Sun sparkles off of the vast expanse of the perfect blue ocean; if the light hit it just the right way, the water looked like a shimmering surface of glittering diamonds. Squinting at the brightness even through her brand new pair of sunglasses, Joey turns the wheel a little to the right, for no other particular reason than that she could.

The True Love is the lone vessel on the horizon at that moment, and Joey swore at times like these that she and Pacey were the only two people on the face of the planet. Maybe the next shoreline they came to would be their own new world, an unexplored land of treasures and mystery. A place where she and Pacey didn't have to worry about returning home and facing reality.

Confident in the fact that she could tear her attention away from steering for a second (due to the lack of things to possibly crash into), Joey shifts her gaze toward the stern of the boat to where Pacey is lounging. It's clear that he's still not entirely awake; over the past two and a half months, she'd discovered that he didn't become coherent until at least 10am. Smiling lightly as the morning wind blows through her hair, she takes advantage of the view as Pacey stands up and picks up a stray pop can that they had left there the night before.

If she had a penny for every time she'd caught herself staring at Pacey Witter's butt, she'd be a very rich girl. He'd always jokingly declared it his best body part, but Joey knew that he had abosolutely no idea how true his words were. A couple of years ago, Joey Potter would've never admitted that she liked looking at a guy's body just for the sake of sensual stimulation...but then again, a year ago Joey Potter was working hard to repress any natural feminine inklings she had in order to make herself still feel like "one of the guys."

Now that she had had a romantic relationship with everyone of those guys...well, Joey didn't really give a damn about her old principles against objectifying the body simply as a sexual object. In fact, she delighted in frequently admiring the tightness of Pacey's muscles as he tied the sails down or the broadness of his back as he took his shirt off; her eyes often unabashedly drifted down the lines of his well-toned stomach and mentally undressed him when she met the waistband of his khaki shorts. In addition to that, Joey wouldn't trade anything in the world for the feelings that emerged when she caught Pacey looking at her in the same fashion, the attraction flickering in his blue eyes.

Pacey feels her gaze on him and turns to face her. Giving her a charming smile, he moves across the deck toward her.

"Now, Miss Potter, I would think you'd be able to keep your mind on the task at hand for longer than fifteen minutes."

"I'd think you'd be able to make us some breakfast in fifteen minutes too, and I don't see that happening either," Joey smirks. Pacey laughs lightly, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her tiny waist.

"You think I'm not preparing us breakfast due to laziness?"

Joey pretends to pull a notepad from her pocket and adjusts an imaginary pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Well, according to all of our observations of the patient in this study, the data does in fact point to a predisposition to avoid manual labor in the culinary arts, so my hypothesis is that he does in fact suffer from a quite large case of slackeritis."

"That's your scientific opinion?" Pacey places a light kiss on her neck and Joey smiles.

"Yes, in clear terms."

"You might want to do some more research then, because the reason there's no breakfast prepared as of yet is because we're going out to breakfast today." Pacey grins as Joey turns her head to look at him, pleasantly surprised.

"We are?"

"Yeah - last time we docked I picked up a brochure for a port a couple of miles away from here and found a nice little restaurant. I figure after the past few weeks of eating nothing but cereal, it's about time I took the lady out."

"Damn right!" Joey replies teasingly, twisting around in his embrace to kiss him. The kiss deepens very quickly. The ride back toward Massachusetts has so far been marked with a heightened intensity. Sailing to the keys, the pair had kissed and cuddled, taking things slowly and not making a single move to take things to the next level. In the Florida Keys, things had gotten progressively hotter and heavier. Almost every day they would hang out on the beach and take advantage of how their bathing suits barely covered their bodies, doing everything they possibly could without actually undressing.

Before they left Florida, Joey had stopped by the drugstore and picked up a box of condoms. The box still lay unopened in her dresser drawer, but Joey knew that any day now, it'd be open.

Joey lets out a small groan of pleasure as Pacey's tongue presses urgently against hers. Pacey pulls her closer to him, and she abandons the wheel completely. They take two steps away from it as it spins slowly to the right then wavers back to the left. Joey slips her hands underneath his loose shirt, unable to resist the temptation of touching his hot skin. Every time they kissed now, it always ended up in a fight to keep themselves from going over the edge. Every kiss grew so heated and intense that it turned into more than a kiss, every touch more than a touch. There was no more kissing for kissing's sake.

