I Can't Ever Get Enough Of You
Part 5
Karen H.

As I recheck my make-up in the mirror, the door to the bathroom unlocks and Dawson exits to our bedroom wearing black slacks and a navy blue button down shirt, his hair a little spiked. He fixes one of the cuffs and I suddenly just want to watch his every move. Is it possible for me to still be mesmerized by the least little thing after all these years of marriage?

I know for a lot of couples that spark - that little thing that has always been special starts to fade, but that’s never happened to us. Maybe it will with time but I dread to even think of that.

I watch him as he walks towards the closet, opens the door and starts to rummage for something. I stand and move away from the dresser, walking towards him, noting how his pants sit at his ass.

As I near him I put my hands around his waist. “Don’t you look yummy?” I tell him as I tiptoe and gently bit his earlobe.

“It’s not in there Jo.” He replies with a mischievous grin on his face as I let go and he turns to face me.

“What’s not in there?” I ask, playing innocent.

“Your surprise.” He answers as he touches my nose.

“What…how did you know?” I ask, mock scowling at being caught.

“After being married to you for five years, I’d think I’d know what you were up to, all your moves, all your attempts at being subtle …” He leans down slightly and kisses my lips briefly. “…when you’re really trying to find out about some surprise, they don’t work with me.” He playfully swats my ass before he walks away towards the exit of our bedroom, towards the hallway.

“I have moves you don’t know yet.” I call after him and I hear him laugh.

“Really!” He asks turning to look at me. “Well why don’t you use them?”

“Maybe I’m saving those for later.” I offer with a sly grin.

His eyes travel down my body ever so slowly, over the black chiffon material that manages to hug my curves in the right places and then back up just as slowly; he cocks an eyebrow at me and grins. “Then I can’t wait until later.” He replies before he leaves the room.

I guess I will just have to wait until later then.

I sigh and sit down on the bed, fixing one of my sandals. I knew we weren’t going out anywhere for our anniversary but it was still nice to make that effort to do something special together. With Dawson being who he is it would be really difficult for us to really have a private moment. That’s why we opted for spending our anniversary at home.

Looking around our room my eyes fall upon a picture from our wedding day that sits on top of one of the nightstands. I smile as I continue to remember that day, how we danced at the place were we got married as our song “forever tonight” played (Todd had a little cd player so he could play that).

I run a finger over the picture, smiling before I open the top drawer, take a few candles out of the drawer and place them on top of the nightstand. I also remove a small packet from the drawer and sprinkle some rose petals on our bed. I also remove a box that contains part of Dawson’s gift.

I descend the stairs and hear the faint sound of music coming from the living room. The door is ajar and there is a steady stream of light coming through the gap. I can’t make out what song is playing but I can hear Dawson singing an occasional line, which causes me to smile. I love when he sings.

As I approach the door he calls to me. “I’m not ready for you to come in yet Jo.”

How did he know I was out here? I almost ask him but then I remember that there is a creaky floorboard at the entrance to our room and I, more than likely, stood on it.

“You can go through to the dinning room and I will be with you in one minute.” As he finishes he pokes his head around the door and smiles at me.

“You’re up to something.”

“So what if I am. You’ll know what it is soon enough.”

Neither of us moves after he says that, we just look in each other’s eyes for a moment. He knows that if he didn’t wait there, I would try to sneak a peak at what he has planned in there and I was hoping he’d move away so I could steal a look. Not wanting to admit defeat but feeling there was no other option; I turn a walk into the dining room.

The table is set for the two of us, with three candles lit at the center of the table and a vase containing some white roses at the side. The tables already set, the wine is in the ice bucket, or maybe that’s champagne. Everything is here except…

And there he is.

He enters the room so quietly that I don’t hear him enter or know he’s there until he’s wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Hey gorgeous!” He says before kissing me on the cheek. “You hungry?”

“I’m absolutely starving.” I reply as he lets me go and pulls the chair out for me.

“Well take a seat and dinner will be served in a minute.” I follow his instructions and he pushes the chair in for me.

