Title: "Elegantly Wasted" 7/?
Author: Mala
E-mail: malisita@yahoo.com
Fandom: "General Hospital"
Rating/Classification: R, AU, SnC, LoCa
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them.
Summary: You can't change the inevitable.
Hours and a lifetime ago, Caroline had found a man across the ballroom intriguing. Now she knew more about him than she had ever wanted to learn. More about herself. More about what she could never have...
A moment's peace.
He awoke while she was dressing, stirring slowly as the sleep fell from his eyes. She cursed, once again, the out-of-fashion hoops, the stockings, that Miss Bobbie had insisted she wear over her chemise.
"Where...?" His voice was raspy, as if he'd forgotten how to use it. Aged and worn from his secrets. "Where...where are you going?"
She started on the row of faux pearl buttons that fastened the back of her gown, hooking them one after the other efficiently. "A messenger came while you were asleep," she lied, fluidly. "Miguel has scarlet fever and he's crying for his mama." She did not routinely make bargains with God, but she sent up a silent prayer that her fabrication would not become truth. "I have to leave for the convent immediately."
Her voice was vaguely high and shrill to her own ears, but this, at least, was honest. She had to reach her boy...she had to make certain he was safe.
She had to be certain that Jason Morgan could not reach him from beyond the grave.
Lorenzo's handsome, deceitful, face had drained of all color and he threw aside the sheets as he climbed, purposefully, from the bed. "Let me come with you, querida."
"No," she cried, far too quickly. Too indiscreetly. "No...you've all ready done enough for me, Senor," she assured. with more restraint. She closed her eyes so the sudden tears, the mark of his betrayal, would not show. "Please...please just let me leave."
He crossed the room in two rapid strides, uncaring of his nudity, and even with the horrors she had heard from his lips, she could not look away. Gold and brown and muscle and sinew. He was a beautiful liar.
Just like her.
So, she could not hate him. She understood him.
She understood the cost.
"Caroline." He took her face in his palms, tilting her eyes up, forcing her to look...to feel the bitterly tender brush of his mouth against her cheek. "I'm sorry."
She tasted blood and memory on his tongue as she, fiercely, kissed him for the last time. She gave him back salt and regret. "I'm sorry, too," she whispered as she found her slippers and moved towards the door.
Her hand was on the knob leading away from this magical, momentary, whore's fantasy when she turned and offered him one last caress with her eyes.
One last stinging kiss.
"Be sure to tell Jason that I will see him in Hell."
***
"How do you know she'll be here?"
Those devilish, thin, lips quirked with cold amusement. "The same way you do. Instinct. The way she tastes."
Michael's hands fisted to keep from wrapping around the other man's throat. Because he knew...he knew Jason was right.
Once Caroline was in a man's blood, he had her there forever. In his heart, in his head, in his soul.
He knew her deepest desires.
He knew how she liked her beignets, hot and crisp from the patisserie in the morning.
He knew she would break open Lorenzo Alcazar's secrets...and die trying to protect her child.
Just as he knew that was exactly what Jason intended.
Love inevitably made you wise.
Up until the moment it made you a fool.
Author: Mala
E-mail: malisita@yahoo.com
Fandom: "General Hospital"
Rating/Classification: R, AU, SnC, LoCa
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them.
Summary: You can't change the inevitable.
Hours and a lifetime ago, Caroline had found a man across the ballroom intriguing. Now she knew more about him than she had ever wanted to learn. More about herself. More about what she could never have...
A moment's peace.
He awoke while she was dressing, stirring slowly as the sleep fell from his eyes. She cursed, once again, the out-of-fashion hoops, the stockings, that Miss Bobbie had insisted she wear over her chemise.
"Where...?" His voice was raspy, as if he'd forgotten how to use it. Aged and worn from his secrets. "Where...where are you going?"
She started on the row of faux pearl buttons that fastened the back of her gown, hooking them one after the other efficiently. "A messenger came while you were asleep," she lied, fluidly. "Miguel has scarlet fever and he's crying for his mama." She did not routinely make bargains with God, but she sent up a silent prayer that her fabrication would not become truth. "I have to leave for the convent immediately."
Her voice was vaguely high and shrill to her own ears, but this, at least, was honest. She had to reach her boy...she had to make certain he was safe.
She had to be certain that Jason Morgan could not reach him from beyond the grave.
Lorenzo's handsome, deceitful, face had drained of all color and he threw aside the sheets as he climbed, purposefully, from the bed. "Let me come with you, querida."
"No," she cried, far too quickly. Too indiscreetly. "No...you've all ready done enough for me, Senor," she assured. with more restraint. She closed her eyes so the sudden tears, the mark of his betrayal, would not show. "Please...please just let me leave."
He crossed the room in two rapid strides, uncaring of his nudity, and even with the horrors she had heard from his lips, she could not look away. Gold and brown and muscle and sinew. He was a beautiful liar.
Just like her.
So, she could not hate him. She understood him.
She understood the cost.
"Caroline." He took her face in his palms, tilting her eyes up, forcing her to look...to feel the bitterly tender brush of his mouth against her cheek. "I'm sorry."
She tasted blood and memory on his tongue as she, fiercely, kissed him for the last time. She gave him back salt and regret. "I'm sorry, too," she whispered as she found her slippers and moved towards the door.
Her hand was on the knob leading away from this magical, momentary, whore's fantasy when she turned and offered him one last caress with her eyes.
One last stinging kiss.
"Be sure to tell Jason that I will see him in Hell."
***
"How do you know she'll be here?"
Those devilish, thin, lips quirked with cold amusement. "The same way you do. Instinct. The way she tastes."
Michael's hands fisted to keep from wrapping around the other man's throat. Because he knew...he knew Jason was right.
Once Caroline was in a man's blood, he had her there forever. In his heart, in his head, in his soul.
He knew her deepest desires.
He knew how she liked her beignets, hot and crisp from the patisserie in the morning.
He knew she would break open Lorenzo Alcazar's secrets...and die trying to protect her child.
Just as he knew that was exactly what Jason intended.
Love inevitably made you wise.
Up until the moment it made you a fool.