Without even realizing where they were headed, both Pacey and Joey find themselves at the stairs that lead down into the cabin. Joey had already worked his shirt open in a matter of seconds, and both of them suddenly realize that. Pacey pauses, drawing away from her with the question hanging in the air.

"Well, I should probably head the boat toward shore," he says, abruptly changing the mood. "Why don't you go get changed..." Pacey suggests awkwardly, taking a few steps away from her. "Can't go to a restaurant in your boxers and bikini top...though I wouldn't be complaining." His teasing tone is laced with nervousness. He turns and walks away, and Joey just nods vacantly, staring after him for a minute before turning to go down the stairs.

As soon as she gets into the small one room cabin, she takes a seat on the bed, trying to steady herself. Her heart is still beating wildly in her chest, and her breathing is harsh just as a result of that one long passionate kiss. The power that Pacey is beginning to have over her is somewhat scary, and she can tell that he's getting just as scared.

During all of her time with Dawson, she had always felt that Dawson was this huge part of her and without him she'd be lost; but that feeling was nothing like the feeling Pacey gave her. When she was near Pacey, she wasn't afraid of losing herself if she lost him...it was more like she was more afraid of losing herself completely within him. She could immerse herself entirely in the way his clear blue eyes sparkled when he smiled and suddenly all that mattered in the world was him.

Slowly, Joey stands up and goes to the dresser, digging through her things to find something decent to wear. The assortment of clothes that she had bought in various ports on the way down to the Keys were interesting, to say the least. But there were still a few tops that she considered to be wearable, if not fashionable. Sliipping a tight red baby tee on and stepping into a pair of jean shorts, Joey scans the room for her sandals.

"Looking for these?" Pacey's voice startles her and she whirls around to look to the doorway. He's holding up her tan leather sandals with a charming smile. "You left them up on deck."

"Thanks," Joey walks over to him and takes them from him quickly, almost afraid to touch him. Pacey notices this immediately and is concerned. He watches her for a moment in silence as she puts on her shoes, trying to think of what to say.

"Jo, I think we need to talk."

Joey looks up at him as she buckles her right shoe, worried by the tone of his voice.

"About what?" she asks, pretending not to know.

"About us. About what's going on here," Pacey replies. "We can't keep doing this to ourselves and then not talking about it." Joey sighs and takes a seat on the bed. Pacey sits down next to her, taking her hand in his.

"I know..." Joey says quietly, closing her eyes.

"I want to make it clear to you, Joey...that I don't expect...I mean, just because we're on this boat alone together...We don't have to do anything that you're not ready for. You know that, right?" Pacey caresses her cheek gently and she turns and gazes at him, a small smile on her face. "I don't want to pressure you."

"You're not pressuring me, Pace," Joey reassures him, giving his other hand a little affectionate squeeze. "I mean...I want to. I really, really want to." Pacey gives her a look of surprise, and she can't help but laugh. "Why do you look so surprised?"

"Nothing, I just...I didn't think that you wanted to."

"Well, I do - but don't let that go to your head," Joey smirks, then turns serious. "It's just really scary, Pacey. This is all new to me, you know? I don't have the faintest idea what I'm doing anymore."

"Maybe you're just not ready, Jo. It's entirely okay not to be ready to have sex." Pacey tells her earnestly. He couldn't stand to think that she thought he was expecting her to have sex with him; it wasn't like he didn't want to - of course he did - but he surely wasn't about to pressure her into sleeping with him.

"I know that you'd never...you're not Jordan Catalano, Pacey - I know you're not about to dump me if I don't put out. You're not that kind of person," Joey smiles at him, then rests her head on his shoulder. "That's why I love you."

"I love you too, Potter," Pacey replies, joy filling his body from his head to his toes, just like it did every single time Joey uttered those three words. Part of him still couldn't believe that those words were meant for him. "And I'll wait forever for you, if I have to. We'll know when it's the right time."

