Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to get this part out. My life has
just been so crazy I just never got a chance to finish this part. It's the
chapter you've all been waiting for, the drunken confession! Hope it's all
you were hoping for!(
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"Come on Jase, we've got to hurry, if we don't get to the boat soon we'll never get out of here," Liz cried in pain. Her side was burning, and Jason was too drunk to understand she needed his help. All Jason seemed to care about right now was whatever song he was trying to sing that only seemed to come out in slurs, " 'You walked into the pur-ty, like you.were wulkin on a yat. You.' What is.oh 'on a yatm you had your hat stra..stra.you had your hat dipped below an eye.'" If they had been in another situation, Liz would have found this whole episode rather funny, but with the knowledge that any minute a woman and about four thugs were about to realize that a boat had been stolen from them. Liz didn't want to stick around to find out there reactions. "We're almost there Jason. We're almost to the boat."
Liz cringed at her choice of words. "A boat? Row row row row row yur boat." Liz looked at him stupidly. If only there was a camera. Not that anyone would ever believe this.
*** Inside the bar***
"Why are all just standing there? Go stop them! They can't go far. She heaven's sake she's carrying him." Kate screamed at her thugs. Mark sheepishly drew up the rear as the thugs chased after Liz and Jason.
They spotted them over by the river, and on the boat. The brunette had laid the drunken man down already, and was starting up the boat. Kate ran towards them, "Stop them you idiots!"
All four men ran towards them, guns firing everywhere.
***Boat***
"Just stay there, Jase. We're almost safe." Liz whispered. Jason watched her, "What are you doing? I want another drink." He tried to get up, but fell back down. He sat there for a moment on the floor of the boat, and then began to laugh at himself. She could tell he'd never been this drunk before. His eyes were practically swimming in alcohol.
Just as Liz got the boat started, Liz heard gun shots going off, "STAY DOWN JASON!" She quickly maneuvered the boat out of the harbor. She tried to get as low as possible without losing control of the boat. "Jason where's your gun?" she said more to herself than to Jason, "C'mon I know you have one." It had fallen away from him, and laid on the other side of the boat. She slid into her waistband. "Just in case."
The gun shots ceased once she was going down the river. Liz let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't even realized she'd been holding her breath for so long. The boat began to shift when she noticed Jason trying to maneuver himself around. Since the firing had ceased he had assumed it was okay to move around. A laughed escaped Liz's lips when Jason tried to stand up on his own. He practically fell right back at where he started. "Jason, maybe you should just stay down for awhile." He ignored her and went back to trying to stand up.
"You know what," Jason paused for a moment, "That Jerry guy, he was a great. I've never met such a stand up guy." Liz's alarm rate was speeding up as Jason moved closer to the edge of the boat. "And that blonde, what was her name?"
"Kate," she replied nervously. Jason spun around from the edge. He swayed for a moment, but continued on with his ramble as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yeah, That's it. Boy she was a tramp." He began to move over to Liz, stumbling over himself thanks to his beer and the boat. He leaned in close to Liz's face, "She was nothing like you." As Jason inched closer to her, it wasn't her alarm rate that was accelerating.
"You have the most crystal clear eyes, did you know that? They're like big pools of, pools of," the frustration that played across his features were like that of a three year old, "Well they're beautiful."
"Jason" He placed his finger on her lips, "You always do that. Whenever I try to get something out, you try to stop because you're scared of something. What are you so scared of Liz?"
Liz's emotions were flying. He was so close, she could feel the heat radiating from his body. He wanted to feel her, why should she stop him? She wanted to feel him too, it had been so long.
"Jason you're with Courtney." Confusion turned to turmoil inside of Jason. He didn't understand. He didn't understand why everything seemed fuzzy, or why he couldn't maintain a straight thought. All he understood was right now he wanted Liz, and he knew she wanted him.
"I don't care. She's not in my heart Liz, you are."
"You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying."
"Don't say that. I know exactly what I'm saying, and I know exactly what I want. You." He pulled her close before she could protest. The kiss was passionate and hungry. Liz felt her knees buckle underneath her. Jason caught her without breaking away from her kiss. Liz didn't know what to do. Her head was spinning, and she was beginning to feel like she was the one drunk. He held unto her as if for dear life, as Liz started to break away, "We can't."
Jason looked at her through broken eyes. The boat swayed rhythmically in time. The only sound was the water sloshing against itself. He sat down slowly as the water and the emotions were getting the best of him, "What did I do that was so wrong?"
