Author's Note: This two part fic is just an idea of how that kiss back in October 2010 could have ended a little differently... The first part is rated M for mature language and themes. I'll be interested in your opinion of Barb's idea... Happy Holidays guys...
~Toni
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Catching Carly
Part 1
What is wrong with me? she thought desperately as she waited for the elevator to reach the penthouse level. Why can't anyone really love me?
She fought the tears as her breathing grew more erratic and her mind whirred at an insane speed. She rushed to his door and began pounding, desperate to be fixed as only he could. If only she knew what it would take this time. When the door opened, Carly rushed by him as she fought the growing anxiety within her. She was so far gone she was having trouble processing his words until she heard their son's name.
"Michael?" she uttered in confusion shaking her head. That's it! The last time she felt safe was when they were a family with Michael. Her head whipped around and she instantly felt like she was drowning in the intense blue of his worried gaze. Her next clear thought was that she was kissing Jason.
But more than that, he was kissing her back!
As she sank into the passion of their kiss, her mind began calming. He had always been the best kisser. She hadn't felt this alive in years… not since the Port Charles Hotel fire. When he started to push her away, the work that kiss had begun toward righting the world on its axis tilted back into her reality again.
As she stared into his eyes, she heard herself working up a half-baked rationalization for what she wanted. She lied and said it was all a way to make Jax jealous, but luckily, it didn't matter. Because as always, Jason read the truth beneath the lies as he got lost in her chocolate gaze. The simplest truth was that his Carly was reeling and needed him to catch her as she fell. She needed him to prove that she was loved no matter what and no matter who made her feel less than worthy. So this time it was Jason who initiated their kiss.
And he poured all of his love and passion for her into it until there could be no question in her mind of what she meant to him. What he had meant to begin and end with a kiss shifted suddenly. The world fell away and as they got lost in each other, Jason had a second of clarity to remember that this was why he never let his guard down with her. The kiss spiraled until he was dragging at her trench desperate to free her as they made their way up the stairs. The battle to undress each other raged, but once Carly was out of the trench Jason's patience was cut in half and he tugged her skirt up and lifted her. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he carried her to his room.
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"Jason!" Brenda called with a huge smile as she entered the penthouse. She frowned when she noted the trench laying haphazardly on the stairs. Looking at it in confusion, she was sure it looked familiar. Then it dawned on her that it reminded her of the one that girl was always wearing. Snarling in distaste, she lifted it gingerly noting a blonde hair.
"It's freezing outside. What kind of idiot leaves without a coat?" she sighed rolling her eyes. That girl! "And to leave it just thrown on the stairs."
Sighing at how irresponsible and stupid that annoying Carly Corinthos Jacks was, Brenda tossed it at Jason's desk. Let him deal with it. She turned and hurried up the stairs. As she passed Jason's door, the noises were unmistakable. Looks like Jason decided to spend a little quality time with his girlfriend instead of dealing with that girl. She must have really gotten her feelings hurt over that one. She snickered with delight.
Smirking at the thought, she continued quietly toward her room until two words stopped her in her tracks: "Oh, Jase!"
Brenda's eye widened as she stood frozen in place. Then, as if in fear of moving too quickly, she turned back towards his door. "Harder! Oh, Jase! Yes! More! Please fuck me harder, Jase! More!"
She couldn't believe her ears. She might not know Sam's voice very well, but she was certain that wasn't it. Because the voice she heard was one as familiar to her as Jason's, Sonny's, Robin's, Jax's, or her own. It belonged to the only person she could ever consider her nemesis.
"Oh, God! Carly! Fuck!"
His growls of need joining her screams of desperation only proved her ears weren't failing her. Brenda felt her stomach turn as tears filled her eyes. She stood there frozen shaking her head again and again, desperately trying to shake loose the sounds and the images they inspired. This had to be a nightmare because there was no way Jason Morgan would be with that girl! No way! She had no clue how long she stood there with tears silently falling before the sounds of the next round filtered into her dazed mind.