Joey stands up, extending her hand to him. He takes it and she tugs him up off the bed, laying a light kiss on his lips with a light giggle.

"I know. I'm glad that we talked about this though, Pacey. It feels better to acknowledge it rather than awkwardly dance around each other, second-guessing what we want." Pacey pulls Joey close to him in a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist.

"It feels better to just have it out in the open, doesn't it?" Pacey murmurs in her ear. "It's more our style to face things rather than avoid them." Joey nods her head in agreement and pulls away from him.

"Definitely. So...shall we go up on deck and see how close we are to shore? I'm starving."

"Yes, let's," Pacey chuckles, teasingly slapping Joey on the butt as she steps up the stair in front of him. She swats his hand away with a glare that is undermined by a giggle.

"Chauvanist pig," she tosses back at him.

"Uptight priss," he retorts, shaking his head happily in amusement as he steps back out into the bright morning sunlight. Pacey watches with interest as Joey gracefully crosses the deck back over to the wheel, admiring her lithe body and golden skin. "Man...I wish we didn't have to go home," he mumbles to himself.

"And what can I get for you two this morning?" The friendly middle-aged waitress reminded Pacey of his old kindergarten teacher; just way too happy to not have some rub off on you. Grinning at Joey, Pacey sets aside his menu and looks up at the waitress.

"She will have an order of pancakes with strawberries and a cup of coffee."

"And he'll have french toast with sausage and a side order of hash browns, and he'll also have a cup of coffee." Joey smiles back at Pacey across the table triumphantly, knowing that he hadn't expected her to know his order. The waitress looks at them both, not bothering to conceal her amusement.

"Well, that was simple," she says, jotting both orders down on her notepad. "Anything else I can get for you?"

"Nope, that's it," Joey replies, shrugging. Pacey takes her menu from her and hands it to the waitress. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Your coffee will be right out." She heads back to the kitchen, trying to guess exactly how long the pair of teens had been dating in order to know each other so well.

"So, Josephine, anything you'd like to do in town before we hit the open sea once again?" Pacey inquires, reaching across the table and taking her hand in his. Joey pretends to think really hard about it.

"Well, I was thinking that I'd stop by the drugstore and buy you a new razor," Joey jokes. Pacey rubs his chin with a look of mock hurt on his face.

"What, you don't like my manly stubble? I thought it was kind of sexy."

"Five o'clock shadows only work for about five minutes, Pace. Very few people can truly pull them off without looking stupid." Joey takes a sip from her glass of water and gives him a coy look. "Like, Ben Affleck."

"So, I look stupid, you say?" Pacey teases and shifts to her side of the booth, leaning in toward her and rubs his face against her neck and cheek. The roughness tickles Joey's silky skin, causing her to giggle loudly and push him away.

"Pacey, stop!" She shrieks, earning a couple of inquisitive looks from other customers.

"Now why would I do that?" he replies. "I enjoy making you squirm far too much."

"Is that all you enjoy doing to me?" Joey whispers in his ear and she feels the breath catch in his throat.

"Ah-hem..." The waitress is standing at the end of their table, holding a fresh pot of coffee. "Sorry to interrupt, but..."

Joey blushes terribly and hands the waitress her coffee mug.

"Sorry," she tells her, sure that her face is bright red. "That's okay, honey, ain't nothing I haven't seen before," the waitress replies, smiling amiably.

"So, Colleen," Pacey starts, reading the waitress's nametag. "Can I ask you a quick question?" Joey eyes Pacey wearily, wondering what he's up to.

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

"The unshaven look. Thumbs up or thumbs down?"

Colleen takes a good look at Pacey, taking him by the chin and turning his head one way and then the other.

"I'd say your girlfriend here should like you clean shaven or unshaven, boy," Colleen tells him, turning to Joey with a smile. "We don't get many good looking young men stopping by the café these days, you'll have to excuse my enthusiasm." She pats Joey on the shoulder before walking away. Joey stares at Pacey, embarrassed.

"See, Joey, she says I look fine," Pacey understates purposely, shooting her a wide grin. Joey kicks him underneath the table and he gets up and moves back across to his own seat.

