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Give Me A Reason
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How It's Supposed to Be
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The Kiss
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This Entangled Web
You'll Be Strong
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Part 1

"Hey." Dawson whispered, squatting next to Gretchen in the sand. Gretchen groaned softly and sat up. She looked at Dawson, who was smiling at her, and squinted her eyes a bit in order to see him through the bright morning sun. "Morning sunshine. Guess what?"

"Uhg its too early to be guessing, just tell me." Gretchen said groggily and rubbed her forehead.

"I got us a tire." He grinned at her.

"You did! How?" Her eyes lit up.

"The specifics arent very important." Dawson dismissed her questioning, "Just be thankful the car is fixed."

"You mean you'd rather go back to boring Capeside then be stuck on a lonely beach with me?" Gretchen joked.

Dawson chuckled slightly and thought that over. "No," He planted a soft kiss on her lips, "but where would Leery's Fresh Fish be without their most beautiful bar maid? You know, my parents tell me you're the reason a certain group of twenty-something guys frequent the restaurant every Wednesday night."

"Very funny."

"You think so? Because I thought that was a really good joke myself."

"You're too much, you know that?" Gretchen rolled her eyes and pushed Dawson gently, causing him to fall back into the sand. On his way down, he grabbed a hold of Gretchens waist, pulling her on top of him.

Their eyes locked once their gentle descent was over. The sun caused Gretchen's dark auburn hair to shine brighter then usual and her hazel-greenish eyes to sparkle. Dawson's wide eyes danced with her's, and he held her softly in his arms. One hand lay on the small of her back and one found its way up to rest on her cheek. She placed her hands on his neck, her thumb moving up and down, grazing a delicate portion of his skin. Gretchen's smallest movements were extremely stimulating to Dawson. The way she touched him was unlike how any woman had touched him before. The stare between them was intense, passionate, and unbroken for half a minute. But then something changed in her gaze; she gave him this look, and in one quick, smooth motion he pulled her body tightly against his, kissing her deeply.

She returned the kiss and ran her hands up from his neck through his sandy blonde hair. As they continued to kiss, Dawson pushed her tighter against him every time her stomach lifted off of his. He loved the pressure of her body against his, and wanted to keep her there as long as possible. He lifted one hand into her hair, while the other traveled up her leg and over all the defined curves of her body. Gretchen placed her palms flat on Dawsons chest as he continued to wander her body with his hands. Their kisses wavered from deep to light, passionate to soft.

To Gretchen, it felt just like the night before. Their hands roamed in all the same places; their kisses just as electrifying as ever.

But to Dawson, it felt different. Every time felt different with her, which kept him coming back for more.

Slowly, Dawson ran his hands up the front of Gretchen's shirt, slightly tickling the soft golden skin of her stomach. He slipped them under her bra and Gretchen drew in a breath of air in between kisses.

"Mmm" Gretchen moaned slightly. She was enjoying this. How could she not? Dawson was amazing. Amazing in every sense of the word, in every way, shape and form. "You're amazing," She whispered as Dawson moved his lips down to her neck.

Dawson smiled to himself and kissed the opposite side of her neck, moving one hand out of her shirt and onto her inner thigh.

"You really dont know what you do to me." Gretchen said, almost breathless, as her right hand traveled down his stomach, the cloth of his cotton shirt beginning to bunch up and crease.

Dawson looked up at her suddenly. "I dont."

"I know, thats why I just told you that." She kissed his neck herself.

"Then tell me." He whispered.

Now it was Gretchen who looked up, and their eyes locked, just as they did before.


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