Prompt - Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk

First, Second, Third (Super NC-17)

"Are you drunk?"

"No. Are you hung over?"

Jason blinked. "Yes."

The corner of her mouth hooked up as Elizabeth walked into his penthouse suite, kicking the door shut behind her. "Well, then. At least we got the little details ironed out."

He licked his lips, backing up with each step she took, and glanced at her telephone. "Where did you, uh, I mean, how did you-"

"It's not important," she replied, clicking her phone shut and gently setting it down on a little end table along with her purse as she claimed another step. "What is important is that you stick to your word and do all the things you said you'd do to me if you had the chance."

He was a man that didn't blush – on principle, if that were possible – but even Jason could feel the heat rise in his face. "I-I don't-"

"Really, Jason?" Elizabeth was calm, eerily calm, as she slowly undid the knot of her sweater wrap and peeled it off, letting it drop on one of his armchairs as she backed him into the living room. "Because you were quite specific. And quite graphic."

Ah, fuck.

"Look, I'm so sorry if I offended you," he started, putting his hands up as she prowled nearer. "That – That's just how guys talk sometimes. It's stupid and – and offensive and…I wasn't serious about it."

Her lips puckered in a small pout. "Oh? That's too bad."

And before he could say anything else, she planted her hands on his chest and shoved him down onto the couch, straddling his hips before he could do more than look up at her in shock.

"Because I was looking forward to all the things you said you'd do to me."

Jason gaped up at her as she popped the top button on her shirt. "Elizabeth-"

"No more talking," she purred, planting her hands on his shoulders and forcing him back down when he tried to prop himself up. "Don't think, Jason, just feel."

He swallowed roughly, lying back on the cushions now as she loomed over him, rapidly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling the tails out of his pants. "Wait, maybe we should slow down."

That actually got to her. Stripping both sides of his shirt back and off his chest, Elizabeth braced her weight against him and tossed her hair away from her face. Her eyes as she gazed down at him were not stormy and hard like he expected for an engaged woman making such a pass at another man – even though he guessed by her willingness to do this alone that she was no longer engaged, and therefore looking for revenge sex – but clear and luminous, entirely knowing and resolute.

"I don't."

He tried not to shiver when she skimmed her fingers down his side, exciting all the nerve endings there. "Elizabeth, you're obviously upset about something, and I don't think we should rush into this."

She tilted her head to the side just a bit, her gaze turning soft and just slightly sympathetic now. Almost tenderly, she reached out and brushed his hair out of his face, bending down to gently brush her lips against his in the barest of caresses that left him gasping for more.

"You've wanted me for so long," she murmured, resting her forehead against his. "I was never able to let myself give in to it.

"Until now," she finished, swiveling her hips just enough to let him know that this would happen one way or another. And Jason let himself give into it as well, just for a moment, when she pressed her lips to his and kissed him soundly. She caught his bottom lip between hers and tugged slightly before kissing the corners of his mouth and uniting the two with an innocent swipe of her tongue.

Jason reached up and brushed her hair away from her face, holding it at the nape of her neck and using his hold on her to control the pressure of the kiss. And when both of them had to pull away to draw in a breath, he used his hold on her to gently bring her gaze to his once more.

"I-" He had to clear his throat as she gazed down at him, her eyes trusting and just a little confused. "Elizabeth, I just don't want you to have any regrets."

Because there was no way in hell that he would, and she seemed to understand that. He was far too selfish to tell her to leave, or to get up and leave himself. It didn't matter if it was just for one night, either. Sure, it would kill him the next day when she returned to her fiancé, but-

"What about Lucky?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "I don't want to talk about Lucky."

Jason squirmed when she started to feather kisses along the line of his jaw. "Elizabeth-"

"Jason." Her gaze was firm and her expression made it clear that she wouldn't tolerate any argument. "He's not in the picture anymore. Not at all."

Her eyes softened and she gently brushed his hair out of his eyes, trailing her thumb down his cheek. "It's just you and me."

And again, Jason was far too selfish to remind her that it was never just the two of them, that never in the history of 'them' had it ever been just the two of them. Instead, he lay back and let her kiss him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and tortuous for them both, but Jason let her do as she pleased. Really, he was quite happy with his hands settled right on her bottom, and was above complaining about anything.

She explored him boldly but with just a touch of feminine coyness that left him gasping for air. This woman was exquisite in everything she did, and he had no idea how he had restrained himself these past five years. Any thought of restraint now was surely beyond him.

"Not here," he finally gasped, sliding his hands up so that he held her arms. When he squeezed, she pulled back and looked down at him in confusion.

"What?"

