I Can't Ever Get Enough Of You
Part 1
Karen H.

Author’s notes: This fic could be seen as an alternate season finale. It takes place after another fic of mine “When the Light’s go down”, which is hosted on Nora’s site. That fic took place post 602.

I stand leaning against the doorframe of the room, watching what I'm sure is the most adorable sight I've ever seen...or at least one of them.

The way he is with her, the person he becomes they all play a small part in the millions of reasons why I love him. I mentally take note of everything, so I can later write it in my journal.

Right now I'm taken by the way he lightly strokes her back with his thumb through her lemon pyjamas, while she holds his pinkie in her clenched fist as she sleeps on top of him.

I note his eyes are closed too and they appear to be breathing in time.

I'm torn between what to do next. Do I just let them lay the way they are now and just continue to stand here watching them, or maybe I should take off my suit jacket and shoes, so I can curl up on the bed beside them. I'd rest my head on his shoulder and lace my fingers through his, and just watch them sleep.

In the end I do neither of these, instead opting for option three.

I walk around the bed, moving quietly so as not to wake them and lift his hand a little before bringing it to rest on the bed. Then, I gently pull on his other hand so that she'd let go of his finger and also rest that on the bed, before placing my hands on either side of her delicate frame and lifting her to my bosom. He stirs a little as I make my way to the exit of the room. She starts to suck on her thumb as I take her to her nursery rocking her gently as she sleeps, humming quietly.

A few minutes later I'm back standing leaning against that doorframe, this time just watching him as he sleeps. It's almost as adorable as when he has Anastacia sleeping with him. I guess that with his day off he allowed himself to be tired out by her, combined with the fact that she wouldn't go to sleep last night, so he stayed up with her so I could sleep.

I look at him more closely.

He has a little smile on his lips; he's wearing a red T-shirt that accentuates his biceps and everything else underneath that shirt. And damn how cute is he in those shorts? I bet he does that on purpose, just because he knows I go weak in the knees when he wears them.

My mind begins to wander as I realize that I've been caught up in this constant state of arousal for most of the day. I guess I have been ever since I left here this morning.

Despite the fact that Ana kept him awake for hours after he ushered me off to bed, he still woke up early to give me breakfast in bed, as he does every time when it's his day off.

Of course afterwards I had my usual run around and get dressed quickly session, because I just love to spend as much of those mornings with him lying beside me, talking to me and holding me in his arms.

So needless to say I was caught completely off guard when he came up behind me as I fixed my coat and smoothed out my hair in front of the mirror in the hallway. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me against him, and caused me to take a sharp intake of breath when I felt his erection press into my back.

He chuckled lightly into my ear as he watched the expression of my face change from one of concentration as I finished getting dressed, to one of surprise. All the while he was undoing a few buttons on my blouse, before bring his hands up to caress my breasts through my camisole.

Once my nipples were erect and I swear he knew I was aching for him, he redid the buttons on my blouse as he suckled my ear. After I was all buttoned up again he turned me to face him, placed each of his hands on either side of my face, cupping my cheeks and planting his lips firmly against mine. First sucking on my bottom lip before brushing his tongue against my lips, and then once my lips are parted, against my tongue.

I'd just about dropped to the floor, but managed to remain on my feet.

We were never like that so early in the morning. Sure there were mornings when we'd purposely wake up early so we could have sex, or there was the occasional bout of shower sex. But he'd never done that to me, turned me on before shoving me out on the streets.

And that's more or less what he did.

After his tongue plundered into my mouth he took his hands away from my face, took the file that I was holding and then broke the kiss. I was left breathless, a little dazed and on the verge of slamming him up against the wall and having my wicked way with him.

He took my hand, walked the five steps with me to the front door, kissed my cheek as he let go of my hand, opened the door, ushered me out of the house while hitting me on the ass with my file.

"Later Jo." He said handing me the file and kissing me quickly on the lips before closing the door.

I was dazed.

So needless to say I've been feeling turned on all day ever since that kiss in the hallway. The feel of his lips, his tongue against mine, his hands on my breasts. It's all pretty overwhelming.

I manage to shake myself from my daze knowing that I could probably just stand here watching him sleep for the rest of my life, but more than anything I just want curl up on that bed in his arms. I just want to be home.

