~as with all fan fic these are not my characters. This story stands as tribute to them and their creators. I began by thinking what if Jason left that first time but didn't come back till much, much later. Would Elizabeth be the same woman? Would destiny cause them to hit all the same notes and if so would they play out the same way? The following is my answer~
AS THE CROW FLIES
CHAPTER ONE ~ THE PICK UP
Emily Quartermaine and Elizabeth Webber were best friends. It didn't happen overnight but the friendship was true and fast. While both were the spawn of parents in the medical arena, the Quartermaines were known for their ambition while the Webbers were known for their service.
Following tradition Emily studied to be a doctor. She interned at General Hospital where her father was Chief of Staff as well as being on the board with her mother who was the Chief Cardiac Surgeon. Emily worked extra hard to overcome rumors of nepotism.
Elizabeth, a nurse at General Hospital, bucked tradition at first. She preferred drawing pictures to drawing blood but it didn't pay the bills. Both her parents dedicated their time to Doctors Without Borders. Elizabeth hadn't seen them in years. Even when their daughter had to give up art and uncovered a natural aptitude for nursing, they considered her an underachiever; her two elder siblings were well-established doctors already.
Elizabeth was on the path to being a surgical nurse but if she had to study for it, it probably wouldn't happen. She relied on natural talent. Em said Elizabeth relied on luck and attitude.
Emily studied ruthlessly and was the apple of her entire family's eye. Elizabeth was the black sheep everyone worried about.
It was not the hospital that brought Elizabeth and Emily together, it was men. Well, boys at first. Over the years they'd seen each other through heart-swells and heart-bursts. Some thought it was a dangerous adventure they'd survived in their teens that bonded them, but it was seeing each other through the drama of marriage, birth and divorce that truly cemented their friendship.
Till five months ago Elizabeth could count her lovers on the paw of a Costa Rican Three-Toed Sloth in this order: Lucky, Zander, Ric. Her rapist didn't make the list. He mattered, but he didn't count. A one-time union with Zander produced her little boy Cameron. Ric she married and might have stayed married to if he weren't a raving lunatic. And Lucky was her first love.
Lucky wanted Elizabeth back. Round and round she went with Emily who was pro-Lucky. Elizabeth didn't want to go backwards. She didn't want any man. She was done.
At least she thought she was.
Five months ago Elizabeth decided to take her life back and stop being chicken. She put herself on the market, so to speak, but under her own terms and she did the shopping. "This chic is back!" Elizabeth pronounced!
Around the same time Elizabeth started looking at men again Emily married her first love, Nik Cassadine. A virtual, as well as an actual, prince of Greco-Roman decent, Nik was perfect for her. His only black mark was a child had out of wedlock to a former stripper when he and Em were going through dark times. Everyone makes mistakes but no one considered young Spencer such and Emily loved the little boy very much.
Even though Emily had perfection it didn't exclude the young doctor from desiring something not so perfect, something not so 'right', every now and again. Even if it was vicarious, Emily found her outlet in her best friend. Elizabeth shared every juicy detail of her exploits with the young medical student to her illicit joy!
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"It's almost not fair." Elizabeth swept her blown-out auburn locks to one side of her delicate neck as she observed the room. The bar light picked up caramel highlights.
"What's not?" Emily faced the bar; she was ordering the usual: tequila sunrises with shots of tequila on the side.
"Bringing you, a married woman, here; it's such a tease for all these guys."
"Since when? We've been coming to Jake's since we were kids." Emily swung her long, bare legs around the bar stool and observed the scattered tables with her friend. They saw longshoremen- big, burly, strong men- jugging beer and laughing loudly. It was Friday, payday at the neighborhood dive.
"You weren't married then. Maybe we should try going where the guys aren't so easy." Elizabeth wondered.
It was loud. "Did you say sleazy?" Em laughed skeptically. "Now that's that a problem?"
In the back of Jake's where it was dark sat the more interesting, the more dangerous types. They drank. They didn't laugh.
