So, there isn't much dialog in this chapter but who needs dialog, lol!

I definitely think you all give Jason too much credit, lol... he is weak and can't hold out for too long with her as we all know from the studio scene and straddle scene last fall. So, on with the chapter!

Chapter 9

Jason felt the bed shift. He'd been sitting on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom since they came in his room. He didn't know what he was doing. He just kept hearing a voice in his head calling him a 'fucking weak asshole'.

Without turning to see, he knew that she had finally sat down on the bed as well. He'd given her a paid of sweatpants that were too small on him because they shrunk too much. Turning his head he saw that she'd taken off the green button up tank top and was wearing a plain, thin white tank top with his pants. Letting out a sigh, he quickly removed his plain black t-shirt and tossed it across the room on the chair. He pulled back the blanket and slid beneath it. Elizabeth had been laying on her side and she instantly rolled into him. Her hand slid across his abs and stopped on his chest, just over his heart. The path her hand had taken left his skin burning in it's wake. He wrapped his arm around her waist and her head came to rest on his shoulder.

She smelled like heaven, it was a subtle cross of vanilla and something else that was purely her. He was sure it was not something that could be bought in a bottle otherwise he'd buy it.

Against his better judgment, he slipped his hand under the bottom seam of her tank top so it could rest on the bare skin at the small of her back. Her skin was softer then the finest silk. It killed him that he hadn't spent more time with her when he could. Last year when they were meeting at the safe house there were so many times that he had to cancel on her because of work and Sonny. All those months they could have spent more time together and he took it for granted. Not to take away from the time that they did spend together but he just wished there was more back then and now.

After a short time he heard her breathing grow deeper and he knew she was asleep. Knowing that sleep was improbable, he sighed and concentrated on how she felt and how it felt to hold her. Tomorrow everything would go back to how it had been so he needed to imprint everything about her into his memory. When he ended everything with her all those many months ago, he did not have the chance to touch and hold her one final time. This time he was not going to miss his chance. Elizabeth shifted, rolling in his arms. He followed her sleeping lead and ended up with his chest against her back, spooning her.

As seconds turned to minutes, then minutes to hours, he knew his time with her was growing short. She moved again, rolling onto her other side so that she was now facing him, her nose within a mere inches from his. His hand smoothed over her hips and around her back as he moved his body closer to hers. He felt like he was playing with matches next to an open gas tank but he could not help it. Closing his eyes for a few moments he took a few deep breaths to relax. He repeatedly reminded himself why he was pushing her away for the final time.

Before his eyes could open, he felt her warm hand on his side. It was not a sleeping hand but a hand seeking a touch. His eyes opened to find her head tilted toward her exploring hand as it slid along his side and around to his chest.

Jason swallowed to rid his throat of the lump that was forming there. It returned when her eyes lifted to meet his. After gazing into each others eyes, she slid her arm around his chest and rested her palm against his spine. Her body molded itself to him and she buried her face into his neck. "I don't want this night to end." Elizabeth mumbled into his neck, her warm breath sending a chill down his spine only to be warmed by her hand resting there. Instead of voicing his agreement, he held her tighter to him. "Have you slept at all?" she asked as her leg slid over his, hooking behind his knee.

He struggled but their bodies were so close, it was making it difficult to keep his body from responding. "No." he managed to whisper.

She tipped her head back and looked into his eyes. "I'm scared Jason." She whispered as tears formed in her eyes. "But I'm not scared of the danger… I-I'm scare of losing you."

Jason could feel his heartbeat increase. With their chests pressed firmly together he could feel hers racing as well. Showing emotion was not something he ever did, except for rare occasions and as much as he fought it, his eyes filled with tears as well. All of the emotion and sadness from the past months pooled in his eyes at that moment. His eyes closed, willing the moisture to leave but it did not stop a few tears from escaping. Elizabeth brought her hand to his face and wiped his cheeks and he did the same for her wet cheeks. His hand returned to her back but her hand stayed on his cheek then traced his jaw line before threading her fingers through is hair.

