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.

Jason sighed as he slid his key into the lock and opened his door. He was still annoyed that he couldn't find his coat. He stopped by the club one the way home and checked but it wasn't in the back office. He was hoping that it was here; maybe he misplaced it in his haste to seduce his girlfriend at least four times a day.

He stopped just inside the penthouse, surprised by the atmosphere that surrounded him. There were candles everywhere, on all the tables and even lined up along the edges of the pool table. The lights were dimmed and there was some sort of jazz music playing through his speaker system. There, placed in the middle of the coffee table, with motorcycle magazines on either side of it, was a cold beer, the sweat still dripping from the bottle.

He smiled, oh yeah; he was in love with her.

"Jason?" he heard from the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, what's going on, Elizabeth?" he asked.

"Are the candles still lit?" she asked anxiety in her voice.

"They're still lit," he smiled.

"Good, go sit on the couch!" she shouted back, "Your beers still cold right?"

Jason walked over to the couch and kicked off his boots, grabbing the beer and making himself more comfortable, "Yep, the beer's still cold."

"Ok, close your eyes."

"Elizabeth…"

"I am not coming down until your eyes are closed and if they are opened I am running back upstairs and I won't speak to you every again!"

He laughed but did as he was told, closing his eyes and sighing contently. Whatever she had planned he knew it was good and that she at least wasn't attempting to cook again. They had yet to replace another pan that she had burnt.

Elizabeth tip toed down the stairs, peeking her head around the corner and making sure that his eyes were really closed. She smiled as she walked towards the couch, her fingers skimming through his hair along the way.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"What are you up to?" he asked as he felt her hovering over him, then a warm kiss was placed on his cheek.

"I know you said you forgave me a couple weeks ago," she said quietly as she placed one dainty foot up on the coffee table and then another, "But this is my way of saying I'm sorry for almost giving up on the best thing in my life," she tugged on the top she was wearing and smiled seductively, "Open."

Jason opened his eyes slowly and saw Elizabeth, standing on top of the coffee table, her feet bare, both her toe and finger nails painted black, her body covered in nothing but his leather jacket.

"You stole my coat," he tried to say but it came out in a croak that caused her to giggle.

"I borrowed it for the show," she winked.

"What show?" he asked starting to get up only to have her foot placed on his shoulder, pushing him back down.

"The private show you are getting right now," she whispered, "After all, I only wear leather for you."

Then she started to move, her hips flowing with the music and her eyelids fluttered downward, allowing him only to see glimpses of the blue orbs. She turned on the table, shook her beautifully curved backside in his face and let the jacket slip off of one creamy shoulder and then another.

She was humming when she turned back around to face him, the coat held closed with her tiny hands as her body slithered its way down to the coffee table and then right back up again. One hand let go of the jacket, allowing him a glimpse of her creamy skin, the other was sliding in her hair, her fingers tangling the chestnut curls as her face turned into one of the most erotic looks he had ever seen.

"Elizabeth…" he groaned from the couch. He felt his hands curl up into fists as he tried to keep them to himself.

"Every time I try on leather, every time I put it on, even my boots, I think of you," she whispered as she presented him with her back again, this time allowing the jacket to fall completely off of her shoulders, baring her naked back, "And when I think of you Jason, I just want to…" she moaned slightly as he watched her hand slid from her hair, down her shoulder, down the front of her body and he closed his eyes shuddering, only imaging what she was doing to herself.

"I can't help myself," she whispered as she turned towards him again, her hands no longer holding the jacket together and she was visible, nearly every part of her; the swells of her breasts, the nipples brushing against the leather material, the dark curls at the junction of her thighs.

"You have no idea what you do to a lady," she breathed as she slid her hand down the front of her body, grazing the beautiful curls.

"I'm getting the idea," he growled.