"Easy. I said 'easy'," she corrected. Then laughed her self, "don't say it." They both knew there was no difference really.
"You'd rather go to the Metro Court bar I suppose?" Emily frowned. "Snore. All those guys in suits and ties, $300 cologne…?"
"You mean men like your husband?" Elizabeth laughed.
"Exactly. If I wanted that kind of fantasy I'd go home."
"And where's the fun in that?"
"Exactly." Emily agreed with a smile mirroring Elizabeth's.
Their drinks were up so both women spun back on their stools to face them. Shots first, "bottoms up!"
They slammed their glasses down grimacing and grinning at the same time. The blush of first alcohol hit them right away.
"I will say this for The Metro Court," Emily conceded, "their cheapest tequila would be considered top-shelf here! Are we sure this is even tequila?"
Elizabeth's face lost its humor, "Em, I think I'm done with men."
Wide-eyed, "Again? Why'd we come then?"
"So you and I could hang out."
"We could hang out at Kelly's. Milkshake hangovers are easier on the brain cells. Do you know how much studying I have to do? God, I hope you didn't come tonight out of some obligation to fulfill my fantasy life!" The intern seemed genuinely horrified.
"No, not at all. I just decided now, this minute. I'm done." Em waited for more. "You know that last guy I took upstairs?"
"Oh yeah." Emily wiggled her brows. "He was so hot, the blond with long curly hair." Emily's eyes rolled back, "and you said he had…"
"Yeah, yeah that guy. It happened again."
"No!"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"And you're just telling me now? Why did you leave that part out? I don't believe you. Mr. Biceps fell in love with you? I picked him because he was young and hot! No way he wanted to settle down, not with biceps like those!"
Elizabeth gave her friend a thin-lipped smile and shrugged.
Emily shook off her disbelief. "Aren't these guys supposed to be loners, girls in every port, no ties?"
"You'd think."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too. He was fun."
Wiggling her brows again, "I know he was." Em drifted for a second remembering the stories Elizabeth told…
"What's wrong with me?"
"I don't know. I mean you are totally f #kable. I'd do you." She sucked the last of her Sunrise through the straw.
Booze peppered Em's language; she was not a casual f-word user. It made Elizabeth snicker.
"Yes, but would you leave me?" the nurse asked with a wink.
"Um…."
"See, I'm not the wham-bam, thank you ma'am type. They all want to marry me, settle down, paint the fence white, make babies… I'm sick of it."
Emily laughed at her friend. Elizabeth joined her. It was ridiculous.
"Em, I don't get it. Is it because I wasn't abused as a child? Is my self-esteem too high- too low? Do they think I need rescuing? I don't want to be fallen in love with. Just want the guy to get naked, let me have my way with him and say goodbye."
"That's not too much to ask."
"I don't think it is, perfectly reasonable. So why won't they?"
Emily had a theory, "You're too cute. You look like the girl-next-door. I bet they think they you are gonna be all timid and when you rock their world they are like, a, oh man, I can take her home to mom and take her to bed!"
Letting out a huge sigh, "what can I do about it?"
"Ahhmm?" They slowly turned to observe the bar crowd again.
"Another round ladies?" The bartender asked over their shoulders.
"Sure Coleman." Elizabeth answered. After a pause, "see, I think," she gambled, "if we went to some upscale places in the business district I'd have better luck. Guys there are way more shallow."
"Or if you'd let me pick from the doctor pool, I know some hotties there I'd like to play med-school with."
"You do play doctor with them Em." Liz rolled her eyes.
Ignoring her, Emily sounded eager. "Those guys are players! Dr. Drake would be perfect!"
"No- no one at GH. The last thing I wanna risk is some intern with puppy dog eyes following me around the hallways."
"He's the new neurosurgeon. His ego won't fit down the hallway."
"Surgeon? Absolutely not." The woman picked up their fresh drinks. "He'll trap me in closet and I'll have to worry which other nurse's butt print I'm sitting in."
