Show: General Hospital

Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos' II: Chapter 16

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

A/N: On 2003/12/12 Sonny was acquitted of attempted murder charges… that made me happy,

but then the scene at Kelly's between Sonny, Ric and Elizabeth made me want to hurl. They have

made her character into someone that, if prophesized she would turn out this way a year ago, she

would have slapped them silly. Yuck! Anyways, onto bigger brighter things, thank you very much

for your reviews. I appreciate them greatly. Now, on with the story….

*~*~*~*~*~*

Port Charles

Long after the last police squad car had exited the scene, Jason Morgan stood behind the bright

yellow crime scene tape, staring at the morbid chalk outline of the now removed prone body of a

man who had once been alive and breathing not four hours prior.

As the cool river breeze blew off the river, he was caught up in his thoughts in all that had

transpired business wise since Taggliatti's death – at his own hand. He had been skeptical at first

on taking on Taggliatti's former employees, but even he had to admit that the extra staff had been

a great financial profit. Things were running relatively smoothly – there was no hassle from the

majority of the workers. Productivity was high and he and Sonny were making a shitload of

money.

But obviously someone was out to make things even harder than usual for them. Part of him

wondered if the five families were somehow responsible for all the trouble but, at the same time,

since Taggliatti's death, none of them had dared to cross Sonny or intervene on his plans in any

way, fearing of course the wrath of the Corinthos-Morgan duo.

He stood behind the tape, watching the chalk outline, the still sticky blood spattered on the

pavement. He would not step within those boundaries; breach the scene in any way. He didn't

want to jeopardize the scene – a first for him with his esteemed lack of consideration for the

PCPD. But he would do it this once. Because, for the first time, when he had stood beside Sonny

when they had confronted the man's widow and she had castigated Sonny, he had felt the true

extent of the sting from her caustic words. And it hurt…

Jason Morgan never hurt…

No. That was a lie.

He seemed to be doing that a lot recently.

He fished out his cellphone and turned away from the crime scene. He would have to find his

information another way somehow.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Port Charles

From the relative safety of his apartment, Lyle dialed the telephone he had committed to memory.

After only the first ring, the man picked up.

"Yes?" he asked coldly, his caller-ID disclosing the caller.

"We did the guard," Lyle announced.

"Who's *we*?" the man inquired.

"Yates and I. Gutted him like a fish."

He could hear the pleased smirk in Lyle's voice. "I trust you were clean."

"Sure. Yates is pro. Ain't a hair or fingerprint in sight."

"Good. I trust you have everything else under control. Corinthos isn't stupid. It's only a matter of

time before he starts suspecting my brother's former employees."

"We got everything under control."

"See that you do," he replied before terminating the call.

Lyle scowled at the phone. "Snobby bastard."

*~*~*~*~*~*

New York City

Daniel had left an hour after she had shut him up with her lips. She'd been glad to see him go.

She wanted to be alone. To think about her actions – she had kissed Jason Morgan! And now,

she ached. She ached for his touch, for his kiss. She had gotten a small taste of it again tonight

and she was a little shamed to admit that her body craved it even more. He had left her with a

tingling awareness, a fire that she had sought to quench in Daniel, but the conflagration still

blazed deep within her body. Her actions were selfish and thoughtless but governed by instinct…

but she couldn't help picturing Jason's face above hers while Daniel drove his body into her over

and over again.

Elizabeth groaned and slipped out of bed. She was naked and the cool air of the apartment felt

good over her overheated body. She padded over to the kitchen area and took a bottle from the

refrigerator, running its condensed cool over her forehead before taking a refreshing gulp. She

felt so alive, alert… creative.

She thought about getting her robe, but the thought of painting nude in the light was so alluring,

so sensual. She didn't even have the grace to blush at her thoughts. She found herself slowly

trailing her brush over the rough canvas, not even certain what she was painting, but when she

gazed more thoroughly at the painting it hit her. She was painting *him* - in passionate reds and

gold which melded into soft blues and purples. Every colour was significant… it was passion and

desire – for Jason.

A sudden shift of resolve overtook her and she found herself striding, naked as the day she was

born back to her bed. She threw on an oversize T-shirt and reached for the telephone. Before she

could lose her nerve, she dialed a number she knew by heart, a number that haunted her

thoughts. It rang once, twice, three times before a slightly groggy voice answered: "Morgan."

Liz paused, not sure what next to do. "Hi," she replied softly.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Three hundred miles away, Jason sat bolt upright in bed. The cotton sheets fell away from his

body exposing smooth golden skin and his washboard stomach. "Elizabeth?" he asked surprised

as to why she was calling. "Is something wrong?"

"No," she clarified. "I wanted to talk to you… *needed* to talk to you. About tonight… about the

kiss."

Jason frowned, expecting her to express her regret. He wasn't sure how he would handle that.

