II.

I'm supposed to be working, filming starts in two weeks—and yet I still can't stop thinking about her. Todd's got his espresso and is checking out the location. I've walked back to the van just so I can have a few moments alone. Last night was incredible—she was, is incredible. I mean, that was that fantasy, wasn't it? To wake up with the woman I've loved for more years than I can remember securely within my arms.

She was sleeping so soundly I didn't dare disturb her…but I couldn't resist. Just a little taste, a little nibble on her shoulder. Okay, so what if I moved my hand there? I nuzzled the back of her neck. She smelled like delicately fragrant spring flowers. But I didn't want to wake her. Perhaps if I moved my leg just a bit, my emerging erection wouldn't be trapped against me but pressed squarely between us.

Oops! She moved. Then she interlaced her fingers with mine and turned towards me. I almost died and went to heaven. Her kisses were sweet and, dare I say it?, loving. I wanted to thank her for an incredible evening, but the romantic dope in me held back and the stud kicked in. I rolled on top of her, intent on surpassing last night's performance.

She sat up. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, of course not," she said. "It's just that…I don't know how to say this. Last night, things progressed so quickly and…It's not like I planned it or anything but…" She hesitated for a moment. "We didn't have the talk, Dawson." "Oh," I said, pretty sure what was coming next. "You mean we didn't practice safe sex." She smiled sheepishly; it was sweet. "Don't be embarrassed. You're right."

"It's not like I think I have to worry about you, Dawson. You're the last person in the world I'd be worried about..." "So you're concerned about the etiquette?" I laughed and she did, too. "No, listen, you're right, Jo. And I should have thought of it first. Would you like me to wear a condom?" Joey hedged, but I sensed that she did. I moved away, knowing that I didn't have anything in my backpack. "Maybe I should take a shower."

Joey reached out her arm and stopped me. I didn't want to turn around because I didn't want her to see my hopeful expression. "Audrey has a stash in her nightstand," she said. Clunk! I was opening that friggin' drawer in two seconds. "A stash? Jo, she's got a whole goddamn pharmacy here. Does she supply the entire floor? Okay, we've got your ribbed ones, lubricated ones, scented ones, rubbers for endurance… Hmm." "How about ribbed," she said softly. I was touched. Whoever thought Joey Potter would be making sexual requests from me?

The next revelation was not far behind because she insisted on helping me put it on. Excuse me for sounding crude but I almost came in her face when she said that. I feel like an animal with her and yet more than anything I think she needs tenderness, so I hold back.

We wasted no time getting back to it, and in the morning light I marveled at the changes in her facial expression as she seduced and prodded me on. I was in more of a hurry this time. I could tell she was about to come so I did something I learned from one of the girls in Hollywood and I moved off her center; she had this slightly quizzical, almost perturbed look and I couldn't help smiling a bit.

I made her ask for it. And I'm telling you, that was hard because I was ready to come big-time. She only tolerated my diversion for a couple of minutes before putting her hands on my ass and directing me back to her center of heat. This time, I definitely heard her come first, shaking, shuddering, trembling…and when she moaned my name, I couldn't hold it one. more. second. I exploded.

God, I love her.

I should have told her about Natasha…