"True," Em conceded as she sipped her new drink.
"I need more anonymity. Like that guy right there," she pointed to a guy who'd been eyeing them, "I don't know him from Adam. Maybe he won't want to have my babies by morning?"
Emily spit-sprayed her drink on a burst of laughter, "I knew you hadn't entirely given up."
Laughing while wiping off her lap, "What the hell, we're here. And a girl has her needs. Do you like him?"
Both women eyeballed the guy up and down. The handsomely rugged man felt the heat off their gazes and almost blushed. He'd never been so unabashedly checked out before. It made him flex his arms and suck in his cheeks.
"Damn." Emily nibbled on her slender pinky. "I bet he's like 6'2"… I like the shaggy dark hair and short beard. His friends aren't so hot but I wouldn't mind feeling his scruffy face between my thighs… um, yeah. Geez." The guy pushed his sleeves up exposing thick forearms tatted up from the wrist past the elbow to who knows where. Emily fanned herself.
"I could get into the pierced eyebrow." Lizzie tossed in.
Admiring his strength again, "are you ever afraid they will hurt you?"
"I'm afraid they won't." She answered seductively. Elizabeth crooked a finger at the guy while her friend giggled. He'd ogled Emily long enough.
"Shut up! He's coming over!"
"How do you want to play it Em? He's not coming over here for me."
Emily was used to it, "I know… I…man, look at all that! Ok, ok, so he's not 6'2" but everything else..." She looked at Elizabeth," Soon as I have enough to take home to my man I'll pretend my pager is going off. Medical emergency."
"Evening ladies," he had an Irish ascent. Emily melted. The stud zeroed in on the intern. "Can I get you a drink? Another round," He told the bartender without waiting for Emily's answer. "My name is Ziggy."
"I'm Emily and this is Lizzy." Ziggy nodded toward Elizabeth but still hadn't looked at the nurse.
Emily was beautiful, always had been, but not too beautiful. She was approachable beauty. Long straight hair that never seemed to knot or lose its shine, she had giant brown eyes and long lashes so just a smear of mascara was enough to accentuate them. Her gentle voice and frequent giggle said she was all heart. Emily was sweetness on the kind of long thin legs guys fantasized about.
An aura of independence made the petite nurse a second choice. Lately she gave off an air of lust and that could be even more intimidating to some guys, but Elizabeth didn't let that stop her. She usually got what she wanted and she was accustomed to be underestimated.
Elizabeth excused herself to give Emily some time to work her game. Nik would benefit from tonight's outing greatly. Men had porn, woman had flirtation, was their justification. Taking her drink to the jukebox, Elizabeth left before any of Ziggy's friends tried joining them.
The selection was the same. She liked country music but that never suited Jake's. Sucking from the tiny red straw she punched out A-13 and watch the mechanical arms reach for the vinyl. Jake's might be the last place left on earth without a digital juke. She loved that even though it made her feel old. She was going on 25. Was that old?
"Hi."
The male voice behind Elizabeth made her think twice. She knew that voice. It took her a second: first love.
Keeping her back to him, "Hi Lucky."
"What's Em doing talking to that guy?" He tried to lean on the juke next to her but she didn't give him the space he needed.
Liz turned with a coolness meant to hurt, "She's keeping him warm for me."
Lucky didn't like her attitude over the last few months but was willing to tolerate it. He believed in their undying love and still wanted her back. All he had to do was wear Elizabeth down, wait it out.
"I don't think my brother would be too happy if he walked in right now and saw his wife flirting with some biker dude."
"So arrest her. Oh wait, you're still in the academy right?" she laughed. "Does your father know yet?"
"Luke's disappointed. So what? You know all about disappointing parents don't you?" He couldn't help jabbing back. It was one of the many reasons Elizabeth would never take Lucky back.
Lucky tried talking pass his faux pas, "Besides, I wasn't going to make it as a photographer and music involves too much travel."