“You know, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble…” I begin and he cuts me off.

“You always do the cooking Jo. And I feel I should cook for you every once in a while.” He says as he walks towards the kitchen that is situated just off of the dinning room. “After all, Mom gave me some great cooking lessons and so did Bodie. It’s not as though the food is gonna be that bad.”

“I know I just feel kinda…spoiled.”

“Good.” He replies before disappearing inside the kitchen. “Dinner will be served in one minute.”

“Well, that was delicious.” I say as I wipe my mouth with the napkin and place it on my plate.

“Don’t you want some desert?” Dawson asks.

“I’m totally stuffed, I couldn’t eat another thing.”

“Coffee?”

I shake my head, no. “I’m good now.” I reply as I stand up and gather up our plates, taking them into the kitchen. I take the dishes over to the sink and start to the run the water as Dawson enters the room and places the wine glasses by the sink.

“What are you doing?” He asks as he leans against the counter folding his arms.

“I was planning on doing the washing up.”

“Why now?”

“Because they need to be done.” I reply as he moves to wrap his arms around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder.

“Why…” He begins as he starts to kiss my shoulder. “Don’t we just leave the washing up until tomorrow?” As he finishes he lowers one of the straps on my dress.

“Ah, but if they’re done now then we could stay in bed for longer tomorrow.” I reply as he gently nibbles on my earlobe.

“We could always leave them for now and stay in bed longer tomorrow.” Is Dawson’s response.

I turn my head to look at him. “Go on.”

He turns me to face him and picks up the dishtowel that was beside the sink and starts to dry my hands. “If you leave this for now…” He kisses my lips quickly. “Then we could go into the living room, get more comfortable, and…” He kisses me again, sucking on my bottom lip. “I could give you your surprise.” As he finishes he brings my hand up and kisses my palm.

“Surprise?”

“You mean to say you forgot?” He asks surprised. “Not possible.”

“Well…” I trail off wrapping my arms around his neck and raising my head towards his, bringing my lips to meet his. “Maybe we could leave this until tomorrow…afternoon.” I finish, grinning at him.

He leans down and captures my bottom lip with his own, leaning me against the counter as one of my hands snakes inside the back of his pants and I start to pull his shirt free. One of his hands moves into my hair before he briefly cups my cheek with his palm before moving it down to cup my breast through my dress and I open my mouth to allow his tongue entry.

He must know how turned on I am by now as my nipples are erect, but this isn’t totally lost on him either as I can feel the bulge in his pants. We break the kiss, both of us breathless and he fixes one of the straps on my dress that had fallen down.

“Maybe we should move this into the living room.” I whisper, both of my hands now on his shoulders.

“Maybe.” He says before kissing me quickly and taking my hand, leading me out of the kitchen. “There’s a little something I have to take care of.” He tells me as we enter the dinning room again. “It will only take a moment.”

“I guess that’s my cue to wait here then?” I reply rolling my eyes. “This all better be worth it you know. I don’t mean to add more pressure… and dinner was great, but we’ve been married for five years and you should know by now…”

He stops me by kissing me, bringing one of his hands up to caress my breast, before pinching the nipple causing me to gasp, therefore allowing his tongue to enter my mouth again. Our tongues dance for a moment as his hand starts to wander towards my ass and he breaks the kiss once it’s there.

“I should know by now how impatient you can be. And I promise I will make it quick.” He swats my ass and then exits the room.

I sit down on one of the chairs and remove one of the roses from the vase. I should know by now that if I am to receive flowers from Dawson then they will be either daisies or white roses.

I snap the flower part off of the stem, leaving just enough for me to be able to tuck the flower behind my ear. And just when I feel I could quite easily get lost in a day dream, he calls my name and I turn to see him leaning against the doorframe.

“Are you sure you are ready for me now?” I ask, a hint of sarcasm evident in my voice as I rise from the chair.

“Yes, I think I am.” He replies as I walk towards him, lacing my fingers in his and we walk towards the closed living room door.

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