Summary: This is a sequel to my other fanfic 'It was about time' so
read it before you get lost.
Author's Notes: Author's note: Thanks again Karen, for being my beta
and for your help, and inspiration (you know I love your fan fics).
Thanks Bea for your ideas and for being my inspiration, too (I've read
your ff looking for ideas so..). OK, I know this is smut and all, but
please, send me feedback if you want me to keep on writing. Karen's
note's: you heard the woman, feedback. I mean please ;)
Joey woke up and tried to stretch herself but couldn't because there
was an arm lying across her stomach, holding her in place. She turned
her head a little and found a sleepy Dawson by her side. Then she
remembered, and smiled.
She couldn't believe they had made love the previous night.
She was happy, he was moving to Boston. Who was she trying to fool,
she was the happiest she had been for a long time. And while she
remembered how happy he had made her last night when she found him at
her door, she couldn't help remembering the things that followed. The
kissing, the touching, the lovemaking..
***FLASHBACK*** (the previous night)
As the song began on the radio, they leaned down on the bed, kissing
each other.
Dawson slid his hand down her shirt, caressing her back. His touch was
tender but sensual at the same time. He left butterfly kisses all
along her neck, to her collarbone. She was softly moaning his name,
and that was turning him on in a way that she couldn't imagine.
Joey was getting lost in his kisses, and she knew he was losing it
too. She remembered her birthday. That dance at Hell's Kitchen, the
talking, the snowglobe, .
And of course she remembered everything that had happened after that.
That night was wonderful. But as she was daydreaming and kissing
Dawson, she also remembered what followed next. Finding out about
Natasha and everything, and all because they had barely talked that
night. And she didn't want it to happen again.
"Dawson." Joey moaned.
"Ssh. Now is not the time to talk, Joey"
"No.Dawson.Wait..." Joey said pushing him off of her
"What's wrong, Jo?" He said, still kissing her neck.
"Nothing's wrong. But I think we should talk before doing anything."
He stopped and looked at her, a little worried. "What do you want to
talk about?"
Joey stood up and began walking around the room, while a nervous
Dawson looked at her, expecting her answer.
"About us. About where we stand right now. Back in L.A. you told me
you loved me but you thought it was too soon for us to get involved
again. Do you think we're now ready to be a couple?"
"Listen, Jo. I told you all that because I was in L.A. and you were
here, in Boston. And I thought that us being a couple was gonna be
hard enough without adding long distance relationship to it. But now
that I'm going to spend some time here in Boston, I'm looking forward
to giving us a try. Aren't you?"
Joey was still doubtful, but she loved Dawson more than anything and
she wasn't going to let him go.
"I think I could get used to having you around" With that she crocked
her half smile.
Dawson smiled as she approached him .
"Then, now that we've both agreed to give us a chance. Where were we?"
And with that she began kissing him, softly at first, their lips
barely touching. The next thing they knew was that they were kissing
fully, their tongues brushing, caressing. Their kissing was growing in
passion as they lost themselves in each other's touch.
Soon they found themselves on her bed again, but this time she was
half naked already. He didn't wait to take her shirt off, and while he
was admiring her, and remembering that night a few months ago, he
began to kiss all the way from her neck to her breasts. Touching her
through the fabric of her bra, at first, sliding the straps down her
shoulders, kissing the skin that was revealed. His tongue tasting her
now sweaty skin, drawing an invisible path to her breasts.
When he undid the clasp of her bra, he didn't waste any time before he
captured her already erect nipple between his lips, making her moan
his name. His licking and sucking was driving her crazy. She began to
lift his t-shirt, she needed to feel more of him and she needed to
touch him.
Once his shirt was on the floor, she started to kiss from his neck to
his shoulder. She took his face in her hands and lifted it up to hers.
"I want to feel you too", she whispered, smiling.
With that she began to travel down his chest, caressing the soft skin,
feeling the strong muscles. She kissed all the way to his left nipple
and began to suck on it, then biting it, making him moan.
He was aroused; his trousers had begun to get a little too tight to be
comfortable. That little mouth of hers was a sweet torture, and he
wanted more than anything to make her feel the same way.
He pulled her up so he was now looking right into her beautiful green
eyes, now clouded with love and desire. They kissed again, still
touching and teasing each other.
They kept their foreplay for a while, but they both had missed each
other too much.
Dawson rolled onto his back pulling Joey with him, so she was now
lying on top, her knees at both sides of his hips.
She smiled as she went back to kissing his neck, but this time she was
thrusting down to stimulate their inner thighs.
Dawson groaned as he felt her and placed his hands on her butt,
pulling her down harder.
She loved when he did that, grabbed her ass. She had never told him,
but it turned her on in a way he'd never know.