"Shave, Pacey," Joey replies, annoyed. She'd only been teasing before when she'd told him to buy a razor; in fact, she kind of liked how he looked - but she wasn't about to back down now.

"You're just jealous cause Colleen was trying to put the moves on me," Pacey grins, then takes a sip of his coffee. Joey raises her eyebrow at him.

"Yes, Pacey...that's it," she retorts flatly. "I am writhing with jealousy. Please, hold me back. If you don't restrain me, I'm going to have to get into a catfight."

"I don't know, Joey...it'd be kind of sexy to see you in a catfight. I always hoped that you and Jen would bitch slap each other, but it never happened. Such a disppointment."

"You really have the hormonal control of an ape, don't you?" Joey asks.

"That's why you love me," Pacey remarks, suggestively licking the rim of his coffee mug but acting as if his action is innocent. Joey stops herself from blushing and quickly hides her smile behind her own cup.

"Oh, just drink your coffee, monkey boy," she tells him, and Pacey can't help but laugh.

"Pacey, let's look in here," Joey tugs on Pacey's hand, pulling him toward a craft store that is across the street. Pacey looks at her quizzically. "I need to get a little something for Bessie. She'll kill me if I don't at least bring her home something." Pacey follows her across the street, sighing. Craft stores had to be the plague of the planet. Why anyone would waste money on such things is beyond him.

The bell above the door tinkles as the pair steps inside, attracting the attention of the sales clerk.

"Hello, how are you today?" The elderly woman looks at them over the rims of her thin, steel bifocals.

"Fine thanks," Joey replies.

"Can I help you find anything?"

"No, thanks, we're just looking," Joey tells her, letting her gaze wander around the store. "God, why do all these stores have the same earthy look to them? It's like they're all cut out of the same Martha Stewart Home in the Country fabric."

"How about getting this for Bessie?" Pacey chuckles, holding up an atrocious looking bird house with a pink roof. Joey laughs and immediately takes it away from him, setting it back on the shelf.

"I'm sure she'd just love that, especially since she's always complaining about all the birds that are already nesting near our house." Joey lightly touches a soft hand-made pillow as she passes by, reading the cross-stitching on it's front. "Think we could find a pillow that reads something like, 'Sisters are Forever Friends...so don't kill her after she ran off for the summer'?"

"'With the boy who was supposed to work as your handy man at your brand new business'? I think we'd have to special order that one or make it ourselves." Pacey turns and glances around, hoping that something would jump out at him as the perfect gift for Joey's sister. "What if we just give her and Bodie a weekend trip or something? Offer to watch Alexander so they can have their own getaway?"

"I have a feeling Bessie won't be leaving me unsupervised with you, Pace," Joey replies, looking at him with a sly smile. "I'm sure her mind is just racing wildly with all the possibilities of the naughty things you and I could be doing on this trip."

"But we haven't done anything yet," Pacey points out.

"Yet," Joey says, and saunters down the aisle toward a different section of the store. Pacey lets out a groan and hurries after her. He grabs her by the waist and circles his arms around her midsection, laying a kiss on her neck. She giggles in surprise.

"You are absolutely killing me, Potter," he murmurs, then lets go and kisses her cheek. "Absolutely killing me."

"I know, I'm the devil," Joey retorts, then picks up teddy bear from a nearby wooden shelf. "Too bad Bessie isn't a fan of teddy bears." She surveys the endless supply of stuffed animals. "They're certainly in abundance." Pacey walks away from her, going over to look at the pictures that are hanging on the wall by the windows.

"What about a print for the B & B?" He suggests. "Something of the water, maybe?"

"No, she's got more than enough of those scenic looks at the ocean. I walk into the dining room and feel seasick."

"But Josephine, you don't get seasick." This earns him an elbow in the gut.

"Shut up, Witter." Then Joey sighs, shoving her hands into her pockets. "I don't think we're going to find anything for her here."

"We'll find something, Joey, before we get home. Don't worry," Pacey wraps his arm around her shoulders comfortingly. "And even if we don't...I mean, she's going to be mad at us no matter what, and either way, she's going to forgive you. She loves you so much; one impulsive summer trip isn't going to change that."

