(q*p)
CHAPTER TWELVE ~ DO NOT DISTURB
Elizabeth beamed with pride looking around her new home. After months of searching she and Spinelli finally landed upon the proper house. It was within her budget and the wiz kid could add all his gadgets and Jason his panic room without disturbing the quaintness of the architecture.
Located on the older side of town it put her nearer to the Quartermaines than what was her easy commute to General Hospital before, but it was a fair trade off. The neighborhood was a mixture of the elderly and the young moving in to take their place. It was new families and grandmas.
She spun around breathing in the new wood as construction workers sawed and hammered. They were replacing the rotting wraparound porch. Technicians of a geekier nature assessed where to place the pressure sensing pads. It was entertainment watching the carpenter work with IT. Each found the other's work much more fascinating.
Sarah preferred eyeballing the carpenters. Her lusts didn't always match her aspirations.
"You know sis, you don't have to marry a doctor. Don't let mom get in your head."
She tore her eyes off the rugged arms of a man controlling a plank as he laid it into place. "I don't know what you're talking about." What Sarah was really thinking is, too bad it's so brusque out or that guy would probably be working shirtless. Spring couldn't come soon enough.
Elizabeth giggled to herself and changed the topic. "It'll be nice moving out of that hotel."
Sarah, their visiting brother Stephen and Grams all had Christmas at the Metro Court with Cameron and Elizabeth. The hotel with its formality and grand opulence made celebrating at the holiday an experience but a home was still better.
Over the months they'd spent too much time there being lazy. Sarah practically moved into Elizabeth's suite the day big sis caught Jason kissing her little sister. Elizabeth didn't know that was why, she only knew she'd barely seen Jason since Sarah started coming around.
It was public knowledge Jason put himself in charge of Elizabeth Webber and her son's security. They knew he felt responsible for her kidnapping but any rumors of them being lovers eventually faded away. No one ever saw them together unless they were talking business.
Business consisted of arguments over the price of housing, invasiveness of guards and a myriad of other items. To the untrained eye Morgan and Webber didn't like each other even a little bit. Jason was frustrated by Elizabeth's stubborn nature. That was true. There was no acting there.
Elizabeth didn't appear to want to be tied down. The more she bucked Jason the wilder she seemed to everyone. She hated his stiff rules. That was true. But she followed them. Even the rule about keeping their love affair secret.
"Getting a little tired of room service are you?" Sarah tore herself away from the view.
"Actually, yes."
"Right…" Sarah doubted. "So when's your first payment due?"
"I start paying Jason back the first of the month starting with this one."
Sarah flipped through paint samples. "Don't know why you bother. You know he'd buy this house for you. In fact he did buy this house for you."
"Only with the understanding I'd pay him back."
"At your insistence or his?"
"Mine!"
"Exactly." Sarah walked away.
Elizabeth went after her. "What's wrong with that?"
She stopped and regarded her little sister. How could they be so different? Where was Elizabeth sense of entitlement? "Nothing. Except you have a son to raise and every penny you save can go to his education, to his wellbeing."
"What am I suppose to do?"
"If a man offers to buy you a house, take it." Sarah took a beat. "After all, you two aren't romantic, right?" It was a test. "Jason isn't trying to get into your pants."
Elizabeth swallowed. "Right." At least not at the moment...
"So it's not like you'd be a kept woman."
"I don't want Jason to buy me a house, Ok? He's done enough."
"I'll say…"
Knowing the sarcasm came from Sarah's dislike of Jason, Elizabeth let it go.
Sarah didn't. At least in her mind she was still stewing about Jason and Elizabeth.
It was after one of Jason and Elizabeth's public arguments Sarah happened to stumbled upon the pair. She thought Jason left Kelly's going one way and Elizabeth the other. Jason must have doubled back because there they were tucked into an ally while spring showers poured down on them. With complete abandon Elizabeth let her open umbrella dangle like cup on the ground catching water while Jason filled her mouth with his tongue. He had her pressed up against the wet wall, his hands searching, grabbing, stroking. Jason was kissing her so uncompromisingly Elizabeth could only submit to him.
Sarah tried to force the image out of her mind! She hated when it snuck up on her and retaliated by hating Jason more.
It was so hot. Too hot! In chilling rain, yet Sarah never witnessed anything steamier. Jason tore himself off Elizabeth and walked away powered by his own storm, leaving Elizabeth panting and alone. She watched her sister touch herself as if the ache between her thighs Jason left her with might spill over.
It would never happen again under Sarah's watch. Jason Morgan was not good enough for her baby sister!
… and if Sarah Webber couldn't have a Quartermaine, then neither could Elizabeth…
What! Sarah tried to scrub the fleeting thought from her mind. She wasn't jealous! No, she was protective of her sister, that's all!
The doctor snapped out of it when she realized Elizabeth left the room a while ago. Sarah found her perusing through fixture catalogs in the kitchen.
"I was thinking…." Sarah shrugged, "this place is pretty big."
"I know. I'm getting a good deal. It's an investment I'm making for Cameron. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms- I can have company now. You can come over anytime."
"As a matter of fact, I was thinking of being here all the time."
Elizabeth smiled nervously. "What?"
"Yeah, like moving in. I could help with the payments, you know, pay rent. I help out with Cameron so much as it is this will just make it more convenient. What do you think?"
"I think." Elizabeth turned so Sarah couldn't read her face, "I think that's an interesting idea."
"You hate it."
Protesting too much, "Oh no, no, I don't hate the idea. Like you said, live-in babysitter, how could that be bad? But, well, you and I've been getting along so great lately… do you really want to risk ruining that?"
"Yes." Realizing it was too ready, "I mean, I don't think it's a risk. I think us spending so much time together recently is why we are getting along." Sarah tried to look cute, "I've really enjoyed hanging out. Haven't you?
"Sure."
"So what do you think?"
"I think… I need to think about it. Is that ok?"
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"Sarah wants to move in with me."
"So?" Jason toyed with Elizabeth soft hand. He kissed it, weaved his fingers with hers.
"So."
