Elizabeth turned around in the mirror once more as she adjusted the straps to her dress. It took a day long shopping trip with Lily, Emily and Lu to find it, along with a pair of matching lace up sling back heels, but Elizabeth finally found the outfit that she planned to wow Jason Morgan with.
It was subtle, yet sexy, something that Sonny would allow her out in the house in. It was a halter dress, with a cross over bust and empire waist. There were satin diagonal inserts that flowed from just under her bust and the dress hit slightly above her knees. The back had criss-cross straps as well as an oval cut out that dipped to just above her backside. She made sure to get it in a midnight blue, Jason's favorite color on her.
She sighed as she fluffed her hair once more and turned away from the mirror. Elizabeth couldn't understand why she was so nervous. She knew that tonight was the night that she and Jason had been waiting for, been dreaming and fantasizing about, for the past twelve months. She knew that it was special. She knew she would be chomping at the bit until the clock struck midnight but she didn't know why there were a thousand butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She didn't understand this queasy feeling. She had been with him numerous times before and tonight would be no different.
Elizabeth smiled softly as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Tonight was going to be different. Tonight was going to be the first time she had ever made love to Jason Morgan.
She knew she was in love with him when he stormed out of the penthouse all those months ago and left her curled up on the floor, wondering how she was going to piece her life back together. She knew she was crazy about him. She knew that she cared enough about him to let him go. She didn't know that what she felt then couldn't even begin to compare to what she was feeling now. She loved this man, she lived for this man, she would die for this man and she was going to spend the rest of her life with this man.
Laughing softly, Elizabeth fell back on her bed and made no attempt to hold back her giggles. She was no longer nervous. She couldn't wait until the cake was cut, until the well wishes were made, until he took her hand and led her out of the room, back to his penthouse, back to his bed. She was going to love him like she never had before. She was going to make sure that Jason would be well taken care of. Tonight, his satisfaction, his pleasure would come before hers.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Elizabeth shot up in bed; her face beat red as she saw her father standing in her doorway, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets. She bit her lip and looked away from him.
Sonny chuckled nervously, "Never mind. I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking."
"Oh lord," she laughed as she buried her face in her hands.
"Hey, don't ruin your make up. Lily will have my head," he smiled at her when her eyes met his again, "You look absolutely beautiful, Elizabeth. I'm afraid I'm going to have to have another conversation with Jason tonight."
She groaned as she stood up, "I really wish that you wouldn't do that."
"I won't. I promise," he chuckled, his dimples showing. He then smiled sadly, "I just got you and I'm losing you already. I couldn't be more proud of you Elizabeth had I been there when you were born. Over this past year you have turned into such an amazing young woman. You are an inspiration to both of my daughters."
"You know what's funny?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around her waist and walked towards Sonny, "When I left Chicago I didn't think I had any more growing up to do. I mean, I was on my own, I was making my own money and I was making sure that I was always one step ahead of Louis. I thought that I was all grown up, that I couldn't possibly learn anything else in this life. Then I met you and Lily and Jason and the rest of my life."
She laughed softly as she quickly dabbed at the tears that were forming in the corner of her eyes, "There I going ruining my own make up. I can't thank you enough for letting me back into your life. I lied to you; I brought danger upon your family…"
Sonny held his hand up, "I knew from the first moment that I laid eyes on you that Jason had finally met his match and you have no idea how glad I was. I think I knew from that moment that the two of you were going to be together. I shouldn't have let you walk away Elizabeth, neither of us should, we both should have protected you more. You were always a part of this family."
"Look what I did to it. I almost got you killed."
"I let you walk back into that monster's arms."
"And if we continue to do this all night, we're going to be here for Elizabeth's nineteenth birthday," Lily smiled as she entered the room in a full length red dress, "The limo is waiting and the two of you just need to hug and admit that fate brought us all here for a reason. That is how Sonny and I got together, fate, because he's as bullheaded as Jason Morgan."
Elizabeth laughed softly, "I'll take that, fate. Fate brought me to the best parents a child could ever have. Thank you both for everything."
