Serendipity

Part one

This is what I always wanted them to do in season 1. Maybe it’s a little far-fetched but its what they should have done!

Rating: NC-17

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It had been his idea, primarily at first, but then she had been serious about it too. It had all started when they had unanimously agreed they were sick of being virgins and wanted to know what Pacey and Jen raved about, on the way back from seeing “Scream” at the movie theatre with Jen and Pacey.

“Why don’t *we* have sex?” Dawson said out of the blue.

“You’re not serious, are you?” she had laughed a little out of disbelief, and had had to squash her inner pangs of excitement hearing him say that.

“Well…why not? It would solve both our problems. Besides, I care about you more than anyone else.”

“Did the popcorn scramble your brain?” Joey asked incredulously as they slowed their walk by the docks.

“People make deals like this all the time in movies,” Dawson said pointedly. “We’re going against love and romance but we’re being…level headed about it. People get messed up in love and romance. People have sex in the worst situations these days…while you and me…” he trailed off, starting to think that maybe the popcorn had something in it.

“You’re crazy,” Joey said, raising both her eyebrows. “Out of all your…movie synonyms things this is the weirdest.”

Dawson had just smiled then.

“I mean…are you attracted to me at all, Dawson?” Joey blushed saying this, realizing this was the question she had always wanted to know and now she was asking it.

“Well, yeah…of course. I mean. You’re a girl, and I’m a guy. It’s science, Joey.” Dawson shrugged.

“Its not science, its sex. And you’re asking me to have sex with you which is just…” she shook her head. “You know what? Forget it. You have got to get over Jen, Dawson. She’s completely screwed with your mind. You can’t use me to…”

“This isn’t about me using you…this is about us…the next step. We’re best friends, and…” he looked down. “I guess I just want some experience, and I thought you wanted some too.”

But by the next day he had apologized to Joey for his ‘insanity’ and would understand if she never wanted to talk to him again. She had just rolled her eyes and pushed him towards Jen who was at her locker, smiling tentatively at them both.

But then Joey had brought it up the next day in the cafeteria; she actually asked him if he still wanted to do it, in the middle of the cafeteria no less.

Joey took a deep breath and said, “You’re my best friend. I mean…what if I lose it to some creep? It might as well be you.”

“I’m touched.” He bit into his sandwich.

“I mean it,” she rubbed her shoulder. “We can help each other.”

He put down his sandwich and smiled at her. “Okay.”

**** Serendipity

Part two by anne gooding

Rating: Nc-17 for extremely sexual situations between two virgins. Sigh. Very clumsy, you know.

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Joey dropped into Dawson’s room the following evening, nervous with expectation, hoping he’d at least notice she had changed her outfit a little, forgoing a jacket, wearing slightly tighter jeans, and was surprised and annoyed to see Jen and Dawson standing by the doorway, obviously involved in a conversation.

They stopped talking as soon as they noticed Joey, who mumbled sarcastically, “Sorry…” and turned to leave, but Dawson stopped her by walking over and touching her shoulder. “Hey, don’t go.”

“Yeah, Joey, I was just about to leave,” Jen said politely, crossing her arms in front of her, knowing Joey hated her but trying with everything she had to be nice, especially considering she and Joey had connected the other week when getting back at that obnoxious senior Warren for spreading rumors he had slept with Joey.

Joey shrugged and sat down on the bed, not looking at either Jen or Dawson. Dawson was smiling, however. He put his hands on his hips and said, “So…Warren, huh?”

Joey turned to Jen and Jen put her palms up in defense, “He heard it at school, I merely confirmed it.”

“You didn’t think I would hear about it?” Dawson shook his head. “I nearly fell over when some guys were discussing it in the locker room. Thanks for telling me, by the way.”

“Oh yeah, so you could laugh at me?” Joey retorted.

Jen, a little uncomfortable, waved and went out of the room, calling, “See you guys later.”

Dawson waited until Jen was out of the house before talking.

“If I had known about him I wouldn’t have suggested we…you know,” Dawson continued, still joking around. Joey rolled her eyes and flipped on the Television, and Dawson stopped kidding around long enough to get on the bed with her.

“I’m sorry…I was just…taken aback, is all. You know…you being pregnant…”

Joey snorted, “And you believed it, didn’t you?”

“What is with you?” Dawson sat up, annoyed and concerned at the same time. “What makes you think your best friend would believe crap like that?”

Joey looked down and sighed. “I don’t know. I’m sorry. I guess…I just panicked.”

Dawson nodded and lay down again, watching her.

She turned and raised her eyebrows at him. “What?”

