First of all, I don't write smut (don't look at me that way Laura!<g>), but this part is rated R for sexual content.
The song included is by 'N Sync, it's a beautiful song titled, "God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You"
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Dawson and Joey slowly danced across the room.
The night was perfect. The air was crisp and cool. The stars twinkled in
the sky outside. Everyone was dressed for a night to remember.
Joey sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms tighter around her boyfriend's
waist. She could feel herself just melting in his strong arms. The sweet
smell of his aftershave and cologne permeated throughout his tux. She pressed
her face closer into him and inhaled the smell. She sighed again and her
vision began to blur as she looked around the room at all the other happy
couples.
"Jo?" Dawson asked, looking at her tear stained face. He stroked
her cheek with the side of his index finger. "Joey, what's wrong?"
Joey smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. She pulled away after the
kiss and licked her lips. "This is like a dream come true for me, Dawson.
Being here with you tonight. It's the prom! I never imagined that I'd be
with you... Well I imagined it plenty, but never thought it could be true.
I love you so much. This is one of our last big nights together. I am so
happy we're together," Joey watched Dawson's eyes for his reaction.
He responded by gathering her up in his arms and carrying her across the
dance floor.
"Dawson! Dawson!! Put me down!!" Joey hissed in his ear, a little
embarassed. People were beginning to stare. Dawson smiled lovingly at her
and placed her down in the middle of the dance floor. The other students
formed a circle around her while Dawson ran up to the DJ and whispered in
his ear. The DJ nodded affirmatively and before she knew it Dawson was asking
her for her hand. She glanced nervously about her, but when her eyes returned
to his all fear, doubts and insecurities she had seemed to melt away.
"This one goes out to a pair of soulmates out there. Josephine "Joey"
Potter, Dawson Leery wants you to know that he loves you above everything
and everyone else. This song is just a symbol of how much it meant to him
when you two got together." The DJ spoke into the microphone softly,
as soon as he finished speaking her motioned to one of the lighting technicians
and all of a sudden Dawson and Joey were in the spotlight.
Can this be true?
Tell me can this be real?
How can I put into words what I feel?
My life was complete.
I thought I was whole
Why do I feel like I'm losing control?
Never knew that love could feel like this.
And you changed my world with just one kiss.
How can it be that right here with me there's an angel
It's a miracle.
Your love is like a river
peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret
I never could keep
When I look into your eyes I know that it's true
God must have spent a little more time on you.
Joey swayed back in forth in Dawson's arms. She was aware of the people
gaping at them but it didn't bother her suprisingly. All she cared about
was what Dawson felt about her. And she was immensely happy laying her head
against his shoulder. His arms were wrapped tightly around her torso and
his lips were on her neck. She couldn't imagine anything more perfect and
wonderful.
After the dance Dawson drove himself and Joey out to the beach. They walked
for a bit hand in hand as the smell of the ocean and each other's presence
seduced them. When Dawson finally laid out the blanket he had brought with
him they collapsed in each others arms and stared up at the stars in the
sky.
"Dawson, this was the most incredible night of my life. Thank you,"
He smiled against her cheek and squeezed his arms tightly around her. "I'm
so happy Joey. Thank *you*. You're the reason it's so wonderful. I couldn't
have scripted it better myself," he couldn't resist adding.
Joey raised an eyebrow and turned around to face him. "So you did script
this, huh? Okay then, tell me Speilburg, what comes next?"
He smiled. "Let me consult my script..." he put his finger to
his head pretending to be in deep thought. "A kiss. A sweltering, hot,
passionate goodnight kiss."
She looked at him. "Oh really? Cause that's not what I thought it said..."
she teased.
He nodded. "Oh yes, definitely. Lots of making out and necking to come
tonight when I get you home."
"Home?" she shook her head. "I am home," she gazed up
into Dawson's face. "Dawson you are my home. You make me feel confident,
intelligent, beautiful, capable, loved...when I'm with you I feel like I
can do anything."
He cupped her chin. "You *can*. That's not because of me. I may bring
out those traight in you but they're all yours. I can't take credit for
them," he gently kissed her lips. He was about to pull back when her
hand found the blonde curls on the back of his neck. She pulled him closer
and deepened the kiss. Soon clothes began to disappear and their kissing
became much more involved and intense.
Dawson's hands lightly brushed over Joey's breast. She didn't complain so
he reached around the back of her dress for the zipper and pulled it halfway
down. She resumed nibbling on his lower lip. He tasted so good and everything
felt so right. Dawson had both of the straps to her dress down when he suddenly
pulled back.
