I believe this chapter fits under the Mature rating that I give this fic, its very hard R some could call it worse but I wouldn't. Please feel free to let me know if you are offended and would like it removed.

He was use to the silence.

After working with Jason Morgan since he entered the organization, Johnny was well aware that he was the total opposite of his boss Sonny Corinthos. Jason was quiet, reserved with a beer to go with dinner or a pool game, his temper was in check and there was a rare occasion where it showed. Sonny, on the other hand, flared up at the slightest touch, wanting things to be perfect, organized, put together and heaven help the person who got in his way. Every year for Christmas Johnny, Max and Francis each bought him a set of crystal tumblers to replace the ones that was destroyed throughout the year. Sonny smiled every time he opened the gift which was broken an average of three months later.

It was unique working with his two bosses, both of them after the same goal, each one drastically different from the other.

The one major thing they had in common was Elizabeth Webber and Johnny was sure that was the reason Jason was out here, past midnight, trying to sift through the remains of the burned warehouse.

It was his lack of a word since they left the penthouse that was making Johnny worried.

He was use to the silence but this type of silence made him nervous, made him think that something was on the horizon, something was about to happen that no one was really prepared for.

But then again didn't that happen last week? No one would've ever imagined that Sonny Corinthos was a marked man do to the quiet period that settled over the city of Port Charles. For the past two years Sonny concentrated on his family and made sure that Elizabeth, JJ, Michael and even Carly were okay and as happy as he could try and make them.

Granted Carly was like Sonny and she wasn't happy until she got what she want, when she wanted it.

That's why it was startling to see Sonny Corinthos fall for little angelic Elizabeth Webber.

They never called her that, not to her face anyway. Elizabeth would probably slap the taste out of the guard's mouths if they ever implied that she was perfect in any shape or form. Sure she had her faults, everyone did, but when a man goes from Carly Corinthos to Elizabeth Webber it's quite a turn around and she couldn't be called anything but angelic.

Savior maybe, but Sonny was also doing some saving himself.

Johnny hated it at first, Francis was actually the first one to come around and tell him and Max that this was good for the both of them. Alexis was inclined to agree and soon they formed a circle around the duo and the little boy, allowing no one to utter a cross word to any of them.

They knew from the moment the looks started to pass between Elizabeth and Sonny that the two would not take it well and they had both been through enough already. So late night movies and dinners at the No Name were how things came about. There were rare appearances at charity events, Elizabeth more inclined to convince Sonny to send a check rather than show up in person.

She was hiding, hiding the love that she was trying to fight and he was almost as angry as she was the night of the viewing.

Jason Morgan walked away, why the hell shouldn't she have fallen in love with someone else?

He knew that the other man being Sonny was pushing it but Jason didn't see the devastation on Elizabeth's face the morning she stepped out into the hall and faced Johnny, the imploring question in her eyes as she stood there in Jason's tee shirt and her jeans. The slight nod he gave her, her crumbling before him…

He squeezed his eyes shut and turned around from Jason's back as he carefully moved around the rubble. No, he couldn't picture that now, he had to put it behind him, they all had to put the past behind them if they wanted to make any attempt to move forward.

Jason came back into town because of a phone call Sonny made before he died but Jason was staying in town because of his son and because of Elizabeth.

Looking over at the man who was approaching him, pain, anger, sadness etched in his blue eyes, he knew that it was definitely for his son and Elizabeth.

"This isn't right," Jason said, "Something's not right."

His first sentence since Elizabeth told him to be careful as if she knew where he was going. She might not have known that he would wind up on the docks but she knew he was going out on business.

Jason never wanted her to know things like that, that's why he kept pushing her away, that's why walked out.

But here she was, stuck in the middle of the Port Charles Mafia, forever branded a woman of the mob.

And no, it wasn't by him, it wasn't by the man who was at one time crazy about her, who loved her so much sometimes it even ached to breath without her around, no it was by Sonny Corinthos, his best friend, his mentor, practically his father and her lover.

