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Part 15 - Take my hand This all feels as though there is a certain degree of surrealism to it, we end up in positions and can't quite remember how we got there. What's the last thing that I remember from being awake? Oh we came up to Dawson 's room to get some sleep because we never got much last night. Which reminds me, I still haven't been to see Bessie yet...ugh it's only Saturday...what time is it?...who cares? Well we entered this room in silence, (after Gail sent us up to get some sleep) and I'm not sure who said what, but the conversation went something like this. "Well this is kind of awkward!" "Yes it is, but we thrive with awkward." "Do you think that we'll get past this?" so sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling "I hope so." Well as far as I'm aware the awkwardness has gone, but that might be because we haven't analysed this thing to death yet. We've still to pick this apart. Still to decide what it all means. A big part of me is terrified to do this. When something happens once it's an accident. But what happens when the same thing happens five times? Well it's beyond an accident, that much I know. Oh yeah, back to positioning. When we lay down to go to sleep, we made sure that our bodies were as far apart on his bed as could be. But that's not the position that we are in now. He's lying on his back, I don't see it because my eyes are still closed but I know it. It's my position that has changed the most. I'm not lying on my side or on my back. I'm kinda lying on my front, both of my legs kinda wrapped around one of Dawson 's. One of my arms is over his waist and my head is resting on his chest. I know this part because I can hear his heart beat. My other arm seems to be kind of twisted round my back, stroking the small of my back with my thumb and a few fingers are resting just under the waistband of my trousers. see my eyes they carry your reflection Oh no...hey wait a minute. That's not my arm, that's Dawson 's. Now I realise where my other arm is, it's resting underneath my stomach and now that I'm conscious of where it is, I feel uncomfortable as it's digging into me. Slowly I move my hand out from under my stomach and as I do this his thumb stops stroking my back. I'm tempted to ask him why he stopped because it felt nice. Not much of an adjective but I'm kinda wrapped around Dawson here and it's all you're getting. While his other hand rests on top of my hand that is over his waist, the one with the now still thumb slowly moves away from my back. "Come back." I say in my head. He gently clasps his fingers in mine and I feel myself melt from his touch. ********** What a surprise this is to wake up and find her practically lying on top of me. It's only taken us three years to get into this position. And I must say, it has certainly been worth the wait. I wish that she was awake just now so that...so that what? So that we can finally analyse this? So that it all becomes real? Because right now I'm content with this being a dream world. A fantasy. But sooner or later, we will have to talk about this. She rolls away from me, back onto her side of the bed. This allows me a chance to get away from here for a while. A chance to go somewhere to do some thinking. Okay, so maybe I won't get the chance to do a lot of thinking at the restaurant...but at least this way I can put off finding out how Joey feels about this. ********** take my hand and if I'm lying to you Leery's Fresh Fish. I know that you'll find that you believe me, you believe me How can we not have discussed this yet? It happened again last night...we've had ample time together. Yet neither one of us is brave enough to initiate this conversation. " Dawson , honey." Mom says as she exits the restaurant kitchen. "Could you do me a favor?" "Sure, what is it?" "Could you call Bessie for me, ask her if she has any vacancies for tonight." "Okay, you planning on kicking me out?" I jokingly ask her. She just laughs. "Don't tempt me. It's actually for a customer." "How many is it for?" I ask her. "Two." She calls as she walks back towards the kitchen. ********** Potter B&B. The phone rings three times before I answer it. "Hello, Potter B&B." "Joey?" The voice on the other end of the phone asks. " Dawson ...hey." Is this how this conversation is going to happen? Over the phone. "What can I do for you?" I ask him as I prepare myself for this conversation. "Mom asked me to call." He tells me, before adding, "See if you had any vacancies for tonight." So this isn't how this conversation is going to happen. I don't know if I'm relieved or not. At least if it was discussed this way we wouldn't have to see each other. "I'm not sure, I just got in. Give me a minute and I'll just check with Bessie." As I pick the phone back up it sounds as though no one is there. "Dawson...you still there?" feel the sun on your face "Yeah." He replies. "So are