Prom Night
Part 2 in the Vacation series
by Bitsy

Rating: R, due to sexual content

Short Summary: Dawson contemplates proposing to Joey despite the fact that she had only broken her other engagement a few days before. Pacey realizes that he loves Jen and doesn't know how to tell her. A day of shopping in Palma causes Jen and Joey to scheme into seducing their men the following night.

Disclaimer: The disclaimer mentioned in part 1 applies to all other sections of the story.

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Carefully opening the door to the mansion, Jen and Joey looked around for signs of Dawson and Pacey--the coast was clear. Each one running up the staircase that corresponded to her wing, they rushed their purchases up to their bedrooms. Joey and Dawson were sharing, so, leaving her bags outside for a minute to make sure Dawson was gone, when she saw that he was, she began unpacking her things--hanging her dress, hiding her lingerie in her dressing room, and positioning her new make-up for use later on that night. Having gotten rid of all of the evidence except for the soft lavendar lingerie bag, Joey walked to the window to see if she could see Dawson. Hearing a soft knock on the door, she panicked. What if it was Dawson? No. Why would he knock to get into his own room?

Joey opened the door to find Jen in the sexy white bikini that she had just bought.

"They’re at the pool--I can see them out my bedroom window" Jen said with a twinkle in her eye, "What do you say we start the seduction a little early?"

Smiling wickedly, Joey pulled the skimpy bikini that she had just bought out of the dresser drawer. It was dark and soft, made of a strange irridescent scaly fabric that successfully and tastefully simulated snake skin. Both girls looked fabulous. Slipping on a pair of sandals and tying a long black sarong around her waist, Joey picked up the shopping bags and took them downstairs with her to throw away in the kitchen. Smiling to each other as they walked out the back doors, they descended to the pool, perfectly in step. Pacey had been saying something to Dawson, who, upon seeing the girls, had stopped listening. Turning around to see what had distracted him, Pacey saw Jen and Joey approaching.

"Hey, boys.", Jen said.

"Did you miss us?", Joey followed.

Dawson and Pacey stood up to kiss their girlfriends hello. Neither could conceal their excitement.

"We always miss you when you’re gone.", Dawson said sincerely, smiling at Joey, and pushing her hair behind her ear.

"How was shopping? What’d you buy?", Pacey asked Jen and Joey.

"You know...", Joey said, "clothes and stuff. How about you guys?"

"We didn’t see anything we liked--that’s why we came back so early.",Dawson recovered.

"Would you ladies like a drink?", Pacey offered, motioning towards the bar.

"Actually, Pacey, I was hoping that you might walk me down to the beach--I rally want to check it out.", Jen said suggestively.

"Sure!" Pacey said smiling.

Putting on a pair of flip flops and a shirt, Pacey took Jen’s hand.

"So we’ll see you guys later?", Pacey said, waving as Jen pulled him impatiently along.

Joey and Dawson just lauged. Turning a little serious and taking her hands, Dawson caressed Joey’s face and whispered in her ear. He wasn’t usually so forward in his sexual references--he normally considered it tasteless to comment on a woman’s body, but he couldn’t help himself this time. Joey was absolutely irresistable.

"You look good enough to eat.", Dawson said softly, beginning to kiss and bite her neck softly.

"Dawson...", Joey said shakily. He didn’t realize how much he made her want him.

"Jo...", he said. Lifting her chin with his finger and finding her lips, he kissed her deeply.

Joey, though extremely tempted to can the plan for later that night and lead Dawson upstairs right then, controlled herself. Pulling away, she tried to play it cool. Smiling sexily, she ran her fingers through Dawson’s hair.

"It’s already hot enough out here.", she said. Dawson blushed a little.

"So do you want a drink, Jo?", he asked, trying to regain control of himself.

"A Perrier with lemon?", she asked smiling sweetly, "I’m just going to take a dip and get a little wet.", she said, catching Dawson’s deep blue-green eyes on the word ‘wet’.

Dawson couldn’t move. Although he was supposed to be getting Joey’s Perrier, his body had lost all muscle control. Had Joey just made a sexual pass at him or had it been his imagination? He knew that she was attracted to him, but hadn’t expected her to be coming onto him so soon considering the circumstances. Dawson was sure that Joey knew how badly he wanted her, but he also hoped that she knew that he would never hurt her and was willing to wait until she was perfectly comfortable. Although he would have loved to entertain the thought that he and Joey would really make love on this vacation, he hadn’t expected it and had mentally prepared himself to be content with snuggling every night and waking up with her in his arms.

