The next morning Sam woke up and stretched languidly, her hand falling on something hard and inviting. Smiling to herself she turned over and hugged her husband's back, throwing a leg over toned cheeks as she kissed the spot where her head landed and ran her hand over magnificent muscles. Her body ached in places that hadn't been reached in years but it was a dull, glorious ache that she welcomed gladly. Hugging his back snugly to her bare chest, Sam kissed it again…she'd missed waking up to him so, so much.

"Good morning Mrs. Morgan!" His voice laden with sleep, Jason smiled contentedly, memories of a sensational, passion-filled wedding night flooding his mind, the soft kisses of his vixen burning where her lips now grazed as he proudly voiced the name to the one woman who had the right to wear it. He was a happy man.

"Mmmhm…that it is, Mr. Morgan." She kissed his back again before he turned over to pull her into his arms, licking her lips softly in greeting as she stretched the full length of her body over his, sliding up against an already hard shaft against her stomach.

Using both hands to grab and squeeze her derriere in response, Jason drew her lips into a passionate kiss, his tongue instantly demanding and gaining entrance to her yearning, seeking mouth, coaxing her hips upward as his shaft found its sheath at her entrance. Reluctantly pulling away from his sublime lips and sinful tongue, Sam moved into a sitting position as she took in more of him, slowly lifting up and down with guidance from his very skillful hands on her hips.

Jason could feel her tight passage grip his rigid member, clasping him tighter as she rotated her hips at the base each time she came down and with her hands braced against his iron chest, Sam balanced herself as she rode him, throwing her head back at the amazing feel of his throbbing hardness impaling her.

Watching as she went up and down, her thrilling breasts bouncing heavily along with her, he couldn't stop from lifting his torso so he could grab a hard, pouty pink nipple between his teeth, using his tongue to tease as she rode him. "Hhhhm!" The feel of her was surreal, from her grip on his steely member to his hold on her hips, to the taste of her mouthwatering breast…he couldn't get enough of his luscious wife.

His wife! She was his again! His heart had led him back to its one true home and they'd made it official in front of the world, and now there was no longer any doubt as to who this magnificent woman whom he loved so much was to him. Succumbing to his primal need to claim her, Jason sucked harder on her tantalizing breast, purposely leaving a red mark as he moved up her neck to that special spot just below her ear, all the while guiding her hard and fast down on him, branding her womanhood as only he could. She hugged him like a glove as rippling sensations blazed his senses and coursed his veins.

"Mmmmmm…" Sam felt like she was floating from the bed though still wrapped around her husband, her head doing a complete one-eighty right before he lifted her hands to intertwine their fingers, pulling her forward as he laid back down and stretched their arms above his head so her breasts would fall right in his face when she collapsed against him. She screamed when he reclaimed a nipple with his mouth and raised his legs to plant his feet flat on the mattress, meeting her rotating hips up and down on his unyielding shaft. The intoxicating sensations from his mouth and his punishing rod made her delirious, and before long her walls were tightening around him as she careened to the edge, gripping him in a vice.

"Oh Gawwd!" Sam cried and purred and moaned all at the same time as the sensation of her hips against his thrusting motion elicited a wild reaction from Jason that had him pounding sinfully against her mound.

"You're mine! Say it, Sam…tell me you only cum for me!" His possessive demand was urgent as his heart ached for the only answer that would soothe its yearning.

"Gaawwd yes, Jason yes! I'm yours! I'm all yours…awwwhhhh - ahh, Jaaaason!" She screamed uninhibitedly as she came with the force of a battering ram, her walls tightening and clutching desperately to the length of him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge to follow her over.

"Fuck, Sam! Fuuuuck!" A kaleidoscope burst upon his senses and his orgasm tore through like a thundering bison, rendering him immobile in surrender and locking his muscles in place as his brain was stormed with ecstasy, sending his warm juices spurting deep within her.

They held on tightly as they came down from high, each kissing the sweat glistened shoulder of the other softly…lovingly.

"I think we may have just given Danny a sister."

His soft words brought to Sam her early fantasy of their lives together where they had a little boy and a little girl to complete their intimate circle of love. She smiled at his comment, silently hoping it to be true, however unlikely. Nothing would please her more than to share another miniature, or ten, with the man she loved. She kissed his shoulder again in sated bliss, "From your mouth…"

Flipping her in his arms so she landed on the bed beneath him, he pressed himself to her sexy body, her skin feeling supple and sublime, causing him to smile that tiny little smirk that like he, was hers and hers alone, "We should do it again…just to make sure!"

It was mid afternoon before they stumbled out of bed, grudgingly facing the world when room service showed up for the second time that day, the first fervently ignored as they remained in their intimate bubble and barely registered the midmorning breakfast knock and announcement for Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, no doubt sent up by Carly. It was only the grumbling of their protesting stomachs which prodded them now to abandon the ardent task of relearning and reacquainting each with the other's body, a task which they were eager to get back to once nourishment was sought. The rhythm they had fallen back into was easy and relaxed, as though they had never spent a moment away from the pleasure of the ecstasy that always lived between them.

As they fed each other fruit and a chunky chicken salad champagne lunch on the floor where they laid out their bridal picnic near the terrace doors to watch the cleansing rain that beat the exterior, Jason thought of their first honeymoon. The cruel, tragic way in which it ended was something he needed to change for her…he had to give her better, untarnished memories to replace the horrid pain.

