Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos II: Chapter 3
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
A/N: I'm yet again sorry for the delay. Major writer's block yet again! Needless to say, the show has not exactly provided me with any inspiration whatsoever. Indeed, after not watching for a while, after tuning in last week, I was absolutely disgusted by the recent storyline! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! Those GH writers had carried the show to the dogs, and are in grave danger of losing a most devoted viewer!! BTW, thanks for your comments, I love you readers though I wish the ABC crew (especially those f***ing writers) a trip straight to Purgatory!
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For the first time in months, Jason fell asleep before Courtney. He lay next to her, sheets wrapped around his trim waist, his broad chest expanding with every breath he took. His face was calm and relaxed in repose and he looked faintly like a little boy, his mile-long lashes nestled against the tops of his sculpted, golden cheekbones. He looked so beautiful, and Courtney could feel the familiar tug in her heart as she continued to watch him.
The fatigue that had dogged his body in the past few months was easing with each passing day, and his life and their relationship was slowly returning to normal. 'Normal' being a relative term, of course. When she had first got back to PC from the Caymans with Michael, it had not taken very long to realize things were not all well in the Corinthos family camp. She'd found out Kristina's kidnapping was responsible for their fleeing, Sonny and Alexis were 'together' and Elizabeth was in the hospital!
She'd had been filled in by Marco as neither Sonny nor Jason was to be found when her plane landed at the airport. She'd come back to loft after dropping Michael off at Carly's brownstone, and she decided to wait up to surprise Jason. She waited for what seemed like hours. Indeed it had been five hours she sat on the couch facing the door wishing for her beloved fiancé to walk through those doors, carry her upstairs to their bedroom and make love to her like he would never let her go-after she gave him a good telling off of course!
But if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride, and she fell asleep on the couch, unaware of when he had finally dragged himself over the threshold well after two in the morning. She had been fast asleep and therefore unaware of the long silent moments he had stood over her watching her sleep, his mind in erratic confusion, unsure of what he was feeling as he looked at her.
She had received a most pleasant wake-up call though. In the dark of the night, her eyes had snapped open to feel a heavy weight over her body. She had been alarmed and instinctively was about to scream when she felt the familiarity of the touch. Rough yet gentle-Jason. He had shed her clothing so rapidly, she was amazed at his dexterity and she reached up to caress his face, his body above her, but he grabbed her wrists and manacled them in his grip above her head.
He had proceeded to make love to her so desperately that tears streamed out of her eyes as she held his body in her arms. Her heart bled for the pain she thought he must be going through, all anger gone from her mind as she sought to give him comfort with her body not knowing this was a desperate way for Jason to convince himself that it was right that they were together and he was not in a cold sterile hospital room holding Elizabeth's hand.
When Courtney had woken up the next day, the space in the bed beside her had been empty-Jason was gone. He remained gone for the rest of the day; she could not find him anywhere: the docks, the warehouse, the penthouse, Jake's. It was as if he had disappeared. Once again she waited up for him, only to fall asleep and wake up to find a certain blue-eyed blonde's hands roving her body in the dark.
Jason had never been this closed-mouthed with her in the past before and his new attitude scared her. She had no fear for her physical safety where Jason was concerned - she he would never hurt her. But she harbored a woman's instinct that something was not all well where the two of them were concerned and her suspicions were only confirmed when Monica spoke of the only woman who could make her green with envy.
Flashback:
Courtney was clearing one of the few empty tables left in a crowded Kelly's around lunchtime when she felt a light touch on her shoulder. It had been so unexpected that she had started and whirled around.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," apologized her former mother-in-law, Monica Quartermaine, taking a step back from the startled waitress.
"No," replied Courtney, flushing a little in embarrassment. "You just startled me is all. Shouldn't sneak up on the waitress with a plastic tray full of dishes, you know," she joked feebly. Monica laughed politely. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No," explained Monica, adjusting her bag strap on her shoulder. "I was just wondering if you've had a chance to see Elizabeth?" she asked, though she knew the answer was no.
