Rating: NC-17

Summary: Things get saucy…warning ;-)

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I will meet you in some place
Where the light lends itself to soft repose
I will let you undress me
But I warn you…I have thorns like any rose
And you could hurt me with your bare hands

Break me
Take me
Let me be in your arms
Feels like being underwater
I’ve lost control
Water kisses fill my mouth
Water fills my soul
Kiss me once…

*****

“So this is where you come from.” Audrey didn’t sound condescending, but slightly admiring. “Yes, this is where I come from.” Joey laughed in reply, raking a hand through her newly washed hair. They were on the front lawn of the B & B, having just unpacked for the week or so they’d be staying there.

“This will be fun, I promise.” Audrey told Joey as they got into the car. “I think I’m the person whose supposed to be telling you that.” Joey shrugged, amused.

“You? Yeah.” Audrey snorted, flipping her mane over one shoulder as Joey started up the car.

Joey was tired, but not so tired she didn’t want to drive over to the Leery’s with to see Gale and Lily, both of whom she hadn’t seen for a while—Bessie was already over there. When she saw little Lily and her small toothless smile, she melted and motherly instincts took over her as she played and cuddled her. Joey loved Lily—she kept it simple. Audrey watched from the couch, smiling.

“You’re looking so pretty, Joey, what’s your secret?” Gale asked, and Joey blushed. “Mrs. Leery…I think you need to direct that compliment to yourself.”

“Nonsense.” Gale smiled, and for a moment, her smile faltered.

“Uh, avocado oil?” Joey asked quickly, and Gale laughed and handed her a cup of coffee, which Joey drank thankfully. She was looking wonderful—tip-top condition for a woman nearing fifty. At least Joey thought she was nearing fifty... She knew she was in her mid-forties, at least. Joey wants to ask her if she’s okay, but controls myself. That question would only ruin the nice mood everything is in, as Gale sits down and watched Joey play with Lily. It’s a relief to be letting her hair down.

But Joey got prickles on the back of her neck when she heard familiar voices in the hallway and a door slamming.

“Ah…they’re back.” Gale says wryly, and Bessie cranes her neck. “Who?”

Gale didn’t have to answer, as Dawson strode into the room with a grocery bag, Jen, Jack and Pacey in tow, all in the middle of some little argument. Dawson went into the kitchen and the three of them stood and smiled at Joey. “Hey.” Jack, Jen and Pacey said in unison, and Joey got up.

“Hey.”

Dawson came out of the kitchen and smiled slowly at them all, standing in the living room, quiet, all of them trying to think of something to say. Seemingly nonchalant, he walked around to pick up his little sister, who squealed in delight.

“Hello, my Big and handsome college boy, kiss your mother.” Gale cooed, and Dawson wrinkled his nose as Pacey and Jen sniggered.

Sure, big, handsome… and out of control…? Dawson looked up and saw Joey looking at him, and they shared a quick, uneasy smile.

Dawson then went over to Jen and kissed her.

*****

Dawson was hungry and wolfed down his lasagne and salad like a caveman. His Mom watched disdainfully but amused, and remarked that obviously, he doesn’t eat at school. Her anxiety about his eating habits was comforting to him. Joey sat across from Dawson, Audrey next to her, playing with Lily. Jen and Jack were with Grams and Pacey was with his family.

Joey was picking at her food, and impulsively, Dawson hoped she was okay—she always seemed so stressed, she needed to lighten up…god, why is he even thinking of that? He smiled, thinking of the other thing, the other woman who was waiting for him across town. He was already growing hard. Joey’s leg brushed against his under the table and he jolted slightly, his face flooding with heat. Joey smiled apologetically, and he smiled back, laughing inwardly—well, he was super sensitive.

Gale and Bessie walked into the kitchen with dishes, and Dawson leaned back in his chair. His eyes lingered over Joey quickly, hoping she wouldn’t notice, and she sat swishing a glass of wine, pretending she didn’t notice his look.

On an impulse, Dawson wondered how she orgasmed. Loudly, screaming? Or quietly…did she orgasm at all? Now he was very aroused, and he mentally kicked his own ass. It was so quiet…the only noise was the two women chattering in the kitchen, and Lilly banging her fork on her bowl, sensing a discomfort. Joey scratched her neck, looking nervous, and Dawson sighed. Jeez. How did things get to be like this?

”So…are you staying here long?” he asked.

“No. Just a week, to relax.”

“Which you will do.” Audrey said, rolling her eyes and tousling Lily’s sparse hair.

