"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean, what am I doing?" Jason flipped on his belly and pounded the pillow that welcomed his head, stretching tired body she'd emptied of all fluids. "You've knocked me out - can't you tell?" He heard the soft words falling from lips that had just left the curvaceous surfaces of her, those memories wrenching a tiny smile that drifted his eyes closed in mellow satisfaction.

"Nuh-huh!" Yanking the covers he'd just pulled above his waist…blasphemously covering a body that was meant to be sculpted…Sam broke herself from a familiar trance and shook her head to clear the pursuing daze. "Out! You can't stay."

"What? Why not?"

"Danny - that's why! Out!" She shoved him towards the edge of the bed for good measure. "You can't stay the night - we agreed!"

"Actually, no…you said you don't want to confuse him…I said I don't see why me being here when he wakes up would. No agreeing there."

She was resting back on her elbows with the sheet loosely strewn off one delightful peak, riveting him to the sweaty sexy picture she presented looking at him agape, her thick raven tresses freshly tossed from their umpteenth round in the bedroom that night.

"The last thing we need is for Danny to come in here in the middle of the night or before daybreak, to find us in bed together."

He knew she was right, but still…their son was too young to understand…seeing him there would have more of an effect on her than it would their babyboy…suggesting a permanence and commitment that hadn't been discussed or agreed upon. Jason knew she wasn't ready to go for any of that…and he wouldn't push her. But lord knows he didn't want to leave. Being with her this way, being in their home, with their baby, loving them the way he did - it was every single thing missing from his life and all he wanted for his days. They'd made love in every room of the penthouse since that day in her office, and each time it felt more and more like he was home, and got harder and harder for him to leave.

Raising himself on one elbow, he hovered by her face to search sultry eyes, allowing an intent gaze to study long lashes that fluttered soft kisses against her glowing skin. "So you're just going to use me for my body then kick me out? Tired and drained - what if I fall asleep at the wheel? Imagine how bad you'll feel you sent me to my demise like this? Letting me stay is more for you than it is for me - I don't want you having to deal with that kind of guilt." The smile lifted his lips at the bullshit meter sparking her chocolate orbs.

"So pathetic - staying for me - really? How generous and selfless of you…however, I need you to get that gorgeous bod up and out, q-ui-etly, before Danny hears you." Allowing appreciative eyes to sweep the impressive torso inching towards her, Sam shivered from the involuntary jolt evoked by the closeness of him. A suddenly dry throat could only utter an unconvincing squeak, even as his head descended to the upturn of hers, subconsciously waiting for the burn of his lips. "Ooout."

He was moving closer, the magnet that drew him to her in full force, his lazy gaze falling on the delicious pout just waiting for his kiss, a kiss he felt compelled to plant…until he was mere inches from the surface. Purposely pulling up from the urge, Jason tossed the sheet off his body and swung his nakedness from the bed, acutely aware of the disappointment he'd evoked when the kiss she'd anticipated was detoured.

"I feel so used." Shaking his head in mock hurt, he pulled the black boxer briefs over his hips to snap at his waist, before bending to dramatically sweep the t-shirt from the floor where she'd tossed it earlier.

Knowing fully well what he was doing, Sam couldn't deny that she yearned his sweet kiss held from her, but two could bluff this game. Following his lead from the bed, she approached him in naked glory, feeling a moment of retribution when his face took on the look of a pained mask at the sight of her moving to him.

"I'm so sorry you feel that way…how can I make it better?" Trailing a slow finger along a muscled arm, she stepped behind his body to brush a peaked chest against his solid back, the black tee forgotten where it had been retrieved from its spot on the floor. Knowing he could feel the slow glide upon his skin as she crossed behind him one side to the other, she drew her fingers to follow her direction.

"Don't try to ask me to stay now…it won't work!" You lie like a…his own voice echoed the wrench of his heart that knew all it would take was one simple word from those lips and he'd beat her back to those sheets, to her arms, to their cocoon. To spend the night in heaven…

Bringing herself to still immediately before him, feeling his eyes as they burned their way down her body, hearing the tiniest unmistakable gasp when she blew a breath across the nipple at her head, she knew she'd lost their game. He was so tall, so solid, so…ALL MAN! She couldn't help it - it was almost morning and they'd been at it since they put Danny to bed, but she wasn't tired. She couldn't get too much of him, not enough of him, not nearly enough. It was as though making up for lost time…everytime she felt or saw or heard him, touched him…she had to have him!