Forever a mob moll, Elizabeth Webber.

He wanted to hug Sonny for keeping her safe, for keeping her around and then in the next instance he wanted to kill him again for what he did, what he made her become.

Pushing both ideas out of his head he focused on the task at hand; finding out who killed Sonny Corinthos and why.

"I'm going to need to get caught up," Jason said, "I'm going to have to shift some schedules; the meetings are going to have to be mainly at night. If anyone else a problem with that, that's fine, I'll help them get relocated else where. I don't know how Sonny worked things but I need to do them a little more differently."

Johnny nodded. He knew it was simply because Jason wanted to spend time with his son.

Jason was an idiot in the love department but a truly wonderful father.

"I need to know who bought any property around here recently, I need to know who are the new people in town, I need look outs, I need anything heard around the street," Jason said, "I need to know if someone is going to come after me."

Johnny nodded, "We heard nothing."

"And that's what frightens me," Jason sighed as he ran his hand over the side of his face, "The scene is going to be released to us tomorrow. I want to come and get a better look at it in the daylight. I'll be here around sun up; I'm not expecting anyone to come with me."

"I'll be here as well," Johnny said quietly.

Jason nodded, "I don't know how long I'm going to be…here. I think it goes without saying that I'm not going anywhere without my son and my son isn't going anywhere without his mother."

Johnny nodded again, understanding it without Jason saying it. He was in charge. He was stepping into the roll of leader of the Port Charles Mafia.

"And I'm not wearing a suit."

Johnny had to bite back a laugh. Jason never did look comfortable in them anyway.

"I want to take another quick sweep," Jason said motioning with his hand, "I'd like you to walk through it with me, see if I'm missing…"

Jason looked at Johnny's suit coat that was ringing. He watched the man pull it out curiously, a strange look on his face and he knew their thoughts were along the same line. Any call after midnight was not a good one.

"What?" Johnny asked, "What? We're not that far, we're on our way."

Jason looked at Johnny as he flipped his phone shut and tried to search for the words.

"What happened to Elizabeth?"

It was there, always, the connection, the instinct, the knowing and no matter what they did to each other, no matter how much pulling, pushing and walking away, it was always going to be there and with JJ here it was now even stronger.

It was what made Jason run into the night; hurrying back to the woman he wasn't aware he still loved.

"I didn't know what to do," Max said, his voice strained, "She opened her eyes and kept calling his name. I repeated over and over that it was me but…she didn't snap out of it until JJ came down the stairs calling for her."

"Did he see her like this?" Jason asked as he turned away from the closed door in front of him. It was the door that led to the room he was staying in, the room where Elizabeth now lay.

"No," Max said shaking his head, "She heard him and it must've penetrated or something, she just snapped right back out of it and hurried to him. Then she took him to bed but he wanted to sleep with her and…"

Jason nodded as he looked back towards the door. It was now the room where both Elizabeth and his son lay. This was going to be harder than he thought.

"I'll meet you guys downstairs," Jason said, "I need a few minutes."

"Take your time," Johnny said as he led the way with Max following, looking exhausted and drained.

Jason took a deep breath and placed his hand on the doorknob to the bedroom. He was trying to prepare himself, he wanted to be calm when he walked into the room and saw JJ and Elizabeth asleep in his bed. He thought if he just walked himself through it mentally he would be okay.

But when he opened the door and stepped in, he knew nothing that he told himself would prepare him for the sight on his bed.

Elizabeth and JJ lay in the center, one of JJ's arms was clutching Boris bear, the other draped over his mother's stomach. Elizabeth had one arm protectively around JJ and the other arm was stretched out, handing reaching for something on the right side of the bed.

His side of the bed.

He sank into the chair next to the dresser that held his clothes and television set, his mind flooded with visions, images, moments of that night that seemed like a lifetime ago.

