She dried off quickly, smoothing her favorite peppermint scented lotion on her skin. It made her body tingle, yet didn't smell too strong. She swept her wet hair up into a clip, intending on drying it after her make up. Instead, when she looked in the mirror, she liked what she saw and decided to leave it that way. She choose a deep purple eye shadow, to deepen the blue of her eyes.
Shedding her robe, she sauntered across the hall to her bedroom and stood before her closet. Her teeth chewed on her lower lip while she scanned the clothes before her, finally settling on a pair of black leather pants. And to go with the pants, she chose a white V-neck tee shirt from her bureau. To complete the look, she slipped on a pair of Doc Martens. Her eyes lingered on the clock which read 10:30 pm, and Elizabeth silently wondered if Jason would even be at Jake's.
Her doubt melted away when she spotted his bike in the parking lot. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Her eyes instantly fell upon the bank of pool tables in search of him. When she located him, her lips started to curve upwards, only to be frozen in a half smile when she noticed some bleach blonde bimbo draping herself all over him. Elizabeth kicked herself for thinking that he would be alone this late at night, and turned around to sit at the bar.
She could hear the woman's grating laughter above everything else in the hazy bar, and it made Elizabeth grit her teeth. How she could think that a man as good looking as Jason Morgan would want anything to do with her? She downed the beer in two big swallows, cursing herself inwardly and outwardly. Elizabeth never felt so grateful when the beast finally stopped her insipid laughing, waving her hand in the air to get the bartenders attention. Before she could ask him for another beer, someone behind her cut her off.
"Two beers please," the man behind her order, squeezing himself in between her and the man sitting next to her.
Elizabeth's body stiffened when she heard his voice, and she instantly turned her head away from him. But it was too late.
"Beth?" he asked, his hand touching her shoulder.
Through the thin cotton of her tee shirt, Elizabeth could feel the searing heat he generated, and it spread throughout her body. "Oh Jason, hi." She refused eye contact, not wanting him to see how disappointed she was at seeing him with another woman.
He leaned his elbow on the bar, effectively pinning Elizabeth to her bar stool. Her knee brushed against his hip, and it made her jump. "Hi," he replied. "I didn't see you come in." He looked up when the bartender set two bottles on the bar. Jason looked back to the pool tables to see what the annoying blonde was doing. Satisfied that she'd moved on, he placed the second bottle of beer in front of Elizabeth.
"Thanks." She took a drink from the bottle, still avoiding his eyes.
Jason glanced around the bar, at the clock, and then back at Elizabeth. "Want to get out of here?"
Elizabeth nearly spit out the beer in her mouth. Fortunately for her, she managed to swallow, the liquid like a tennis ball in her throat. "And go where?"
Jason shrugged, "Anywhere." His eyes sparkled. He would rather be anywhere than at that bar, at that moment.
Elizabeth remembered the short sleeve shirt she was wearing, and cursed herself for not grabbing something to wear over it before she left the apartment.
Before she could turn him down, he glanced at her arms, realizing her hesitation. "You can wear my coat again."
Elizabeth laughed, "And what about you? You'll freeze?" She took another swallow of beer, more and more sure that all she wanted was to hop on the back of his bike and ride forever.
Jason shook his head. "It doesn't bother me. Besides, I'd like to show you around Port Charles." He watched her tongue slip between her lips to lick them, felt his own lips itch to kiss her.
Elizabeth looked back at the bottle of beer, her fingertips gently peeling the label away while she mulled his offer over in her mind. "Ok." She looked at him, startled by the deep sapphire color of his eyes.
"Ok," he repeated, reaching into his pocket to pay the bartender. He grabbed his jacket from the pool table, shoving past the annoying blonde, and handed it to Elizabeth. When they got outside to his bike, he handed her the helmet. "Hold on tight this time, ok?"
She nodded, taking the clip out of her hair so she could put the helmet on. "I learned my lesson last night," she replied with a devilish glint in her eye. She let him get on the bike first, and then she followed suit, wrapping her arms around his torso right off the bat.
He closed his eyes, his stomach muscles clenching underneath her arms.
It had been a long time since Jason felt this kind of reaction, and he
liked it. He felt the weight of the helmet resting on his back and,
taking it as a sign, turned the key to start the engine.