A/N: Sorry, it took so long. I was distracted by the hotness that is the Jaslexis story by ilovetowritesmp. Seriously check it out…it's titled, "Instant Addiction" in her "It Starts With a Kiss" series, seriously CHECK IT OUT. You may want to have an oxygen tank next to you.

alikat…you are still safe this chapter, lol…but not for long.

As soon as she said it she pulled a lip between her teeth and eyed him nervously, "I mean, if me staying here puts you in an awkward position...you know, maybe we should just forget I ever suggested it" she rambled.

It amazed him in a way…that he flustered someone like her…but he didn't like the unsure look in her toffee colored eyes. She had no reason to feel that he wasn't feeling the exact same way about them, "Stay"

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He and his annoying, infuriating one word answers that made her heart flip flop like she was some sixteen year old girl with her first boyfriend. It was foreign; she didn't get like this over men…at least not most of them.

Nodding she looked at him, "Okay"

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"I'm going to go and pick up some clothes from my house…is there anything you need?"

The pain killers had started to kick in and he shook his head before lying back on the couch cushion and closing his eyes. She waited watching as his breathing steadied. She also wasn't the type of woman that watched a man sleep…but Jason was not just another man. Somehow between losing Sonny and this point, he had come to mean much more then just another friend. It took thinking she could lose that for her to start to admit what Jason was to her.

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"Knock, knock" came from her front door.

Alexis stared at the pile of clothes on her bed and groaned. She had torn through half of her wardrobe, packed her bag once, unpacked, and packed it once again; she did not need Diane and her prying eyes.

"Yes" she said cracking the door open.

Diane's face contorted as she pushed through the door, "Is that any way to greet your best friend?" she asked feigning an exaggerated hurt tone before plopping down on the couch.

Rolling her eyes, "Oh, yes come in, have a seat" she said blowing a piece of bang in her face.

Turning she narrowed her eyes and then Alexis saw her catch sight of the satchel by the door, "Where are you going?" she question her eyebrow arched.

"Nowhere" she lied.

Standing up Diane looked to her, "Why are you being so secretive? You're never secretive…unless it's…oh my God, are you going to stay with Jason? Is he taking you away for the weekend? I am shocked, appalled and jealous as hell…tell me, is his stomach as hard as it looks? Because one time he opened the door with just those jeans on and rawr" she asked loudly at first and then trailing off in her own world.

Squeezing her eyes shut she thought about something to say…some way to spin it, but she was tired of excuses, "Before you say anything else, Jason is hurt from his bike accident, but you knew that…and yes, I am going to stay with him, I know exactly what I am doing. Jason is dangerous…or was dangerous" she said waving her hand in the air flippantly, "but I'm a Cassadine and we have dangerous in our DNA. So, in closing, I know exactly what I am doing and don't need any opinions otherwise" she finished.

Clapping Diane smiled, "Well you've sold me counselor…did you sell yourself?"

Groaning she plopped down in the chair, "I never expected this" she admitted.

Shrugging her best friend smiled, "Sometimes the best things are. My only word of advice, take that pair of red silk and lace pajamas that I know you poached from Kate" she said walking towards the door, "And Alexis…I want details" she said saucily before walking out.

Getting up Alexis looked at her bag…and then walked back to her bedroom and opened her top drawer. There the crimson pajamas stared back at her. Biting her lip she grabbed them and walked out of the room.

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There was a certain amount of numbness that reminded him of why he hated taking pain killers. In his former line of work he had always depended on his knee jerk reactions. For so long he had always depended on his gut…somewhere in there; he had stopped listening to it…and the mistakes he made were deadly…and life altering.

Opening his eyes he watches her as she sits at his desk absent mindedly chewing on a pen. He could have never guessed it would be her that would help him to start to really feel again. His life had seemed like a string of loses…and losing Sonny to the violence he had chosen over happiness…it threw him. Alexis had been there making him feel like he wasn't so alone…and it was the grief that had finally made them realize; they weren't too different. Now…he just liked being around her because when he was with her it stopped feeling like his whole life was one big wrong turn after another.

"You're awake" she says looking over.

"Yeah" he says sort of a half groan.

Getting up she leans down to offer some help and he leans in to her inhaling the scent of her shampoo. He loves the way she smells, it's not overly flowery or musky like some women…it's fresh, womanly and it makes him want to bury his face in the crook of her neck.

"I'm okay" he says before straightening out.

Awkwardly she takes the seat next to them and there is a moment of silence, "Are you hungry?" she questions getting up.

Softly he grabs her hand and when she faces him her toffee eyes are slightly widened, "Thank you Alexis…for everything"

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He doesn't wax poetic, he doesn't write love songs or poems, but when he says something…he means it. Looking into his eyes, those crystal blue orbs, and she knows that what he is saying means something more then either of them let on to…but there is a silent understanding that this is not something either takes lightly.

In some ways they are more alike then she ever realized…and they both have guarded hearts…but slowly the walls feel like they are finally crumbling.

His palm is large, rough and it feels like hers was made to fit against it, "You're welcome"

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He's holding her hand as he gets up and then she is pressed against him the heat radiating between them. There is electricity that seems to surround them, just waiting to engulf them at the first spark. Letting go of her hand he brushes the strands of hair out of her face before slowly leaning down and touching his lips to hers.

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This time she doesn't push him away because, in her mind, nothing is more right than this…his mouth on hers softly, his tongue parting her lips, and fingers tangling in hair. He is her air at the moment, the line to the land and the living, and the one thing that makes her spark alive.

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His fingers dig into the soft waves of her hair…he loves the satin in his hand; the way her soft pliable body melds next to his, and it's like all the ache, every regret releases in this moment with her. He's prided himself for the last couple of years at being the master of not losing control…of not breaking apart…not when he lost Emily, Sonny, Michael, Jake…Sam…Elizabeth…but now he feels like letting go; or not giving a damn what anyone is going to think and say, because he wants to be with this woman.

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Sometimes she pushed the hot blooded woman feelings back under the guise that she was a mother and didn't get worked up over a hot man's fevered kisses.

She lied.

Grabbing him she pushed her body as close to his as she could get remembering how good it felt to lose control.

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Part of him wanted to take her and throw her on the couch, damn the throb in his arm, but she heard the slight moan in pain and pulled away.

"You're hurt, I didn't hurt you more, did I. Sit down, let me get you an ice pack…or something" she rambled.

Touching her arm her eyes met his, "I'm fine"

Nodding she waited until he sat, "Jason?"

Shaking his head, "Come here"

Slowly she sank down into his open arms…she wasn't necessarily a cuddler; not unless it was one of her girls…but she wanted to be close to him…because it was the one place she felt safe.