He saw her face, the nervousness that was revealed in her eyes and the way she chewed on her bottom lip. She was still unsure and he didn't blame her.

Not ten minutes ago she was ready to walk out on him, he was sure she would wake up tomorrow morning and probably make it through the door but tonight he didn't want to argue with her, he didn't want to tell her that it probably would be best if she left.

He simply wanted her to stay.

So he moved towards the bed and started to pull down the comforter, then the top sheet, then he actually fluffed a pillow before it hit him.

He was nervous too.

It had been so long since the last time he made love to a person that he was actually in love with. That was Robin all those years ago. Of course there was Carly but that was just a need for release that turned into something way too complicated and he didn't count the scattering of girls through his various travels; although they were always petite with brown hair.

No, this was the first time in quite a few years Jason Morgan was actually going to be making love to someone.

He was nervous as hell but he wasn't going to tell her that and he certainly wasn't able to confess how he felt, not when she had that look in her eyes that screamed she was ready to bolt. No, he couldn't put any more pressure on her than she was already putting on herself.

He kicked off his boots by the right side of the bed and walked towards her, holding out his hand.

It took her a moment but she took it and then she was in his arms, her head nestled against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat.

If that didn't tell her what he felt, what he wanted, he didn't know what else would.

She smiled as she ran her hands up and down his back. This was Jason; this was the man that knew what she needed even before she did. This was also the man that had been invading her dreams for the past few years with erotic visions and temptations to Italy. This man was the one she practically attacked in her studio and then backed down citing she didn't want to use him. This man was the one who put up with her.

This man was the one she was desperately in love with.

And this man was the one she was going to make love to.

Her hands shook a little as she pulled back and twisted his shirt in her fingers, toying with it as she tugged it out of his waistband. He was so beautiful and he wasn't even aware of it, aware of the things that he did to her, aware of the things that he made her want to do to him.

She'd love to tell him, to reveal everything in a single breath but she knew that tonight wasn't the time to confess all so her fingers moved up his chest, then slid around to play with the hair on the nape of his neck, then tugged him closer and then kissed him with every ounce of passion in her body.

Jason knew that he shouldn't have groaned, he was the one that was suppose to be in control, he was the one who was suppose to lead things but when her lips met his and her tongue was pleading for entrance he couldn't help it. It slipped from his mouth before he could stop it and she wasn't complaining.

No she was wrapping her arms around him, standing up on her toes and pressing her body against his. She wanted more, she wanted all of him and he wasn't going to deny her.

His arms came around her, holding her tightly against him as his tongue danced with hers, clashing together, teasing one another, roaming her mouth, learning every crevice as she tried to learn his.

It was incredibly erotic for a kiss and made his jeans damn uncomfortable.

It was also making Elizabeth bolder.

She bypassed the shirt and went straight to the belt on his jeans.

Elizabeth shivered as her fingertips brushed against the cool metal, tugging at the leather loop until it came free from its harness. Then she was pulling it out of the belt loops and tossing to the floor.

His hands were in her hair, then on her face, caressing her cheeks as he kissed her over and over and over until she found it difficult to breathe. That's when they both pulled back gasping, their hands now reaching for each other shirts and in an instant they were off.

Now it was skin upon skin.

Part of Jason wanted to pull away as his fingers ran down her arms, brushing along her velvety skin and leaving goose bumps in his wake. He wanted to tell her that they shouldn't be doing this; that he loved her too much to let her into this world but he couldn't stop. Not when her nails were making the most wonderful sensation on his back. Not when she pulled his head down towards her so she could nibble lightly on his ear. Not when he felt her warm breath on his neck and then that delicious tongue.

The intoxication of Jason Morgan was making Elizabeth's head spin. She couldn't get enough of touching him, kissing him, just wanting all of him in this very moment. Her lips traced over his Adam's apple; then down his chest, causing his muscles to quiver as her tongue slid over his nipple. When she felt his body twitch under her ministrations she pulled back and flicked her tongue at his nipple, then again and again until she took the tiny bud in her mouth and bite it gently.