“Well—I gotta go. Tell mom dinner was nice.”

“Okay.” The two of them echoed as he walked out.

Audrey flickered an eyebrow at Joey, but Joey ignored her.

*****

“Mmm, Dawson, I’m tired.” Jen moaned, snuggling deeper into the bed, and peeling his hands off her body.

“Tired? Really?” he sounded calm and efficient, and Jen rolled her eyes. They’d already had sex twice—in an hour, and now he wanted to do it again? He was insatiable. Sure, he was making up for like, eighteen years of no action, but this was ridiculous! On any other night Jen would have happily obliged, but tonight, his energetic need to do this was tiring.

“Oh, alright.” He lay back and laughed, “You know how I get when I’m around you.”

“And I feel the same way, I’m just very tired.” Jen turned and stroked his hair. She sighed as he closed his eyes.

*****

Dawson climbed the stairs with aching limbs, yawning. He needed a long, hot shower. He pushed the bathroom door open and shut it behind him, then froze. “Oh…” his small oh matched Joey’s gasp of surprise at his entry. She was in the bathtub, and had been dozing. Now she sat up, the water making waves around her, as she covered her breasts with her hands.

“I’m sorry…” Dawson fumbled for the doorknob, and shooting one more glance her way, shot out. He stopped in the hallway, breathing heavily.

Joey closed her eyes for a moment, and then she smiled softly. He’d knock next time the door was closed.

She sank back into the tub, and lazily, her thoughts started to wander. What would have happened if he had torn his clothes off and joined her…would they had made loud love in the bathtub, not caring if the water splashed over the sides? She touched herself, thinking of his broad shoulders…handsome face…the outline of his cock…

****

“Naughty, naughty.” Audrey had been travelling past, only a tiny towel attached to her waist. “Did you like what you saw?”

He just glared at her, wondering also, why they were still here. Audrey read his mind.

“Gale wanted us to stay over and look after Lily—she’s out.”

Out?

“Nighty-night, cute-ass.”

He managed a smile her way, and she laughed.

****

The impromptu party that had been thrown near the beach was lively but lazy, couples lazing around the place, drinking and talking. Joey was sitting near Jen and Dawson, holding a cup of beer and looking dreamy and sexy in a transparent cream blouse and skirt. Audrey was sitting right next to her, on her sixth beer, giggling.

Dawson was talking to some people sitting near them, about what, Jen wasn’t sure, as she watched a guy approach Joey and Audrey and start flirting with them both. Joey smiled and flirted back; liking the attention this dark-haired handsome man was giving her. Jen kept watching, wondering what they were talking about—where he went, what he did…and then she watched with fascination as they started to make out, and Audrey watched, careless-faced. Joey, miss conservative-I-have-to-know-a-guy-ten-years-before-I-hook-up-with-him kissing a stranger and possibly soon would be doing more. She nudged Dawson and his eyebrows raised…but he quickly turned back to the conversation. Jen could have sworn she saw his jaw tense up in something resembling anger.

Jen knew something was up with Dawson and Joey. Uncomfortable silences and stuff. She and Pacey had tried to analyse it and had come up with ‘differences and bullshit after his dad died.’ She gulped the rest of her beer down, remembering the other reasons—her and Dawson, duh, of course.

And now Dawson was having trouble concentrating. She quickly hopped up, dusting sand off her jeans, and nudged him. “Come on.” He followed her slightly reluctantly, darting a glace towards where Joey sat, now not kissing but smiling at the guy. Joey happened to look away and catch his eye, and distinctly, one of her eyebrows flickered. Something crackled between them and Jen shivered.

****

Joey sighed, lifting the hair up off her neck with one hand as she poured out cups of fruit punch with the other. Someone had set up the makeshift table on the beach for a bit of civilisation to which Joey was glad. Dave was sitting back with the people, and Audrey stood beside her, staring off over the ocean horizon.

Dave was gorgeous. Maybe a bit of an airhead, but a damn good kisser…

“Where’s Dawson going?” Audrey said softly, and Joey followed her eye gaze to where Dawson was, striding off down the beach. Jen was sitting back near the fire, laughing with a few people. Despite herself, Joey felt a bit anxious about him, and she put down her cup.

“Go after him.” Audrey prompted.

*****

“Dawson…”

He whipped his head around, surprised out of his reverie. “Joey…what are you doing out here?”

For once, she couldn’t speak. Her mouth went dry, and she could only look at him.

“I don’t know.” She finally managed to say.

“I think it’s out of habit…me, following you.”

“Maybe.”