Tears stung against her eyes at his child like plea. She kneeled before him. He didn't meet her gaze. "Look at me Jase, please?" She held his face gently in her hands. "You never once did anything wrong. It was me. You were right, I am scared, but I don't know what I'm scared of. All I know is that I'm not scared when I'm with you. But there are things we can't control, and those things are why we can't be together." His head bobbed drunkenly. Why did he have to be so sincere when he was drunk. Couldn't he have waited till he was sober to act on his feelings?
She helped him lay down, and get as comfortable as possible. He was in for a rough morning. The least she could do was make his sleep peaceful. All this for a stupid boat, that we ended up stealing anyways.
Liz guided the boat until she couldn't see anymore, and then guided in onto a desolate shore. Jason was sleeping soundly, the waves seemed to have cradled him into a dreamless sleep. She was tempted to wake him up, but knew he deserved his rest.
She settled for stroking his hair. He looked so open and peaceful when he was sleeping. She leaned down slowly as softly kissed his lips. She looked back down on him again. He looked the same as before. "I love you" she whispered. Her heart was full as she curled around him, and joined him in his dreams.
***The Next Morning***
He felt like his head was splitting into two. Right now Jason actually wished someone would beat him senseless. A groan escaped him as he opened his eyes.
"Hey you," Liz smiled. She'd been up for a couple of hours. They were already two hours down the river. Jason had slept straight through it. He grunted towards her. She forgave his grunt and went on, "How do you feel?"
"Honestly?"
"Always"
"I think I'm going to be sick." Liz was by his side in an instant, helping him to the edge of the boat.
"I think I'm sea sick," he replied wiping his mouth when he was through. "No, you're just really hung over," she said sympathetically. He slid down to the floor, and leaned his head back. What happened? If only the pounding would stop, maybe he could sleep it off.
"You had a pretty crazy night last night. Do you remember any of it?"
He winced at the heavy beating of the boat, "Not really"
"That's a shame, you know, if the whole coffee business doesn't work out you'd make a great table dancer." Jason's head shot up, "What?!"
Liz doubled over in laughter, "I'm just kidding Jason. You were a very modest drunk. No dancing I swear."
"That's comforting. Remind me to never ask you what happened."
Liz was still laughing when she pulled them into the shore, "This looks like a good spot." She slowly helped Jason to his feet.
"C'mon I know exactly what you need."
***Waterfall***
Liz led Jason by the hand, scared that if she let go she'd lose him. The waterfall was amazing. It pooled into a lake that stood before them. "Okay, I'm going to going undress over there, and you can over there," she pointed to an isolated area of trees, "When you're ready meet me in the water."
Jason only nodded, because he wasn't sure he could get any words past the lump in his throat. After stripping down to his boxers he heard Liz's laughter. It sounded like music against the water crashing. How had they stumbled into such another beautiful heaven?
"Are you coming Jase?" he met her in the middle of the pool. Her hair hung wildly, and her eyes were full of life. She looked amazing.
"How's you're headache?" she asked.
"How did you know I had a headache?" She didn't respond at first, just smiled. Her left hand held a wet rag in it. She soaked it and brushed it across his back. His body went still, and his blood boiled. She began to stroke his shoulders. Her right hand kneaded his flesh, as her left hand stroked water on it. He couldn't think about anything else but her hands. She had him mesmerized.
"I just knew," she whispered. Her hands had taken on a life of their own. She was couldn't stop them if she wanted to. She moved to the front of him. His eyes were closed. He was trying to retain as much control as he possibly could. She brought the rag to his face, and gently moved down to his chest. Her hands began to work their magic. She was lost in him. Her hands had hypnotized both of them. He opened his eyes, and looked straight into her soul. She didn't try to stop him as his arms came around her. He brought her face to his, and kissed her gently. Taking in every inch of her mouth, memorizing her lips. She didn't pull away this time, she just took eagerly. She'd tried to stop him before, and it had torn them both. She didn't want to fight him again. His hands were now the ones working the magic. They were tangled in her hair stroking her and pulling her closer.
"What do you do to me?" he sighed once they broke apart.
"The same thing you do to me," she laughed.
***Somewhere in South America***
Mark stepped into the dark office. "She was everything you described Senor. Her friend was rather incapacitated, but she handled herself like you said she would. " "Good, I knew she'd never let me down."
"Did she suspect you?"
"No, only Kate."
"Well that's not a problem. Kate overstepped the orders. She wasn't supposed to interfere. I've already taken care of her. As we speak she's accidentally falling to the bottom of the river."
"What are you going to do about the two Senor?"
"That's no longer your concern. They're playing the game exactly as they should."
*** So you finally got a drunken confession. It was kind of hard, because well, I've never seen a drunk Jason. So, hope it went over well. I feel really bad it took me so long to get this part out, so I tried to make it longer. Still haven't figured out who this Senor guy is? Hmmmm..( Okay guys, review, it's what I live for!
