Title: The Other Side of The Door
Chapter Title: Today Was A Fairytale
Disclaimer: Although I wish I owned the rights to this beautiful couple, I do not. Unfortunately, I don't own anything but the characters I drag in that you've never heard of!
Authors Note:This story may start off a little confusing, but you'll get the hang of it soon. Please review, I'll love you oh so much if you do! It'll make me write it much, much faster.
Summary: Jason never wanted to fall in love, in fear of losing her to his job. The business was too dangerous to have loved ones running around. What if there was a way around that? What if Jason could find a way to keep his family and his job completely separate?
Rating: R - NC-17
As the water crashed along the shore, the beautiful blonde stood, starring out towards the ocean from her place on the porch of the beach house. There had never been such a perfect day, and the young girl would be damned if she missed out on even a second of what mother nature had blessed them with. For the majority of the trip, well at least the last three days of it, there had been nothing but rain. Clad in a flattering, yet tasteful white bikini, Courtney began to descend into the sand towards the water. It was early; the sun had just began to peek out over the horizon. Taking a silent stroll downwards, she stopped a few feet from the shoreline and sat down in the sand, feet out in front of her bent at the knee, and both hands behind her back supporting her upper body. As the sun rose, she closed her eyes, basking in the beauty of the morning. Today would be perfect, their first perfect day out on the Island, she was sure of it.
Time had escaped her as she lay out on the sand. The sun had fully risen and she'd allowed herself to fall completely into the sand, falling into a light sleep. It wasn't until the shouting of children, and the clattering of plastic began getting louder that she awoke. Within a minute she'd wiped her eyes and sat up in the sand, twisting her back to see what was approaching her. An instant smile crossed her lips at the sight before her. Two small swimsuit clad children were laughing, and hollering as they ran down the beach carrying sand toys.
"You can't catch us!" One of the two little children giggled, turning around just enough to see the man chasing after them with towels and sun screen. Both the children laughed as they finally reached Courtney. They threw the toys down into the sand and climbed up on her giggling.
"Mommy help!" One yelped into her ear as the two hid from the man. Courtney couldn't help but laugh in reply as she wrapped her arms around the little children. The two little monkeys continued to giggle and attempt to hide behind their mother's petite frame. The man finally reached the three and plopped down on the sand, scooping one of the two children into his arms.
"You know, you should probably start picking new hiding places, I'm starting to catch on to your tricks," the man told the child. The child laughed and tickled her father's stomach before climbing off of his lap and grabbing hold of her sand toys.
"Daddy you don't run very fast. We beat you! Even mommy saw," the little girl told her father in a very mater-of-fact tone. She placed one hand on her hip and cocked it to the side.
"You know Logan, you're starting to act more and more like your mother every day," her father told her as he stood up. "Who wants to go for a swim?" Logan quickly disregarded her sand toys and grabbed her father's hand, pulling him towards the water.
"Watch her closely Jason," Courtney warned as the two headed down towards the water. Jason simply laughed knowing full well what Logan was capable of once placed in the water. He pulled the gray t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it into the sand before heading down to the shore with his daughter.
Courtney watched intently as her husband and daughter jumped into the water together. It was the perfect moment, and she'd only wished she'd had a camera to show off its perfection to everyone she knew. The little boy, still huddled in her lap, looked up at his mother, "Will yew build a sand castle with me?"
Courtney let go of her son and let him climb into the sand in front of her, pulling the toys over towards them, "Of course Bentley." Together, the two built a huge castle. In actuality, it was more of a huge pile of sand with assortments of sticks, leaves and shells scattered all over it. But, to a 5 year old boy, attention to detail was not an easy concept. Every time Courtney had tried to construct a tower, the little boy covered it with sand.
"We need a river!" Bentley yelled out once they'd finished the castle. He began to dig the holes around the sand pile as Courtney glanced down the beach at her husband and daughter.
"You mean a moat," Courtney informed him, "That means we'll need to get water to fill it with." Bentley immediately jumped and backed up from the water even further than they already were.
"No!" He demanded as he huddled up behind her. "I don't wanna!"
Courtney laughed, for as long as she could remember, she'd dreamt of having a little boy who would run around in the dirt with her, play sports, swim and enjoy getting dirty. That dream came true five years ago when Bentley was born, well, half of it anyway. Bentley wasn't exactly into sports, and getting him to go swimming was like trying to make him take medicine. He was a complete momma's boy, and she had to admit she loved every minute of it. Luckily, just 2 years before Bentley's birth, she'd had a daughter, who soon grew up to be that little tomboy she'd always imagined.
"It's okay baby," she told her son, running her hand through his tussled blonde hair, "Logan will fill up the buckets for you and bring them back so you can fill the moat with water."
Bentley crept out from behind her and started to holler his sister's name. Bentley had been calling his older sister Lo since he had learned to talk, and the nickname had just stuck. But, the two siblings, who seemed to have had missed out on the "sibling rivalry" memo, refused to allow anyone to call Logan Lo, or Bentley Ben, other than each other.
