This couple is the main reason I even know what fanfiction is. I never would have heard of it or written any if not for Jason/Carly.
Premise- One kiss he thinks he can ignore but he's just not that strong.
Note- Jake Spencer is Lucky's biological son as far as this story goes. That's the way I think it should be so that's the way it is in my story. The blackout sex happened and so did the paternity test but it showed Lucky as the father. Jason and Sam split before that, just like on GH, and never reunited. This fic takes place just a week after The Metro Court Crisis. One last note, Sonny and Carly did not go to Greystone and sleep together that night and they did not remarry while Jax was out of town.
If you look at 1:22 in this Jarly mvid you can see how they are positioned when the story starts:
Eyes of Grace at youtube
Mvid by Carly lover
Walls Will Crumble Carly and Jason Chapter One Late February 2007
"Thank you...thank you for standing by me today," he whispered to her, his voice hoarse.
They stood close together at her front door. He was getting ready to leave and she was still trying to comfort him more. Today Jason Morgan had buried his father. The fact that Alan was dead still seemed surreal to Jason. He felt like he was deep underwater right now.
Hanging onto his best friend was keeping him from drowning completely.
He had never felt like he needed her more than right now. Guilt and regret slammed his chest, weighing him down, and it wasn't just about his father. It was about all the Quatermaines, about his failed marriage to Courtney that turned out to not even be legal-and really was something he should have never gotten into in the first place- and all the fairytales he tried to sell Sam. Since when did he buy into dreams that could never come true? But for her he had. Cause she had needed that. And still, in the end, it wasn't enough.
Jason Morgan always seemed to fall short.
He wasn't enough as a man, a son, a brother, a friend, a lover, a father. He had never been enough. Still Carly would swear he was. In her eyes he was enough. She knew he wasn't perfect but she didn't care. She thought he could fly. And sometimes, when she looked at him, he felt like he could too. Or that he would for her if that's what she needed.
Jason was good at saving Carly. He was good at giving her what she needed, if not what she wanted, and he was good at keeping her from breaking apart. But she was good at doing the same for him.
Maybe not many people would believe that but Jason knew it to be true. And on this day he needed her more than ever.
This day when his father's coffin was put in a wall at the family mausoleum. There was no more time left for Jason to make things right with Alan. He didn't know how to accept that. How to deal with being such a failure.
He didn't want to feel this emptiness and loss. He just wanted someone to hold onto, to pull him through, to tell him that things would get better and the pain would become less overwhelming.
He wanted Carly. Needed Carly. No one else could look in his eyes and steady him like she could.
He whispered to her, as they stood there with their hands caressing each other's faces, "I couldn't have gotten through the funeral without you."
"Jase, I know how bad it hurts. I remember when I lost Virginia and how guilty I was and ashamed but don't put this all on yourself. Alan loved you and he wouldn't want you torturing yourself."
Emotion barreled through him as she said that his father had loved him. He rested his head against Carly's, seeking more comfort and understanding, like only she could give. His hands smoothed over her cheeks and then tucked her hair behind her ears.
She let him take from her. She would give him anything. Everything she had and everything she is.
And today he needed everything that she could offer him.
God, he needed her so much.
He pulled back a little so that their eyes could meet. She went to open her mouth and offer more words to soothe him when he caught her lips in a kiss, taking from her the best kind of comfort, a kind long denied but always craved.
When the warmth of her lips hit his something buried deep down in this man- something hot and wild, that could never be tamed, that was a part of him like his very soul- broke through the ice that it surrounded it and rushed though his veins again.
The kiss was soft and tender, but incredibly intense, and after a moment a moan rumbled from deep in the back of his throat. Carly whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Jason stumbled backwards.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at him.
He said "I have...I better go," and then he moved around her and out the door.
For a second he paused on the porch but didn't dare look back. Already he wanted another kiss. He wanted that forbidden temptation he hadn't allowed himself for so long. And he wanted that connection that went deeper than any he had known before. The complete connection that could only be found when he was deep inside of her, stroking her toward a release that they both were aching for.
Jason hurried to his SUV and got inside. But what he needed most was his motorcycle. Even during winter, on slippery roads, he could find freedom on his bike. He'd risk the crash.
Right now he needed to escape everything. And it wouldn't be fair to his best friend to find that escape in her loving arms. At least no more than he already had.
Carly gave him one kiss. It was a gift and he shouldn't ask for more. He wouldn't use her to salve his grief any further. She had soothed him more than she could ever know. Made parts of him that were numb warm up again.
But what they had- that one kiss- is where it had to stop.