“Do you want me to go?”

“I…don’t know.” Dawson admitted, not looking at her, and looking instead out at the ocean, which seemed to captivate everyone in its eye line.

“I’ll go.”

Without thinking, she turned and walked past him and down the beach back towards the fire, her throat tightening for some inane reason.

He was then grabbing her arm in a tight grip, and she struggled, only to be propelled into him. And then he was kissing her, deep, fierce kisses, which made her knees go weak and sent jolts through her. He eventually let go, after what seemed like forever but was only a few seconds of a passionate kiss. They stared at each other.

She felt lighter, as if she weighed nothing, as somehow they were sitting on the sand, their lips apart but close together.

His finger grazed over her nipple deliberately through the flimsy material of her cream blouse, and she let out a little sound, a half gasp, half groan. Dawson couldn’t believe how responsive she was to that, and he faltered, but only for a few moments. This time he was bolder, and he gently squeezed the hard little nub. Joey took in a deep breath as her head clouded over with thoughts…but her abdomen buzzed warmth. Dawson’s weight was getting arousing and heavy. His leg was pressing into hers, and his hand was sliding her skirt up, his fingers curling around her silky thigh. She sat very still as he enticed her, kissing her ear, then her neck, using his tongue and teeth to slide sensually over her skin. She was feeling very hot, and Dawson’s skin was flaming also. “Uhm…” she tried to say something but no words could come out.

She ground herself into the sand, trying but failing on her own will, to gain some control. Dawson was lying her down onto the sand, shifting so he could be face-to-face with her, and for the first time that evening, they looked into each other’s eyes. Lust. No embarrassment, doubt, fear…just black lust.

Dawson kissed Joey slowly, much more sensually and calmly then before, and she responded enthusiastically, running her hands through his hair. His kisses made her warm, her breasts ache and between her thighs tingle.

Joey’s hands felt heavy as she lifted them and smoothed them up underneath Dawson’s shirt, and Dawson’s hand joined Joey’s to peel his black shirt off, then his hand smoothed down to her skirt zip, opening it to reveal lacy white panties.

Joey was tighter then Jen, tauter, yet silky smooth and her body was responsive, even if she was slow. She was now undoing his belt buckle, at first cautiously, and then hurriedly. He was eager to slip inside her, she was so warm and wet and her hands on his back, her lips on his were making him crazy. And oh god how much had he wanted to do this as a teenager—but she had refused, he had been an idiot and refused her, and then she had gone and done it with his best friend.

Now he was living out his biggest, most insistent fantasy…along with another one. While his fingers plied Joey, his eyes travelled down her slender neck and throat, pale ivory under the moon, and feasted upon her breasts, which were small and round, tipped off with ruby-red nipples. He remembered how petite and flat Joey had been as a child when they bathed naked together. Dawson left a trail of kisses down Joey’s neck and then he sucked her nipples into his mouth, causing her to shudder. “Dawson…” she whispered, gripping tufts of his hair.

“Do you like that?” he asked throatily, grazing her navel with his tongue, and she nodded, looking down at him.

Dawson eased down Joey’s panties and parted her thighs. He began flicking his tongue around her inner thighs, and then he slid his mouth over her wet heat. “Oh god.” Joey groaned loudly, clenching her fists. “Oh fuck…”

Joey was completely incoherent as she closed her eyes and his tongue flickered over her clitoris and then labia, teasing her to within an inch of insanity. He was energetic and passionate, delving into her, kissing and nibbling until she screamed an orgasm, which left her sweaty and shivering. “Wow.” She whispered.

“Oh I’m so ready.” Joey moaned, not waiting to rest after her earth-shattering experience. “I want you in me…” Dawson obliged willingly, dropping his jeans and almost lunging onto her, nuzzling her neck. Joey and Dawson joined fingers and hands and moans and kisses as they rolled the condom on, and Joey spread her legs back onto the sand, clutching his neck.

Joey was thrusted back into the sand as Dawson entered her swiftly after a few tries, Joey moaning loudly as he sank into her. “Hmmm…”

Joey gasped and clutched his back, her eyes squeezed shut. It had only been a few moments but Joey seemed like she was about to come—something she found altogether overwhelming, along with their lustrous, rampant lovemaking.

“Are you…close?” he kissed Joey’s moving shoulder. “Yes…yes.” Joey her hair drenched with sweat and sand, as Dawson pounded into her, lifting up onto his arms and watching her face as he drove into her.

Dawson collapsed onto Joey and she moaned softly, holding him tight.

****

To be continued