"I'm not sorry," she rushed on, her voice gaining strength as it continued. "I've wanted to do that

for two years. To touch you and taste you. I know it was wrong, I know that you love Courtney

and I should respect that, but I'm tired of denying myself something that I really want." Jason went

to speak, but she stopped him, "I don't know how you feel. Quite frankly I don't think you know

what you feel either, but I needed you to know, I don't regret it."

"Neither do I."

Jason's softly uttered words gave her pause. "What?" she whispered softly.

"I don't regret it either, Elizabeth. You're right. I don't know what I want. I love Courtney, honestly I

do. But a part of me has never stopped loving you. Tonight proved it. You've been in my

thoughts, in my dreams ever since you came back to PC. I knew you hadn't stopped loving me,

but I saw red tonight with Toreno. To see how he touched you liked he owned you…I was

jealous. And it isn't fair. It isn't fair that I want to have both Courtney and you but I only want you

to want *me*."

Elizabeth was floored by his words. "What are you saying Jason?"

Jason sighed on the other side. "I'm saying I'm in big trouble, Elizabeth, because I can't get you

out of my mind."

"I want to see you." The words were out of her mouth faster than she could think. But she couldn't

take them back.

Jason paused; knowing what he chose to say next would have a lasting effect on three people.

"When?" he asked softly.

"Can you get into the city tomorrow?" she asked.

"Sure."

*~*~*~*~*~*

She knew Francis was somewhere shadow-walking her, but she tried not to let it show that his

presence bothered her. They had come to a compromise of sorts – it was his job to ensure that

she was safe but he would try to ensure that she had as much privacy as possible. But how was

she possible to have any privacy to do what she was going to do this afternoon?

Elizabeth had exited her apartment at eleven thirty and now proceeded to the end of the street

where she made a right and then a left before ducking into Pinoni's Pizzeria on the pretense of

having lunch. The waitress seated her and from the corner of her eye, she watched her

bodyguard step into the diner and sit at the counter where he could keep a watchful eye on her.

Biting the bullet she waved him over. He frowned slightly but strode toward his charge. "Yes, Ms.

Corinthos… Elizabeth," he corrected at her look.

"Sit down, Francis." The bulky bodyguard sat down opposite her.

"Two hours," she stated.

"Huh?"

"Two hours, Francis. Two hours, without you following me."

"I can't do that, Elizabeth."

"Why not?"

"Because it is my job to ensure that you are protected. I can't do that unless I'm there. Besides, if

I let you out of my sight, your father would kill me."

Liz couldn't help but smile. "I promise I won't get you into trouble. It's not like I want to knock off a

bank or fly to Cancun. I just want two hours to myself to do whatever the hell I want. I know you

try to give me my privacy, but it doesn't work because I always know you're there." When it

looked as though he would interrupt again she hurriedly continued, "Listen, gimme two hours to

do my thing and I'll meet you back here. Please?"

If he didn't give in, she would have to resort to bribery. She was already begging.

"Why?" he asked.

"Do I have to into that whole diatribe again, Francis? I thought I just explained how I would like to

get out of this fishbowl I call life for a couple hours. How would you feel if I followed you

everywhere you went?" Her words were meant to instill a little guilt.

He felt it.

"Two hours?" he asked reluctantly. Liz nodded. "And you swear you'll meet me back here in

*exactly* *two* hours?"

"I swear," she replied. "Well… how about I just meet you back for two?" At Francis' look she

continued. "Fine, two hours exactly."

Hoping he wouldn't regret it, he conceded. "Ok, two hours." The smile of gratitude was payment

enough. "Go on, you've got one hour fifty-nine minutes and twenty seconds left."

"Thanks," Liz bolted from her seat and ran for the door.

"Two hours!" he called. Francis sighed and counted off thirty seconds before he exited the diner.

He could see Elizabeth's dark-haired form hurrying towards the Hotel District. He really didn't

want to know what she was doing.

He looked at his watch: One hour fifty-seven minutes and counting.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Jason opened the door before she even had a change to knock. As much as he would hate to

admit it, he had been waiting anxiously for her arrival, checking the peephole every few seconds.

Liz stepped into the room and shut the door with a resounding bang with the back of her shoe.

"I've got two hours," she announced.

Jason nodded and, stepping into her personal space, fused his mouth to hers.

Elizabeth moaned as she felt his warmth envelop her. She pressed her lower body against his

and playfully nipped his bottom lip and was rewarded by a heady groan smothered by her mouth

emerging from Jason's lips.

He pulled away, gazing deep into her face. Her eyes were smoky and dilated, her cheeks flushed,

her lips pink and swollen. He lifted her small hand and pressed it against his chest. She could feel

his heart beat, racing beneath the skin. She smiled softly before taking his hand and leading him

towards the room's large bed.