Logan ran up the beach, her father not far behind, to comply with her brothers wishes. After filling up two buckets and bringing them back, Logan had dropped down beside her brother and began to play with him as well. Courtney scooted back as the two kids got covered in the sand.
Jason quickly dried his chest off, ran the towel through his hair and laid it out on the sand for him to sit on beside his wife. "You were up early," he commented as he watched his children.
"I just couldn't resist the sunrise," Courtney replied with a smile, turning her head to face him. Their blue eyes locked on one another for a moment before Jason closed his eyes and leaned back into the sand.
"If I remember, and I do, I'm sure I saw you fast asleep out here. Unless you can see through your eyelids, you weren't watching the sunrise," Jason told her with a laugh.
She swatted his chest in mock anger. "For your information, I wanted to watch it, but my exhaustion got the best of me!"
"You looked beautiful," he told her, moving upwards just enough to place a kiss on her right shoulder blade, before falling down into the sand again. She couldn't help but smile in return.
"I'm sad our trip is almost over," Courtney told him as she nodded and grinned at the sea shells her son was showing her that Logan had found.
"We've got to get back to reality some time," Jason answered, although agreeing that their vacation had been too short."I am glad we got to do this though. With my boss being out of the country, and business being slow, it was a much needed break before trouble hits again.
Courtney nodded, not wanting to go into further detail in front of the kids, "Me too baby, me too."
By the end of the week, the Morgan clan had returned to Laughton, a small suburban town just outside Port Charles, New York. The Morgan's had moved to a beautiful house in Laughton within a month of learning of Logan's approaching birth. After realizing their loft was much too small for them and a child, they'd purchased a five bedroom house on a large plot of land so that not only could they live comfortably, but there would be plenty of room in the backyard for swing sets, a basketball hoop and a pool. To them, there was nothing that mattered more than having a comfortable place to raise their children. Jason, however still took proper precautions when choosing the build of the house, making sure every nook and cranny was as safe as could be, including the installation of bulletproof windows.
Sunday had come and gone, the week would be starting in just a few hours, and none of the Morgan clan had any desire to let that happen.
"Please mommy, just one more show!" Logan whined as she tugged on her mother's sleeve. The little girls blue eyes were baggy, for she was fighting off sleep as hard as she could. The tiny seven year old was wrapped in a blanket with her little brother at her side on the couch. Bentley had given up on his battle with the Sand Man hours earlier, but Logan was still trying to fight.
"Baby, it's almost ten. You need to go to sleep or you're going to be much too tired for school tomorrow," Courtney told her daughter, trying to coerce her into going to bed.
"I promise I won't!" Logan replied, hoping to get her way as her mouth curled into a pout. After all, her mother could never resist her puppy dog face.
"Logan, you're going to be too tired for soccer," Courtney warned, trying to stare at anything but the little girls adorable pout. That did the trick. Logan was highly competitive, even more so than the average seven year old. She never lost a game of soccer, and wouldn't let her exhaustion stop her.
"Okay mommy, but will daddy tuck me in?" Logan asked as she started to climb out from under the blanket.
Courtney nodded, looking up at her sleeping husband who had his arms wrapped loosely around her upper body, "Go on upstairs, I'll wake up daddy."
Logan quickly hurried up the stairs in her red, blue and white, Disney's Cars pajamas that she loved so much. Courtney smiled and slowly started to pull away from Jason, and stood up. His eyes opened slightly as his arms flopped down from her absence.
"Where are you going?" He asked her as he began to sit up.
"Putting the kids to sleep," Courtney replied, moving over towards Bentley and gently picking him up. "Bentley's asleep, but Logan just ran upstairs. She wants you to tuck her in."
Jason kissed his sons head and then his wife's and headed upstairs to say goodnight to his daughter. Courtney followed him upstairs to put Bentley to sleep. By the time she had gotten through putting him to sleep, and saying goodnight to Logan, Jason was already back downstairs on the couch.
"She asleep?" Jason asked Courtney in reference to Logan. The blonde nodded and dropped down onto the couch beside him, folding one leg up underneath her and leaning her body into Jason's.
"Tired?" He asked her as he ran a hand through her hair. She shook her head no, but closed her eyes at the feeling of his hand in her hair. He smiled, and gently used his hand to turn her head towards his. He placed two fingers under her chin and tilted her head upwards, and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
She returned the kiss, and rested her forehead against his, "I love you."
"I love you too," he told her as he let his hand slip back into her hair, lacing his fingers with it.
"You know, after nine years, I still don't get tired of hearing you say that," she told him with a grin spreading across her lips.
"You know, after nine years, I still don't get tired of seeing you smile like that," Jason told her before kissing her once more. Then again. And again. After what seemed like dozens of sweet, simple kisses, Courtney's hands slinked around Jason's neck to pull him closer to her. His body turned to make her more comfortable then deepened the kiss. Their lips fused together, tongues attached, until their need for air became unbearable. Courtney's hand slid down his t-shirt clad chest and came to rest on his perfectly toned abs as she caught her breath. He smiled down at her before capturing her lips in yet another kiss. The two both began getting up from off the couch, not wanting to break their kiss. Once the two were on their feet, Jason pulled her body flush up against his, keeping as little distance between them as possible. Courtney wrapped her arms around Jason's waist and ran her hands up his back. He stepped backwards, pulling her with him, starting the trek up towards their bedroom. His lips dropped from hers and fell to her neck as his need for contact with the beautiful woman in front of him got greater. A slight moan escaped her lips as his mouth continued its assault on her neck.