Elizabeth's matter-of-factness made Jason look at her. But the second he did he couldn't think. She was a vision. If she wanted to talk seriously Elizabeth would have to put some clothes on.
"It's been great having her stay with you at the Metro Court." Jason's eyes went to her neck. "My time is never predicable but with her there…" He touched where his eyes drifted. The skin was so velvety… "you can get to the studio at a moments notice. I like that." Jason followed his fingertips with a trail of kisses. Elizabeth shivered and it turned Jason on.
She pushed him back. "So you don't care if Sarah, my bossy older sister who hates you, lives with me."
His palm slid under the sheet. It found her thigh and moved inside while it crept up. Elizabeth swallowed almost falling under his spell but she put her hand on his stopping him.
He looked at her with greed and desire. She felt utterly possessed by his blue eyes. I know I'm yours, her eyes said back, but you need to listen to me.
Jason sighed and thought about the proposition more thoroughly. "Yes, I'm ok with it. As long as she follows the rules."
"What about you?'
"Me, of course I'll follow the rules." His hand started to move again.
"No." She tossed the sheet aside and got off the sofa couch. Daylight beamed in through her small, dirty, studio window. The defused light made Elizabeth look dusted in iridescent power. The curve of her bare back and fullness of her bottom made him want to pounce.
Jason got up and stood behind her gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "What am I missing?"
She turned under his palms and looked up into eyes, "Don't you want to live there too?" It hurt her to be the one to say it. She thought Jason wanted to live with her and Cameron.
"It's your house. You made that clear. Are you asking me to move in with you?"
Irritation made her brow stiffen, "It's my house? It's our house."
Jason lifted his brows and grinned. "Then why are you insisting on paying me back?"
She pouted.
"Look," Jason squeezed her shoulders. "When you are ready to have me around 24/7 we will get a house that's ours together. One that's much bigger and can house our eight children."
Shock lit Elizabeth's eyes, "Eight?"
He smiled. "Good round number. We can talk about that later." His smiled didn't fade. Elizabeth was still taken aback. "I'd like us to ease into our relationship in public." Jason's voice dipped a little as if shy, "When you are moved in and settled, I'd like to take you on a date."
Elizabeth started to bubble with enthusiasm. Babies, dates…. What was he talking about? She didn't fully absorb it but it sounded good. Sounded long-term. Coyly she palmed his ridged chest. His bare skin was always so warm. "A date?"
He kissed her tenderly. Lips separated by a wisp of air she could almost feel his mouth move, "yes."
"I have to wait how long?"
But Elizabeth didn't get her answer. Jason's next kiss swept her away.
They made love again. This time Elizabeth's surrounding paints and canvases seemed like useless instruments of art as the couple tried to make real art out of life. They made love like they wanted to conceive a life there and then.
O
The day was gray. For weeks earlier it felt as if everything was in bloom and the sun was there to stay. But it didn't darken the good mood Elizabeth was in. She went to the docks to meet Sarah and finally give her the good news. Sarah could move in.
Instead of finding her sister Elizabeth found her self crouched behind a cement trashcan horrified, listening to the voice that once threatened to make a slave of her.
Her heart raced. She couldn't breath. She couldn't think straight. Elizabeth could only fix her ears and listen. There were two voices. Both women and one was for sure the monster who'd kidnapped her.
"The loss of a child, there is noting in life more bitter." The monster said.
The other woman sniffed, "Everyday I mourn. Seems like everyone's moved on. The father of my baby already has a new child."
"I can't believe it! How cruel is that bastard?"
And you'd know what cruelty is, the voice in Elizabeth's head screamed!
"That's why I called you. You just went through all of this. You know what it's like. How it hurts worse than anything anyone could imagine."
"How can I help?"
"Revenge."
"That's my girl..."
Laughter followed only it faded away as the women departed. Last thing Elizabeth heard clearly was something about not being seen together.
Seemed like hours but finally Elizabeth felt safe enough to stand up. The coast had been clear for probably fifteen, twenty minutes but time wasn't real to Elizabeth since the moment it seemed to start standing still. Besides she wanted to stop shaking first. Elizabeth didn't want anyone, especially Jason, seeing her that frightened. She dusted off her jeans.
Hands trembling slightly, Elizabeth ignored the five missed calls from Sarah and called Jason first.
"I'm OK." She knew he'd be worried.
He sounded mad, "Where did you go? Tony's been looking everywhere for you!"
"She's still in town Jason."
"Who? Who's in town?
"Can you come get me?"
"Elizabeth, is everything alright?"
"Not really. Please come get me."
"Where are you?"
…
Public eye be damned, the minute Elizabeth saw Jason coming she walked straight into his arms and he embraced Elizabeth like she mattered most in the world. Tony, her guard, stood a few feet away and watched over them.
The enforcer noted Elizabeth was in the exact spot Tony said he last saw her. He wanted to be mad at Elizabeth for ditching her guard but realized she hadn't.
"We thought she left town Jason. But she didn't leave. She's still here."
"The woman who kidnapped you? She was here, you saw her?"
A shudder ran down her spine. "No, I never saw her or the woman she was talking to." Elizabeth felt nauseous, "I heard her."
Letting go of Jason, the nurse walked back towards the piers. She was stronger now and not going to let Jason see how terrified she was early. Elizabeth stood at the edge of the steps that would descend on to the docks.
"I was going to meet Sarah at Kelly's. I was right here and Tony was behind me. Then I heard her voice Jason. It sent a chill through me and I froze on the spot." She looked back at the guard. "I think Tony thought I was stopping here. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. Maybe I should have but all I could think was to be invisible." She looked at Tony again feeling bad for him. "He's so good about giving me my space Jason. When I stop to think, Tony always hangs back. I don't think he saw me when I ducked down." Elizabeth pointed to her hiding spot behind the trashcan.
"He didn't. He looked everywhere Elizabeth. He called you and you texted back you'd gone to your studio."
Elizabeth's face looked worried like she was reliving it "When my cell rang I freaked out. I thought they'd hear it so I hit ignore. And then I was afraid Tony would call back. If I told him she was here I wasn't sure what he'd do so I texted I went to the studio."
