Kissing Me Without You
Disclaimer: I do not own Dawson's Creek, these characters, or have contact or relationships with any cast, crew, or production staff of Dawson's Creek. Dawson's Creek is the sole property of Columbia TriStar Television. I'm using these characters out of pure hobby. Any copyright infringement is unintentional, and this story is not meant for any monetary gain.
Setting: This story takes place in Season Four, somewhere in between Mind Games and Admissions
Couple: Dawson/Joey angst involving Pacey and Gretchen
Part 1: Joey's POV
A low growl escapes from the hood of my old truck as I stop it in Pacey's driveway. My eyes fix on the Jeep parked behind Gretchen's red and white striped truck. For a moment I wish that it wasn't there, that he wasn't inside the house with her.
As I walk up to the porch I can see blue light flickering off of the television screen. Those glass doors don't offer much privacy; I think and take a few steps closer to the house. I stop at the foot of the stairs, noticing how dark the room inside is. My eyes scan the panes until they stop on two shadowy figures sitting on the couch. Dawson and Gretchen are watching a movie and I can sense her boredom as she shifts awkwardly in her spot. They're sitting close to each other, but he seems too wrapped up in the movie to even remember that she's there. I watch her shift in her seat again and she looks to Dawson, wanting to touch him. He feels her eyes on him and looks away from the screen. She smiles.
"What?" I read his lips as he smiles at her. She says something to him, reaching for the remote control and turning off the TV. His face turns confused. "What was that for?" She puts a finger to his lips, silencing him as she moves herself on top of his lap, straddling him. She puts her hands on his cheeks and brings her lips down to his.
I know I should walk away as they start kissing, but I'm inexplicably frozen in my place. His body relaxes, sinking back into the cushions. His hands find their place on the skin of her lower back where her shirt has risen. She leans close to him, so close that their chests touch. I feel my heartbeat quicken. I remember how it feels to kiss him and I suddenly miss it. His kiss is slow and passionate, deep and emotional. It's different than Pacey's. Dawson takes his time, tastes the kiss, savors it. Pacey devours it as if he's starving. I long to be tasted and savored.
He looks so relaxed as he kisses her, his lips rising from hers every few moments before going back for more. The nerves on my lips and tongue tingle lightly and I imagine that I'm in Gretchen's place. He's running his hands around to the front of my shirt and carefully lifting it over my head. His eyes are scanning the curves of my body and his lips are planting gentle, sweet kisses on the softest skin of my neck. I'm entangling my fingers in his golden hair, closing my eyes as he pushes my bra strap off of my shoulder and kisses the skin. He feels comfortable but extremely excited, taking his time, teasing me. I arch my back, aching for more. Electricity courses through my body at his touch, the skin of his palms is soft against my back, his fingers easily unclipping my bra. I feel free now, unembarrassed in the sudden exposure. I trust him, and I know he enjoys what he sees as a smile paints across his face. I smirk and roll my eyes, covering my chest with my arms. "Don't look." I flirt.
"But…" He peels my arms up, "that's not fair."
"Shhh." I kiss his forehead and place my hands on the back of his neck as he lowers his face to meet my chest.
"Jo?" Pacey's voice makes me jump and I turn around to greet him.
"Hey." Despite my displeasure in his presence, I grin at him, walking over and planting a soft kiss on his lips. I feel hot and shaken but hide it easily. "You may not want to go much closer to the house, what's happening on that couch isn't too pretty." I joke.
A sickened expression spreads across his face. "You were watching?"
I force a laugh. "God no. I got here only a minute before you."
Pacey smiles. "Vamanos, then. We don't want to disturb them."
"No, of course not." I smile and head towards his car. But my grin falls as soon as I'm no longer in Pacey's sight. Sick as it sounds, I want to be back there watching them, wishing and imagining that it were me on top of him. I put my hands to my cheeks and feel their heat in the chilly air. Getting into Pacey's car, my eyes wander back towards the house. I can not see inside so I can only imagine. She's feeling his lips on her skin, his fingers through her hair, and the pressure of his body pushed up against hers. She's the object of his affection and attention, and must be reveling in it. I would revel in it if I could be in that position. I close my eyes as Pacey starts up the car, the vibrations of the old automobile traveling from my toes to my head. She must be feeling the vibrations of his body, the pulsations of his flesh running up and down her spine. I shiver slightly at the thought.
"Are you okay, Jo?" Pacey asks, glancing at me before pulling the car out of the driveway and onto the street.
"Mmm hmm. Just fine." I whisper, nodding lightly.
He's driving somewhere but I'm not paying attention. A picture of Dawson and Gretchen is painted on the inside of my eyelids. Like a movie, their actions replay in my mind. I'm getting off on it, on the thought of it. I want to jump out of the car and run back to the house to watch him, to watch her, imagining all the while, that it were me.
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