Mesmerized by her, Dawson watched as, with an easy pull, Joey’s long, dark sarong fell to her feet, revealing the flattering cut of her suit and her perfect legs. She was facing Dawson, so as she bent to pick her sarong up, he couldn’t help staring at her perfect breasts as gravity pulled them forward for the reach. Taking off her watch and throwing it on her pool chair, she reached back to the elastic that was in her hair, and, pulling it out with one hand, shook her hair out and combed through it with the other. Before turning around towards the deep end of the pool, she caught Dawson’s eye. Dawson melted--her long dark hair wild and cradling her face, her perfect figure in the suit--as she walked, he couldn’t help noticing the strength and firmness of her body. Positioning herself in the middle of the edge, she paused briefly, and then dove easily and beautifully into the pool, making no splash. Her tanned body could be seen against the black tile of the pool, gliding easily underwater. She didn’t surface until she was where the opposite wall would have been. Instead there were stairs. Joey climbed easily up, where Dawson stood in the same position that she had left him.

Joey smiled to herself. She knew that the desired effect had been achieved. Picking up her towel, she began drying herself off. Remembering himself, Dawson moved towards the bar to get drinks for the two of them. Upon his return, Joey was stretched out on her pool chair, sunglasses on, sunblock in hand.

"Thanks, Dawson", she said as he set the drinks down on the table in between their chairs.

"Mmhmmmm...", was all that Dawson could manage.

"Would you mind rubbing lotion on my back?", Joey asked innocently.

"Not at all.", he said.

Joey reclined her pool chair so that it was flat and turned over onto her stomach, undoing the knots which held her bathing suit top together. Dawson sensually massaged the fragrant lotion into Joey’s back, getting her neck, her arms, and the back of her legs. She could tell that he was enjoying it as much as she was. Reluctantly, Dawson stopped for fear that if he didn’t do so soon, he might have to excuse himself to relieve the tension. After Dawson redid her straps, Joey turned over and sat up.

"Would you mind rubbing lotion on my front?", she asked.

Dawson let out a nervous little laugh, asking "Do you even know what you do to me?"

"Mmm." She peered out from above the rim of her sunglasses to look at Dawson’s shorts.

"You don’t have to answer that.", he said quickly.

"And you don’t have to rub lotion on my front", She said, playfully reaching for the bottle.

"I simply asked if you knew what you did to me. I never said I didn’t like it...", Dawson said smiling, bringing the bottle out of her reach.

Joey stood up, now seriously interested in getting the bottle away from Dawson. Walking away backwards, Dawson soon turned around to run, but Joey sped up, and at the edge of the pool, tackled him, sending them both flying into the cool water, laughing. The shock of immersion in the cold water calmed Dawson down a little, but not for long...

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"You can see straight to the bottom for miles, I’ll bet...", Jen observed as she and Pacey waded in the salt water. "It’s beautiful, isn’t it Pacey?"

Jen looked up to see that Pacey hadn’t been looking at the water at all--he’d been looking at her. He could hardly believe that such a wonderful woman was interested in him. She was smart, beautiful, fun, beautiful...She’d really outdone herself this time. Her perfect figure made her make anything look good, but her wearing that little bikini was doing things to him. He was trying to concentrate on what she was saying, but it was very, very hard (no pun intended).

"Not as beautiful as you.", he said, stepping towards her.

She leaned up to kiss him softly on the lips, but, unable to control himself, Pacey pulled her in just a little closer, lengthening their kiss. Jen responded by stepping in even closer and circling her arms around his neck and stroking his hair softly with her hand. The other hand moved slowly down his bare back. She could feel his excitement mounting, and, not wanting to tease too cruelly, pulled away, biting him playfully on his nose.

«"’ll bet I can beat you to the buoy and back", Jen challenged. "Yeah, right. Like you spend a lot of time at the beach in New York...I’ll slaughter you.", he replied.

"Prove it.", Jen said, running into the waves and diving.

The two, both strong swimmers, raced to the buoy and back, up to the beach where the water ended. Landing at the same time next to each other, they collapsed on the beach.

"I won!", Pacey said.

"We tied!", Jen replied, out of breath.

"You OK there, Jen? You seem a little out of breath...", Pacey said with fake confidence.

"Well instead of just sitting there waiting for me to die, why don’t you give me mouth to mouth or something?", Jen came back, laying back on the ground.

"I thought you’d never ask..." , Pacey replied, climbing on top of her and kissing her passionately.