"And you gave him the safe-word." It sounded like a scolding.
"I was safe. As long as Tony didn't come crashing in to save me."
Jason cocked a brow doubtful of her assessment, however Elizabeth was safe and it was Elizabeth's call to make. "It's ok." He tugged Elizabeth to come hug him again. "Don't worry, Tony's not in trouble." She smiled up at him. Jason knew her well enough to know saying so would make Elizabeth feel better.
While Jason rocked Elizabeth he looked over her head around the waterfront. This mystery woman, she didn't seem to be afraid of the daylight. He didn't think he was wrong; the woman had left town. But now she'd come back and that's her second biggest mistake.
"I'll see if Spinelli can get security footage for the area. Maybe we can catch her on camera this time." He escorted Elizabeth to a bench and sat with her. "Now, tell me what you heard?"
"She talked about revenge, Jason."
The enforcer clenched his jaw. He didn't like revenge for a motive. Going after Elizabeth at Wyndemere, he thought, was to protect herself. He figured the smart move was done and she'd left town having failed. Did revenge bring her back?
"It wasn't the woman who kidnapped me that said it. It was the woman she was talking to, she wanted revenge… for the death of her child. Sounded like she was asking that monster for help." Elizabeth looked up at Jason. "She said her baby died and the father had a new child already…. Just like Sonny, Jason."
...
After dropping Elizabeth at the Metro Court, Jason paced the small warehouse office.
Was Samantha McCall a threat?
Elizabeth retold the encounter several times. It sounded like Samantha's circumstances. To him Sonny's ex seemed to be healing. Sam wasn't crying every day anymore. Spinelli and she were talking about starting a business together. Sam was moving on he thought.
But, with a few exceptions, reading women was not his strong suit.
If Samantha wanted revenge on Sonny, Jason would find out. If she'd involved the woman who'd harmed Elizabeth, Sam would pay.
O
What do you get the woman who has everything? Jason didn't have a clue.
She didn't need diamonds. She didn't need clothes. She didn't need a car…. That's it!
"Spinelli, I've got it!" Jason flew down his penthouse stairs into the living room.
"Master! Pray tell!"
"A car, maybe something like a Range Rover: dependable, strong, easy to maneuver. We can get it bulletproofed. What do you think?"
Trying to maintain his enthusiasm but it was hard. "That's a worthy idea Master. I'm sure it's something she could use."
"Exactly." Jason was ready to make the call.
"But…" Damian forced Jason to pause. "…Master, are you sure getting Sweet Elizabeth something she needs is the most appropriate gift when one's aim is romance?"
"It has to be something special. I'm going public with Elizabeth. I don't want to wait anymore. We're safer together, it's what Elizabeth thinks and I believe it. I should have been with her on the docks that day."
"You can't always be with her Master."
"I'm aware of that Spinelli," a fact that frustrated Jason. He thought about the Rover. "I'm thinking it should be green. She likes green. Has to be something big, I forgot Valentine's Day."
Damian looked doubtful, "Maximista turned your apartment into a jungle of pink balloons and white streamers. Wasn't that a clue?"
"I thought she was doing something special for you."
On a regretful sigh, "In my dreams Master." A light bulb went on is Damian's head. "Ah, that explains why you said Happy Birthday before your hasty departure on that fateful day."
"That was Valentine's Day?" Jason really was clueless to some social queues.
"Indeed."
He remembered visiting Elizabeth in evening. The suite smelled of roses, white roses. She said they were from Lucky. He missed that social queue too. Jason knew the young officer still carried a torch for Elizabeth. She'd be putting Lucky Spencer out of his misery when they went public.
The enforcer thought of something else, "If Maxi didn't do it for you, then who was all that pink for?"
Damian's eyes widened. He took a few nervous breaths before answering, "You, Master." The kid looked embarrassed. "For you and Sam."
"Me and Samantha? Why?"
The hacker quickly stood for emphasis, "I advised Maximista not to do it Master! But without liberty to give a clear explanation why not she, of course, followed her own instincts. You see Maxi believes Samantha has feeling for you and, unbeknownst to you, you have feelings for her." He gulped. "She was determined to initiate the spark." Reflecting on the day, "at least it tendered some precious time for me with Maximista." His crush was a heavy one.
Jason tried to digest it. Sam? The woman who'd been with Sonny and now might want revenge upon- the woman who Jason was having followed- the woman who Jason might have to eliminate…has feeling for him? Impossible.
Something needed clarifying. Jason asked, "Sam didn't have a problem with it or she didn't know about the set up either?"
"If I may Stone Cold, you did help a sorrowful Samantha through one of the deepest, most woeful tragedies of her life. It would be reasonable for her to become attached to you, and quite possibly on some level, you to her, no?"
It was possible. With Samantha Jason shared a singularly tragic experience: the loss of a child. "But I don't have feelings for her, not that way." If anything, Jason thought Sam wanted to be like one of the guys.
"To be fair, between you and Sweet Elizabeth fear seemed a hurdle too big to overcome. I did start to harbor some doubt." the hacker confessed.
Jason looked sharply at the kid, "I had my reasons. Even if I couldn't openly be with Elizabeth, you knew I didn't want to be with anyone else."
"I see that now."
Jason's cell vibrated. He checked it quick. Looking back at the kid, "It wasn't easy for me to have Samantha followed. I don't want to believe she could be plotting against Sonny."
"Nor I. I believe Samantha will be proven innocent. In fact I know it. Have your minions uncovered anything yet?"
"No."
"Nor have my cyber skills!" He smiled; happy knowing it should be enough to redeem his future business partner. "I will say this for the one I call Raven, she knows her way around the docks. I combed through every inch of footage to no avail. But on the bright side, of all the dark haired woman I did denote along the docks when Sweet Elizabeth had her encounter, not one was sorrowing Samantha either."
Damian wasn't the only to conclude the same. Jason watched every inch of that same footage. None of the woman they saw had the figure to match Elizabeth's description of the Raven. And none had the face of Samantha McCall. Still, it nagged at Jason. Something wasn't right and the footage wasn't perfect. McCall wasn't off the hook yet.