"You're right," Joey replies, reaching up and rubbing his hand. "I'm just so nervous about going back. I feel like I'm not prepared for what's waiting for us." Pacey turns her to look at him.

"I don't think we can truly prepare, Jo. But it's going to be fine. You have to trust me...it's all gonna turn out okay. I won't let it turn out otherwise," Pacey says earnestly. Joey laughs lightly. "What?"

"Nothing. I was just laughing because...I just realized that you wouldn't. I mean, you wouldn't let anything just go without trying to make it better."

"And that's...funny?" Pacey inquires, confused. Joey shakes her head.

"No, not at all. It's a relief. You're finally someone I can completely trust...whatever you say to me, I know I can trust it. I never have to question whether or not you really mean the things you say; you're the only person I've ever known who is like that. And I love you for it." Joey caresses his cheek, gazing up a him.

"I love you too," Pacey replies softly, bending to kiss her gently. The kiss deepens quickly, and Joey wraps her arms around him and presses closer.

"Are you sure there isn't anything I can help you find?" A rather perturbed and judgemental voice cuts in on their romantic moment, and both Joey and Pacey look at the clerk and try to avoid her scornful gaze. "Because if you don't intend to buy anything I really don't appreciate you using my store as if it were your bedroom." Annoyed by her attitude, Joey takes Pacey's hand and gives the woman a tight smile.

"Yes, actually there is something you can help me find. Where are your bathrooms?" Joey asks, a brilliant idea striking her mind like a lightning bolt. Pacey resists the urge to give her a strange look.

"They're down that hallway to the left," the woman points toward the back of the store, her voice saturated with contempt.

"Thank you," Joey replies with biting sweetness. She leads Pacey away from the clerk and down the dim hallway and to his surprise, right through the door to the men's room.

"Joey? The men's room?"

"Pacey, we're in a craft store. The chances of us being interrupted are greatly diminished just by being in here, don't you agree?" Joey smiles at him, twining her fingers in his collar as she sees the realization dawn on him.

"Potter, I like the way you think."

Tugging on his shirt, Joey backs into the nearest stall. Pacey closes the door as soon as they step inside, barely having time to slide the metal lock closed before Joey's mouth has found his, urgently slipping her tongue into his mouth. Joey usually wasn't the agressive one, so she initially shook him up a bit. Feeling him hesitate, Joey pulls back slightly and searches his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Nothing..." Pacey gazes at her, his eyes drifting down her body and back up to rest on her flushed face. "God...absoutely nothing at all..." He pulls her to him for another passionate kiss, her body instantly reacting to the pressure. "I just never took you for the type to make out in a bathroom," he shrugs slightly as her delicate teeth tug at his already swollen bottom lip, trying hard not to let on that he's already out of breath.

"I never took you for the type that I would fall head over heels for, yet it happened," Joey teases, sliding her hands underneath his loose shirt and tugging his undershirt from the waistband of his khaki shorts. Her fingers run over his hot skin, her nails tracing the lines of his defined muscles. Pacey tugs the elastic band from her hair, sending her waves of dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Pacey breaks his mouth from hers, running his tongue along the line of her jaw to her ear, and then down her neck. Joey let out a tiny gasp of pleasure as he began to kiss the curve of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair.

After a few moments, Joey guides Pacey's mouth back to hers, eagerly finding his tongue and taking it into her mouth. Her body is held close to his, her breasts crushed against his broad chest as they rise and fall, her chest heaving as she tries to capture gasps of air between kisses. Pacey can feel the heat radiating off of her body, his mind racing through the many times that he had held her like this and how many times he had almost lost control just as a result of their steamy foreplay.

"Joey," he breathes, trying hard to focus. "Jo..."

"Shh, Pace," she murmurs, putting her fingers to her lips. In one sleek movement, Joey pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that it landed on the ground instead of in the toilet. Forgetting what he was about to say, Pacey takes Joey back into his arms and moves so she is against the stall door where he just was. Joey winces as the cold metal touches her hot skin. She is distracted, however, by the feeling of Pacey's hands, touching her through the thin fabric of her bra. His large hands move over the undersides of her breasts, his fingers splaying across her nipples and over the lacy edges, lightly brushing against her bare skin.

