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.

Elizabeth laughed softly as she tired the push the pool balls away from her. Jason was finding humor in it as well, his lips smiling before they were pressed against hers.

"I don't know why I love this game," he grumbled as he shoved another ball into a pocket.

She was pulling his tee shirt off his body, tossing it towards the other end of the table as he climbed up, one jean covered knee pressed against the green felt. His mouth was pressing warm, wet kisses all over her face before they moved down towards her neck where he was nibbling gently. She massaged his back with her fingers, moaning softly when his warm hands pushed her shirt up her body.

"In case I haven't told you, you're beautiful," he whispered as he pulled the offending cotton off of her. His fingers were in her hair as he was kissing her again, just his lips on her own. It didn't have the sizzle of their tongues clashing with one another but just the same it was wonderfully erotic.

She reached for the belt on his jeans and undid it, listening as she heard clumps on the floor from his motorcycle boots. She was sighing as his fingers pull down the straps to her bra, moaning loudly when his lips were sucking on her nipple over the silk blue material.

"I love you in blue," he mumbled against her breast, "Always wear blue."

She'd wear anything the man desired if he kept causing little electric shocks to run up her body as they were doing now. She knew that she shouldn't allow this to happen; she should be the one pleasuring him, especially after all that he had listened to tonight. She was pushing against his chest, wanting him to be the one with his back against the pool table when he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head with one large hand.

"For once you are going to lie on your back and you are going to enjoy this."

She saw the desire, the passion in his blue eyes and she nearly came right there. Nodding eagerly she watched as he bent down, his hand releasing hers so he could pull her bra lower. Then his mouth feasted upon her.

With his right palm he was molding her breast, bringing it to his mouth so he can lap at the creamy skin before him. His tongue was drawing circles on the unblemished mound before he moved to her rosy nipple, flicking lightly, relishing in the way she moaned his name.

He moved to her other breast, not wanting it to feel neglected as his free hand moved her body, reaching behind it to unhook her bra. He pulled it off and tossed it over the side of the table, his hands quickly coming back to her breasts, massaging the mounds in his hands. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing heavy and with the way that her body was squirming underneath of him Jason could tell that she was enjoying every minute of it. He moved his hands away, slid them back into her hair and laid his body flush against hers.

For him, this was one of the most pleasurable moments, skin pressed up against skin, her taunt nipples rubbing against his own, her smooth creamy complexion against his rough slightly tanned one. Whenever they touched like this he felt it in every fiber of his being.

"Jason…" she moaned softly.

She wasn't use to this, to someone taking care of her. It felt strange, it felt different, it felt wonderful and she never wanted it to stop. Jason was kissing his way down her stomach, dragging his tongue along her body before stopping to play with her belly button that he seemed to love so much. She felt his knee pressed against her body, she was rubbing herself up against it, wanting to ease that delicious ache that was between her thighs. He was undoing her button, pulling down the zipper on her jeans, tugging them down at the waist slightly, revealing a matching pair of blue silk underwear.

She just loved the way he groaned.

Jason ran his hand along her face, then let it skim over her breasts, loving the way she shivered under his touch. It danced across her stomach, tickled her belly button before it slid by her waist, went lower still until it was under the band of her panties and Elizabeth gasped, loudly.

"Jason!"

He easily slid a finger inside of her and then another, moving them slowly back and forth while his thumb found the tiny nub that was causing her so much torture. He leaned up with one knee, giving himself better access as he pulled her jeans and underwear down further. His thumb and forefinger were causing a delicious friction with that tiny numb while his middle finger and ring finger worked their majestic rhythm.

Elizabeth had thought she knew what pleasure was until Jason Morgan walked into her world and defined the meaning of it. She was trying to grasp at the green felt and when that wouldn't do she wound up grabbing a stray ball and squeezing it in her hand. She was sighing with pleasure, crying out at the joy of it all the while Jason was kissing her again, this time letting their tongues dance.

When he pulled back she was panting, trying to grasp some air and she threw the ball over the side of the table when something inside of her burst. Her body arched and she cried out his name over and over again until she felt herself become hoarse.

