Rating: R

Setting: Dawson's bedroom; after the "Breaking Away" kiss.

There's Your Trouble

Joey and Dawson's deep, passionate kiss lasted a long time. Joey didn't want it to end. She loved Dawson to death, but she knew that he was going to analyze the situation like he did everything else. He slowly pulled away and took her hand as he motioned her toward the bed. They sat in silence until he finally spoke up.

"That was amazing. That kiss surpassed all my wildest expectations."

"What just happened?"

"I'm not positive Jo, but I do know one thing: I'm in love. I never loved Jen. I liked her and was attracted to her, but to tell you the truth, you're the one I've always loved. I just never realized how much until I was attracted to you. After I saw you for the first time as a beautiful woman in a romantic context instead of as a friend, I knew that I wanted more from you than friendship."

"Oh, Dawson. I adore you and always have, but do you really truly love me or was this event brought on because of how much you would've missed me in Paris and because you saw me in a dress for the first time?"

"Joey, at first it was only my hope that you would stay because I knew that I'd be lonely without you. Shortly after that, I didn't need to see you in a dress and cosmetics because I was still attracted to you. The day I went with you to visit your father cinched it. He wanted to know all about the wonderful person he had missed for two years. I told him what a great friend you were and how much you meant to me. Suddenly, I realized that I loved you and knew I needed to look no further because you have everything I've ever wanted in a mate and the only thing that made any sense in my life was you."

"Oh, Dawson."

She squeezed his hand and he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it like a gentleman. Dawson kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

"I love you, too," she sighed.

To celebrate their newfound love, they watched Sleepless in Seattle. After the movie, Joey, being overwhelmed with this whole event, dozed off to sleep in Dawson's arms. The lovesick teenager stroked his new girlfriend's hair and kissed her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her dark locks. Eventually, he found sleep also.

The next morning, Dawson awoke to find a beautiful brunette asleep in his arms, her head nuzzled in his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and pushed it behind her adorable ears.

"Joey, wake up."

"Morning, Dawson,"she said, yawning, "how did I get here?"

"You weren't dreaming, Joey. The events of last night really did occur."

"Yes!" she cried. Then she relaxed and stared into his beautiful gray eyes. He looked right back into her baby blues.

"Are we having a staring contest, or are you just admiring my naturally good looks?" he asked, smiling.

"Take a wild guess, you handsome devil."

"You aren't too bad, yourself, missy."

"Just promise me one thing, Dawson."

"What's that?"

"That we never become one of those couples who have pet names for each other, or who have a 'special song.' "

"Deal," he laughed. He kissed her and she left through the window to go home and prepare for another long day at school.

That day, after taking two tests, the only fun Joey had was when she went to lunch and got to talk to Dawson.

"Hey there, blondie."

"Hey, Jo. How did the French and Chemistry tests go over?"

"Not well. I can just picture the big fat F's on my report card. I was so caught up in our new relationship last night, I totally forgot about a high priority of mine: studying."

"Honestly, Jo. With working at the Icehouse, helping Bessie out at home, and visiting me regularly, I don't know how you find the time to study."

"Well, I don't usually sleep over at your house on school nights. So normally, that leaves me about 3 hours of free time, which I tend to spend with homework. Somehow, I've managed to get A's in all my classes."

"Whatever you do pays off. I think part of the reason you do so well is because you really are smart. I wouldn't worry about the tests. If you didn't ace them, I'm sure you'll still get high scores that you can raise later with extra credit, if you're that desperate."

'''Thanks."

"And, speaking of our new relationship, how would you like to go on our first official date?"

"I'd be honored. What did you have in mind?"

"I thought that since we are in a different kind of relationship now, we could try to something besides watching movies. How about a night out in a fancy restaurant?"

"That sounds romantic and perfect."

"Great! I'll pick you up at 6:30. I can make reservations for 7. Wear something beautiful. Although, you'd look good no matter what you wore."

"You are too good to be true, Dawson."

"So are you."

Pacey, sitting nearby, muttered,"Okay, enough with all the mushy talk. At least you guys don't have pet names for each other."

That night, Joey chose a black strapless dress with red roses on it. It tightly hugged her figure and came down to her knees. She also wore black sandals and curled her hair. She wore hardly any makeup, except red lipstick that enhanced her already definded lips.

Dawson decided on a navy tie, a navy blue jacket, and khaki pants. He had bought fifteen roses for Joey, each one representing a year of their lives together. He parted his hair, combed it, and made his way through the front door, carrying the bundle.

His father, Mitch, whistled from the kitchen, "So where's the young heartbreaker headed off to?"

"I'm taking Joey out."

"I knew this day would come sooner or later. Good luck tonight, slugger!"

Dawson took the motorboat to Joey's and met her at the back door, grinning.

"You smell nice, Joey."

"You look nice, Dawson."