Joey's mouth strains to find his, but he deliberately avoids her seeking lips, watching her face as he moves the pads of his thumbs over her hard peaks. Her eyes are already beginning to get a hazy look. Bending his head to lay light kisses along her collarbone, he slips his hands down her flat stomach and then back up, his fingertips sliding ever so slightly underneath the elastic of her creme satin bra. He repeats the action again, this time moving up just a bit higher than the time before. Joey leans her head back against the door, trying hard to keep her eyes open. Pacey slides the palms of his hands down her stomach again, his rough and hard-worked hands sending shivers of pleasure jolting through every inch of her body; his fingers left a trail of fire in their wake.

"God Pacey...take it off..." Joey breathes pleadingly. He smiles crookedly at her and instead of complying, simply runs his hands back up once more. Pacey watches her reaction, her face flushed pink and her tongue darting out to lick her swollen lips as she quivers in anticipation. Her hands move to rid herself of the annoying garment for herself, but Pacey stops her, taking her hands and holding them up above her head. Joey's eyes open wide for a second in surprise, but quickly her lids flicker as Pacey's lips once again find her neck. Joey is positive she'll have a mark to show for this impulsive moment, but tries to ignore that fact and revel in the sensations within her. Letting her arms down, he kisses a path down her shoulder, pushing one strap of her bra down her arm, and then does the same to her other side.

Glancing at her once to make sure it's what she really wants, Pacey unsnaps the front clasp of her bra and pulls it off of her body. Joey's eyes meet his, her nerves tingling at the sight of the desire darkening his blue eyes. Wanting to even the score, Joey tugs on his shirt, and starts lifting it over his head. Pacey more than willingly helps her rid him of it, pulling off the wife-beater that was underneath it as soon as the first shirt hits the ground.

Joey can't help but let her eyes close again as Pacey's mouth finally seeks her breasts, unable to withstand the pleasurous torture of both watching and feeling what he is doing to her. His skilled tongue circles one of her stiff, aching nipples; she can feel his teeth gently nibbling her sensitive skin as his lips and tongue tease her breast. She looks down when she feels his mouth leave her right breast, suddenly feeling cold, and craving to have his mouth on her again. He quickly switches over to her left, his hand moving to where his lips had just been. Joey twines her fingers in his short brown hair, urging him on. At that moment, she was unbelievably thankful he hadn't shaved, his rough stubble brushing against her bare skin sexily.

Pacey feels her body responding to him, her rosy nipples growing harder and harder against his mouth and hands, not quite sure what this all meant. Earlier that morning they'd had the discussion; they'd decided to wait. But where was Joey drawing the line?

Suddenly Joey's hand works in between their tight bodies, searching out the hardness between his legs. A groan escapes Pacey's mouth before he even can think about stopping it. His hands go to the button of her jean shorts, hestitating for a moment before unsnapping them and pulling down the zipper. He takes an unsure step backward. Joey's lips crush against his and she pulls him back to her almost roughly; the lust is riding high in her system now, and all she can think about is Pacey and the feel of him against her.

"It's okay, Pacey, do it," she tells him, knowing what he is considering. Pacey stares at her for a moment, and Joey forces her gaze up to his. Watching her intently, Pacey slowly pushes her shorts past her hips and halfway down her thighs. She made no move like she was having second thoughts, so he took a deep breath and continued. Trailing his fingertips up her soft inner thighs, he brushes up against her panties, finding them already wet with her arousal. Joey quivers a little as he does it again and Pacey feels a wave of lust cascade over him again.

Moving aside the thin, flimsy fabric, he finally touches her, barely running his fingertip over her. Joey takes a deep breath and lets it out.

"Let me know if you want me to stop, Jo," Pacey whispers, his eyes still locked with hers. She shakes her head no, almost unable to find her voice.

"Keep going," she demands hoarsely. She'd only come twice before; Pacey had managed to get her off without undressing. Joey shivered again at the memory of Pacey's hardness rubbing between her legs, the fabric of their shorts the only barrier between them. Now his hand is against her heat and she couldn't believe she had managed to wait this long.

