Chapter 12
The morning sunlight brightened the bedroom causing Elizabeth to hide her eyes from the light. Unfortunately Jason's bare chest did not provide much of a shield. Her body was spread over his, her leg flung over his, arms across his chest and head resting over his heart. She rolled her head over so her chin was resting on his chest and she watched him sleep. He was always calm but there was something different when he slept, he was peaceful and of course sexy. She contemplated waking him up but decided to let him sleep for a while. He was always awake before her and asleep after her, except for the past couple nights, and she assumed he could probably use a good rest.
Slowly sliding herself out of his arms, she dragged her tired body to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower and stood beneath the warm stream of water. She was still in shock as she processed everything that had happened between them. Never had she imagined that things would progress between them how they did and at that moment she could not figure out how she had ignored the emotions and feelings that were now overwhelming her. She was addicted… addicted to him, to the way he made her feel, to the feelings he surfaced in her heart and her body, not to mention she was addicted to the sex. She did not consider herself extremely experienced and had never had such an emotional and physical reaction to sex.
Repeatedly she told herself that Jason would never hurt her, but it scared her that they had taken the big step… and she didn't just mean the physical part. Sure he had helped her body to experience a feeling she never had before but there was so much more.
Until last night, they had never admitted their feelings out loud and until recently, internally to themselves. Jason had promised that no matter what happened he would always be there but it still scared her that someday he wouldn't be there. His life is dangerous, and though she did not fear the danger would ever affect her life, even now, she always feared that one day he would not answer her call or his door and he would find himself with his final bullet wound. That fear was still there and now it was compounded with worry that if things do not work out between them, where would it leave their friendship?
She was excited about the development of their relationship and she wanted it but the fear lingered. It was too late to turn back, they had crossed the line before they even touched each other last night… not to mention, she didn't want to turn back.
"Good morning." She heard, shaking her from her thoughts. She turned and saw a very naked Jason holding the shower door open.
Elizabeth blushed when she watched Jason's eyes travel the length of her body. Her hands moved to wipe across her forehead, "God this is so weird." She mumbled.
Jason too a step backwards but she grabbed his arm. "But it's a good weird." She pulled his arm and he stepped into the shower with her. "I'm sorry… it's just different." She took another step back so he could stand under the shower head. Her hands smoothed the water across his chest. "Good morning."
Jason kissed her forehead, "Regrets?"
She shook her head, "Regrets… no… you?"
"Uh uh." He replied, pulling her body into his. "None."
Elizabeth sighed when his lips came in contact with her neck. "God what have we been doing for the past eight years?" she wondered out loud.
His head lifted and his lips turned up in a devious smile as he reached for a bar of soap, "Foreplay" he answered then backed her into the wall.
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They stretched out on the oversized couch, Elizabeth had her back against his chest. "I meant to ask you when we flew down, when did you and Sonny get a new jet? And what happened to the old one?"
Jason laughed, "You know Sonny, he always have to have the best. This is a Gulfstream G550, I don't even remember what the old one was but this is their biggest and fastest. He ordered it a while ago but we've only had it a few months. As for that old one, I don't know he may have traded it in."
"It's definitely bigger. I remember the old one just had seats… Jason this has a couch, minibar and…" she pointed at the ceiling. "And yea, I guess that is a TV?"
"It folds down but I've never used it." He trailed his fingers down her side causing her to shiver. "You know what else folds down?" he whispered.
Elizabeth looked over her shoulder, attempting to look into his eyes but she couldn't so she rolled onto her back. "What?"
Jason leaned over her, sliding his body partly over hers. "This couch."
"Oh it does, does it?" she asked while his hand moved her hair off her shoulders and chest.
"Uh huh." He hummed and placed a soft kiss on her collar bone.
She smiled and her face flushed as he moved his mouth to her neck. "But that doesn't work for me." she teased and he lifted his head.
"Why not?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"I'm sure it will take too long to fold down. It's fine just how it is… we fit fine just how it is… Actually…" She rolled off the couch and stretched out her hand for him. He took her hand and she pulled him up so he was sitting. He started to stand but she stopped him, pushing him back to sit. Sliding on top of him, she rested her knees on either side of his hips so she was straddling him. "Now that's even better, isn't it?"
His hands firmly held her hips, "Are you ok to…" she rolled her hips, or she tried to but he stopped her. "I don't want to hurt you."
Slightly confused she asked "Hurt me?"
He smiled and ran his hand from her hips, down her thighs then back up and over her hips to her waist. "Well yea, twice last night, then in the shower, then again in the bed, then on the beach…"
"Well, the beach doesn't really count because we didn't… we only…"
He smiled, waiting for her to continue, but she didn't, instead her face flushed and she leaned forward to kiss him. His hand pressed on her shoulder and halted her. Her eyes lifted to his and his hand moved to her pink cheeks. "It's so sexy when you get all embarrassed."