"I'm going to get the Ranger Rover."
Spinelli's head spun. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, I want to do that."
Damian shrugged. Perhaps a vehicle is considered romantic is Stone Cold's world? "Why not get sweet Elizabeth a monogramed firearm as well…?" he mumbled sarcastically.
Jason heard him. Wasn't a bad idea but even he knew a gun wasn't romantic. Besides, the Rover was just the wrapping. He already had a gift from his heart in his pocket.
The front door opened. Jason heard the key and already stood facing the entrant. He knew it was Samantha coming home. The earlier text message from her shadow let Jason know Sam was on her way up.
The shapely brunette wore a smile. Her arms dripped with shopping bags. Since Sonny's allowance hadn't stopped Samantha was not hurting for funds. Nor was she anxious to move out, and move on. She smiled at him. She always smiled at him. Once it was a sad smile but now there was a little light behind it.
For the first time Jason could see that light might be for him.
The mobster's chest felt weighted. He didn't want Samantha to have to lose someone again, but Jason was taken. He'd have to let her know soon.
O
Elizabeth didn't mind the guards being more present especially now when they knew that woman was still in Port Charles. Besides, Cameron adored Smithy and Smithy had bonded with Cameron. He was their live-in guard. Smithy had a son of his own but he lived in Singapore. The mother refused to come to the US and if Smithy set foot inside Singapore again he'd be arrested.
"Ok," Elizabeth double-checked Cameron's backpack, "you be good for Grams. And you do whatever Smithy tells you to, got it?"
"Yes, mommy." He was excited to sleepover at his great grandmother's. She would play with him for hours!
"Thanks for taking him over."
Smithy nodded. It was his job. "Have fun on your date."
Elizabeth felt her face get hot at the thought of seeing Jason openly. No secrets. The house was nearly finished but Jason didn't want to wait any longer. That woman and her threat had held them in place far too long.
"Mommy, what's a date?" The little boy knew what a play-date was but this seemed different.
She smiled at her son. "It's when two people who really like each other make plans so they can spend some time together."
"Do I have a date wit Gwate Gwandma?"
"You do!"
"Who's you' date with?"
She took in a breath, "do you remember Jason?"
The little boy nodded. He was the big guy with the motorcycle who liked his mommy.
"I'm going on a date with Jason. I really like him a lot and I really hope you do too."
Cameron thought about it and shrugged. He liked him ok, but he didn't know if he liked him with his mommy. "Maybe I should go on a date wit Jason too?"
"Maybe. We'll see how this goes first." Elizabeth almost laughed. She kissed her son. "Ok you two. Get going. I have to get dressed."
Not that Elizabeth knew what to wear. Jason said it wasn't going to be a motorcycle ride. She couldn't imagine them sitting at stuffy booth at a five star restaurant. Maybe she should call Jason again and get more information? But he'd already said anything was fine. UGH! Men!
…
Ninety minutes later the concierge rang the suite to tell Elizabeth her party had arrived.
Stepping out of the elevator, Elizabeth entered the lobby smoothing out her little black dress feeling very Audrey Hepburn. It was a safe choice, yes, but by the look on Jason's face, a good one too.
He recognized elegance in Elizabeth. That certain something some possessed. It made others around them look clumsy. She walked towards Jason beaming a smile that lit the air around her.
Elizabeth felt so proud. Jason stood confidently in slacks and a jacket. No tie but he didn't need it. The fitted, slate grey shirt had a sheen that hinted at the amazing body it covered. He was so handsome. His blue eyes affixed to hers drawing Elizabeth in like a tractor beam.
"What's going on here?"
Just before Jason could take Elizabeth's hand Carly popped up and stood between them.
They looked at her. Elizabeth couldn't hold her tongue, "Do you have some kind of Jason radar or something?"
Jason snickered.
Carly lifted her brow as if unimpressed, "or something…"
She turned to Jason who didn't hesitate to announce, with a tilt of his head, "I have a date with Elizabeth tonight."
The mobster stepped around Carly and took Elizabeth's hand, pulled her in closer and kissed her cheek, "you look beautiful."
The blonde sized up the imp and gave a "humph." Jason smirked as he took Elizabeth's jacket and helped her into it. He knew Carly couldn't deny Elizabeth was a vision so she had to keep her mouth closed.
As Jason guided Elizabeth towards the exit the nurse looked back, "Have a good evening Carly. I know I will."
Carly finally untied her tongue, "Yeah, when you get back we need to talk about your bill."
Recently Carly Quartermaine acquired the Metro Court. It came as part of her divorce settlement. Elizabeth had a new landlord… but not for long.
…
Holding the door open for her, Elizabeth climbed into a shiny forest green utility vehicle. It smelled of new-car and looked pristine unlike the worn-in SUV Jason usually drove.
Buckling up, Jason looked at his date, "You really do look beautiful."
She touched his shoulder, blushing, "thank you. So do you."
"You know you don't have to worry about a bill. Carly is just—"
"Let's not talk about Carly." Eager to change the subject, "Where are we going?"
Jason smiled. "You'll see."
He got the Range Rover on the road. The further he drove the more industrial the area. There weren't any fancy restaurants or clubs out here. Maybe he was taking her to an art installation?
"So... Cameron thinks he might need a date with you too."
"He does, huh?"
"Yeah, I got the feeling he might want to size you up."
"I don't blame him." Jason looked over and smiled. "I'll try to measure up."
"I told him we'd have to see how tonight goes first."
Jason didn't take the bait. Elizabeth wanted to know where they were going he imagined, but that was his secret to unveil.
Slowly turning the car into a narrow lane with heavy gated security at the end of it Jason paused to roll down the window and push a button. A speaker box crackled "Welcome Mr. Morgan" and the gate parted.
Before Elizabeth could process it was real the Rover cruised over an expanse of tarmac on a private airfield. Jason eased into a clean and orderly low bay and parked.
Elizabeth got out and looked around. The ceiling was high enough to accommodate the tail of a decent size aircraft but there was no plane. Jason came to her side.