Joey braces herself against the door and arches her hips slightly, yearning for him. Slowly, Pacey slides one finger inside her, moving gently as not to hurt her. Joey's breath catches in her throat, a burst of electricity surging through her veins. Instinctively she urges her hips downward, bathing his finger entirely in her wet warmth. Her eye lids feel heavy, but she can't tear herself away from Pacey. Knowing that he is watching her, like this, made Joey feel alive.

Pacey moves his finger out of her body and then plunges inside of her again, this time a bit harder, lightly touching her inner wall. Joey moans loudly, startling herself. She felt helpless and vulnerable, only able to hold herself against the cold door and keep her knees from buckling underneath her, but at the same time felt more powerful than she ever had felt before.

"You okay?" Pacey asks, the concern in his voice only making her want him more.

"More than okay," she murmurs, closing her eyelids and letting the sensual pleasure take control of her entire being. Pacey adds a second finger and begins moving faster. He sets his other hand on the small of her back as her hips thrust toward him, keeping her slightly arched forward. Joey tries to keep herself up, but her legs are feeling more weak with every passing moment.

Pacey lifts her up off of the ground and moves to the right, pinning her against the cold cement wall. Joey wraps her legs around his waist, moaning again as the fabric of his khakis brush against her aching clit. Pacey works his fingers between them and finds her dripping opening again, his thumb seeking her pulsing nub. Joey lets out the most exquisite sound Pacey had ever heard, half-moaning, half-shrieking and almost sounding musical, and he rubs her clit more vigorously.

Joey tosses her head back and sighs with pleasure, her bare back rubbing up and down against the wall as Pacey's fingers surge up and down within her body. She can feel his erection pressing insistently up at her, straining against the confines of his shorts and wonders how amazing it would be to feel him inside of her. Pacey doesn't give her thoughts much time to wander; her round, voluptuous breasts bob in front of his face and he can't resist capturing one of the tantalizing peaks in his mouth. His free hand slips down her abdomen, wetting his fingertips in her and then running them up her body. He squeezes her free nipple between his fingers, his tongue and teeth still working furiously at the other.

Joey cries out, feeling herself racing toward the edge. Pacey speeds up his ministrations, feeling her tightening around his fingers. Joey's body begins to shake, her orgasm seizing her entirely, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. Pacey doesn't stop, continuing to slide his fingers in and out, watching her as she rode the crest of her orgasm and hoping to make it last longer.

Finally she slumps against him, sated and spent. Still quivering, she wraps her arms loosely around him, letting him support her. Her sweaty skin clings to his. She waits a moment, trying to catch her breath, before saying anything.

"That was...amazing...Pacey..." she whispers into his ear, her voice husky. Kissing her one last time, Pacey gingerly sets her down on the ground. Joey's legs feel like they're about to give out for a second, but she quickly finds some stability. Pacey looks her up and down, his hard-on raging; Joey's mostly naked, glistening body is too tempting. He reaches for her bra and shirt and hands them to her, not wanting to end the moment but knowing that looking at her like that wasn't going to help him much. He couldn't ask her to do anything for him, he didn't think she was quite ready for that yet.

Lost in his own thoughts, Pacey doesn't realize that Joey had taken her clothes from his hand and dropped them back to the floor. He looks at her, startled, as she unzips his shorts. He reaches down and grabs her wrists gently.

"Jo, you don't have to do that."

"Now, now, Mr. Witter...I was always told that if someone's hurt, you should kiss it and make it better..." Easing his boxers over his prominent erection, Joey tries not to show her inexperienced fascination with him and glances up at him with a smile. "And it looks like you're in a world of hurt here, so..."

Pacey gazes down at her, feeling himself get even harder as she moves a finger over the tip of his penis. The muscles in his stomach tighten visibly, his whole body working to hold back the inevitable. His hands went for something to hold onto, but he found nothing but air. Joey's soft and gentle hands ran over the length of him, taking her time.

