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This is a Jasam fic set in historical romance London times. Fun stuff ensues.
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Infinite Shades of Grey Chapter One:

He was restless. He didn't want to be in this ridiculous room with these snooty people. If it wasn't his baby sisters coming out, he wouldn't be here at all.
Jason Quatermaine's cold blue eyes gazed fondly at his sisters, Emily. She was truly the Belle of this ball, her chestnut hair piled into a complicated mess of curls atop of her head, her yellow silk gown setting her skin aglow. He had a feeling that he was going to have to watch for roaming hands tonight.
He let his eyes scan the room, a habit formed from his days in Waterloo, and took in the surrounding people. The ton was fickle. The same people who were singing praises to your face could be feeding you to the wolves. He didn't want anything to ruin Emily's night.
"You can relax my lord." A demure voice said directly behind him.
He turned and bowed to his companion, hid fiancée, Lady Courtney Corinthos. She looked lovely in a deep russet wool dress that cut across her body flatteringly, setting her blonder hair off.
He and Lady Courtney had practically grown up together. He was the eldest son of the Lady and Lord of Belcraven, and her parents ad been bosom buddies with his parents years before either of them had been born.
It seemed natural that they would get married.
"Emily looks lovely, and everybody has spoken quite well of her." Courtney said, smiling at him and taking his offered arm.
They made a striking couple, everybody who was anybody thought so. They were both blue eyed, fit, with blonde hair, though his was substantially darker than hers. They were both well bred, with immaculate manners, and an air of wealth.
They were perfect.
Together, the gazed out at the dance floor, Courtney longingly, Jason speculatively.
He wasn't a dancer. He, of course, could dance; he was trained at a young age just like every other well bred young man. He simply did not enjoy dancing.
Knowing this, Courtney tactfully struck up a conversation, "So, my Lord. Who do you think is most eligible for our Emily?" her gaze flickering from man to man, "Sir Lansing sure looks like he's ready for the task."
Jason glared at his betrothed, "That is not at all funny." He said lowly.
Sir Ric Lansing and he had been rivals since they were young. It was a simple matter of rank and Sir Lansing had always been bitter.
Courtney bowed her head in proper chastiment, "Forgive me, my lord." She apologized. She looked around again, her eyes taking in the grand appearance of the ton, some of them holding court, some dancing to the quartet. One dark haired man caught her attention.
"Well, what about Lord Cassadine?" she asked, "He seems to be staring a hole into her."
Jason flickered his gaze to the corner where Nikolas Cassadine seemed to be in conversation with a brunette, whom he could not see. Courtney was right, he was indeed alternating between looking at the lady before him and his sister dancing on the dance floor with Lord Lucas Spencer.
"We can speculate all we wish, but the fact remains that I will leave Emily's decision for her betrothed to her. Radical, I'm aware, but that's the only way I will have it." Jason said firmly, "I just refuse to let some fortune hunter marry her for her dowry."
"Well," Courtney said softly, "Luckily 'Lucky' Lucas Spencer and Nikolas Cassadine are both well to do, and have plenty of money of their own. Both have quite large fortunes." Her voice was trailing off, "Who is that Nikolas is speaking to?" she asked, straining to see the mysteries face.
"I haven't the faintest." He shrugged, not really caring. His fiancée was the social butterfly/busybody. He could care less.
The music came to a close, and Emily curtsied to Lucky, who bowed in return. Before Lucky could escort Emily off of the dance floor, Nikolas escorted appeared at her elbow and gestured in the direction that he was just speaking with the brunette. She nodded and smiled, walking with him to where the mystery lady stood talking with Lady Alexis Cassadine, her back still to the room.
"Shall we make the rounds?" Courtney asked, already steering him in the direction of the Cassadine clan.
"I suppose we shall," he acquiesced, placing his hand on top of hers, that she had linked through his arm.
As they approached the group, Lady Alexis caught site of the pair and smiled welcomingly. The mystery woman in pale pink finally turned, and Jason almost stopped short. Courtney flashed him a questioning look, but didn't say anything as they came to a stop in front of everyone.
She was…ravishing.
If Emily was the Belle of the ball, then this creature was certainly the Siren; temptation incarnate.
Her dark tresses, like Emily's, were piled atop of her head in a mass of curls, showing off her slender neck, that led down teasingly to shoulders, and further to creamy cleavage. But what distracted him the most about her was her eyes. Deep brown with just a tint of green, that to him at least, seemed to hold the promise of something wicked and erotic.
Realizing he was staring, he averted his gaze to Lady Alexis, taking a bow to all of the ladies. Lady Cassadine held out her hand, which Jason brushed a kiss across courteously.
"Lady Cassadine, you look lovely," Courtney smiled, curtseying, "London has missed you these past few seasons."
"Yes, well, family duty called," Alexis said vaguely, smiling at the couple, "But I did hear the wonderful news of your engagement," she clasped her hands together in pleasure, "Congratulations."
Emily piped in, also smiling widely, "This is of all things, wonderful. Our two families joining together as one at last."
"You must be thrilled," Alexis said, directly to Jason, who was once again studying the siren intently. Alexis noticed and gave a slight start, "Oh, you must think me terribly rude!" she exclaimed. She gestured to the young woman next to her, "May I make known to you my lord, my daughter, Lady Samantha Cassadine."
Samantha curtsied, lowering her lashes, demurely before peeking up at him almost seductively. Or was that his imagination?
"How do you do, my Lord? My lady?" she asked, nodding her head politely to Courtney, "Congratulations on your engagement."
"Thank you," Courtney said, also nodding.
"Yes, thank you." Jason said, once again averting his eyes, this time to his sister.
She gave him a bemused look, her brown eyes flashing curiously. His sister didn't miss anything.
"Is this your first Season, Lady Samantha?" Emily asked politely, her hand tucked into Nikolas' arm still.
Samantha turned her beautiful eyes away from her mother, and to the lovely brunette, "Tis not." She smiled, "I had my own coming out some years ago here in London. Not quite this joyous affair, but something still quite spectacular."
Emily smiled more genuinely this time, throwing a fond glance at Jason, "It is thanks to my brother that this occasion is quite so grand. He has been very lenient with the purse strings for me."
"You are my sister," he said affectionately, "And we have more than enough money to give you something this grand many times over. Besides, you deserve it."
"I'll drink to that," Nikolas agreed, raising his glass of brandy. After taking a sip, he turned his full attention to Emily, "Would you do me the honor of a dance?"
Emily's cheeks became a bit flushed, and after a moment, she nodded.
After the pair made their way to the dance floor, Alexis spoke, "Well, I one, would think that's a well suited match."
"I agree," Courtney murmured, staring at the waltzing couple, " They would make quite a beautiful match."
"Hmm," Samantha said non-committingly, "I for one never wish to marry," she said absentmindedly.
The group fell into a shocked silence.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~So, what did you think lovelies?
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