there any vacancies?" "Um...yeah." "Good, I'll let mom know." He pauses for a moment, before adding, "Ah...I'll see you later Joey." " Dawson ?" "What?" "Don't you think that it would help if..." I start to say but he cuts me off. "What would help?" Is every conversation that we have going to be like this? Awkward. "If you told me how many it was for." "Oh, right. It's for two people." Dawson is silent for a moment, as though he's contemplating what to say next. "So...um, how are you Joey?" he asks awkwardly. take my hand "I'm fine." I reply. "And you?" "I'm good, thanks." There is another slight pause before he says, "Listen Jo, about...well...we need to...hold on a sec." So maybe this is how this conversation is going to take place after all. I can hear him talking to someone else but I can't make out what is being said. "Joey, I have to go help mom with something." "Oh right...so I'll talk to you later?" I ask him. "Yeah...bye." "See you Dawson." I say into the receiver, but I don't put the phone down just yet. Instead I wait until I hear the phone click from Dawson hanging up the phone. Well so far we've still not had that conversation yet. The one that we're both dying to have yet terrified to broach. All I do know is that when it finally happens...well I want things to change. Part 16 - Oxygen The B & B. Joey's room. there will come a time The intent had been there, at least for me, to go speak to Dawson . To find out once and for all what was going on between us. What he wants, how he feels. Apparently I missed his visit...he stopped by two nights ago, not long after his phone call. But I wasn't here, I was out thinking. He may have come looking for me, but it would surprise you just how many places there are in Capeside. Places to get lost in. I need to know how he feels. What he wants. It still hasn't gotten that far yet...hopefully today is the day. It's been just over a week now, since sex changed our relationship. That's all I can think of as I lie in my bed, in the B & B. Naked. this is my time to work things out He stopped by again last night. We still haven't talked...but I still remember everything. Him. His hands in mine. On my breasts. Everywhere. Bessie and Bodie had gone out for a romantic evening, somewhere upstate. Staying overnight. The baby-sitter had already been arranged because they didn't know that I was going to be here this weekend. In these final moments before I truly waken up, I just want to remember everything that happened. Replay it, commit it to memory. **********
"I'm so glad that you're here, to look after this place while Bodie and I go out. " Bessie says as she enters my room. "It means that I don't have to worry about turning away any guests." "I'm glad that I can be of some use." I reply. "Anyway, there are no guests arriving tonight. Everyone left this morning so there's space for tonight." She says walking out of my room. "Are you implying that that's my fault?" I call to her as I stand in front of my dresser. "No." She replies laughing. "We'll see you later." "Bye Bessie. Have fun." I close my eyes, still wondering when Dawson and I are going to have the inevitable conversation. I don't want our friendship to be ruined. It's then that I feel a hand encircle around me and it starts to flick back and forth against my left nipple. My eyes shoot open. And there looking back at me, is his reflection in the mirror. "Hi." I manage to stammer. "Hi." He says back, as he rests his chin on my shoulder. that's the way I love It's then that I feel his right hand walk it's way from my waist to just above my waistband. Then he moves his hand down past the waistband and starts circling his finger around, as though he's giving me a massage of some kind. He can give me this massage any day of the week. His left-hand stops it's ministrations on my left breast and he lifts his chin off of my shoulder. This is done so that he can put my hair over my left shoulder, and then he rests his chin on my right shoulder again. His right hand starts to travel round my waist, this time underneath my top. His hand moves up to cup my right breast this time and he gently flicks his thumb over my nipple, till it stands erect. "How are you?" he asks. you're the breath that I take "I'm fine." I manage to say, even though I've just about lost all ability to talk. I turn my head slightly, so that I can see him and we kiss. This same familiar slow dance. It's at this point where I become really bold. I reach both of my hands round to cup his ass and pull him closer, closing all space between us. He seems a little surprised by this and grunts something into my mouth. Nope never gonna forget this moment, no matter how hard I try. No pun intended. I can now feel how aroused this is all making him, as his strained erection is now jutting into the small of my back. We stop kissing and...is he blushing? even when we're so far apart I just smile at him, putting on my best ‘I'm