As I move towards the bed I take off my jacket throwing it haphazardly towards the chair by the bed and kick my shoes off. Just as I'm about to sit on the bed I notice the little vase with fresh daisies in it on the nightstand, and I can't help the smile that plays across my lips.

God I love him, he's just the sweetest.

I remove the clip from my hair and lay down beside him, lightly brushing my lips against his cheek as I place one of my hands over his.

"Hey you." He says opening his eyes, not sounding as sleepy as I thought he would.

"Hey yourself." I reply as I lean on my elbow, our fingers now interlaced.

"Ana still asleep?"

"Mmhm, I see she tired you out. What did you two do today?"

"Oh we went to the park and Ana wanted to pick some daises."

"She wanted to pick them?"

He just nods his head and smiles at me. "You're a sight for sore eyes, you know that?"

I feel myself blush; it still touches me to hear him say things like that.

"Thank you for last night by the way, staying up with her."

"Just doing my job!"

He smiles up at me, this same smile that's been reserved for me and only me since the dawn of time and I can't help myself.

I lean down and kiss his lips, revelling in the feel of his lips against my own. We kissed this morning, but I kiss him now as though we haven't kissed in weeks and we'll never get the chance to kiss each other ever again.

We're both breathless as we break the kiss, but I still brush my lips against his forehead before allowing him to wrap his arms around me, cradling me against his chest, his hand resting on my hip.

I place my hand over his; there's a brief silence as I look at the matching wedding bands on our now intertwined fingers. I smile, still thinking that one of these days I'll wake up from this wonderful dream to discover he's not mine.

"So, how was work?" He asks as he kisses the top of my head.

"Aw, don't ask." I reply as I close my eyes, inhaling a mix of his scent, combined with the musk he wears and Anastacia's smell too. "I just want to forget I even left the house, this room." I shift my position so that I can look up at him and find that he's looking back at me with those expressive eyes of his. I trace the outline of his jaw as I continue my voice barely a whisper, "…this bed…you."

"You need to blow off some steam?" He asks, giving me a gentle squeeze.

"I would, but I'm too tired to go find a punching bag." I tell him laughing. "But you know there could be another way." I add with a sly grin on my face as I run my hand down his chest.

"Just don't wake Anastacia up; it took me an hour to get her to sleep." He says, grinning as he finishes.

"I thought that maybe you were too tired for something like this?"

"Jo, I'm never too tired for this! And besides I was just thinking about you as I was resting."

"Oh you were?" I ask him as I move on top of him. "Care to elaborate a bit more?"

"Sure."

He tilts my chin up and brings his head closer to me so he can kiss my nose, before placing both of his hands on my hips, pulling me up a little higher. I'm now aware of the fact that he's more than a little aroused as I moan when his lips come into contact with mine.

His hands move from my hips to my ass as I move one of my hands up to cup his cheek, while holding his t-shirt with the other.

I grind my hips against his causing both of us to moan and then he playfully squeezes my ass and I squeal before I laugh and break the kiss.

As I look at him I note the questioning look on his face.

"What?" I ask him as I stop laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." I reply with a light chuckle.

"It certainly doesn't sound like nothing." He replies moving his body under mine slightly, his erection rubs against me causing a moan to escape from me.

I roll off of him resting my head against the pillow for a moment before sitting up, turning my body to face him.

"Out with it!"

"You know you sent me out that door this morning feeling more than a little turned on. Actually I've been feeling like that all day."

"And that makes you laugh?"

"No, it's doesn't. Far from it actually." I tell him as he sits up to face me. "I was laughing at me, not at you or us. I've wanted you to do this all day! I actually sat in the car for about five minutes this morning before driving away…just contemplating whether to drive to work or run back in here and make love to you wherever you stood. I know I made the right decision not to come back into you."

"How was that the right decision?" He asks, with this hint of confusion in his voice.

I move closer to him, taking his hand and gently brush my lips against his.

"Because this longing I've had all day, for the last ten and a half hours." I pause for a moment as I graze his lips with my own again, trailing my hand from his jaw down his chest before settling it on the bulge in his shorts. "...it's telling me that I'm in for some pretty amazing sex. And that's why I laughed."

"Whoa there." He says moving back a little on the bed. "Talk about setting a guy up for a fall."

I cut him off by tugging on his shirt, pulling him closer to me again and kissing him as I say, "Aw shut up" into his mouth before breaking the kiss. "We both know that you love a good challenge, and besides you can fall as often as you like...we'll just be picking you back up again."

