TITLE: Blame Game

SUMMARY: Johnny and Olivia can't keep their hands off each other. Even through Olivia tries desperately to set him free – he just won't be set free. Trouble surrounds them from all sides. No one wants them to be together.

Olivia is found near death. Johnny is blaming everyone in Port Charles. From Claudia – down to Edward. Who truly hates Olivia and Johnny together so much that they want Olivia dead?

CATEGORY: Drama/ Friendship/ Romance/ Family/ Hut/Comfort/ Crime/ Angst/ Tragedy/ Spiritual

RATING: T

CHAPTER RATING: M rating chapters will be rated such as. But this story is a solid T rating.

PRELUDE

"I'm old enough too be your mother." She was backing away from him.

Stepping forward, and running his hand through her hair on the right side. "But, you aren't."

"I have a kid about your age, this is crazy." She stepped back once more.

"So you just started early. No shame in that." He shrugged his right shoulder as he stepped forward once more. "Why are you fighting something we both want?"

"It's wrong on so many levels." She said shaking her head, her back had reached the wall.

"Says whom? Claudia? Sonny?" Stopping in front of her. Raising his right hand to stroke her check. "I'm not asking for love, here, just some companionship and friendship." Tilted his head to the right, "How about you?"

She didn't answer, she couldn't. Not with the heavy breathing that her chest was dealing with at the moment. His hand felt so good on her face, she didn't want him to stop.

Leaning forward he captured her lips with his own, crushing himself tightly against her. He heard her grasp. He knew it wasn't because of the sudden pain of being slammed into the wall, no she was turned on. Deepening the kiss he marked her as his own, once again. He would have her, standing here if he had too. But, she was his and he was hers. They would have one another.

Her hands which were crushed against chest, managed to move upward and he felt her hands on his jaw. Her fingers lightly running up and down, than suddenly he felt them on his face. He felt a bit on his lip and he pulled back. An inch from her face, breathing heavily. He couldn't let her stop this, not when they were this close to having what they wanted. He brought his head down and started to bit and tease her neck, at the nap. He knew that was a sensitive spot of hers. She had every quickly told him about it the first time they had been together.

He felt her hot breath against his chest, she had unbutton his shirt during their sheering kiss. He moaned his pleasure as he felt his desire for this woman rise beyond belief. He had never felt like this with any other woman he had been with. This was crazy, it was nuts, this whole situation was out of the mind. His hands quickly undid her towel – he had come knocking on her door, just as she stepped from the shower. His hands quickly ran over her body – loving the feel of the smooth skin underneath his palms. He had to be in this incredible and delicious woman. Now!

He wanted out of his clothes. His hands moved to meet hers and he quickly helped her jerk his shirt off. Their hands next to his pants – and he knew he would never be able to recall how exactly those came off. It was a blur. All he knew was he suddenly felt free and her arms were every where. His hand went to her chin, and he jerked it up away from his chest. Looking deeply into her desire filled eyes and slammed his mouth onto hers – as he quickly entered her.

What he felt was sheer bliss. He had her in his arms. He had her scent on him. His scent was on hers. Their mingled scents drove him wild. He didn't know whom – or if it was just both of them – but they quickly quicken the pace until she came, and he came deep within her. He felt her begin to slid – he just held her even more tightly against him and the wall – holding her up as he slowly moved back and forth – in rhyme.

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"This is crazy." She breathed into his ear as she felt herself come down from the high that he had put her in. "Simply crazy."

He pulled back and cupped her chin in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. "No, this is right. This is sane. The most sane that is happening in this whole world."

Pushing him away from her, she winced as he existed her. Not in pain of his exist, just the loss of him. She knelt down and grabbed her towel. Wrapping it around her she walked towards the door. "I think it's about time you leave."

He just stood stocked still looking at her. "What?" He couldn't believe what he had just heard. This was a mistake, he had not heard what he heard.

"Please leave, and don't come back." She said lifting her head firmly. "This, we, us, can not happen again." Putting her hand on the knob, her other hand holding tightly to the front of her towel.

"You don't mean this." He begged with his eyes and his voice. "You can't mean this."

"Please get dressed." She said in a cool voice.

His body moved on its own. He soon found that he was back into his clothes. They felt too tight against his body. He didn't want them on. He wanted the freedom of being nude, with her hands and body against his. He wanted to be inside her – where he belonged.

"Now leave," She said opening the door and waiting for him to step out into the hallway. Out of her life.

He walked slowly towards her. Stopping just as he reached the door. He moved closer and captured her chin in his hands, "This isn't over, Olivia, not by a long shot." He saw her eyes darken, not with desire – but abandonment. She was abandoning them – she was abandoning him. "Please stay with me."

Shaking her head, "Johnny, this is wrong. You and I are wrong. We shouldn't have hooked up. When you asked if I would regret sleeping with you that first drunken time. I should have say yes, I should have told you to leave." Bitting down on her lips. "It's too late now. I can't change my mistakes in the past." Her eyes became firmer, "But, I can stop making them. Please leave, Johnny, and never come back." She pleaded with him to leave.

"I'm going to convince you that we are right for one another, Olivia. That us together is right." He leaned forward and captured her mouth once more with his. Her mouth was tightly closed against his – his tongue ran lightly across her lips. The moment that she parted her lips – his tongue entering her mouth.

He felt her deepen the kiss before she broke it. His forehead leaned forward touched hers. "We belong together, Olivia, I just have to prove it to you."

"Please just go." She whispered trying to hold back the sobs.

"I'll go. Only because you ask me to." He whispered. He stepped back and looked at her longly. Lifting his right hand he waved in a low fashion. He walked down the hallway. He heard the door close behind him. He stopped and turned around and faced her closed door.

"I'll get you back, Olivia. If it's the last thing I do, I'll get you back." He whispered. He turned and walked towards the exist where his car was parked.

END PRELUDE