Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 8
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I kinda like a half-drunk Alexis. I wonder what would have happened if Sonny'd been her
companion and not Liz…;). Anyways, we've had Elizabeth's take on the dinner from hell. How do
you think Jason felt having two women who both have his heart sitting so close together under
one roof? I'm not sure how to write this but here goes… Enjoy!
* * *
The Loft (earlier that evening, just after the dinner from hell)
"That went well," said Courtney sarcastically, her voice tinged with sadness, as Jason opened the
door to their loft. "I'm surprised she didn't leap across the table and stab me with her knife."
The image of her petite niece leaping across the table and raising anything to harm anyone lifted
a sad smile to her lips. "Carly had fun, though."
Jason frowned. "I didn't think it was very funny."
Courtney raised an eyebrow but didn't answer him.
"I'm gonna get a beer," he said suddenly, turning away from her. "You want anything?" he asked
as he made his way to their small kitchen.
"No, thanks," declined Courtney. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed."
Upstairs, Courtney surveyed the room in which they'd slept together for almost two years. The
bed was neatly made, with a colorful quilt smoothed over it. Candles and pictures of them lay
scattered along the bedside tables and bookshelf in the corner. Knick-knacks from their travels
were also sandwiched between Jason's travel books and her trashy romance novels.
Courtney smiled as she picked up the picture of them in Italy. She smiling beautifully, he so
strong, so silent as they stood before the crowded Coliseum in Rome. **I'd been so happy, then**
she thought. **But Jason… he was almost in another world…**
Frowning slightly she set the picture down and turned away. She would never forget that very
same night, after they'd laid sweaty and languid between the sheets, he had murmured softly, 'Id
gotten it for you. It reminded me of you, Elizabeth.'
She'd never spoken of this to him, but she had
clung to him even harder, loved him even more, resigned to the fact that, no matter how much he
denied it, Jason Morgan still loved Elizabeth Corinthos….
* * *
By the time Jason made it back upstairs, Courtney was fast asleep. Her long blonde hair spread
like a halo on her pillow, her breathing deep and even. She looked so peaceful and so content.
Sighing softly, Jason sat at the end of the king-sized bed and removed his boots, careful that his
added weight would not cause Courtney to wake up. His thoughts drifted back to the dinner
tonight, to the cruel joke Carly had played in order to get them all there. He had been serious; he
hadn't thought it funny at all.
He had said nothing throughout the entire dinner. Albeit he had had nothing to say. But, even if
he had, his tongue would have been glued to the roof of his tongue as he gazed at her from
across the dinner table.
She had seemed so small, so sad sitting there next to her uncle. Until Courtney had asked to
pass the potatoes and she'd broken out in giggles. **What was up with that?**
She'd also looked damned beautiful. Her blue eyes were perfectly complimented by that oh so
distracting sweater that would've looked frumpy on anybody else, and a demure denim skirt that
slit in the back to about three inches shy of her perfectly rounded….
**Ugh! Stop it!** he looked guiltily at the woman sleeping beside him as he removed his shirt and
jeans, clad only in his boxer-briefs. But his thoughts kept reverting to earlier that evening.
He'd soon become distracted by everything she did. The way she chewed her meat, almost
thoughtfully contemplating each bite, the way the wine slid down her throat… the way she'd licked
her lips in anticipation of the sinfully decadent chocolate-caramel dessert…
His lustful thoughts couldn't stop him remembering the hurt in her eyes as he helped Courtney
with her coat that evening. The way she'd swallowed heavily and couldn't meet anyone's eyes
before she'd bolted with some lame excuse about seeing Ric to his car.
He'd known he'd hurt her. Why, he didn't know. She'd made it perfectly clear she was over him,
that she would stay away, but then again, Liz had never been good at staying away. **Neither
had I** he thought ruefully. Because, heaven knows, although he was faithful to Courtney in body,
the same thing couldn't be said for his mind.
In the one day since she'd returned, at night, his mind had constantly betrayed him with images of
Liz beneath him, crooning husky words of encouragement in his ear; a slick and deliciously
satisfied Liz panting as her body slid down from Nirvana; a soft and warm Liz who slept soundly
in his arms….
He groaned softly again. Those were images he could dream about till the cows came home, but
were *never* going to be a reality.
Quietly, he turned to look at Courtney again. His eyes fell to the picture of them in Italy. **That
should've been you and Liz** his rogue mind stated.
"Shut up," Jason muttered. But in the back of his mind, he quietly agreed. He slid between the
sheets and gathered Courtney into his arms, hugging her fiercely, willing all his loving thoughts of
her to surface. She stirred and placed a soft kiss on the pulse of his throat before settling back to
sleep again.
Jason, closed his eyes, enjoying the silence of the room, save Courtney's breathing. His fatigue
should have willed him to sleep, but instead, he found himself dreaming of a petite brunette with
eyes like blue pools, and soft, wet kisses that went on forever.
His eyes snapped opened and he silently cursed. It was going to be a *long* night for him, too….
TBC…
A/N: Such sweet torment? R&R as always. Begging here again. Ultimatum still stands, I'm not
kidding. I'll be waiting to hear from you guys… !Ciao!