Jen might’ve lost it right there. Pacey’s body against hers, romantic, secluded beach, passionate kisses...but she stopped herself, resigning to hold out until that night. Pacey didn’t know what he was in for.

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"We’ll be down in five minutes!", Jen shouted down to the courtyard where Dawson and Pacey were waiting for them, "Why don’t you meet us in the main hall?", she suggested.

"Women!", Pacey said loudly when he was sure that Jen and Joey could hear, "Always late!"

Ignoring his last remark, Joey and Jen put the finishing touches on each other for their big romantic double date. Both women had bought their dresses at Suky Rosan, the island’s most elegant eveningwear store. Jen had bought a fabulous beaded summer gown which hugged her curves to the floor. It was a subtle lavendar beginning at Jen’s shoulders and fading into a lighter shade towards her ankles. The pattern of the beads was especially flattering, showing a little bit of skin in the scantily beaded places, and probing the imagination to wonder what was under the dress. Joey had chosen a flattering off-white floor length satin gown. It was light and flowy--very simple, but of an excellent cut that made her look her best. Both had pinned their hair up in fancy twists, and had skillfully applied their make up so that they would look au naturel. Jen’s dress accented her beautiful eyes, and Joey’s accented her tan and her dark coloring.

As they made their way down the grand staircase leading to the north wing, their beauty managed to, for the second time that day, bring Pacey and Dawson’s conversation to a standstill. Dumbfounded the boys stood. Smiling at each other upon reaching the ground, Jen took Pacey’s arm and Joey took Dawson’s. The two handsome, elegant couples walked out to the white stretch limousine that awaited them. Nobody knew what to say. Telling the girls how beautiful they looked, though true, was becoming a little redundant. But Dawson and Pacey didn’t look so bad themselves in their tuxedos. Once seated comfortably in the limousine, where Dawson and Pacey had red roses and champagne waiting, Pacey proposed a toast.

"To the most beautiful women in the world, and also the best friends. May you continue to drive Dawson and I crazy with desire for many years to come.", Pacey proclaimed.

Jen and Joey could just laugh, but they knew that Pacey had been serious. With all the sexual tension they had created that afternoon and now the beginning of their plan to seduce their men...It was a little bit cruel to tease them, but it wasn’t as if they weren’t going to deliver...

As the limo whisked them down to the Hotel Diana, the most luxurious hotel on the island which featured fine dining and ballroom dancing every night, Joey looked over at Dawson and thought excitedly about the night to come. While she had to admit that she was having a lot of fun using her ‘femininity’ to tease him, coming so close to going further than they had in eight years had made her realize how attracted she was to him. Sure, he was the love of her life, and she had wanted him back for years, but now, knowing the new him, seeing what a man he had become--so sure of himself, so refined, so grown up in mind and body, was really a turn-on for her. She wasn’t sure how much teasing she’d be able to do before giving in herself to Dawson’s allure.

Her thoughts were broken as they arrived at the hotel. The staff had been expecting them and greeted them with the warmest welcome. They were given the best table in the house--the one that had the best view of the band and the dance floor. It was like walking into a time warp. Dawson loved it--so staged, so perfectly planned--it was as if time had stood still in the 1930s and one of the most famous dance clubs had been preserved. Rick’s American Bar from Casablanca came immediately to mind. Elegantly dressed couples danced. The light, winding smoke of burning cigarettes could be seen and sensed in the air. A candle burned on their table. A cigarette girl made the rounds selling her wares. Gambling was going on in a room close by. People were having a great time with their companions. The atmosphere was perfect.

After having eaten a delicious meal and finishing a couple bottles of wine, it was already eleven o’clock. But apparently, that’s when the whole party started. The mood of the music changed a little bit. The band started playing "It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing", and in a split second, the whole place jumped to attention. Wealthy, important people of the world had come together for dinner in Mallorca and were swing dancing together. Dawson tried to pull Joey out on the floor for that one, but Joey had denied him, fearing that she would probably kill herself if she tried to swing, and was content watching Jen and Pacey.

And speaking of Jen and Pacey, the way they danced, they looked like their arms were meant for each other. They each anticipated the other’s moves. Even though their dance had been completely unrehearsed, every song that they did dance together, they made look simple. They were the best looking and most compatible dance couple on the floor. The one exception was, of course, Dawson and Joey when ‘Por Una Cabeza’, the famous tango came on. It was special to she and Dawson--back when True Lies had come out and Arnold Schwarzenegger danced it with Tia Carrere and then Jamie Lee Curtis, Dawson and Joey had learned how to do it themselves. Neither had ever been able to dance that tango with anybody else, and therefore hadn’t done it in over ten years!