"And you know the other night, when you rushed out of here so fast without this lovely leather coat," she murmured as she ran her fingers over it, "I just couldn't help but put it on Jas and curl up on that couch your sitting on and think about what we would do when you got home," she sighed as one hand slid beneath the leather coat and caressed her breast, "And I just couldn't…mmm, Jas."

Jason moaned and closed his eyes as he placed his hand over the straining bulge in his jeans. He needed some type of relief.

"I thought about doing this," she whispered as her other hand slid under the jacket, caressing her other breast, "I thought about stripping for you, in all this leather, watching you get turned on, enjoying the pleasure that I was going to be providing you but then…then I realized that I just didn't want to take it off. Oh," she moaned softly as she pinched her own nipple, "Call me crazy but have you ever imagined what it would be like to fuck me in this jacket?" she laughed devilishly when she saw him struggle to open his eyes, saw his hand running over his denim covered length, "Cause I have and it got me off three times."

His eyes narrowed and she saw the flame flare up, she knew that this game was over, they were no longer playing and she backed away, yelping when she fell off of the coffee table and landed on her naked backside. She only had the chance prop herself up on her elbows before he was beside her, kissing her, pulling her tongue into his mouth and clashing with it.

She moaned as she slid her fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer, whimpering when he pulled back. She was slightly appeased when he pulled his shirt off.

"Do you want to hear what you do to me?" he whispered as he wrapped his fingers in her hair, "You want to hear what I did the very first night that I met you?"

She looked up at him, her eyes hazy and she licked her lips. She wanted to know. She wanted to hear that she wasn't the only person that wasn't able to sleep that night, that she wasn't the only one with an ache between her thighs that kept her tossing and turning until the wee hours of the morning.

"I was tempted to go out and find someone to fuck," he whispered as slid his hands down her thighs and parted them, licking his lips when he saw how wet she was, "But then I realized that not just anyone would do, so I…" he slid his denim clad knee between her thigh and rubbed it up against her, grinning when he heard her cry out, knowing that he found that tiny little pleasure button of hers, "I came home, and I got into the shower Elizabeth," he breathed as he leaned down and pressed damp hot kisses along the side of her neck and ear, "I turned on the ice cold water and I stepped under it and I just thought about fucking you over and over and over…"

Elizabeth was going mad. He was rubbing his knee against her in the same rhythm as he was repeating those words, over and over, and she could envision him, standing in the shower, running his hand up and down his length.

"I know your imaging it, me standing there, thinking of you, trying to hold onto the shower wall with one hand, the other one just running up and down," he breathed before he pressed his lips against hers. He could feel her soaking through his thick denim pants, "And I was imaging too Elizabeth, I was imaging taking you in every which way. Up against the shower wall, on the bathroom floor, in my bed, up on that damn stage you worked on. I wanted you so bad."

"Jason," she panted as she dug her nails into his back.

"It was like, I could almost taste you."

"Jason," she moaned as she bucked against him, harder, faster.

"And I just couldn't stop Elizabeth; I was in the shower for maybe…"

"Jas…" her head was against the carpet, flailing from side to side.

"A full hour, Elizabeth," he breathed as her nails moved from his back to his arm, leaving bright red scratches in their wake, "Just dreaming about fucking you, my sweet Elizabeth."

She screamed his name and her body started to shake, trembling in his arms and writhing against the floor. She was gasping for breath when the tremors stopped running through her body. Her eyes fluttered open to see a smirk on his face.

"Wicked bastard."

"You started it," he whispered as he leaned into kiss her but she shoved him hard, causing him to stumble on to his side. She was on him then, pushing him onto his back and placing kisses all along his bare chest.

He laughed softly as he circled his arms around her naked waist while she moved lower on his body and then lower still causing him to look down at her, "Elizabeth what are you…"

She smiled at him, wickedly as her tongue ran over the jutted out denim material. He had thought that he couldn't get any harder, he was wrong. He moaned and let his head fall back against the floor, sighing with relief when she pulled the button open. He groaned when he realized she was stopping there.