His back to the bed, he rubbed his hands up and down her pale skin, enjoying its silky softness.

He meant to speak but she paused him, one delicate finger pressed against his lips. "Sshh. Don't

talk." Her gaze directed him to sit on the bed and he followed her silent order as her fingers rose

to the tiny buttons on her impossibly tight sweater.

Holding his gaze, Liz slipped each tiny pearl button through its hole until it hung open allowing

him a tantalizing view of the mounds of her breasts swelling behind lavender lace. Jason's voice

caught in his throat as he watched the baby blue sweater slid down her arms to the floor.

Reaching behind, she slid the zipper down until her knee length paisley skirt pooled at her feat

and she stood before him clad in nothing but her skimpy underwear and her flip-flops.

Desire flared in his eyes as he took in her near-nude form. He'd never seen her with so little

clothing – outside of his dreams, of course. Reality was so much better. Her body wasn't what

was most alluring however, it was the way she carried herself – she was confident, it showed in

the way her blue-eyed gaze held his; the way her hip jutted to the side as she watched him watch

her.

She kicked off her flip-flops, stepped between his outstretched legs and, cupping his face, bent to

take his mouth again. Elizabeth felt his tongue probing along the seam of her mouth requesting

entrance. Her mouth fell open and her tongue swept in to battle with hers. His taste was

intoxicating – he tasted like mint toothpaste and a little like beer, a lot like a *man*. His lips left

hers and instead trailed a path of fire along her jaw line and neck, nipping playfully at the pulse in

her throat.

His tongue trailed down her warm skin, dipping between her cleavage, tasting her vanilla-scented

skin even as his fingers trailed lightly down her back and he dipped his hands into her panties

and cupped her rear.

Her fingers were tangled hopelessly in his short spiky blonde hair and she pressed herself into

him more insistently as she suckled a nipple behind the lace. "Jason," she whispered throatily.

Her senses were on fire. "Don't stop," she whimpered as his tongue left her breast and slid down

the flat plane of her stomach and dipped into the delicate whorl of her navel. He wasn't planning

to stop any time soon. Liz giggled lightly as he licked then blew, the cool air tickling her flash. But

she wasn't giggling anymore when he nipped the skin just above waistband of her panties.

Using what was left of her will power, she pulled herself away, still close enough to feel the

warmth radiation from his body, still more than aware the his callous hands cupped her buttocks –

hands that she reluctantly removed. Before he could even formulate the thought that she wanted

to stop Liz reached between them and tugged his sweater up and over his head.

She feasted her eyes on the expanse of golden flesh she revealed. Mesmerized, she trailed a

finger past the indentation of his collarbone, down between his well-defined pecs over his

washboard abs. He hissed at the sensations of her fingers radiating throughout his body.

Kneeling before him, she could feel his gaze on the top of her head as she quickly removed his

boots and socks and then rising to her feet again, lowered her hand to his belt buckle. The

evidence of his desire for her was quite obvious and he groaned as she accidentally brushed him

with her knuckles. Her blue eyes glinted. She decided she liked that sound.

The metal zipper rasped in the quiet and Jason's breath hitched as he lifted his hips and she

pulled his jeans down his body until he was clad in only his boxer briefs. Her eyes met his. Jason

leaned back until his head hit the pillows and Liz following suit climbed onto the bed and settled

herself above him, looking down on him on her knees.

She could read the impatience muddled with desire swimming in his eyes as Jason reached

behind her and unclasped her bra, her firm small breasts cupped in his palms. Liz threw back her

head and moaned as his thumbs brushed her nipples and she settled her weight over him, driving

him to distraction by rubbing herself over his hardness over and over.

He wanted to wait. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. He wanted to worship her body; to

touch and squeeze and lick and suck and tease ever inch of her body until she screamed, but

Elizabeth would have no such thing.

"Jason," she moaned as his tongue laved her nipple. "I need you," she whispered. Her voice was

like liquid honey as her hips undulated in a sensual circle.

Jason shook his head, a rare devilish grin finding its way to his face. Without warning, he flipped

them, keeping his weight off her and enjoying Elizabeth's little shriek of delight. "I have two hours

to explore every inch of your body… and I intend to use every minute of it wisely," he continued,

his blue eyes smoky with promise.

Elizabeth arched in pleasure as he hooked his thumbs into the tops of her tanga panties and

slipped them past her hips before tossing them away. He was fascinated by the expanse of

creamy skin that met his gaze. Her breasts were small and firm topped with dusky peach nipples.

Her waist was a tiny ribbon with the sexiest navel known to man, before softly flaring out to

smooth hips and sexy legs. She was petite but rounded in all the right places. She was gorgeous.

He lifted his gaze to hers. She was blushing at his blatant appraisal of her body. "You're

beautiful," he whispered before capturing her lips once more.