Joey looked at him in wonder, feeling as if she is just seeing him for the first time. She'd always known his body was gorgeous, she just hadn't known it was beautiful. He is like putty in her hands; Pacey always seemed incapable of breaking, of falling apart...and now he trusted her and loved her enough to let her be the one to have him in her control.

Lowering herself to her knees, Joey sets her hands on his inner thighs. She's not sure what to do; in all of her life she'd never been this far, sexually. Letting instinct and desire take over, Joey runs her hands up his thighs and touches him, lightly at first. She runs one hand down the underside of his long, hard shaft, the other moving from the base to his tip. Pacey moans, so she continues, figuring she must be doing something right.

Pacey senses Joey's timidity and is about to tell her that she can stop anytime she wants to when her mouth closes around him, her tongue sliding along his hardness. Joey moves a little closer, taking more of him into her inviting mouth. Pacey's hand once again search for something to cling to, and find her shoulders.

"Oh god..." he gasps, as Joey begins moving, sucking hard as her tongue moved with an assuredness and talent neither of them truly expected. Pacey's runs his fingers through her hair, then moves his hands away, not wanting to press her closer if that's not what she wanted. Her teeth gently graze his hot skin as she takes her mouth off of him for a moment, moving to kiss the area around his pulsing shaft. She can feel the blood rushing through him underneath her palms.

Re-adjusting her position slightly because the hard linoleum floor hurt her knees, Joey feels a wave of lust rush through her as Pacey's cock seems to strain toward her, aching for her touch. She realized that she could easily come again just looking at him. Joey takes him into her mouth again, this time deeper than before. She moves her hand at the same pace as her mouth, first slowly, then with more speed. As Pacey began to thrust toward her, Joey moves both of her hands around his body to touch his tight ass, pushing him gently forward and taking as much of him as she could inside her mouth without making herself uncomfortable. One hand came back between his legs, slipping behind his penis to caress the sensitive skin, brushing his testicles lightly.

Pacey's thrusts grew more wild, and Joey could feel his muscles going crazy as he tried to stop himself from letting go. Trusting her instincts, she sucked even harder and gently squeezed his testicles.

"Oh my god, Jo..." he cried out. "Jo, I'm coming...I can't...I'm going to come." He pushed her away, but Joey simply moved her mouth to his, letting her hand do the work. Pacey shuddered, losing control and thrusting hard as he erupted, the creamy white liquid pouring out in a hot stream over Joey's breasts and stomach and over his own chest. He looked at her with glazed eyes, opening his mouth to speak, but Joey stopped him with a passionate kiss. She crushed her chest against his, smearing the sticky remains between them. "Jo..." he gazed into her deep brown eyes, which are still hazy, and then surveys the mess. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be...I would've been sorry if you hadn't," she grinned, and held up her sticky hands. "I was also always told you should wash your hands thoroughly before leaving the bathroom anyway." Pacey smiles back, moving to kiss her again.

After getting cleaned up and dressed, Pacey took Joey's hand and they left the bathroom together. The sales clerk gives them an incredibly dirty look as they head toward the door. She had probably heard the entire thing from outside, but neither of them cared. Pacey was worried Joey would regret her impulsive move, but she looks as if she rather enjoyed shocking the old woman.

"Thanks for letting us use the bathroom!" Joey calls back at they open the door, and Pacey's tries hard not to burst out laughing right there. The woman just glares at them, but Pacey hears her murmur: "Young punks, have no respect for anything," before they walk outside.

Once they're both a few steps away from the door, Pacey and Joey both turn to each other and burst out laughing.

"Did you see the look on her face?" Joey exclaims.

"Priceless." Pacey chuckles, but immediately starts worrying about what this means for them. Joey sees his expression change and heads him off.

"I think the next port we pull into, we should give this another try..." She wraps her arms around him.

"Oh really?" Pacey asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, definitely. Or maybe we shouldn't even bother to wait until then, you know?" Joey remarks coyly.

"I second that idea." They link hands again and head off down the street, back toward the True Love.

"I know we just had breakfast, Pace, but I'm kind of hungry again. Mind if we stop for something?" Joey stops in front of a grocery store, and Pacey smiles at her.

"Your wish is my command, Potter."