Together as teens they'd dreamed of being artists. Lucky could have the life she wanted. Elizabeth would love traveling in the pursuit of art but difficult to do with a three-year old. Her little boy was the love of her life. No regrets.
"Sounds like heaven to me. Traveling, just you and your guitar…"
"Yeah, but then I wouldn't be around to-"
Elizabeth raised her brows in warning.
"..around to help raise Cameron."
"Lucky, we've been over this. You are not Cam's father and I don't need you to be."
"I want to be."
She held her breath. He brought out the worst in her. "I don't want you back Lucky. Stop making me hurt you."
Elizabeth shoved off the jukebox and headed back to her bar stool. She called back. "Look around Lucky, the girl you loved left town a long time ago and she's not coming back."
Lucky followed her. They always followed.
"Hey Lucky!" Emily greeted her brother-in-law with a nervous rattle.
"Em." Clearly disapproving, Lucky looked the Irishman up and down ready to lash out at the stranger instead of Liz.
"This is Ziggy. Ziggy, this is Lucky."
Ziggy laughed heartily, "Brother!" he grasped a startled Lucky's hand and shook, "Must be a fellow Irishman with a name like that."
Lucky warmed grinning back. His jealousy evaporating, "Hey! Ziggy, good to meet you man."
"Just talking to the lovely Emily here. Was about to order another round, can I get you anything brutha?"
"Sure, how about a beer? Next round's on me." Chuckling happily putting an arm around the brunette, "I know Emily. She's my sister-in-law, we go way back."
Emily shook Lucky off and stood quickly looking at Elizabeth, "not for me, I've got to get going." She smiled at Ziggy, "nice meeting you."
"Is your pager going off?" Elizabeth almost laughed.
Wide-eyed Emily fumbled with her bag, "Oh, um, yeah." She looked at the pager, "medical emergency."
"That's a shame. It was a pleasure meeting you too." Ziggy hid his disappointment from Lucky.
Liz smirked. "I'll walk you out." Over her shoulder, "I'll have tequila if you're buying."
The women locked arms as they walked towards the exit.
Emily's brows crossed, "Stupid Lucky! Ziggy's cute."
"And now he's a sad Ziggy because Emily is leaving. I'll have to cheer him up."
"Whatever." Em snickered.
She smiled, "anything special you want?"
"I was thinking, this time, no kissing!"
"Why, is his breath bad?"
Laughing, "No, he just looks like he'd be fun to deny. Kept looking at my mouth, it was so sexy. I'm gonna go home and make Nik wanna kiss me so bad but I'm not going to let him. It's gonna be so hot." She stumbled. "I think I'm tipsy."
"You are. Ok, no kissing. But if this one gives me trouble we go to the Metro Court next time."
"Awe, you are killing me. I don't like those guys. I barely get to do this once a month with you and you wanna ruin it with schmucks."
"Then let's hope I am not the lovable type tonight."
At the door their huddle brought them practically nose-to-nose. Emily drew her finger down the hollow of Elizabeth's soft cheek, "well, I hate you." Her smile was pure love.
"I hate you too so we're off to a good start." Elizabeth tried to look unlovable but giggled. They released each other. "If your driver isn't out there, come right back in, ok?"
"OK." She promised then paused half way up the steps. "Oh and find out what's at the top of that tattoo!"
Liz laughed and waved her off.
Looking back at the bar she watched Lucky and Ziggy gabbing like girls, girls who slapped each other's backs and farted. Elizabeth had no interest in Lucky. The other guy was more her type physically. Lucky was lean and muscular but Ziggy had structure, a frame a gal could do something with. Lucky was tender. She no longer liked tender. Looking at them again Lizzy wondered if she should break up their party. The back of the room looked empty.
Just as she thought, Liz was able to snatch her tequila, shoot it, take Lucky's beer and wander to the back without them paying any attention. Man-love.
On the way to the back of the bar a brute stopped her. "Hey beautiful." As if he were looking at a puppy telling the creature it was adorable, to him whatever was inside Elizabeth was innocuous.
