"Do you realise that I’m never ever...gonna be able to walk through that door again, without thinking about what you just did to me!"

"What ‘I’ did to ‘you’?" Joey says as she starts to nibble on my ear. "If I remember correctly, you started this!"

"I started this?" I ask her questioningly as I place one hand on the small of her back.

"You had me moaning on the phone!"

"Well I can’t really argue with..." I begin as she starts to trail one hand down my chest, then my stomach, grazing my inner thigh. "...argue with that."

She places her hands on the floor on either side of my head, straddling me, her breasts swaying a little as she leans down to kiss me. The kiss is gentle at first, slow even.

Boy do I love kissing this woman.

Then she lightly brushes her tongue against my lips, seeking entrance. My lips part and I feel her tongue brush against mine. The touch enough to send a tremor from my tongue to my toes.

and I guess if that’s addiction
then I guess that I’m addicted
and I guess that I’m your junkie, fair enough
(I’m addicted)
and I guess if that’s addiction

I feel myself getting lost in Joey, as the kiss becomes more intense, hungry.

Then all at once she stops kissing me and stands up, all the while watching me.

I just lie there on the floor in front of her, naked and dazed for a moment. Trying to clear my head.

"You know Dawson, all this strenuous activity, burning some calories, I’ve worked up a bit of an appetite..."

"Well I’m a little famished too, growing boy and everything, maybe we should eat something." I say back to her as I start to tease one of her breasts with my mouth.

"Dawson!..." She starts bringing her hand down to rest on the back of my neck. "...oh." She pushes me away with the other hand. "As much as I like what you’re doing...I really need some food." She probably sees the look of disappointment on my face because she kisses me before adding. "But I will remember where we were."

I just look at her for a moment and sigh. "You promise?"

"Yes, but if I don’t get food I will not be responsible for my actions!" I move off of her and watch her as she walks towards her room. "How does pasta sound? "

I just nod my head.

"Can you put on the kettle then?" She says before entering her room.

"Sure." I call back to her as I pull on my boxers, placing Joey’s clothes on the couch.

A few minutes later. In the Kitchen.

"Hey, I hope that you don’t mind." Joey says when she sees me looking at her. I just shake my head. "I was just picking up your clothes and thought that I’d put your shirt on."

"I picked up your clothes too." I tell her as she walks over to the fridge, while I pour water from the kettle over the pasta. "Just never thought about putting on your shirt though."

She laughs as she places the jar of sauce on the counter. "That might suit you."

"Don’t go there Jo." I whisper in her ear as I start to undo the buttons of my shirt.

"Dawson..." She starts, but I silence her by placing one finger on her lips and sucking on her ear.

"The food’s cooking, who says that we can’t amuse ourselves while it cooks?"

She sighs. "You do your thing and I’ll do mine then."

She stirs the pasta and I lower the sleeves of the shirt. She allows it to fall to the floor as she reaches for the jar. She starts to unscrew the jar and I place my hands over hers, all the while still sucking on her ear. She places the lid of the sauce on the counter. I dip a few fingers in the sauce and then smear it on her stomach.

Joey gasps and then spins round to face me. "What are you doing?" She asks, trying to sound serious but her tone sounds a little playful.

I pour some sauce on my hand and step closer to her, this time smearing her breasts. "Just passing the time until dinner is ready."

She takes my hand and licks one of my fingers, her eyes never wavering from mine. "Delicious. Aren’t you going to have some?" She asks me one eyebrow raised.

I don’t have to be asked twice. I lean down, taking one nipple into my mouth and she starts to moan something.

"I really don’t...think that that’s...that’s what this sauce is...is...Dawson!" She mumbles as she runs her hand through my hair. "Dawson..." She grasps onto the counter, while I suck as much of the sauce from her breast before I straighten up and look at her.

"Yes Jo."

"Nothing." She says as she leans closer, kissing me.

"What was that for?" I ask her.

She takes my hand again, placing a finger in her mouth, sucking the sauce from it. "You had some sauce right..." She says as she kisses the corner of my mouth. "...here."

She steps in front of the cooker, stirring the pasta and walks over to one of the cupboards and takes out two plates, placing them on the counter before turning round.

She smiles at me as she runs one finger down her stomach, leaving some sauce on her finger. "You do know that dinner isn’t ready yet, don’t you?" She asks before she licks the sauce from her finger.

"And just when will it be ready?" I ask her as I step towards her.

"In a few minutes." She replies walking towards me. "What could we possibly do to amuse ourselves until then?"

"I’m sure we’ll think of something." I say as my tongue meets her sauce smeared breast.

"I don’t know Dawson, we might have to just settle for doing this." As I continue to lap up all of the sauce from her breast, she continues to moan. "Dawson...I need you."