“Nothing.’ He went back to the TV. A Chevy Chase movie.

“Just…” he sat up again.

“Do you still want to do this?” he watched her reaction carefully.

Joey nodded carefully. “Do you?”

“Yeah,” he admitted breathlessly, leaning back against his headboard.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

He had? Joey blushed, feeling the early stages of euphoria swelling inside her. She sat up on her knees and unconsciously the remote fell out of her hands. He was studying her now, his eyes sweeping over her, as if he had forgotten himself entirely, and was seeing her…or trying to see her.

Now that her desire could be expressed, Joey felt her heart beat faster as she looked back at him. He was looking cuter than usual, in a tighter than usual blue shirt and jeans, his hair tousled casually, his blue eyes smoky with…what? Confusion?

She tried to keep her aura of calm about her, even a little hostility, to keep from making a fool of herself. Could he tell? Did he know she dreamed of him kissing her, touching her…okay. She had to be composed about this, almost business like. This was experimentation. God knows, Dawson probably wanted experience so he could match up with Miss Lindley. So why was she doing this?

Because she wanted him. Because she wanted to not be a virgin anymore. Because this way, she would have something Jen didn’t. All reasons lacking in integrity and morality but for once Joey didn’t give a damn.

“So…” Dawson broke the tangent silence, “What do we do?”

“Well…we have to do it in steps, I suppose.” Joey ventured, tucking her hair behind her ears nervously.

“Like…”

”Well we have to start with…you know, making out. To get us…in the mood. Or whatever.’ “Right.” Dawson grinned a little, thinking how…weird this was. But…it wasn’t completely weird. He felt comfortable.

‘I feel comfortable though,” he blurted out. “Do you?” Joey shrugged and laughed, “A little. Yeah.”

She moved towards him until their faces were inches apart, and Dawson realized she was going to kiss him. Holy shit.

She placed her hands gently on his chest, and could feel his heart beating rapidly as she leaned in, her eyes flickering over his quickly before she closed them and placed her lips into his, hoping she was doing this right, hoping he’d kiss her back.

And he did…he opened his mouth a little, and surprised her with his tongue. Well, he did have a lot more experience in this than she did. It was like the kiss that time in detention, only…more experimental…no one was watching this time.

Joey felt brave enough to relax into him slightly, so her breasts narrowly missed brushing against him. Her hands reached up to gently hold his forearms as they kissed again, testing the waters, Dawson’s eyes flying open to see Joey’s reaction before he closed his eyes again and started to feel…kind of…hot. This was nice. Her lips were soft and full; she tasted like something…sweet and musky. He allowed himself to think of her as…a different Joey. Not as his best friend but as someone…different. As a girl, with breasts, with…a body.

He let his hands wander down her back to her waist, and then his thumb slipped under her small red t-shirt and he felt the soft, warm skin of her tummy. Okay. Okay…okay…they continued to kiss as Dawson realized he had a raging hard-on. For Joey. Well, of course. This was…biological. They were making out. It was so different to Jen. He couldn’t explain why.

She was soft, she was warm, her tongue was massing his, she was sighing…his right hand had ventured higher until he realized with a start his hand had closed over her breast, and he could actually feel her hard nipple through the cloth of her shirt. He wanted to know what it felt like to…woah. He broke away from the wet kiss breathlessly, and Joey opened her eyes, breathing heavily, her face pink.

They stared into each other for a moment, and then Joey looked away, her doubts getting the best of her. She then made the mistake of looking down, and was surprised to see a bulge in Dawson’s jeans—a large bulge. Dawson noticed her reaction and tried to cover it, but she stopped him. “Its okay,” she reassured him with a small smile: the beginning of Joey’s newfound confidence.

She then took a deep breath and angled her head to one side, thinking. “Um…can I….”

Dawson raised his brows, “Can you…”

“You know…see it.” “See it?”

“Yeah…” Joey flickered her eyes sideways. “I mean, we have to…get familiar with each other.”

“True.” He murmured, actually feeling a little…turned on. He reached down, not taking his eyes off Joey, who was looking down curiously.

He shakily unzipped his jeans and undid his fly, reaching in to pull ‘it’ out. He was amazed he was still hard. On her knees next to him, Joey looked curious, fascinated and embarrassed all at the same time. She was no expert, but…he was kind of…big. She had told Jen she had imagined it to be ‘slightly above average’ but this was above, above average. For a ridiculous moment she wondered if it would…fit. Impulsively, she reached forward to touch it. Dawson jumped a little, but then calmed down and relaxed, not believing Joey had her hand around his penis. Unbelievable.

