I know, it has been a few days, but weekends are always hard, I rarely find time to sleep, never mind write. I hope you enjoy this latest chapter. And thank you again for the great feedback!

Chapter Ten

Elizabeth did everything she could do to stay awake, but the overwhelming sense of peace, a sense that nothing was wrong with the world or ever could be, stole over her conscious, gently escorting her down into pleasant dreams.

She cursed the bodies need for sleep, even as she slipped deeper and deeper, but took a special amount of comfort, knowing that even in dreams, she was blessed with the handsome visage of Jason.

Jason was also pleasantly exhausted, but even the absolute need for sleep, couldn't force him, to close his eyes.

In the silence of the room, the last embers of the fire growing dimmer, Jason took the few moments granted to him, to look upon her, to really see the woman before him.

While he may be a man of few words, his mind had never been so active, as it was with her. Thoughts, memories and future plans all fought for dominance within his mind, but for Jason Morgan, the exquisite beauty of his love, was truly the only thing that could settle the thoughts, casting him into tranquil waters that he had never known before her presence had so fully overtaken his life, his heart, his soul!

Always a ravishing beauty, sleep lent a countenance of perpetual innocence, delicate untainted magnificence. But beauty wasn't the only thing Elizabeth had to offer, her amazing heart, her kindness, gentleness. Elizabeth Webber was, is, a woman of unequivocal strength, she gave when she had nothing left to give, she loved with every fiber of her being, she took frivolous chances, when they were unneeded, but she also managed to wrap you so snuggly around her finger, offering you a glimpse of heaven in her eyes and an oasis nestled within her embrace.

For Jason, those thoughts, had he the words to describe her in such a way, would always be the way he saw her, but since he lacked the ability to say something so eloquent, he had to settle for fighting his inability, he had to settle for showing her just what she meant to him. If she still wanted to give him a chance when tomorrow came about…

Unable to fight the insistent call of sleep, Jason settled down, sling a casual arm over Elizabeth's growing waist. Sleep carried him deeper into the comforts of the resuscitated slumber.

Peace, an odd word for a man in his profession, stole over him, offering him a continuance of what had already transpired that evening. His mind or memories casting him into a beautiful dream.

Elizabeth was more than comfortable, the strong embrace securing her, guaranteeing that she would always find a safe haven. She only wished she could simply turn more fully into his embrace and go back to sleep, but the continuous movement of their child and the sharp kicks, threatened to ban all guises of sleep. Shifting slightly, Elizabeth took the few moments of calm to study Jason and his sleeping form.

No sooner though, had her gaze slipped from his face to his amazing chest, thinking she had all the time in the world to gaze upon his body, Elizabeth suddenly felt the weight of his gaze on her. That intense, liquid gaze, that seared her nerves and left a trail of liquid fire trailing over her skin, alighting her desire anew.

It felt like her body knew that gaze, knew it deep down in her soul, they way it slowly started to build, becoming a fanning of embers, then slowly building to a crescendo of full on flames, threatening to consume her, unless she did something to alleviate the heightened surreal passion that flowed wantonly through her system.

If he kept this up, she was likely to never to leave the house, never mind getting out of bed. He had so complete taken her over, filling her with an absolution that she couldn't deny, no longer wanted to deny. Past memories or not, she knew she loved him, completely, she didn't need time, she didn't need to think about it, love wasn't thoughts expressed by using words that could be hurtful or meaningless, it was expressed by your actions, by the time and effort one put into showing another person, just how completely they completed you!

Tearing her eyes away from his chiseled abdomen, Elizabeth slowly drug her eyes up to his face, settling it upon his lips. Lips that begged to be kissed, who was she to deny such a demand, with aggravating slowness, she lowered her mouth to his, tasting and teasing before fully capturing his, the animalistic moan pulled from deep within his chest, signaled that the night was not even close to being complete, and that was something she could most definitely live with.

Not wasting anytime, Elizabeth straddled his thighs, unwilling or incapable of breaking the kiss, Elizabeth maneuvered herself into position, not once even partially removing her lips. His kiss was better than anything she could ever remember, and while that probably didn't say much, considering… It was as earth-shattering and soul stealing as his ability to drag every ounce of pleasure from her. When he kissed her, she was sure she heard a choir of little birdies singing their praise… Yes, perhaps pathetic, but oh so true.

She would be lying if she didn't admit that she craved his kisses almost as much as his skills in making love. The man knew how to kiss, the old theory about curling toes and hair standing on end, was nothing compared to what he could accomplish with his mouth. It was as if she was a musical instrument, made only for him to play, knowing each chord and riff that made her thrum with unabashed pleasure.

The moment was stolen for an entirely different reason though, not pleasurable touches and mind melting release. A painful oomph, was expelled from Elizabeth lips, instantly had Jason jumping up, momentarily knocking her off balance, but with cat like quickness, he caught her and gently lowered her back to the cushioned floor.