innocent why are you blushing' face. I know that he won't buy it. "Jo, why are you trying to look all innocent?" I don't reply, I just let go of his rear and take a half step forward, moving one of my hands in between us. I start to stroke him through the confines of his jeans. He exhales and then takes a deep breath and I see his pupils dilate. And I know now, that there is no going back. Not that I want to go back or stop this. All the while his hands have not wavered...he's not stopped doing a single thing and I throw my head back against his chest. the way I love is easy, but could it ever be for me All those things about men not being able to do two things at once, well at this exact moment I know that that's not true. Because his hands are doing one thing and he's started to nibble on my neck. There you go, two things at once. He stops nibbling on my neck and starts to kiss his way to my ear. Once there he bites it gently and then blows on my earlobe, causing me to shiver slightly. Then he whispers. "Let's christen your bed." He removes his hands from underneath my clothes and I groan at the loss of contact. it doesn't really matter who ever you are I turn to face him and throw my arms around his neck. "I was just thinking about you!" I tell him as I bring my lips up to meet his. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, then I stop kissing him. "Someone was obviously enjoying our little ‘playtime'." I whispers in his ear. "Just a little bit Jo." He replies with a sheepish grin. "And what about this?" I ask him as I start to rub myself against his strained erection, biting my lip and looking him in the eye. "Oh..." He moans. "I take it that that was a little more enjoyable?" I say and all he can do is nod his head as he carries me towards my bed. you're the breath that I take As he lays me down gently on the bed, I push his jacket off and start to pull his shirt out of his pants. He stands to pull the shirt over his head and I lean up so that I can start to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. Just as he steps out of his jeans the phone starts to ring. I stand up, my body pressed against Dawson 's and I kiss him lightly on the lips. "Hold that thought." I call to him as I leave the room. ********** A few minutes later. "Mmhm, we have vacancies for then too." I say into the phone as Dawson comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Well Capeside is pretty all year round, I couldn't just recommend that you come here for one particular season..." imagine a life without love "It's nowhere near as pretty as you are..." Dawson whispers in my ear before he starts to nibble on it. I cover the mouthpiece of the phone. "Mmm, Dawson ...that feels... Dawson , I'm on the phone." I tell him as I hear the man on the phone ramble on about how he wants to bring his wife here as a surprise because she used to come here as a child. "I know, just trying to hurry things along." He says as he starts to undo the button and zipper of my jeans. "It's not me that's the problem..." I say before taking my hand off of the mouthpiece. "It sounds as though she'll love to come here no matter when. Why don't you try and find out when she'd like to take the vacation, and then you could get back to us, now that you know we have the rooms." At this particular moment I don't care if it sounds as though I want to get this guy off the phone, because right now, all I care about is the fact that I have a half naked Dawson at my back, undoing my bra clasp. open your heart His hands have started to wander again. Down the inside of my jeans, he strokes my thigh. Then moves his hand up, pushes the side of my thong away with one finger and then, I throw my head back against his shoulder as I feel one of his fingers inside of me. I take a sharp intake of breathe, hoping that the guy on the other end of the phone can't hear how my breathing has changed. That he can't hear the moans escaping from my lips. Then I notice that Dawson has his hand clamped over the mouthpiece. And then just like that, the guy says ‘goodbye' and thanks me for my help. Dawson starts to suckle on my neck again as I let go of the phone. you're the breath that I take "That was cruel, Dawson Leery." I tell him, managing to keep my voice steady, trying to sound serious. "Well I got fed up holding onto that thought all by myself. And I don't think, for one second, you could tell me that you didn't enjoy that." He says as he withdraws his finger and then plunges it back in again. My legs almost buckle from what he's doing to me. "Someone's awfully...sure...of themselves." "Yeah..." He says as he moves so that he is standing in front of me, before continuing. "...Obviously it has nothing to do with the moans that I hear coming from you." imagine a life without love " Dawson ..." I moan. "Mmhm." "You talk to much. Come here." I say to him as I wrap one arm around his neck, laying my lips on his. All the while