The Longest Night

This chapter takes place on February 8th in the city of Port Charles, New York between the hour of 3 am and 4 am.

Chapter Thirty Seven

The Tenth Hour- Part Three

3:30 am

Matt got called into a surgery so he couldn't chase down Nadine after she accused him of making her last on his list of the women he found hot and interesting.

If she only knew the truth. He figured he better find her and have it out with her cause she was the type to make up wild stories in her head if she didn't know the facts about something.

He was nervous to see her and say what he had to say but he knew she was way too important to just ignore, and let slip away on this blistery winter night.

After asking around he found out from Epiphany that Nadine had went to the cafeteria. Heading down there he spotted her, the only person in the room, at a table in the corner. Her knees were under her chin. She had a Styrofoam cup of something sitting there in front of her. Her eyes were staring into space.

Matt sauntered over. "What are you doing sitting all by yourself down here?"

"Hiding," she admitted softly. "What are you doing down here?"

"Looking for a woman who is hiding."

"Just so you can make me embarrass myself some more. Where are your manners, Matthew?"

"Where is your shame? You're taken and yet you call me out for having female friends?"

"Friends! You know that's a lie. Go away. I don't want to talk to you anymore, you womanizing man whore."

Now she was just being silly. He knew it. She knew it. She was getting emotional and saying stuff that wasn't close to being true. After all she was the one who kept trying to get Matt to stop lusting after women he couldn't have and go for a woman he could.

He wanted to do that too. So he flirted with Maxie, but he ached over Nadine.

"I'll have you know that there's been no one in my bed since I moved to Port Charles. But there's someone in yours." He leaned close to her. "You have a Prince in your bed. So why do you care who's in mine?"

She looked into his eyes. "Because Nikolas is a really good fantasy but you....you're a really good reality."

Matt lifted her out of her chair, as she let out a yelp, and her legs wrapped around his waist. He stared into her blue, pretty, scheming eyes. "The Prince is gonna miss out big time, it looks like."

"Why?" she whimpered.

His boyish grin curved his lips. "Why do you think I'm holding you right now?"

"Because you want someone in your bed and everyone else said no?"

"Because I want you in my bed and you're going to say yes, aren't you, Agent Crowell?"

Her eyes lit up. She leaned over to kiss him but he abruptly set her down. "What? What's the matter?"

"Dump the Prince first."

"If I do that..."

"If?"

"If I break up with this really great man..."

"Geez, is this really still a question? I'm standing here....making you an offer that you shouldn't be able to refuse."

"Dial back the ego. If I was to leave Nikolas..."

"One more if and I'm walking out of here."

"And I'd follow you and I know where you work, live, and shop."

"Of course you do. You know everything there is to know about me. Except that I have a thing for you."

"You do?" Her eyes were wide.

"Nadine!"

"What?"

"I'm making you an offer! An offer!"

"Okay, but that's just because I've shamelessly thrown myself at you tonight. Not because you ever noticed me before."

Matt picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. The headed out of the cafeteria.

She squealed "What are you doing? What is this? Matthew Hunter, put me down!"

"I'm taking you to get a psych consult."

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3:34 am

Johnny lay on his side on the bed, his pinkie still locked around Maxie's, as she lay on her side facing him. They had been talking for half an hour.

He finally said "You can't be comfortable in that dress."

"You trying to get me naked again?" She smirked at him.

"Would you have a problem with that?"

"Hell no." She stood up and slipped out of her dress, then got in bed again. Her leg tangled between his. "Its too intense to resist....isn't it?"

"Yeah," he brought his mouth down to her "it sure as hell is."

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3:35 am

Matt set Nadine down only when they were in the elevator. Then he pinned her against the wall. He kissed her neck until she started to squirm. "This isn't new for me....you picked the Prince and I showed up in town and it was too late....all that crazy stalking you did, not withstanding. You picked Nikolas. I picked you."

"No, you picked Maxie."

"I told you that was a game! A distraction! What should I do? Sit around like Patrick and cry over you not liking me back?"

"Your brother doesn't cry over women."

"He's an emotional sap and you know it."

"You could use to be more emotional."

The doors of the elevator opened. An orderly was there with a cleaning cart. Matt barked "This one's all full up!" and pressed the 'close doors' button.

"That was rude, Matthew. That man is just trying to do his job."

"For fuck's sake, Nadine, concentrate!"

"Don't you dare curse at me."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

In a soft, unsure voice she asked "You have a crush on me?"

"That's what I'm trying to say here."

She hugged him. "Wow."

"You......you...." he spat out in frustration "dump the Prince!"

"I will! Stop bossing me."

"God, Nadine....this is...."He voice was filled with awe as he looked into her eyes. "I want to kiss you more than is even sane right now."

"So kiss me."

"After you dump him." Matt's eyes searched hers "Are you sure you can?"

She stared in his eyes for a long moment. "Kiss me, Matthew."

"You aren't sure?"

"Just kiss me. Now."

"Dump him and get sure or leave me the hell alone." He turned away from her, breathing heavily.

She touched his back. "Matthew."

The doors opened and he walked off. Nadine called after him. "This is the wrong floor!"

He kept walking.

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3:38 am

Johnny's mouth suckled at Maxie's lace covered breast, before he pushed up the bra and took her bare flesh in.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her back arching. "I need this so much right now....I need to feel...."

He licked at her and then stopped. "Say it."

"Like I'm not totally alone."

"Not as long as I'm alive."

Was it love? It couldn't be yet....maybe one day, maybe never...but they were something. Some wild force the world would have to reckon with.

His mouth captured her flesh again, sucking and twirling his tongue over her, drawing out sweet little moans. They lost themselves in sex. Escaped who they feared they were. Found who they knew they were.

Got stronger being this weak. Became the unforgiven, together, hand in hand, both guilty as sin.

Soon her limbs were locked around him. He was thrusting into her- fast and relentlessly, claiming her as his new obsession over and over, making her feel like she was someone she used to know again.

Did she hate herself sometimes back in the days of dirty videos, pill pushing, and sex bets? She did. But did she also know back then that she could survive anything? More than she had when this night started.

Maxie would not ever downplay who Spinelli and Lulu were to her...never again...she would go to them and tell them to their faces that she loved them, and that she wanted to make this right again.

But she could not be perfect.

She wasn't ready for that. For them, that way. For complete everything- all that trust resting in her hands. She was ready for this...for Johnny to need her more, most, for her to be just enough to get him through the night.

For him to be her way to self destruct and her way to remake herself all over again- mixing together the parts she was scared to embrace once everyone died the year before and also the beautiful, special, sweet new parts that two people were kind enough to give her.

She hurt them both. If they could see her now they would hate her more. But they would really see her then. See she was not perfect.

And the day they could love this mess Maxie was....might be the day she could start to be truly whole. She would get there though, one way or the other. She hoped it was with Johnny, Spinelli and Lulu...but this long, long night had showed her that, if worse came to worse, Maxie Jones could survive making big mistakes and taking big chances again. And that made her feel like the woman she lost when she went to three funerals in a row.

She was becoming a new version of herself, wrapped all around the hard, sweaty body of a mob prince.

Note-

The Muse is not cooperating right now as far as this story goes so I have to wait for her to come back before I can continue.

Sara