Suddenly reaching to rub her eyes, she noticed the tears for the first time with confusion. Why she felt like crying she had no idea.
"Jax," she whispered desperate to get out of there. She was off like a shot down the hall and then the stairs. She reached the door in record time, but what she found when she whisked open the door nearly stopped her heart. This was the last person she could possibly deal with at the moment.
The woman's eyes turned to the trench on Jason's desk and threw Brenda a wry look. "Let me guess. Carly's monopolizing Jason with her latest 'crisis'. Oh, great! Just what we need! Carly going into another of her personal tragedies!"
Brenda stood staring at her in shock, her lips moved but nothing came out. Before Brenda could manage a word, they were interrupted. "Fuck!"
Sam frowned turning pale as she looked toward the staircase. "Was that Jason?" she asked numbly, recognizing the tone of his voice from their more intimate moments.
"God, Carly! Only you! You know what I need! Fuck! Just like that!"
Brenda continued standing their trying to get her voice to work as her mouth continued trying to form words. She finally managed a weak 'I'm sorry' and was gone.
Sam made it halfway to the landing before her legs gave out and she plopped down to listen to her own personal nightmare. She'd feared this day since she began falling for Jason, but had finally swallowed all of her fears believing that Jason would never let go enough to let Carly become a real problem. She'd known she never had all of him. Carly would always be the ultimate threat.
It had been driven home the night she told him they had something more special together than with anyone else. He'd simply smiled and kissed her, but then he'd had a dream. That night was the first time she'd ever experienced him dreaming. He was so hard for her and kept whispering words of love. Her heart was so full at the idea that she could give him dreams, and when they made love, it was the most intensely passionate he'd ever been. Sam had felt so special and loved… until he whispered Carly's name. But when it began tapering off after her wedding to Jax, Sam began believing that he was ready to truly move on with her.
Now, she was listening to the man she loved make love to the woman he loved and it wasn't her. Sam had no clue how long she sat there listening to them go at it over and over. It was like she was completely detached from reality until Carly came rushing around the corner. She started bouncing down the stairs in only Jason's t-shirt when she saw Sam. It was as if reality slowly sank in for both of them as the stood staring at each other.
"Why do you always do this, Carly?" Jason's voice preceded him. "I think we need to talk about—"
Jason broke off at the sight of a half dressed Carly tugging at the hem of his t-shirt while staring at his girlfriend, who was sitting staring blankly back looking completely wrecked.
His mind tried to come up with words to explain, but all he managed was, "Sam, I don't know what to say."
His words were the final jolt of reality that freed her from her post. Her head came up to meet his eyes before she bolted from the penthouse.
"Oh, God," Carly moaned penitently putting her face in her hands as she sank to the stairs. "I'm so sorry, Jase. You know the last thing I'd ever want to do is mess up your life."
Her words jolted him from his sad stare at the door.
"Are you?" he asked his gaze boring into hers.
"To mess things up for you? Or cause you pain? Or mess things up between us?" she offered. "Always. But somehow I always manage to screw things up for you anyway."
"But are you sorry?" he asked again.
"Jason, I—" she answered hesitantly refusing to look at him. So kneeling, he grabbed her chin and forced her gaze to meet his.
"Are—you—sorry?" he demanded slowly.
"No!" she yelled breaking down. "I could never be sorry to make love to you. EVER! If it was up to me, I would spend everyday of the rest of my life in bed with you."
"Are you sure?" Jason asked nervously.
Carly's eyes widened and her mouth moved, but no sound came out. She swallowed and tried again, "Are you?"
Jason stared at her cataloging every beloved feature, before dragging her mouth to his. When he finally freed her, he looked deeply into her dazed face.
"Carly," he breathed against her kiss-ripened mouth. "I love you. Carly, I'm in love with you."
She had to fight a choked sob as his words registered in every part of her. She threw herself into his waiting arms. "That's all you ever had to say, Jase. I am all yours in every way… forever. I love you. So much."