She let out a yelp when Jason took a handful of hair and pulled her away.

She then moaned when his lips came crashing down hers and his fingers fiddled with the hook that held her bra together. He made quick work of the white cotton material and soon he was pulling on her straps, slowly removing them from her body before stepping back, releasing the material from his hands and allowing it to fall to the floor at his feet.

Elizabeth's eyes followed the Hanes Her Way bra as it lay between them. Her instincts were to cover herself up, they always were, but Jason's index finger was under her chin, tipping her face upwards to look at him, to see the appreciation in his eyes, to see him moving towards her, his lips mere inches from her before he whispered, "You're beautiful."

Then his hands found her breasts, massaging them lightly as his tongue went back to dancing with hers. Their breaths were mingling each time he pulled back, her small moans filling the room as his thumbs rubbed her rosy nipples. She gasped went he bent down and tugged on one of them, nipping at it with his teeth.

She only hoped that her biting made him feel as wonderful as he was making her feel. Her legs were starting to give out underneath her, she felt the urge to wrap one arm around his neck, pulling him closer, hanging onto him for strength, until his arm slid under her knees and soon she was being carried to the bed.

Jason hovered over her, smiling as he stared at her swollen lips, aware that his must look the same way. Before Elizabeth walked into his world he never knew the power of dreaming, of wondering what happened next. He was always in the moment, but one look at her beautiful face, at those eyes that were staring up at him with so much trust, so much…he couldn't help but remember the times that he laid in this very bed and dreamt about her, wondered about her, about this moment.

It seemed surreal to him and he didn't want to waste another minute. He wasn't going to waste this night.

No matter what tomorrow would bring he was going to make sure that he and Elizabeth would savor what came next.

He felt her fingers pulling at the button on his jeans, pushing them down his hips before tugging on the zipper. He watched her movements and then looked back at her, only to be rewarded with a kiss and then her arms around his neck, pulling his full body weight down on top of hers.

For her that was the most incredible sensation, Jason's warm chest pressed against her own, rolling around together in his cotton sheets, wrapped up in one another. She couldn't wait another moment for his legs to be twined with hers, for his body to start moving in tune with her own. She needed it as much as she needed her next breath.

And he was with her, every step of the way. His hands were yanking her zipper down, pulling off her jeans and panties in the same movement, tossing them with his hands and not caring where they landed.

His lips were back on hers; then they were on her neck as she was kissing his forehead, his hair, his check, whatever she could touch with her lips. Her hands were on his jeans, pulling them down as she pulled away from him, growling slightly when they bunched at his muscular thighs.

She finally succeeded in tugging them off and throwing them next to hers when she looked back at him, naked as the day he was born and lying back on the bed. She was kneeling beside him in the same predicament.

Suddenly she was blushing, feeling the warmth creep through her entire body and Jason never saw a sight more endearing.

He leaned up and kissed her again, caressing her breasts as he nudged her back onto the bed and started to move his lips downward, placing butterfly kisses all over the creamy white mounds, down onto her smooth stomach, flicking his tongue at her outer belly button and then moving lower, lower still until Elizabeth's fingers entwined in his hair while he parted her thighs with his hands.

She sighed and then moaned when his tongue found that tiny bud and then flicked it once, twice before he leaned in closer and captured it with his mouth, sucking lightly, biting gently and sending her into oblivion.

She hadn't realized that she was that close, almost felt embarrassed by the thought, but he was kissing her again, telling her she was beautiful, amazing, murmuring words that didn't even make sense before he groaned himself, when she caught him in her tiny hands.

She could only describe him as velvet steel.

And he quivered when she ran her hand up and down his length, her other one reaching around to cup his balls as she stared at him, watching his eyes darken, his face break out in a sweat as he tried to concentrate, tried to hold on.