"Are you alright, what's wrong?" Jason asked, fear tinting his words.

"I'm fine, but your child decided that us making love, wasn't very high on her priority list. You're daughter has a remarkable kick, my insides feel like they are in protest!" Elizabeth said with a small smile.

"Well, you are eight and a half months pregnant, I am sure she is just excited to meet you." Jason replied, hesitantly reaching towards her. Wanting nothing more than to feel her kick, but not wanting to cause Elizabeth any discomfort.

He needn't have worried, Elizabeth reached for his hand, placing it on the opposite side, where he quickly felt the pressure of the kick. "Was that a kick or was that something else, that felt awfully sharp?"

"That my dear, was a very strategically placed elbow, her foot, I'm sure is buried in my bladder. And fine, I don't know if that is possible or not, but excuse me, things to do…" Elizabeth said as she rushed into the master bathroom.

Jason wanted to be annoyed or angry that their love making had been delayed, but such a wondrous experience wasn't had on a daily basis, he would be grateful for it. Soon those amazing things would be gone, replaced with new wonders, the wonders of a child relying on him and his capabilities, or lack there of…

With her bladder empty, she found that she no longer had a insatiable desire for all things carnal, instead, she was starving. A craving, possibly her first one, as far as she was aware, hit her full force. She was powerless to the intensity of it. Wanting nothing but beef jerky, watermelon and Christmas oranges, Elizabeth slowly sauntered up to Jason, ready to beg if need be, but she really didn't believe she would have to, he was such a good man.

An absent thought occurred to her, she would have to talk to him about their earlier conversation, she had called him a hitman, what exactly she had meant by that, she wasn't sure, just some vague image popped up, every once in awhile.

"Jason--- How much do you love me?" Elizabeth asked, a seductive little smile playing over her lips.

Unsure exactly where she was going with this, Jason replied, "More than I could ever love anyone or anything. Why?"

"I'm a little hungry, all this activity has given me quite the appetite!"

"Not a problem, I am sure I can whip something up, having anything special in mind?"

"Well, you know the grocery store, they sell this amazing beef jerky, it's nice and salty and would hit the spot." Elizabeth said, almost offhandedly, hoping he was buying her nonchalance.

"Beef jerky, really, anything else?" Jason replied.

"Watermelon and Christmas oranges. Our baby needs the fruit to grow big and strong, and the mommy needs it for that same reason!" Elizabeth said, her voice dropping as she snuggled closer to him.

"Are Christmas oranges even out yet?" Jason asked, suddenly feeling perplexed.

"I dunno, how bout you check, I'll be waiting right here for when you get back."

Even nutty requests at this late hour, couldn't erase the smile on his lips. Love, what else could you say, it made you do the wacky, and threatened to erase any backbone any man over time had ever grown. But if love was capable of doing that, in his opinion, he was all for it, life wasn't worth much without the woman you loved by your side.

So without bothering to wait to see if the list would increase, Jason hurriedly threw on the clothes he had previously been wearing, bent down, placed a quick kiss to her satiny lips and hurried out the door.

If he had been thinking, he would have ordered Johnny or Max to do the errand, however, that didn't feel right, it should be him doing it. Just because he had men available at his beck and call didn't mean he had to use them all the time, besides, when the baby arrived, he was sure there was going to be lots to hand off to them, Jason thought with a wry smile.

Of course, he had walked away from his job, the men he relied on might just have to be reassigned, seeing as how they no longer worked for him. He would have to talk to Sonny, he only hoped he wouldn't have to go through the hassle of trying to hire new men, that was a headache he wished to never deal with again.

Jason pulled the door open and was about to close the door when a very shrill Elizabeth called down to him.

"Jason… Don't forget to get some pickles and--- some chocolate too."

"Good luck man, it's two in the morning, how are you going to find that stuff?" Johnny asked.

"Tell me where I am going to find beef jerky, watermelon and Christmas oranges?" Jason replied, looking for perhaps the first time, fearful. "I can't come back without those things, I'd be a dead man."

"Good luck…" Johnny said, quickly covering his mouth, in the hopes to hide the growing smile, but the guffaw of laughter escaping the guard was a telltale sign of the man's insolence.

"Johnny!" Jason warned, his face a mask of stoicism, but the supposed Borg couldn't hold the look, and soon enough he was laughing too.

Jason looked towards Sonny's door, thought for a second and then decided it was worth a shot. "Marco, think you can guard both doors for a little while, I think I am going to need Johnny's help."

Marco looked momentarily annoyed, but then said, "Yeah, sure, no problem boss… I mean Jason."

Jason and Johnny headed towards the elevator, both still trying to stifle their laughter, as the elevator arrived and they stepped in, Marco heard two things. "Thanks" and hyena-like laughter… What was this place coming too, Marco wondered to himself.

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