"You're welcome," Lily smiled, "I have your wrap downstairs. I believe that Johnny and Lu are already there and have opened the bar. You need to keep a better watch on that bodyguard of yours."
"It has nothing to do with my bodyguard," Sonny scowled, "It has everything to do with that woman of his."
"We are evil creatures aren't we?" Lily laughed softly, "Elizabeth, are you coming?"
Elizabeth took one last look at herself in the mirror and then at the room she had spent the past year of her life in. She had more happy memories in this one room than she did with the family that had raised her. It was heart wrenching and bittersweet all in the same moment.
"Elizabeth, I'm sure Jason is waiting," Sonny smiled from the doorway.
Elizabeth smiled back, "I'm coming Dad."
Sly nursed his third beer of the evening as his eyes floated back towards the door. He was here because Elizabeth invited him and he knew that if he didn't show up she was going to hand him his own head on a silver platter.
He received a glare from his cousin when he walked into the place. It didn't matter that he and Lu shared the same bloodlines, Sly had hurt her best friend and she was going to make sure that he was aware of it. Johnny trying to smooth things over didn't work. The little tart slammed his bottle down in front of him and told him not to choke on it. Her eyes then softened somewhat before she turned away again. Sly just muttered a curse and started to drink.
Here he was an hour later, his eyes trained on the door as he waited for Elizabeth to arrive. He was going to watch her blow out her candles and then he would make some excuse as to why he would have to leave. He was sure that he could meet up with Elizabeth later to give her card which had a few hundreds casually slipped inside of it. He did not want to be there when Jason arrived and he certainly didn't want to spend anymore time than necessary with his angry cousin. That and he was still hoping to avoid Emily.
It had been a week since the incident in his room at Kelly's and the damn woman still haunted his dreams. There were nights when a cold shower wouldn't suffice and he was tempted to make a trip down to Courtland Street to pick up a hooker. In the end Sly knew it wouldn't help. He would only be thinking of Emily when he took a whore to bed. It would be her long brown locks tickling his chest, it would be her chocolate eyes glazing over with passion and it would be her voice moaning his name in their moments of pleasure.
Sly quickly downed the rest of his beer and knocked his knuckles on the bar, motioning for another. He rolled his eyes when he saw Lu walking towards him with a Guinness and a smirk on her face. Johnny stood by the tap watching them both.
"You just might be able to redeem yourself here, Eckert," Lu said as she handed him the beer and took away the empty bottle, "Here comes Em now."
Sly saw Emily approaching the bar, the smile on her face was directed at the laughing O'Brien's who were now arguing over whether or not Lu should be drinking. Sly released his hold on his beer and slowly started to stand up as she came closer, decked out in a chocolate gown that was a perfect match to her eye color.
"Don't get up on my account," Emily said as she slid onto the barstool next to Sly, "Hey you two. Can you tear yourself away from each other and get me a soda?"
"A soda?" Johnny asked looking at his wife, "Do we have that?"
"Yes," Lu said pulling Johnny away from the tap, "It's in the back."
"Lu, I don't think it…" he smiled at Emily and Sly as he was drug off by Lu, "It's in the back. We'll be right out."
"Subtle," Emily murmured as she turned away from Sly and looked towards the door.
Sly watched her move further away from him, physically and emotionally. He knew that he should have never touched her. He should have never even thought about it. Not only did he have Morgan breathing down his neck and watching his every move, he had lost one of his best friends because he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
"Em," he said quietly as he reached out to touch her only to retreat quickly, "Emily, I just…what happened…what didn't happen…"
"There's no need to stumble over an apology, Sly." Emily said as she turned back towards him, "You didn't throw yourself at me; the roles were reversed."
She turned away from him again, looking down at her manicured nails. He felt something inside of him twist, that knife again, burning and aching from the pain that he caused her. He wanted to make it right, he wanted to tell her that everything would be okay but he knew that he couldn't. Nothing was every okay in the life of Sly Eckert.
There was only one thing left to do.
"Emmy," he said as he slid off of his barstool and moved closer to her, his hand reaching out and touching her bare shoulder, "Emmy, I am sorry. The last thing that I ever wanted to do was break your heart."