Dawson kept squeezing her and pulling her down, she was well aware of
how aroused he was, and it only turned her on more. She was on edge;
she could feel him between her legs, on her breasts, around her
nipples, down her hands. everywhere.
They began to move against each other without stopping, kissing, and
touching.
Joey stood on her knees as she kept on moving and Dawson took this as
a cue for him to lean up and he began to kiss one breast while he was
stroking the other one.
Joey let her head fall back in pleasure, moaning audibly.
Dawson knew she was enjoying what they were doing, but he knew that
there was something she would like more.
He lay down again but this time his hand found its way to Joey's
sensitive spot between her legs. He began to stroke her through her
pajama trousers. She gasped in pleasure and surprise. He noticed the
fabric of her pants was getting wet, and it made him want to feel her
wetness right in his hand.
She felt him remove his hand and opened her eyes. Then she noticed he
had moved them to the elastic and was sliding them down.
They looked intently at each other as Dawson slide one of his hand to
her core while the other pulled apart her underwear gently.
When he began to stroke her she couldn't help closing her eyes in
pleasure. He caressed her wetness, playing with her clit, rubbing her
entrance.
She moved her hips thrusting to his hand, groaning.
"Dawson. This feels really good." She moaned. "But I think it's not
fair. You're the only one playing". With that she moved off of Dawson
and lay by his side, still letting him touch her, but being able now
to touch him too.
She unbuckled his belt and undid the button of his trousers, then
began to stroke his erection through his boxers. This was time for
Dawson to groan in delight.
Joey cried his name as he continued rubbing her, this time slowly
sliding one finger inside of her.
Her strokes became more aggressive as her desire grew.
She was aching for him to touch her in her most intimate place again,
but he had gone back to rubbing her clit while nibbling her earlobe.
"Dawson. please. inside."She begged, her voice filled with desire.
That was what he had been waiting for. He slipped one finger inside of
her again, but this time he didn't remove it. He slid it in and out of
her vagina as his thumb teased her clit, putting her on edge.
She had missed his touch so much, so she found herself reaching her
climax really soon.
Dawson noticed she was near, and began to stroke her harder, moving
his finger faster, until he felt her inner walls contracting around
his finger and her fluids soaking his hand.
She was already moaning but with the last spasm of her orgasm she
cried his name.
They were now lying half naked, Dawson on top, looking at each other,
smiling. He leaned down and kissed her one more time.
He never wanted to stop kissing her, but this time, he had better
things in mind.
TO BE CONTINUED.
read it before you get lost.
Author's Notes: Author's note: Thanks again Karen, for being my beta
and for your help, and inspiration (you know I love your fan fics).
Thanks Bea for your ideas and for being my inspiration, too (I've read
your ff looking for ideas so..). OK, I know this is smut and all, but
please, send me feedback if you want me to keep on writing. Karen's
note's: you heard the woman, feedback. I mean please ;)
Joey woke up and tried to stretch herself but couldn't because there
was an arm lying across her stomach, holding her in place. She turned
her head a little and found a sleepy Dawson by her side. Then she
remembered, and smiled.
She couldn't believe they had made love the previous night.
She was happy, he was moving to Boston. Who was she trying to fool,
she was the happiest she had been for a long time. And while she
remembered how happy he had made her last night when she found him at
her door, she couldn't help remembering the things that followed. The
kissing, the touching, the lovemaking..
***FLASHBACK*** (the previous night)
As the song began on the radio, they leaned down on the bed, kissing
each other.
Dawson slid his hand down her shirt, caressing her back. His touch was
tender but sensual at the same time. He left butterfly kisses all
along her neck, to her collarbone. She was softly moaning his name,
and that was turning him on in a way that she couldn't imagine.
Joey was getting lost in his kisses, and she knew he was losing it
too. She remembered her birthday. That dance at Hell's Kitchen, the
talking, the snowglobe, .
And of course she remembered everything that had happened after that.
That night was wonderful. But as she was daydreaming and kissing
Dawson, she also remembered what followed next. Finding out about
Natasha and everything, and all because they had barely talked that
night. And she didn't want it to happen again.
"Dawson." Joey moaned.
"Ssh. Now is not the time to talk, Joey"
"No.Dawson.Wait..." Joey said pushing him off of her
"What's wrong, Jo?" He said, still kissing her neck.
"Nothing's wrong. But I think we should talk before doing anything."
He stopped and looked at her, a little worried. "What do you want to
talk about?"
Joey stood up and began walking around the room, while a nervous
Dawson looked at her, expecting her answer.
"About us. About where we stand right now. Back in L.A. you told me
you loved me but you thought it was too soon for us to get involved
again. Do you think we're now ready to be a couple?"
"Listen, Jo. I told you all that because I was in L.A. and you were
here, in Boston. And I thought that us being a couple was gonna be
hard enough without adding long distance relationship to it. But now
that I'm going to spend some time here in Boston, I'm looking forward
to giving us a try. Aren't you?"