"Not here," Jason repeated firmly, bucking his hips enough so that he could slip out from underneath her.

"Why not?"

He stood and ignored her squeal – not to mention the growing snugness of his pants – when he hoisted her up in his arms. "Because I'll be damned if the first time I take you is on my ratty couch."

"I've always liked that couch," Elizabeth pouted, staring at the old red leather sofa. "You've had it since before I even met you."

Yes, and Jason had also had more women on that couch than he cared to remember, especially when the only woman that ever mattered was in his arms with her hands clasped at the nape of his neck. He rarely brought women back to his place, preferring instead to use the hotel room he had under lease at the Metrocourt for the past few years that he used exclusively for those purposes. (It worked very well when psychos like Sam McCall, who thought that he jilted them after proposing, didn't know where he really lived.) And on the rare occasions when he did bring women back to his actual apartment, he usually conducted his liaisons with them on that ratty old sofa. There was no way in hell he was adding Elizabeth to a long list of inconsequential flings on that couch.

He kissed her nose and walked into his bedroom, a richly appointed room that served as his sanctuary. "Forget the damn couch."

He set her down on the bed, expecting to join her after shedding his shirt, but Elizabeth had other ideas. She scurried to the edge and hopped off, then pushed him down into a sitting position instead. And Jason had to sit there, his hands gripping the edge of the bed, as she toyed with him.

Elizabeth's dark eyes glittered as she brushed his hair back from his face, her fingers tangling in the thick locks. Jason let her tilt his head back and closed his eyes, expecting to feel her lips on his skin. He was surprised, however, when she instead trailed her fingers down the column of his throat and played with the collar of his shirt, pretending to deliberate over whether she wanted it off or not.

He gripped her wrists, letting her know with a firm look that she'd better make up her mind before he made it for her. But Elizabeth just smiled and trailed her fingers down his chest, under the cotton, and gently raked her nails across his skin. There was no way she was going to let him rush her.

Slowly, she peeled the shirt off his shoulders, down his arms, and tossed it aside. And when he started to reach for her to return the favor, she swatted his hands away and, gripping his shoulders for balance, neatly straddled him. Jason had to bite back a groan when she ran her fingers through his hair, tilting his head back, and angled her hot mouth over his. His own hands found her backside and squeezed, spurring her on as the kiss grew harder and rougher.

Elizabeth's mouth left his and moved along the line of his jaw, dropping hot, wet kisses there before she moved on to the spot just behind his ear that always drove him wild. He brought his hands around and skimmed them up her thighs, his thumbs pressing down on the supple muscles and drawing little mewls from her.

Breathing heavily, Elizabeth brushed her hair away from her face and climbed off of him, standing on two slightly wobbly legs just a foot away. "Get up."

"What?"

"Get up," she ordered, holding out her hands. He grasped them and let her pull him to a standing position. Elizabeth met his gaze, her dark eyes smoldering, and stepped so close that he thought she was going to kiss him again. But she resisted when he lowered his mouth toward hers, maintaining eye contact as she brought her hands to the waistband of his pants.

She played with his belt buckle, watching the little muscle in his jaw spasm when her fingers 'accidentally' brushed the skin just under his navel. She tilted her head back, watching him with unabashed interest as she undid the clasp and pulled the leather strap from the belt loops. It zinged through the air and she let it fall with a swish to the floor.

Jason brought his hand up to cup her cheek, growling when she swatted it away and tugged hard on the flap of his pants, bringing his pelvis crashing against hers. Elizabeth smirked and brushed her lips teasingly against his as she slowly lowered the zipper, making sure to gently brush her knuckles all the way down his length as she did so.

And before he could grab her and kiss her soundly, she placed a quick kiss on his chin, then another one at the base of the column of his throat, and then lower and lower down his chest as she tugged his pants low enough for him to step out of them. Jason peeled off his socks with his toes and found himself once again shoved onto the bed, his legs dangling off the edge, as Elizabeth moved quickly to straddle him.

"Bossy," he grumbled, snaking a hand under her wild curls until he clasped her neck. Her mouth descended on his, hot and sweet, just as he'd always imagined it, and he was rewarded when she swiped her tongue across his bottom lip and then, hesitantly, into his mouth.

That was his girl. Confident, demanding, bold, but still just a touch coy. He loved that about her, loved that she could take control of any situation that presented itself but still leave just enough to him. It was why they made such a good team during the last five years, and why he'd come to depend on her and think of her as virtually indispensable.

And now, with Elizabeth crawling up the length of his body and swirling her tongue languidly around his, Jason knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that the glorious woman he was finally able to give in and touch was fully indispensable.