Joey was thinking the same thing. It felt…strange. But a nice strange.

Dawson wondered if he should…show her, you know, what to do. But she seemed to be doing her own thing. Her thumb made a few circles around the head and he jerked his hips up, not being able to control his reaction. “Have you…done this with Jen?” Joey asked casually.

“Well…almost. Not quite,” Dawson admitted, looking down at their hands intertwined around his penis.

They didn’t talk or make much eye movement as she touched him, until he placed his hand over hers and instructed her to slide her hand up and down, up and down friction, pleasure…

She did it cautiously at first before doing it with more pressure, getting carried away as he sighed and closed his eyes, until she felt a sticky fluid and she realized with a short laugh he had come, all over her hands.

“Woah…” Dawson shook his head; surprised and a little embarrassed, reaching over for a box of tissues his mom had put there that morning. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” Joey wiped off her hands, her cheeks pink. “I hear that’s a natural reaction.”

Dawson zipped himself up, looking at Joey with a little admiration. “Want me to…do something to you?” he offered.

Joey raised one of her delicate brows. “Like…what?” she asked, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Well, we’re both learning here. So…what do you like?” he inched towards her, looking forward to seeing her naked. It was still so strange to him, but…a good strange. It was fun. Okay, so it was sex and of course sex is fun. But it was…different then he expected. He had always stationed to Pacey and Jen that Joey was like…a sister, that there’s no way she was interested in him and vice versa. But…things change. Don’t they? It certainly didn’t feel incestuous right now. It felt…right.

“What do I like?” Joey repeated uncertainly. “I don’t know what I like.”

He started to lift her t-shirt up and had managed to get a look at her stomach and white lacy bra before she stopped him and said hurriedly, “Are your parents home?”

“Nooo…” Dawson said with a small smile. “They’re out doing something…togethery…you know, to get their marriage back on track.”

“Oh.” Joey smiled too and relaxed, letting him lift her arms so he could pull her t-shirt off. Hard to believe less than a week ago they were watching movies, sparring, analyzing, Dawson complaining about Jen whilst Joey tried to give sound advice without coming off too annoyed.

They both buzzed with energy and arousal, completely involved in the ‘experiment’ not answering any doubts or questions in their minds like they usually would have. Not now. Not tonight.

Seeing Joey in her bra got Dawson hard again. He kneeled next to her and reached around, caressing her shoulder as he did so, attempting to unclasp her bra. “It can’t be that hard,” he commented, fumbling with the little metal things. “This isn’t Happy Days.”

“Oh, when the Fonz teaches Richie to undo a Bra on a mannequin?” Joey laughed, cocking her head to one side, waiting as Dawson attacked the clasp. With a spring and a satisfied, ‘ah’ the bra fell down to her waist, and Joey blushed, almost scared that she was now half naked and he was balking at her. Was she smaller than Jen? Well, obviously…was that a disappointment?

But he didn’t look disappointed. He looked…sort of impressed, and then thoughtful. “I don’t want you to think I’m changing your carburetor or tuning a car,” Dawson said seriously. “Show me what you want me to do.”

To Be Continued.

part 3

Rated: NC-17

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Shaking a little, Joey lifted his hands and placed them on her breasts, not wanting anything but just him holding them in his hands. Her nipples hardened against the warm sandpapery feel of his palms, and Dawson smiled slowly at the reaction. He weighed them and touched them and studied them, truly fascinated, and Joey had to dissolve a giggle. He looked like he was in a candy store...or a video store. She didn’t get his fascination with her breasts, but she liked the feel of him touching them so she dealt with it.

He moved his hands so they brushed against the underside of her breasts, and Joey sighed, Her eyes half-closing at the sensation. She couldn't believe Dawson was holding her naked breasts...unbelievable. He looked back up at her face, still holding her, and he briefly looked into her eyes before leaning in to kiss her again. He sampled her lips, before going in for a longer, open-mouthed kiss that had Joey grappling for his shirt so she could steady herself. All she could feel was his mouth and tongue and his hands...nothing else mattered. If Mr. and Mrs. Leery knocked on the door right then, she wouldn’t have cared. Well...maybe a little.

Dawson then moved his mouth to her chin and neck, kissing her with small light butterfly kisses before he began to suck on her neck, and Joey gasped quietly at the sensation. wow. That felt incredible. But she then felt something even better--he kissed her collarbone and throat before closing his lips around her left nipple. Joey squeaked, her hands letting go of his shirt. Dawson didn’t seem to notice Joey’s surprise. He was busy kissing her breasts, completely lost in them, hoping she liked what she felt. It felt...good to give another person pleasure. And it had felt good to receive it, too.

