A/N – Thanks for the comments! I really appreciate it and glad you are enjoying the fic. * Guest - I wish I could take it even slower, but it's a ficlet so has to move along. Love your insert evil grin lol.

For those in the US, Happy Memorial day as we give thanks to those who sacrificed so much for this country.

NC-17

Chapter 4

Jason decided to be completely honest with her. "It's everything else. I'm a trained killer, Elizabeth. I know how to move around undetected, to block off all emotion and focus on the task at hand. I'll torture and maim—do whatever I need to take down an enemy. I can be a person's worst nightmare and I don't even blink before I end a life. They can't tell what I'm thinking if my face is blank and my heart is cold."

There was a long moment of silence as their gaze locked, Jason waiting to see disappointment and maybe even fear in her eyes and her waiting for him to drop the wall he had thrown up and let her see that he isn't the monster he made himself out to be, but neither flinched.

"Your job doesn't have to define you, Jason."

"Doesn't yours?"

"Maybe, but that's a choice I made to protect myself. I do it so that it's my only focus and I don't have to think about what I'm missing out on by making it my life." She knew he did the same when his eyes dropped, breaking their contact.

"I'm a bad person."

"No, you're not."

"People see what they want to see." He had long ago given up caring what most people thought about his lifestyle.

"Well, I choose to see the Jason that has been nice to me and whose eyes light up when he smiles. As far the enforcer Jason, he serves a purpose and he doesn't kill for fun. He does so out of necessity. It's survival."

He suddenly felt like the walls were closing in. This conversation had gotten too deep and Elizabeth realized it too. She didn't know Jason enough to make judgments about his character, but she felt like she knew enough to deduce that he has a heart. Jesus, she was going all PH again. She is tempted to call Patty when she gets out and ask her for the name of a good support group. Women who lust after their kidnappers. Maybe she can get a spot on Dr. Phil.

"So, are you into fashion?"

The bewildered and almost panicked look he gave her as his head snapped up is priceless.

"Don't talk about colors and stuff, I might start to sweat."

She laughed. "So, that's how I bring you down? I talk about how great you would look in a blue shirt because it would bring out your eyes and you fall to your knees and beg me to stop?"

He pretended to shudder as Elizabeth cracked up. She could light up the sky with her smile. The sound of a broken record filtered into his head. What the hell is wrong with him? Max—big old hairy Max.

Her smile quickly faded. "Are you alright?" she asked as she put her hand on his forehead. "You look like you're going to be sick. Seriously, if you don't want to wear blue, don't. I would never tell you how to dress."

He waited until her hand dropped and slightly smiled for her benefit, a little disturbed that he hadn't masked what he was thinking. "I'm fine."

"Good, because the only sick person I've ever taken care of is Felix and I'm still convinced he was faking to get out of a deadline."

"Who is Felix?"

"He's only the best assistant ever. I would be a big pile of pooh without him."

"You could never be—pooh." His face contorted, not even liking how the word flowed off his tongue and she is laughing again and all he can do is watch and wonder how a woman could be so devastatingly beautiful without trying.

"Is that the first time you've ever said that word?"

"Probably the last too."

Suddenly, she is on her feet with her arms going every which way as she jumped and tried to wipe at her back. "Help me. I'm under attack."

He grinned.

"Drop and roll," she said landing on the ground and then stopped rolling when she realized the sound she's hearing is Jason laughing so hard he is bent over at the waist. "This isn't funny. I think it was a giant grasshopper or something. Didn't you see it? Christ, I even heard the thud." She shuddered as she attempted to wipe the grass off her pants.

Jason tried to get himself under control. It was the funniest thing he had seen since Max bent over and his pants ripped, revealing boxers with hearts on them. Johnny never let the man forget it. That incident served as another reason he always wore black. If something happened, at least he wouldn't be the butt of jokes for years on end.

Finally, he wiped his eyes and knelt next to her. "Keep still."

She pouted as she patiently let him pick some grass out of her hair. "I can't believe you didn't see it. Maybe it was a ninja grasshopper."

He almost snorted and started to laugh again and she pushed him, making him fall backwards onto his butt. "Here." Grabbing her hands, he pulled her in between his legs so her back was against his chest. "There, he can't attack you from the back anymore."

She rolled her eyes as her hands settled onto his legs. "Very funny. You're a regular comedian. Pick on the insect challenged girl, why don't you?"

"I did already."

"I know."

"I take things very literally."

"Yeah, I sensed that."

They quietly watched some ducks land in the lake. "I can't remember the last time I took a couple of days off."

"You even work weekends?"

"Sort of. Usually, I'm painting. Sometimes artists come into town and I take them to dinner, but Felix usually takes them out afterwards. It's really not my scene."

"Me either. So, did you and Felix ever date?"

Liz laughed. "Felix is gay."

Jason didn't blink.