my other hand wandering down past the waistband of his boxers. He groans something into my mouth as I start to stroke him. We quickly discard of all offending garments, as we descend to the floor, kissing. ********** Back to Monday morning, Joey is bed. this love is my oxygen I smile at the memory. Still feeling every touch. Still hearing every word. I reach out for him, ready to talk. I just want one kiss first. But he's not there. He's gone again. The picture is now so clear. This doesn't mean the same to him as it does to me. It's just that whenever he tries to tell me that, well he can't help himself or something. Well I won't allow this to happen again. I won't let him do this to me. And I certainly won't wait around here so that he can take me back to Boston . I get up, throw on my dressing gown, grab some clothes and make my way to the shower. He won't do this to me again. Part 17 - Addicted Leery's Fresh Fish. I definitely never thought that I'd be doing that to Joey on the floor of the Potter B & B. I can't believe that I just left her there, that I never said to her what I had planned on telling her. Why can't I just get her out of my head? ********** The previous night. just one more kiss just one more taste of you cos baby, oh "Do you realise that I'm never ever...gonna be able to walk through that door again, without thinking about what you just did to me!" "What ‘I' did to ‘you'?" Joey says as she starts to nibble on my ear. "If I remember correctly, you started this!" "I started this?" I ask her questioningly as I place one hand on the small of her back. "You had me moaning on the phone!" "Well I can't really argue with..." I begin as she starts to trail one hand down my chest, then my stomach, grazing my inner thigh. "...argue with that." She places her hands on the floor on either side of my head, straddling me, her breasts swaying a little as she leans down to kiss me. The kiss is gentle at first, slow even. Boy do I love kissing this woman. Then she lightly brushes her tongue against my lips, seeking entrance. My lips part and I feel her tongue brush against mine. The touch enough to send a tremor from my tongue to my toes. and I guess if that's addiction I feel myself getting lost in Joey, as the kiss becomes more intense, hungry. Then all at once she stops kissing me and stands up, all the while watching me. I just lie there on the floor in front of her, naked and dazed for a moment. Trying to clear my head. Should I be self conscious about the fact she's staring at me and I'm not wearing anything? I don't think I should be. This feels like the most natural thing in the world. ********** Leery's Fresh Fish. then I guess that I'm your junkie " Dawson !! Dawson !!" I hear someone calling my name, pulling me from my daydream. "Dawson, you in here!!" I hear them calling again. I walk out of the office to see Scott standing there with some boxes in his hands. "Hey, sorry it took me so long to reply, I was lost in thought." "No harm done. I'm the one that should be sorry anyway. I said that I'd be here about an hour and a half ago with this delivery, and I wasn't. I hope that I'm not keeping you from anything." He says as he carries the boxes into the kitchen. "No, it's okay." I tell him. "So how have you been?" "Okay. I'm gonna have to bring the girlfriend down here sometime. She wants to see this place." Scott puts the boxes down by the counter and goes to leave the kitchen. girl I can't sleep "Hey." He says turning back around. "You wouldn't happen to have any of that delicious sauce Bodie makes would you? I was hoping that I could maybe have some." "It is quite tasty isn't it?? But we don't have any left." "Oh well, I'll just have to hope that there's some next time. I'll bring in the rest of the delivery." He calls as I remember...after we'd made love on the floor we progressed to the couch and then we had to eat. ********** The previous night.
cos letting go "You know Dawson , all this strenuous activity, burning some calories, I've worked up a bit of an appetite..." "Well I'm a little famished too, growing boy and everything, maybe we should eat something." I say back to her as I start to tease one of her breasts with my mouth. " Dawson !..." She starts bringing her hand down to rest on the back of my neck. "...oh." She pushes me away with the other hand. "As much as I like what you're doing...I really need some food." She probably sees the look of disappointment on my face because she kisses me before adding. "But I will remember where we were." I just look at her for a moment and sigh. "You promise?" "Yes, but if I don't get food I will not be responsible for my actions!" I move off of her and watch her as she walks towards her room. "How does pasta sound? " I just nod my head. "Can you put on the kettle then?" She says before entering her room. "Sure." I call back to her as I pull on my boxers, placing Joey's clothes on the couch. ********** A few minutes later. In the Kitchen.