Joey had her eyes closed, but she felt around for the cuff of his shirt, and tugged it up. Dawson realized what she was doing and he helped her peel his shirt off, throwing it on the floor next to Joey’s. Now both half naked, they surveyed each other, Joey placing her hands on his chest, smiling a little, before she gingerly pulled him close to her, wrapping her arms around his neck so they could feel each other, completely naked. It was...a pretty good feeling. Dawson didn’t know what he’d do if he looked right into Joey’s eyes, so he avoided her eyes and concentrated on rubbing her back, eyeing her jeans surreptitiously. Maybe... Maybe tonight was the night? He thought excitedly. By tomorrow he wouldn’t be a virgin anymore. Unbelievable. He was more than curious to see and feel Joey...below.

But a very close car-door slam snapped him out of his thoughts. “Damn,” Dawson muttered, as Joey uncoiled from him and furtively searched for her t-shirt. He looked out the window--sure enough, his parents were getting out of the car, looking like they were bickering. One of them would then go up and ‘check’ on him. Ugh. They weren’t supposed to be back this early.

He looked at Joey who was trying her shoe laces, her hair a sleek curtain in front of her pink cheeks. She looked up at him, eyes cloudy.

“Well...that was...interesting,” she ventured, standing up, tucking a strand behind her ear, her eyes trying not to linger on his obvious erection.

“It was.” Dawson pulled his shirt back on, his face getting warm. He shoved his hands in his pockets but it didn’t do anything. He was so horny.

“Um...see you later?” Joey said breathlessly, gripping the window sill. “

Yes. see you later. of course,” Dawson raked a hand through his hair.

With a small smile, Joey hoisted herself through the window and disappeared.

With a deep breath, Dawson threw himself back-down on his bed.

****

So, some unexpected situations occurred. they hadn’t expected themselves to enjoy the ‘foreplay,’ the kissing, the...stuff they had done so much. At least, Dawson hadn’t. Joey had known she would.

And they hadn’t expected it to be so strange at school, to walk around fully clothed, knowing they had seen each other naked, that Joey had given him a hand job for goodness sake, the knowledge of what they were doing secret from their friends.

On the one hand Dawson felt a little...strange about lying to Jen, but he was also glad he wasn’t mooning over her anymore.

Joey was quietly smug. Every time Jen placed her hand on Dawson’s arm, or flipped her hair, or smiled, Joey was reminded that *she* was the one who was kissing Dawson, who was driving him crazy, even if it was purely physical. She tried to imagine Jen’s face if...or when...she found out.

At lunch, Jen tried to engage Joey in conversation and for the first time in a long time Joey spoke back. Pacey and Dawson looked on in surprise.

Joey was moving her head to one side to massage her shoulder, and noticed Dawson looking right at her as he unscrewed the top of his water. They shared a quick look, then Dawson looked away.

Jen, however, noticed something. Her eyes were fixed on a small but still noticeable mark on Joey’s neck--a transparent red/violent mark, which was unmistakably a hickey.

her eyes then rested on Pacey, who was now bickering with Joey about something--Jen had tuned out--and Jen nearly dropped her fork.

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On the way to Spanish, Jen caught up to Joey in the hall, confident by their little polite talk at lunch.

“Joey, I just thought you should know...” Jen smiled kindly, pointing to her neck. Joey raised her brows and accepted the hand mirror Jen held out. Her eyes widened.

“Is it Pacey?” Jen asked in a low voice. “I always sensed a weird vibe between you two.”

Joey didn’t know whether to laugh or run.

Part Four Part4 “The night” ________________________________________________________________

Friday the Thirteenth

What a night. Dawson flipped off the TV, and turned once more to Joey, who was lying down now, deep in thought. To think what might have happened had Dawson not approached the strange man who had asked Joey for directions, the man who had just been arrested for the murders of all those women. Dawson couldn’t imagine something like that happening to Joey. He would truly not be able to live with himself!

He felt a surge of affection for his best friend, and continued to gaze at her. She was looking so pretty tonight. Ursula, the ‘older’ woman Pacey had picked up, had told him she had a ‘feeling’ about he and Joey. Yeah...a sexual feeling. A friendship feeling. But love? No. Love was what he could have had with Jen. (who was dating that big dumb jock Cliff) Love was something he wasn’t sure he’d ever have. He was too dysfunctional for love.

