I Can't Ever Get Enough Of You
Part 8

When I wake the sunlight is streaming in our bedroom window, I'm laying on my tummy, facing Dawson, one of my hands in his. He is lying on his stomach too, facing me but his eyes are closed. I just watch him for a moment, content to let him sleep.

It's really been five years of this. Though it all: the misunderstandings, the kisses, Anastasia, the tender moments, the love making...this is my favorite part. Waking up beside him everyday, well give or take a few for the times either of us was away on business or when I was having Ana.

I scoot closer to him, moving onto my side as I do. I trace his stubbly jaw line; trace his lips before running a finger down his chest before I kiss him briefly.

He wrinkles his nose as I lean on one elbow, watching him some more, one of my legs in between his. I blow lightly on his face and he wrinkles his nose again as I move my leg slightly, his breath catches in his throat and I suppress a giggle. I run my hand down his chest again, allowing it to drift lower.

"You know that's not fair, right?" He says taking the free hand and placing it on his chest, his eyes still closed. "I was having this pretty amazing dream and you just pulled me from it."

"Oh I am truly sorry." I reply mock sincerity in my voice as I move my leg again and his breath catches in his throat once more as he opens his eyes.

"You don't play fair."

I shrug. "Why play fair when you can play dirty?" I cock an eyebrow at him, grinning as I place our linked hands on one of my breasts. "What were you dreaming of?"

"Oh nothing important, just the wife doing this sexy little strip number." He replies, his eyes drifting from mine to the fallen comforter that exposes my other breast. "I see you skipped that part."

"Mhmm." I reply, leaning forward to brush my lips against his as I remove my hand from under his.

"Morning." He says against my lips as he lets go of the hand on his chest. "Sleep well?"

I nod my head sliding closer to him and he starts to trace the outline of my nipple.

"You know, a guy never gets tired of waking up like this."

"A girl never gets tired of waking her guy up like this." I reply as he moves onto his side and I take his other hand again. "There are a lot of things I never tired of."

"I have a feeling you are gonna share that with me."

"Isn't that what marriage is all about?" I reply, leaning in to kiss him. "I never get tired of kissing you." I say as I take his other hand. "Or touching you." I move closer to him, until my body is touching his side before rolling on top of him, kissing him as I rock my hips against his causing him to moan into my mouth. Breaking the kiss, I sit up so I am straddling him. "But you know what else I love and never get tired of?"

He cocks an eyebrow at me suggestively and his eyes trail down my naked torso as he trails a hand down my arm, then my hip before he lightly strokes my thigh as he looks at me again. "Putting the moves on me?"

I smile at him as I cup his cheek with one hand and lean my body into his, my breasts moving against his chest as I lightly kiss him. "Oh that's definitely something I don't get tired of. But I was going to say..." I kiss him quickly. "Knowing I have captivated your attention." As I finish I trail my hand down his chest and as I move off of him I gently squeeze his semi-erect penis before climbing off the bed, walking towards our bathroom. "See," I call over my shoulder. "You can't take your eyes off of me."

Fifteen minutes later I open the bathroom door wrapped in a towel and he standing right in front of me, his arms folded. "That was cruel!"

"Wasn't it just!" I grin at him as I lean against the doorframe.

"You know I should do something equally cruel to you."

Intrigued I ask, "And what would the vengeful Mr. Leery do to his oh so cruel wife?"

"I should say something like, no sex for a week..." He trails of to see my reaction.

I open my mouth about to protest before crossing my arms. "That sounds like more of a double punishment for you, don't you think?"

"Not really." He replies stepping towards me. "I can show better restraint than you, we played this game before and if memory serves me well, you seduced me."

"Using you hand doesn't count as restraint." I retort sidestepping his outstretched arms. "How about we try that one."

"Try what?" He asks questioningly.

"No sex for a week." I reply grinning at him. "No taking care of it yourself. We'll see who breaks first." I finish lightly poking him in the chest with my finger. "That'll teach you."

"Wh- maybe we should ya know, do it one more time before." He says cocking an eyebrow at me as he steps forward, his hands moving inside the towel wrapped around me. "You know it drives me wild when we have sex and your hair is all wet."

Once he finishes he kisses the side of my mouth, pulling my still damp body closer to his naked body. He kisses the other side of my mouth as he caresses my butt before trailing one hand up my body, cupping my beast.

He won't break me.

"You know you want to Jo." He says against my cheek, his breath hot.

"Daw-" I begin but he cuts me off.

"Just once." He whispers against my ear before blowing on the lobe and gently biting it. His hands trial down the front of my body and back up and he cups my face before kissing me, sucking on my bottom lip.

I refuse to give in. I move my lips against his, kissing him hungrily and his tongue moves against my lip, seeking entry and I grant it as I take his hands in mine before breaking the kiss.

"I'm not that weak." I reply with a sly grin on my face as I take a step backwards, eyeing him up and down. "Looks like someone is gonna be needing a cold shower."

Turning away from him I take my comb from the dresser and start to comb my hair as I hear him close the bathroom door.

Ten minutes later my hair is tied back and I'm almost dressed when the phone rings.

"Hello." I answer.

"Joey." Todd says. "There's been a complication." He adds and it sounds like he's maybe close to tears unless I'm just imagining it.

"Todd, what's wrong?" I ask walking towards the bathroom as I try to put my top on.

"They're preparing Audrey for surgery."

"Hold on Todd." Opening the door I find Dawson stepping out of the shower with the towel wrapped around his waist and he cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Couldn't wait another..."

I cut him off. "There's been a complication with Audrey."

He nods silently and follows me into our room as Todd begins to explain.

"They say that the baby is bigger than they thought and Audrey can't do a natural birth after all and they want to do something called a C-section which sounds like some new fangled procedure the guy thought up on the spot and did I mention he looks about 12?"

"Todd, you have to calm down for me. I know that sounds hard but -."

"What if I loose her?" He said his voice barely able to be heard. "I can't have that happen Joey, she means too much."

"That's not going to happen. A C-section is not some new thing the guy just made up, the doctors perform them all the time."

Todd was silent.

"They're pretty much routine these days."

"Are you sure?" He asked as I slipped my shoes on.

"Yes."

"I just kind of flipped out when they mentioned having to do surgery on Audrey." Todd says sounding chocked up causing tears to well in my eyes, I've never heard him like this before.

"There's nothing to worry about Todd, it's what they had to do when I was having Anastasia." I hear what may be a sigh of relief on his end of the phone as I hand the fully dressed Dawson the car keys and we make our way downstairs. "I was all set for natural birth when Ana turned and they had to deliver her that way. All it means is Audrey will be sore for a little while and she'll have a scar but that's it."

"A very kissable scar." Dawson mumbles and I smile taking his hand as we walk to the car.

"Dawson says that the scar is very kissable."

I think I hear him smile on the other end of the phone. "Trust Leery to think that."

"Go and be with Audrey, we'll be there soon depending on how traffic is."

"Thanks Joey."

"She'll be okay." I reply before hanging up as I get into the car. "You never said my scar was kissable before."

"Oh I did." He assures me as he starts the engine, backing out of the driveway. "You were otherwise engaged when I said it." He finishes quickly glancing at me. "Are you blushing?"

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