"Hey, I hope that you don't mind." Joey says when she sees me looking at her. I just shake my head. "I was just picking up your clothes and thought that I'd put your shirt on." "I picked up your clothes too." I tell her as she walks over to the fridge, while I pour water from the kettle over the pasta. "Just never thought about putting on your shirt though." She laughs as she places the jar of sauce on the counter. "That might suit you." "Don't go there Jo." I whisper in her ear as I start to undo the buttons of my shirt. " Dawson ..." She starts, but I silence her by placing one finger on her lips and sucking on her ear. "The food's cooking, who says that we can't amuse ourselves while it cooks?" She sighs. "You do your thing and I'll do mine then." you go through my heart and through my soul She stirs the pasta and I lower the sleeves of the shirt. She allows it to fall to the floor as she reaches for the jar. She starts to unscrew the jar and I place my hands over hers, all the while still sucking on her ear. She places the lid of the sauce on the counter. I dip a few fingers in the sauce and then smear it on her stomach. Joey gasps and then spins round to face me. "What are you doing?" She asks, trying to sound serious but her tone sounds a little playful. I pour some sauce on my hand and step closer to her, this time smearing her breasts. "Just passing the time until dinner is ready." She takes my hand and licks one of my fingers, her eyes never wavering from mine. "Delicious. Aren't you going to have some?" She asks me one eyebrow raised. and I guess if that's addiction I don't have to be asked twice. I lean down, taking one nipple into my mouth and she starts to moan something. "I really don't...think that that's...that's what this sauce is...is... Dawson !" She mumbles as she runs her hand through my hair. " Dawson ..." She grasps onto the counter, while I suck as much of the sauce from her breast before I straighten up and look at her. "Yes Jo." "Nothing." She says as she leans closer, kissing me. "What was that for?" I ask her. She takes my hand again, placing a finger in her mouth, sucking the sauce from it. "You had some sauce right..." She says as she kisses the corner of my mouth. "...here." She steps in front of the cooker, stirring the pasta and walks over to one of the cupboards and takes out two plates, placing them on the counter before turning round. She smiles at me as she runs one finger down her stomach, leaving some sauce on her finger. "You do know that dinner isn't ready yet, don't you?" She asks before she licks the sauce from her finger. "And just when will it be ready?" I ask her as I step towards her. and I guess if that's addiction "In a few minutes." She replies walking towards me. "What could we possibly do to amuse ourselves until then?" "I'm sure we'll think of something." I say as my tongue meets her sauce smeared breast. "I don't know Dawson , we might have to just settle for doing this." As I continue to lap up all of the sauce from her breast, she continues to moan. " Dawson ...I need you." She groans as I stop what I was doing and I remove my boxer shorts. ********** Leery's fresh fish. I'm addicted Even just the memory of that is enough to make me want to drive right over there...and not just so that we can have more of the same. Not just so that we can make love all night again. I want to go over there so that we can talk. We have to talk. Might be a good idea if I just went into the walk in freezer for a few minutes first. " Dawson ! Dawson !" Scott shakes me from my thoughts again. "What?" "Boy you really must be smitten, I've been calling you for the past few minutes." He says laughing. "Sorry Scott." "Just wanted to let you know that that's everything." "Thanks." I say standing up and grabbing my car keys. "So you heading on home now?" He asks me as I lock up. "Actually I have to go see someone." It's about time we had this conversation. I have to tell her...I want to try again. Why didn't we talk about this last night? We discussed everything but us. Made love...discussed Audrey going to see her parents...made love...made dinner...made love...talked about school...Oliver...Joey being happy that she hadn't dropped her writing class...made love...had a very interesting game of truth or dare... But no talk about us, what we want. No analysis of our relationship. ********** A few minutes later. Potter B & B. I knock on the door twice but there is no answer. So I go back to the car and just as I'm about to drive away Bessie drives up. "Hey Dawson ." She calls to me as she rolls down her window. "Why do I get the feeling that you didn't stop by to see me?" She laughs. "Well that's not true, Bessie!" "Really? Why did you stop by?" She asks with an amused look on her face. "To find out how your evening with Bodie went." She smiles again. "Nice try Leery. We had a nice time, but nothing that would warrant