I turned half way around. Cradled in his thighs I felt more free then I had since my father was taken away. We looked into each others eyes as if that was all we were made to do. It sounds so corny, but that's how it felt, like it was just us and the night, nothing else had ever existed.

I touched his cheek. I can't believe I never noticed how soft his skin was, how the feel of his whiskers could make my breath disappear. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face into my hand. I didn't know what to do. I felt like the bumbling teenager I was. I knew I wanted our lips to touch, but I didn't want to be the first to move.

His hands had been on my hips, under my jacket. Ever so slowly he brought them up, always keeping contact with my sweater. His hands were so big, I could feel my nipples rise, waiting for his hand to pass over them on their way to my face. So slowly they moved up my body, and we just sat there staring into each others souls. Finally his hands had reached their destination. He cupped my chin.

"I love you, Joey Potter. I will always love you, no matter what happens in the next few years. You will always be my friend." He said as he pulled me in for the first kiss.

My hands had dropped to the ground. They had lost all ability to stay up when he started to touch me. But when our lips meet I had to feel him. I turned completely around, till I was on my haunches between his legs. I raised my hands to his shoulders. I could feel his strength reach out to me. I could feel the tension that I was too much of a neophyte to fully comprehend.

It was just our lips and our hands, but it felt like so much more to me. It felt like he was every where. With just one kiss he branded me as his. I had to deepen the kiss, what was just a light pressure had to become more if I was to survive. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the seam of his lips, from on corner to the other. When I got to the end of his lips I swirled my tongue around and retraced my steps. He opened to me. I could finally taste all of him. It wasn't a fantasy. What was happening was real.

He moaned into my mouth. The vibrations were intense. I lost myself in his kiss, in his tongue and his smell. I refused to think of the decision I had to give tomarrow or what I was going to tell Dawson. Tonight was for Pacey and me. I wasn't going to let anything interfer with it.

Snowgirl's Note: I want feed back on this one. I could take it in a lot of interesting places but I don't know where it should go. Tell me what you think.