"Jason," she started, "Oh god." Her mouth dropped open with another moan as his tongue made contact with the area of skin right below her ear.
He could barely control himself as the sound of her pleasure flooded his brain. He began lightly pushing her backwards, searching frantically for something to push her up against. Within seconds her body hit the wall as she pushed them against it and his lips continued their assault. Her hands dug at his back, trying wholeheartedly to rip his shirt right off his back. He sensed her urgency and pulled away from her for a moment and lifted his shirt over his head. Just as her hands made contact with his bare chest, her mouth dropped to his neck, placing kisses all along it, down towards his muscular chest. Her body was on fire, she could feel it straight to her core just how badly she wanted the man standing in front of her.
"Courtney," Jason started as he began to try and pull away, but her tongue against his skin and her arms pulling him back downgraded his efforts.
"Shh," she mumbled as her hand found the light switch for the living room. She turned the lights out and ripped her tank top off her own body. Wrapping both arms back around him, she pulled him towards her, pressing her chest against his, "No talking." She forcefully pushed him forwards until he backed up into the pool table that was off to the side of their living room. Her mouth found his again as she started forcing him to lean backwards onto the green felt. Jason almost lost his mind at how forceful she had become and pulled her upwards, flipping her under him and onto the pool table. Courtney let out a mischievous laugh and leaned up to bite his neck. That was it for Jason; he needed to have her, right then and there. The bulge in his jeans was becoming unbearable.
Just as his hands began to unsnap her bra, the shrill sound of his cell phone went off in his pocket. Courtney immediately grabbed his body and pulled him closer, kissing him hard. He gave in to her kiss as the phone stopped ringing. Their kiss continued and he successfully rid her of her bra. Jason leaned up, and even in the darkness still could barely handle how gorgeous his wife was. For a moment he starred down at her, drinking in every curve of her upper body, every inch of those perfect hip bones that led up to her taught tummy. His eyes inched upwards slowly as her breasts came into view. His eyes went dark with lust as he leaned down, placing his mouth back to her neck as his hands cupped her breasts, kneading them softly. Her moans almost clouded his thoughts as the phone in his pocket went off again. He knew he had to answer, it must have been important. He stopped his assault on her neck and growled, pulling himself off of her.
"Baby," she panted, desperately wanting him to not stop. He licked his lips and groaned, pulling his phone out of his pocket to answer it.
"Baby please, it's getting late. Don't," Courtney continued, leaning upwards to pull him back to her. She never really complained about his job, she knew it took a lot of his attention, but right now her mind was so wrapped up with lust for this man that she couldn't bare it to let him leave without pleasing her.
Jason turned his back to her and pulled the phone from his pocket and answered it, "Morgan."
After a few minutes of silence, Jason finally said something else into the phone, "You're sure it's tonight?"
Courtney groaned knowing that meant he'd be leaving her. She slipped her body down off the pool table and started to get dressed again. She heard Jason mumble an "I'll be right there," before hanging up the phone.
"That was my boss," he said once he finally turned towards her again, frowning when he saw she was already dressed.
"I know," she said with a nod. She folded her arms across her chest in defeat, "Go, it's okay."
He wrinkled his brow, knowing she was upset, "I'm sorry Courtney. I'll be home soon though, okay? If it's not too late, we'll pick up right where we left off."
Courtney knew it wasn't fair to make him feel bad, so forced a smile on her face, "No." She tapped her foot in mock anger, "I understand. You'd rather go play with the boys than me. I get it."
He laughed, "There's no one I'd rather be playing with right now, than you beautiful."
She nodded knowingly, "It's okay. Be safe Jase. I love you."
He kissed her, pulled his shirt back on over his head, "I love you too." And without another word he left their home and headed off to meet his boss at the docks of Port Charles.
Courtney retreated to their bedroom after cleaning up the living room, and crawled into her empty bed. The coldness of the sheets relaxed her body down from where Jason's lips had brought it. She ran a hand down her neck, still slightly able to feel the tingle his tongue sent up it from his kisses. With that, she closed her eyes with a sigh, and let herself drift off into a light slumber, not wanting to really fall asleep until she knew her husband was home.
Courtney opened her eyes to the sound of a door opening, closing, and then the ruffling of feet in the living room. She smiled to herself knowing Jason was finally home. She glanced towards the clock on the nightstand, 2:18 AM. She groaned as the door to the bedroom opened and Jason walked into the room quietly. Once he joined her in bed, she cuddled up close to him.
"You're safe," she whispered once his arms had wrapped around her.
"So are you," he told her as he placed a kiss to her forehead.
She closed her eyes once again and leaned into his body. Courtney had to admit, sometimes, being the wife of Jason Morgan was a rough job. Especially when there wasn't a soul who knew about it.