Title: Torn
Author: SouthernBurn
Rating: The overall fic will be M
Disclaimer: All General Hospital characters are copyrighted, and are used without permission. This story is a figment of my own imagination.
This is my first General Hospital fanfic so...be gentle...not all parts of the character's personalities are true to form.
Chapter 1
I close my eyes and fight back the panic as his fingertips brush up my bare arms. I'm not exactly afraid of him but I am scared of what the next inevitable step is in our relationship. Our daytime existence is a complete one eighty from these quiet nighttime moments. During the day he infuriates and challenges me, and it boggles my mind how he can be two completely different people at the same time.
His cocky declarations and inflated male ego completely turn me off, but in a weird way it's that same arrogant attitude that draws me to him. When we are alone, like this, he surprises me with a gentleness that blows me away. Confirming my belief that under that hard shell he really is a decent guy, maybe even someone I could even fall in love with.
I never expected the war torn hero to have so much patience with me, in every other aspect of his life he is a hot head; but he seems to understand that I need take this intimate part of our relationship at my own pace. He hasn't asked for more than I am willing to give him, even when that has only been allowing him to hold me all night long.
I still dream about last summer and all the hard decisions I had to make, even last night I was haunted by a child swinging on a swing set. The quirky toe-headed girl focused on swinging as high as she could, her long braids trailed behind her. When she saw me, she smiled and waved calling out for 'Mommy' as she glided back; and then just as quickly she faded out of focus until she was gone and the swing clamored and jiggled to a stop.
Swallowing hard I gaze out the darkened window to the lamp lit pier below; his arms slip around my waist. His fingers link across my abdomen where a child by another man once grew inside me and I repeat the silent mantra to myself that I made the right decision and I'm going to be okay.
He pulls me against him, pressing a kiss into my hair and then rests his head against mine. "It's late, what are you looking at?" he whispers.
Two months ago, if he would have touched me like this I would have pulled free and pushed him away; but now I let out the breath that I was holding and relax enough to answer. "At the barge that just docked, I'm surprised you didn't have to work tonight."
"Sonny is keeping a low profile until Jason's trial is over. Leaving my night free, are you going to stay here?"
My head tilts up and our gazes meet, "I was thinking about it."
"Good" he murmurs as he lowers his lips to mine.
Turning around in his arms I let him kiss me. His face is slightly scruffy but his lips are as soft as silk, he tips my chin up higher with his hand and I tentatively part my lips for him. Our tongues dance a slow tango with each other until my arms finally wrap around his neck and he lifts me off the floor.