He had to pull her hand away when she gently started to run her nails down his length.

A man could only take so much.

And looking at Elizabeth Webber, flushed and ready for him, was causing him to use up all his self control.


He placed his palms on either side of her head, started to raise his body above hers before he froze, sighed and looked away, devastation written all over his face.

"I don't have…"

Of course he didn't, he had plenty, a whole year's supply until she moved in but then it was too tempting and he had to get rid of them or else he probably would've taken her on the floor downstairs and now when he needed them the most…

"I'm ok," she whispered, "I'm on the pill. We're both…"

He nodded and then he kissed her again, his leg brushing up against hers, her moans mixing with his as he inched closer and closer to what he could only describe as heaven.

When he thrust inside of her Elizabeth couldn't think of another moment in her life when she felt more complete. Jason Morgan filled her, her body, her heart, her soul and she wrapped her arms around him, wrapped her legs around his and tried to pull him closer, tried to move in tune with him, tried to keep this feeling for as long as she possibly could.

Jason felt himself start to lose some control. Being inside of Elizabeth, being wrapped up with her, gave him the incredible feeling; one he never felt before. She made nothing feel like something.

So he held on as long as he could, listened as she pleaded with him, begged him, whimpered and finally cried out his name before she was shaking and panting beneath him. Then he let himself go, felt something explode inside of her; felt his own body shake before he collapsed on top of her, her arms naturally falling around him.

He pulled back slightly, his face mere inches away from hers and he saw in her eyes what was reflecting in his own.

Love.

No word was uttered as he rolled to his side, pulling her with him and then tugging the sheet on top of their sweaty bodies.

Elizabeth smiled as she stretched in bed. It took her until this morning to realize that she couldn't possible leave.

Sure, she and Jason had a long road ahead of them, there were still some obstacles in their way but she was ready to fight and she knew that he would be too.

She wanted to be able to open her eyes for the rest of her life and see him next to her.

She rolled over grinning and came face to face with a pillow; a small note lay on top of it, her name scribbled across the front.

She didn't want to reach for it, grab it and read it, knowing that the words in side of there would change her life forever but she had to, had to know what would cause Jason to leave her to wake up by herself after the incredible night they had.

Sitting up in his black tee shirt she plucked the note from beside her and quickly scanned the words.

'See you later'

Her hands shook as it fell from them onto the bed beside her. No, this couldn't be. It wasn't possible. Not after last night, he couldn't think that she would still want to leave.

She scurried from the bed looking for her jeans, tugging them on without her panties and hurrying downstairs in her bare feet. She didn't know how long he was gone, maybe there was still time to catch him, maybe they could talk.

She flung the door open and stepped into the hall, around the side of the elevator. Johnny was poised in front of Sonny's door and she knew that he saw her. He took a step towards her, read the question in her eyes and then gave her a slight nod of his head.

The next thing she knew she was on the ground, in front of Jason's penthouse, in Johnny's arms as he rocked her and told her it would be okay.

She knew from that moment on that nothing would ever be the same.

Elizabeth felt the cool tears run down her cheeks as she opened her eyes and adjusted to the darkness. She saw him sitting across from the bed, a dark shadowy figure with dark hair, hunched over, his face in his hands.

She closed her eyes again and willed Sonny Corinthos to go away, she couldn't see him, not after the most wonderful, most horrible dream she ever had.

When she opened her eyes back up again they were staring into watery blue ones.

Jason Morgan was sitting across from her crying tears of his own.

She sat up further and then looked down when her son pulled away in his sleep and curled up further on the left side of the bed. Her eyes then went back to Jason's only to find him walking towards her, moving quietly into the night before sitting next to her on the bed.

He looked at her.

She looked at him.

Then they were holding one another, her tears muffled by his tee shirt, his muffled by her chestnut hair, finding solace, comfort, and a little bit of peace in each other's arms.