She wasn't aware that he had pulled a condom out of his pocket, wasn't aware that he moved away from her to discard his pants along with her own, she wasn't aware of him hovering over her until he said her name, until he was moving inside of her, thrusting deeply.

Her body acted instinctively, wrapping itself around him, molding itself to Jason Morgan. Sweat from his forehead was dripping onto her body, mingling with her own as she ran her nails down his back, leaned up and gently nipped on his ear, her panting matching his.

She squeezed herself around him, trying to give him just an ounce of the pleasure he provided her but all too soon she felt it racing towards her, the exquisite taste of ecstasy that she had only felt in his arms. She was trying to hold back, trying to wait for him but somewhere in the haze she heard his voice.

"Just let go, Elizabeth," he croaked, "Just enjoy it."

And she did, she let herself tumble forth, screaming out his name before he followed suit and collapsed on top of her.

Elizabeth clung to him, not wanting to let him go, and grateful that he had confused her tears for sweat.

He had disappeared for a few moments afterwards, normally she would get up and inquire about his whereabouts but she was so exhausted she couldn't even move. He returned with a blanket and wrapped it around her naked body, cradling her in his arms as he carried her upstairs to his dark bedroom.

She felt him lay her upon the mattress as if she were a precious doll and then he climbed in beside her, sighing, his eyes growing heavy, before pulling her up against him and holding her tightly.

She couldn't sleep though, she laid there for a few hours before she had to get up and use the restroom, then she came back and just sat there, staring, as the moonlight slid in through an open curtain and danced upon his wonderfully naked chest and face. He looked so innocent in his sleep, like there was nothing to worry about and she wondered if her face ever took that look upon it.

Reaching over, her fingers gently caressed the spikes that she loved so much, tugging on them gently enough not to disturb him. His breathing was soft, his one hand was under his pillow propping his head up and his other lingered in the space where she just was.

She couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him, felt her heart melt when he sighed contently and couldn't stop the tears as they started to fall from her eyes onto his cheeks.

"I'm falling in love with you," she breathed.

Jason's eyes fluttered open and he was surprised to see Elizabeth's face inches away from his own, tears filling her beautiful blue eyes.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong?" he whispered, his hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer.

She wrapped her arm around his waist and buried her head in his neck, "Just…"

Jason felt her other hand slid down his body. He knew where she was headed, knew what she was trying to do, wanting the one thing that she had taken comfort in all these years. He could easily provide her with it, sex with Elizabeth would always come easy, but tonight he wasn't giving her that.

He took her hand in his own, twined their fingers together, and with the other one, pulled her into his arms and simply held her, letting her know with his silence, with his strength, that there was a new way to find comfort.

Elizabeth finished tossing out the rest of the burnt eggs that she had tried unsuccessfully to cook for Jason after she had gotten up. She was hoping to surprise him with breakfast in bed but when the coffee started to burn she had decided to call Johnny at the club, knowing he was changing shifts soon, and asked if he could pick up Kelly's for herself and Jason. She promised him a big tip if he delivered it within the hour.

She let out a small whoop as she heard a knock at the front door, grateful that Jason was still asleep and Johnny was as fast as she thought he would be. She held the sheet up against her and pulled the door open with a smile.

"I am so glad that you…"

"Uncle J!" she heard squealing as two figures darted past her and into the penthouse. She saw them stop and look around confused.

"Where's Uncle J?" the little girl asked.

Elizabeth liked her lips as she tried to pull the sheet higher, "Um…"

"Right here, Adella," Jason smiled as he came down the stairs in a pair of sweatpants.

Elizabeth felt the breath taken away from her. That man could make anything look good.

"Uncle J! Uncle J!" Adella cried as he bent down and picked her up in his arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek before scooping up the boy beside her, "Can you take us to the park today? It's supposed to be so pretty today."

"Yeah! They got a new swing seat!" the little boy cried.