And right now, all he could think about was sex. He had turned into his father, he had turned into Pacey, he was now all about sex, sex, sex. He could blame Jen for that...but of course, that was unfair. He was a guy, after all. He had always been curious, but he hadn’t let it rule his life. Now, all he could think about was Joey’s thigh dangerously close to his, her breasts lifting with every breath she took. And his sexual feelings had just intensified after being mixed with his concern and care for her. Joey felt the heat of his gaze and turned her head. “Do you want to...” Dawson asked, wetting his lips and raising an eyebrow. “Do you want me to take your mind off...things? Or...do you want to sleep. Or I can get you something to drink...”

“No, I’m fine...I...wouldn’t mind if you took my mind off things,” Joey replied softly. Her eyes were wide and hopeful.

Dawson smiled and moved over to her warm body, sliding on top of her and kissing her passionately. Joey was taken aback by his passionate kiss, but kissed him back, none the less, with everything she had inside her.

They hadn’t had many opportunities to do this, lately. His parents were home a lot, ‘concerned’ about him or some shit. And Joey had been mildly freaked out after the first encounter. She had eventually returned to him one evening, and they had made out for almost three hours under his blankets, getting each other extremely revved up. He had wanted to take all her clothes off, to lick and kiss her everywhere, to get her hands on him...everything. But she had resisted, telling him they had to do this slowly, that they couldn’t just...jump into it. The anticipation was delicious. Underneath her clothes, Joey became a completely different...Joey. She was still Joey, but she was somehow different. She had a lot of dimensions. He liked that.

After a few moments of making out, he kissed down her body and urged her hips up. He then slid her sweatpants down, and Joey watched, nervous and eager. “Tell me what feels good,” he told her, his eyes meeting hers earnestly. She nodded and brushed her hands through his hair. On first sight, Dawson was a little nervous. But she had done the same thing to him...practice makes perfect.

Seeing his momentary hesitation, Joey guided his fingers to touch her clitoris--she didn’t use it much but she knew where it was--and urged him to touch her there. So he did. He stroked her back and forth, sideways, until she got wetter and wetter, and he could slip two fingers right into her. He could imagine how good it must feel to put his penis in there, and realized for the first time what this was all about.

All the while, Joey had her head to one side, her eyes closed, her breathing labored as she tightened her stomach with every wave of pleasure to make her last longer. She was already nearing a brink when he leaned down and licked her clit, just twice, but it was enough to make her shudder and cry out a little.

Dawson smiled into her stomach, kissing his way back up to her neck, lying with her while she recovered. He had made her come. He nibbled on her ear, hoping she had enjoyed it.

“Well...” Joey finally said breathlessly. “That was interesting.”

They lay snuggled together, just enjoying the intimacy of the closeness. Dawson stroked Joey’s hair, expecting her to fall asleep. But she lifted her head and said simply, “Lets do it now.”

“Huh?” Dawson blinked.

“Lets do it...now...” she laid emphasis on ‘now’ and started to tug his shirt up. “Woah...are you sure?” Dawson said, letting her take his shirt off. She then reached down into his pants.

“Wait.” he stopped her movements and Joey stopped, her brow furrowed. “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t have any...I mean, I always kept meaning to buy some, but...” Dawson ground his teeth, embarrassed to admit it.

Joey’s jaw dropped.

“No condoms? You’re kidding. What about all those times you wanted to do it...?” Joey said incredulously.

“Brain fried?” Dawson shrugged, reaching for his shirt.

“I’m so sorry...’

“Well we’ll just go out and get some,’ Joey said plainly, putting her panties and sweatpants back on.

“Right...” Dawson said slowly.

“The store around the corner is open until late.”

“Are you sure...tonight? I mean...’

“Dawson.” Joey cut him off.

“Do you want to get laid or not?”

“I do.” Dawson laughed, nicely surprised at Joey’s insistence.

****

“Wow. A lot of, uh, choice here.” Dawson said, picking up a few packets idly.

“Hmm I know. Well...just grab a random packet,” Joey instructed him.

“Okay. How about this one?” he picked up a box from the bottom. Ribbed, ultra sensitive.

“Probably perfect,’ Joey joked, pushing him towards the counter. “Now buy.’

“Why do I have to buy it? The shop guy knows my dad.”

“Its going to go on *your* penis.” Joey whispered. “So get over there and buy it!”

Dawson swallowed and went over, hoping the guy wouldn’t recognize him. Joey hummed as she picked up a few magazines and pretended to read them.

“Umm...and these...” Dawson threw in some mints, hoping they would distract from the condoms. The grocery guy looked at him curiously, then shrugged and rang them up.

As soon as he was handed the bag Dawson scooted out, and Joey followed, muffling a giggle.

