Since FF wouldn't allow me to post anything today, here's an extra chapter. Warning for language and adult situations. Hope you enjoy and will let me know what you think. Thanks for the reviews/favorites and follows!

Chapter One

Two and a half years is a long time, but it took her longer than expected to finish her schooling and then it took her almost six months to convince herself that she needed to go home to Port Charles.

"You ready to see our new home?"

When nothing but silence greeted her, she spared a quick glance behind her. 'Asleep, must be nice, I haven't had a decent night's sleep in months.'

It was pushing ten o'clock at night when she finally pulled up to the little cottage type house she had purchased.

It wasn't until she came to a stop in her driveway that she noticed practically every light in the place was blazing.

"What is going on?"

Thankfully, she saw the reason why coming through the front door, before she could properly work herself up into a fright.

"What?" She said to herself, again wondering if she had missed something.

"Are you going to get out of the car? We've been waiting for you to arrive for hours, what took so long?" Sarah asked, only a slight hint of attitude in her voice.

"Yeah Sis, what could have possibly taken so long?" Steven asked but softened his question with a hug.

"Hello Elizabeth, it is quite late, don't you think you should have planned this a little better? You weren't out having another one night stand were you?" Caroline enquired.

'She's my mother, I love her…she's not being a bitch, she's just…' Elizabeth tried to tell herself, but sometimes, her mother could make her feel like a child and a complete disappointment with a simple look.

"How's my little girl?" Jeff asked, while engulfing her in his fatherly hug.

There wasn't any place on earth that made her feel quite so at home or so safe. 'Well, there was that one time…nope not going to think about it.' She told herself firmly.

"Move out of the way!" Sarah griped at everyone.

"Sarah, would you relax, I'll get him. Why don't you and mom go inside and dad and Steven can grab our bags. I'll bring my little snuggle-bug. He doesn't like strange people when he first wakes up."

"Whose fault is it anyway, that we are practically strangers?" Carolyn asked her tone now had a slight bite to it.

"Yes, yes, it is my fault. How dare I even think about finishing school? You could have come to us, but then that would have meant you'd have to use some vacation time and we both know, that would never happen. Your vacations are for you to do a little DWB time…" Now it was Elizabeth's turn to sound a little bitter.

"We can't stay, so hurry up and wake the baby; we have work in the morning." Sarah said, trying in her own way to defuse the situation.

"Sarah, you will have to wait to see him until tomorrow. If I am lucky, he'll sleep through the night. I need to set up the house and get to bed myself, I start work tomorrow. You can stop by and see Grayson at the hospital daycare."

"Sarah, why don't you take your mother home, I'll be home shortly. I'm just going to help with the heavy lifting." Jeff asked his oldest daughter.

"I'm right here Jeff, don't treat me like a child." Carolyn chided him.

"Yes dear. I'll see you at home?"

"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow Elizabeth. The Quartermaine's are looking forward to meeting you; your father has talked so much about you. They said they feel like they know you. Be on your best behavior, okay?"

"Yes mother. Thanks for coming, both of you. Sarah, I'll see you tomorrow."

Goodbyes and hugs were shared before just the three of them were left.

"I thought I was tired before I got here." Elizabeth said with a laugh, before bending down and scooping her almost two year old son out of the car.

Once Grayson was in his room and the night light turned on, she made her way back down the stairs.

"Dad, Steven, thank you for all your help. I would have fallen asleep half way through, if it wasn't for you."

"It was nothing. Leave organizing for another day; you look dead on your feet. Don't forget that you were invited to the Quartermaine's for dinner tomorrow night."

"I plan on it; my bed has been calling my name seductively for the last hour. I won't forget dad, I'll even make sure to wear something 'acceptable', wouldn't want to annoy mother so quickly."

"Cut her some slack, she's been working 36 hour shifts for the last month. What with the Sonny Corinthos running the mob, there are always injuries and deaths. I promise she'll be on her best behavior tomorrow."

"Now when you are talking best behavior, are you meaning regular people 'best behavior' or mom's a 'little less neurotic' behavior?"

With a laugh, Jeff replied, "Somewhere in between. Love you baby girl."

"Bye midge, maybe tomorrow you'll remember I exist."

"Steven, stop calling me midget!"

"I didn't, I called you midge as in…Mrs. Midge and her famous pie."

"You are quick on your feet Steven Lars, but I'm on to you."

"Love you, see you tomorrow." Steven said with a laugh, but cringed at being called Steven Lars.

After escorting them out, she made sure to lock her new house up tight and headed for bed. She had planned on showering first but the seductive, dulcet call coming from her bed, already had her eyelids fighting to stay open.