"What's going on Jason?" alit with anticipation and curiosity. Jason practically ignored her. Not quite resigned to wait it out, "Man, your answer-avoiding skills are in full force today."
A pilot approached and offered his hand, "Welcome Ms. Webber."
She shook it noting the four stripes on his cuff. "Thank you Captain..."
"Stevens." Then the pilot shook Jason's hand. "Ready to go Sir?"
Jason nodded.
The First Officer guided the couple into an electric cart where, by the look of him, a mechanic waited to drive them. Silently the little transport took off with its passengers.
"Jason, you know this doesn't count."
"What doesn't?"
"We agreed to start being seen in public but that only counts if we stay where we are known." She smiled so Jason would know she wasn't disappointed, just teasing him.
"We were. At the hotel."
"True. I think Carly wasn't too happy."
"Probably not, but that's her choice. You make me happy and that's all that matters. I thought we weren't going to talk about her?"
"You're right," Elizabeth took his arm. She was excited. "Where are we going then?"
Again he said, "You'll see."
The private jet looked sleek under the low sun. They pulled up alongside of it and followed the pilot into the plush fuselage.
"Jason… this is very…" she still held his arm,"… you really are making this special." It was opulent, but Elizabeth couldn't find the words.
Everything was polished and efficient in design. There was a table with individual seats and two benches that looked like couches with seatbelts. Before selecting a place to sit the couple embraced. Jason held her face in his hands and kissed her gently. "You deserve it. I wish it could have been sooner."
He directed her to the bench and told Elizabeth to buckle up. Before doing the same Jason spoke to the captain. Engines started as he strapped in, blades started spinning and soon the small jet was moving.
Elizabeth looked out her window as the aircraft took wing. They slid through the air gaining height. The wing dipped as the plane banked. She could see the twinkling city of Port Charles below her getting smaller.
Jason gave Elizabeth a quick rundown on the jet's amenities. When they leveled out he stood and opened some cabinets. The little turbulence bumps didn't deter Jason from popping a bottle of champagne and neatly pouring a couple glasses.
"I better go easy, my stomach is empty." Elizabeth took her glass.
"How about some caviar?"
"You like caviar?"
"Not really. But we have it if you do. Wait, I know what you'd like." Jason opened a refrigerated compartment and extracted a tray of chocolate covered fruit.
"Mmmm. Now you are talking." Elizabeth took one off the tray when Jason set it on a table. She took a bite and tried to catch the juice of the melon before it dripped. "Oh my, that's good."
Jason sat down and sampled a strawberry. "Not bad."
"Can I taste?" Elizabeth slid over and kissed Jason before he could answer. There was a hint of strawberry on his tongue. "Yeah, not bad at all."
She pulled away but Jason followed. He kissed her again, harder, deeper; buried her in the cushions. Elizabeth was ready to succumb. It was always too quickly, she almost felt easy. But then Jason was a magician.
He eased up. With eyes on her Jason reached for more fruit. Dangling a chocolate covered berry over her lips, brushing it along her mouth till Elizabeth needed to bite it. Only Jason pulled it away and popped it in his own mouth.
She laughed as he chewed triumphantly. Slapping Jason's chest, "Ok, now where is mine?"
He got another one for her and did the same tease. But Elizabeth didn't try to bite it this time. Instead her hand wandered to his inseam. Elizabeth could be a magician too. Jason groaned with pleasure and the berry hesitated. Still she didn't bite it.
With him firmly in her hand, "Can I have my strawberry now?" She opened her mouth.
Jason opened his eyes not remembering when he closed them. He wanted to enjoy the feelings coming from his body. He lowered the berry and let Elizabeth's tongue lick it.
Still she didn't bite it. "Are we going to be undisturbed?"
He nodded.
She took the berry from him quickly and chewed it while scooting up. He was hers to control.
"Elizabeth…" Jason moaned as she undid his buckle.
…
…
Elizabeth stood and pushed down the tight skirt of her dress. Knees a little weakened, Elizabeth kicked off her heels and looked down at Jason's naked body sprawled on the couch. She'd taken him so fast and hard he was still catching up.
"Bathroom is that way?"
He nodded and thought about sitting up to put his clothes back on. What was the hurry, they had another hour in the air. He ran his hand down his chest to rest on his flat belly. Jason loved being naked. He hated his suit even if it was silk.
Taking the time to clean up and ready to refresh her make up, Elizabeth saw her reflection and realized she didn't need it. Her cheeks were flush and her skin glowed from their lovemaking. Smiling at the mirror, Elizabeth wondered if she were dreaming? Who knew it could be this good? Finally she exited when the plane started to make its decent. Jason took his turn in the restroom and rejoined Elizabeth fully clothed.
Before sitting again he refreshed their glasses.
Holding out her champagne, "We'll be landing in about 20 minutes." He sat next to Elizabeth and watched her sipped the dry bubbly. "I wanted you to see the sunset. We flew into it so it has the effect of never setting but I'm afraid we missed it."
If Elizabeth could purr she would. Kissing his neck, "Are you disappointed?"
He turned into her and kissed Elizabeth, "no. Are you?"
"Never."
….
Wherever they were it wasn't what Elizabeth expected. The airport didn't even look open. Weeds sprouted up through the cracks in the asphalt. They'd gone west gaining time. Still on the edge of daylight the sun rested on the horizon.
A truck was there to whisk them away. The driver in overalls didn't say anything to them but did make a call. "I got 'em" was all he said.
The three passengers sat in the cab. Jason held Elizabeth's hand as she watched the rustic scenery pass by. They were somewhere in the middle of the United States, the middle of nowhere.
"When I was away," Jason got Elizabeth's attention, "I traveled a lot. I spent some time here. The land is unspoiled. I've been saying I wanted to go back for a while but never have. It always felt like the kind of place to share with someone."
"Thanks for sharing it with me." She took a beat. Smiling big, "I'm starving."
He laughed. So was Jason. He'd waited all day for this meal. All week! "We're almost there."
Elizabeth felt validated. She knew he wouldn't pick some crowed 5-Star place.
"I hope you like it. Had the best grass-fed porterhouse in my life here."
