***
Hey D-man, what's up?" Pacey ran into Dawson at his locker. He was walking down the hall when he noticed Dawson with the goofiest grin on his face, and just had to go check it out.
Dawson turned to Pacey and quirked his lips up into a half smile. "What Pace?"
"You! You look like such a grinning idiot. What happened?" Pacey hit Dawson on the shoulder just as a look of recognition passed over his face. He leaned his head close to Dawson and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Don't tell me that you and Ms. Prude finally did the horizontal..."
Dawson's eyes flew wide open. "Shhh. Shut up, Pacey," he hissed into his ear.
"Oh My God..." Pacey's eyes flew wide open just as Dawson's had. "You and... Oh My God...No way man! Way to go Dawson! You stud muffin." Pacey shouted in disbelief.
"Whatever, Pacey. So tell me about this new girl in your life. I saw her in the hall yesterday. Pretty good looking, Pace."
Pacey couldn't contain the happy smile on his face. "Oh yeah, Dawson, Laura's great. We had one hell of a sucking face session last night. I'm still recovering. But yeah, she's the best! She's cute, nice, funny, fun to be with, and someone who happens to enjoy and highly appreciate my witty sense of humor."
"Is she braindead?"
"Ha Ha, Dawson. No Laura is the perfect girl. Every other girl pales in comparision to her. I'm talking her out to see that new Duck movie tonight. What do you say? Wanna join us?"
"Sorry, Pace. I have other plans."
"You stud muffin!" he repeated, grinning at Dawson.
Dawson shut his locker and turned around to face Pacey. "Oh yeah. And we use crisco too." He walked away after that last comment laughing to himself. Pacey looked after him and his face broke out into a smile.
"You've been hanging out way too much with Miss Sarcasm, Dawson!"
***
Dawson looked up from his bed as a cool breeze hit his face.
"Hey, Jo. Hurry up, it's cold out there." He jumped off the bed and met her at the window. He leaned forward to give her a kiss but when she turned her head to look at him, all he could do was stare. Joey had curled her hair softly and it bounced around her face as she moved her head. Her lips were a pretty shade of pink and she had painted her nails a pearly white color.
"Wow... God, you look beautiful Jo. What's the occassion?"
She grinned when he complimented her. "Occassion? There's no occassion, Dawson. I,...I just wanted to look nice for you." Joey gave him her half smile.
"Well, I appreciate it." He ran his eyes up and down her body. He realized she hadn't taken her coat off since she had entered the room.
"Joey, let me take your coat. You can get under the covers with me if you're cold." Dawson reached out to help her out of the coat. His breath got caught in his throat when the coat was finally off and revealed what she was wearing.
Joey self-consciously played with the curls in her hair as he looked at her. She was wearing a long white sleeveless silk nightgown. It caught all the curves of her body and layed gently against her skin. Joey looked at Dawson and realized he was still staring at her. She blushed a dark shade of red and walked over to the bed before he could see her face. Dawson watched her walk over to the bed and immediately wished he had taken a colder shower that morning.
"Dawson, stop gaping and come sit with me," she teased settling under the covers. He gulped.
"Uh... okay. God, Joey I have to tell you, you look so fabulous in that nightgown," Dawson tried to stop staring at her unsuccessfully. "Are you purposely trying to make me go insane? You're going to drive me absolutely nuts tonight."
"That's the point," she teased, motioning for him to join her on the bed. He slowly walked over and climbed under the covers, careful not to touch her.
Hey, did you bring a movie?"
"Yeah, one of my all time faves."
"Let me guess... Is it Speilburg?" he ventured. She shook her head. "Well, then it's gotta be Top Gun, right? You are such a Tom Cruise fan."
"Right. What can I say? The man is gorgeous."
"Gorgeous, huh?" Dawson glanced at her.
"Yeah, but don't worry. The guys that really get me hot are the ones that work behind the camera." Joey grinned, handing him the movie. He smiled broadly and walked over to put the video in.
***
All through the movie Joey was resting in Dawson's arms. It felt so right with him. Joey felt like he was her home. She had been nervous about tonight. She had decided that tonight was *the* night for them.
