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Written By: AnneG Summary: Lost scene from “601” This is how I can see things happening. _____________________________________________________________________________
There is this hunger this restlessness in me…
Joey lay in her dorm bed, naked, her hand absently stroking her stomach as Dawson rifled around his bag, wearing only jeans. She laughed when he swore, knocking over some books in his haste, not being able to see in the dim light of the room. “I can’t…find any,’ he muttered, turning and looking at her apologetically and questionably. “There should be some in Audrey’s drawer…the left one…” she helped. “Where?” “The left drawer.” She couldn’t believe she could even talk properly. Her breathing was caught in her throat and her heart pounded against her chest. The sheets felt very soft against her, and her eyes travelled up and down his frame, his broad, naked back and his tight…she sighed and lay back down, waiting for him. He came over to the bed and she sat up, surprising him when she started to unzip his pants. “Did you find one?” she looked up at him alluringly, working his pants down and eyeing his boxers. “Uh…yeah…’ he stroked her hair and started to lever her down onto the bed. “She had about five jumbo packs…” Joey stopped kissing Dawson’s neck to laugh out loud. Trust Audrey… “And…” he hesitated and looked at the condom in his hand. “And?” Joey prompted, getting those pesky jeans off and tossing them onto the floor, “They’re studded. So…I’m not sure how that will play out.” They looked into each other’s eyes, both of them excited and bewildered by what was taking place. “I have a feeling it will play out…just fine.” Joey whispered into his ear, and with that she reached into his boxers, and changed their relationship forever. **** Sex…fucking…making love…they were all such different words but they all meant the same thing, and that’s what they’d done tonight. Joey’s hands drifted around his muscular torso and up onto his back, her arms were sore and her skin inflamed. How long had they been making love, how long had he been inside her, in the enclave she had dreamed about him filling? They’d made love twice, she knew that for sure. Joey smiled sleepily, her eyes closed in dreamy bliss. She opened them quickly just to see Dawson, his eyes closed, his chest going up and down with his breathing. His hair was spiked, and a love bite stood proudly out on his upper pectoral. She touched it gently, feeling how hot his skin was under her fingertip. He was hotter below. It was thick and medium, muscular in a way…she’d slept with two men before, but never had a man felt so right inside her, never had she felt like it was something they could do all night long. She continued to gaze at him, laughing at herself inwardly. Maybe she should write poetry about it…after all she’d written poetry about other life changing incidents. He was the body of a man. No longer a boy, but a man, a man who used to sleep next to her at night, a man who used to give her sideways looks as she frolicked with his best friend, a man who swore he loved her and always would, even though she hurt him terribly and he had hurt her. But it was all right now, wasn’t it? It would be all right forever. Joey let a soft sigh leave her as Dawson’s fingers continued to caress her shoulder. They were both so sleepy. Her eyes could barely make out her bedside clock, and the numbers ‘2:00am’ swum blurrily as she lost herself in the solace of sleep. ****
Inside my skin
Inside my heart
She awoke with the sensations of him kissing her back. She gathered her surroundings quickly and turned to smile at him, turned to kiss his gorgeous face, turned to feel him again. It was 7am and the sun was brilliant, only five hours after they’d finally fallen asleep. Talk about long strong all night long…no wonder he had had so many cokes. (No wonder he had excused himself to go to the bathroom around 3am, post-coital) He rolled her onto her back and began kissing her more passionately and urgently until she was breathless and couldn’t keep up. He moved the sheets between them and manoeuvred himself so he was lying directly on her, supporting his weight with his arms on either side, their bodies fitting in together like a perfect glove, her inflamed skin and soft breasts pressed into his hard chest. It was in that moment they felt even more intimate than they were when he was actually inside her. She reached up to kiss him again, raking her hand through his hair brusquely, feeling her thighs slide apart as they met down below, the barer, most intimate parts of their selves meeting and colliding not entirely but slightly, heating them up. “I love you,’ he whispered, as they finally broke from their kisses, and she wrapped her arms around his upper back, furrowing into his neck she kissed and nibbled her way up his Adam’s apple onto his chin and in a soft, whispery voice she murmured, “I love you too.” They held gazes for a moment, transfixed in the sunlight, before Dawson chuckled and said softly, “You know, I believe…we’re a heartbeat away from…uh…being naughtier then we were last night, if that were possible.” “Gotcha.” Joey giggled, letting him move off her and bend down beside the bed where he had left a strip of condoms. This time it was languid in the morning sunshine,
instead of frantic in the dark. They moved as if they
were dancing again, loving moans expelling forth as
they made love. This time they could see everything,
and were braver to explore the mysteries of each
other.
I am wanting, and...
