Only in Your Dreams: Chapter 1

Summary: During the pilot episode Dawson asks Joey to come to the movies with him, Jen, and Pacey so Jen won't feel awkward. So this is my way of spicing it up.
Author's Notes: I'm sort of rewriting Season 1. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do but this story is sort of going to parallel the show, you'll understand more when I finish the next chapter.

Joey walked along the pier shuffling her feet against the sidewalk as the wind blew through her hair. She was losing Dawson she realized that now. He had changed so much in the past few days. Just that past Saturday he was denying his raging hormones, and now he was following Jen Lindley around like a lost puppy dog.

"Hey Joey," Dawson called riding up next to her on his bike, "I need a favor."

"Uh oh," Joey replied walking along side him.

"I have a semi quasie-date with Jen tonight, we're going to the movies with Pacey and I need you to come with us."

"I'd rather go down in a plane crash." Joey said the sound of Jen's name giving her a nauseous feeling.

"Come on," Dawson nagged, "it's going to be really weird with just two guys and Jen you would even it out."

"Well so would it appear as a double date."

Dawson twitched his nose thinking for a moment, "Sort of but not really, Pacey's on this hormonal mission."

"Have you had an aneurysm?" She asked, cutting him off and shaking her head. "No way!"

"It's not like a date, date," He tried to reason. "It's just so that Jen won't feel uncomfortable."

"We wouldn't want that," Joey replied sarcastically bitterness obvious in her voice.

"Come on Joey Please," He was begging now putting on the puppy dog lip, "please, please, please, please, please!" Dawson paused looking at her seriously stepping off of his bike, "Joey, please."

She let out an exaggerated sigh shrugging her shoulders and looking down at her feet. "Whatever."

"Thank you!" He answered excitedly wrapping an arm around her. "You're the best I mean it." Noticing the change of expression Joey was emitting he shifted uncomfortably. "Look I know your worried about our relationship and everything but I told you, nothing has to change we can talk about anything." He let out a giddy smile as he took off on his bike leaving Joey staring at the ground.

Joey folded her arms over her chest as she stared after him. Letting out a deep breath she turned her direction and marched over to find some one she could lay her frustrations on.

~*~

Pacey sat in front of his mirror fixing his hair and practicing kissing faces at his reflection. This was going to be his big night, every teenaged boy's fantasy. Tamara Jacobs was his dream goddess, her soft seductive voice, her wicked eyes, the years of experience he always craved for. Sure it was odd to be chasing after a woman who was easily twice his age but none of the women in his age bracket popped his cork, or at least showed any interest in him what so ever.

"Hey there," he practiced snapping his fingers out. "No, no, no," he shook his head clearing his throat, "How are you doing?" He rolled his eyes back in frustration running his hands through his hair, "That's not going to work, Witter," he told himself.

Just then his door flew open and he was hurled against his bed, his back was against the wall and a hand grasped firmly around his neck. "I don't know what you're intentions are exactly but right now they are ruining my life." The petite brunette sneered her grip strong and her eyes on fire.

"Look Josephine," he winced as her grip tightened cutting off his air supply. "Listen Joey, I don't know what you're talking about but if it means your unhappiness I must have done something right." She pulled her hand back shoving him back against the wall with more strength. "How'd you get in here anyway?"

"I let myself in; your parents never were much for maintaining your safety while out of the house now were they? Seeing as the door was neither locked nor closed completely." She answered her voice still hard and rough.

"Well they must have assumed all of the loons were locked safely away in the asylum," he smiled trying to ignore the strong pinch in his neck.

"Obviously not since you're still residing in these commercial accommodations."

"Look I'll answer any of your questions as soon as you let me go," Pacey reasoned struggling under her strength.

"I'll let you go when you answer my questions," Joey responded raising a brow.

"Then I guess I'm not talking."

"Then I guess they'll have to find your body."

"Alright, alright you win," he flailed his arms finally regaining his composure and hurled her off of him. Breathing heavily he inched across the bed creating a great distance between them. "What have I done now?"

"Many a thing," Joey said shifting over the edge of the bed, "but I guess we can tackle one problem at a time starting with this whole double date experience that you have orchestrated for tonight's events."

