When Love Calls Your Name
Part 2 - I like the way
by Karen H

As the rain falls amide the bustling New York night I can't help but lay watching him sleep, the room bathed in the faint glow from the lamp on the nightstand. One of his hands rests on his chest, the other on the bed beside me.

How did we get here? How did everything lead to this point, this place in time?

He looks so peaceful as he sleeps, it's funny how I can't seem to get enough of watching something like this, but I have to leave. I shouldn't even be here.

This never should have happened.

So why then do I feel as though I'm right where I should be? Why do I finally feel like I'm home?

Or maybe I just feel like there's a sense of familiarity about this, about us.

Moving off of the bed I locate my underwear and start to dress, wondering if he'll be mad that I'm gone...again.

He knows I'm with Pacey; didn't say much about that. It seems that this has all caught him unaware too. Could we possibly be feeling something we haven't felt in nine years?

Stepping into my jeans I watch him sleep, he must be dreaming because a smile has just played across his mouth.

After that first night I spent with Dawson I tried to believe it had been a mistake, so many pent up emotions taking over. Somehow our need to express whatever we felt for one another at some point just took hold and before we knew it we had stumbled to his hotel room, collapsed on the bed and made love for hours.

I thought I had convinced myself that's all it was, but when I saw him again I knew that wasn't all it was. Having him walk into my life again appeared to be stirring something inside me again.

We'd met for a coffee and despite what I initially thought; there was not any hint of awkwardness. We seemed so natural around one another.

After coffee I took him to the Museum of Modern Art thinking he'd never been before, he listened carefully as I told him about all my favorite pieces. It was only as we were leaving that my hand somehow ended up in his and he told me he'd been before, twice.

I'd looked at him questioningly, "why didn’t you tell me you'd been here before?"

Dawson just shrugged, "you seemed so excited to be showing me something new, I just went along with it." With a grin on his face he leaned closer and whispered, "I like seeing you all excited." His free hand grazed my hip and I felt something stir in my belly.

"Is that so?" I asked my grin probably matching his as I kissed him quickly before dragging him towards the exit.

We hailed a cab and couldn't seem to keep our hands off of each other as it drove in the direction of his hotel.

After a few more thrusts I felt myself crash over the edge with his name falling from my lips, my hips still moved with his as he did the same before he collapsed on top of me.

Putting my jacket on, I look at him once more, hating the very idea of even leaving. I know I’ll see him again and probably soon, but each time I leave there’s some part of me that’s scared it’ll be the last time. Scared he’ll say it’s over.

Leaning down I kiss his forehead and as I move to stand he grabs my wrist, “where do you think you’re going?” He asks sleepily.

“To Shannon’s.” I tell him before kissing him lazily.

That’s where Pacey thinks I am. Actually, he thinks there was some inventory stuff that needed done tonight at the book store and that’s why I was working late. I also told him I’d just stay at Shannon’s because I wasn’t sure when I would get through with work and I’d hate to be lying to him even if it is a relatively small detail in the grander scheme of things.

“There’s a perfectly good bed here that you can sleep in.” He replies cocking an eyebrow at me.

“If I stay here there won’t be a whole lot of sleep.” I assure him.

“That’s not a bad thing.” Dawson replies as he cups my face in his hands and brushes his lips against mine. “I won’t get to see you tomorrow and I have to go back to Canton the day after that…” He trails off as he gently bites my ear.

“Don’t remind me.” I whisper as he pulls me closer, his hands gliding down my arms before he takes my hands and kisses the palms.

He opens my jacket and his hands move inside, caressing my breasts as his tongue finds my ear.

“Oh, what the hell…” I trail off as I help him remove my jacket before he starts to suck on my bottom lip. “I really should get some sleep though.” I manage between kisses while straddling him. “I have to work…oh…I can sleep later.”

He nods his head in agreement. “You talk too much.”

Pulling my top over my head I ask, “You mean you don’t want me for my intellectual conversations?”

Dawson pulls me closer and rolls us over before replying, “I’ll refrain from answering until I can think clearly about that.” As he finishes he kisses my nose before descending down my body, randomly kissing flesh as he undoes the zipper of my jeans.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this, know that it’s wrong. But honestly, how can something so wrong feel so right?

My mind starts to cloud over until all I can think about is what he’s doing with his tongue. “Oh.” The sound catches in my throat. This is better than sleeping. How could so much time have been wasted all those years ago when we could have been doing this?

I grasp hold of the sheet as my hips move involuntarily off of the mattress; dig my heels into the bed in some attempt to ward off the mass of explosions about to hit me. “Dawson…” I pant, my breathing ragged as I run my fingers through his hair. “Dawson, I…”

Can’t seem to think, unable to process anything…I can only concentrate on the wave of sensations about to take hold.

My hips continue to rise and fall, until everything goes dark and then light again as I crash over, my breathing out of control.

As I try to regain control of my breathing he kisses my hip, my stomach, my breast and my shoulder before kissing the side of my mouth.

“Still want to sleep?” He asks a sly grin plastered on his mouth.

I manage to shake my head as I bring my hands up to cup his face. “No.”

He leans down to kiss me. “Good.” He mumbles against my lips before he reaches for something on the nightstand.

Who needs sleep anyway?