a visit." She pauses, looks at the house and the creek and then back at me. "She's not here." "Do you know where she is?" I ask. Bessie looks at her watch. "I'd say that her train is just about ready to leave for Boston by now." "She's going back early?" Bessie nods her head. "She said something came up." "Thanks Bessie." I tell her as I start the engine. Joey must have read my not being there this morning wrong. I have to get her before she gets back to the dorm and won't see me. Part 18 - Intimacy Should I have had it out with Dawson before leaving Capeside. So that whatever happened between us could be left there. I know that there will always be this huge strain on our relationship...our friendship, but surely if we've worked things out in the past, we can work beyond the sleeping together issues too. I climb down onto the platform, ready to face the rest of the day, having an escape from Dawson . Giving me time to myself. I walk down the platform towards the main area of the station, head held high and a smile on my face. But the smile is only there for a moment. There he is, standing in the exact spot were I kissed him all those days ago. It seems so long ago. I can't help but notice that he looks sexy. Is this how it will be for the rest of my life whenever I see this man? "I wasn't sure that I'd get here before your train arrived and well...." He says as I approach him, giving me a weak smile. "...and I was pretty certain that if I missed seeing you here...well you'd just go straight to the dorm and not answer the door when I showed up." I mentally applaud him on how well he knows me, but my facial expression is set. "I really don't think that there's anything to say, Dawson ." He shakes his head at me. "You know that that's not true!!" "No I don't!" I snap at him as I make my way toward the exit of the station. I feel his hand on my arm and stop walking, looking down at my arm and then up at him. "Let me take you back to the dorm. We can talk about this." I pull my arm away from his grasp. "I think I'll just walk, thanks all the same." I'm about to walk away from him again, when he touches my arm again. "Joey, stop being so stubborn. Let me take you home." I just glare at him again. Doesn't he realise that it was going with him that got us here in the first place. "Do I have to threaten to do something crazy??...make a scene, because I will." I walk away from him and he follows me. "No you won't." "Yes I will." He says, raising his voice a little. "You have no idea what I'll do." I really can't be bothered with all this, so I just give in. "Fine." I spit at him, my voice lined with fake enthusiasm. ********** We stand at his car and then both of us reach for the passenger door handle at the same time. I'm surprised at the feel of his hand on mine and I think that he is too. Dawson mumbles "sorry". He takes his hand away from mine and starts walking around to his side of the car. I open the passenger door but don't enter the car, I watch him instead. Boy he's cute when he's apologetic. Isn't that how we ended up in his bed in the first place?? I enter the car before he notices me watching him, my mind wandering to last night. ********** The previous night. "This is so ‘pretty woman'!" Dawson exclaims, throwing a cushion at me as we lie on my bed in the B & B, side by side, facing each other. "It is?" I ask confused. "Trust you to get a movie analogy in somewhere. But um, how is this so ‘pretty woman'?" "The part after she kisses him...and they're talking, sharing things." "Well if you say so Dawson ." I tell him as I throw the cushion back at him. "Although we haven't done the whole bathtub scene...yet." Dawson says with a sly grin, one eyebrow raised. I just shake my head and laugh. "Or the whole ‘I'm a hooker' thing!....and we don't plan to." We just sit there for a moment in silence and I look at him, suddenly getting an idea. "What?" He asks. I just smile at him. "Sit up." I tell him. He looks at me questioningly, asking "Why?" He sits up anyway. "Because I said so." I tell him as I climb over to sit behind him. I wrap my legs around him, pull him back against me and then wrap my arms around his neck. "Jo, what are you...?" I cut him off. "Okay, so we're not in a hot tub or anything but...well are you happy now?" "Are we still talking about ‘pretty woman'?" I don't answer him, instead I just suck on his ear for a moment. " Dawson , can I ask you a question?" "You're not really giving me a choice are you?" He says and I sigh. "What did you want to ask me?" "It doesn't matter." I tell him. "Jo..." He unclasps my hands and legs and pulls me round, so that I'm sitting on his lap. "Ask me anything!" "Anything?" I ask and he nods his head. "I have a better idea." I tell him, as I place my hands on his shoulders. "Now I am intrigued." I kiss him quickly. " Dawson ?" "Mmhm..." "Truth or dare?" "Truth or dare?" "Yep." I reply nodding my head. He laughs. "Truth." "How often