They kissed and she noticed the large bundle. "Are those for me? They're beautiful! How many are there?"

"Fifteen, for all the years we've known each other. As beautiful as they are, they don't compare to how to how beautiful you look in that dress."

"You are so sweet," she said, kissing him again.

At the restaurant they talked for hours about their anxieties prior to the kiss, their views on the messages movies were sending, and about their hopes and dreams for the future. Dawson knew that Joey was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of life with. He could easily imagine her as the mother of his children and the perfect wife. All night, Joey was excited. This was the happiest she'd ever been. They split the check and Dawson covered the tip.

Hand in hand, they walked along the docks and headed for the motorboat. It was a clear night and the stars were out. They sat in the boat awhile, watching the universe.

"I think I see a shooting star, Dawson."

"You better make a wish quick, before it's too late."

"All my wishes have come true, Dawson. I have the love of my life to thank for that."

At that, Dawson put his hand on her cheek and kissed her. The kiss was slow and gentle, taking Dawson's breath away. It was as if Joey was his oxygen. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight. Joey felt for the first time in her life that everything was going right. She had Dawson the friend, Dawson the hopeless romantic, Dawson the movie buff, and Dawson the lover all wrapped in one marvelous package that he was opening up to her, and her alone. The sweet kiss ended and Dawson took the controls, steering toward his house. Once there, they climbed the ladder and entered his room. They never expected to find the box of condoms with a note on Dawson's bed.

"Dawson am I missing something, here?"

"No, but I am. Wait...I should have known," he said, looking at the note, "it's from Pacey."

Dawson read the note aloud:

"He's playing a joke in order to get back at me for ignoring him, lately."

"Well I'm not laughing."

"Neither am I Jo, but honestly, I have been feeling a bit horny since I first saw you in that sexy dress."

"Dawson!"

"Joey, I don't plan on having sex any time soon, but I don't think there's anything wrong with making out. Believe me, you have no idea how hard it's been hard for me to control my hormones all night."

"Yes, I do."

He gazed intensely into her huge eyes and joined her in deep passionate kisses. First on the lips. Then Dawson made his way down her kneck and shoulders. They kicked off their shoes. Suddenly, he was laying on top of her on the bed, the weight of his body pressing against hers. Soon, he came back to her lips, but his hands had a mind of their own.

All sense of reason floated out of their heads. They could no longer contain their impulses. It was as if they had absolutely no more control over themselves and could no longer control their bursting hormones and sexual urges. One minute they were talking about waiting for sex. The next minute, they completely forgot about the rest of the world and were caught up in themselves.

Her long legs wrapped around his waist and his hands made a trip from her small waist down to her hips and then stopped at her thighs. He felt up her legs, as they tightened at the sensation of his touch. He let his hands travel under her dress, as he slowly pulled it off her. He threw off his jacket and loosened his tie. She helped him undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, while he quickly unzipped his pants. He pulled her on top of him and they rolled around on the bed. Finally, Joey was on top of Dawson, kissing him intensely, their arms wrapped around each other. He slid his fingers up and down her back until they found their destination. He undid her strapless bra and threw it across the room. He rolled on top of her and kissed her breasts and massaged them with his hands. Then, they took off their underwear, slid completely under the covers, and came in complete skin-to-skin contact. He grabbed her butt and ran his fingers down her side, tracing the shape of her hour-glass figure. She rubbed his sexy back and broad shoulders and ran her fingers through his beautiful sandy blonde hair. Then she grabbed his butt and pulled his torso against her body. Dawson got an erection and inserted himself inside her. They were now one, kissing passionately and moving together as a whole new organism in which the separate pieces fit together perfectly. The bed rocked back and forth, as Joey got orgasm after another and moaned Dawson's name.

"I love you," she said between kisses.

The next morning, Joey woke up and sighed a loud sigh of satisfaction. She had never experienced anything so delicious or pleasurable as Dawson. She had always completely lusted after him, no matter what she told anyone else. Dawson woke up, bearing the biggest grin Joey had ever seen on him.

"Joey, that was..."

"I can't even find the words to describe how wonderful it was, Dawson."

"I know," he smiled, rubbing noses with her.

"I don't want to leave."

"Then don't, it's only Saturday."

"I know, but I have to work at the Icehouse all day."

"Please don't go," he softly whined, a hungry and yearning look in his eyes. Joey kissed and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight for a long time. She slowly pulled away and got dressed.

"I gotta go," she said, kissing him on the forehead.

"I'll miss you, " he said softly.

"I'll see you tonight," she called through the window.

Once Joey was gone, Dawson dressed and came to his senses. Then suddenly he realized they hadn't even used a condom. It all happened so fast and they didn't even consider protection because they weren't thinking of the consequences. He had risked Joey's future for a little harmless pleasure, but instantly he realized that it was no longer harmless.

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