Show: General Hospital

Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos II: Chapter 18

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

A/N: Awww… my reviewers love me… and I love you guys, too. The response for last chapter

was great (as expected) and I want you guys to keep it up. Lots more Liason for the future.

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Most people thought that Jason Morgan was cold and unfeeling, but those that *knew* him, knew

the truth. He *could* feel – whether it was love, sorrow, pain or guilt. Elizabeth took one look in

his glacial blue eyes and the raw graze on his cheek when she swung open her door at two in the

morning to know that something was not quite right.

The moment he stepped over the threshold, he seemed to dwarf the room; the walls seemed to

contract around them. Jason shrugged his jacket off and not pausing, pulled her close to him and

covered her lips with his. Elizabeth moaned softly and savoured his taste as she melted into his

warmth. Finally, Jason pulled away looking deep into her eyes.

"What happened?" she asked softly, her fingertips reverently tracing his strong jaw.

"Courtney and I broke it off," he confessed.

Elizabeth was taken aback; she didn't know quite how to take his statement. She was overjoyed,

of course, because they would not have to hide their relationship, but his eyes told her that there

was oh so much more; that that wasn't quite all to the story.

"I broke her heart," he continued guiltily. "You should have seen the look on her face when I

walked through the door. She knew… she *knew* that I had been with you. But it wasn't surprise,

Elizabeth. It was more acceptance than anything."

Elizabeth looked away. "What do you want me to say, Jason?" she asked softly, before again

staring at the man she had loved for so long. "That I'm sorry that you broke up with her? As her

niece, I am, because I loved her too, and I'm sorry that you broke her heart. But as a woman, as

her *rival*, I'm not. Because it means that we have a second chance to be together and for that I

can *never* be sorry," she told him.

"Then, I guess I'm not sorry either," he finally replied, tracing the soft smile that appeared on her

face with his fingertip. He bent his head and captured her lips in a kiss, his broad hands slipping

under her tank top to caress the smooth skin of her back. He was amazed at how soft and how

warm she was. Jason pulled away and cupped her face in his palms. In the more than two years

that they had been apart, she had grown even more beautiful if possible.

"I never said it so long ago. Maybe if I had, we never would have broken up," he mused softly.

Elizabeth cocked her head in confusion. "What are you talking about?" she asked, lifting her own

hands to his wrists holding his palms in place.

"I love you," he admitted softly. "I never actually told you I loved you," he continued. His hands

dropped from her face and his blue eyes bored into hers. "If I had told you I loved you the night

you left me, would you have stayed?" he asked.

Liz blinked in mild confusion. "I don't know."

"It's a simple answer – yes or no," he said teasingly.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Maybe to a man it is, but definitely not for me."

"Why not? I thought that that was what you wanted to hear from me. For me to *tell* you I loved

you, even if I couldn't *show* you."

"Honestly… I would've left." Jason's eyes widened in surprise and she couldn't help but giggle. "I

would've made you beg – grovel even. I would've had fun making you my love slave. *Then*, I

would've taken you back." She continued playfully, before her voice sobered. "But at that

moment, I was tired and grieving for my father and so damned hurt and angry that you'd lied to

me about his death." Elizabeth took in a shaky breath. "Even as I stood there in my anger, I was

praying that you would say *something* to make it all go away – but you didn't. You just let me

walk away, Jason. You just let me walk away. And, maybe that hurt more than the lies – the fact

that you hadn't fought for what was between us, for what has *always* been between us."

"I wanted to fight back. I did. But you wouldn't let me back in," he replied in defense.

Liz shook her head. "You didn't try hard enough, Jason. Did you honestly think that I would be so

overjoyed at my father's rise from the grave that I would conveniently forget that it was you that

found his body and told Carly and I that he was dead? Or that when I found out the truth that 'I'm

sorry' would make up for the fact the person that I thought I could always count on to be honest

with me betrayed my trust? It doesn't work like that."

"What could I have done differently?" he asked softly, not wanting either of them to relive the

hurtful past as their conversation ventured further into serious and dangerous territory.

Elizabeth crossed her arms across her chest, not sure how the conversation would end. "You

could've waited… showed a little restraint where Courtney was concerned… I could've listened….

I don't know. It doesn't matter now anyway, Jason – it's the past and we're *together*," she

crossed the distance between them and stared into his eyes, "and I don't intend to let anyone or

anything break us apart again."

"So what about what you told me?" Jason stroked the nape of her neck. "The night of the

housewarming – were you really going to let me go?"