have you used that line?" "What line?" He asks as I start to suck on his ear again. "Let's christen your bed." I whisper in his ear, my voice husky. "Twice." He says. "Twice?" My mind starts to reel, wandering who else he's said that too. I just look at him before adding. "Um...who..." He cuts me off. "You know, technically that's another question, Jo." He says, lowering his head to kiss his way down to the piece of flesh between my breasts. "...but both times it was said to you." He lifts his head to look at me again. I must be looking at him puzzled. "I said it earlier, when we were standing in front of your dresser..." He trails off again, lowering his head to suck on one of my nipples, causing me to hold my breath for a moment. "And then after dinner..." He begins as he lays me down on the bed. "I whisked you away from the dinner table and said it again." Dawson finishes and kisses my nose. "The only difference was that we did after I said it the second time." I place the palm of my hand against his cheek and lean up to kiss him. The kiss is soft and lingering, my tongue seeking out his. "What was that for?" He asks. "I'm sorry, Mr Leery, but if you want the answer to that question then you'll have to wait until I say truth." "Okay then. Truth or..." Dawson trails of and suckles on me ear, as I run my fingers through his hair. Then he whispers. "...Dare?" "Truth." I tell him, my hands now around his neck. "What was that for?" "That's the question that you want to ask me?" I ask him as I trace his jaw line. "you can ask me anything and that's what you want to know?" "Hey, who's asking the question?" He says tickling me. "Why?" "Just because." I tell him. "Truth or dare?" "Wait, that's it? Just because." "Yes, there was no profound reason." I lean up and kiss him again. "I just wanted to. Of course there was the fact that I liked the total recall of when you said it too, but the main reason was..." He cuts me off. "Just because!" "Exactly." "Well from now on, Miss Potter, if you want to kiss me..." He leans down and kisses me. "...you'll just have to wait until I say dare." Dawson sticks his tongue out at me. I laugh at him and then ask, "So Dawson ...truth or dare?" ********** I can't believe how my mind always seems to wander to the things I've done with Dawson this past week. Especially when he's so close to me. I manage a quick side glance now and then, wondering if he knows...if he knows that I'm thinking about what he does to me. ********** As I wait on the traffic lights to change, I quickly glance at Joey out of the side of my eye. She's sitting with her arms crossed and biting her lip as she stares out the window. I wonder what she's thinking about. Wonder if she ever finds it hard to concentrate on what she's doing. If she knows the affect she has on me. ********** The previous night yeah yeah "So Dawson ..." She says, clasping her fingers in mine, as she kisses the back of my hand. "Truth, or..." She trails off, leaning up to kiss the side of my mouth. "...dare." She finishes laying her head back on the bed. last night before you fell asleep I mimic her actions, kissing her hand and kissing the side of her mouth, but I take it one step further. As I begin to stroke her thigh, I lay butterfly kisses around her mouth and then she parts her lips, throwing her hands around my neck. I part my lips too, and feel her tongue enter my mouth, her tongue seeking out mine. I break the kiss and catch my breath. "Dare." I tell her. She lays there for a moment, contemplating what she should have me do. After about thirty seconds she just looks up at me with a big grin on her face. "What have you got planned for me?" I ask. what are you trying to say to me "Oh you'll find out soon. Would you mind letting me up so that I can leave the room for a few minutes?" Joey asks. "Now why would I want to let you up?" I ask her. She laughs. "So that I can go get something that I'll need for your dare." everybody's searching for intimacy I think about that for a moment. "How do I know that that's not just some line so that you can escape from me?" "Well for two reasons. One, I don't want to escape." "Good answer." I tell her as I kiss her quickly. "Thank you, and two, I'm gonna enjoy this just as much as you are." "Really?" I roll off of her. "What are you waiting for? Why are you still here then?? Go." She gets up off of the bed, making her way towards the door. Then she turns back and runs towards me. "This is just so that you don't miss me too much." She climbs on my lap, straddling me and kisses me for a moment. Allowing my tongue to enter her mouth. Then she gets up and leaves the room. we come into this world alone "You know, Joey...I'm missing you already!" I call to her. "I'm sure that you are." She calls back. I get up from the bed and fix her blanket, picking my clothes up from the floor. They must have ended up back on the floor after things got a little heavy in here earlier. I