Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 14
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Well, let's just say, I'm a little disappointed with you guys… where have all my reviewers
gone? Are y'all still mad because I didn't update for so long? I told you that I was sorry and I *did*
try to make it up. Okay… so the ultimatum has been issued again, and I'm being the serious
coldhearted bitch I can be, and telling you, less than five reviews and I refuse to update. So click
that button… realized it changed to blue only recently… if you want to see how I try to right the
mess those GH writers have made.
* * *
Jason broke from the intensity of his dream, his breathing shallow and hurried, his body slick with
sweat. His mind still smothered in the heat of the stark images of him and Elizabeth entwined on
the cot in her studio, his body still racked by the aftershocks of his amazing release, and the pain
in his soul at the hazy image of Francis telling him Elizabeth had left Port Charles again. An
image that had faded into nothingness right before he'd jerked from the dream.
*The dream* It had not been real... oh boy... my what a problem... especially for his boxers apparently.
**What the fuck! Faded into nothingness?** his mind registered the absurdity of this – the wishful
absurdity of his dream. Wishful thinking indeed, for although the images were stark against his
senses it had been nothing but a… wet dream – an amazingly vivid and realistic wet dream.
Jason blushed and guiltily turned to Courtney, sleeping peacefully beside him.
He could vaguely taste the sweetness of her lips, feel her smooth skin against his, her soft
womanly curves molded to his masculine hardness. He could remember the abandonment in
their lovemaking… he had thought of nothing, of *no one*. It had been… *amazing*. The way
he'd always imagined it would be.
Jason chuckled ruefully at the irony of his thoughts as he left the bed to clean himself up. **Of
course it was intense… it was nothing but a dream… wishful thinking.**
* * *
Simultaneously, Elizabeth had broken from her fitful lust-laden dream. Her thoughts mirrored
Jason's, halfway across the city from her. **What the fuck!**
The aftershocks, and the pain of the Morning After too had racked her body, but she did not view
the realization that it had been nothing but a dream with rueful amusement. Instead, she began to
cry, in earnest reality this time. For her dreams continued to be haunted by him and the stark
reality was that now, she would never be able to consciously possess his body the way her mind
did.
TBC…
A/N: R&R as always guys, just a bit more earnestly please. I would really appreciate the response
to show you guys are still hanging in there with me. Oh and sorry if I was bitchy in the preceding
A/N, it's just I'm getting desperate her, so pretty please oblige me. I'm beggin' here ;)
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 14
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Well, let's just say, I'm a little disappointed with you guys… where have all my reviewers
gone? Are y'all still mad because I didn't update for so long? I told you that I was sorry and I *did*
try to make it up. Okay… so the ultimatum has been issued again, and I'm being the serious
coldhearted bitch I can be, and telling you, less than five reviews and I refuse to update. So click
that button… realized it changed to blue only recently… if you want to see how I try to right the
mess those GH writers have made.
* * *
Jason broke from the intensity of his dream, his breathing shallow and hurried, his body slick with
sweat. His mind still smothered in the heat of the stark images of him and Elizabeth entwined on
the cot in her studio, his body still racked by the aftershocks of his amazing release, and the pain
in his soul at the hazy image of Francis telling him Elizabeth had left Port Charles again. An
image that had faded into nothingness right before he'd jerked from the dream.
*The dream* It had not been real... oh boy... my what a problem... especially for his boxers apparently.
**What the fuck! Faded into nothingness?** his mind registered the absurdity of this – the wishful
absurdity of his dream. Wishful thinking indeed, for although the images were stark against his
senses it had been nothing but a… wet dream – an amazingly vivid and realistic wet dream.
Jason blushed and guiltily turned to Courtney, sleeping peacefully beside him.
He could vaguely taste the sweetness of her lips, feel her smooth skin against his, her soft
womanly curves molded to his masculine hardness. He could remember the abandonment in
their lovemaking… he had thought of nothing, of *no one*. It had been… *amazing*. The way
he'd always imagined it would be.
Jason chuckled ruefully at the irony of his thoughts as he left the bed to clean himself up. **Of
course it was intense… it was nothing but a dream… wishful thinking.**
* * *
Simultaneously, Elizabeth had broken from her fitful lust-laden dream. Her thoughts mirrored
Jason's, halfway across the city from her. **What the fuck!**
The aftershocks, and the pain of the Morning After too had racked her body, but she did not view
the realization that it had been nothing but a dream with rueful amusement. Instead, she began to
cry, in earnest reality this time. For her dreams continued to be haunted by him and the stark
reality was that now, she would never be able to consciously possess his body the way her mind
did.
TBC…
A/N: R&R as always guys, just a bit more earnestly please. I would really appreciate the response
to show you guys are still hanging in there with me. Oh and sorry if I was bitchy in the preceding
A/N, it's just I'm getting desperate her, so pretty please oblige me. I'm beggin' here ;)