“Next time, you’re buying them,” Dawson said heatedly as they raced back towards the house.

Next time... J

oey smiled.

****

They turned off all the lights in the house and locked his bedroom door, just in case. “Okay...who can get their clothes off faster?” Joey flirted, and Dawson almost ripped his shirt off. Laughing they both rolled under the covers, Joey still struggling with her pants.

Dawson helped her out of them, and then he started to kiss her. The kissing heated them right back up. For the first time, they were naked together. Joey reached down to caress him, and Dawson sucked greedily on her nipple, reaching down also to feel how wet she was. Joey bucked her hips up, wanting more, feeling completely in heaven. So this was sex.

Dawson felt around a bit for a few moments, stroking the area she wanted him to touch, the little nub. He knew it hurt for most girls, and that it helped if they were ready enough.

Joey was impatient, however, and grabbed the condom, handing it to him. “Do you know how to put one on? Coz I don’t...” she explained, blushing.

“Sort of. Its instinct.” Dawson placed it at his head then rolled it down to the base. It didn’t budge. Perfect. He looked back up at Joey who was waiting nervously.

He placed his arms on either side of her, then lifted one arm and reached down to placed his penis into her. It was a bit of a tight fit, but her arousal allowed him to slip in easier then he thought it would be. With a nudge of his hips, he went almost all the way in and broke something, making Joey shriek a little. He stopped his movements and touched her face. “You okay?” he asked, concerned, his arms and legs unsteady at the pleasurable feeling of being inside her.

“Yeah, it hurts a little,” Joey admitted shakily. “But keep going.” She was holding onto his back tightly. It was a feeling he would never forget. A warm, wet, erotic feeling. So this was sex. Joey lifted one leg so it rested against his hip.

He started to move, all the while kissing her face gently, bucking his hips, inching inside her then out, experimenting, seeing what felt good, what felt right. But a tight, warm feeling started to creep up his legs and into his abdomen, and he realized with a start he was going to come. Joey however, was far from it, she was trying to get comfortable, her eyes scrunched up. Dawson slowed down but she urged him on, “Go faster,” she whispered.

So he did. And a few sparks of pleasure lit up in her, below, before they disappeared and Dawson came with a long groan, saying her name. Joey didn’t even care she hadn’t come. He had said her name. They were still, Joey holding him as he rested, overcome by his first sex experience. They listened to the crickets chirping outside, and the light pitter-patter of rain. whilst they were having sex it had started to rain. So this was it. They were no longer virgins. Dawson slowly got up, and discarded the condom. He then climbed back into bed with her, and they stared at each other.

**** They awoke early, wrapped in each others arms. “Hi.” Joey said softly as Dawson kissed her cheek absently. “Hey...” he looked down at her. “You okay?”

“Sure.’ Joey sat up. her pelvic region hurt, but she had expected it. “When are your parents coming home?”

“This afternoon. I hope,” he added wryly. She smiled, and wrapped the bed sheet around her, hopping out of bed. “Back in a sec.” “Okay.” Dawson smiled, watching her toddle out. He then looked down and did a double take. There was blood, not a lot but enough, dotted on the mattress.

It was hers. Before she could come back, Dawson quickly yanked it off, then grabbed a new one from his closet and threw it on. he shoved the bloodied sheet in his laundry basket, reminding himself to wash it before his mom did.

He then jumped back into bed and reached for a mint. While he sucked on it he picked up the condom box. Maybe they could...do it again. He really wanted to make Joey come during sex. He had read it took a lot of practice, and that’s all they had to do. She came back in after splashing her face with water and brushing her teeth with a toothbrush Gale kept especially for her under the bathroom cabinet. Dawson thought she looked really sexy with just a sheet wrapped around her, and he got hard. Joey noticed, and rolled her eyes, getting into bed and facing him.

“You’re so predictable, Dawson Leery,” she said softly. He explained to her his theory, and she shrugged, “Sure, why not. This is an...experiment, after all.” She reached for him but he stopped her. “But...do you...hurt?” he asked, concerned and mildly embarrassed. Joey ducked her head, and noticed the different sheet. “I do hurt but not enough I don’t want to try again,” she said softly.

He smiled and reached for her, lifting her onto him and kissing her. This time, they tried it in that position, and Joey nearly but not quite had an orgasm. Practice makes perfect, after all.

****

Part 5 note: you need to have watched ‘beauty contest’ from season 1, but its not vital. _______________________________________________________________________

Dawson really wished they weren’t fighting. It not only meant no sex, it meant she was angry with him and it threatened their friendship. He hated to see her hurt. He hated to be the one who had hurt her.