lay back down on the bed and wait for her coming back, wondering what she has planned. " Dawson , are you ready??" She calls to me. "Yeah." "I need you to do me a favor. I need you to lay down on the bed and you have to close your eyes." "Okay." I say as I close my eyes. "If I come in there and your eyes aren't closed..." "Jo, they're closed." baby don't move away from me "Oh...Okay." I hear her enter the room, feel her climb on the bed beside me. "Okay, before you open your eyes you have to promise me that you won't laugh!" "I promise I won't laugh." "Okay, I'm ready, open your eyes." everybody's searching for intimacy I open my eyes and I'm speechless. I think that my eyes may actually pop out of my head. I'm honestly not thinking of laughing. "Wow." The only word that I manage to say. She just lies beside me, her head tilted slightly so that she can see my reaction. " Dawson , say something." "Wow! I can't really think of anything else right now. Did I say wow?" I honestly don't think that I've seen anything as erotic before. She smiles and I lean over and kiss her. "So Jo, just what is this?" "It's your dare!" "Yeah, I guessed that. You just haven't told me what I'm supposed to do." remember when you were a child " Dawson ...I dare you to take off this whipped cream bikini." She starts laughing after she says that. "Oh my God, I can't believe I just said that. This is silly. I couldn't think of anything else." She makes a move to get off of the bed. I catch her arm. "Where are you going?" "To take this off." "I thought that I was supposed to do that!" She doesn't reply, she just looks at me. "You want to...?" I nod my head. "Did I say wow already?? Cause at this exact moment Jo, I can't think of anything else I'd rather do." She lies back down on the bed and I lie beside her. "You know Jo, you really shouldn't have made this thing so skimpy!!" I hear her laugh a little as I start to lick some of the whipped cream from her breast. Her breath catches in her throat as I lap up the cream from her breast. As I suck on the nipple she runs a few fingers through my hair, incoherent moans escaping her lips. The effects of all this aren't completely lost on me, she must feel my very erect penis digging into her thigh. With her breast now free of the cream, I lean up to kiss her, allowing her to taste the whipped cream. Then I start the descent down her body again. Bypassing the breast that is still covered, then down past her stomach. I glance up at her again, to find she's watching me as I bring my lips to her thigh and kiss it. Another quick glance at her and she's biting her lip. I lower my head again..." Dawson ...!" ********** " Dawson ! Dawson ! You can go now." Joey tells me, snapping me out of my daze. "Huh?" I reply turning to look at her for a moment. "I said you can go now." I turn back towards the road to see the traffic lights have changed. "Oh thanks." It's probably a good thing that she's here with me because I'd have sat there remembering what happened after I took the whipped cream bikini off of her. I barely make it threw the next set of traffic lights and then we get caught in traffic. Ah...rush hour traffic, don't you just love it?? I quickly glance at Joey again, wondering what she's thinking about. Wondering just how mad she is. ********** The previous night. everybody's searching for intimacy "Oh... Dawson !" She shrieks as I thrust within her faster, causing her to climax. A few more thrusts and I do the same, before collapsing on top of her. Both of us breathless. We remain like that for a while. Then I roll onto my back, pulling her with me. Her head rests on my shoulder, her legs straddling me. "You know Joey, I didn't know that eating dessert could be so tiring!" I say into her hair. "Mmm..." I lean up a little and pull the blanket over us. " Dawson , I can't move. I'm just gonna have to stay like this!" She mumbles into the crook of my neck. baby come and lay down next to me... "I am not going to complain about that!" I tell her as I kiss her head. "Joey?" "Truth or dare?" She laughs and raises her head a little to look at me. "Well it's gonna have to be truth, because I do not have the strength to do any dares that you may throw my way." "Okay." I tell her, as she lays her head down on my chest. "Tell me the most daring place that you've ever had sex". "That's easy" She mumbles as I start to stroke her back. "I don't even have to think about that one. My dorm room." "That's it?" I question. "Your dorm room?" "Well you know...Audrey could have woken up at any moment...but you did really well to control your moans, Dawson ." I chuckle. "Yeah, you too. You want to sleep now?" "Mmhm." She mumbles as she nods her head on my shoulder. "Okay." I whisper into her hair as I kiss her head again, clasping her hand in mine. "Night Jo." She doesn't reply, she just nods her head and gives me a gentle squeeze. -------------------------------------------------- |