Show: General Hospital

Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos' II: Chapter 14

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

A/N: Thank you for last chapter's comments. 'Too little Liason' some of you said, but never fear,

that's what I'm here for, enjoy….

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"Are you barefoot?" asked Daniel incredulously, pausing in mid stride.

Liz paused besides him and looked down. Sure enough her bare feet with her perfectly pedicured

toes looked up at her. Her apologetic gaze met his. "I'll be right back," she promised, turning

around and heading back to the room.

He was still there. He had shut off the lights again and he stood there, brooding as only he could

do, nursing his beer. She couldn't help but pause by the threshold and enjoy his masculine

beauty for a few seconds. But, as usual, he sensed her presence.

His head swiveled to her, pinning her with his blue-eyed gaze. "Back so soon?" he asked, with a

rare half smile.

She approached him slowly, an embarrassed smile on her face as she pointed to the pedestal

where she'd been sitting. "I forgot my shoes," she explained, bending down to pick up the sexy

flowered spike heels.

Jason inhaled with a hiss. In bending down, she had presented him with an incredible view of her

backside. And he had hung around Carly enough to know that if there was no VPL showing

through that "Fuck me!" satin, Liz either had to be wearing the skimpiest G-string known to man

or was going commando. He didn't think his body could take much of either thought.

Liz's popped back up and she swung to him in concern. "Are you ok?"

He nodded. He was only human… and *male*, so therefore weaker from the get go; he didn't think

he had the strength or ability to speak.

"You sure?" she asked leaning against the pedestal to put back on the shoe. She was struggling.

The "Fuck me!" satin wasn't very helpful. She had put on the shoes in the Gallery right before the

first guest had arrived at the party; Connie had had to help her buckle them. She couldn't very

well go back out there with her shoes unbuckled, that was almost as bad as being barefoot. But

she needed to get the shoes on before Daniel came looking for her again.

"Need some help?" Jason asked from his position in front of her.

She blushed. **Typical** she thought ruefully. **Jason always comes to rescue, even if it's just to

buckle my stupid shoe.**

He came towards her. Jason set his beer glass on the pedestal and much to her surprise, pushed

her shoulders slightly, urging her to sit. Before Liz could say anything, he sank to his haunches

and picked up her foot in his large warm hand.

Elizabeth jumped at the electricity that crackled through her body, radiating from the point where

his fingers wrapped gently yet firmly around her toes.

Blue met blue. Jason looked away first, bending to the task at hand. He slid her foot more firmly

into the shoe and took the delicate ankle strap and gently wrapped it around the fragile looking

bone of her ankle and fastened it. He let the foot slip from his hand, secretly enjoying her slight

shiver when his fingers accidentally grazed her calf.

Elizabeth wished he would just hurry up and buckle the damned shoe.

Jason wished buckling a shoe wasn't so damned quick.

He picked up the other shoe, and taking her right foot under the arch, slid it into the shoe, his

fingers trailing across the delicate skin as he wrapped the strap around her ankle, barely resisting

the urge to kiss her ankle, and buckled it.

Task complete.

He still held her foot.

Was she trembling?

He slowly let the foot slid from his hands as he came up to his knees.

Neither of them was thinking. About Courtney, about Daniel, about obligations, about family…

about nothing, save the fact that some things never changed and his hands on her skin felt so

*damned* good.

"What are we doing?" Elizabeth whispered so quietly, he wasn't sure she had spoken.

"Elizabeth!" Daniel called from the hallway. "You lost the shoes?" he asked sarcastically. Liz could

hear the jealousy in his voice.

Elizabeth did what she wanted to for the past two years. She bent and kissed him. Really kissed

him. It wasn't some figment of her imagination, some fantasy that always ended with her fingers

under the covers in the dark. Her mouth covered his, soft and warm and fragrant. She touched no

other part of him, even as his tongue snaked out to meet hers and his teeth grazed her bottom lip.

All too soon she pulled away.

Footsteps coming down the hall.

She stood up and moved away from him, hurrying to the threshold to meet Daniel before he could

intrude again.

Jason watched subconsciously as she hurried to the threshold, pausing to look back at him, her

blue eyes huge surprise and desire, a lock of wavy dark hair falling provocatively into her face

before she turned and hurried away, her stiletto heels beating a rapid staccato on the

granite floors.

Jason looked down at himself… Uh-oh. He swallowed the desire in his throat and stood up,

automatically fixing himself, urging his obvious desire to subside.

He hadn't been thinking… hadn't even given his fiancée, who was in the same building, a second

thought when he had picked up Elizabeth's foot in his hands.

**What the fuck had happened here tonight?**

He didn't know, but he had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last of it.

TBC…

A/N: Just a short chapter with some Liason goodness… I hope you enjoyed. A longer chapter will

be up soon some time next week. Courtney bashers will get a nice chapter especially for you

coming soon. R&R, tell me what you thought.