A/N God you guys are impatient... and you all jump to too many conclusions! This is just a short chapter, it was actually the ending of the previous chapter but I felt it was a little long.
Everything you want...
'Wait...' Joey pulled away from the passionate kissing they had been indulging themselves in for the last 10 minutes.
'Wh...what? What's wrong Jo?' Dawson said, trying to make her face out in the darkness.
'This is wrong...we can't...what we were thinking?' Joey started to jumble her words.
'I don't know about you but I was thinking about...' Dawson started.
'Sex? About having sex in this affordably priced hotel?' Joey finished.
'Well, yeah Joey. Can you blame me? I thought that was what you were thinking to,' Dawson said, trying to pull a reluctant Joey into an embrace.
'It is... was...is... oh I don't know.' Joey said, pulling away from Dawson and getting out of the bed, walking towards the window.
'Joey, I don't understand.' Dawson said, totally bewildered by everything.
Joey took a deep breath and looked out onto the sleeping city. 'We've built up these lives without each other, great lives and I am so grateful that we have but... as much as I try and be mature and move on, I can't forget what happened. I've tried and I've moved on but when I find myself in a situation like this, with you, it all comes flooding back. The way you hurt me, the way we hurt each other...I'm just so confused.'
Dawson got out of the bed and moved towards her slowly. He had almost fooled himself that this would be easy, that she would just fall into his arms.
'Joey, I can't apologise enough for what happened. I was a fool and it's something I have had to live with. That I will have to live with forever. If you don't want our relationship to become more than it is, then I accept that.' He said in a little voice, grabbing Joey's hand and caressing it in his.
'Dawson, you know that I want you. I always have. And I love you as much as I did all those years ago, probably more because of all this.' Joey squeezed his hand and smiled at him in the moonlight, her tears catching the rays of light. 'But how can I trust you?'
Dawson hung his head. He knew that the trust in their relationship was damaged, probably beyond repair. 'You can't. I can't ask you to trust me if every fibre in your body is saying you can't. But can I at least try to get your trust back? I want this to work, whatever 'this' turns out to be,' He looked up hopefully, a smiling Joey meeting his gaze.
Joey considered him for a moment. He was a man, not the over analytical boy she had once knew but she still recognised the conviction in his voice. She knew that he would make good his word.
'Okay.' She said in almost a whisper, leaning over and pulling in him a light embrace, not nearly as full as the passion they had felt earlier. Dawson returned the hug, happy that they had finally discussed what had been hanging over them, unhappy for other more obvious reasons.
'So, what now?' she said, pulling away.
'Sleep?' Dawson said.
They both shifted uneasily on their feet, neither of them really wanting to sleep. 'Yeah, good idea,'
They both made their way to the bed, which had been until a moment ago filled with passion and desire. They slowly climbed in, mindful not the touch the other, just in case.
'Good night Dawson,' Joey said, rolling over to face the wall, clutching her pillow tight.
'Night Joey,' Dawson said, stretching out on his back and staring at the ceiling.