***
"Come on Jase, we've got to hurry, if we don't get to the boat soon we'll never get out of here," Liz cried in pain. Her side was burning, and Jason was too drunk to understand she needed his help. All Jason seemed to care about right now was whatever song he was trying to sing that only seemed to come out in slurs, " 'You walked into the pur-ty, like you.were wulkin on a yat. You.' What is.oh 'on a yatm you had your hat stra..stra.you had your hat dipped below an eye.'" If they had been in another situation, Liz would have found this whole episode rather funny, but with the knowledge that any minute a woman and about four thugs were about to realize that a boat had been stolen from them. Liz didn't want to stick around to find out there reactions. "We're almost there Jason. We're almost to the boat."
Liz cringed at her choice of words. "A boat? Row row row row row yur boat." Liz looked at him stupidly. If only there was a camera. Not that anyone would ever believe this.
*** Inside the bar***
"Why are all just standing there? Go stop them! They can't go far. She heaven's sake she's carrying him." Kate screamed at her thugs. Mark sheepishly drew up the rear as the thugs chased after Liz and Jason.
They spotted them over by the river, and on the boat. The brunette had laid the drunken man down already, and was starting up the boat. Kate ran towards them, "Stop them you idiots!"
All four men ran towards them, guns firing everywhere.
***Boat***
"Just stay there, Jase. We're almost safe." Liz whispered. Jason watched her, "What are you doing? I want another drink." He tried to get up, but fell back down. He sat there for a moment on the floor of the boat, and then began to laugh at himself. She could tell he'd never been this drunk before. His eyes were practically swimming in alcohol.
Just as Liz got the boat started, Liz heard gun shots going off, "STAY DOWN JASON!" She quickly maneuvered the boat out of the harbor. She tried to get as low as possible without losing control of the boat. "Jason where's your gun?" she said more to herself than to Jason, "C'mon I know you have one." It had fallen away from him, and laid on the other side of the boat. She slid into her waistband. "Just in case."
The gun shots ceased once she was going down the river. Liz let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't even realized she'd been holding her breath for so long. The boat began to shift when she noticed Jason trying to maneuver himself around. Since the firing had ceased he had assumed it was okay to move around. A laughed escaped Liz's lips when Jason tried to stand up on his own. He practically fell right back at where he started. "Jason, maybe you should just stay down for awhile." He ignored her and went back to trying to stand up.
"You know what," Jason paused for a moment, "That Jerry guy, he was a great. I've never met such a stand up guy." Liz's alarm rate was speeding up as Jason moved closer to the edge of the boat. "And that blonde, what was her name?"
"Kate," she replied nervously. Jason spun around from the edge. He swayed for a moment, but continued on with his ramble as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yeah, That's it. Boy she was a tramp." He began to move over to Liz, stumbling over himself thanks to his beer and the boat. He leaned in close to Liz's face, "She was nothing like you." As Jason inched closer to her, it wasn't her alarm rate that was accelerating.
"You have the most crystal clear eyes, did you know that? They're like big pools of, pools of," the frustration that played across his features were like that of a three year old, "Well they're beautiful."
"Jason" He placed his finger on her lips, "You always do that. Whenever I try to get something out, you try to stop because you're scared of something. What are you so scared of Liz?"
Liz's emotions were flying. He was so close, she could feel the heat radiating from his body. He wanted to feel her, why should she stop him? She wanted to feel him too, it had been so long.
"Jason you're with Courtney." Confusion turned to turmoil inside of Jason. He didn't understand. He didn't understand why everything seemed fuzzy, or why he couldn't maintain a straight thought. All he understood was right now he wanted Liz, and he knew she wanted him.
"I don't care. She's not in my heart Liz, you are."
"You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying."
"Don't say that. I know exactly what I'm saying, and I know exactly what I want. You." He pulled her close before she could protest. The kiss was passionate and hungry. Liz felt her knees buckle underneath her. Jason caught her without breaking away from her kiss. Liz didn't know what to do. Her head was spinning, and she was beginning to feel like she was the one drunk. He held unto her as if for dear life, as Liz started to break away, "We can't."
Jason looked at her through broken eyes. The boat swayed rhythmically in time. The only sound was the water sloshing against itself. He sat down slowly as the water and the emotions were getting the best of him, "What did I do that was so wrong?"
Tears stung against her eyes at his child like plea. She kneeled before him. He didn't meet her gaze. "Look at me Jase, please?" She held his face gently in her hands. "You never once did anything wrong. It was me. You were right, I am scared, but I don't know what I'm scared of. All I know is that I'm not scared when I'm with you. But there are things we can't control, and those things are why we can't be together." His head bobbed drunkenly. Why did he have to be so sincere when he was drunk. Couldn't he have waited till he was sober to act on his feelings?