When Dawson heard the music start, his heart nearly stopped. Trembling as he offered Joey his arm, Dawson accompanied her to the dance floor. Would he still remember? Facing Joey and looking deeply into her eyes, he began dancing. Lost within her, they moved dramatically to the music. This is how he had always dreamed that their dance would be. He in his tuxedo at some fabulous place, she in her beautiful gown with her hair pulled back. The dance, then the party, then the world to themselves. It was as if they were in a movie.

It had only taken Dawson about ten seconds to regain his confidence in the dance, but even from the very beginning, other club guests and dancers could see the spark between Dawson and Joey. Not even halfway through the song, the dance floor was completely empty, save Dawson and Joey. Everybody had stood back to watch. Jen and Pacey watched incredulously from the table. The music started out softly with a string quartet playing a relaxed little melody, and then, all at once, a strong piano enters and plays background to a lonely violin playing an irresistible solo. The song in and of itself was powerful and romantic. Dawson and Joey achieved the same effect to a much higher power.

Moving from the basic Tango to more complicated steps, Dawson and Joey captivated the crowd. But they weren’t doing it for show--they had become caught up in the moment and mesmerized within each other. Spinning her around gracefully during the quartet part, pulling her passionately across the floor when the piano came in, the instruments were telling their story. Leaving Joey only long enough to pull a stray rose out of one of the table’s vases, Dawson handed it to Joey upon his return, kissing her hand as he did. Dramatically sliding it in sideways between her lips, eyes fixed on Dawson’s all the while, the pair lunged dramatically across the floor one last time before the song ended. Removing the rose from her mouth and taking Dawson’s hands as their eyes remained fixed on each other, neither noticed the standing ovation they were receiving.

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"Really, you guys", Jen was saying on the ride back to Aguas Calientes, "I didn’t know you had it in you."

"And did you see all of those people clear the dance floor for you? If the two of you weren’t already doing well in your own businesses, I would definitely suggest dance as an alternate career.", Pacey advised seriously.

«Well, the two of you weren’t too shabby yourselves», Dawson pointed out.

"Yeah.", Joey agreed. "You two looked great, like you were meant for each other."

Jen and Pacey caught each other’s eye, but immediately turned away. Now was definitely not the time to talk about forever. Pulling up to the house, the two couples walked in, and at the grand staircases, went their separate ways.

"Good night, you two. Sleep well.", Jen winked at Joey.

"You too", Joey said knowingly.

Taking Dawson’s arm, they walked quietly up the steps. The night was just beginning.

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Closing her bedroom door behind her, Jen rushed to her dressing room. She only had a few minutes to work. She had complained that she was starving (they had danced the whole night away. It was already four something in the morning!), and didn’t want to wake the maid, so would Pacey mind bringing something up for them to eat? As Pacey rummaged around in the refrigerator for an appropriate middle of the night snack, Jen changed into the violet and black silk negligee that she had bought earlier, and the long, black robe that matched. Unpinning her long blond hair, she brushed it out so that it fell over her shoulders, curling softly at the ends. Dabbing a little perfume behind her ears, she walked over to the CD player and put in her Morcheeba CD--a little funky, soft, romantic. Finally, she walked out onto her balcony and awaited Pacey’s return.

"Out here!", she yelled as she heard him come in.

Pacey nearly keeled over when he saw her. Barely stopping himself from dropping the strawberries and ice cream he had brought, Pacey put them down on the small balcony table and moved over to Jen, putting his arms around her.

"You know, every time I tell you how beautiful you look, I mean it--and I know that it’s starting to get old--I’ve already told you at least five times today, but Jen, you are amazing.", Pacey said sincerely.

"So are you.", Jen replied, "I never knew you were such a great dancer."

"I had the best partner.", Pacey said smiling.

"So what do we have to eat?", Jen asked raising an eyebrow.

"Ben and Jerry’s Deep Dark Chocolate and strawberries", Pacey replied triumphantly.

"Mmmmm", Jen said looking pointedly at him.