Courtney shook her head guiltily. "No, I haven't. I know it's no excuse," she hurried on, "but I just got back two days ago and I've had to work the night shift since I started back and by the time I'm finished, visiting hours are over for hours." She wasn't going to admit that the real reason she hadn't been to see Liz was because she didn't want her spitfire niece to see her pity which surely set off both of their tempers in the shouting match that was sure to ensue. She didn't want to harbour the urge to throttle her in her condition though, in her mind, Liz perfectly deserved it for the supreme Bitch she had become.
Monica's brow furrowed at that. "Why don't you just come with Jason one night?" she asked.
Courtney was taken aback. "Jason?" she asked incredulously. "Jason goes to visit Elizabeth?"
As her son's fiancée, she had fully expected that Courtney knew that Jason religiously turned up in Liz's room at night and watched her sleep, guarding her like the sentinel Francis outside the door. Now she was subconsciously aware that she had just put her foot in her mouth, but she couldn't exactly say nothing to the girl. "Yes," she replied, drawing out the word cautiously. "He was the one who brought her in. He visits her every night."
That certainly was news to her, but she played it off very well, summoning up every single scrap of Corinthos dignity inside of her as she smiled at the older woman before her and promised that she would see her later, while inside she had been seething with humiliation and anger.
She had been prepared to let loose her anger on him when he came home later that night. But of course night had stretched into the wee hours of the morning and, yet again, she had awoken to find Jason inside of her, and all thoughts of anger and jealously spiraled from her mind in the heart stopping pleasure. Her customary bravery had fled the next morning when much to her surprise she had padded downstairs to seem him staring broodingly into a cup of coffee.
She had looked at him in a different light - this man, so adept at keeping secrets from her. But her tongue was glued to her mouth every time she made an effort to speak up about his late night visits to Elizabeth, and she kept her anger and hurt bottled up inside as he moved deep in her body and she clasped him in her arms as their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled and Jason fell into exhaustive sleep, the tears started to flow silently as yet again he murmured Elizabeth's name in his sleep.
TBC.
A/N: I had wanted this chapter to be longer but I decided to end it here. I think I should have chapter 4 up by tomorrow or the day after that, depending on how my muse feels. R&R people and let me know what you think.
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos II: Chapter 3
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
A/N: I'm yet again sorry for the delay. Major writer's block yet again! Needless to say, the show has not exactly provided me with any inspiration whatsoever. Indeed, after not watching for a while, after tuning in last week, I was absolutely disgusted by the recent storyline! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! Those GH writers had carried the show to the dogs, and are in grave danger of losing a most devoted viewer!! BTW, thanks for your comments, I love you readers though I wish the ABC crew (especially those f***ing writers) a trip straight to Purgatory!
*~*~*~*~*~*
For the first time in months, Jason fell asleep before Courtney. He lay next to her, sheets wrapped around his trim waist, his broad chest expanding with every breath he took. His face was calm and relaxed in repose and he looked faintly like a little boy, his mile-long lashes nestled against the tops of his sculpted, golden cheekbones. He looked so beautiful, and Courtney could feel the familiar tug in her heart as she continued to watch him.
The fatigue that had dogged his body in the past few months was easing with each passing day, and his life and their relationship was slowly returning to normal. 'Normal' being a relative term, of course. When she had first got back to PC from the Caymans with Michael, it had not taken very long to realize things were not all well in the Corinthos family camp. She'd found out Kristina's kidnapping was responsible for their fleeing, Sonny and Alexis were 'together' and Elizabeth was in the hospital!
She'd had been filled in by Marco as neither Sonny nor Jason was to be found when her plane landed at the airport. She'd come back to loft after dropping Michael off at Carly's brownstone, and she decided to wait up to surprise Jason. She waited for what seemed like hours. Indeed it had been five hours she sat on the couch facing the door wishing for her beloved fiancé to walk through those doors, carry her upstairs to their bedroom and make love to her like he would never let her go-after she gave him a good telling off of course!
But if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride, and she fell asleep on the couch, unaware of when he had finally dragged himself over the threshold well after two in the morning. She had been fast asleep and therefore unaware of the long silent moments he had stood over her watching her sleep, his mind in erratic confusion, unsure of what he was feeling as he looked at her.
