"You know, when we were younger, I thought that this was one of the coolest scenes ever." I tell him as I stand before him with butterflies in my stomach, while he sits on the bed. "Not that I ever wanted to be an exotic dancer or anything. And well...not exactly a big tank of water..." I say as I raise the glass of water above my head before pouring it’s contents over me.

I take a sharp intake of breath at the feeling of the freezing water on my body. The bra and thong I wear now drenched as water drips from my hair.

My eyes are still locked with his, they have been ever since I took off my bathrobe.

"You know Dawson." I start as I walk towards the bed. "There are a few different ways I wanted to do this..."

I put my hand out indicating for him to stand.

"...So I’ve decided to just go with it." He takes my hand as I finish, and I step away from the bed, Dawson following me.

"You know Joey, the lead in Flashdance didn’t strip!" He says and I place a finger over his lips.

"I know." I tell him as I take one of his hands, placing the other one just under my butt.

"Dawson?"

"Yeah."

"I know the dare was for me to do a sexy little strip routine for ya...but I’m gonna change it a little."

I place my hand over his, dragging his hand upwards, very slowly. "I have a question for you." I whisper as our hands reach my hip.

"Okay."

I drag his hand around to the front of my body, pushing his hand towards my clothed breast.

"Would you remember what I look like at this very moment if you were to close your eyes?" I say as I brush his hand over my breast, moaning a little as I whisper. "Oh...am I what you’d see?"

He nods his head, closing his eyes briefly as I drag his hand down my belly. Then lower, his hand resting on my inner thigh.

"I can pretty much guarantee that, Jo." He says, as I drag his hand back the way it came, towards my breast... "Although visions of you in a whipped cream bikini may be there..." towards my butt... "On occasion."

His hand now rests below my butt as I let go of his other hand, so that I can place both hands on either side of his face.

I whisper, "Good" my voice low and husky, as I lean up to kiss him.

Dawson places one of his hands on my back, lifting me a little as he pulls me closer to him. I feel his erection pressing against me and I moan into his mouth as he does the same. We stop kissing and he starts to suck on my pulse point.

"You know Dawson...I still have a little bit of a show for you."

"Doesn’t matter." He says looking at me with a grin on his face.

"Oh, but it does." I tell him as I push him away.

He groans, "Okay." And looks disappointed.

I run one hand down his chest and start to walk around him, trailing my hand over his butt.

"Are you sure you’ll remember if you were to close your eyes?" I whisper seductively in his ear, as I press myself against his back.

"Uh-huh." He whispers back.

"Dawson, look at me."

He turns his head, watching as I let go of him, reaching up to untie the black silk scarf from my hair.

He raises an eyebrow. "You about ready to break out the leather straps soon?"

I just smile at him as I place the scarf over his eyes.

"Can you see me when you close your eyes?"

He nods his head and I turn him to face me, placing one of his hands underneath my butt.

"The thing about not being able to see me..." I whisper as I start to drag his hand along the same path as before. "...not seeing what you’re doing, it hightens the senses."

I let go of his hand and it continues on it’s journey towards my clothed breast. "When you can’t see it, you have to rely on everything else. Smell..." I trail of, pausing for a moment as his hand reaches my stomach.

"Sound." I whisper in his ear, before kissing him, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. "...Taste." I trail my other hand down his chest, running a finger over the tip of his erection. "And touch."

One of his hands rests on my hip as the other brushes over my breast again. We kiss again, this time I brush my tongue against his lips.

"Wow!" I exclaim as I lie back on the bed, pulling Joey on top of me, still blindfolded. "Well that was certainly different."

As I finish Joey kisses me, placing my hands on her butt.

"You know, Dawson." She says into my mouth.

"Mmhm." I reply after breaking the kiss.

"I’m still not naked yet." Joey tells me as she climbs off of the bed, pulling at my hand.

I climb off of the bed with her help and she places my hands on either side of her thong. I lower the sides of it, it falls to the floor and she steps out of the thin piece of material.

She pulls me closer and I start to unclasp her bra, then lower the straps. Now that she’s naked I trail my hands over her body again, along this now familiar journey.

Joey reaches up and unties the scarf, letting it fall to the floor. I trail my hands over her body again, my eyes following my hands as they explore her body.

I wrap my arms around her, lift her up and kiss her. I take a step back, both of us falling onto the bed, Jo on top, straddling me.

When we stop kissing we just look at each other for a moment.

"Hey you...long time no see."

"Dawson, stop it with the chat up lines!" She says, playfully hitting my shoulder.

"Okay."

We just lay in silence for a moment, kissing occasionally.

"So was that strip sufficient enough for you?"

I lean up and kiss the side of her mouth. "Well it wasn’t exactly what I had in mind..." I say as she lifts her hips rubbing herself against the tip of my erection. "You’re insatiable, woman." I tell her as she lowers herself onto me.

"Don’t you think that my little performance deserves something?" She asks me as she starts to rotate her hips.