Second Chances: Voyeurism
Jason allowed himself to lean on Elizabeth as he had so many years ago as they made their way up the stairs and towards the building that held her studio. His mind raced back to all the times they had spent together. How their easy friendship had morphed into something that at the time neither could explain nor even acknowledge. Yet now it meant everything.
Ric waited for Max to disappear around the corner before he stepped out of the shadow of the building that had been providing him cover. His eyes darted between the smoldering remains of Sonny's warehouse and the sight of Jason and Elizabeth's retreating form. He shook his head slightly as he watched as his wife kissed another man. He couldn't contain the rage that ripped through his very being. How – how – how was it even possible? Ric thought. Hadn't Jason Morgan already used up his nine lives? Ric wondered as he headed for the staircase.
Jason leaned against the doorframe and let out a labored cough from deep within his lungs. He tried to cover the sensation of pain that radiated throughout his chest. However his hidden look was not lost on Elizabeth. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" she asked while turning the key in the dead bolt.
Jason again was bombarded by an eerie sense of déjà vu at those words. When he had been shot she had done her best to persuade him to go to the hospital. He closed his eyes and let himself remember the months that he lived with her. Even through all the turmoil that he was dealing with then about Sonny, Carly and what they had done, Jason found himself smiling and enjoying the comfortable way they shared such a tiny space.
"I'll be fine," he smiled and followed her inside.
Elizabeth hadn't been at all surprised by his answer in fact had he actually said yes to her request that would have astonished her even more. She closed the door behind them as Jason walked over and let his tired body drop down on the small flea market sofa. She watched him close his eyes and let out heavy sigh as he rubbed his hands against his dirty face. An apple sized lump sat at the back of Elizabeth's throat. All she could think about was him being trapped in the burning building. The possibility of never seeing him again – never touching him – kissing him, all those things threatened to consume her. Dropping her purse on the art table to her left she joined him on the couch slipping her arms around him. "I thought I really lost you this time," she choked.
"Never," Jason reassured her and brought his lips to the top of her head.
They sat in silence as they both surveyed the room. Neither of them had been back to Elizabeth's studio since the day that they came there and found all of the items she had thrown away back in their original spots. Elizabeth hadn't wanted to give up her studio but she hadn't wanted to come back here until now. Something felt right about them being there. It was comforting to know Jason felt it also.
"Are you sure you're all right?" she asked Jason again when he let out a harsh cough. Elizabeth laid her hand on his chest and felt its steady rise and fall. The tell tell beating of his heart was a welcome sensation as well.
"Stop worrying about me." He drew her closer to him needing to feel Elizabeth's body against his own.
"How am I supposed to do that?" she questioned suppressing the tears that hung in her deep blue eyes. "Seeing the fire, Jason. I knew you were in that building and I couldn't get to you. Max wouldn't let me go. I just wanted to find you. But all I could do was stand there and watch and wait," she gasped as images of the burning warehouse taunted her.
"I'm sorry," he said agonizing over the fear he could hear in her voice. It seemed no matter how hard he tried there was very little he could do to shield her from the hazards of his life. "Maybe it would be easier if your weren't...."
"Don't – don't say what I know you are going to," she said speaking over him. "Don't say that I would be better off not in your life. Don't say that it's too dangerous for us to be together. Please don't push me away," Elizabeth cried.
Ric pressed his body against the unfinished drywall and listened to the muffled voices from within. While he wasn't able to make out the words he could certainly hear the desperation in Elizabeth's tone.
Jason pulled back and stared intently into a pair of blue eyes matching his own. God how he loved her. He loved everything about her. How she rambled on when she was excited or nervous. How she bit her lower lip when she sketched or was upset. How she would shriek with delight when he would take the curves on his motorcycle fast and sharp. He loved how she loved him completely and unconditionally.
"Jason, please say something," she said desperately.
"I love you. All I have ever wanted for you was the life you deserve. I'm afraid that maybe you deserve more than what I can give you," he said honestly.
Elizabeth reached for his hand and covered it with her small one. It seemed as though it always came back to this – her safety. He had been pushing her away for so long now that it most likely was second nature to him. While she understood it she wasn't about to accept it anymore now than she had then. "You are more than I deserve Jason."
With that said she let her legs straddle his lap as she wiped away a stray tear that had found its way to Jason's cheek. Methodically using her thumbs Elizabeth rubbed away the dark smudges of soot streaked across Jason's face all the while never breaking their concentrated stare. She loved touching him. She loved the way his eyes fell closed with each stroke of her fingers against his skin.