Her eyes drifted to the side and she shook her head, "Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not making fun. In case you didn't notice, I find you so sexy… and I would never make fun of or embarrass you. You can say whatever you want to me and just know that I never would do that to you… just as I know you wouldn't do it to me. So I'll say that I love having… making love to you and that I make you feeling… things… you never have before. I love how you nervously chew on your lower lip. I love how you smell and taste like vanilla, I don't know but it had a hint of cocoa butter too when we were on the island." His hand cupped her chin, "Webber, I love y…"
Before he could get the 'you' out she kissed him. It wasn't that she didn't love him too, because she knew that she was completely in love with him and probably had been for a long time. She just wasn't ready to hear it out loud and admit it. For years they always said those three words to each other but they had such a different meaning. It was a different kind of love, or so she thought. Before it was a I would do anything for you now lets go have a beer kind of love and now… now it was a I can't stop thinking about you and want to wake up with you in my arms everyday kind of love. She never wanted to go back to how things were, there was no doubt about that, but she just was not ready to say it. Things were going so fast, well eight years wasn't really that fast, but for some reason she felt like they were jumping in the deep end when they both had almost drowned so many times in so many past relationships.
She poured all she had into the kiss, hoping she could express her feelings without saying the words. Her hands held the sides of his face while his rested on her hips. She angled her head to deepen the kiss, her tongue slid past his lips, commanding control as she rolled her hips causing him to moan into her mouth. He understood her apprehension and felt confident in their feelings for each other. To add to his list, he loved this aggressive side of her. He allowed her to retain control as her hands slid down his chest and tugged at the button of his jeans.
She broke the kiss and they both gasped for air. She quickly stood from the couch and slid her jeans down her legs, followed by her panties then tugged Jason's over his knees. Not bothering to remove his boots, she left his briefs and jeans bunched at his ankles. There was no slow exploration this time, she climbed back on his lap. She wanted to say something sweet or witty but the words just didn't come.
Jason wanted nothing more then to take control but part of him enjoyed that she was taking the initiative. She straddled him, holding herself up on her knees while she removed her shirt. His hand joined hers as they lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor with her jeans. His hands quickly moved to the front clasp of her bra and with the snap of two fingers it was unhooked. As Elizabeth shrugged the straps down her arms, Jason pulled her body forward and covered a nipple with his mouth. His teeth raked across the tip before he sucked it between his lips. The force of his mouth caused her to moan. She cradled his head in his arms as she lowered herself onto his throbbing erection. His mouth released her and he moaned her name.
Elizabeth leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He placed his hands on her hips and guided her to a steady pace, his hips lifting below hers to meet her with each thrust. She breathlessly broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his, meeting his glistening eyes. A moan left her mouth when he guided her to a faster pace and tightened his grip on her hips. His grasp was so tight that she was sure he would leave a mark but she was not complaining. She loved that he was a little rough with her at times and tender at other times. Her hands fisted in his short locks and she clenched her muscles around him. His hips jerked off the couch and he couldn't maintain his control any longer. He held her hips, lifting her and slamming her back down over him. She was no longer controlling the movements or the pace and Elizabeth quickly felt the flames rush through her body. Elizabeth's muscles tightened around him, triggering his orgasm. When the waves rushed through his body, he felt himself blackout for a second before she collapsed, flinging her body forward, exhausted and out of breath.
After a few minutes of silence, Jason spoke, "I-I didn't hurt you did I?"
Jason could feel Elizabeth smile against his neck and he knew he didn't. She shook her head and squeezed her arms around his waist. His fingertips traced her spine, "What are we going to do when we get home?" she whispered into his chest.
"I have to meet with Sonny then go to the ware…"
Her head lifted, "No, I don't mean tonight or anything… I mean in general. A lot of people are going to be… not happy."
"So?" he simply said. "Are you worried about Lucky?"
"We just spent so long denying anything and now…" she trailed off.
"Do you not want to tell anyone? Do you re-regret this?" he asked. There was a tenseness in his voice.
She shook her head and her lips curved up, "I don't regret anything and I don't think I could hide it."
Jason raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
"And I don't want to hide it… but everyone is going to say…"
"Shh, this is between me and you. Let them say what they want."
She gazed dreamily into his eyes for a minute, "You really are beautiful."
He chuckled, "I don't think anyone has said that to me before."
"And your eyes, I can just…" she sighed. Her hand slid to his face and her finger traced his lips. She sighed when the pilot came over the intercom and announced that they were starting the descent into Port Charles. "I guess it's time to face the real world?"
He sighed and nodded. "We should probably get dressed before we face them though." He teased.