She turned towards him, pain, tears reflecting in those beautiful brown eyes, "Don't apologize, Sly," she whispered as she moved away from him, "At least I have a heart to break."
And with that, Emily walked away.
Elizabeth pushed the elevator door further open as she stormed over to Jason's penthouse. Twenty minutes ago he had called Sonny and told him that he was held up at the warehouse tying up loose ends. He said that he knew the situation could have been handled by someone else but he wanted to make sure that it was done right. He then asked her father to relay the message that he was sorry and he would be there as soon as possible.
That wasn't good enough for Elizabeth. She had Adam bring the limo around and drive her across town towards Jason's home. She would be damned if this bastard was going to ruin her night. She had waited all year for this moment, for the chance to be in his arms once again and he was going to stall it because of invoice problems. She was going to give him a problem alright.
Elizabeth tried his door and found it open. She then threw her purse on the couch and hastily took off her wrap, throwing that on his desk. Her heels clicked angrily as she made her way into the kitchen looking him.
"Morgan?" she called as she came back and looked out on the balcony, "Jason, so help me when I get my hands on you," she said as she stormed up the stairs, "You told me you were going to be there. You said we were going to blow out the candles together," she stuck her head in the spare room and the bathroom before her eyes sparked with angry and she made her way down the hall.
"You said that we were going to share a piece of chocolate cake before we took it back to the penthouse and…" Elizabeth froze as she entered Jason's room.
Jason looked somewhat surprise as she burst into his bedroom. He had pulled the comforter down on his bed and was standing by the right side of it. He was dressed in his jeans and a cornflower blue tee shirt, a color he picked out because Elizabeth had one time told him she liked the way it brought out the blue in his eyes. He felt the bowl wobble in his arm as the last few flower pedals fell from his fingers and scattered across the bed.
"You said something about roses," he said quietly as he put the bowl down on the nightstand.
She did, all those months ago, on the bridge when Jason was finally coming to terms with the loss of their baby. He remembered her off handed comment about roses and candles. They too were placed throughout the room but had yet to be lit. The roses were strewn across the bed, pedals in all colors, all done by the man standing across the room for her.
"I can't believe you…" Elizabeth said softly as she bit her lip and tried hard to prevent the tears from falling over her lids. This man could not get anymore amazing.
"Honestly? Me either," he said as he made his way around the bed towards her, "I just wanted to make sure that this night was a night you weren't going to forget and I…" he looked back at the bed and then back towards Elizabeth, "I'm sure you've never had a time…" he cleared his throat as he looked down at his bare feet, "I wanted it to be special for you, Elizabeth."
"You have…" she smiled as the tears overwhelmed her and slowly started to slide down her cheeks, "You have now idea how much I love you. I can't…I can't even put it into words," she whispered as she reached for him and he moved closer.
"You look beautiful," he said as he slid his arm around her waist and his fingers danced along the naked skin on her back. He smiled as he reached up with his free hand and brushed a curl out of his face, "I'm glad I arranged things the way I did because had I seen you earlier, I wouldn't have let you leave the penthouse."
Elizabeth laughed softly, "Arranged things?"
He nodded, "Sonny was supposed to give me thirty minutes."
"Yeah well I told Adam to step on it," she said as her hands slid up his chest, "I couldn't wait to see you, to kill you…" she bit her lip as her eyes met his, "To make love to you."
"Elizabeth…" he breathed as he moved his face closer towards her, cupping her cheek with his warm palm, "I've imagined this moment so many times. You can't…"
"I can," she whispered pressing her cheek against his hand, "Please don't make me wait another minute more."
Jason brought his other hand up to her cheek and closed the space between them, pressing his lips against hers. He curved his head slightly and let his mouth mold with hers as he felt her arms wrap around his waist and pulled his lower body up against her own. This was the moment that he had been waiting for the past twelve months and he didn't think that it could get any better than this.
He felt her sigh against his mouth and he opened his slightly to slide his tongue out and run it along the seam of her lips. She moaned softly before opening her mouth and welcoming him in, letting her warm tongue dance with his. His hands started to move from her face, across her naked shoulders, down along her back towards the flare in her skirt where his calloused fingers gripped the pieces of satin.