She helped him lay down, and get as comfortable as possible. He was in for a rough morning. The least she could do was make his sleep peaceful. All this for a stupid boat, that we ended up stealing anyways.
Liz guided the boat until she couldn't see anymore, and then guided in onto a desolate shore. Jason was sleeping soundly, the waves seemed to have cradled him into a dreamless sleep. She was tempted to wake him up, but knew he deserved his rest.
She settled for stroking his hair. He looked so open and peaceful when he was sleeping. She leaned down slowly as softly kissed his lips. She looked back down on him again. He looked the same as before. "I love you" she whispered. Her heart was full as she curled around him, and joined him in his dreams.
***The Next Morning***
He felt like his head was splitting into two. Right now Jason actually wished someone would beat him senseless. A groan escaped him as he opened his eyes.
"Hey you," Liz smiled. She'd been up for a couple of hours. They were already two hours down the river. Jason had slept straight through it. He grunted towards her. She forgave his grunt and went on, "How do you feel?"
"Honestly?"
"Always"
"I think I'm going to be sick." Liz was by his side in an instant, helping him to the edge of the boat.
"I think I'm sea sick," he replied wiping his mouth when he was through. "No, you're just really hung over," she said sympathetically. He slid down to the floor, and leaned his head back. What happened? If only the pounding would stop, maybe he could sleep it off.
"You had a pretty crazy night last night. Do you remember any of it?"
He winced at the heavy beating of the boat, "Not really"
"That's a shame, you know, if the whole coffee business doesn't work out you'd make a great table dancer." Jason's head shot up, "What?!"
Liz doubled over in laughter, "I'm just kidding Jason. You were a very modest drunk. No dancing I swear."
"That's comforting. Remind me to never ask you what happened."
Liz was still laughing when she pulled them into the shore, "This looks like a good spot." She slowly helped Jason to his feet.
"C'mon I know exactly what you need."
***Waterfall***
Liz led Jason by the hand, scared that if she let go she'd lose him. The waterfall was amazing. It pooled into a lake that stood before them. "Okay, I'm going to going undress over there, and you can over there," she pointed to an isolated area of trees, "When you're ready meet me in the water."
Jason only nodded, because he wasn't sure he could get any words past the lump in his throat. After stripping down to his boxers he heard Liz's laughter. It sounded like music against the water crashing. How had they stumbled into such another beautiful heaven?
"Are you coming Jase?" he met her in the middle of the pool. Her hair hung wildly, and her eyes were full of life. She looked amazing.
"How's you're headache?" she asked.
"How did you know I had a headache?" She didn't respond at first, just smiled. Her left hand held a wet rag in it. She soaked it and brushed it across his back. His body went still, and his blood boiled. She began to stroke his shoulders. Her right hand kneaded his flesh, as her left hand stroked water on it. He couldn't think about anything else but her hands. She had him mesmerized.
"I just knew," she whispered. Her hands had taken on a life of their own. She was couldn't stop them if she wanted to. She moved to the front of him. His eyes were closed. He was trying to retain as much control as he possibly could. She brought the rag to his face, and gently moved down to his chest. Her hands began to work their magic. She was lost in him. Her hands had hypnotized both of them. He opened his eyes, and looked straight into her soul. She didn't try to stop him as his arms came around her. He brought her face to his, and kissed her gently. Taking in every inch of her mouth, memorizing her lips. She didn't pull away this time, she just took eagerly. She'd tried to stop him before, and it had torn them both. She didn't want to fight him again. His hands were now the ones working the magic. They were tangled in her hair stroking her and pulling her closer.
"What do you do to me?" he sighed once they broke apart.
"The same thing you do to me," she laughed.
***Somewhere in South America***
Mark stepped into the dark office. "She was everything you described Senor. Her friend was rather incapacitated, but she handled herself like you said she would. " "Good, I knew she'd never let me down."
"Did she suspect you?"
"No, only Kate."
"Well that's not a problem. Kate overstepped the orders. She wasn't supposed to interfere. I've already taken care of her. As we speak she's accidentally falling to the bottom of the river."
"What are you going to do about the two Senor?"
"That's no longer your concern. They're playing the game exactly as they should."
*** So you finally got a drunken confession. It was kind of hard, because well, I've never seen a drunk Jason. So, hope it went over well. I feel really bad it took me so long to get this part out, so I tried to make it longer. Still haven't figured out who this Senor guy is? Hmmmm..( Okay guys, review, it's what I live for!