Opening the carton of ice cream, Jen grabbed a strawberry from the basket and dipped it slowly into the ice cream. Lifting it to her lips, she bit into it to the stem, closing her eyes as she closed her lips around the berry. Slowly opening her eyes, she caught Pacey’s looking at her in the moonlight. Picking up another strawberry and dipping it into the ice cream, she took a step towards Pacey and held it up to his mouth. Closing his eyes, he bit into it and devoured the juicy fruit. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Jen had the next berry waiting for him. Grabbing it out of her hand and replacing it in the ice cream, he took her other hand and swept her up into his arms, kissing her sensually. Remembering himself, he pulled away, not wanting to get too excited.

"Aren’t you uncomfortable in that?", Jen asked innocently. "I just had to get out of my dress...", she trailed off.

Pacey couldn’t answer. Was she trying to charm the pants off of him? Before he could decide whether or not to take Jen’s advances seriously or say good night before she drove him past the point of no return, Jen was sliding his jacket off of him and undoing his bowtie. He didn’t know what to do. His body was ridden with desire--he was already using every ounce of restraint that he possessed to keep his hands off of her. His mind kept getting in the way. Jen wasn’t some fling or childhood crush that he had to get out of his system and he needed her to know that. He loved her--he wanted her in his life from now on--maybe even forever. But he wasn’t sure if now was the time to tell her. Realizing that he was running out of time to make sense of the situation and becoming lost once again in the moment, Pacey bluntly asked the question to which he needed an answer.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?", he asked with his eyes closed.

"Yes.", Jen said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

She herself was beginning to be swept away in the moment. Pacey had managed to pick what was probably the most erotic midnight snack that could have been found, he looked as sexy as ever in his tux, and the way he kissed was intoxicating. Whether he had planned to be or not, Pacey had turned out to be as seductive as Jen was. Pulling him into the bedroom, Jen stood in front of him and, untying the sash of her robe, pulled back the shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Pulling Pacey onto the bed, they began kissing once again, exploring each other’s bodies with their hands as they pulled each other’s clothes off. Savoring the taste of one another, they teased each other with their tongues until Pacey could no longer suspend his excitement. Sliding into her, they moved in synch until they exploded simultaneously into each other at the peak of ecstacy.

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"Help me off with my dress?", Joey asked Dawson innocently.

As Dawson found himself confronted with the series of little satin buttons going down the middle of Joey’s back, he knew that that night would be more difficult than all the others to control his body’s urges.. Her hair was in a fancy twist, but in the course of the night, light wavy strands had fallen out onto her slender neck, making her even more appetizing. Brushing the stray locks of hair over one shoulder, Dawson kissed her neck softly as he undid her buttons. As Joey rolled her head to one side, facilitating Dawson’s kisses, he found it more and more difficult to resist his desires. Upon finishing his undoing of her buttons, he stepped in closer to her, and gave his full attention to her delicious neck, biting her shoulders softly and running his tongue slowly up and down her earlobe. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he longed to let his hands explore, but stopped himself, simply enjoying the feel of her body beneath the dress.

"Thank you.", Joey whispered softly.

Holding the front of her dress tightly to her body, she sauntered into her dressing room,her entire back now exposed since her buttons were undone. Before entering, she turned halfway back to Dawson, allowing her soft, sideways stare to linger. It’s going to be a long night, Dawson thought, retreating into his own dressing room. Normally, Dawson liked sleeping in boxers, but with Joey, he had decided to use a little more discretion. As he slipped his dark silk pajamas on, he told himself to be strong. Attempting to mentally calm himself down before reentering the bedroom, he took a few moments to try and distract himself. After pushing the idea of taking a quick cold shower out of his head, he boldly opened the door, ready to face the challenge--or so he thought.

Joey stood at the mirror wearing a long, off-white negligée with spaghetti straps that was so sheer that even the slightest curve in her body could be seen through it. A soft music mix played in the background. As she removed the pins from her hair, curly pieces of her silky brown cascaded down her back. Dawson could only stare from his dressing room doorway. After she was finished taking out all of the pins, Joey picked up her brush and began smoothing out the waves in her hair. Feeling his stare, she turned to Dawson.

"What’s wrong?", she asked him, smiling sexily.

"I was just thinking about what a great time I had tonight.", Dawson replied.

"Me too.", Joey said, laying down her brush and walking over to Dawson.

As she put her arms around him to bring him in for a kiss, Dawson couldn’t resist. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by letting her know how much he wanted her, but he also didn’t want to give her the wrong idea by pushing her away, even though the closer she came to him the harder it was for him to control himself. Wrapping his arms around her, Dawson lost himself in her kiss. Sliding his tongue softly and deeply into her mouth, he tasted her hungrily. It wasn’t until somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt himself pushing his body strongly into hers and breaking away from her lips to devote his attention to her soft, delicious neck that remembered himself. Realizing that, in more ways than one, he was in severe danger of crossing the line, he pulled away from her breathlessly, deliriously.