She allowed the tips of her digits to entangle themselves in the thick tufts of hair at the base of his neck suddenly filled with an intense desire to be one with him. Leaning hard against his chest she let her full body weight rest against him as she kissed him lightly through the thin cotton fabric of his shirt. Jason watched as she easily untucked it from the waistband of his jeans and slipped her hands underneath. The immediate sensation her touch brought to his body was electrifying. The slow burning in his loins grew with each caress of Elizabeth's hands.
Jason pulled her mouth hard against his own at first savoring the sweet taste of her then deepening the kiss when his tongue probed her mouth seeking entry into its depths. Elizabeth easily complied with his yearnings as their tongues danced and dueled until either of them knew where one person ended and the other began.
Elizabeth felt her breaths quicken when Jason eased his hand under her shirt. Effortlessly he glided his fingers over her supple skin drawing tiny concentric circles on her stomach. He watched as she drew her lower lip between her teeth. She suddenly had an urgent need to feel her skin against his and pulled her top over her head dropping it to the floor and then began tugging at Jason's suggesting that he do the same.
She smiled as she stared at him. She loved the way his muscles gleamed under his tanned skin. Readily she traced each of them until Jason felt as if he was on fire. He reached up and undid the clasp that held her lace bra closed revealing her full breasts. Anxiously Elizabeth waited for him to touch her. It was if every nerve ending in her body was standing at attention in anticipation. Jason did not disappoint her. First he reached for one then the other rubbing his thumbs against her already hardened nipples. A low moan escaped from deep in her throat as he continued to fondle her. Involuntarily she felt her back arch begging him closer.
Again he did not disappoint. He brought his mouth to encircle her breast suckling them until Elizabeth shuddered. "Oh god Jason," she moaned when he moved onto the other one. She raked her hands across his chest needing to feel him too.
One by one the buttons of his jeans were undone exposing his engorged manhood beneath. Elizabeth teased him with her light touch knowing she had elicited the response she was looking for when she felt his breathing quicken against her skin. She smiled wickedly as she started pulling his jeans down around his hips. Before either of them knew it they were both naked by the others hands.
For a moment Jason just stared at her. He couldn't remove his eyes from her spectacular form. She was so beautiful and he still couldn't believe that she was all his. That thought was unfathomable at times.
Elizabeth found herself moving toward him again while he just watched her doing it. Taking his hardened member in her hands she stroked him rhythmically as her thumbs toyed with its most sensitive tip. She felt him shake as he reached for her for support.
"I love you," he whispered as he lifted her from the ground. Elizabeth nuzzled his neck as she laced her legs around him allowing her most feminine spot to make contact with him. He felt how warm, how wet she was. That sensation only served to excite him further.
Even that slight touch had Elizabeth aching for him. She began rubbing herself against him almost begging for them to become one. Each stroke of her soft wet flesh caused Jason to see stars. Oh how he wanted her.
He turned and laid her against the soft fabric of the sofa and watched as her eyes gazed at him hungrily. She wanted him as badly as he did her but Jason wasn't quite ready to make love not without offering her the same pleasures that she had him.
When the voices from inside the room quieted Ric moved closer until he was standing directly outside of the studio door. He finally heard soft moans from inside and he stood rooted in place as he watched through the window Jason caressing Elizabeth's naked body.
Elizabeth licked her lips when Jason ran his hand along her body letting his fingers come to rest at the tuft of hair that lead to her most sensitive spot. Her eyes rolled back and her hips arched as Jason began messaging that very spot. Each circular motion caused her to grow wetter until finally she felt his fingers enter her. She cried out in pleasure as he plunged in and out time and time again.
"I need you," she said in a hoarse voice. "I want you," she stressed guiding his hips toward her. Jason only smiled and continued with the business of pleasuring her. Elizabeth felt as if she was about to explode when Jason finally brought his male form deep with in her.
She wrapped her legs around him forcing him further inside. He felt her muscles tighten around him as they became one form rather than two. Elizabeth dug her nails into the soft flesh of his back as their thrusts took on a feverish pace. She felt the rush of his release and held on to ride out the waves of her own.
Jason rolled over allowing Elizabeth to rest against his chest. Both of their breathing was still uneven but it was starting to steady. He pushed away a few stray hairs that had fallen across her face. "I love you Elizabeth," he whispered.
"I love you too," she said raising her head to look at him then nestled her body into the crook of his arm. "I love you too."
Ric watched as the pair fell asleep. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. It couldn't be real. He couldn't have just watched his wife making love to Jason Morgan. Yet somewhere in the recesses of his brain he knew it to be true. Elizabeth, his Elizabeth, had had sex with another man. She had cheated on him. That was something he couldn't – wouldn't tolerate. "You both will pay. You both will pay!" he seethed pressing his hands against the glass window.