Elizabeth reminded herself not all guys were intimidated. Some were too drunk to see her hard edge and some, like this guy, just too dumb to worry about getting cut down.
"Hey gorgeous." He tried again with a wobble.
The drunk wasn't wrong.
Elizabeth was a beautiful woman. She had sapphire eyes set above strong cheekbones and a full, wet pout of a mouth. She was very fit, petite but solid, not fragile. Her iridescent skin was flawless despite an infrequent freckle here and there. Elizabeth had breasts finally, after Cam. Most woman lost their plump from pregnancy but Elizabeth maintained hers, finally graduating her cleavage from young girl to woman. Though she believed her waist could be more tapered Elizabeth knew her ass wouldn't quit. All her jeans were selected to accentuate it not hide it. She was short but proportioned.
The good thing about being short was being able to wear sexy high heels, plus they kept her calves in shape. Elizabeth contemplated driving the spike of her heel through the longshoreman's boot to get him to move.
"How did you get through the door baby doll?" He asked.
That's a new one. She put her foot flat on the floor. "I don't know, how did I?"
"You must have taken off your wings," he beamed, proud of his line. Liz stared at him. He wasn't her type. The mongrel was made strong by his work in the shipyards but a thick layer of beer blubber hid it. Yet it wasn't inches she could pinch that bothered her, it was his stiffness. She preferred a man who could move, not wobble like this guy, someone quick and fluid.
He waited, "um…. Get it? Your angel wings! Damn girl, you are fine-looking."
"I am?" She fanned her faux blush. "Wait, what's that?!" When he looked she darted around not spilling a drop of beer.
"Hey!" when he noticed she was gone. "Bitch."
Maybe she was a beautiful woman, but so what.
Elizabeth knew no one ever fell for her really. Not that guy, not the guy a few weeks ago, not Lucky- they fell in love with the-girl-next-door with her milk-maid smile never seeing how dirty her school uniform really was. Beauty can do more harm than good. Men were blinded by it. Only if one was as sweet and genuine as Emily, did love truly find a heart to inhabit.
Liz watched the scene from the back of Jake's. There were fun-loving girls and lonely girls. There were decent guys too stupid to stay sober enough to find the decent girls. There were dockworkers and criminals and those who, like her, who needed to slum it every now and then. It's not where they lived, places like Jake's, but it's where they felt most at home. Too bad she didn't fit in. Elizabeth liked it at Jake's.
Lucky finally notice Elizabeth's absence. Excusing himself from his new friend, Lucky went to check the restroom. Not finding her there he figured Elizabeth left so Lucky did too. That left her fine Irishman all alone. Didn't take long for a tight-top wearing blond to approach and casually flaunt her goods. Lizzy smiled. A challenge was never frowned upon.
She started feeling warm; a heat flowered on her neck. Elizabeth turned expecting to see eyes boring into her. She intended to give back as good as she was getting. They felt evil. But neither of the two shadowy figures behind her were looking at her.
Standing to stretch, Elizabeth raised her arms as she arched her back elongating her body. The nurse glanced to see who would notice her short top rise exposing smooth hipbones and a taut belly. Just one of the figures watched. The one working too hard at ignoring her had to be the hate-filled one.
Elizabeth walked by his table purposefully to see if she could spy anything to identify him later. Not caring if he saw her, she wasn't afraid of him, but Elizabeth had sense enough to know she should be.
The lack of light masked his features. All she could make out was: white guy, no tattoos, and no logos on his clothes. His build was hardy. The same heat hit her back as she walked away. It made Elizabeth shiver but, refining it, Liz thought it felt more like anger than hate. Either way, Elizabeth was going to steer clear she decided.
"Ziggy."
Instantly Ziggy's attention went from the 99 Cent Store princesses to her. "Hey." He smiled.
"Did I leave my sweater here?"
"I didn't see one."
"Must have left it at work. Oh well." Ziggy watched her mouth move.