"Double date?" Pacey asked confused raising a brow. "I don't recall any such rendezvous' that I agreed to or arranged."

Joey furrowed her brows; "Well Dawson said that-."

"I asked Dawson to come with me so I could meet up with someone else, he agreed and that is my extent of the knowledge of this situation."

"See," Joey sighed, "I knew that, I was just hoping that I was wrong and that-."

"I was trying to hook up Dawson and Jen for the evening in an attempt to sabotage your life entirely." Pacey finished nodding in understanding.

"Well obviously I had to find someone to blame and you're so easy to vent my frustrations on because I can kick your ass so easily."

"Sure, but I swear to God if your weren't a girl you would be a bloody pulp right about now," Pacey said absently putting his hand on her shoulder then immediately taking it away. "Is that all?"

"Not exactly," Joey sighed worrying her lower lip between her teeth.

Pacey rolled his eyes, "What are you going to make me do now."

"You Pacey J. Witter, will be my boyfriend for the evening." She said taking his hand in hers.

"No, no, no I don't think so," he shook his head scrunching his nose slightly.

Joey maneuvered his hand behind his back twisting it around and pinning his chest against the bed roughly. "Oh yes, yes, yes weakling," she replied twisting his arm further.

"And what exactly is the purpose of your twisted plan," Pacey struggled flinching from the pain.

"Well Dawson's reaction to it will show Jen that he cares a little too much and she'll realize that he's a lost cause."

"And if that doesn't work?"

"I'll scare her away."

"You're so cute when you're delusional," he said sarcastically into his mattress. "And I'm doing this for you why?"

"I'm saving you, Pace."

"From what?"

"From whatever delusional plan that you're conspiring in that little peanut sized brain of yours."

"And what makes you think it won't work?" He asked still trying to shift out of her hold.

She leaned over brushing her nose against his ear, "Trust me," she breathed her breath hot against his neck, "she doesn't want you." She released her hold rolling off the bed and walking towards the door, "Bye sweetheart," Joey said stopping in the doorframe, "and wear something cute."

Pacey gave her a dirty look as he stretched his arms and watched her disappear down the stairs. That woman would wreck him, he could tell.

~*~

The four of them met at the Ice House standing awkwardly and saying hellos. Joey wrapped herself around Pacey's arm and he gave her strange looks only getting flirtatious laughs and shoves in return.

"Joey what are you doing?" Dawson asked staring at her confused.

"Well this is a double date isn't it?" Dawson nodded, "And since you got Jen that means that I get Pacey." Joey entwined her fingers with Pacey's; "We better get the theater before the movie starts." She said dragging him behind her.

Pacey gave Dawson and exasperated look as Dawson shrugged behind them along with Jen. "So," Jen began walking along side Joey, "how long have you and Pace been a thing?"

"Oh a long time," Joey replied waving a hand at her. "He's a great boyfriend and a great lay if you know what I mean," she said nudging Jen's shoulder and wiggling an eyebrow. "He's huge, you know, in that place that really counts, just look at his fingers." She pulled his hand in front of her face to demonstrate.

"Nice," Jen said sarcastically snickering slightly.

"You a virgin?" Joey asked.

"Joey!" Dawson finally said pushing her slightly.

"Well I mean Pacey was new at it when I got to him and he was really confused and lost so when I'm done with him I'm sure he'll be able to show you a good time." Joey smiled wickedly.

"Joey!" Dawson repeated.

"Well yes Joey I am a virgin, but I'm sure I can find my own guy," she glanced over at Dawson who turned a shade of crimson.

"Oh no, you don't want a virgin like Dawson, they make horrible first encounters and you want it to be memorable," she pushed Pacey in front of her, "like Pacey."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"And his tongue, it's magical. He is the greatest kisser I've ever experienced and he knows exactly where to put those hands it's amazing!" She said pushing Pacey against a store window kissing him hard. His hands up in surrender until he finally relaxed pushing her against him. Her hands pushed around frantically on his chest as her tongue explored his mouth, her knees went weak but she didn't want to stop as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. Suddenly she remembered that she had never kissed a boy before. That in the back of her mind she was always saving herself for Dawson, yet here she was her tongue battling Pacey's a moan escaping their lips. Pacey lifted her up slightly before bringing her down and breaking away. "Wow," she breathed heavily adverting her eyes from his gaze.

