Yor mistake

Written By: Paradise Kendra

Summary: Takes place during and right after season premiere, The Kids Are All Right. How Joey and Dawson handle the situation had one of them want me to see if you just tell me what it is you see, or what it is you want to see. Dawson I’m begging you, tell me.”

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She was trying to give him every opportunity here and he wasn’t getting it. She saw the struggle inside him, she could feel the tension. They’d slept together three times in the last day and a half and now they could barely say anything to each other.

“I can’t make you see what you won’t, Joey,” he said.

She wanted to punch her fist through a door. He was being too realistic and not enough of a lover understanding what she would need to hear.

“You know what, I think you’re half right. We’re both children. We can know everything about each other as friends, as soulmates, but not lovers. I know you better than you know yourself but I can’t understand how to make you understand me and what I need anymore than you can.”

The phone rang. Joey jumped in surprise but didn’t want to answer it. Dawson stared at her, holding her gaze as the annoying phone rang its annoying ring. Joey leaned over and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Jo, it’s Audrey, listen, did you get everything settled with Dawson because if you didn’t I’ll just spend the night at Jen’s cause I’m exhausted-“

“No,” Joey said. “No, you don’t have to do that.”

“You’re okay with Dawson? You’ve gotten it worked out?”

Joey looked up at Dawson and ran her fingers through her silky long hair.

“Yeah, pretty much,” she said into the phone. Hanging it up, she looked back up at Dawson. “That was Audrey…she’s coming back.”

“That’s okay, I’ll go,” he said, turning and walking towards the door.

He was praying she’d tell him to stay, that she did believe him and that this lie was forgiven and wouldn’t ruin them. But she didn’t. He closed her door behind him. Joey lied down on her bed, her hair spread out like a fan as she tried to process her thoughts. A few minutes later Audrey came in, babbling on and it wasn’t that Joey didn’t appreciate or love her dear friend, but Audrey wasn’t the best person to talk to about deep things even you don’t understand.

“Actually Audrey, I’m gonna go take a walk,” Joey said, getting up.

“Are you sure? It’s so late-“

“I’ll be back soon,” Joey said, running a brush through her hair and putting some lip-gloss on her lips.

“I can go with you if you-“

“No, get some sleep,” Joey said, putting on her leather jacket, taking one last look at herself in the mirror. She wanted to make sure she didn’t look like a girl who’d been crying. “I’ll be back soon.”

As Josephine Potter walked the streets in the middle of the night it suddenly dawned on her how stupid this was, how dangerous. How young women get kidnapped, raped and murdered mostly at this time of night and that she was walking around like she was advertising for one of those disgusting acts. However, it also dawned on her how sick it was that women her age, younger and older had to worry about that every time they went outside passed sunset.

And speaking of stupidity, why was she walking around when she knew exactly what she wanted to do? She had always been so rational and so good, now she was going to be impulsive and not think, just act.

He walked around the set, flipping the switch so the lights turned on. It looked so vacant, he knew if he dropped a glass and it shattered the sound would echo through the endless set. He’d been on the phone with his childhood idol, childhood obsession, even Joey couldn’t believe he’d said nothing other than hold on. What else had he not said? What else in his life was he focusing so much on he forgot the rest? Suddenly the lights turned off, then off again.

“I thought you might be here.”

Dawson turned to see Joey standing there, her fingers on the light switch. She looked…good. Her hair was soft and shiny, her posture very self-assured, her eyes staring into his. Her lavender shirt with her chic leather jacket made her look like she she just stepped out of a magazine. Seeing he didn’t know how to respond, she came down the few steps and into his house he had recreated and where they spent dinner together earlier. Her high-heeled platforms hit the floor and it was audible in the entire building.

“I uh…was just walking up and down the streets and realized that was dangerous so I just wanted to walk to a place I used to go as a kid and feel the safest and the happiest. This is real close to it,” she said walking up towards him. “Though it’s missing the top floor and a ladder.”

Dawson didn’t quite know what to say. He didn’t know what she was thinking. If she was forgiving him or waiting for him to say something brilliant or to just shut up and listen. She sensed that and smiled a little as she bent her head down.

“It’s weird. We know each other inside and out as best friends, as soulmates, we know how much chemistry we have and how deep a connection, but when it comes to being lovers we’ve been pretty clueless. So I’m just gonna ask one question, and then I’ll go.”

“What do you want to know?” he asked softly.

“Do I mean something to you? And I don’t mean as best friend or any of the other 500 things we could call ourselves, but when you said she means nothing to you compared to me, did you mean that? Do I mean to you what you once said I did? Everything?”