"So, where were we?" He asks suggestively as he moves closer to me bringing his hands up to cup my cheeks.

He does such wondrous things with his lips, sucking and biting on my earlobe as I pull him closer to me, so that I'm practically sitting on his lap. I move my hands into his hair as he blows into my ear before leaving butterfly kisses from my ear, along my cheek to my nose. Then he quickly bypasses my lips and buries his head in the crook of my neck.

His hands aren't idle as he does this. He has already pulled my blouse loose from my skirt and has started to undo the buttons, while I'm trailing my hands up and down his back.

Our lips crash together as he moves his hands up my stomach, past my breasts, to push the blouse off of my shoulders before trailing his hands down my arms, his touch barely a whisper.

He moves his hands to my lower spin, under the camisole, before he decides that enough is enough and tugs it upwards. We break the series of kisses and I raise my arms, allowing him to pull the garment over my head. Dawson pulls me back to him, crushing our bodies together as his lips find my own again.

I start to pull his t-shirt up as his hands move between us and he lightly rolls the pads of his thumbs over my nipples causing me to whimper and press my body closer to his. He helps me to remove his t-shirt, which I quickly toss to the side before I start to lie back pulling him on top of me.

"I love you." I whisper in his ear, my voice husky. "So, so much."

I move my hands lightly and slowly from his shoulders down his bare muscular back, bringing them to rest on his ass.

I playfully squeeze his ass as he grinds his hips against mine, our eyes now locked as I let out a moan. I pull him closer to me, this time his moan muffles mine. He leans down and kisses my forehead as he snakes his hands under my lower back, where he tries to undo the button on my skirt. I raise my hips slightly off of the bed, again causing us both to moan as he rubs against me, our eyes still locked on each other's as I bite my lip.

"I love you too," he says before moving his body slightly off of mine, causing me to groan.

It's funny but in this one instance, it hits me that it's always been like this for us, our eyes always lock. I guess it will always be like that. He indicates for me to raise my hips, and I do, allowing him to pull down my skirt, hose and panties all at once. He tosses my clothes to the floor and he starts to kiss his way up my body. He starts by kissing each ankle before placing random kisses on each leg as he moves higher towards and then past my knees, going painfully slowly as his lips are grazing my inner thighs, then the outer thigh before he moves to my stomach. He kisses around my navel and then continues his journey towards my breasts.

All this while I may have actually forgotten how to breathe.

As his hot mouth finds one of my breasts, he starts to stroke one of my inner thighs and I feel on edge already. I've been waiting all day for this.

As he rolls his tongue over my now erect nipple I can't help the moans that are escaping from me as one of my hands now rests on the back of his neck.

I'm semi-conscious of a knocking sound as I mumble "Dawson." And close my eyes.

And then all at once he's raised his head and removed his mouth from my breast.

"Did you hear that?" He asks and I open my eyes to look at him.

"Why did you stop?" I ask him confused.

"I thought I heard something." He replies as I notice his hair is all messed up and I smile at him.

"I never heard anything." I reply.

He brings his lips up to brush against mine briefly and then he kisses my chin, and then the sensitive patch on my neck and just as he buries his head in my neck I become aware of that knocking sound again.

"Okay, I heard that." I tell him as he cupped my breast.

"Well someone has great timing." He says, lightly chuckling against my ear and I still get that tingle from when he does that. I've been in love with him in some way, shape or form for the best part of 13 years, and he can still make me tingle just from a chuckle.

He kisses my forehead before moving his body off of mine.

"Just get rid of them, okay?" I tell him as he sits at the edge of the bed and locates his t-shirt. As he sits back up I wrap an arm around him and start to stroke him through his shorts, while kissing the back of his neck.

"Jo?" He murmurs and I let him go and he pulls his shirt over his head. I manage to resist the urge to just grab a hold of him and make him stay here. Thinking to hell with whoever is at the door. He stands up and then turns back to look at me.

"I'll try." He replies looking at me appreciatively before exiting the room.

"Dawson!" I call and he takes a step back to look at me as I lay on our bed. I run one of my hands from my waist up towards my breast, cupping it as I say, "Don't make me have to entertain myself."

He raises an eyebrow at me and is about to reply when there is yet another knock on the door.

"You're such a tease Jo." I hear him say as he walks away.

"Yeah." I whisper to the now empty room. "I have to be to get you back."

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