Episode 9: Consummation

Act One

It was the end of the night, Jason was driving Liz back to her place. She mentally fidgeted. She wanted to say something sexy and ask him to come up to her room with her. But everything in her brain sounded cheesy and wrong.

She actually just wanted to have him pull the car over to the side of the road and have him there. At least, that was the latest fantasy running through her sex starved little head.

He opened her car door, walked her to the door, placed a sweet kiss on her lips and walked back to his car. Liz opened the door, disheartened, to be confronted by an outraged Maxi.

"What are you doing here?"

Liz paused.

"I live here."

Maxi harrumphed.

"I meant, 'why are you not at Jason's, climbing him like a redwood?'"

Liz walked through the foyer with Maxi into the living room.

"I chickened out."

"Well, un-chicken, girl! I'm tired of hearing the lament of the unsatisfied Webber. 'Oh, poor me, the hottest guy on the team respects my morals.'" She took a deep breath and looked her best friend square in the eyes. "What do you really want?"

Liz stood, thinking, face reddening.

"I want the silk trench coat."

"Finally," Maxi breathed, running upstairs to help her friend.

The doorbell stirred Jason from his half doze. He'd been on the couch, staring into space, he hadn't even realized his eyes were closed until he opened them.

Opening the door was a revelation.

Elizabeth's hair was tousled and she was wearing a thin, short trench coat.

"Can I come in?"

He moved out of the way and she walked in, sauntering. She trailed through the house, Jason silently following her. Up the stairs, into his bedroom, door closed, she turned to him, still standing by the door.

He took in her outfit, or lack thereof. He watched her pull the tie from her waist and finger the buttons until it spread open, revealing a long white button down shirt. She slid the trench down her shoulders to the floor, never taking her eyes off him.

His eyes followed her movements, hands at her waist, fingers on the buttons, he watched her roll her shoulders to urge the coat off. When her hands went to the buttons of the blouse, he finally spoke.

"What did I do to deserve the strip tease?"

Elizabeth's finger's continued to work the buttons of the blouse as she replied.

"It's time."

He walked over to her, gently kissing her on the forehead, then taking over the removal of the shirt. He paused to kiss her, claiming her lips with tenderness and passion. When the shirt was finally removed, revealing all of Liz, he lifted her in his arms and put her on the bed.

She moved to the center and he followed her, kissing her again. Liz pressed herself against him, needing to feel his hard body and the strength of his arms around her. She locked her arms around his neck and returned his kiss, wanting his taste to fill her mouth.

The heat between them intensified, the feelings overflowed, time stopped.

When Jason broke the kiss, Liz almost cried. The fact that he kept her in his arms, assuaged her fears.

"Are you sure?"

She ran her hands up and down his chest, feeling every ripple of muscle, the heat of his skin. Her hand paused just a moment and she could feel his heart thudding in his chest.

"I'm so sure, I'm practically deodorant," she whispered, giggling.

He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. He felt her respond beneath him and deepened the kiss, curving his arms around her, pulling her even closer. He heard himself moan as she moved beneath him, felt her nipples harden under his hand.

Their eyes met. The passion in Jason's eyes glittered back at him from hers. She couldn't speak, she was so lost in him. Though rarely at a loss for words, usually she had too many, she couldn't summon one to express what was going on inside her. It was as if her logical mind was torn away by his kisses, his touch.

His tongue traced the outline of her lips and then moved down her neck, laying kisses from her collar bone to just above her breasts.

He fought an inner battle, sat up and pulled at his clothes. Soon he was as nude as she. He took the time to protect her, sliding the prophylactic on quickly and joining her back on the bed.

He began bestowing feathery kisses to her ear, temple, the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth. His ardor grew as his lips moved down her neck to her shoulder.

"I love the way you taste," he whispered.

Liz just held fast to him, the intensity of the passion she felt overwhelming her, nearly stealing her breath. Her lips parted under his again and she gasped as she felt his fingers, trailing between her thighs, opening her, entering. She was all sensation after that, his touch making her gasp and moan. She felt the wetness on her thighs as he eased them further apart and moved between them, fusing them together as one.

Their bodies found a rhythm, as old as time and as new as morning dew. With an infinite tenderness and passion, he loved her.

Liz couldn't stop the groans of pleasure, Jason pulled them from her lips with every movement, touch and kiss. She arched herself, bringing him deeper inside her.

What she felt, what they were doing, was so right, she felt she would shatter with the force of it. And a moment later, with the movement of his body and the touch of his fingers on the sensitive flesh at her center, she did shatter.