Jason allowed himself to lean on Elizabeth as he had so many years ago as they made their way up the stairs and towards the building that held her studio. His mind raced back to all the times they had spent together. How their easy friendship had morphed into something that at the time neither could explain nor even acknowledge. Yet now it meant everything.
Ric waited for Max to disappear around the corner before he stepped out of the shadow of the building that had been providing him cover. His eyes darted between the smoldering remains of Sonny's warehouse and the sight of Jason and Elizabeth's retreating form. He shook his head slightly as he watched as his wife kissed another man. He couldn't contain the rage that ripped through his very being. How – how – how was it even possible? Ric thought. Hadn't Jason Morgan already used up his nine lives? Ric wondered as he headed for the staircase.
Jason leaned against the doorframe and let out a labored cough from deep within his lungs. He tried to cover the sensation of pain that radiated throughout his chest. However his hidden look was not lost on Elizabeth. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" she asked while turning the key in the dead bolt.
Jason again was bombarded by an eerie sense of déjà vu at those words. When he had been shot she had done her best to persuade him to go to the hospital. He closed his eyes and let himself remember the months that he lived with her. Even through all the turmoil that he was dealing with then about Sonny, Carly and what they had done, Jason found himself smiling and enjoying the comfortable way they shared such a tiny space.
"I'll be fine," he smiled and followed her inside.
Elizabeth hadn't been at all surprised by his answer in fact had he actually said yes to her request that would have astonished her even more. She closed the door behind them as Jason walked over and let his tired body drop down on the small flea market sofa. She watched him close his eyes and let out heavy sigh as he rubbed his hands against his dirty face. An apple sized lump sat at the back of Elizabeth's throat. All she could think about was him being trapped in the burning building. The possibility of never seeing him again – never touching him – kissing him, all those things threatened to consume her. Dropping her purse on the art table to her left she joined him on the couch slipping her arms around him. "I thought I really lost you this time," she choked.
"Never," Jason reassured her and brought his lips to the top of her head.
They sat in silence as they both surveyed the room. Neither of them had been back to Elizabeth's studio since the day that they came there and found all of the items she had thrown away back in their original spots. Elizabeth hadn't wanted to give up her studio but she hadn't wanted to come back here until now. Something felt right about them being there. It was comforting to know Jason felt it also.
"Are you sure you're all right?" she asked Jason again when he let out a harsh cough. Elizabeth laid her hand on his chest and felt its steady rise and fall. The tell tell beating of his heart was a welcome sensation as well.
"Stop worrying about me." He drew her closer to him needing to feel Elizabeth's body against his own.
"How am I supposed to do that?" she questioned suppressing the tears that hung in her deep blue eyes. "Seeing the fire, Jason. I knew you were in that building and I couldn't get to you. Max wouldn't let me go. I just wanted to find you. But all I could do was stand there and watch and wait," she gasped as images of the burning warehouse taunted her.
"I'm sorry," he said agonizing over the fear he could hear in her voice. It seemed no matter how hard he tried there was very little he could do to shield her from the hazards of his life. "Maybe it would be easier if your weren't...."
"Don't – don't say what I know you are going to," she said speaking over him. "Don't say that I would be better off not in your life. Don't say that it's too dangerous for us to be together. Please don't push me away," Elizabeth cried.
Ric pressed his body against the unfinished drywall and listened to the muffled voices from within. While he wasn't able to make out the words he could certainly hear the desperation in Elizabeth's tone.
Jason pulled back and stared intently into a pair of blue eyes matching his own. God how he loved her. He loved everything about her. How she rambled on when she was excited or nervous. How she bit her lower lip when she sketched or was upset. How she would shriek with delight when he would take the curves on his motorcycle fast and sharp. He loved how she loved him completely and unconditionally.
"Jason, please say something," she said desperately.
"I love you. All I have ever wanted for you was the life you deserve. I'm afraid that maybe you deserve more than what I can give you," he said honestly.
Elizabeth reached for his hand and covered it with her small one. It seemed as though it always came back to this – her safety. He had been pushing her away for so long now that it most likely was second nature to him. While she understood it she wasn't about to accept it anymore now than she had then. "You are more than I deserve Jason."
With that said she let her legs straddle his lap as she wiped away a stray tear that had found its way to Jason's cheek. Methodically using her thumbs Elizabeth rubbed away the dark smudges of soot streaked across Jason's face all the while never breaking their concentrated stare. She loved touching him. She loved the way his eyes fell closed with each stroke of her fingers against his skin.
