Jason put his hands on her waist sliding her skirt up her waist.

"What happened to foreplay?" she sighed.

He said nothing, simply leaning her back against the couch back and reaching up her skirt for her panties. Pulling them down her thighs. Liz watches him through hooded eyes. There was no foreplay just he sudden feeling of his tongue in her wet slit. Then a long stroke parting her lips and Liz cried out grabbing a hand of full of hair. He licked her swollen clit until she was writhing under him, then he slipped his tongue into her waiting open. Elizabeth sat strait up and began to tremble. Jason stops and then liked her clit again and sends his tongue in to her opening. Liz cried out and fell back against the couch.

It was her moans, he's heard them from women before, he liked the sound, from other women it meant he was doing things right. From her, it only heightened his pleasure, she was pulling his hair by now and riding his face, close oh so close and then.

"AHHH! Shit!" She began to tremble and then exploded. Lights flashed behind her eyes.

He licked her again and she twisted against his body.

"Let me be." She moaned.

But he wasn't done, Jason pulled her still convulsing body down to his and kissed her. Her taste still on his lips and tongue. Elizabeth moaned wrapping her arm around his neck, the pulled her off the couch and right on to his harden shaft. She gasp and pulled away looking into his eyes.

"It's me, no one else." He whispered.

He began to move and groaned, she was tight and it wasn't from not being with a man. Jason had just realized in holding her how small she was. Her body compared to his made her tiny, yet to him her size always seemed to dwarf him by the power she revealed. She clutched his shoulders and he moved faster. It wasn't supposed to be like this or maybe it was, fast, mean, quick over way to fast. Not this, it seemed like he was moving hard against her forever like neither wanted to leave that knife just at the edge of their orgasm. Then just like that she screamed, god what scream, he was sure it wasn't her tight convulsing body that ripped his seed from him. It was that scream, like a realization of something locked deep inside that she couldn't get out and to be crude he was the key. She slumped back against the couch as his body move to empty the last of his seed in her heated core.

She leaned forward and looked into his eyes, trembling not from fear but the feeling. Jason wasn't done yet a little weak from two orgasms back to back but not done. He lifted her off him and stood up take her hand he lead her to his bedroom. They stood in the window lit by the nightline outside as he undressed her. This time his hands traveled her body and press his open mouth against skin, his tongue burning her. Liz moaned she turned into his arm and he kissed her, hungry and lust filled and strong. Press his hardening shaft against her belly there was nothing protecting her from this. No place to run even if she wanted to run he wouldn't let her.

She didn't want to be let go, not the way he felt in her arms. His body was predatory by nature, wild and strong, muscles that rolled with each move he made. Then there was his larges muscle beside his brain, she smiled against shoulder as he bit her ear. When he entered her it bordered on painful, he was so big yet she knew that he would feel this way perfect. She knew he would be strong and gentle, sexy all at once. To her the where so many sides of this man she loved more then life itself. And he loved her now; she could hear Skye saying after the past now is all that counts.

"Stop thinking."

She looked into his stormy eyes, and saw want, she'd seen Jason Morgan want women before she'd even seen the look in his eyes when Courtney was around it was nothing like this. He lifted her up to warp her legs around his waist. Jason moved her to the bed it seemed massive and she felt so small beneath him.

"Elizabeth stop thinking and feel." He moved she gasped and groaned.

"You make it sound so easy but it's not. Not for me, look around, it just me! ME! Yes I'm chicken; I chose the safe over the leap before you look. So do several billion other people sue me! But when you're alone, you don't take bigger chance contrary to YOUR belief. When your alone you don't leap, you look first you see the deep fucking plunge into the black. And you see that black you don't say fuck it, I'll take my chance, you back away and you say there has got to be a better way. When you're alone you don't take bigger chances you take less. I'm sorry if that makes me out to be a coward to you Jason Fucking Morgan we're not all Navy SEALS. We're just little girls who's family died when they where way to young. We're women who never had anyone but herself to depend on."

Jason lay besides her watching her sleep. For these past years they'd been on about her feelings and broken heart he'd never really did access his feelings. He did love her that was for damn sure, how could he not but what was that love based on? Her words had come back to him; he called her a coward never to admit how she felt about him. But what about him? Right now this instant Elizabeth Webber the most important part of his life, she was laying in his bed after a long and emotional night, later filled with the best love making of his adult life. Every thing she did made him want her, with a passion he never felt in his life.

But what did loving Elizabeth mean? What about him? What was his love based on?

He knew her… in the past four years he'd gotten to know her better then she once knew him. So much so that he knew her fears, she didn't leap because she didn't have a guarantee he'd be there in the morning and she wanted him in her life for life. SO she accepted the place she already had. Her fear was valid. Four years ago if she had confessed her love he would have climb into bed with her and left her for Courtney months later. Breaking her heart something he doubts he would have forgiven himself for.

Now would he do the same? He looked at her again her small naked body pressed to his. Thighs bruise, hips with finger prints on them, breast as well, hicky on her neck, lips and mound swollen. Her body said property of Jason Morgan, touch and die. Something inside him welled up, telling him this is the feeling he'd get every time you touch her. Every time you're inside her, just her and no one else. Liz sighed and rolled onto her stomach face away from him, he smiled. If she thought this road was heard wait till Courtney finds out.

Liz woke to hot lips on her spine a strong hand on her ass, she smiled and looked over. She sighed, one hurdle down several million to go. She now had what she most desired in life Jason Morgan, she was content…very much so and that scared her. She let out a long sigh and felt Jason smile against her back. She rolled over and he looked down at her. All his worries washed away when she looked at him smiling.

"Good morning Ms. Webber."

"Good morning Mr. Morgan."

'Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby for once."

"No bad dreams."

"Only the ones I can handle. You?"

"All dirty and about you." Liz smiled.

"Best part is we have all weekend."

Just then Jason cell phone rang.

"Actually I'm busy. Yes to busy for you." Jason sighed and hung up the phone.

"It was her wasn't it?" Liz said sadly.

"Yes." Jason could only reply.

"I should go."

"Why?" He asked surprised.

"Jason…"

"Don't bother she's not going to run you out of my life not now." He said waving his hand at her.

They made good use of the shower, for some reason Liz couldn't resist the almost animalist way he kissed her with lust. Soon enough he had her against the wet tiles of the shower stall. She was dressed in his shirt by the time the door bell rang, her lips where still swollen, her hair damp and messy, eyes signing from her latest orgasm. Just how Jason wanted it, he opened the door and the blond bounced into his apartment.

"I come bearing gifts."

She pulling off the all white ran coat.

"Nice rack how much did you pay for it."

tbc