"Joey...", Dawson moaned so low it was almost inaudible.

Cupping her soft, beautiful face in his hands, he met her deep brown eyes as she pulled herself out of what Dawson had just done. She, too had become carried away by Dawson’s kisses. Had he continued, she would’ve abandoned the plan altogether and surrendered to him. She had never felt in that moment what she felt in Dawson’s arms--even eight years before when they had been together. The love was as natural and right as ever, maybe even more so, but during the time that she and Dawson had been apart, she had turned into a woman and Dawson had turned into a man. His embrace was stronger, his kisses deeper, his whole aura more enticing. His attraction and anticipation for Joey could not hide itself and the more she felt it, the more turned on she was by it. In a word, Dawson had grown up. And when he touched her and held her and kissed her now, it was unexplainably...mature.

"What are you thinking, Dawson?", Joey whispered softly, gazing longingly into his eyes.

Dawson paused before answering, trying to make his answer as tactful as possible. He stroked her hair and kissed her softly on the lips before answering.

"That I hope sometime soon I get the chance to make you feel like you’re making me feel right now."

Bringing him in for another deep kiss, she pulled him slowly towards their large california king. The game was over. She’d successfully seduced him--and under the lighthearted and mischievous ways that she and Jen had decided to seduce their men, the original motive had always been pure animal attraction. She had never fallen out of love or out of lust with Dawson. He still stimulated her in every imaginable way. She knew that it would be hard for him to understand that she was ready to take their four-days-renewed relationship to this level already, but in a lot of ways, she couldn’t help herself. She found the man that he had become sexier than ever. All traces of insecurities or airs of noviceness that had existed in their sex lives as teenagers were now gone. Dawson knew exactly what he was doing.

Dawson was the first to pull away again. Slowly opening his eyes to look at Joey, he saw that she was giving him the sexiest look she ever had--the soft light in the room cast shadows in her clear brown eyes, and her long eyelashes spawned elegantly out from her slightly closed eyelids. Dawson was almost afraid to ask.

"What are you thinking, Joey?", he asked.

Joey didn’t hesitate for a moment. Looking straight up into Dawson’s deep green eyes, showing him that she was absolutely sure, she answered him.

"That I want you to make love to me right now."

The moment that Dawson heard those words escape Joey’s mouth, his heart burst with more love and desire than he had ever known. Caressing her body through the soft gown that she wore, he kissed her again, moving his hands over places that he had longed to ever since they had left each other so many years ago. Joey was now letting her own hands explore him greedily--the strength and softness of his back and chest became her obsession as she slid his pajama shirt over his head. She began kissing and biting his neck, then sucking sensually on his earlobe before she moved to his adam’s apple, and then straight down to his belly button, allowing her tongue to run along the circumference. Pulling down lightly on the elastic of his pajama pants, she let them slide down his legs and bent to help his feet out of them before standing again and returning to his lips.

Dawson, a little surprised but completely aroused by how forward Joey was, now worked on her delicate gown. Dropping down, he grabbed the bottom of her gown from around her ankles to lift it, running his hands all the way up her body from the back of her legs to her shoulders before lifting the negligée over her head and allowing it to softly drop to the floor. He looked at her beautiful body in awe and reconfirmed what he already knew--she was perfect in every way. Picking her up in one fell swoop, he walked her around to the other side of the bed, laying her down softly and subsequently joining her. She looked delicious, Dawson thought as he cupped her breast into his hand and teased her erect nipple with his tongue.

Joey moaned softly as Dawson touched her, growing more and more excited with his every move. Returning back to Joey’s mouth, Dawson slid his tongue back into her as her hands wandered his body. Making a little sound as her hands found thier way between his legs, Dawson bit his lip, knowing that he could not last much longer. As Joey felt him throb with desire, one solitary thought monopolized her mind--she wanted him inside her. Moving her hands to his lower back, she wrapped her legs around him, moving her hips down a little. As Dawson plunged deeply into her, each surrendered his body to the other, moving rhythmically with each other as cries of ever-escalating ecstasy escaped their lips. Both left speechless and breathless by the simultaneous climax that they had achieved, Dawson collapsed beside Joey, exchanging a look that made them both smile widely at the other. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her softly on the lips, he pulled the light blanket over them.

"I love you, Joey"

"I love you too, Dawson"