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Joey looked into his eyes to see if he was certain. He had just said he had waited for her. He looked at her with love and anticipation. "Are you sure?" she asked, feeling rather less confident than she had when she had asked him to spend the night with her.
"Yes," was the simple response. He leaned forward and kissed her. She got up and reached for his hand. He followed as she led him into her bedroom and shut the door. They sat together on the bed, kissing. Then, he pulled her top over her head, and she did the same with his tee-shirt.
Joey woke up the next morning and quickly realized that the bed was empty beside her. She got out of bed and rapidly dressed into a tee-shirt and a pair of shorts. She left the bedroom and went to look for Dawson. He was seated on a chair on the terrace, drinking a cup of coffee. She walked over to him and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. "Hey! I was worried!" she scolded him.
"Sorry. I just woke up early and didn't want to disturb you. You looked happy," he said, looking up at her. She sat in a chair next to him.
"Good view, eh?" she asked him.
"It's wonderful... Joey, about last night... was I...did you..." he stumbled, turning a light shade of pink.
"Last night was wonderful. Don't worry," she said, meaning every word. "Did you enjoy it?"
Dawson smiled at her knowingly. "Of course I did. It was worth waiting for."
"Really?" she asked, beaming.
"Joey Potter. I love you. I always have and I always will. You're beautiful, smart and sexy. And last night was better than I ever imagined."
At this, they stood up and hugged. Then, they kissed. They were back together and life was bliss. After a few minutes, they broke apart and went back inside. "Dawson, what's the time?" Joey asked, suddenly remembering that they had a plane to catch in a few hours.
"10:15!" he said. After a rush to pack their stuff, find their passports, and get to the airport, the pair arrived just in time to catch the plane to Heathrow Airport, London, England. They sat next to each other, holding hands the whole way. Even though they hadn't seen each other for 10 years, and they had both changed during that time, they were still perfectly in tune to one another. They found that while talking they often finished each other's sentences.
Strangely, one of the films being shown on the flight was When Harry Mat Sally. Dawson and Joey watched it in silence, and then proceeded to analyze it, just like they used to. Joey found herself relaxed. It was an odd sensation, one that she had only felt in the days her and Dawson had been a couple. It was a feeling of safety, being secure in the knowledge that you were loved simply for being you.
The plane landed at 1:30 am Greenwich Median time. They decided to sit about the airport until the morning, after all, it was only mid-evening in America, and way too early to go to sleep. They sat and talked in the café, looked at all the duty free shops, and generally enjoyed each others company and the feel of each others hand. The previous night had been an experience that had drawn them closer than ever before. Joey could not believe how much she loved him. Despite his initial lack of experience, it had been the best time of her life. She had, however, been worried when she had woken up alone. The new Joey was less subtle than the old one, if that was possible. She knew what she wanted and Joey had been scared that she had frightened Dawson. "So, where are we going first?" Joey asked at 8am.
"Well, Berkshire seems a good place to start looking. I've been reading, and it seems perfect. I'm looking for a market-style town, small and old. It's about an hours drive from the airport." Dawson said thoughtfully. Joey stifled a yawn.
"I'm exhausted. It seems silly, but just as their days are beginning, mine's ready to end."
"Of course, I completely forgot!" Dawson said. "Sorry!" The couple crossed the airport, and booked into the Hilton Hotel, near Terminal Four. The porter took their bags and led them to a double room. When Dawson looked in his wallet for a tip, he realized he had no idea of English currency, so he handed him a £20 note*. The porter's eyes widened when he saw it, said nothing and disappeared quickly before Dawson realized. Joey sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes. Dawson joined her, and while he took off his shoes, Joey swung her legs over so she was laying on the bed. Before he did the same, Dawson took a deep breath and asked the question he'd wanted to ask since the previous morning. "Joey, I know I'm being like totally jealous, and stupid. You don't have to answer this but...what was James like?"
Joey thought briefly before answering the question. "Useless. Completely useless. He insisted on sleeping on the left hand side of the bed!"
Dawson smiled, and lay down on the bed. "No, really...you know what I mean," he persisted.
"Dawson, I loved him. We'll be honest. You've read the letters. I loved him. But I love you. He was cold and distant towards me, but I was too dense to see it. With you, I know what I get is 100% in love with me. You have failings, and you know what they are. And I love those failings. I love you." Dawson paused for only a second before kissing her on the her lips. He'd been worried, after reading the letters, he'd felt threatened that James had meant more to Joey than he did. Obviously, he was wrong. Joey responded to his kiss lovingly. When they woke up, they got a train through to Reading, a big town in Berkshire. They booked into a hotel there and made plans to visit a town called Wokingham the next morning. It sounded perfect, and was half an hours drive from their hotel, or ten minutes by train. By the time they had got themselves sorted, it was 7pm. Neither of them was in the mood for sleeping, but it was night time once more.
Did you enjoy the story? In case you hadn't guessed, I live in England, in a village near Wokingham! And, as I am 15, then I'll be 26 in 11 years time, too! Coincidence???? (1999)
*= £20 is approx. $37 (2004)
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