He reached up to hold her face in his hands and she flinched as the electric shock ran through her veins when he touched her.

“I wish to God you didn’t have to ask that. I wish you just knew.”

She loved him so much it hurt just to refrain from going straight into his arms. Tears were stinging the back of her eyelids as she licked her lips to gain the courage to ask the next question.

“Do you still love me? And if you do can you say it to my face?”

Ironically she was the one who looked away at that moment, reveling in the feel of his hands holding her, but afraid to see the look in his eyes when he responded to her question.

“Can you face me when I say it,” he replied, and she reluctantly did.

When he said the words the damn broke and a tear fell. But the tears didn’t continue to fall and what rose up inside her was something other than tenderness and promises that didn’t need to be made right now.

“All right, then I forgive you, and I believe you. And…I want you,” she said as she gripped his face and pulled it to hers as she gave him the kiss of a lifetime.

Wrapping her arms around him and pulling his mouth to hers, their mouths opened and their tongues lashed around each other as Joey lowered herself to the floor, pulling Dawson down with her. She pushed him onto his back, climbing over him, leaning down to capture his lips with hers. Running her hands up and down his chest she slid her lips back and forth over the contours of his, gliding her tongue over the seam of his lips, demanding he give her access. When he obeyed and raised up to meet her body, he crushed her parted lips to his, his hands finding her waist. They situated themselves so she straddled his lap. Ripping her jacket off her body she plunged her tongue into his mouth, her beautiful hands caressing his throat down to his shoulders.

She moaned against his mouth, causing a surge of desire to shoot through his veins and want her even more. Her insistent, sexual kisses exhausted them both so much they had to tear their mouths from each other’s to come up for air. Dawson’s hands roamed the steaming skin that her shirt hid, and he with the help of her hands as well, tore her shirt off, revealing her breasts in a simple, white bra, but already her breasts were taut with desire. Pushing her shirt away from her shoulders so it fell to the floor behind him, he took one of the thin straps to her bra in his fingers and pushed it down, suckling her skin as her hands crawled in his hair.

Joey’s mind felt drugged from passion as she tilted her head towards the ceiling a little and felt his hands sliding down her back, taking control of her skin. He pulled her body slightly more against his hard body, unhooking her bra and slowly edging it off her shoulders he continued to plunder her mouth with his. Joey inhaled quickly as he removed her bra, and she parted her mouth from his to slip her hands beneath his shirt and push it up and off his body. She then looked back at him, receiving his mouth as her naked body pressed against his chest. Her tightened nipples felt the friction of his skin against them with each kiss and thrust. She tightened her legs around his waist, the ache in her growing as the cool air met her sensitive flesh. Bending his head he kissed the tops of her firm breasts and crushed her against him keeping the heat between them. They kissed slowly, exploring the other’s mouth until she sighed into his mouth, coaxing him to push her off of him to the floor where he slipped his hands beneath the waist of her jeans, unbuttoning them. Stopping to look at her, she saw him about to ask if she was all right and pressed her fingers to his lips.

“Shh, don’t say anything, don’t ruin it,” she whispered, lunging to him to kiss him. “Kiss me,” she whispered breathlessly against him, and he fully responded. “Touch me, Dawson.”

At this moment she didn’t care if he’d married someone over the summer, she just wanted him and nothing would stop them right now. His lips brushed the side of her mouth, moving delicately down her jaw to her ear. She sighed and clutched to him a little for support in the awkward, entwined position they were in. He trailed butterfly kisses down her neck to the swell of her breasts, licking every part of the naked skin until her hardened nipples strained for more attention. He didn’t disappoint. Dawson’s tongue traced the sensitive tips, his warm breaths made her shiver. Lifting his face, he continued his possessive exploration of her face, dragging his lips down to her eyes, where he softly ran his burning tongue smoothly over her closed lids. Running his hand from her neck inch by inch to her breast, he cupped it swiftly, and she breathed into his mouth, her sigh of pleasure rippled through his body. He pushed her against the floor, her skin colliding with the cold.

Dawson’s fingers pressed and scraped the skin of her back as if branding it, and he drew her closer to kiss her more deeply. She kissed him back, she being the dominate one, the one calling the shots and not asking but demanding he touch her. She ravaged his neck with her determined lips and tongue, nipping the skin as she trailed down to his collarbone. Lifting her leg and wrapping it around his waist, Dawson pressed his hips into hers. Closing her eyes she slipped completely inside his passion. He dropped his head and found her nipple, teasing it with his tongue until it contracted and tightened. Cupping all of her breast and squeezing gently, he looked into her piercing eyes.