He didn't want to know what had gone wrong in her life that prompted her to show up at his door. He didn't want to know how that fucknut Spencer managed to screw things up. And he didn't want to know which idiot friend of his had recorded him making all those lewd promises and then turned the footage over to her.

As far as Jason was concerned, those things were of little consequence, especially when he finally had the woman he had wanted in his life – in every way – for the past five years.

"Sit up."

Elizabeth pulled back just a touch, her hair cascading over her shoulders and tickling his. "What?"

"Sit up."

She did as he asked, but her expression remained confused. "Why- Oh!"

That was all the time Jason needed to grasp the sides of her button-down blouse and pull, causing the little buttons to skitter and ping around them. He grinned when he saw her lacy black bra underneath, but Elizabeth was far from amused.

"Jason!" She gritted her teeth and angrily swatted his roaming hands away. "I really liked this shirt."

"You'll like this a lot more," he promised. But when he bucked his hips, attempting to unseat her so that he could roll them over, Elizabeth braced her weight on her knees and firmly resisted.

"I don't think so," she growled, wagging a finger at him as if he were a disobedient child. "No, no. I've waited long enough to do this – now that I am, I'm doing it my way."

And Jason was left to puzzle over that remark as Elizabeth tossed her hair over her shoulder and leaned down, her eyes downright menacing.

"You're going to listen to me, Jason, and you're going to do everything I say." Her dark eyes glittered with promise and threat, and Jason wasn't even a little ashamed when that proved to only excite and arouse him more. "I haven't had sex in five months – do you understand that? So right now, you're going to do every last thing I say."

"That could be fun," he agreed, "but I might have a better idea."

Elizabeth smirked despite herself. "I've already heard all your ideas thanks to Johnny and Spinelli."

Ah, Johnny and Spinelli. Those were the two little shits that ratted him out. He'd have to buy them a steak or something. Or those paintball lessons they'd been blabbing about for the past month.

"What, you think I give out all my ideas?" Jason asked, cocking a brow in the arrogant, self-serving manner that he knew drove her crazy. "No guy ever spills all his moves to his friends."

She actually appeared to be considering this. "…You have to tell me first."

He grinned and shook his head. "Not a chance."

Elizabeth's jaw dropped, and he sensed a full-on whine coming on. "Jason, come on. That's not fair."

He shrugged, not looking particularly concerned with fairness. "I guess it just comes down to one thing."

"What?"

The corner of his mouth hooked up. "Do you trust me?"

There was really no answer to that aside from the one, and after a long moment, Elizabeth hung her head. "Fine."

"Don't look so sad," Jason laughed, unable to help himself as he sat up on the bed. Gingerly, Elizabeth climbed off of him and sat down with a sigh, looking as if she were going in to see the dentist instead of having a romp with her closest friend in the whole world.

"Whatever. Just do it."

"Romantic," he muttered, snaking an arm around her waist so that he could pull her, squealing, into his lap. "First things first…"

He crushed his lips to hers, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she would enjoy what would happen next. Elizabeth sighed happily and cradled his face in her hands, letting him continue his assault on her mouth.

"You always have a plan, don't you?"

Jason chuckled and their noses bumped together. "When it comes to what I'd do to you in bed? Oh, yeah."

"Well, I'm waiting, but so far it's been a whole lot of nothing," Elizabeth shrugged. "Honestly, Jason, you're going to have to pull out all the stops, or I might get bored and leave."

"I'd like to see you try," he muttered, disengaging long enough to get off the bed. He stood in front of her legs and resisted her attempts when she tried to stand as well. Instead, he leaned forward and undid the snap of her dress pants, prompting her to lift her hips so he could slide the material down her legs and to the floor. He took his time removing her kitten-toe pumps and grasped her ankle, forcing her knees to bend, and rejoined her on the bed.

Elizabeth bit her lip as she scooted back, giving him room on the mattress. "What are we doing?"

"If you have to ask," he murmured, kneeling now and offering her his hand, "then I'm not doing it right."

She eyed his hand, the growing excitement evident in her eyes, and slipped her palm in his. "I might be persuaded to give you another chance…"

Jason smiled indulgently and tucked her hair behind her ears. They were kneeling on the bed, face-to-face, him dressed in his boxer-briefs and she in her panties, bra, and buttoned down blouse.

"Look over there."

She turned her face in the direction he gestured.

"See those closet doors?"

The doors in question were actually mirrors – full length mirrors behind which he kept all the suits and dress clothes he had to wear for work.

"You've always hated those mirrors," she murmured, losing her balance just slightly when he crawled across the mattress so that he was kneeling behind her. "Complained about them all the time. You said you were going to have them taken out."