"I thought you left with your friend." He said, still looking at Elizabeth's mouth. He took a chance on her eyes, "Glad you came back. Want another drink?"
"Hey, Ziggy, look, the table opened up." But Ziggy didn't pick up on the blonde's offer to play pool. Elizabeth smile had his attention.
"Sure. I guess I could have one more." Elizabeth was high enough but nursing another drink would simply be social. "Tequila Sunrise, please, not too sweet. Coleman knows."
Elizabeth started to sit but stopped and hesitated. "Hey, I know this will be very inappropriate but do you mind if I smell your cologne?" He wasn't wearing any.
"I'm not wearing any." He waved at Coleman and pointed at Lizzy, "For the lady." .
Elizabeth locked her eyes on Ziggy. He smiled back, curious.
The princess muttered 'whatever' and walked away. Ziggy and Elizabeth continued to stare at each other till her drink arrived.
"Here ya go." Elizabeth took the Sunrise. Then she took a step so his knees were touching her thighs. "Mind if I smell you anyway?" Elizabeth batted her lashes and let the blush come to her cheeks. She still got the jitters making the first move.
"Not at all." He parted his thighs so she could fit between his legs. Lizzy stepped in bending towards his neck, under his shaggy hair. He smelled like the sea and diesel.
"Mmmm." She pulled away. "You smell… sweet… like a sweet whiskey. Is there such a thing?"
Ziggy smiled recognizing the seduction. "I think my grandmother does something with whiskey at Christmas time that might be sweet. My turn." He gently guided her back to him by tugging on a length of her hair.
His hand was warm on her ribs. His beard tickled her neck. His breath was warm when he spoke but she didn't hear what he said- she just felt the gentle brush of his thumb on the underside of her breast. Elizabeth's skin tingled.
When he pulled back she stayed between his legs but with drink at the ready to block him in case he tried to kiss her: Emily's orders. Ziggy's hands went to her hips. He smiled when she smiled. He slid his hands to feel the roundness of her bottom. Titillation came on quick this time.
It was easier for Elizabeth to let go with a man she didn't care about. She didn't always climax but she was able to relax enough to enjoy it. She liked being naked and touching as long as the touching didn't reach into her soul. She needed to be in control.
Ziggy got braver when Lizzy didn't move away from his hold. She nipped at the red straw and kept eye contact with him. Elizabeth wondered about him, wondered who Ziggy wanted her to be. His hands drifted in, he squeezed and parted her cheeks then let their weight fall into the natural cup of his hands.
She whispered in his ear, "what are you doing?"
"I'm feeling my way around the neighborhood lass, wondering if it's friendly or hostile. See, I'm new to town. Here for the night. Ship leaves in the morning."
Elizabeth smiled and whispered, "So you're gone in the morning?"
"Gone. But I'm here tonight. So Lizzy, wanna show me Port Charles?"
"I don't know. It's kinda dangerous at night."
Staring at her cleavage, "I think I may want to risk it. There's more to his place I'd like to see." Ziggy looked into her mile-deep eyes again. "Even if it takes all night."
Ziggy went to kiss her but Liz acted coy and turned away. "Not sure what a bored housewife can really show a world traveler like you that's exciting." He started to say something about a husband but Lizzy kept talking, "But since it's just for the night…."
He shrugged. If she didn't care, "They have rooms here don't they?"
"Yes." Ha! She thought- you are no seaman; you're totally local; probably married some backpacker, moved here so she could go to college and divorced because she cheated. Now you work out so you can look 19 again and relive what should have been your wild years… aw Zig. Elizabeth had his number.
Excusing herself, Lizzy got a key from Coleman and went upstairs first. Ziggy paid up as fast as he could.
…
When her Irishman entered the room Elizabeth was in the bathroom. She heard him call her name.
Leaving the bathroom light on, Liz walked into the sparse, dimly lit room stripped down to her bra, panties and heels. She was just a silhouette of curves.