"What…" he asked, his head looking down at her again.

"I just wanted you to see," she whispered as she took the zipper in her teeth and started to tug it, ever so slowly, down his length, "How much fun I'm having."

"You…" he growled but then groaned when she slid her tiny hands inside the flap of his jeans and started to massage him through the cotton material of his boxers.

"My turn," she whispered, "My turn to tell you about that first night, when I was stuck in a room with three other girls and couldn't do a damn thing about it."

"You already had your turn," he said through gritted teeth when she pulled his jeans down, "That is not fair."

"This is my apology," she tsked as she pulled a condom out of his pocket and placed it beside his hand, "For later."

"Elizabeth…"

"I woke up sweating," she whispered as she flicked her tongue against him, against the cotton material that covered his straining manhood, "I was dreaming about you, Jason, imagining what it would be like to have you thrusting inside of me."

He moaned as he placed his hands over his face. God this was sweet torture.

"And I pictured myself dancing for you; I pictured the way your eyes would roam over my body, appreciating it like no other man."

"I do, fuck I do…" he moaned as she started to run her hands up and down his length, the cotton material scraping against his skin.

"Then I pictured you unable to stand it," she whispered as her nails danced up his thigh and slid into the leg opening of his boxers, "I pictured you just grabbing me around the waist and pulling me up against you…"

"Sweet mother of…" he moaned loudly when her fingers encountered his balls and squeezed them first one, then the other, before her thumb started to massage them.

"And you just ripped your jeans open and you just tore my panties," she sighed as pressed a kiss to his tip, "Literally in two," she licked her lips as her fingers withdraw from his boxers, "And then you slammed into me Jason and you were pounding against me," her hand went back to running up and down his length, fast, in motion with her story, her tumbling of the words, just as he did, "Harder and harder and harder until everything just…"

He groaned, ready to cry out, ready to scream, ready to explode into her tiny hands when she stopped and then sat on her knees, grinning at him.

"Then I woke up and realized I couldn't do a damn thing about it," she whispered, "Its horrible living with other people."

"You bitch," he cursed as he grabbed the condom and knocked her to the floor. She was laughing as he was pressing kisses all over her face, "You're gonna get it."

"I hope so," she murmured as she took the condom from him and ripped it open, pulling out the yellow rubber and reaching for him, "Take off the boxers," she whispered.

He complied and she wrapped her hand around him, letting him feel her skin on his. He sighed against her, his body shuddering against hers, "Elizabeth…" he breathed.

"I know," she whispered, "No more torture."

With her two tiny hands she slid the condom on him and then their eyes met, both filled with passion, both filled with longing, both filled with love.

"Make me yours," she breathed as she wrapped her one leg around his.

Jason held himself above her, his hands on either side of her head as he thrust inside of her. She moaned beneath him. She was pulling him closer as she thrust against him, wanting his skin against her own.

He panted above her as he continued to move against her, deeper, harder, closer to the release they were both aching for. He had to kiss her, he leaned down and let his tongue dance with hers, moaned when she pulled on his lip with those beautiful teeth of hers.

Elizabeth shuddered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her cheek against his chest. Her own breathing sounded like it was bouncing off the walls around them, the jazz music being drowned out.

"Jason…" she panted as her body rocked against his. "…with me…"

He somehow heard her through the haze and nodded, leaning down, pressing his lips against her own when with one last thrust they both tumbled towards the edge together.

She sighed when he collapsed beside her, sitting up quickly and peeling the leather jacket off of her body.

"What are you doing?" he asked looking up at her.

"I'm going to ruin it," she said, "It's going to get all sweaty. We're going to have to have it dry cleaned."

"No," Jason said pulling her back down beside him, pulling her into his arms, her head resting comfortable against his chest, "We're going to have it framed."

She laughed softly, "I was supposed to be saying sorry."

"Elizabeth, feel free to apologize to me anytime you want."