It had started when he had found out Joey had signed up to be in the beauty pageant. Just the day before he had suggested Jen enter. It wasn’t like he wanted her back, he just wanted *her* to want *him* back. He was still angry about her dumping him, but somehow, the pain was lessening. Jen was still important, but Joey was somehow more important. She was his best friend, and he was taking advantage of her. So far, neither Jen or Pacey had caught on, which was surprising. Dawson really wanted to confide in Pacey but Joey had made him promise not to tell a soul about what they were doing, or she’d, quote, ‘rip his appendage off.’ That thought had made him cower, but then she had gone down on him and he regained his confidence.

She had been enjoying the sex a lot more before their fight. They hadn’t been able to do it a lot--just three times in fact since the first two times, but those three times had been pretty good. By the third time they agreed they liked sex, and they finally knew what all the fuss was about. “Thank god we did it before your brain short-circuited;” Dawson teased her afterwards, which had gotten him in a pretty spontaneous wrestle. It seemed unlike what all the movies and magazines were saying, sex had brought them closer. Their friendship didn’t even suffer. It was...spiced up.

But then things had started to get a bit rocky. Joey began to avoid him at school, and openly yelled at him when he joked about her entering the pageant. She also berated him about Jen, accusing him of thinking about Jen while they were having sex. Which was bullshit. The only person Dawson thought about during sex was Joey.

“Hey, man, pay attention.” his co-camera man nudged him, and Dawson snapped out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry.”

On stage, contestants twirled. It was pretty boring. Except for the few funny performances and Pacey’s hilarious anecdotes, Dawson now knew why Joey mocked pageants. He understood why she wad doing it, but...Joey’s name was announced, and she walked on stage, looking terrified. Dawson held his breath. Holy shit. She looked beautiful. So china-doll perfect and pale, her slender neck and arms showed off to perfection by her black dress, with a scoop neck that made Dawson dizzy. She looked right at him, and their gazes locked for a moment that seemed to go on forever. She then tore her green eyes away and Dawson took a deep breath. Damn.

**** Afterwards, after Joey’s performance of ’on my own,’ after the winners had been announced, after Dawson had confronted Joey in the hallway and told her she was phenomenal and not to listen to that inbred Hannah-from-Connecticut who was completely envious of Joey’s talent, Dawson and Gale found Joey sitting on the dock, looking out at the water, pensive. Gale sent Dawson a knowing look.

“Joey, you were wonderful. I voted for you.’ she kissed Joey’s cheek. “Thanks Mrs. Leery,” Joey blushed, and she averted her eyes from Dawson’s.

“You kids need a ride home?” “No...we can walk.’ Dawson didn’t take his eyes off Joey, mentally begging her to look at him.

“Okay. Goodnight.” Gale walked off.

In the distance, Jen watched, bewildered. She had seen the look Dawson had given Joey, and she could sense now there was definitely something there. Joey now looked up at Dawson, her eyes yearning, hopeful, and Dawson looked back, mesmerized. He reached for Joey’s hand and she took it. Together, they walked down the dock, and Dawson then handed Joey his coat. Upset, Jen held in her tears and walked away, hugging herself. It was over. It was too late. He was with somebody else now. And she had helped make it happen.

**** “I’m sorry I was such an ass.’ Dawson apologized. They were sitting on a bench, holding hands. “You were,” Joey said begrudgingly.

“But I have the feeling you’re mad at me about something else, too.” Dawson said simply. “You avoid me at school. You don’t come over anymore. Its like we’re not even...friends anymore.” “We are.” Joey protested. “We’re still best friends, Dawson, I’m just...confused.”

“About...the sex?” Dawson asked tentatively. “Yes,” Joey looked down at her lap, then back up again. “Dawson...tonight has given me some...confidence to say this. And if it freaks you out that’s too bad.”

Dawson waited anxiously. “I...” Joey took her hand away from his and took a deep breath.

“I’ve loved you for a while.” “

I know...I love you too...” Dawson said gently, caressing her cheek.

“No...” she took his hand off her face.

“No, I mean, I have *loved* you...as in, the boyfriend way, since we were thirteen, and you ... you were comforting me about my mother.’ she said sadly. “I just looked at you, and I knew. And the feeling has gotten stronger.” “

So...” Dawson leaned forward, flexing his hands together, his brow furrowed in thought, “What you were going to say to me in detention...”

“Yes,” Joey whispered. “I’m sorry, Dawson.” “That’s why you’re a first-class bitch to Jen,” Dawson continued. Joey crossed her arms and smiled a little through her tears. “Yes.”