Jason couldn't take any more. Dropping the tee back to the floor, he clasped her beautiful face between both hands and stepped into her, meeting the eyes that bore into him as his head lowered to claim the lips that had been teasing, stalling the gorgeous smile when he crushed them with his own, backing her towards the balcony door. When his tongue pushed against her to demand admittance and she opened in anticipating welcome, he could feel the hardened peak of her breasts against his chest. Lifting her from the floor, bracing the glass to her back when his lips tore from hers to land on a peaked goodness, his tongue flicked hard then laboriously circled one before moving right to the other.

"Oohhhhhhhh!" She was floating mid-lift at the feel of his strong tongue upon her burning skin and as she closed her eyes in relent to whatever he wanted to do to her, she came a little at the realization of just what that was when she was hoisted above his shoulders, her back still to the cool glass as her legs were guided to swing open at his head, his lips burning their way down her belly. Excited anticipation turned blissful wanton when hot lips smacked against her pubic mound and the first long stroke of his tongue laved the opening to her core.

"Ttttttttt - ohmygawd!"

The cool of the glass and the heat of his mouth had her straddling reality and ecstasy and her body lost all will except to wrap his neck with her thighs as her hands moved above her head to brace back against the glass, giving her leverage to ease from the surface with a sinful push against the tongue stroking her senseless - moving across her clit again and again, alternately diving inside her at a steady pace that sent her head banging back and her thighs squeezing tighter.

"Jas…son!" Every nerve in her body clenched tight and dotted hearts flitted her vision when the next stroke of his tongue coiled into a pull of her clit to fill his mouth, eliciting a groan from his throat that sounded his enjoyment at the taste and teasing of her nub. It was more than she could bear. "JAAAASONNN!"

Jerking through spasm after spasm that rocked her right through, Sam grabbed the back of his head and ground out the orgasm that emptied her onto his waiting tongue that lapped every drop of her, before falling back against the glass, struggling to catch her breath. She heard the satisfied groan that followed his last smack against her pussy lips and felt herself being lowered to his mid section, opening her eyes to a silent command that brought her to meet his smug gaze upon her happy face. Something hard and steely rubbed against her sensitive clit, eliciting renewed excitement, sending her eyes closed again when he eased into her with just the velvet tip of him, then stopped, forcing her eyes to open in question. Satisfied at her silent obedience, he grated past her walls to fully engorge her with his thickness, all the while keeping her eyes riveted to his.

"That's it, baby…I want to see you."

Grunting when the tip of him met the deepest core of her, he stilled and clenched his teeth against how good she felt so wetly wrapped around him. One move from her and he'd break like a schoolboy his first time. But he couldn't be still for long - not with this heavenly warmth that ensconced him. The way she felt, the way she smelled, the way she moved…she was moving, restless and needy like him, wanting more, needing all. Her arms wrapped his neck and her legs tightened at his waist as she hoisted herself and thrust him again, moaning out the pleasure wrought from his shaft encased within her.

"Jason…"

The gravelly whisper of his name upon her lips sounded sexy to his ear.

"Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want."

"You! You - I want you! I want you!"

"What else?" Full force stabs were pressing her into the glass and he knew he should ease up - he was so much bigger and he would crush her tiny, tiny frame…but she was squeezing tight, meeting his thrusts with grinding ones of her own, fogging his senses and drowning him in euphoria…all he could feel was her grip upon his shaft that plundered her delicious walls, her big bouncing breasts crushed to his chest and her teeth now cinching at his neck, where she bit down against the pleasure that had replaced the blood in her veins. His grunt got louder and the pounding sent him deeper inside her. Clenching everything on the building tension, Sam screamed when he slammed her so hard she sensed leaving her body to soar the clouds, his name the only sound she wanted to ever make again.