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 8
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I kinda like a half-drunk Alexis. I wonder what would have happened if Sonny'd been her
companion and not Liz…;). Anyways, we've had Elizabeth's take on the dinner from hell. How do
you think Jason felt having two women who both have his heart sitting so close together under
one roof? I'm not sure how to write this but here goes… Enjoy!
* * *
The Loft (earlier that evening, just after the dinner from hell)
"That went well," said Courtney sarcastically, her voice tinged with sadness, as Jason opened the
door to their loft. "I'm surprised she didn't leap across the table and stab me with her knife."
The image of her petite niece leaping across the table and raising anything to harm anyone lifted
a sad smile to her lips. "Carly had fun, though."
Jason frowned. "I didn't think it was very funny."
Courtney raised an eyebrow but didn't answer him.
"I'm gonna get a beer," he said suddenly, turning away from her. "You want anything?" he asked
as he made his way to their small kitchen.
"No, thanks," declined Courtney. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed."
Upstairs, Courtney surveyed the room in which they'd slept together for almost two years. The
bed was neatly made, with a colorful quilt smoothed over it. Candles and pictures of them lay
scattered along the bedside tables and bookshelf in the corner. Knick-knacks from their travels
were also sandwiched between Jason's travel books and her trashy romance novels.
Courtney smiled as she picked up the picture of them in Italy. She smiling beautifully, he so
strong, so silent as they stood before the crowded Coliseum in Rome. **I'd been so happy, then**
she thought. **But Jason… he was almost in another world…**
Frowning slightly she set the picture down and turned away. She would never forget that very
same night, after they'd laid sweaty and languid between the sheets, he had murmured softly, 'Id
gotten it for you. It reminded me of you, Elizabeth.'
She'd never spoken of this to him, but she had
clung to him even harder, loved him even more, resigned to the fact that, no matter how much he
denied it, Jason Morgan still loved Elizabeth Corinthos….
* * *
By the time Jason made it back upstairs, Courtney was fast asleep. Her long blonde hair spread
like a halo on her pillow, her breathing deep and even. She looked so peaceful and so content.
Sighing softly, Jason sat at the end of the king-sized bed and removed his boots, careful that his
added weight would not cause Courtney to wake up. His thoughts drifted back to the dinner
tonight, to the cruel joke Carly had played in order to get them all there. He had been serious; he
hadn't thought it funny at all.
He had said nothing throughout the entire dinner. Albeit he had had nothing to say. But, even if
he had, his tongue would have been glued to the roof of his tongue as he gazed at her from
across the dinner table.
She had seemed so small, so sad sitting there next to her uncle. Until Courtney had asked to
pass the potatoes and she'd broken out in giggles. **What was up with that?**
She'd also looked damned beautiful. Her blue eyes were perfectly complimented by that oh so
distracting sweater that would've looked frumpy on anybody else, and a demure denim skirt that
slit in the back to about three inches shy of her perfectly rounded….
**Ugh! Stop it!** he looked guiltily at the woman sleeping beside him as he removed his shirt and
jeans, clad only in his boxer-briefs. But his thoughts kept reverting to earlier that evening.
He'd soon become distracted by everything she did. The way she chewed her meat, almost
thoughtfully contemplating each bite, the way the wine slid down her throat… the way she'd licked
her lips in anticipation of the sinfully decadent chocolate-caramel dessert…
His lustful thoughts couldn't stop him remembering the hurt in her eyes as he helped Courtney
with her coat that evening. The way she'd swallowed heavily and couldn't meet anyone's eyes
before she'd bolted with some lame excuse about seeing Ric to his car.
He'd known he'd hurt her. Why, he didn't know. She'd made it perfectly clear she was over him,
that she would stay away, but then again, Liz had never been good at staying away. **Neither
had I** he thought ruefully. Because, heaven knows, although he was faithful to Courtney in body,
the same thing couldn't be said for his mind.
In the one day since she'd returned, at night, his mind had constantly betrayed him with images of
Liz beneath him, crooning husky words of encouragement in his ear; a slick and deliciously
satisfied Liz panting as her body slid down from Nirvana; a soft and warm Liz who slept soundly
in his arms….
He groaned softly again. Those were images he could dream about till the cows came home, but
were *never* going to be a reality.
Quietly, he turned to look at Courtney again. His eyes fell to the picture of them in Italy. **That
should've been you and Liz** his rogue mind stated.
"Shut up," Jason muttered. But in the back of his mind, he quietly agreed. He slid between the
sheets and gathered Courtney into his arms, hugging her fiercely, willing all his loving thoughts of
her to surface. She stirred and placed a soft kiss on the pulse of his throat before settling back to
sleep again.
Jason, closed his eyes, enjoying the silence of the room, save Courtney's breathing. His fatigue
should have willed him to sleep, but instead, he found himself dreaming of a petite brunette with
eyes like blue pools, and soft, wet kisses that went on forever.
His eyes snapped opened and he silently cursed. It was going to be a *long* night for him, too….
TBC…
A/N: Such sweet torment? R&R as always. Begging here again. Ultimatum still stands, I'm not
kidding. I'll be waiting to hear from you guys… !Ciao!