"After all, tomorrow is another day." Elizabeth quoted to the empty room.

Finished with her nighttime routine, Elizabeth crawled between the clean sheets. Burrowing deeply into the middle of the bed, a single thought following her down as she succumbed to exhaustion.

*Flashback*

She didn't give him the chance to get past the threshold, as soon as he set her on her feet; her fingers went to his pants and quickly divested him of the hindering cloth.

"My goodness, you are sculpted like a Greek God! When you aren't studying or working or whatever else you do, do you spend all your extra time in the gym?"

Unable to stop herself, she licked her lips as his cock grew, what looked like two sizes. "You know all the poets and writers of old, who try to capture what perfection looks like, they failed horribly. They should have just described you. You are perfectly proportionate." She bent at the waist to untie his boots and help ease his legs out of his pants and boxers.

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him to the couch before gently pushing him to sit. "Your calves are so shapely; your thighs are like strong oaks, betchya these babies don't bend in a strong wind." Wanting to see more, she helped him remove his shirt, before tossing it somewhere behind her.

Taking his left foot in hand, she caressed the arch of his foot before following his long, lean leg to his groin.

She'd taken a couple art appreciation courses, trying to give herself a little more worldly knowledge.

She was flabbergasted, that sitting before her was a man more beautiful than all the paintings and sculptures of past and present.

Unable to deny herself the pleasure any longer, she slowly let her hands trail the hard length of his manhood. When unconsciously licking her lips pulled a breathy moan from him, she gave in to her desires.

She didn't have a clue as to what she was doing, but she was going to do her best and pray it was enough to please the man before her.

Her hands and fingers caressed his long length, while her mouth became intimately acquainted with the head, all while maintaining eye contact.

She watched his eyes roll back when she hit that sweet spot, she had heard and read about, but never seen or touched in person. His accelerated breathing convinced her, she was doing something right. Flicking her tongue over the little bundle of nerves caused his hips to thrust forward and push more of him down her throat. When she couldn't take any more, she slowly moved back to the head and then with a pop, let him out of her mouth.

Her tongue bathed every inch of his shaft, finding every spot that excited him, while her right hand stroked and caressed whatever she wasn't kissing and licking. Going back to his sweet spot, Elizabeth slowly let her tongue and lips worship the area. Her left hand slipped lower, massaging and caressing his balls.

She was about to exert a little more sucking power when Jason's hands came down her arms and pulled her body to his.

His lips plundered hers. Once granted access, his tongue dueled with hers, waging an erotic war of give and take.

Before she even realized it, her shirt was cast to the floor, quickly followed by her bra. When she felt his lips on her neck, she realized he found a sweet spot on her. Every time he licked, nibbled or sucked the soft skin right below her ear, she felt a zing of pleasure shoot to her center.

In her alcohol uninhibited mind, she couldn't wait any longer. For this one night, she was going to be wild and free.

"Please, I need you…"

"I need to be…"

They spoke at the same time; obviously they were both on the same page.

The rest of the night was a blur of highs and extreme highs. It was pleasure and ecstasy blurring the lines of coherent thought.

Every touch, every stuttered breath and clenching and flexing of hands and bodies, was another level of pleasure.

Elizabeth was exhausted bodily but mentally, she was alert and didn't think she'd be able to sleep for a month.

When he finally drifted to sleep, she knew there was only one thing she could do.

Quickly dressing, she cast a longing look back at the man, who had utterly and completely, rocked her world. She may forever be ruined for other men. How do you top the perfection of a single night, when there was no one like the one she had met this evening?

As she walked out of his penthouse, she pulled the wig from her head, tossing the pins that had held it securely, into her purse.

In her opinion, she had to agree, blondes really did have more fun. This was the best night of her life.

*End Flashback*

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Elizabeth woke slightly in the early hours of the morning. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat; her covers were twisted tightly around her body. Her skin felt overly sensitive and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.

Her whole body thrummed with an exquisite sense of pleasure.

Not wanting to ruin the almost perfect moment, she struggled to cast herself back to sleep and back into the dream, that had obviously been fueled with great passion.

Sadly, she floated on the cusp of sleep, that moment where you were neither awake nor asleep, you just…were. At 5:30, she gave up trying to capture her now elusive dream and dragged her still overly aroused body to the shower. If she was fortunate enough, she'd be in and out before Grayson awoke.

'Hello Port Charles thanks for the welcome.' Elizabeth thought with a laugh. She could handle having those kinds of dreams every night.

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