She had received a most pleasant wake-up call though. In the dark of the night, her eyes had snapped open to feel a heavy weight over her body. She had been alarmed and instinctively was about to scream when she felt the familiarity of the touch. Rough yet gentle-Jason. He had shed her clothing so rapidly, she was amazed at his dexterity and she reached up to caress his face, his body above her, but he grabbed her wrists and manacled them in his grip above her head.
He had proceeded to make love to her so desperately that tears streamed out of her eyes as she held his body in her arms. Her heart bled for the pain she thought he must be going through, all anger gone from her mind as she sought to give him comfort with her body not knowing this was a desperate way for Jason to convince himself that it was right that they were together and he was not in a cold sterile hospital room holding Elizabeth's hand.
When Courtney had woken up the next day, the space in the bed beside her had been empty-Jason was gone. He remained gone for the rest of the day; she could not find him anywhere: the docks, the warehouse, the penthouse, Jake's. It was as if he had disappeared. Once again she waited up for him, only to fall asleep and wake up to find a certain blue-eyed blonde's hands roving her body in the dark.
Jason had never been this closed-mouthed with her in the past before and his new attitude scared her. She had no fear for her physical safety where Jason was concerned - she he would never hurt her. But she harbored a woman's instinct that something was not all well where the two of them were concerned and her suspicions were only confirmed when Monica spoke of the only woman who could make her green with envy.
Flashback:
Courtney was clearing one of the few empty tables left in a crowded Kelly's around lunchtime when she felt a light touch on her shoulder. It had been so unexpected that she had started and whirled around.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," apologized her former mother-in-law, Monica Quartermaine, taking a step back from the startled waitress.
"No," replied Courtney, flushing a little in embarrassment. "You just startled me is all. Shouldn't sneak up on the waitress with a plastic tray full of dishes, you know," she joked feebly. Monica laughed politely. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No," explained Monica, adjusting her bag strap on her shoulder. "I was just wondering if you've had a chance to see Elizabeth?" she asked, though she knew the answer was no.
Courtney shook her head guiltily. "No, I haven't. I know it's no excuse," she hurried on, "but I just got back two days ago and I've had to work the night shift since I started back and by the time I'm finished, visiting hours are over for hours." She wasn't going to admit that the real reason she hadn't been to see Liz was because she didn't want her spitfire niece to see her pity which surely set off both of their tempers in the shouting match that was sure to ensue. She didn't want to harbour the urge to throttle her in her condition though, in her mind, Liz perfectly deserved it for the supreme Bitch she had become.
Monica's brow furrowed at that. "Why don't you just come with Jason one night?" she asked.
Courtney was taken aback. "Jason?" she asked incredulously. "Jason goes to visit Elizabeth?"
As her son's fiancée, she had fully expected that Courtney knew that Jason religiously turned up in Liz's room at night and watched her sleep, guarding her like the sentinel Francis outside the door. Now she was subconsciously aware that she had just put her foot in her mouth, but she couldn't exactly say nothing to the girl. "Yes," she replied, drawing out the word cautiously. "He was the one who brought her in. He visits her every night."
That certainly was news to her, but she played it off very well, summoning up every single scrap of Corinthos dignity inside of her as she smiled at the older woman before her and promised that she would see her later, while inside she had been seething with humiliation and anger.
She had been prepared to let loose her anger on him when he came home later that night. But of course night had stretched into the wee hours of the morning and, yet again, she had awoken to find Jason inside of her, and all thoughts of anger and jealously spiraled from her mind in the heart stopping pleasure. Her customary bravery had fled the next morning when much to her surprise she had padded downstairs to seem him staring broodingly into a cup of coffee.
She had looked at him in a different light - this man, so adept at keeping secrets from her. But her tongue was glued to her mouth every time she made an effort to speak up about his late night visits to Elizabeth, and she kept her anger and hurt bottled up inside as he moved deep in her body and she clasped him in her arms as their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled and Jason fell into exhaustive sleep, the tears started to flow silently as yet again he murmured Elizabeth's name in his sleep.
TBC.
A/N: I had wanted this chapter to be longer but I decided to end it here. I think I should have chapter 4 up by tomorrow or the day after that, depending on how my muse feels. R&R people and let me know what you think.