Elizabeth stood up on her toes as much as she could in her expensive heels and pressed her eager body against his own. She threaded her fingers through his hair as the kiss became more heated, more intense while the two of them battled for control. His fingers were around her waist now, stopping here and there to massage her through her dress before he pulled away from her and turned his head as he gasped for air.
She placed damp kisses along his cheek, his jaw line, moving along towards his chin until she reached his Adam's apple. Her teeth nipped at it gently and then her tongue flicked out and laved it, soothing the red mark that she left in her wake. Her fingers moved from his hair to his broad shoulders, skimming across the expanse before they came to rest on his pectorals. She gave him a small smile, as her blue eyes met his own, when her nails gently scratched him through his tee shirt. She then stepped back and looked at him.
This was what the past year had been like for him. He always stood back, allowing Elizabeth the control, allowing her, as she was right now, to devour him with those sapphire eyes while her tongue danced along her own lips. She then reached out tentatively, almost nervously, as she started to pull his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. Slowly, his shirt was being pushed up over his body, over the well defined abs, the dusty colored nipples, the broad shoulders, to the arms that were outstretched. He took over for her where she could no longer reach and tossed his tee shirt onto his dresser when he was done. There her stood before her, shirt less, as she leaned towards him and placed one tiny kiss of his rapidly beating heart.
Elizabeth had thought that she was the only one there tonight with nerves that needed to be quelled but it seemed as if her lover was as anxious to please her as she was him. She placed another kiss over his heart before she started placing tiny butterfly kisses along his chest. Her fingers were running along his naked waist, her nails tickling him slightly as they moved along his abs towards his back. She could feel his patience nearing its end. She could feel the resistance fading. His hands were soon in her hair, twisting themselves in her dark locks as he pulled her lips away from his chest and towards his own.
He devoured her again, making love to her with his mouth as his hands roamed up and down her back. His fingers searched the many straps that were on her dress, looking for the one that would undo the material and allow himself to feast upon her beautiful body. When he sighed in frustration he felt Elizabeth pulling away, felt her hands over his as she guided him down towards the bottom of the stain material. With her as lead, they started moving back upwards, taking the dress with him and inch by inch, Elizabeth was revealed.
She had on a pair of nude colored thigh high stocks that had a delicate lace top. As he moved the dress higher he could see that she was wearing midnight blue satin boy short panties along with a matching strapless bra. Her head disappeared for a mere moment as he pulled the dress over it and gripped it in one firm hand. And there she stood, wanting, waiting, weeping for him.
Jason let the dress slide to the floor and he pulled her back into his arms.
Elizabeth felt herself being lifted to the floor and she instinctively wrapped her legs around Jason's waist as he turned their bodies and carried her towards the bed that rested a few feet away. She felt herself being lowered slowly to the mattress, amongst the cotton sheets and the rose peddles, as Jason's lips continued to move over hers. His body weight was a welcome comfort as he settled between her legs and pulled back slowly.
He stared at her, with those intense blue eyes, eyes that she fell into almost immediately. She smiled at him when he leaned down and placed a kiss on her nose and when he pulled back again Elizabeth pulled him down for a sweet kiss.
"I love you," she whispered as her fingers traced his jaw line.
Jas smiled at her, tenderly, like a man head over heels, "I love you."
She felt the tears gather at her eyes again but they were soon replaced with the emotion that was titled passion. Jason was kissing her again, his hands roaming her body as his lips made a downward path along her skin. He was touching every inch that he could possible reach. His teeth were tugging on her earlobe before his tongue lapped at it, then he moved his way over towards her neck where he was nibbling slightly and then blowing on the wounded areas with his warm breath. His hands were skirting around her waist before they started moving upwards, towards the satin material that covered her breasts. She sighed and moaned when one large palm reached its destination.