"Yeah wow," Pacey nodded shifting from foot to foot, "we probably shouldn't do that ever again."

Joey nodded slightly stunned before following a shocked Dawson and a giggling Jen to the movie entrance.

Pacey shrugged smugly, placing an arm around Joey's waist, "What can I say the girl can't take her hands off me," he slid his hand down pinching her ass.

Joey elbowed him in the groin forcing him to keel over, "So let's buy tickets," she said reaching into Pacey's back pocket and waving around his wallet.

~*~

Pacey's eyes scanned the scarcely filled theater searching for a sign of Tamara. The four had just gotten to their seats when he finally spotted her. Ripping his hand from Joey's grasp he excused himself and jogged down the isle.

"Hey there, I thought I would find you here," Pacey said as he approached his teacher.

"Oh hi, Pacey," Tamara answered awkwardly.

"I came with my friends but I really don't have to sit with them," he suggested scooting towards the empty seat.

"Wouldn't you rather spend the evening with people your own age?" She asked glancing over her shoulder towards the three.

"I spend all my free time with them, you I'm restricted to school hours." He said slyly. Tamara grinned slightly at his persistence but was quickly interrupted.

"Sweetheart, I can't leave you any where!" Joey said pulling on Pacey's shoulder. "I know I broke your heart with the whole baby scare and that you're in a fragile state right now but I've decided that we can work through this."

"Jo, what are you doing?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"I know you're lost right now," She acted pleadingly, "I am too, and I think the love that we share can bring us through this!"

"Is this your girlfriend?" Ms. Jacobs asked curiously.

"Yes it is Ma'am," she emphasized holding out her hand, "and he's obviously on the rebound."

Tamara snickered at this raising a brow, "Well Pacey I think you've found a wonderful young lady, so why don't you go work things out and enjoy the movie together."

"But," Pacey struggled out as Joey dragged him back to their seats, "Jo, I am going to kill you and take great pleasure in doing it slowly and gruesomely!" He sneered.

Joey pinched his cheek between her forefingers, "Aw I love when you talk dirty to me."

He shook his head in denial, "its official you've gone crazy!"

~*~

The movie had been going on for twenty minutes or so by now and Joey was already bored out of her mind. She glanced over at Dawson who was working his hand into Jen's trying to wait for her consent by being as subtle as possible. She rolled her eyes trying to overcome her anger. She then looked over at Pacey who was still gazing at his English teacher with lost eyes, God he could be stupid sometimes.

Joey shifted slightly in her seat taking a deep breath as she placed her hand a top Pacey's stroking it slightly. He jumped out of his trance staring wide eyed at his hand and then back to the screen trying to ignore her. Joey glanced at Dawson through the corner of her eye as she slid her hand past the arm rest onto Pacey's thigh. He gasped breathing heavily scared of what her next move would be, hating her for talking him into whatever exactly she had. She stroked his thigh lightly before moving her hand over his crotch. Pacey tightened his grip around the arm rests working his lower lip between his teeth as his breathing continued to increase.

His heart was racing and he could feel all his blood flowing to the worst place possible as her fingers continued to dance over his jeans. He bit harder on his lower lip fighting off the escaping groan. "Jo," he half moaned half sternly addressed.

She smiled innocently at him her hand still stroking him as she glanced over her shoulder at Dawson who was staring intently at her hand. "What?"

"This," he said clearing his voice adjusting it to a whisper, "this is cruel and unusual punishment and I suggest you stop before I do something to you that will embarrass you equally if not worse."

"Aw, is Pacey afraid that little Pace wants to come out and play?" She teased.

"Jo," he repeated almost painfully, placing his hand on top of hers and removing it from his lap, "I'll be right back."

Realization finally hit her as her eyes widened following his path to the theater door. She blushed sinking back down into her seat trying to pay attention to the film but her mind wondering back to Pacey, the bathroom, and him relieving himself from her touch. Suddenly her mind wondered to uncharted places. Pacey kissing her, Pacey with his shirt off, Pacey's ass, Pacey holding her close, Pacey laughing, Pacey smiling at her, Pacey's hot breath against her neck. She shook her head shifting in her seat and resting her head against her hand. Her raging hormones were finally getting the best of her and her attention was shifting from her 'thang' for Dawson to her desire to jump Pacey.