Elizabeth smiled softly and nodded truthfully. "Yes. I wasn't lying – I only wanted you to be happy,

Jason, if it was to be with Courtney, so be it. It's great theoretically, but I didn't think I could

handle it in person. That's why I left the next day." Liz wrapped her arms around herself and

came to stand by the picture window, staring out at the city that never slept, its lights shining

brilliantly against the night sky. "I kinda fell apart after I came back here," she admitted quietly,

Jason the first person she had spoken to about her depression. "I couldn't eat; I couldn't sleep…

every time I closed my eyes, I would see that man, I would hear his voice, 'You wanna fight little

girl?'," her tortured cobalt gaze met Jason's before moving back to the backlit skyline. "Anyways,"

she continued matter-of-factly, "I was a mess, but one day about a week later, I woke up on the

floor and *something* was different. *I* was different. I realized this wasn't me – this pathetic

famine-victim look-alike wallowing in her self-pity. So I pulled myself outta this hole my demons

had carved for me by *myself* - no Lucky, no you, just *me*. For the first time, it was all about

me; I was alone, but it didn't matter, because I had me, myself and I plus my art. I started to pull

myself together, I started to paint, ," she paused, "I started to move on."

By then, Jason had come to stand beside her, listening as he'd done so many times before, as

she poured her heart out to him. Realizing that, indeed she hadn't needed any help to pull herself

together. A lesser man would be a little miffed but for Jason, it increased his admiration of her

even more.

"I don't know what I was thinking with Daniel." From the corner of her eye, she could see Jason's

jaw clench. "It was great while it lasted," the muscle in his jaw started to tick, "he made me feel

like a woman – young and beautiful, appreciated and sexy; something I hadn't felt from a man in

a long time. I reveled in it… then you come to my Gallery opening and it all gets shot to hell the

moment I set eyes on you." she turned to him, blue eyes smiling with warmth.

"I was jealous," he admitted, his fingertips stroking her cheek.

Elizabeth's mouth dropped open in mock surprise. "Were you?"

One of his rare smiles flitted to his face. "Why do you think I was in that backroom all by myself?"

"You hate crowds," she pointed out.

"Besides that. I didn't think I could trust myself to remain passive while Toreno acted as if he

owned you and you were wearing that 'Fuck me!' dress."

"'Fuck me!' dress?" asked Elizabeth incredulously, a giggle escaping her mouth.

"Yes, the 'Fuck me!' dress. You nearly gave me a heart attack when I walked into the room. What

were you thinking?"

"Honestly?" Jason nodded. "I wanted to get your attention."

"You did." His fingertips traced her rosebud mouth. "You looked very beautiful by the way."

Elizabeth smiled. Jason was not a poetic man; it was good to hear little compliments like that.

"Why'd you kiss me?" he asked suddenly.

Liz's brow furrowed in confusion. "Huh?"

"Why'd you kiss me?" he repeated. "In the backroom?"

Liz shrugged. "I don't know. It felt right. It was long past overdue don't you think?" she asked,

stepping closer to him and slipping her fingers under the hem of his cotton T-shirt.

Jason gasped as her cool fingers slid across the muscles of his abdomen.

"Besides," she continued, pressing a kiss to his neck, "I didn't hear you complaining, Mr. Morgan."

"No –"

"Sshh…" Liz cut him off with a kiss. "Talk later."

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About four hours later, Elizabeth lay fast asleep in Jason's arms, her head tucked under his chin,

her lashes dark crescents above the tops of her cheeks. As the sun's first rays peeked above the

New York skyline, Jason watched her sleep, still amazed at how much had happened in the past

two days. Not only were they talking but also after two years of little or no communication,

somehow they had found their way back to each other. After all this time, he was still hers mind,

body and soul.

Elizabeth stirred in his arms, subconsciously pressing herself against the warmth at her front.

When that source of warmth gasped in husky pleasure and tightened his arms around her, Liz's

eyes fluttered open and she smiled softly.

"Hi," he greeted softly, caressing the nape of her neck, still getting used to the idea that, for a

while at least, his hand would not be buried in a mass of silky chocolate curls.

"Mornin'," she replied sleepily. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," he lied. Truthfully, he hadn't slept much – not because he wasn't tired, but because he

had chosen to stare in awe at the moon-bathed creature lying naked in his arms.

Under the sheets, Liz hooked a silky thigh around his hip and maneuvered him onto his back.

"Are you hungry?" she asked softly, hovering above his body.

Jason's eyes practically rolled back into his skull as she sank down over him. Reaching up to

palm her breasts he replied huskily, "I think the classic reply would be, 'not for food.'"

*~*~*~*~*~*

Two hours later

Elizabeth's door swung open and Francis continued to read the sports section of the Daily, not

even bothering to look up from his post.

Jason, clad only in his black boxer-briefs, coffee mug in hand knelt to pick the paper from the mat

outside the door. "Mornin' Francis," he called to the bodyguard, holding up the paper in salute

before closing the door.

"Mornin', Jason," the guard automatically replied. As the door closed, his eyes popped out in shock

**Jason?**

TBC…

A/N: Well, we're still in the 12 days of Christmas, so technically although I missed the 25th by 2

days, this can still be considered a Christmas gift so: MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY

HANUKKAH, HAPPY KWANZAA, HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE, or whatever you celebrate. I

hoped you enjoyed, so drop me a line or two.

Cara