The truck pulled into a bumpy lane leading to what looked like a farmhouse. It may have been at one time. Now it was an inn. Immediately Jason and Elizabeth was escorted pass a surprisingly bustling dinner crowd to a secluded table on the porch.
The table had a pristine white cloth covering it, a glass enclosed candle and some wild flowers to set the mood. The silverware was mismatched and charming. Wine was already decanted for them. Jason held out a chair for Elizabeth. A heat lamp allowed Elizabeth and Jason to sit without need of their jackets.
She took a sip of chilled water and breathed in a nourishing breath. The scenery was almost enough to fortify her. The sun had faded, the fields glowed a deep emerald green, and a light breeze brushed her skin perfumed with hints of spring.
"Hello Mr. Morgan. Good to see you again." It was the chef if Elizabeth could judge by the woman's attire. "Will you be having the usual?" She sounded like Jason had just been there last week.
Smiling warmly, "You're calling me Mr. Morgan now?"
A server appeared handing Elizabeth a menu. Jason declined one. It was one sheet of paper, hand written and attached to a small wooden clipboard.
"You're arriving in private jets now" Her smile was just as warm. They were teasing each other.
"The usual sounds good." Jason looked at Elizabeth who nodded, "Two porterhouses. Medium rare?"
Elizabeth smiled and nodded again. Whatever Jason was having was fine with her.
"Elizabeth this is Karen Eden. We are on her ranch. Just about everything they serve is grown or raised here."
The chef winked at Jason and looked to Elizabeth. "As Jason knows it's a lot of work, but we love it."
"That's amazing. This is all so lovely. Thank you so much for taking care of us."
"Of course. We look after family. Is this your first time in Wyoming?"
"Is that where we are?" Elizabeth eyes sparkled.
The chef laughed. "It is. Would you care to select an appetizer and some side dishes to accompany the steaks?" Chef Eden pointed to that section on the menu.
Elizabeth looked at Jason quizzically. He nodded. "Sure." She studied the menu. It was short but everything on it looked amazing. All the side dishes looked too good to pass up. "I might need a minute." She was overwhelmed.
"How about I surprise you?"
Elizabeth looked relived. "That would be perfect."
Once alone, Elizabeth put her hand on Jason's, "Family?" She was very curious.
"I worked here for a while."
"Oh. Bet that was different from working for Sonny." Jason would never be a dull partner, that, Elizabeth felt sure of.
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…
The meal was a gastric wonderment.
"Jason, that was wonderful. I'm so full."
After nearly reaching climax with every new bite Jason had already figured out Elizabeth enjoyed her meal. He was a little jealous.
"Dessert?" the server asked.
Elizabeth was too full but she wasn't going to say no. She'd find room. Jason looked at Elizabeth and smiled. "Send it up to our room please." Then he asked his date, "Want to go for a walk?"
Hand in hand Jason and Elizabeth walked down the lane under a sky charged with stars. It felt like the future was alive for them, like it was a real possibility.
"We have a room? Are we spending the night?"
"It's ours for as long as we want it. As soon as you're ready to go home we can."
"And if that's never," Elizabeth squeezed his hand, "we can send the jet to get Cameron?"
Jason grinned.
They paced and leaned on each other. It was so peaceful. Crickets chirped, an owl hooted, breezes tickled the leaves of a hundred year old oaks.
Elizabeth fell into deep thought.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Jason, we have to be like this back home too."
"How do you mean?"
"Carefree. I know we have to look over our shoulders, because of your work, but we have to take time for this, for being in the moment. We have to trust we have a future and not spend all our time trying to protect it."
Jason tightened his fingers around hers, "I want to believe we have a future that's why I'm working so hard to keep you safe."
"I know and I love you for it."
"I love you too." So much Elizabeth, I have to ask, will you marry me? The rest of the words sat in Jason's mouth like little fireflies. He was afraid to say them out loud setting them free. What if it was too soon and she said no? Instead he said, "being in the moment sounds good."
…
"Mmmmm." Elizabeth cooed. The dessert platter looked precious and divine. It sat on a quaint table with two quaint chairs by the window. A small four-poster bed looked so white and fluffy if he told her it was made out of clouds she'd believe him.
Jason took Elizabeth's hand before she could wrap her fingers around a red velvet cupcake. It looked so yummy she was disappointed by the interruption. Till Jason kissed her, then she lost herself. He was undressing her and she let him. Dessert could be had later….
The little black dress fell to her feet. Jason barely paused to admire the lace bra and matching garter belt and seemed to completely miss she'd never put panties back on. Jason unhooked and unclipped; he rolled down the stockings till she was standing there completely nude.
Elizabeth didn't feel vulnerable at all. It was shocking for her to realize. She was exhilarated.
"Lay down please."
Doing as asked, Elizabeth crawled on the bed till she was center and laid floating on the clouds. Unlike anyone before Jason, Elizabeth didn't have to be in control to feel safe.
Jason approached her prone body, "This is so you have to accept all my attention." She never would let Jason focus only on her but Elizabeth would have to now.
Her nerves heighten slightly when he used a silk stocking to tie one wrist to the bed. Jason took his time using the other to bind Elizabeth other wrist. She didn't ask what he was up to but her expressions did.
"You want dessert?" He asked. She nodded yes slowly.
Stepping up to the antique vanity next to the bed, Jason adjusted the giant mirror on its swivel hinge. He angled it so Elizabeth could see herself. She looked... ready….
"So you can see what I see."
She saw skin almost the same hue as the pristine bedding except for the pink in her cheeks and lips and atop her full breast. She caught how her anticipatory breaths changed the shape of her torso, elongating it, forcing her breasts into the air. She saw wild hair and wild eyes. She looked salacious.
Her fire burned hotter.
Jason went for the dessert Elizabeth seemed to want most. He examined the cupcake then sampled the stiff frosting. "It's good," he said as he walked up to her licking his lips. Standing on the other side of the bed leaving the view in the mirror unobstructed, Jason bent over her.
