her ear.

“This.” Her breath catches as I trail a hand up her ribcage, cupping her breast gently. “This.” Jo’s pulse races as I catch her wrist between my thumb and index finger. “Oh, and then, there’s always this.” I bring her palm up to my lips and kiss it. Then I grasp her head in my hands, brushing at the tendrils over her ears with gentle fingers. I move mere inches from her lips. “But let’s definitely not forget this.”

She starts to melt into me, the warmth radiating off her skin, her head falling forward, leaning into my embrace, when I pull away abruptly, grinning.

Her eyes shoot, still glazed with desire. Her eyes narrow to slits and she scowls at me.

“Pacey Witter, you suck!”

I grin again. “Only if you ask nicely.”

Our lips meet and we crush against each other, patently ignoring whatever friends might be watching us from the various windmills and fairy tale obstacle course that surround us. After long minutes where it’s just us, Joey pulls back a breath, smirking at me with suspicion.

*Joey*

“Pacey?” I ask.

“Yes, Jo?” He whispers, his voice husky. His blue eyes are so clear. His lips are so soft. And he’s so damn infuriating the majority of the time.

“How long have you been saving up that line?”

“About the sucking?” He clarifies, smiling arrogantly.

“Yes, about the sucking.”

“Well...”

“Yes?”

“It’s really only a variation on my ‘bite me’ retort,” he says, shifting on his feet. I cross my arms over my chest and raise an eyebrow.

“How long?”

“Since you did that thing with your tongue and my-” I cover his mouth before he can say more in this very public place. He smirks and outright leers at me. And darn it. It’s endearing. “You asked.”

“Stop talking, Pace. And kiss me.”

He moves in for a kiss and stops suddenly short as if remembering something new. “I love you, Jo.”

“Right back at ya, you dork.” And we kiss. What a week.