"Damn…" he said but when he took a step towards her she stopped him with a command.
"Take off your clothes."
"Maybe I should take a shower?" He felt inadequate, not a feeling Ziggy was accustom to.
"If you want."
Ziggy started tearing off his clothes as he drunkenly cut around her. The shower didn't last long. She was jumping on the bed when he came back.
The sight made him laugh.
"You look good in a towel," Lizzy managed through bounces. And he did: toned muscle, redneck tan. Ziggy was mostly pale. A thin trail of curls cut down the middle of his abs past the edge of the towel. "Catch me!"
Lizzie launched herself at him. Ziggy, though surprised, caught her easily. One leg dangled as she got a better grip around his neck. "So what do you want to see first? We have the luxurious waterfront piers or our famous art galleries on Creamery Row."
Ziggy carried Elizabeth to the bed and laid her down.
"Creamery Row sounds good. So why do you take off that bra and if you want to keep those panties in one piece then you'd better take them off too before I rip them off. I wanna see you."
Dang! This might be better than she thought. Elizabeth smiled but didn't make a move to obey. Instead she stretched and arched her back cooing.
No more games. He needed to touch her. Was she real? Confidently Ziggy straddled her little body but then hesitated. She was a lot more woman than he bargained for. Ziggy always performed for the ladies, puffing himself up. Something about Elizabeth made him feel exposed, called out.
Liz ran her fingers down his abs, "I see you Ziggy." Elizabeth's eyes were gentle, lit from within. Her smile was excitement in pink gloss. "I see you and it's Ok." She didn't need him to be anything but himself. "Be yourself. Touch me if you want… taste me…"
Feeling permitted, Ziggy almost didn't know how to be genuine. He felt empowered to let his whim, his fantasy guide him. He scooped up her beautiful, plump breasts as she dug her nails into his knees, kneading them for the pure joy of seeing her response. With a sudden jerk he lifted her body off the bed by the bra and strained to tear it in half. The threads gave way and Elizabeth fell back with a gasp. His mouth was on her bare skin.
He pleased himself. He was a hungry animal. His tongue, his teeth, he sucked till she cried out a little then he moved to the other breast feeding on her with abandon.
Lizzy groaned in sweet agony. She was so turned on.
Ziggy and his tongue toured south down her abdomen. He inched down her leg; bit the tender inner thigh making her ache with need. Lifting her leg, Ziggy sat up and kissed the back of her knee. Letting the leg down he moved back to see the heat in her eyes. Did she still see him?
Lizzy opened her eyes and looked at Ziggy with desire. When he went to kiss her Lizzy almost let him but remember and turned her head. Smiling, "no kissing."
Stopping suddenly, he gripped her jaw and held her still. It didn't hurt, didn't scare her… not yet. It was still exciting and fresh.
"You naughty girl. No kissing, is that saved for the girls?"
Oh, so he liked a story... "Only Emily gets to kiss me."
"Not even your husband?"
I said I was a housewife, ...Oh yeah, "Not even him. He doesn't know what to do with me." As she talked his thumb moved to stroke her full bottom lip. "I put my hand on his cock and he comes. There's no one to take care of me."
"So you let your girlfriend taste you." It was a statement. He was leading his own fantasy.
"But she can't f-k me."
"I can." He put his thumb in her mouth. Liz used her teeth as a vise and twisted her tongue around it.
"God I want to taste you."
He dove into her neck. Trailed wet kisses up and down her throat.
She pulled open his towel and let it fall on her thighs. Sitting up, Ziggy's erection was proud. She would feel him. Liz cupped him and moved up his staff.
"Bloody hell your hands feel like velvet. Shit." He moved off her. He was suddenly too close. Her poor husband didn't stand a chance.
Elizabeth started to touch herself. Closing her eyes Elizabeth hands moved delicately over her breasts. She arched in response to a brush of her rigid nipple, then down her flat stomach till they nested in soft folds under her panties.