Slowly he swiped the top of the cupcake along her luminous breast. The firm bud grabbed its fair share of the buttercream. Then he did the same to the other. Elizabeth looked in the mirror. Her breasts looked like dessert. Elizabeth's pulse quickened with anticipation.
Holding one breast firmly Jason began tasting the frosting. It was even better. He licked and sucked and nibbled till her plump breast was clean. "Oh my god." was all the nurse could say over and over. Then he treated the other breast to his tongue. She watched in the mirror as her back arched trying to make Jason take it all in his mouth at once.
Pressure continued to build. It throbbed a heat so strong Elizabeth couldn't stand it. She needed to relieve the pulsing but when Jason caught Elizabeth trying to squeeze her thighs together he stopped her.
"Do I have to tie your ankles too? You need to wait for me Elizabeth." He was the master, the teacher, the torturer.
With all her will Elizabeth tried to relax her knees. Would she combust? If it was possible, she'd soon find out!
Jason went to see what else there was. "Ahh" he said. A small container kept some homemade ice cream cold for them. "Three flavors." He said. "What do you want, chocolate, something red or vanilla?"
"I don't care…just… just give me something Jason. Please… I need you…" Her voice was a desperate whisper.
Jason dipped a spoon in and swirled it around. He stood over her again and licked off the dessert. He lowered the ice-cold spoon between her legs and cooled her off. Elizabeth thought it only made her hotter. He moved the spoon around slowly stroking her swollen bud.
She looked down at him standing at the foot of the bed…. He paused to remove his shirt. "Oh my god," Elizabeth started to chant again.
Jason scooped up some ice cream placed the dollop on her overheated floret and let it drip down her folds. He watched it like a beautiful, delicious stream. Then he had to taste it. It was everything Elizabeth had been waiting for. He took her to new heights. The feelings Jason evoked over came Elizabeth. She wanted to squeeze his head with her thighs so Jason could never leave. Pulling at the restraints she burst out a moan that was sure to echo throughout the quite inn. Elizabeth arched as if in pain and begged Jason to "please…"
He knew what she wanted. Making Elizabeth come was Jason's finest moments. He felt proud and powerful when it happened. Multiple times.
The wave of her orgasm crashed over and over and Elizabeth writhed in ecstasy each time. Finally the tremors subsided. Elizabeth tugged on the stockings. It was his turn.
"Uh, uh, no." Jason said.
He stood and took off the rest of his clothes. She watched him unveil himself. He wasn't fully ready yet but with her hands tied what could she do? Jason knelt on the bed between her thighs forcing them to open wider. He held himself and stroked.
"Tell me you love me, Elizabeth," he whispered. His eyes roamed her body. She was naked curves and spun silk. The plump in her belly from the meal was sexy. One day it might be a baby. His baby….
Elizabeth's voice cracked from the heavy breathing. She spoke softly, "If the earth opened up tomorrow and everything we thought we knew was a lie… one thing would still be true Jason: I love you. I love you….I love you…" Elizabeth wanted to cry. Her heart was bursting.
"I love you Elizabeth." Jason was ready. He was so thick and hard but slipped in like a thief because she was a slick velvet waiting for him.
When they were one Elizabeth did cry; tears of love. Jason kissed them away.
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Jason hung up his cell phone and left the bathroom. Elizabeth still slept soundly, arms and legs woven around the quilted comforter.
Damian Spinelli was every bit the genius he claimed to be but Jason would keep the news to himself for now. He wouldn't spoil their first date with business.
Looming over her, the enforcer smiled. The bed was smaller than they were used to sharing but it was bigger than the couch at her studio, yet somehow her tiny frame was taking up the whole mattress. If he lifted her leg and slipped under her arm maybe Jason could fit beside Elizabeth?
He shrugged. Let her sleep.
Taking a seat next to the antiquated little table, Jason reflected on the red velvet cupcake as it sat without its frosting. With a satisfied smile he picked up a chocolate cupcake but hesitated, Elizabeth would want the chocolate. Jason switched to the lavender cupcake. It was delicious. Checking the pot he found the coffee was still warm and poured a cup.
"Enjoying yourself?" Elizabeth smiled. She hadn't moved. The bed was hers.
Jason paused to smile back. He answered by biting into the cake.
Elizabeth pushed back the covers and untwined her legs from the comforter. Like a light-footed feline she came to Jason and sat down on his naked lap. He put an arm around her and sunk his fingers into long hair.
"I saved the chocolate one for you."
"Thank you."
In a state of peace only pure satisfaction could produce, the couple ate and said not a word till their baked goods had been devoured and fingers licked clean.
"Shower?" She asked.
Jason shifted his hold on the petite nurse and stood with her in his arms then carried her into the bathroom with its giant claw-foot tub.
"Bath."
…
Reluctantly the couple assembled themselves into something civilized for public viewing and left their room. The sun hadn't yet come up but the sky was a lovely violet hue foretelling its rise. The same man in overalls waited in the same rough and tumble truck. Engine running, it was the only sound in an otherwise wild and lonely setting.
Elizabeth looked back one more time. She wanted to remember everything.
The pilots were waiting for Jason and Elizabeth when they arrived. Surprised at how fresh the officers looked at such an early hour, Elizabeth wondered if she was just as transparent. Could they see by the glow still on her cheeks that she'd been made love to intensely so many times in the last hours? Or did the fact she couldn't walk a straight live give her away?
Once in the air Jason pet his sweet Elizabeth till she fell asleep. She slept the whole flight home. Jason moved his thoughts from her to the woman who wanted Elizabeth dead. He needed a plan but one wouldn't formulate. Jason gave up and rested his eyes.
The landing was soft. Jason had to gently wake Elizabeth to tell her they were back in Port Charles.
Wiping her eyes and checking for drool, "Oh, wow, did I sleep the whole way?" Looking out the portal Elizabeth could see it was about mid morning.
"Yeah."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. Ready to go home?"
She sighed. Elizabeth wished they had a home together. "Not really. Wanna take me to go get Cameron?"
"Is that Ok?"
"Sure. He knows I'm out with you."
"But all night?"
"He's four, I think we're safe from scandal."
"Ok. I'd love to."
