Tangled together by the misty aftermath of their love making last night. It was always hard to get out of bed when they had first gotten married. Now it was harder, considering they knew each others bodies so well. Dawson fluttered his eyes open, felt warm breath on his chest, while he tried sitting up.
"Mmmm." Joey purred turning and placing more of her weight on his body.
Dawson stroked her back with his free hand feeling her warm skin. Her wavy hair was sprawled across his chest, as her legs became tangled more with his. "Jo' babe..."
The morning sunlight broke into the bedroom shinning right on the couple. Parts of the sunlight also shinned light on the many clothes skewed around the room. Dawsons blue dress shirt dangling over the lamp. Joeys maxi skirt tossed on the armchair, and everything else was somewhere else.
"Jo'...Jo'...c'mon I gotta get to work." He said between her kisses, that Joey was giving him. Work being the Dream-works Production office. Bossing writers around, supervising directing meetings, and writing scripts too.
Joey had climbed his broad body suckling on his warm skin feeling Dawson rub her back up and down. The sheet placed over them was a bit wet, let's just say they got a bit wild last night. The kissing became more intense, Joeys tongue swirling around in Dawsons mouth, while his fought back to. Words like "I'll" "Let" "You" "Go" spouted from Joeys mouth before Dawson pulled the sheet over them. Round 2. ******
After falling prisoner to their morning love making, the couple was up and getting ready. Joey brushed her hair out trying to get the it straighten. Dawson jogged downstairs holding two ties in his hand.
"Jo'!" Dawson shouted from downstairs while his head was poked into the fridge.
Joey dropped the brush, "Shit." She cursed bending over still in her towel from her shower and picked it up. "Yes?!"
"When did you buy granola?" He asked, his voice getting closer, and foot steps being heard.
He was now standing in the doorway shirt still opened, belt undone, and two ties around his neck. "You're still on that health kick?"
Joey rolled her eyes as he held up the granola packet, so she could see it in the mirror. "Yes. You put on five pounds last month."
"But I worked it off." He admitted. Now directly behind her, he moved some hair out the way and kissed her neck. "I was working you."
"Of course." Joey laughed at Dawsons dirty pun. It was almost like Dawson thrived on being a naughty and talking like a fifteen year old school boy.
It was strange. Sometimes, Joey would catch herself glancing at Dawson and could almost see that fifteen year Spielberg fanatic still. But he had progressed on from that. Turned into a strong, handsome, still the dreamer, man. Leaning back against him she closed her eyes. Dawsons kisses always made her skin feel shimmery, caused her stomach to grow light with butterflies too. Some things never changed.
Dawson looked into the mirror at Joey. In a flash he could still see that girl from across the Creek. The same girl who took his breath away, challenged him on the daily, and the girl whom he fell in love with. Finally, he and Joey had gotten married, they had put their scared pride aside and worked through any problem they had.
Their relationship was sudden, passionate as it always had been, but different. Maybe because they were older and had long left that angst of teenage drama behind, or maybe it was because Joey needed him. When Joey called Dawson that night, it changed the course of their soulmate love, it changed them forever.
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Flashback
Jens death had brought them all together. Ironic. How the girl who had only stumbled upon them that day on the dock could bring them all closer and she was the one leaving them all. After her funeral, Joey had once again been caught between the two men of Capeside. Stuck with who to choose, she thought she had listened to her heart this time. Now here she was a year later, and stuck in this same spot. Longing for him. Dawson.
Joey didn't plan on this happening. She didn't plan on falling in love with Dawson again or more in love than she had been. But she couldn't help it. They had grown closer and sometimes pretended they were dating anyway. Dawson seemed to always be in New York or Boston. It was due to him putting the finishing touches on his show The Creek.
Joey always felt honored when she watched The Creek. Dawson had captured their teenage years so perfectly, and sometimes a bit too perfect. However, it didn't stop Joey from calling him ever Wednesday night to talk his ear off.
Soon the phone calls became longer. The visits became longer, the hand holding was a must when they went out, and then there was kissing. Neither of them minded the innocent pecks on the lips. Dawson always kept fifty feet when it came to the kissing, he knew Joey was tied down with Pacey. One night she had called to him that she and Pacey were engaged. Although, it broke Dawsons heart a little, he was still happy. It was all about moving on and forgetting.
The kissing became intense one night. Then it went further. Joey slithered into Dawsons lap attacking his lips with her sweet kisses. His warm hands stroked her exposed back (Joey had taken off her wool sweater, the fire place was pushing out a lot of heat). "Joey..." Dawson whispered into her neck. His voice husky with passion and want. "We're committing a felony."
"Might as well finish it." Joey said back ripping open his shirt.
