Elizabeth grinned as she swung her legs back and forth in front of her from where she was perched on top of the bar at Lily's.

Life was wonderful, so wonderful in fact that she just wanted to pinch herself to make sure she was awake and not dreaming the fantastic events of the past seven days.

She wanted to call it bliss, but she never felt bliss before, so she wasn't sure it was that. It was akin to that feeling she felt after Jason's hands worked their magic and she exploded into a million tiny pieces, breathing shallow, heart ready to burst from her chest. Now that, that had to be bliss, this emotion, this was simply fantastic.

She sighed loudly before taking another sip from the beer in her hand. It was only nine a.m. and she hadn't turned in until after five but she couldn't sleep, not with the dreams she was having and she didn't want anyone waking her up and inquiring about her not so subtle moans. She had made a decision that after the second one she had to get up and do something other than dream about Jason Morgan undressing her, caressing her, doing things to her that was deliciously sinful.

So she came downstairs in a short Grumpy Bear tee shirt, hopped up on the bar, grabbed a beer from behind it and day dreamed, about Jason Morgan, undressing her, caressing her, doing things to her that was deliciously sinful.

Elizabeth giggled and she knew that it was awful. She never giggled but this man was driving her insane. That night that Sonny caught them together in the limo was embarrassing and she thought she would die of mortification until Jason drug her back to the office and then burst out laughing. For a moment she had thought that he had lost it but then she saw the humor in it as well and joined in. Sonny wasn't mad, he was basically telling him he told them so, that and declaring that he was going to be driving in the front seat with Max until his car got detailed.

She was glad to be working for Sonny and Jason, finding out more about these two men was making her very comfortable, making her feel relaxed, a feeling she hadn't felt in years. She knew that she shouldn't be letting her guard down, she should always be looking over her shoulder but she could no longer do that when she was surrounded by bodyguards and worked in a club that was practically invitation only. An army couldn't penetrate Sonny's fortresses', a girl couldn't ask for more.

Well, maybe a stable home and a job that didn't involve taking your clothes off but Elizabeth wasn't going to complain, she was going to take what she could get.

She got Jason Morgan and she was running with it.

Hopping down from the bar, she tossed her bottle away and was going to head into the office, find that magazine Jason tossed at her last week while he was doing the books. Needless to say payroll still wasn't done and the magazine hadn't been read cover to cover. She thought she might even still have splinter or two left in her back from the door.

This was definitely wonderful.

"What the hell are you doing up this early?"

Elizabeth stopped quickly as she almost bumped into Candy who was standing there before her in a pair of jeans that were two sizes too small and a top that barely covered her breasts. She hoped the girl would be at least putting a coat on before she went out.

Elizabeth shook her head as she folded her arms across her chest, no she didn't, this was Candy, girl was a bitch to her, let her freeze her fake ass off.

"I'm afraid that's none of your business," Elizabeth said, "But since you're so interested I'll tell you that I couldn't sleep. It happens."

"Maybe you'd be able to get more sleep if you'd stop throwing yourself at the owner so damn much," Candy said with an unladylike like snort, "Jason Morgan doesn't want you. He prefers blonds."

Elizabeth tried to hold back her laughter but was unsuccessful. Apparently she and Jason were hiding their relationship well, at least from people that worked out of the ten foot area of his office.

"Jason doesn't own this club, Sonny does," Elizabeth said as she moved around Candy, "And I have things to do."

"You should find something more interesting to do than hang around here all day, Lizzie," Candy said, "Sonny and Jason are equal partners, Sonny's named this place sure, and he gets the publicity because Jason's too shy but it is Jason's place as well. Fucking him will get you nowhere but out on the street, especially if you fuck as horribly as you dance."

"While you're out there, picking up your little gossip," Elizabeth said moving back towards Candy, "Do yourself a favor and pick up a brain. I don't have to fuck Jason Morgan to keep or lose my job; I got a compliment personally from Mr. Corinthos letting me know that he was pleased with my work. Guess he likes the real shit, Candy, sorry for you."

Candy scoffed and raised her hand to slap Elizabeth but Elizabeth saw it coming, taking a step back and watching Candy swing, her palm coming in contact with the edge of the bar. She cried out in pain as Elizabeth laughed again.

"This is our place of business so I am not going to start or finish anything here," Elizabeth said, "I need this job but so help me God if I ever leave this place and find you out on the street..."

"Your just out of the cradle, you can't hurt me," Candy seethed as she rubbed her palm.