She glanced back over at Dawson who had finally grasped Jen's hand within his and they sat innocently watching the screen. Joey rolled her eyes away trying to overcome her jealousy. She looked over at Pacey's chair and realized that she missed him. She shook her head again tucking her hair behind her ear and licking her lips realizing the lipstick Bessie had applied had long since faded.

Minutes later he returned sliding into his seat and trying his best not to look at her. The scent of her got to him immediately as he stared off at the isle. Ice cubes, he thought to himself, he shook his head when that didn't work, my sisters, he thought of them, Gretchen, Carrie, Gretchen's foot, Carrie's elbow, Gretchen's earlobe, Carrie's pinky. He let out a sigh removing his hands from the arm rest and folding them over his chest his lips tight together staring at the movie.

~*~

The movie ended and the group worked their way out of the theater. Dawson kept his hand lightly in contact with Jen's while Pacey and Joey kept as much distance between them as possible. Pacey's eyes caught a glimpse at Tamara as his gaze followed her. Joey looked over her shoulder towards his glares direction. Tamara looked over at him and smiled. Joey rolled her eyes in frustration walking over to Pacey and wrapping her arms around him kissing him briefly.

"What are you doing?" Pacey groaned.

"Saving you from making the biggest mistake of your life," Joey said shifting out of his embrace. He held onto her trapping her from escape, his eyes shifting between Tamara's gaze and Joey's.

He sighed pulling her closer, "You minus well make it worth it," he said in a husky tone. He smothered her lips with his own his hands resting on the smalls of her back as he slid his tongue over hers.

After a moment Joey pushed him away, "Cretin!" She yelled.

"Oh you wanted it," Pacey said his voice shifting back to banter.

"Bite me!"

"Tell me when and where."

She rolled her eyes walking back up to Dawson and Jen her heart fluttering as she brought her fingers to her lips.

They reached the Ice House and said good byes before parting ways. Dawson walked along with Jen as they approached their houses. "So it must be hard having to be stuck with Pacey and Joey like that all the time," Jen said smiling slightly.

"Oh no don't pay attention to them," Dawson said shaking his head. "They were just trying to embarrass me and scare you off."

Jen took his hand in hers, "Well you can tell them that it didn't work very well." She kissed him softly on the cheek before pulling away blushing slightly. "Good night, Dawson." She finished running up the path glancing over her shoulder towards him.

~*~

As soon as Pacey had gotten home he had taken a cold shower and changed into a wife beater and sweats. He ran a hand through his damp hair sighing in defeat. Not only had he blown his opportunity at seducing his gorgeous teacher, but he couldn't stop thinking about Joey.

He walked through out his empty house because his parents had taken Doug out to celebrate something wonderful he had done. He often wondered when he would be the apple of his father's eye, when Doug would finally screw up. But no, he was still here at home alone wondering why he was such a screw up.

A loud knock rang through the entrance way and Pacey groaned walking over the door. He opened it to find Joey on the other side. She charged in pushing him against the stairs. "What exactly do you thing that you were doing tonight?" She asked lunging forward.

"Excuse me?" Pacey asked shifting on the stairs.

"What did you think you were doing?" Joey repeated approaching him intimidatingly as he scrambled up the stairs.

"Are you insane?" Pacey asked his voice raising.

"You kissed me!" She said in almost shock her finger pointing at him accusingly.

Pacey stood up standing in the doorframe of his room, "Yeah after you kissed me," he paused looking at her strangely his voice cracking, "twice!"

Joey stalked him into his room pushing him into the bed, "I did it to protect you."

Pacey shook his head standing back up towering her. "That's it I'm sick of this, I'm not going to let you push me around anymore," he said tossing her against the bed like she had just done.

"You can't do that!" Joey said pulling him down rolling over before he fell onto the bed.

"I'm sick of this sick mating ritual we're engaging in!" Pacey said rolling on top of her, "You can't ram your tongue down my throat and expect me not to react to it!"

"Excuse me," Joey said rolling them over so that she was on top of him, "I didn't know this was some ritual."