She knew that Abby was full of it, but Joey was so scared of losing Dawson to some other girl just because she wouldn't have sex with him. Joey knew Dawson would never push her if she wasn't ready. He wasn't that type of guy. She didn't want him to grow dissinterested in her, though. He was, after all, a *guy.* Sex was right up there with food for their species.
When the movie was over Dawson shifted uncomfortably and reached for the remote to turn it off. He had just experienced the 2 most self-controlling hours of his life. For every second and minute of those two hours all he could concentrate on was Joey. She looked so incredible tonight, and felt even better in his arms. The soft silk cradled her slim delicate figure and felt like pure heaven in his arms. He was relieved when the movie was over because they hadn't had their usual make-out session. He knew he would have gotten just a little *too* excited and didn't want to scare Joey. He couldn't help it, though. She was the most desireable girl he had ever seen and all he wanted to do was hold her, and touch her, and maybe even make love to her. He wanted to show her how special and totally sexy he thought she was. It would just have to wait though.
After last night he had decided to wait. He wasn't sure if he was emotionally ready to have sex with Joey. The possible consequences were just too much. Even if they were responsible, there still was that small chance that something could go wrong. He didn't want to have to put Joey or himself through that.
Joey looked back at him after he turned the TV off. The room was pitch black but he could still see and feel her movements. Dawson kissed her softly on the head and reached for the light on his nightstand. Joey reached up and caught his hand in hers and entwined their fingers.
"Jo?" Dawson whispered.
"Shhh. Don't talk. Just kiss me."
Dawson hesitated for a moment before he happily obliged and gave Joey a long passionate kiss. After he broke the kiss he reached for the light again when he felt a cool hand under his shirt. He forgot about the light and looked back at her.
Joey slid her hand slowly up Dawson's shirt and felt around the soft flesh there. She lightly teased his nipples by lightly brushing them with her fingertips. Dawson's breath became faster and he pulled her into another kiss. She slid her tongue into his mouth and deepened the kiss. He ran his fingers through her silky brown hair and returned the deep kiss. Joey shifted suddenly and moved her legs so that she was straddling Dawson. He couldn't believe what was happening. He laced his arm around her torso and pulled her closer. She smiled apprehensively and reached up to his ear. She slid her tongue in slow circles in and around his earlobe. Dawson let out a low moan and began moving his hands.
The soft silk of the nightgown was driving him crazy. He slid his hands up and down her sides and rested them on her thighs. He slowly pushed the fabric further and further up her leg until her whole thigh and underwear were exposed. He kissed her with a ferocity he hadn't known he possessed.
"God, Joey I want you so much. You are so beautiful," he whispered.
Joey reached down between them and slid her hand in between his thighs, close to his crotch. Dawson's eyes flew open and he reached for her hand.
"Jo!"
Dawson pulled his lips away from hers and reached for the light this time succeeding in turning it on. The room flooded with soft white light. He squinted down at her and tried to make out her expression.
Joey had pulled away from him completely and was busily fixing her hair and nightgown. Her expression was one of confusion...and sadness. Dawson picked up on that right away and asked her what was wrong.
She shifted uncomfortably and reached for a pillow to cover herself with. "Nothing's wrong, Dawson."
He layed down beside her and brushed back the hair from her face. "No, Jo, something *is* wrong. I'm not just your boyfriend. I'm still your best friend. You can tell me," he whispered softly to her. "Joey, I heard about what happened at lunch. Can you please tell me what's going on with you?"
Joey looked over at him. "What's going on with *me*? What about you and your sex videos last night, Dawson. What was that all about? Huh?"
Dawson ran his fingers through his hair nervously as his cheeks turned a deep red. "I, uh... It was a mistake, Jo. I tried to rush things, or at least coax things along. It was a mistake. I realize that. I just thought... Wait a sec. Don't change the subject. We're talking about *you* here. Now go ahead and please tell me what's wrong."
She turned her head away from his and hugged the pillow close to her body. "I'm fine, Dawson. Just leave me alone."
"Joey, don't you pull that Scully crap on me. Nine times out of ten when someone says they're 'fine,' they are the exact oppossite of 'fine.'" Dawson put his hand re-assuringly on her shoulder. "Talk to me. What's going on here?"
Joey sighed deeply and turned to look at him. Her lower lip trembled as she began to speak. "Dawson... I'm..."
"You're what, Jo? Come on..."