Feeding her a grape he looked at her sweet, happy face and it filled his heart again that she was his…heart, body and soul she had pledged to be his for eternity, and he would spend every single day honoring the rare and priceless gem that was Samantha Morgan. She knew him, really knew him…and yet she loved him still. He'd hurt her, placed others' needs ahead of hers time and again…and yet she'd always forgiven his stupid, blind eye. She loved him still…had fought for him against countless, outweighing odds. "I want to take you away - where do you want to see?"

She smiled as the happiness in her heart kept brimming over uncontrollably every time she looked at her husband. He was home…he was hers…he was here!

"I'd go anywhere with you!" She thought about it for a second then added, "Hawaii."

Jason lowered his eyes as he reached for another handful of grapes, the turmoil that followed the memory of her ordeal on their last trip to Hawaii never far from him. Not lifting his eyes he asked quietly, "Are you sure? Maybe we should go somewhere else."

Reaching her hand out to take hold of his that laid idly between them, Sam raised it to her lips and rested against slender fingers that knew every inch of her body and played every nerve ending so very well. She eyed the troubled expression that marred his handsome, gentle face and knew where his thoughts laid.

"Look at me." Her command was soft but insistent, and as his eyes met hers he felt his heart race at the love he saw there as she continued, "Hawaii was our place long before it was tainted for us. We built so many great memories there that I will never allow him or anyone else to ever ruin it, so I want us to take it back! I don't want to ever give him that power over us, not ever!" She kissed his fingers again, "Let's take our place back baby…right now!"

His heart lunged with ache for her - the humongous, prideful, lustful, admirable ache for the one woman who held its key within the confines of her own. His head shook in wonder as he studied her closely.

"How are you always so strong?" He stroked her cheek as the rain battered the window with pounding pellets. "You're the tiniest little thing yet nothing ever breaks my Phoenix - no matter what or who tries!"

He marveled at the way she lived and he loved the way she loved him. His life had been surrounded by danger and trouble seemingly at every corner, but she had never abandoned him. She'd made him a promise to love him through everything and she had more than kept that promise. Nothing had scared her away from loving him, even though some of the worse things one could think of had befallen her because of whom she was to him…she loved him through all of it.

Finally nodding his agreement, he knew he would always give her anything she wanted and if she wanted to take their power back he would gladly hand it and the bastard's head over to her.

"Okay," he acceded. "We'll go to Maui and make it ours again, just like we did before." Drawing back the hand still held in hers to his lips and reaching down to kiss her fingers as his eyes roamed her beautiful face, he made her a promise, "…We'll make it even better than before!"

Her smile shone brightly through the rainy day when she agreed, "…Better than before!"

The rest of the lazy, wet afternoon and night was spent back in bed, very much reflective of the weather outside…wet, dripping, and ongoing.

Two days later they had packed up their little boy and flown across the world to their secluded Hawaiian getaway, renting a tiny cottage reminiscent of the one they'd had before to lose themselves in their joyous little family. For Sam, experiencing one of their favorite places and adventures with their baby was emotional and life affirming, and she reveled in carefree days spent combing the shores and watching for rainbows.

Danny raced to find the end of the rainbow every time he saw one, in search of the fabled leprechaun with a pot of gold from his bedtime story that grandma read. He would walk until his little feet got tired or the rainbow disappeared and Jason would hoist him to his shoulders and run along the shore or off into the waves, with him squealing like the happy little boy he was. They paddle boarded and soaked up the rays by day and watched the stars at night, building bonfires on the beach and roasting pork chunks and pineapples by moonlight. Danny and his father lapped through pages of the Hawaiian travel book together, learning everything there was to know about their new home away from home. His curious little mind drank up every detail about the island they were on and he marveled at how far from Port Charles it was.

Their favorite week was the one that included touring the bamboo forest and the waterfalls in Haleakala, and driving the very scenic road to Hana on the northeastern shore of Maui. Sam looked next to her in the open jeep to see Danny, securely fastened in his seatbelt, throw his hands in the air and laughing as the wind zipped through them as they drove.

"Momma, look…" He pointed towards the dazzling sun overhead as it shimmered in the cloudless sky, "Put your hands up like this…it's fuuun!"

Jason eyed them in the rearview and chuckled to see his wife imitate their son, both yelling their glee into the calm afternoon, like they were on an imaginary ferris wheel, and it thrilled him as he cautiously transported the most precious cargo he'd ever had.

The night before they returned home they lounged on the lanai, their baby worn out and asleep between them, no doubt dreaming of sand and surf and pineapple patches as far as the eye could see. He'd loved every minute of their trip, right down to picking his own pineapples on their visit to a local grove.

"Are you happy?" Jason watched his beautiful wife as she watched their sleeping baby, and he'd never been more fulfilled in his life.

Sam smiled at her husband as she shook her head in wonder, resting back against the chaise where she laid and smoothed her son's golden lochs. "I'm so happy I could burst, Jason!" Then she busted out laughing, "Which can't be good. Every time this happens to us we get hit by a typhoon - I can't wait to see what it will be this time, but given how over the moon I am right now, I know it's gonna be a doozy!"

"Don't say that! I'll never let anything touch us again, Sam. We finally have everything we've ever wanted and I'll be damned if I let anybody come between us." He reached across his son to stroke her soft cheek, then rested a strong hand atop hers that lovingly stroked their son's hair, translating silent strength, as his gaze fell on his little boy's peaceful face. "You're my heart…I'll never let anybody hurt you again!"

Bending slightly, Jason kissed the top of his son's head before moving over to brush his wife's lips, his own sealing his promise with all the devotion of a man in love with his family, all that he held dear. Sam knew from the heavenly feel of his soft caress that he would die before he'd let anything touch them and the rhythmic sync of her heart with his signaled fully the world would be well advised to keep out of their way.

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