Pacey shook his head taking dominance once again, "You give me a hand job and expect no sexual overflow? As if there wasn't any tension before that? You're so clueless!"

Joey took pushed him over, "You think I don't know that? I'm not as oblivious as Dawson, Pace! I know what I want."

He shifted his weight over her again pinning her firmly this time, "Then come and get it," he said huskily as she wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him wildly. They clawed at each other years of built up sexual tension finally being released as he pulled her jacket off her shoulders.

Joey broke away staring into Pacey's dark eyes then kissing his forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, any part of his face she felt fit before meeting his lips again trailing her hands down to the hem of his tank top. She needed to feel his skin, to smooth her hands over the contours of his back. Curling her fingers under the edge she brought it up over his head, friction caused by his sweat-glazed chest. Pulling away for a moment his eyes searched her hazel ones which were now dark with flecks of grey dancing in the soft moonlight from his window.

Taking cue Pacey brought the material of Joey's shirt over her head gazing at her for a moment, her golden skin was still tan from the summer and had a silver glow in this light. He didn't know exactly what they were doing or exactly what they would be doing five minutes from now, all he knew was how good it felt, how right it somehow was. She let out a soft whimper before he began kissing her neck, nuzzling his nose over the black strap of her bra then trailing kisses down to her belly button, tasting the salty flesh. His hands smoothed over her milky thighs so soft and smooth that they practically slid like ice.

"Pacey," she finally said lifting his head off of her lower torso. "I'm not going to have my first time be hate sex."

Pacey nuzzled his face in her stomach feeling the warmth of her skin, "I don't hate you," he said looking up at her.

She sat up bringing his face to hers, "We can't do this now, it's not fair to either one of us."

He stared into her eyes for a moment searching for answers, "Why is it not fair? I know it's not because of Dawson."

"And how is that?"

He leaned her back against the bed sweat condensing at his temples as he stroked her cheeks, "Because if you wanted him nearly as much as you wanted me, you wouldn't be here right now."

"But it's not all about want," she sighed not able to break out of his gaze, "I'm not going to sleep with you just because I have a major sexual attraction to you."

"What if I said I was in like with you?" He questioned nuzzling their noses.

"In like?" She rose a questioning brow.

"Yes," he nodded, "completely and madly in like with you."

She smiled, "Then I'd say that you were still stuck in your adolescent twelve year old Jennifer Love Hewitt crush."

"What if I said I couldn't imagine this moment with anyone else?"

"Pacey," Joey said giving him an aggravated look, "you're trying too hard now."

Pacey nuzzled into her neck breathing softly into her ear, "What if I told you I meant every word?"

"You're a smooth operator Mr. Witter," she laughed as he continued lightly nibbling her ear lobe. "But words and sweet nothings may sound good but they don't always add up to everything you intended."

He lifted his head looking back at her, "What do you mean by that?"

"You can tell me you me you need me all you want but it won't stop me from thinking that you're only talking for lil' Chico," She said nudging down.

He rolled his eyes, "Well you do realize that he's involved right?" Joey nodded a playful smirk dancing on her face. "And he doesn't appreciate the fact that you have such a low opinion of him. It makes him feel like he's a piece of meat."

"Oh really?" She asked raising a brow.

"Yeah," he nodded, "and he really wants to meet you," he paused, "but it's obvious that you just don't like him."

"I think he's lying," she corrected.

"How's that?"

"I met him earlier tonight and he liked me quite a lot actually." She shifted glancing at Pacey's alarm clock, "But it's getting really late so we'll have to postpone any proper introduction to a later date." Joey kissed Pacey's forehead before shifting up and replacing her shirt.

"You're killing me here, Jo," he groaned stretching and wiping her eyes.

She held his face in her hands and gave him numerous pecks, "Just give me some time, I mean you've already lived fifteen years sex free what's a few more months."

"Months?" Pacey's voice cracked.

She smiled, "Months, weeks, days," she shrugged flashing a half smile, "It's all the same right." She kissed him one last time before finally walking towards his door. Pacey smiled resting his hands behind his head watching after her. "Oh yeah and Pace," Joey turned in the door frame, "try to stay away from your teachers till then, okay?"

He nodded his grin widening as she disappeared down the stairs.

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