The Range Rover was where they left it. Jason drove again. They didn't talk on the way to Audrey's place. Jason was in his head trying to figure out the best moment to give Elizabeth his gift. Eff-it. Jason didn't like it when he over thought things like this.
Right place or not, Jason pulled over. The sudden swerve jogged Elizabeth's nerves.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Sorry, didn't mean to alarm you."
He was smiling which confused Elizabeth more. It was an awkward smile. "Everything OK?"
"Do you like this car?"
"Um… yeah," she looked around its new interior," sure. Why?"
"Because it's yours." Jason handed her the extra key that had been floating in his pocket for a day.
She didn't take it. "Excuse me?"
"Spinelli said it was a bad idea."
Jason looked worried and nervous which endeared Elizabeth. She tightened her lips to hide her smile. "Let me get this straight. You bought me a Range Rover?"
"No, well yes. Yes, the car is yours," he put the key in her hand, "but it's just the wrapping."
More confused than ever, "wrapping?"
"Yeah, I wrapped your present in a Range Rover."
She laughed out loud. "You're kidding."
"No." But he was smiling now. Her laughter was contagious. "Look in the glove compartment."
Elizabeth let her laughter subside. She braced herself for the next shock. With eyes on him she reached for the panel in front of her. He looked excited so Elizabeth composed herself.
Inside was an owner's manual but on top of it sat another little box. Elizabeth took it out when Jason nodded, and opened its simple lid.
With the build up Elizabeth expected a ring. She held her breath, ready to burst out a big yes, a thousand times yes…. But it wasn't a ring.
"It's glass." Jason answered her puzzled look. "From Italy."
She took it out. "It's beautiful." It really was.
"Hold it up to the light."
Elizabeth did and the cut glass glowed red. It was the richest red she'd ever seen.
"I got it from a glass blower in Venice years ago. I don't know why but I was drawn to it. I've had it with me ever since. Never shown it to anyone till now."
"And you're giving it to me?" Elizabeth forgot about rings and looked at the red glass in her palm. It was special to Jason and it didn't matter why. He was sharing something personal with her.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it!" She gushed and reached over to kiss and hug her man.
Jason stole a few more kisses before letting her go. "Do you want to drive your car?"
"Betty."
"Betty?"
"Yes, her name is Betty. Betty the Forest Green Rover."
Jason chuckled and shook his head.
…
Cameron loved the new car too. They got his car seat from Smithy and Cameron jumped right in. It had a screen just for him.
"I can watch ca'toons?"
"I think so." Elizabeth said as she buckled him in.
Jason waved to Audrey who stood on the porch frowning at him. He let it roll off his shoulder. But Audrey did wave goodbye to Smithy. Everyone always loved Smithy. At least Jason was Cameron's hero when he got the cartoons rolling.
The ride home was nerve-racking for the mobster. It wasn't Elizabeth's driving; in fact she handled the vehicle like it was made for her. What needled Jason was realizing, by appearances at least, they were a family unit- a readymade complete package.
His deepest yearning manifested. Jason wanted a family. He wanted to be a husband, a father, and never believed it could happen for him. His heart swelled and he didn't know what to do with himself.
Elizabeth touched his knee when she saw the corner of his eye overflow with moisture. His jaw tightened.
"I'm fine." I love you, he mouthed. And Elizabeth returned the mime.
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The aptly named Sonny's Coffee Shop was a front for the kingpin's downtown office. It sat behind steel doors in the back. The coffee shop was small and no competition for any major chain but that was perfect for Corinthos' purposes. Jason had Elizabeth drop him there.
"Jason?"
They'd already nervously kissed goodbye in front of Cameron.
He paused, "yeah?"
"Thank you. Thank you for everything." She opened her palms. One held the red glass and the other swept over the car indicating the and everything else. "Last night was… it was perfect."
Jason's proud grin made Elizabeth blush. He turned to go.
"Jason?"
The mobster paused again and looked back.
"If you can't, please say so, it's no problem, but if you can would you mind getting me a dark cherry mocha, no whip, extra foam with an extra shot? And maybe a juice for Cam?"
Jason stood frozen.
"I'm sorry to ask. Never mind, you're busy. Just this place has the best mochas but parking is such a pain. I usually get it when I'm walking by going to the docks. I'll get it. You've already done too much. I shouldn't have—"
"No, no. It's fine," he cut Elizabeth off with a chuckle. "I'll get it. Not a problem, but can you repeat everything you just said?" It was her drink order that confused him.
"She said she wants a double-shot dark cherry mocha, no whip, extra foam."
They both looked at Sonny's guard, Max.
"And a juice for her little boy. Is that right Miss Webber?" She nodded. Max added. "Hey Jason. The boss sent me out here to see what's keeping you." Back on Elizabeth, "Hey Miss Webber. Nice car. Like the color." Max approached to check it out closer.
"Max." It was a warning from Jason. Elizabeth didn't know why. Max knew it's because he was distracted.
"Sorry Jason. How about I get the drinks, you go in and see the boss?"
But Jason declined the offer. He wanted to do it. After delivering the beverages Jason earned another kiss from Elizabeth and a giggle from Cameron.
Lulu Spencer and Maxie Jones passed by on their way to the café. Jason looked sideways. His first reaction was to play it as if he and Elizabeth weren't together but he caught himself.
"Hey Jason." Lulu greeted. "Hi Elizabeth."
"Hi Lulu. Maxie." Elizabeth sipped her drink. "Sonny's got the best mochas, right?"
Maxie only had sneers. She never did like Elizabeth much and always had eyes for Lucky, even as a little girl.
"The best." Lulu agreed. "That's why we're here every morning and every afternoon for Kate's usual."
Jason turned back to Elizabeth and murmured through the Rover's window, "It's official, we've gone public."
She giggled and winked, then shrugged at Jason. What are we to do? The mobster gave Elizabeth another kiss. He made sure Maxie Jones would get the message and not try to fix him up again. "Love you," he told Elizabeth.
"Love you too." Looking at the two stunned blondes. "Have a good day girls." Elizabeth's smile couldn't be any bigger or prouder as she drove off.
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