No words were needed, they could read each other perfectly, and desire overwhelmed any patience they might’ve had. Leaning down a little to engulf her lips, Joey curled her arms around his back, examining the toned muscles of his back, her mouth opening to him completely. Joey’s mouth broke off his to drag her full lips down his neck, her hands caressing his chest as she placed hot kisses along the sizzling skin. She unbuttoned his pants while still using her tongue and lips on his torso. She lifted her head, her eyes flaring with passion that needed to be met and consumed. Placing her hand around the back of his neck to drive the kiss to deeper depths, his hands slipped the length of her body and pulled her tighter in his arms.

He held her in his arms as close to him as he could, never wanting to let go. Dawson trailed his sensual lips to the pulse in her throat, came up again, gently biting her on the chin. His tongue licked thoroughly across her full, warm lips. Joey’s mouth dropped open slightly and his tongue sank into her. Caressing his tongue with her own, Joey pulled his body over hers as his mouth left hers, his tongue circling the base of her breasts before he worked his way to the hardened centers. Nipping them lightly, she felt a spark of ecstasy course through her body and welcomed the feeling as it spread deep inside her.
Tightening her legs around him so he would make love to her, she leaned into his touch with a sigh and ground herself against him more forcefully. Not moving, she let them savor the movement, using her hand to bring his face up to meet her eyes. Looking in acknowledgement, determination, and lust, he began to move within her, which she immediately joined in to participate.

She held his shoulders tightly in her hands and then pulled his head back to kiss him deeply as he buried himself into her. As the strokes increased, what she saw became a blur, she tilted back slightly, lips slightly parted. Slipping his hand beneath her head he pulled her up and shoved his tongue into her mouth urgently, relishing her instantaneous surrender. Bending down to cup her breast, he kissed the bottom of it, then traced his lips around the base of her breast, finally taking her nipple into his mouth and slowly increased the pressure, causing her to curl against him more, and urge him on. As he felt her begin to shatter, he slowed the pace down, much to Joey’s protest. He wanted this to last longer, but was having an almost impossible time of doing so.

Tenderly he touched her face with the back of his hand.

“I love you,” he said.

She remembered their first kiss, how magical and how desperate they both were in that one moment. She smiled, reaching up to outline his lips with her long, elegant finger. Once he saw that same love in her eyes, he kissed her, sliding into her then pulling almost all the way out. Joey grabbed his back with both hands and when he pushed into her she arched herself to take all of him deeply. The force of her orgasm was driving him over the edge as they together pushed to the final thrust before the pieces of their vision seemed to fall away into nothingness.

“Do you ever feel like you should’ve been here along?” she said, turning onto her side, her elbow on the floor and her head propped up in her hand.

“Yes, more often than I’d like,” he said, brushing his fingers against the side of her face.

“Dawson I’ve…done some really stupid things, some really mean things-“

“No-“

“YES I have. I led you to believe things that weren’t true…or actually you thought them up and I didn’t do a good enough job of telling you they weren’t true. When I…broke up with you, I didn’t fall out of love with you, I haven’t ever fallen out of love with you. And I did break up with you without a good enough reason. I mean I had a good enough reason but I couldn’t keep that reason alive when I still loved you so much and I knew you loved me. So I pushed you away. And I hurt you-“

“Joey you don’t have to-“

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Not that sorry’s enough but I’ve needed to tell you that for a real long time. And that song from that American Idol show, A Moment Like This, that describes so deeply how I felt about our first kiss. You know I could’ve never seen you again after that night, I could’ve never really had your love returned or one of us could’ve died the next day, but we would’ve gotten something most people never get. That perfect moment when you stopped me from going out the window and pulling me to you.”

Dawson smiled as his finger traced the outline of her lips and down her throat.

“That moment changed my life more than I ever knew anything could. You told me you’d fallen in love with me twice, I didn’t have to fall in love with you, I already was I just…was too stupid to realize I wouldn’t have you forever unless I told you I needed you.”
She put her hand up in the air and he laced his fingers with hers.

“Not that I’m not having the time of my life but…what time is morning for this crew?”

Dawson’s face grew serious at the realization. “Oh shit,” he exclaimed.

“We should get dressed,” she asked, trying not to laugh at him losing it.

“Uh…yeah,” Dawson said, and she laughed.

THE END


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No infrigement intended, we're using the characters of Dawson Leery and Joey Potter just for fun. We are in no way affiliated to the WB or Sony company, neither to Kevin Williamson, his creator.