Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor am I associated with Port Charles or ABC in any way, shape or form. I am simply borrowing the characters for entertainment purposes.
Title: The City of Angels
Summary/Couples: I'm going to try the Jack and Alison thing, integrated with the romance of Alison and Rafe, so bear with me if you're not a fan of Jack and Alison together. Constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy. This story takes place after Jack and Alison kiss for the time at his loft.
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The mood was right and the time seemed almost perfect when Jack felt Alison's lips upon his own. He closed his eyes, letting his sense of touch guide him through the special moment. He felt her hand cup his cheek and he rested his hand on her waist, gently anchoring their position. He'd wanted this ever since the day of the photo shoot and their time together on her birthday that not acting on instinct seemed wrong. He'd needed to do this to satisfy the heavy question: Would she let me kiss her? His heart squeezed, realizing exactly how strongly he felt for his best friend. The kiss deepened and he pressed his mouth onto hers the level of passion unable to be ignored. A sigh managed to escape her lips as they lightly caressed Jack's own. He took a handful of hair in his hand softly, wanting to be close to her, but not wanting to overstep his boundaries.
Their sweet embrace lasted until Alison pulled away, her eyes slowly opening and lifting to meet his gaze.
"Ali, I . . .," he began to apologize, but was greeted with her index finger pressed against his lips.
"Sssh," she silenced softly. "Don't say anything. Just hold me," she said, inviting his lips to touch her once more. Jack hesitated. What if she regretted being this intimate with him, rather than with Rafe? But his doubts were shoved to the back of his thoughts when she touched a hand to his face, caressingly. This was undoubtedly what he wanted and the signs she sent confirmed that she felt the same, so he simply, and easily, gave in, pressing his mouth on hers. She arched her back, allowing herself to slide under him on the couch as they sank into the plush cushions of the sofa together. He let a moan of pleasure escape his lips, becoming more and more entangled in their passionate lock. He ran his fingers gently through her sunny blonde strands, letting his fingers linger softly on her neck. He felt her hands roam like an expensive masseuse on his back, clawing lightly and gliding her fingertips along his cotton-clad skin. With one hand she reached around to grab a hand full of the T-Shirt the covered his chest and tugged urgently toward herself, eagerly deepening their kiss. His hand cupped her chin, smoothing over the skin on her jaw.
"Jack . . ." she muttered, quietly her kisses remaining consistent. "Oh, Jack," she repeated, pressing her body into his. His sense worked in beautiful harmony, his body tingling with the warmth created by their closeness and the sensation of acting upon the love he felt for her. He pulled back to create enough space for a whisper to slip past. But he didn't say anything, his heart in his throat, barely able to breathe as her sparkling blue eyes shone back at him, a hint of a smile visible on her lips. He smiled softly, his hand echoing the same gentleness as it combed away the hair that made its way over her delicate features.
"Thank you," Alison finally spoke, her voice soft. He furrowed his brow slightly, curious to know what he'd done to deserve gratitude. She must have read his clueless expression and simply, yet meaningfully added,
"For everything." And with that, she twisted so that they 'spooned' and Jack let his arms drape safely around her as she drifted off to sleep.
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*I know, short, but I needed to start somewhere. So if you've read this and have decided to leave a review, please along with it, help me decide in which way to steer this: Jack/Alison? Or Rafe/Alison? Thanks!