"That doesn't bother you?"

"No."

"Are any of your guards gay?"

"Um, I think one."

"Is it something he said?"

Jason shook his head. "I observe people all the time and I have an eidetic memory. Most of the guys are pretty open about checking out the opposite sex. He never does and I notice what gets his attention."

"Does it bother you?"

"No. People get to love who they want."

"Did it ever occur to you to talk to him?"

"No. I don't have personal relationships with most of the guards."

She shifted and her head fell to the side. "Is he cute?"

Jason sputtered for a moment, making her laugh.

"It's not that serious of a question. Is he good looking or not?"

"I don't know. I don't think about those sorts of things."

"Does he have blonde hair or brown?"

"Blonde."

"Eye color."

"Gray. Where are you going with this?"

"Felix is single right now and I want to play matchmaker."

"Oh. Maxie Jones said he is cute to her sister the other day while we were at Kelly's."

She rubbed her hands together. "What's his name?"

"James."

"Are you willing to help me?"

"Huh?"

She laughed. "I want to set them up. Are you willing to help me?"

"I don't think I should get involved and—are you going to let this go if I don't?"

"Jeez. I'm not going to force you."

He sighed. "Fine. I'll get him to Kelly's one day next week and that's all I'm willing to commit to."

She smiled. "Thank you, Jason."

He muttered something and she chuckled.

They stayed by the lake for another hour before heading back to the house.

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Michael's eyes darted between his mother and Lorenzo. They were making googly eyes—disgusting! Sighing, he looked down at his game. Hopefully, they'd make a decision on what they were going to do and dad would stop throwing tantrums. Lorenzo is alright and paid a lot of attention to him, but Michael is convinced that it will change once they got back. He has a darker side just like his dad. The boy knew it was there and figured it comes with the territory. The thought fixed in his mind, he decided that he needed to get everything he could out of Lorenzo before mom and dad did something stupid and the other man bolted. Except for Uncle Jason, love sucked. He never wanted to be all mushy and gross. His mom giggled and he almost barfed. His mom didn't giggle, she only excelled at yelling and stomping her foot as she waved her hands around. He snickers as figures that Lorenzo will probably wus out and give her whatever she wants. When they get back, he is going to talk to this Elizabeth person and get some perspective. Maybe she will agree that this relationship is just a train wreck waiting to happen and help him end it. For now, he'd collect as many gifts as he could and plaster a smile on his face, even if it killed him.

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Elizabeth snorted right before her head fell back and laughed. Jason is even more hilarious under the influence of alcohol. Who knew an enforcer could be so funny? His impersonation of Johnny O'Brien whining was dead on from what she knew of the other man.

Jason did another shot and not to be out done, Elizabeth threw one back as well, both having lost count of how much they had consumed and feeling tipsy as a result. He couldn't believe that she thinks he is funny. No one thinks he's funny, not even when they were trying to kiss his ass. There is one thing he is certain of, that he is the least funny person in Port Charles. Clearly, it is the alcohol talking. In fact, Johnny O'Brien is probably laughing his ass off right now and doesn't know why.

"Dance with me, Jason."

His mouth fell open and moved like a guppy out of water as he blinked and her laughter rang out again.

"Come on. I don't bite."

His raised brows indicated that he wasn't so sure about that right as she pulls him to his feet. They both stumbled, really feeling the alcohol as their bodies collided and he gripped her to him so she wouldn't fall.

Slowly her hands slipped up his arms and moved behind his neck as they swayed and their gaze locked. Looking inside Jason Morgan's eyes was like falling into an abyss of blue. She wanted to know if they were his super power, because she is quite sure he's undressing her with them and can see right through to her soul. The thought made her nether regions tingle and God knows it had been way too long since they did. There were probably cobwebs at her opening. Did she shave yesterday? Damn. Hopefully, he wouldn't care about her hairy situation. Hmmm. Does he prefer shaved or a landing strip? There are so many things she wants to know, but her eyes kept focusing in and out as the alcohol courses through her veins and she realizes she's hungry, but not for food. She wants a Jason sandwich with everything on it—including special sauce.

When she licks her lips, looking like she wants to eat him, Jason loses all perspective. Gone were the warning signals that had been blaring in his head and hairy Max. In their place is a bullseye right on her plump, sexy lips and he plans on hitting that mark dead on. He wants her under him, on top of him, and in front of him, perhaps even against the wall. And if she chose to wrap her succulent lips around his cock, he'd die a happy man.