"Jo...this isn't in the script for tonight. Are you sure? I'm not making
you nervous, am I?" he asked concernedly.
She shook her head breathlessly and leaned up to kiss him. "I can't
think of anything else that would make this night more complete and wonderful.
I'm ready, Dawson, if you are..."
He answered her question by kissing her passionately on the mouth. "Mmmm...Dawson...
Do you have protection?" she was brought to her senses before things
got too intense. He looked into her eyes for confirmation. She nodded her
head and he reached for his discarded tux suitcoat. He pulled out his wallet
and removed a condom. He put it down next to them on the sand and went to
speak.
"Jo, the reason I have this in my wallet is--" he began with an
embarrassed look on his face. His explanation was cut off when Joey kissed
him again.
"Dawson, I don't care. I'm just glad you have it. No glove, no love.
And that would have been such a pain if I had to go home all horny. And
you guys think you have it bad...," she teased. Dawson looked at her
in a new light before she pulled him down on her.
Their kisses were passionate and slow. Neither of them wanted to rush this.
They could hardly believe that they were actually doing this. Dawson kissed
Joey from shoulder to neck and it was causing her to lose more and more
control. She didn't mind giving up that control too much. She knew that
Dawson would make sure she didn't do anything she would have regretted.
She slowly undid each button to his shirt and they knelt in front of each
other. Dawson slid the zipper all the way down to the bottom and Joey's
dress fell to the blanket. He had to admire her a moment before he proceeded
to kiss her all over. Joey's breath became very shallow when Dawson kissed
her above the chest. She reached up to undo her bra but he stopped her.
"Let me, please Jo..." he nuzzled her neck and stared down at
her white lacy bra. It barely covered the tips of her breasts and it was
driving Dawson crazy. Dawson lowered his hand to the middle of her chest.
He slowly undid the clasp and Joey watched his face anxiously as her breasts
were revealed to him. His mouth formed the shape of an "O," as
he sighed and reveled in her beauty. She kissed him on the mouth and Dawson
stroked her hair again before trailing his hands down her body. When he
came to her breast he circled them with his fingers before he brushed his
fingers lightly back and forth over her nipples. She moaned his name and
she bit her lower lip as he contined to touch and arouse her. Soon he replaced
his fingers with his tongue and lips and Joey sunk deeper and deeper into
the realms of ecstacy.
Afterwards Dawson wrapped himself and Joey in another blanket and he kissed
her on the cheek tenderly. "Dawson that was..."
"I know. It was," he smiled. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm not going to lie to you Dawson. The idea of sex used to terrify
me because of what it did to Bessie. And I felt so guilty because when I'm
with you I wanted you to touch me like that."
Dawson didn't move. "Joey? Are you saying... Oh god..."
She quickly turned around and carressed his cheek. "Oh no...no, Dawson.
I don't regret it. It's what I wanted and it felt so right."
He grinned and wrapped his arms gently around her. "I love you, Joey."
She looked up at the North Star in the sky and silently thanked it for making
her dreams come true. "I love you, Dawson."
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Joey tossed and turned in her sleep as memories of them together haunted
her. Usually that memory made her smile and it made her happy, but...not
tonight. Joey finally gave up on sleep and looked over at Dawson's sleeping
form. She sighed and thought a moment before removing her shirt.
She tossed it to the ground and looked down at her breast. The memories
of her and Dawson's first time together still haunted her. He had touched
her there and it had sent shudders of pleasure through her body...but now
Joey was terrified to even touch herself there. She blinked back a tear
before putting one arm behind her head and the her other hand formed two
fingers which she placed right on the outside of the breast. She felt so
stupid doing this, but she knew she had to.
Slowly Joey moved her middle and index finger in circles around her breast
near the lump under her arm. When she got to the nipple she lightly squeezed
it to make sure it wasn't causing her any discomfort. When she finished
that breast she moved to the next one and did the same test. Joey sighed
when it was over and quickly pulled her shirt back over her head. She hadn't
felt any lumps which was a wonderful sign. Maybe the lump under her arm
wasn't breast cancer. It wasn't near the breast that much, maybe it was
just an ingrown hair or something else stupid and trivial.
Joey glanced back over at Dawson and ruffled his hair. He made a noise before
rolling over in his sleep and spooning her. She layed back down on her side
and let him instinctfully wrap his arms around her body. Maybe everything
would be alright after all?
Well she could hope.
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