Elizabeth started to make her way towards the stairs, grabbing the pile of clothes she had placed there after picking them up earlier from where they had been scattered around the pool table. She almost had one foot on the first step.

"Adella! Morgan!" Lily stopped abruptly when she entered Jason's penthouse, "Elizabeth, I apologize. The children aren't use to Jason having company."

"That's o…"

"Did you find them?" Sonny asked coming into the penthouse grinning, "They always run over here in the morning. I told…Elizabeth, hello."

Elizabeth felt her pale skin turn completely red as she tried to kept the sheet up with one hand and bury her face with the other. Before she realized it, Jason was standing beside her, an arm around her shoulder.

"We would like to visit with the kids," Jason said, "You just need to give us a minute to get dressed."

"Foods…" Johnny stopped at the doorway, "Here."

"Excuse me," Elizabeth said, "I'm going upstairs to crawl into a hole."

"I'll just put this in the kitchen," Johnny said.

"Adella, Morgan, we're going back home until your Uncle is ready to see you," Lily said.

"Aw, Mom," Morgan whined as he took the hand of his little sister and followed his parents out of the penthouse, Sonny laughing as he closed the door behind them.

"Oh God, that was horrible."

"Do you always answer the door in a sheet?" Jason laughed as he followed her into his bedroom.

"No!" she said and smacked his arm, "I wasn't expecting two little children to come barreling through it."

"Just who were you expecting?" he asked.

"Johnny! I called him and told him to bring us break…" she bit her lip and stopped.

"You ordered us breakfast?" Jason asked.

Elizabeth looked down at her feet, her toes playing with the hem of the sheet, "I was trying to cook you breakfast but I'm not very good with eggs or coffee. Don't ask about the toast and I owe you a new pan."

She looked up when she felt his warm hands on her bare arms, "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," she said, "I didn't have a rose to go with the platter but I wanted to give you breakfast in bed."

"You did," he grinned, "At about four a.m. this morning."

She scoffed and pushed him away, "I knew Johnny has seen me in less than this so I thought it would be okay to open the door for him and our food. I apologize if I demoralized the kids Uncle J."

"I'm sure they're fine," Jason said as he pulled her back into his arms and kissed the top of her head, "Their father is Sonny, they're probably already corrupted."

Elizabeth's laughter was muffled against Jason's chest, "I didn't know what you liked so I think I ordered everything on the breakfast menu. Maybe we can go over and share it with them."

"I think they would like that," Jason smiled as he stepped back, "Let me throw on a shirt and some socks."

"I left my clothes downstairs, again," she said biting her lip, "I'll be right…" She caught the shirt that was handed it to her and lost the sheet when she made a grab for the sweatpants that came flying at her head.

"I'd rather you go in that," Jason said pointing to her naked state, "But I don't think Sonny would approve so you can just throw those on."

"This tie should help, somewhat," she said dryly as she pulled the sweat pants on. They were elastic at the bottom so they wouldn't be falling past her ankles and she was able to pull the string tight enough around her body. They did look huge on her.

"That look is in right? My sister listens to that kind of music. I hate the clothes she wears," he said.

She could've went in just the black shirt she had on, it was long enough to be a dress on her, but she bunched it up and tied it into a knot at the waist. Even though she felt swallowed up in the outfit she liked these clothes more than the ones she had waiting for her downstairs. They were warm and smelled like Jason. It was the nearest to heaven she was ever going to get.

"You want socks too?"

"No," she laughed, "And I'm going to pass up on any slippers you may own."

"I don't own slippers."

"Are you too cool for slippers, Mr. Macho?" she asked and squealed when she tried to scoot out of his way, only to stop and grab the waist of her sweatpants, "Don't do that," she laughed, "You'll make me loose my pants."

Jason grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards him, pressing a kiss to her lips, "I don't know how I'm going to make it through breakfast," he growled, "But you can be sure that you are going to be thoroughly satisfied afterwards."

"That's not possible," she said backing away him, holding onto the sweatpants, "We have to take the kids to the park, Uncle J."

She was laughing as she bounded down the stairs, him right on her heels.