Her hands trailed down the smooth expanse of his back, his skin marred only by the scars –

badges of his occupation – that the sensitive pads of her fingers encountered. Liz's hands slipped

into his boxer-briefs as his lips trailed down her body, suckling on her collarbone, nipping her

shoulders, trailing suggestively down her stomach, whirling in her navel once more before dipping

lower.

Liz's breath hitched in her throat as she watched him part her thighs and kiss the inside gently.

He paused, enjoying the sudden rapidness of her breathing before he dipped to taste her. His

name fell from her lips and all thoughts became incoherent as he tortured them both with his

tongue.

She tasted like honey fire, like secrets. She was driving him to distraction as her silken skin slid

over his. She was as tense as a violin string, as pleasure crashed over her continuously before

she came apart in his arms.

Jason pulled himself up, cradling her shuddering body in his arms. He kissed her and she could

taste herself on his tongue. It was strangely erotic. He was amazed at the depth of emotions he

was feeling. His heart was flooded as he watched the pleasure flash across her face. She was

saying something, whispering against his skin, slick with their sweat and the effort of maintaining

control.

"Now," she was whispering. "I need you now…." She punctuated her statement by reaching

between their bodies and trying to tug his boxer-briefs down past his hips. She was failing

miserably. His tongue tangled with hers once more as he lifted his hips and pulled them off

himself.

Elizabeth moaned at the feeling of their naked skin sliding against each other. Jason battled for

control as she parted her thighs, blindly searching for him with her hand. He groaned as she

found him and guided him to her. Holding her gaze, Jason laced his fingers with hers as he thrust

deeper until he was buried in her to the hilt. Liz's eyelashes fluttered. She felt so full, so needed.

Jason thrust deep and Elizabeth whimpered in pleasure, the sound washing over him, added to

his feelings of having died on gone to heaven she felt so good – warm and wet and tight. He

moved again, and she moved within, their bodies settled into a steady rhythm in the dance that

was as old as time and love itself. She wasn't a passive lover. Her hands roamed everywhere

and her legs wrapped tighter around his hips as his body pistoned in and out of hers. His name

fell from her lips and her eyes skewed at the light that was building behind them. Her blunt nails

dug into his back and her lips sought his as she came apart in his arms, feeling as though she

had touched the sun.

He could feel her fall apart in his arms, and he wasn't very far behind. But he kept his eyes open

as he reached fulfillment, biting his bottom lip as he rode out the wave of pleasure before he lost

control and groaned her name as he palmed her body to his. His weight collapsed on her and he

lay shuddering in her embrace, her arms and legs locked around him, enjoying his solid weight on

her as final pinwheels of light and fire exploded in her body.

Finally, he lifted his weight from her and rolled onto his back, bringing her naked body to rest on

his chest. Her short pixie haircut was plastered to her head and her eyes were wide and dilated.

She kissed him like a woman wholly and completely satisfied. Which, of course, she was.

He stroked her hair as their breathing slowed and waited for the guilt to set in. But there was

none. Only peace and the stab of desire she kissed his shoulder and trailed a finger around his

nipple. She looked at her watch. "I've still got an hour…" she whispered, coming to terms with the

emotions flitting across his face. She had been expecting the guilt as well, but it did not come. Perhaps

it would come later. But for now, she could think of better ways to occupy their time before they

slipped back into the real world.

Jason grinned in that way only he could. "I guess I better get back to work."

*~*~*~*~*~*

She was late.

She didn't give a damn. But the second she saw Francis's worried face as he paced back and

forth in front of the Pizzeria, she felt a little guilty. But she couldn't keep that satisfied smile off her

face. Her body was still tingling with the memories of riding Jason hard and fast until she

screamed his name while he would not look away with that disarming gaze of his. Afterwards, he

had lifted her in his arms and carried her to the shower. She had barely dragged herself away,

drunk off the sight of him naked, and proceeded to dress. He was a much more playful lover than

she'd expected. He had tried to help her dress, but of course he was much more efficient in the

undressing department as he kept undoing her buttons to kiss her shoulders. It had finally ended

with him lifting her skirt above her waist and sliding into her after placing her back to a wall; which

was the reason why she was late.

Her bodyguard caught sight of her, his relief evident on his face. "You're late," he scolded,

tapping his watch. "I was worried."

"I'm sorry," she replied, unable to keep the smile of her face.

"I hope you're happy," he shot back.

"I am," she replied as the two headed back to her apartment.

Francis rolled his eyes. She did. In fact, she looked like the cat that ate the canary. That Toreno

fellow was a lucky guy.

If he only knew.

TBC…

A/N: A nice long chapter for you Liason fans. I hoped you enjoyed… hopefully it wasn't too

graphic. If it was, I apologise. Well folk, R&R… tell me what you think.

P.S: I promise it wasn't a dream, lol, for those who remembered Chapter 14 in Part 1