His gaze turned almost sinister as he contemplated all the ways he wants to fuck her. Elizabeth shivered and grabbed his face right before his lips crashed against hers and they both went into a frenzy as he backed her towards the couch. She pushed up his shirt, wanting to touch perfection as Jason moaned against her lips as she sucked on his tongue like sexy nymph. Taking control, he grabbed her head and fucked her mouth with it as Elizabeth mewled and raked her nails down his torso. Clothes started to fly and then they were falling onto the couch, a tangled mess as they feverishly kissed. Elizabeth broke free and left a burning trail down his body as she swirled her tongue and her mouth provided just enough suction to drive him wild. She grinned against his skin, the Jason Morgan had just whimpered—priceless. In a few short minutes, she had brought him to his knees and she patted herself on the back. You've still got it girl. As she continued, a mantra repeated in her head, "He wants me, he really wants me."

Jason watched her with hooded eyes, fascinated by every flick of her tongue and noises coming out of her fuckable mouth. The woman is clearly trying to torture him. When she reached his belly bottom, he felt his cock jerk as he wondered if she'd go lower. Please go lower. Just the thought of those plump lips wrapped around him made him painfully hard. Her finger gripped the band of his boxers and as she pulled down, her eyes grew bigger and bigger.

Not only does Jason have a big gun, his dick isn't far behind and she decides that she is hopelessly in lust and shamelessly wants to sit on it and spin. She chuckles at vision, making Jason wonder what the hell is so funny. You never look at a man's assets and laugh. Before he could question her actions any further, her tongue swipes up his length as she licks him like a lollipop.

He hissed at the sensation and then gripped the edge of the couch when she suddenly took him into her hot, wet mouth.

It is beautiful, standing tall in all its majesty and she had no problem worshiping it, especially knowing that soon it will be surging inside of her. Usually, going down on someone was her least favorite sexual act, but right now, she is all in, liking that she is driving him crazy. When her lips repeatedly rubbed against his ridge and her tongued flicked against it, his fingers gripped her hair and his hips surged several times as he hit the back of her throat. "Enough!" he demanded.

Her movements slowed and with one long, sexy moan as her lips retreated, she released him from her heavenly mouth and then smiled.

"Why did you stop me?"

The sight of her, slightly flushed and half naked made his cock twitch.

"Get up here."

Jason Morgan has to be the sexiest man she had ever seen or heard and she couldn't have disobeyed him if she tried. Suddenly, his hands yank her forward and their lips melded together as his tongue relentlessly caressed hers and then he abruptly pushes her back. "Straddle my chest."

She positioned herself and then yelped when he gripped her hips and lifted her higher, making her fall forward to grip the arm of the couch. "Jason!" she yelled as his tongue found her center. A man had never tasted her in this position and it felt incredibly erotic. He massaged her ass as his tongue invade her, leaving her breathless. And then it was flicking against her clit and her hips started to move on their own accord, needing more. She squealed when he smacked her rear and then his calloused hands wickedly separated her cheeks. After he had wet his finger with her essence, she yelped when he circled her puckered hole and then pushed inside as she chanted his name. Slowly, he fucked her with his tongue and pinky and Elizabeth practically sobbed from the sweet friction. Feeling her legs shake, he knew that she was close, so his movements sped up and his thumb started to stroke her clit. "Uh! Oh God—Jason!" Her cries and whimpers filled the air as her body jerks and trembles, the orgasm hitting her so hard that she couldn't hold herself up any more, so Jason did it for her letting her settle against him for a long moment and then moving her to her back. He hovered over her, his body wedged between her creamy thighs. "I'm going to fuck you now."

Her eyes snapped open as her body began to vibrate again. Her tongue swipes across her lips as she felt his engorged head against her opening. "Please…"

He snapped his hips, burying his cock deep inside her as they both moaned. She is so tight and velvety, like she is perfectly made for him and he couldn't wait for her to adjust. When he started to thrust, long and deep, Elizabeth's legs tightened around him and she pulled his head down and then sucked on his tongue as he swiveled his hips. It was equal parts pleasure and pain for her when he took her roughly. He couldn't get deep enough and started to move faster as she eagerly encouraged him. "Fuck," he hissed as he rutted inside of her as her breasts bounced and body shook each time he slammed against her.

She was lost in a haze of blissful sensations as she begged him to fuck her harder—and he did, hammering into her deeper than she had ever taken a man. Her cries filled the air and then her body stilled for a moment before she shattered beneath him, her mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as a spasm shook her and her walls clamped down on his dick. Jason let out what sounded like three pants and moans simultaneously as his thrusts punctuated his release and when she felt him erupt deep inside, a mini-orgasm hit her as he crashed against her one last time.

Stroking his hair and feeling him twitching, still encased inside her, she slowly opened her eyes to take in his beautiful form. His eyes are closed as he breathed heavily and she already felt like an addict needing another fix. Making love to him—there are no words to describe how incredible it felt and she decides that for now, she is going to let him take her all night long, damn the consequences. They can deal with that later.

On and off, the made love several times, against the wall, on her knees. Jason took her any way he pleased and she let him; in fact, she encouraged it, wanting to experience everything she could because once they got back to the real world, she'd never get to have him again.