“That’s why...you didn’t want to kiss me detention...” “I did, actually.’ Joey sighed. “And that’s why you agreed to do this...crazy experiment with me,” he finished, looking at her. Joey shrugged.

“I had no idea,” Dawson said slowly. “Oh my god, I’m such an idiot.’ “You’re not an idiot,” Joey said quickly. “I am. Jo...why didn’t you tell me?”

“And face rejection? No way.” Joey shuddered. She shrugged, “I can take it now. I have to, eventually.”

Dawson laced his fingers through her long, slender ones, and said quietly, “I love you too.”

Joey stared at him in shock. “You’re kidding...” she started to say, but he silenced her with a tender kiss. And for the first time, they kissed with their whole hearts.

****

Humming to himself, Dawson sat down on the porch steps of his house, thinking about Joey. He was elated. All this time...all along...she had been right under his nose. Love, had been right under his nose. Just saying those words... “I love you too” it was like being freed from his own thick mind. They had kissed for a while, before he walked her home. Thrilled, Joey had hugged him, and he had felt her body relax. He had noticed, during the sex, her body had been taut. She had never fully relaxed.

Feeling like he had just discovered gold, Dawson daydreamed about them making love. He even thought about their future. Dating...god...what would Pacey say?

He’d probably say, “I told you so.”

Dawson couldn’t believe *he* didn’t believe it when Pacey had told him Joey was ‘ass backwards’ in love with him. He just hadn’t. Joey was too smart for that. Well. “Dawson?” Jen settled down next to him, looking hopeful.

Oh no. He had forgotten about Jen. He sat up, smiling. “Hey Jen.”

“Hi...look...you may think I’m completely out of line here, and I’m probably way too late, but...could you maybe even possibly consider...” Jen took a deep breath and looked right at him.

“What I’m saying is, I want you back.” Shit. Four weeks too late, Jen, he wanted to say.

“Oh Jen...I...” he struggled with his words. “Its okay. I knew it.” Jen looked away, embarrassed. “Its late.” he put a caring hand on her shoulder. “I can’t think right now...” should he tell her about he and Joey? “I....actually, Jen...” he cleared his throat. “Joey and I...sort of have a thing.”

“Oh.” Jen looked completely crestfallen. “I see. You and Joey. Wow...” she moved her knees, and got up quickly. “Wow. Well, have a great relationship, Dawson...” her voice trembled. “Jen...wait...” he got up, hating to see her hurt.

“Just leave it,” she hurried across his lawn, and Dawson sighed angrily.

****

“Jo?” Dawson raised his eyebrows at her late entrance. He wasn’t even undressed yet, he still had his tie on.

Joey slid through his window, smiling, looking extremely come-hitherto in a tight green nightshirt and pants.

“I couldn’t wait.” she went over to him and wrapped her arms around him. “I want you. Right now.” he looked into her eyes. Part of him wanted to go to sleep, but the bigger half wanted to make love.

He smiled and held her waist. “We’ll have to be quiet,” he said in a low voice, running his hands down to her bottom and back up again to her ribcage. “I’ll try,” Joey smiled, lying down on the bed and watching as Dawson locked the door.

He jumped playfully onto her and she laughed, grabbing his head and pulling him down to kiss him. They moved around on the bed, caught up in their own world before Dawson lifted his head. “This bed is kind of...squeaky,” he said, amused. “Okay then.” Joey slid onto the floor next to the bed. Dawson joined her. He sat up against the bed, holding Joey in his lap. They adoringly removed each other’s clothes, Joey teasing him by brushing her breasts against his face.

When Joey finally sunk down on him, feeling him go deep into her, their eyes locked, and it was the most intimate moment either of them had ever experienced. She started to move, throwing her head back, sighing in ecstasy as he buried his head in her neck and rubbed her smooth back, moaning her name over and over. Joey gripped her feet to the floor and her nails bit into his shoulders as she moved faster and started to feel it, feel the friction, feel that nice feeling she never thought she’d have, and her sighs became breathy, gravelly moans. Looking up at her face, Dawson realized she was going to come.

And she did, opening her mouth, wanting to scream but not being able to, she dropped her head to Dawson’s shoulder and whimpered. Holding her head, he rolled them over so he was on top, and he drove into her, watching in amazement as she clenched everything in her body and let them go, exploding just as he did. It was a winning moment. Breathless, they lay together on the floor and didn’t talk.

Maybe they were too young, maybe they should have waited until they were in love. but Dawson and Joey decided sex was something that went very well with them. And it was refreshing to do it rather than to talk about it all the time.

THE END