The corner's of Elizabeth's mouth were tugged upwards but her eyes narrowed, turning to an inky dark blue, "Everyone can I'm assume that I'm a kid, that I'm not familiar with this world and I have no idea what's going on in the real one but I've got something that you can pass along to everyone in the back. You don't know where I've come from, you don't know what I've been through and you do not want to find out what I'm capable of."

Candy opened her mouth to speak but a small burst of laughter seeped through Elizabeth's lips, cutting her off.

"Try me," she said quietly, "Because I can disappear as quickly as I appeared in Port Charles," her smile started to fade, "And so can you."

"Is there a problem?"

Elizabeth's eyes blinked before they looked past Candy to where Jason stood at the door, his hands encased in leather gloves and a sprinkling of white snow settled in his spiky hair. He was wearing his leather jacket and a pair of jeans along with those motorcycle boots that she loved so much. She was sure he was wearing a tee shirt underneath, he always did and he always looked hot as hell in them.

"No, no problem," Candy said as she gave Elizabeth one last glare before heading towards the door, "It's always a pleasure seeing you, Jason. I do wish you hung around long enough at night to watch us girls perform. We really like to hear your opinion."

"He's too busy figuring out the books so he can pay your asses," Elizabeth growled at as her bare foot started tapping against the hardwood floor, "Weren't you leaving?"

"I hope to see you later, Jas," Candy said as she threw him a sensual smile before she grabbed a puffy fur coat by the door and slipped it on while stepping outside.

"What was that all about?" Jason asked as he looked at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth wanted to hit him; he was actually smirking, thinking that it was funny that Candy was trying to make her jealous. She'd show him, she didn't get jealous, no matter what color your eyes were or how tight those jeans fit.

"Nothing," she said as she moved around the bar. She decided she needed another drink, "Candy was trying to tell me that I wasn't good enough to work here, I wasn't making Sonny happy, I should stop throwing myself at you, you know that shit. I told her that I'm not as innocent as people perceive and she took that as an invitation to flirt with you thinking it would bother me."

"And of course it didn't," Jason said as he rested his elbows on the bar and watched her fiddle around with the vodka bottles, trying to decide which want she wanted.

Her eyes snapped up to him, "You can flirt with whomever the fuck you want, Morgan."

Jason laughed as he reached over and took her chin between his fingers, pulling her closer, "I have to adjust to you stripping for a bunch of strangers, you have to adjust to strippers hitting on me."

A small smile was tugging at Elizabeth's lips, "I hate you."

"And you do it in the most wonderful way."

He swallowed her laughter with his lips and she wrapped her arm around him, deepening the kiss before releasing him and playing with the spikes on his hair, "What brings you by so early?"

"Johnny told me that he noticed the past few nights when he was switching shifts in the a.m. that you were getting up really early, at least, for someone who gets to bed when you do," Jason said, "I wanted to see if anything was wrong."

She shook her head, her chestnut hair falling around her, "I don't sleep a lot, never could."

Jason shrugged, "Me either, I get what I need to function."

"Just another thing we have in common," Elizabeth smiled, "I appreciate you checking on me."

"Well," Jason said as he moved away from the bar, "That and I also wanted to see if you'd like to go to breakfast. I heard you don't go out a lot."

"You hear a lot of things," Elizabeth said warily.

"I'm sorry," Jason said holding his hands up, "I like to keep an eye on things around here."

"Mmm-hmm," she murmured.

"Anyway," Jason said clearing his throat as his eyes started to sparkle. He loved that he could banter with her, even that got his blood warming, "It's called Kelly's, it's my favorite place to eat. I figured you might like to try it out."

"You're on," Elizabeth said as she tugged on her tee shirt, "Give me a few minutes to get changed."

"You can go in that, I won't mind."

She rolled her eyes as she made her way back down the lengthy hallway, "If I went like this, we wouldn't make it."

Jason's laughter followed her all the way up the stairs.

"I can see why they're hiring," Elizabeth smiled as she watched the hustle and bustle of the morning shift at Kelly's diner, "And the food is amazing."

"Isn't it?" Jason asked as he reached over with his fork and picked up a piece of her pancakes.

"Hey!" she squealed as she reached over and grabbed a strip of bacon, stuffing it in her mouth.

"That was bigger," Jason said as he leaned over and pulled her into a kiss, his tongue searching for the pieces of bacon that were in her mouth. He could feel her laughing under his lips and her cheek was becoming warm under his hand.

When he pulled back he could tell she was blushing as she ducked her face to hide it, "What?"

"I've never had anyone do that to me in public before," she whispered as she leaned towards him, "I'm not use to it."