"Is that how she touches you?" His breath hitched. Ziggy went back to the bed and roughly pulled down her panties to see it all. So clean, so pink she was.
Lizzie didn't care anymore. He'd gotten her so close she could take care of the rest. Lizzy moaned.
"Hell no." Ziggy wasn't being left behind. "You wanna get f- lass, well then, I'm gonna f- you better than anyone has." He fumbled with the jeans he'd dropped and got a condom from his wallet. Lizzy had one tucked under the pillow but let him use his own.
With his erection sheathed Ziggy slapped her hand away. He got on the bed and put his face where her hand had been. The swollen folds were hot in his mouth, the wetness almost tasteless except it tasted like something. Like citrus and honey. It was his imagination but the more his tongue worked the more he swore he tasted heaven. Her thighs squeezed his scruff and she bucked.
"Oh god… oh… please…." Elizabeth grabbed his hair when the first wave took her.
Her voice was pure seduction. Ziggy wanted her to say his name. He was going to come on the sheets if he didn't start making love to this little witch now!
"AH!" Lizzie cried when he entered her. Ziggy cried out too. He pushed and stalled.
Grunting, the Irishman begged, "Please come baby. Come again for me. I need you to come again." Her lover dared to pull back and thrust again. He saw stars. Damnit. Was he hard enough to last through his orgasm? Ziggy went for it. He pumped as hard and he could… as fast as she demanded while he came with a fury.
Elizabeth shuttered with the second wave of pleasure. Ziggy left his body; he hovered over the scene watching him self make love to the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Didn't stop moving in her till he saw the rolls of pleasure fade from her body.
Finally he ran out of strength and blood flow. Ziggy collapsed.
"Sorry." He said. "I'll move, give me a minute Love."
His full weight was on top of her. Elizabeth still twitched so it felt good to have him on her. She didn't always come that hard. She hoped he'd be the one; the one to love her and leave; wouldn't have to see him again unless they bumped into each other. Then they could do it again! Freedom from the heart was glorious.
Needing to breath, Liz pushed on his shoulder and wiggled out from under the Irishman's weight. They lay side by side letting their breathing even out. He draped his arm over her stomach. Realizing it was his right arm Lizzie examined the tattoo to report to Emily.
She slipped out from under his limb and stood. Her knees were deliciously weak. She'd been screwed. Finally. Once a month mama got to go out and get some and tonight she got some.
…
Elizabeth took a hot shower. She didn't try to get clean as much as try to loosen up any lingering tension from work, single parenting, and mourning the loss of her true passion: painting. This was her art now.
Ziggy waited for her to return. Elizabeth was fully clothed when she came back. Spare undies in her purse where she'd left her clothes. Easy exit.
"Hey. Where are you going?"
"Home."
Ziggy stood, legs shaky. He looked worried. "No, don't go."
"Ziggy, get some sleep. I imagine you ship out pretty early. I have to get home to my husband… the dog needs walking… the cat needs her milk." Please play along Zig.
"Wait. I don't care if you're married. I have to see you again."
"Maybe we will—"
"No. Look. I lied. I live in town. I can give you my number." He looked for paper on the nightstand giving up in a panic when he didn't find any. "I'm sorry I lied. I just. I never met. I didn't think I'd… but then you… you blew my mind. I want to get to know you. Can I see you again?"
Sadly, "I wish we could but no, we can't." Elizabeth stood at the door; hand on the knob, disappointed, "Not now. I don't want to be known Ziggy. Do you understand?" She turned the knob.
Ziggy leapt for the door slamming it shut. He pinned Elizabeth to it. His hand went to her face and caressed it. "After that… what we just did? I know we just met but you didn't feel anything, you don't feel anything for me?"
Liz shook her head no.
"But… you saw me…"
"Can I go? Before this gets more awkward?"
He tried to kiss her again but she denied him. Instead she bit his chest and left a mark above his heart.
"Ouch."
Lizzy bolted.
…
Alone in the hallway she swore under her breath "No more Jake's"
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