"JAASS…"

The sound of his name drowned in her throat when his tongue sent it sinking against the orgasm she screamed from every pore. Gripping him tight with every part of her - walls, arms, legs, lips - surfaces that locked amid the explosions coloring her brain and fluttering her stomach, she relished the grunt that preceded his stab through his own shattering geyser that broke through him to fill her with his seed. As she turned to jello and mush, she limped against him and stroked his tongue with her own…a slow, sensual, heady dance that gave him everything that atomic bomb had not taken from her body. She had never felt more his.

Jason couldn't move. His knees were weak and he knew his body was dead weight upon her but if he moved it might all disappear. With his eyes still closed and his breathing shallow, he could be sure he was here in this place, inside this incredible woman, in this heaven where she'd taken him back again. He had never felt more hers.

Slowly, the first lights of the day began to seep into Sam's consciousness, bringing her back to the comfort of his weight pressed into her in the room that smelled of sex, back to the reality that placed them in a compromising position. She loved the world she got transported to during intimate times with him, but the one they lived in now wasn't bad either…this one, where they had a little boy who was about to open his eyes to the day.

Forcing her limbs to obey and her brain to register, Sam stirred against the man she loved, her movement causing him to shift so he could look down upon her face, her eyes smiling at the sudden shaking of his head.

"You don't want me to move?"

"No. Not ever again. I want you to stay right here, just like this, for the rest of our lives." He meant every word.

"Don't you think that could become a problem?"

His head was shaking again and he really hadn't moved except for that.

Sam was still smiling. "No? You don't think our five year old will notice that his parents are glued to the glass? Naked? Little traumatic, don't you think?"

"Danny'll be too deep in Frosted Flakes and Star Wars to miss us - won't give us a second thought." When his weakened knees could hold up no longer, he slid them to the floor, still refusing to set her loose.

Scratching on the bedroom door managed to bore through the reverie, making Sam aware she'd been hearing whimpering too.

"I can't take Captain out neither? That could become a real mess on your hands."

A minute of deliberation where he listened to the scratching and soft whimpering brought him to a compromise. "Okay, I'll take Captain out and get Danny ready, but you have to promise to lay in that bed and don't move a gorgeous inch 'til I get back."

She really needed to sleep but even after he'd left, she was still so wound up sleep was the furthest from her mind, so she gave in to a long hot shower instead.

"Sam, are you up?"

She'd forgotten it was Krissy's day with Danny. Since she'd been home, she picked him up every Friday morning and they had breakfast at Kelly's before she dropped him off at Preschool.

"In here, Krissy!" Snapping the bra in place before pulling the long-sleeved red tee over her head, Sam was just buttoning the acid wash blue jeans when her little sister entered the bedroom.

"Good mor…"

Briefly meeting her eyes before abruptly turning to the dresser for the hairbrush, Sam anticipated the nosy question to follow the cut off sentence.

"Have you and Jason been going at it?"

Refusing to make eye contact, Sam concentrated on detangling her freshly shampooed hair.

"One - mind your business. Two - it's none of your business."

Gripping her sister's elbow, Kristina yanked her round to face her as the brush sank in her limp hand, the hue of her face suddenly matching that of the shirt she wore.

"You have!" The huge smile that broke across her face exulted nosy elation. "OMG, you and Jason are back together!"

Turning her back again, Sam resumed brushing through the tresses that were almost dry. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Undeterred, Kristina took a quick step to place herself in front of Sam again. "This room reeks of a sweaty all-nighter and you're GLOWING! You did - you took him back!" Her eyes fell to the floor behind Sam, who she quickly moved past to sweep the telltale scraps of ripped black lace that she spun back to swing smugly on two fingers.

When embarrassed heat rushed to her face in remembrance of Jason shredding the panties with both hands to get to her, Sam laid the brush on the dresser then turned to walk through the door, biting her lower lip anxiously. Kristina raced to follow as she headed down the stairs where the sound of the tv announced Danny was already up. Just as they reached the bottom, the front door opened and Captain strolled in, followed closely by Jason, who had already removed his leash. Sam felt a slap to her arm just as Kristina snorted and stepped past her, watching the dog go straight for Danny's arms when he slid off the couch at their entrance.

"Jason! How sweet of you to come over so early to take the dog out - isn't that right, Sam?"

Jason, who was surprised to find someone else there so early, looked from Kristina to Sam, who'd also made a beeline to kiss Danny good morning.

"Kristina."