"I don't see how any man could be around you and not want to touch you," he said as he picked up another piece of his bacon and fed it to her.

She chewed it slowly and then smiled softly at him, "You're the only man who has actually taken me out in public."

"How did you get here, Elizabeth?" he asked and then watched the light dim in her eyes, "What brought you into this crazy life you have?"

"Same old story," she said pushing her plate away, feeling her appetite all but disappear, "Lost my parents, shifted from foster home to foster home, found a man who said I was beautiful, wanted to make me rich, all I had to do was learn how to dance."

"Elizabeth…"

"Jason, please," she said as she tried to blink away the tears, "I really don't want to get into how I got here. I'm here and I'm dealing with it. I'm trying to save up so I can stop it," she forced a smile on her face, "I decided I want to retire in the Virgin Islands or maybe Hawaii. I can hula."

Jason reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently, "I believe it. I wasn't bringing you out here to grill you, I just…I guess wanted to know what else you liked besides sex."

She smiled as she laced her fingers with his, "I don't just like sex, I like it with you," she winked at him, "And I like rowdy bars and beers and classic movies and the color red and I love leather, especially when you're wearing it."

"That feeling is mutual," he said as he put his fork down and slid his hand beneath the table, "What else do you like?"

"80's cartoons," she laughed, "If you don't already know that from my tee shirt collection. I'm a child at…" she squeaked when she felt the heat of Jason's hand through her jeans, "Jason…"

"I'm listening," he said with a grin on his face.

"I'm not able to concentrate," she said as she licked her lips, "Because every time that you touch me, my brain starts screaming things that I shouldn't be listening to."

"I love your brain."

"You should hear what my body says…don't even respond to that," she said holding her hand up and sighing when he shifted his chair closer to her, his palm sliding between her legs, "There's only been one day since I've met you when we haven't screwed. That only happened because I showed up an hour before opening and you told me I couldn't strip."

"Are you complaining that I spend too much time touching you?" he asked as his chair moved closer still, the edge of it bumping up against hers. He pulled her leg up over his thighs and returned his hand to its position, this time allowing it to run up and down her inner thigh.

"Jason," she said on a shaky breath as she watched those beautiful blue eyes darken, "I don't think you are aware of what you do to me."

He leaned closer to her, smelling that lovely fruit flavored shampoo she used on her hair. Today it smelled like peaches. He smiled, leaning in to kiss her before pulling back, causing her to sigh.

"I don't think you realized what you just said, Elizabeth," he watched her eyes flutter, surprise on her face as if she realized that she admitted he had control over her. He decided since she took a step, he might as well, "You do the same things to me," he whispered before he did kiss her, his tongue slipping into her mouth easily, causing her to moan softly.

Elizabeth pulled back, her hands coming up to rest on his cheeks, "We're in a family restaurant, we can't, Jason."

"I know, I know," he nodded before leaning into kiss her again, pulling back breathing heavily, "If only I knew how to stop wanting you all the time."

"It's a blessing and a curse," she breathed before she kissed him again, until a waitress was standing over them, clearing her throat.

"There are children present," she said dropping their bill in front of them and then turning off, huffing along the way.

Elizabeth leaned over and laughed into Jason's shoulder while he grabbed the bill and pushed her leg off of his thighs. He dropped two twenty's on the table, a tip that the waitress didn't deserve, and then held his hand out to help Elizabeth up from her seat.

She threaded her fingers through his and grabbed another piece of bacon before they headed outside, the cold weather enough to prevent her blood from boiling. The two of them could probably go to the zoo, surrounded by children of all ages, and still wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of each other.

Definitely a curse, she thought and then felt his hand warm the small of her back, definitely a blessing.

"I know you're off tonight," he said quietly as he looked down at her, "I managed to get some time off from Sonny. I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my place."

Elizabeth looked up at him, butterflies fluttering around her stomach at the thought of being all alone with Jason, in a real bed, with no one able to disturb them. The thought both thrilled and scared her to death. No man had ever invited her back to his place, not to stay for the night, not for hours of unending pleasure that would surely drive her out of her mind.

She closed her eyes, desperately wanting to say yes but when she opened them back up and saw his blue ones, patiently waiting for an answer she knew that she couldn't.

Shaking her head she stepped away from him, "I was hoping that you could just drop me off at the hospital when we were through breakfast."

"Hospital?" he asked as the palms of his hands came to rest under her elbows, "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

Elizabeth shook her head again and looked away from him, "No, I just…" she looked back at him, her face devoid of all emotion, "I need to get an HIV test done."