Joey was still doubtful, but she loved Dawson more than anything and
she wasn't going to let him go.
"I think I could get used to having you around" With that she crocked
her half smile.
Dawson smiled as she approached him .
"Then, now that we've both agreed to give us a chance. Where were we?"
And with that she began kissing him, softly at first, their lips
barely touching. The next thing they knew was that they were kissing
fully, their tongues brushing, caressing. Their kissing was growing in
passion as they lost themselves in each other's touch.
Soon they found themselves on her bed again, but this time she was
half naked already. He didn't wait to take her shirt off, and while he
was admiring her, and remembering that night a few months ago, he
began to kiss all the way from her neck to her breasts. Touching her
through the fabric of her bra, at first, sliding the straps down her
shoulders, kissing the skin that was revealed. His tongue tasting her
now sweaty skin, drawing an invisible path to her breasts.
When he undid the clasp of her bra, he didn't waste any time before he
captured her already erect nipple between his lips, making her moan
his name. His licking and sucking was driving her crazy. She began to
lift his t-shirt, she needed to feel more of him and she needed to
touch him.
Once his shirt was on the floor, she started to kiss from his neck to
his shoulder. She took his face in her hands and lifted it up to hers.
"I want to feel you too", she whispered, smiling.
With that she began to travel down his chest, caressing the soft skin,
feeling the strong muscles. She kissed all the way to his left nipple
and began to suck on it, then biting it, making him moan.
He was aroused; his trousers had begun to get a little too tight to be
comfortable. That little mouth of hers was a sweet torture, and he
wanted more than anything to make her feel the same way.
He pulled her up so he was now looking right into her beautiful green
eyes, now clouded with love and desire. They kissed again, still
touching and teasing each other.
They kept their foreplay for a while, but they both had missed each
other too much.
Dawson rolled onto his back pulling Joey with him, so she was now
lying on top, her knees at both sides of his hips.
She smiled as she went back to kissing his neck, but this time she was
thrusting down to stimulate their inner thighs.
Dawson groaned as he felt her and placed his hands on her butt,
pulling her down harder.
She loved when he did that, grabbed her ass. She had never told him,
but it turned her on in a way he'd never know.
Dawson kept squeezing her and pulling her down, she was well aware of
how aroused he was, and it only turned her on more. She was on edge;
she could feel him between her legs, on her breasts, around her
nipples, down her hands. everywhere.
They began to move against each other without stopping, kissing, and
touching.
Joey stood on her knees as she kept on moving and Dawson took this as
a cue for him to lean up and he began to kiss one breast while he was
stroking the other one.
Joey let her head fall back in pleasure, moaning audibly.
Dawson knew she was enjoying what they were doing, but he knew that
there was something she would like more.
He lay down again but this time his hand found its way to Joey's
sensitive spot between her legs. He began to stroke her through her
pajama trousers. She gasped in pleasure and surprise. He noticed the
fabric of her pants was getting wet, and it made him want to feel her
wetness right in his hand.
She felt him remove his hand and opened her eyes. Then she noticed he
had moved them to the elastic and was sliding them down.
They looked intently at each other as Dawson slide one of his hand to
her core while the other pulled apart her underwear gently.
When he began to stroke her she couldn't help closing her eyes in
pleasure. He caressed her wetness, playing with her clit, rubbing her
entrance.
She moved her hips thrusting to his hand, groaning.
"Dawson. This feels really good." She moaned. "But I think it's not
fair. You're the only one playing". With that she moved off of Dawson
and lay by his side, still letting him touch her, but being able now
to touch him too.
She unbuckled his belt and undid the button of his trousers, then
began to stroke his erection through his boxers. This was time for
Dawson to groan in delight.
Joey cried his name as he continued rubbing her, this time slowly
sliding one finger inside of her.
Her strokes became more aggressive as her desire grew.
She was aching for him to touch her in her most intimate place again,
but he had gone back to rubbing her clit while nibbling her earlobe.
"Dawson. please. inside."She begged, her voice filled with desire.
That was what he had been waiting for. He slipped one finger inside of
her again, but this time he didn't remove it. He slid it in and out of
her vagina as his thumb teased her clit, putting her on edge.
She had missed his touch so much, so she found herself reaching her
climax really soon.
Dawson noticed she was near, and began to stroke her harder, moving
his finger faster, until he felt her inner walls contracting around
his finger and her fluids soaking his hand.
She was already moaning but with the last spasm of her orgasm she
cried his name.
They were now lying half naked, Dawson on top, looking at each other,
smiling. He leaned down and kissed her one more time.
He never wanted to stop kissing her, but this time, he had better
things in mind.
TO BE CONTINUED.