Jason's palm massaged the satin material that covered her breast. He could feel her nipple hardening beneath his touch and soon his lips moved from her neck down to the creamy swells. He leaned slightly on his knees as he propped himself up and started to pry the material away from her, allowing him to view the beauty that was Elizabeth. Her lips were parted, her eyes were closed and she was mewling softly as his fingers danced along her tender flesh. He leaned back down and his mouth latched eagerly onto one of her nipples, sucking on it until he could feel it become swollen under his ministrations. Then he nipped at it gently, flicking at it with his tongue until he could feel her squirming beneath him. Only then did he relinquish the one breast and moved towards the other.
Elizabeth moaned as her fingers dug into Jason's shoulder blades. He was torturing her exquisitely, moving back and forth between each breast, lavishing them with attention. His mouth was on fire, scorching her skin as he left a damp blaze in his wake. She felt herself panting, her leg wrapping around his denim covered one as he started to move his way downward, kissing along her smooth stomach before he nipped gently at her belly button which caused a small giggle to burst forth. She frowned when he moved himself away from her.
Jason was kneeling before the bed, his fingers fumbling with the ties on her shoes as he tried to get them off. Once he managed to mentally calm himself down he managed to remove them and placed them by the side of the bed. His fingers then skimmed along her ankle before they danced up her leg and along her thigh to reach the hose that she had on. Inch by inch he slowly pulled the one down her leg, then the other, throwing them over his shoulder before he smiled wickedly at her. The next thing he reached for was her satin panties.
Elizabeth adored the undergarments that she had purchased specifically for this evening and she was grateful that Jason was removing them instead of ripping them off as was his habit with her. When her panties had reached her ankle and he was pulling them off one foot at a time she leaned up and unhooked her bra, peeling it away from her skin and letting it fall over the side of her bed.
He started to kiss his way back up her body, skimming over her knee, up her thigh and across her stomach. Her body was twisting beneath his as her sighs and moans fell from between her parted lips. He was hovering above her again, kissing her until he felt her hands pushing on him, then her body shifting as she started to roll to her side.
"My turn," she whispered with a smile as he was laid back on the bed.
Jason watched as the brunette beauty placed kisses all along his naked chest. Her curls were tickling his chest as her fingers were dancing across his abs and hips. He let his head fall back onto the bed as his fingers gripped those colorful peddles, crushing them. She was a vixen when she wanted to be and right now her tiny fingers had found the button on his jeans. It was undone in a mere second and then his zipper was being pulled down.
Elizabeth bit her lip as she continued to undress Jason. She could hear his loud moans from above her as she released him from the confining jeans that he was wearing. She sat up on her knees and started to tug them down, receiving help when he raised his hips. She decided to go with both pieces at once and took his boxers as well. She laughed when he started to kick the offending material off and slid towards the edge of the bed, pushing the denim and cotton to the floor. Then she turned back at him and gasped. She had forgotten how large this man really was but she never forgot what it was like to feel him inside of her. Reaching out, Elizabeth wrapped her tiny hand around him and moved it slowly up and down Jason's length.
He could feel his short nails digging into his palms as he tried to restrain himself while she tentatively touched him. Never once had Elizabeth been this gentle. Their lovemaking had always been fierce, passionate but tonight it was different, it was actually love and it wasn't going to last long if her fingers continued their ministrations. Grabbing her by the waist, Jason pulled her back on top of him, pulling her into another deep kiss.
Elizabeth felt Jason's hands on her back as their tongues once again met in a sweet dance. He was rolling them over again, tucking her small body under his as the sweet scent or roses surrounded her. The peddles were everywhere now, clinging to their sweaty skin as Jason pulled her leg over his hip and settled himself between her thighs. He pulled back and looked at her, love shinning through his blue eyes before he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue thrusting in her mouth at the same moment that his body thrust into her heat.
It was warm, explosive, everything that she had remembered. He filled her in a way that no man ever had, in a way that no man ever would. She wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer, pulling his chest against hers as they bodies molded to fit one another. They were like two puzzles pieces sliding into place.
They bodies soon became in tune with one another, their thrust becoming more furious, their patience waning as they both reached for the paradise they only received in one another's arms. It burst upon them, the ecstasy washing over them in waves and they collapsed in one another's arms.
A few rose peddles drifted to the floor, the large candles still stood unlit and Jason and Elizabeth had finally come home.