He hung Captains leash by the door and approached his son who was now oblivious to the cartoon images onscreen in favor of petting the black shiny coat of his best friend. Jason had learned in recent months that engaging Kristina in conversation was bound to lead one of two places…utter embarrassment or nosy prying. He was always safer avoiding it at all cost.

Sam was quick to head her off when she turned to follow behind Jason, obviously getting ready to launch an interrogation. Grabbing her sister by the arm, she guided her softly towards the door. "You're going to be late and I need to make sure Danny has a solid breakfast before you drop him off, so you can't be late." She grabbed her sister's coat from the rack and rammed it to her chest before turning with Danny's in hand. "Come on Buddy - lets get you bundled up." She held the coat as he slipped tiny sweatshirt-covered arms inside the sleeves. "Nice outfit, by the way…are you ever going to give the other ones in your closet a chance?"

The tiny grin was a mirrored image of his father's mischievous smirk. "I like this one."

"Yes, yes I know…I haven't been able to pry it off you in days." The blue sweatshirt zipped up into a picture of ironman that he'd received from an outing with Molly the week before and he'd practically lived in it since.

When she'd finally managed to wrangle Kristina through the door after kissing her son, Sam turned to Jason to do the same.

"You too - out. I have work to do." The innocent look sent her way was expected and instantly slapped down. "No - don't even try. I need to gear up for an appointment and I can't do it with you here distracting me."

"I'm your partner - sure you don't need my help? Who's the meeting with?"

"A nice harmless VP in the middle of a very busy high-rise in the heart of a bustling downtown Port Charles, so no chance of anyone shooting me up with anything and kidnapping me to the high seas. I've got this one, but I need to get some files together for show and tell - I can't have you diverting me."

He'd been moving into her space as she talked, forcing her to back up and now she'd reached the wall, bringing her movements to a halt.

"Are you sure? You never know when trouble's gonna strike." He studied the strand of her hair he was rolling between his fingers at her breast, before lifting his gaze to meet her eyes. "I'll gladly guard this body anytime, anywhere…from anything." He allowed the back of his hand to purposely stroke a nipple, while his fingers slowly rolled her hair, and soon he heard the tiny gasp he was working for.

When the mischievous glint entered his clear blue gaze, Sam fought the urge getting ready to take life from the tingle awakened by his touch. Stepping to the side of him, she quickly broke his hold upon her hair and her mind, grabbing for the handle of the front door and stepping behind it as she swung it open.

"Quite sure, Romeo. Out!"

Smiling because he knew exactly what his touch was doing to her - feeling the same tingling it elicited moving through him too - Jason nodded in acquiescence. "Okay…but I'll be back at seven…I'm taking you out tonight."

"Really? A date?"

"Yes…so get some sleep after your meeting…you're going to need it."

"Why - where are you taking me?"

"Were you always this curious before a date?"

"I don't know - we didn't really have alot of those."

"Really? Not even in the beginning?"

Sam shook her head where it rested against the door clasped between her hands. "Nope! Never quite got around to dating…we started out living together the first time, so not much point there when it turned into love. The second time around, we sorta fell into working cases and being together all the time, so we never saw the point of it then either."

Bending his head to brush her lips in a soft kiss, he lingered to the caress of that softness, teasing the entrance that opened to him invitingly, before he pulled back to see her pupils.

"Then I guess I better get it right this time, haven't I?" Smiling, he dropped a quick, hard kiss to her lips then backed out the door. "See you in a few hours, gorgeous. Enjoy your day."

Finding herself still smiling at the open doorway after the elevator had come and gone, Sam broke from the reverie and closed the door. Did Jason Morgan really just charm her and plan a date for the evening? She literally could count on one hand the number of dates they'd had during their years together…something or someone was always interrupting when they'd tried. They'd been to a couple events on the Haunted Star, and they'd had dinner on the rooftop more than once, but something always seemed to come up to cut it short. The last time he proposed to her by moonlight on the roof was truly the last date she could remember they'd been able to finish, but even that evening had been interrupted by a stream of people teeming through the penthouse after, robbing them of the afterglow befitting that perfect evening. His mother, her mother…even his distastefully distraught ex had chosen that sacred night to bring her troubles crying to his door…as usual! It was going to be interesting to see if he could really pull the evening off.