Now two weeks later, here she was still feeling their love making on her. Pacey walked into the kitchen, he knew something was wrong. He could sense it. The last two weeks he and Joey hadn't said one word that had meaning. Instead, they argued and that wasn't okay for a soon to be married couple.
Joey figured she had nothing to loose. Taking off her ring, she handed it to Pacey. Over by the door Joey had already packed her bags. "I'm sorry." She whispered as Pacey pulled her into a hug. "Me too. But, we'll always have memories."
As Joey sat on the train she held the phone to her ear. It rang three times, and soon he answered.
"Hello?"
"Dawson?"
That's how it started. Boston held memories beyond compare. Jen still lingered there, Audrey still lived there after being kicked out of her band, and now Dawson lived there part time. His front door was open, he was waiting for her, because Dawson was set to leave for Europe tomorrow morning. "Jo'?" He asked her. He knew something was wrong. He could hear it in her voice over the phone.
Joey didn't say anything, instead she hugged him attaching herself to his body. Crying into his shoulder, Dawson rubbed her back. "I love you Dawson."
Veering back Dawson say her eyes flicker with that smokey passion and deep seated love. He had seen her look at his best friend like that years ago, and now she was looking at him like this. He knew. She knew. It was right. It was finally right. "Will you marry me?" Dawson whispered pressing his forehead against hers. "Yes." ****
Dawson played with his thoughts while sitting his swivel chair in his office. That memory would always be something that he loved. A twinge of hurt pegged at his heart regarding Pacey. Just when things were getting back to normal, the Universe came in and blew things up. Dawson figured Pacey wasn't too happy to discover that his once fiancee had run off to Europe and married two weeks later. Or, Pacey was probably mortified to know that Joey and Dawson had slept together two weeks before.
Shaking his head off thoughts of the past, he then thought of happier times. Pacey had found happiness too. Andie. He and Andie had met again in her return to Capeside for Amy's birthday. Joey and Dawson had seen it from the moment Andie walked in. The glances, laughing, teasing, and they knew. Pacey and Andie had married five months later. Then nine months later had twin babies. Two girls which they named Jennifer and Michelle. Precious. Everyone in their friend group had kids. Pacey and Andie had twins, Jack and Doug had Amy, Audrey even had a child! She never would tell them who the father was, but Dawson had a feeling it was his old friend and personal mentor Todd Carr.
"Mr. Leery, you have a meeting with Paramount Productions." His assistant Linda said over the intercom.
Ah, the joys of L.A. Dawson and Joey had moved to California after they returned from Europe. Trips to Boston and Capeside were often in the beginning, but now they were a treat. But, a Capeside visit would be coming soon. On Friday actually, they were gathering for Jens birthday.****
Joey smiled at her last client, placed the manuscript on her desk, and sighed. That was the last client that claimed their book was pure gold. Joey knew about peoples goals and aspirations, but some people were delusional at the same time. "Ughh!" Joey roared hearing her phone ring.
"Hello?"
"Mmm, someone sounds tired. It's my turn to pick up dinner. Thai?"
Joeys mouth curled into a smile. She loved hearing his sweet voice over the phone. "Yes, the usual please baby."
They chatted for a bit, explained their days. "Mom called, she saw us on US Weekly."
"Guess she'll be blabbing about it at the local grocery store." Joey laughed. She was just poking fun. Gail always found time to talk about Dawson and Joeys success to anybody who would listen.
Dawson laughed over the phone, then called out. "Taxi! Alright, I'll see you at home baby."
"Bye," Joey purred. The way Dawson said that, made tingle flutter down her spine. She knew. She knew that a night of passion would becoming.
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Her tongue licked around his finger, her hands digging into his shoulders. Their bed squeaked, rocked, and moved along to their romantic rhythm. They had been going at it on and off. One touch, teasing kiss, would start them up.
"Ahhh yes baby, yes!" Joey hissed out letting go of Dawsons finger, as he plunged in and out of her.
"Jo'! Joey ahh, Joey!" He called back in the crook of her neck.
Muffled moans, cries of ecstasy, shuffling of sheets, and kisses could be heard. Then, sweet sighs of satisfaction. "That was...beyond amazing." Joey spoke breathlessly, while moving to the other side of the bed.
"Nooo." Dawson whined pulling his petite wife back on his warm body.
Joey toyed with her diamond wedding ring, while listening to Dawson breath. His hand stroked her wavy hair, while tickling her shoulder with his warm finger tips. "Andie sent me a picture of the twins, They're so cute."
"Mhmmm." Dawson yawned sweeping some hair out Joeys face. "We lot sure have changed."
Although Dawson was near the stages of total slumber, she could hear it in his voice. He sounded like he was left out. She knew what he wanted, because she wanted the same thing. A baby. "Let's have a baby." Joey whispered before snuggling into Dawsons warm body.
