~*~ Falling Soft Between
The Sheets ~*~

*~* Jason's Penthouse *~*

Jason sat on the foot of the guest bed shocked. He had kissed his baby sister's best friend breathless and then held her until she drifted off to sleep. What was worse was that he enjoyed kissing and holding her. He loved it. That was wrong. Very Wrong. Jason saw her stir and the sheet that had been covering her fell past her waist. And there was that shirt. Such a horrid shirt. It made him nuts. Also Wrong. Very, Very Wrong.

"He's hott," Jason's head shot up as Liz mumbled in her sleep. Jason smiled. She talked in her sleep. Maybe if he talked to her, she'd talk back to him. This could be fun.

"Who's hott, Lizzie?" Jason almost laughed as she smiled brightly in her sleep.

"EM! You know him," Jason's smiled slipped to a scowl.

"You say a lot of people are hott!" Jason stumbled for a way to object.

"Jason's hott!" Liz growled back as she rolled over and fell deeper asleep. Jason rushed out of the room and laughed outside it. This was all wrong. Very, Very, Very, Wrong. But Fun. A lot of Fun. But WRONG! Jason decided to stash Em's stuff in the other room, and give Liz more privacy and more room. Glad that he had some sound proofing put up. It might come in handy, with Emily there. Bad thought. Way Past Wrong. Jason groaned and headed downstairs.

A few hours later he heard Elizabeth's soft steps on the couch. He remained laying, and shut his eyes. He made sure his breathing was evened out. Elizabeth looked down at him. The memories of their kiss hit her like a ton of bricks. She tip toed around to kneel next to him with a smile. She pressed her lips to his and slowly pulled away. Her face lingered an inch or two away from him.

"Thank you," She meant to say more, but a hand gripped the back of her head and crushed her lips onto his. Jason was awake. Elizabeth pulled back. This was SO wrong.

"Ja- Jason... Hey, no no no, wait.... Jase," Jason stopped kissing her and looked at her. It was hard not to start kissing her again. Real hard.

"Huh?" Jason sneaked a quick kiss.

"We have to talk. We need to talk. We can't just do this. We have to talk. We need words!" Jason laughed as her face became flushed and she rambled.

"Okay, you just used a bunch of words.... Can we kiss again, yet?" Elizabeth groaned this was going to be FAR from easy.

"Jason, stop it!" Elizabeth giggled as he tried to pull her close. "Where is this going?" Jason groaned and threw his head back.

"Do you have to map out everything?" Jason tilted his head and looked at her. Dead Serious.

"No," She answered simply. Jason waited for her to say more, but she never did.

"Then, why did you ask me to tell you where this is going. Why map it out? Why not just let it happen?" Jason saw something in her eyes flare. He was pushing some button of hers... Which one?

"I just wanted to know if this could be something real, or just messing around! I have a right to know that!" Elizabeth shouted as she stood.

"Why not let it be?" Jason sat up and faced her.

"Why not answer the damn question?" Elizabeth stepped to the balcony and kicked the doors open. She grabbed her bag and lit a cigarette.

"Don't turn your back on me!" Jason growled as he grabbed her arm. He spun her to him, letting her cigarette fall to the streets of Port Charles.

"Let me go, You arrogant PIG!" Elizabeth moved closer into him instead of away. Jason glared at her and captured her lips. Elizabeth resisted and tried to pull away until his tounge swept out of his mouth and pressed against her lips, begging for interest. Elizabeth decided to teach him a lesson. That was it. Lizzie was out to play.

Jason groaned. He kissed her to shut her up, and remind her that he was a good guy. That she liked. Then she kissed back. Angrily. So, she wanted to play rough. Jason Morgan could definitely do rough. Jason ripped at her shirt, somehow it came off, and his went with it. Falling to the streets with her cigarette.

"Your paying for that!" She shouted as she fused her lips back to his. Jason spun them around and pushed her into the penthouse.

"You talk to much!" Jason shouted back as he pushed her up the stairs. Elizabeth scraped her nails over his back, and smiled as she felt blood drip a little. What she didn't expect was for him to groan in pleasure. Jason slammed her into the bed room and then spun again and slammed her into the door. Shutting it in the process. Jason knew she'd have bruises, and he'd have bloody scratches. It didn't matter. All that mattered was showing her that he was right. Elizabeth slammed him into the bed, and they followed their instincts. The lesson was taught.

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Jason rolled onto his back and Elizabeth laid still. Her breathing was deep and erratic. She tipped her head and looked at Jason. He kept his eyes focused on the ceiling. Elizabeth decided they could talk later. She curled away from Jason, but as soon as sleep overcame her she rolled right into his side. Jason glanced down at her, and saw bruises forming. He had hurt her. And he knew he was as he did it, but he hadn't cared. All he cared about was her uttering his name. He moved onto his side. Facing her. Jason wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He sighed as he kissed the top of her head. He kissed her shoulder where a bruised hand print had already formed. Then, he kissed the bite marks on her neck. Eliciting a groan from Elizabeth. Jason smiled, and kissed the bite mark on her ear, and the bruises on her wrist and biceps. Elizabeth's eyes remained closed and she lightly kissed his lips.

"I'm sorry. I was being naive and bratty, because of the fight I had with my Grandfather. It wasn't even a bad fight, but he kicked me out after me being there less then 24 hours, and that hurt. I don't handle hurt very well. I lash out, and I do things without thinking. I yelled at you, and I hurt you. I'm sorry, Jason, I really am sorry. Ok?" Elizabeth didn't pull out of his arms, and she didn't kiss him again. Jason knew a kiss wouldn't answer her. She wanted him to open up. Show Emotions. Neither of which Jason ever did.

"It's okay. I understand how your grandfather hurt you, and I think I hurt you more then you hurt me. You dangled the bait, and I bit it. I'm just as guilty in this situation as you, if not more. I let myself ta-... I let myself bring you up here, and I hurt you emotionally and physically. I did that. I did something I vowed to never do, and that's slam a woman around. I pushed your buttons, knowing that I was, and then I took the bait. And I hurt you. I didn't mean to or want to. I'm not good with words, opening up, or , ya know, showing my emotions to people. So, work with me, okay?" Elizabeth looked at him and pulled him close. She let tears fall. Tears for him. She kissed him gently, and Round 2 was loving. It was simply them - Falling Soft between the Sheets.