She allowed the tips of her digits to entangle themselves in the thick tufts of hair at the base of his neck suddenly filled with an intense desire to be one with him. Leaning hard against his chest she let her full body weight rest against him as she kissed him lightly through the thin cotton fabric of his shirt. Jason watched as she easily untucked it from the waistband of his jeans and slipped her hands underneath. The immediate sensation her touch brought to his body was electrifying. The slow burning in his loins grew with each caress of Elizabeth's hands.
Jason pulled her mouth hard against his own at first savoring the sweet taste of her then deepening the kiss when his tongue probed her mouth seeking entry into its depths. Elizabeth easily complied with his yearnings as their tongues danced and dueled until either of them knew where one person ended and the other began.
Elizabeth felt her breaths quicken when Jason eased his hand under her shirt. Effortlessly he glided his fingers over her supple skin drawing tiny concentric circles on her stomach. He watched as she drew her lower lip between her teeth. She suddenly had an urgent need to feel her skin against his and pulled her top over her head dropping it to the floor and then began tugging at Jason's suggesting that he do the same.
She smiled as she stared at him. She loved the way his muscles gleamed under his tanned skin. Readily she traced each of them until Jason felt as if he was on fire. He reached up and undid the clasp that held her lace bra closed revealing her full breasts. Anxiously Elizabeth waited for him to touch her. It was if every nerve ending in her body was standing at attention in anticipation. Jason did not disappoint her. First he reached for one then the other rubbing his thumbs against her already hardened nipples. A low moan escaped from deep in her throat as he continued to fondle her. Involuntarily she felt her back arch begging him closer.
Again he did not disappoint. He brought his mouth to encircle her breast suckling them until Elizabeth shuddered. "Oh god Jason," she moaned when he moved onto the other one. She raked her hands across his chest needing to feel him too.
One by one the buttons of his jeans were undone exposing his engorged manhood beneath. Elizabeth teased him with her light touch knowing she had elicited the response she was looking for when she felt his breathing quicken against her skin. She smiled wickedly as she started pulling his jeans down around his hips. Before either of them knew it they were both naked by the others hands.
For a moment Jason just stared at her. He couldn't remove his eyes from her spectacular form. She was so beautiful and he still couldn't believe that she was all his. That thought was unfathomable at times.
Elizabeth found herself moving toward him again while he just watched her doing it. Taking his hardened member in her hands she stroked him rhythmically as her thumbs toyed with its most sensitive tip. She felt him shake as he reached for her for support.
"I love you," he whispered as he lifted her from the ground. Elizabeth nuzzled his neck as she laced her legs around him allowing her most feminine spot to make contact with him. He felt how warm, how wet she was. That sensation only served to excite him further.
Even that slight touch had Elizabeth aching for him. She began rubbing herself against him almost begging for them to become one. Each stroke of her soft wet flesh caused Jason to see stars. Oh how he wanted her.
He turned and laid her against the soft fabric of the sofa and watched as her eyes gazed at him hungrily. She wanted him as badly as he did her but Jason wasn't quite ready to make love not without offering her the same pleasures that she had him.
When the voices from inside the room quieted Ric moved closer until he was standing directly outside of the studio door. He finally heard soft moans from inside and he stood rooted in place as he watched through the window Jason caressing Elizabeth's naked body.
Elizabeth licked her lips when Jason ran his hand along her body letting his fingers come to rest at the tuft of hair that lead to her most sensitive spot. Her eyes rolled back and her hips arched as Jason began messaging that very spot. Each circular motion caused her to grow wetter until finally she felt his fingers enter her. She cried out in pleasure as he plunged in and out time and time again.
"I need you," she said in a hoarse voice. "I want you," she stressed guiding his hips toward her. Jason only smiled and continued with the business of pleasuring her. Elizabeth felt as if she was about to explode when Jason finally brought his male form deep with in her.
She wrapped her legs around him forcing him further inside. He felt her muscles tighten around him as they became one form rather than two. Elizabeth dug her nails into the soft flesh of his back as their thrusts took on a feverish pace. She felt the rush of his release and held on to ride out the waves of her own.
Jason rolled over allowing Elizabeth to rest against his chest. Both of their breathing was still uneven but it was starting to steady. He pushed away a few stray hairs that had fallen across her face. "I love you Elizabeth," he whispered.
"I love you too," she said raising her head to look at him then nestled her body into the crook of his arm. "I love you too."
Ric watched as the pair fell asleep. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. It couldn't be real. He couldn't have just watched his wife making love to Jason Morgan. Yet somewhere in the recesses of his brain he knew it to be true. Elizabeth, his Elizabeth, had had sex with another man. She had cheated on him. That was something he couldn't – wouldn't tolerate. "You both will pay. You both will pay!" he seethed pressing his hands against the glass window.