They built off each other, her orgasm pulling him deeper, creating further sensation, until they soared higher and higher. She reached the peak of ultimate fulfillment and felt Jason's body trembling over hers with his release.

"Stay with me," he whispered in her ear.

"I'm not going anywhere," she replied .

Act Two

Morning came and eventually one has to resume one's life.

Jason had a abruptly scheduled team meeting, which he hoped was Sonny announcing his retirement. He dropped Liz off at home, pausing for a kiss that fogged the windows. But before they over heated, Liz disengaged and promised she would see him that night.

Liz laid in bed, just about to drift off when Maxi came in and bounced on the bed.

"You did it!! You did it!! You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you did it," Maxi stood on the bed, sang, and did a little cabbage patch dance with the lyrics, "You got some booty, you let him hit it." She stopped and flopped on the bed. "So?"

Liz pulled the pillow over her head.

"What?" she said, muffled by the pillow.

Maxi yanked it away and demanded, "Details, woman. I mean, I don't need a blow by thrust, but the highlight reel would be acceptable. Did your toes curl? Did you orgasm so hard you passed out?"

"I am not talking-"

Maxi looked and sounded affronted.

"After all the work, time, effort and consideration I have put into getting you laid…" Maxi said, "The least you could do is tell if it was good and if it was bigger than a baby's arm."

Liz looked at her friend, smiling.

"Newborn, 3 months, 6 months? There's a big difference in-"

"Just answer the question, Webber."

"Jason is… I had a really good time and… It was… exceptional. He was exceptional, his body… That's all you're getting, Maxi."

"Wuv, twoo wuv," Maxi sighed as she hopped off Liz's bed and headed to the door. "You will also want to soak in a long hot bath as soon as you get up. You know, with you not having done it recently and Jason being all 'exceptional'."

"Bye, Maxi," Liz said, and added, sitting up, "One more thing… We did it on the bed, the stairs, the couch and the tub, so I'm set."

"Naughty tart," Maxi sighed as she left the room.

Jason took a seat at the meeting and waited for the coach to enter.

And he did, followed immediately by Sonny.

James Craig called everyone to attention and began.

"First of all, Max, I know we'll be saying good bye to you at Edward's party tomorrow, but I just want to say, gonna miss you and the board members are complete fools to let you get away. Second, we'll be adding a couple of new faces to the Spark's line-up. You'll meet them tomorrow, as well."

"There is big news in the offing," he gestured to Sonny, "Mister Corinthos is stepping down as captain of the team."

Jason smiled.

"And I am now stuck with his low brow, Neanderthal, knuckle dragging ass as my assistant coach."

Sonny didn't even bother to look upset. Craig had said all this in the meeting with Quartermaine and the board. It just rankled that he had to take it.

Jason's smile disappeared.

"I'm having him stay with his specialties; so, if you have problems with crabs, jock itch, athlete's foot and clingy gold diggers with oral gonorrhea, see him."

Sonny stood up and left. Jason didn't know whether to laugh or chase him down.

"Also, Mister Morgan, come to the head of the class," James called. Jason stood next to the man in front of the team. "Meet your new captain. Applause, applause, everyone."

There were a couple of cheers and a groan or two, but Jason took it in stride. At least it wasn't Jax. He wasn't back from his 'sabbatical' yet.

"I don't know what to say," Jason stammered.

"How about, 'thanks and I'll lead this team to victory'?"

Jason looked out at his team.

"Thank you, and I intend to lead this team to a finals victory next season."

"Excellent, excellent. Moving on…"

Jason nodded to the team and to Craig and excused himself.

"You were supposed to quit!" Jason nearly shouted.

Sonny just looked amused.

"I was supposed to retire, and I did."

"You're still with the Sparks-"

"But not in any position to affect scores, and such. You see how Craig treats me, I might as well be the towel boy."

"It's better than you deserve."

"Deal with it, golden boy."

"You stay out of my way and we won't have problems, Corinthos."

"Like I'm dying to spend time with you."

Jason just sneered and stalked away.

Act Three

She entered the house. It was conspicuously silent. She didn't see anyone at all. She made her way up the stairs and towards the bedroom suite. Then she heard sounds. Wet, slapping sounds.

"Take that, bitch," he sighed pumping into the random groupie.

She stood on the other side of the door, contemplating.

She didn't wait long.

The door slammed open and she entered. He looked up in shock.

"First, stop fucking that tart and then burn those sheets. Second, you, tart, grab your shit and be gone. Third, fuck you, Sonny Corinthos," Carly said, tossing her bags on the floor. "This is my house and I'm home."