Muscles and sinew
**** She was having a wonderful dream…warm, explosions of happiness going off behind her eyes, his skin, his hands all over her body, his mouth kissing her neck… until she slowly woke up and instinctively reached out to touch him and felt just the empty mattress. She blinked and looked around, her eyes adjusting to the brilliant sunshine. It was now 10:00…she had slept in. where was he? She sat up, her head spinning, a tiny portion of panic starting to rise up into her chest—oh my god…where…oh…then she saw the note, and she picked it up with a flick of her wrist. “Went out for breakfast” so…before she could think the door opened and he came in, shutting it behind him and gazing at her in all her semi- nakedness. “Hey,” “Hi,” she replied breathlessly, smiling up at him. “You're up.” “Yeah. Um, you went out…” “Yeah,’ he displayed the coffee, not being able to tear his eyes off her. Momentarily shy in the light of the day, Joey contemplated getting up…would she take her sheet with her, or just spring up from the bed naked or…ah, her bathrobe. “Could you... “ She motioned to her favourite pink fluffy bath robe hanging on the hook by the door. Old faithful. “Sure…” he got it down for her and handed the robe over. She took it thankfully and motioned herself out of the sheets, giving him a view of her naked back as she pulled the robe on. “Thanks.” Dawson threw his keys to the side on her desk and sat down on her bed, holding out the coffees. “So I got you a—“ “Did you get me a latte?” he picked up the rose and he looked at it curiously, her eyes sparkling. “Roses. All over Worthington.” Joey melted. She took the rose and took in the fresh, crisp scent, her eyes lingering over him. “Kinda hokey, don't you think?” she joked, and he grinned. “Yeah, that's exactly what I think. “ “Well, it's a $500 fine to pick one of these,” she said softly, her eyes captured in his. He looked so damn good in the morning…she probably looked like a mess… “Worth every penny,” he joked, half-shrugging, his eyes going the opening of her robe. So…so…Joey fought with her thoughts. How should she say this? How should she make this…clarified? “So we should probably stop and think about this,” she started. “You know, about what it means. I mean, about how this will change...” she was unprepared when he leaned over and kissed her tenderly. “Maybe later,” he murmured, looking her right in the eye, his hands circling her waist suggestively. They kissed and she giggled, letting him lower her back down on the bed, stretching over her like he had last night, kissing all the air out of her, long languid and sloppy kisses. She felt the delicious hot burn start down in her abdomen and she bucked her hips into his hard-on, hoping he got the message. He did. “I love you,” he murmured as he slipped her bathrobe off her shoulders. “I love you…” she moaned, desperately tugging at his shirt, managing to slip it off just before she slipped her hands down his pants and touched him. He rushed to unbuckle his jeans, and realized with a start his hands weren’t shaking like they were the night before. This time it was more…confident. “Audrey’s not coming back soon, is she?” he managed to choke out as Joey’s kisses went down his chest and her hand moved faster until she was pumping him full. “No-no, she isn’t,” Joey breathed, trying to get out of her dressing gown. Dawson couldn’t remember seeing such an erotic sight—Joey’s breasts bobbing with her quick, erratic movements and breathing, her legs arching and her navel rising as she got the dressing gown off her arms and onto the floor. The tangled hair covering her vagina was clearly visible as she raised her hips, nudging his chin up with her mouth. This time she put the condom on, rolling it on slowly and deliberately, licking the head of his penis just long enough so he begged for more but didn’t come. She liked to be…outrageous with him, felt comfortable and sexy and desirable, loved touching every single part of him. She gripped his buttocks and he gripped her head with one hand and with the other he steadied her hips as he fucked her, in and out, all the way in as she cried out and all the way out as she trembled around him in the morning sun. No one had ever made love to her like this...so raw, so animalistic, and so real. The other times it had been as if she was a china doll. Fumbling touches, careful touches. Not with him. The bed moved almost violently against the wall as
their cries grew louder and more frantic until it
slowed, and with a deep, guttural moan Joey let go of
him and curled up into her own bliss. Dawson watched,
before having his own intense orgasm, which filled the
condom and shook him to his very core. They lay
side-by-side, panting, hardly believing such an
‘indecent’ evening activity could be fulfilled in the
innocent light of day.
My bones call to you
I am wanting, and...
**** What would I say? How should I label last night?? A million thoughts went through her mind as she brushed her hair. You were…great? What? Why would she say that? He was great, he had been… We were great? Lets do it again? Just pounce on him? No, he probably had to get to work. Thanks for the sex? I’ve never had simultaneous orgasms before and… Argh! Joey made a face at herself as she carefully applied lip gloss and mascara. Would he be out there right now, making a list of everything that was wrong with this picture? Would he be gone? When she opened the door a rush of emotions spilt out of her. He was looking at the snow globe, his face an expression of silent wonder. Her heart beat fast and her palms sweated and she said the only thing that came to mind. “Hi.” He turned and looked at her, a smile twitching on his face. “Hey…you look beautiful.” Joey blushed, and their eyes continued locked in the dance of love.
There is the splendor of this
My hands will adore you
For I am wanting, and...
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