Keeping his eyes closed, he was torn by the feeling of her touch and willing his muscles to work so he could move away from her. In the end he gave into feeling when he felt her lips touch his. She did not move to deepen the kiss or move her lips over his. It was as if she was waiting for him to respond. "Just let it go Jason." She whispered against his lips. Her fingernails raked across his scalp, her other arm found his over the pillows and she laced her fingers through his. "J-a-s-o-n" she whimpered against his lips again and the sound of her voice saying his name with so much need was all he could take.

His lips slowly moved with hers, bringing her plump lower lip between his. She let out a soft sigh when he finally responded to her advance. It was Jason that moved to deepen the kiss when he coaxed her lips open with his own. His tongue slid past her lips to mate with hers and he could feel a flutter in his stomach at the sensation. Kisses with Elizabeth were perfection… they were drugging. He could not maintain a coherent thought as her hand slid from his hair, down his neck and her palm came to rest on his chest over his racing heart. She gently pushed on his chest, urging him on his back. At first he resisted but she managed to distract him with their kiss and without even knowing it realized he was on his back and she was spread over him.

He slid his hands behind her head, grabbing fistfuls of her hair to separate them. Their eyes met and she must have sensed his hesitation because she whispered, "Just give in Jason… this one time." She leaned forward and kissed his chin, "I need you." She said in a throaty tone. He was done… the same hands that he'd used to pull her away from his lips were now urging her mouth back to meet his. Jason released her hair and placed his hands on her lower back, gently sliding her shirt up to expose the silky skin of her stomach. Her hips shifted and brushed against his growing hard on, causing him to moan.

She pressed her hips firmly against his and lifted her upper body up just long enough for him to pull her tank top over her head. He moaned when she fell back onto his chest and he felt her bare breasts press against his own bare chest. Her lips found his again and she nibbled his bottom lip before pressing a trail of kisses along his jaw line. He was distracted by the feel of her back under his rough hands as she shimmied out of her very oversized sweatpants.

There was no turning back and he knew it. As soon as her lips met his he was done. He knew the first time would be quick but he would make it up the second and hopefully third time. They had only a few hours to spend together before they parted again, probably and most likely forever. If she was willing to give herself to him, he was too weak and too willing to pass it up.

Sliding his hands down her back to cup her round bottom, he groaned when he found her without panties. Had she removed them with the sweatpants or omitted them before bed altogether. Her hips ground against his erection and she pecked him one last time on his mouth before lifting her upper body so she was straddling him. He wanted nothing more then to spend all night exploring her body and memorizing every inch but they both knew that they could not wait for that this time. With her knees resting on either side of his thighs, she grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down just far enough to release him from the heavy material.

He watched her beauty as she rose on her knees and positioned herself over him. His hands found her knees, slid up and over her thighs, over her hips, around to her stomach and stopped when they came to rest over her breasts. She closed her eyes, momentarily stopping her movement to enjoy the sensation of his hands on her body after so much time. She whispered his name and arched her back as his thumbs brushed over the tight peaks. Her eyes opened and locked with his as she positioned him at her center. Something caused her hesitation, "You didn't… with anyone… maybe some bar girl or…"

He brought a hand to cup her cheek and whispered in a husky voice, "I could never be with anyone else… ever."

He could see the relief in her eyes as she dropped her knees from her side and took all of him in with one swift movement. They both swore at the familiar sensation of their bodies joined together. He could already feel that he was losing control and would not last very long. Gripping her hips, he waited till she was ready and started moving. Her palms rested on his chest but he needed more. He lifted his upper body off the bed so he could feel her breasts rub against his chest as her body moved over his. His lips searched out hers and he kissed her fiercely as she found a rhythm. The whispered their love as they both quickly approached the precipice. Elizabeth's hands held onto his shoulders as she arched her body back and increased her force and speed. Her nails dug into his skin when the coil burst and her orgasm flowed through her body. Jason held his hands in her hairs and they watched each other, first as the tremors shook her body and then when he quickly followed, releasing deep inside her.

Elizabeth fell forward and he pulled her back with him. He was on his back again and they were still joined as she rested her head on his chest, her breathing heavy like his.

They didn't speak, neither needed words because they each knew how the other was feeling without them saying it. Jason pulled the blanket up to cover her bare back while they recovered, knowing full well that they were just getting started for the night… their last night.


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