It was true, Jason did hate those closet doors. He always thought it was a horribly vain place to install mirrors. Still, those doors saved him the trouble of going out to get a full length mirror – which, again, he thought was horribly vain – and he did need to make sure that he looked all right in the ridiculous monkey-suits he had to wear.

His electric blue eyes met hers in the mirrors and glittered wickedly. "Yeah, but today, you're going to love those mirrors."

Jason maintained eye contact for as long as he could as he gently brushed her hair off her shoulder. He nuzzled her temple, prompting her to tilt her head, and then lowered his lips to a spot just under her ear that made her purr.

"Watch," he ordered when he saw her eyelids flutter shut. Elizabeth's eyes snapped open, almost helplessly, and found their reflections on the closet doors. "I want you to watch everything I do to you."

He straightened and met her gaze evenly in the mirrors, emboldened by her sexy little gasp and the way her lips parted in surprise. A wicked smirk made the corner of his mouth quirk up, and Jason lowered his hands to her blouse.

And Elizabeth was forced to watch, motionless, as he slowly slid his hand over her skin to first part the shirt, revealing porcelain skin and her lacy black bra underneath. Instead of stripping it off immediately like she thought he would, Jason left the unbuttoned shirt on and skimmed the fingers of one large hand down again from the column of her throat, between the valley of her breasts, down over her navel, and skimmed the edge of her black panties, letting just his fingertips dip underneath.

He could feel the light tremors that ran through her body at his gentle touch, and Jason smiled against her neck. Elizabeth groaned when he nipped at her sensitive skin, soothing the bite with his tongue, and then trailed lower. He grasped her collar with his fingers and slowly peeled it off her shoulders, letting it slip down her arms and onto the mattress.

"Keep watching," Jason murmured against her skin when he felt her turn her face toward him. He nudged her jaw with his nose, redirecting her to the spectacle in the mirrors, and inhaled her scent.

Elizabeth sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, raking her nails over his scalp just hard enough to make him hiss. Her movements caused her back to arch and her breasts to push forward and Elizabeth watched the change in the mirror, fascinated. Jason, never one to let a good opportunity go to waste, reached around and cupped her in his hands, squeezing her gently.

She rested her head on his shoulder and groaned when he did it again. Jason took his time, rolling her soft weight in his palms, strumming her through the black lace, teasing the flesh in his hands until she squirmed against him and her derriere began to cause friction against his growing hardness.

He kissed the shell of her ear and flicked at the front snap of her bra, easily undoing it. She tensed momentarily as his hands hovered over her skin, as he gently grasped the ends and peeled the black lace off her breasts, and slowly down her arms. And she remained tense as his palms hovered over her, the light heat of him radiating outward and teasing her equally warm flesh. And finally, when he touched her and molded her to his palms and pumped her with just a touch of roughness, Elizabeth relaxed and leaned into him.

Her lips found his as Jason played with her flesh, strumming her now more roughly than he had before. Her back arched, pushing her bottom more firmly against his burgeoning erection, and he hissed and nipped her lower lip. Her arms slipped down from around his neck and wound around his middle, and Elizabeth scored his back with her nails, leaving reddened trails on the unbroken skin.

"Are you watching?"

His gruff voice stirred something wicked inside of her, something absolutely wild and impious and beyond recognition and for reasons she couldn't begin to comprehend or articulate, Elizabeth found her gaze drawn right back to the sinful display in the full-length mirrors. The sunlight filtered in through the lowered drapes, casting a dusty golden glow around them, and she couldn't push the erotic image of them from her mind.

She was kneeling on the bed in front of him clad only in her black panties and Jason was behind her, his large, dark hands teasing and torturing her flesh. She liked to think that she was experienced enough sexually for a woman her age, that she certainly wasn't a prude and she knew a few things about how to please a man in bed and be pleased in return. But Elizabeth had never done anything that felt as sinful and incredible as what she felt now and simultaneously watched happen in front of her.

Her hands skimmed boldly down his sides until her thumbs brushed the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs. She snapped the band against his skin, smirking when he hissed, and then gave each side a good downward tug. Jason squirmed when the band constricted just over his arousal and quickly shoved the offending underwear down and kicked it way. Elizabeth laughed at his frustration, but the chuckles quickly stopped when she felt him, free and unbound, press insistently against her.

Jason nipped at her ear none-too-delicately. "You're still overdressed."

"Do something about it," she challenged sweetly. "Come on, Morgan, take the initiative."

He stroked her abdomen under her navel in one smooth, hard stroke, and let his little finger skim under the edge of her low-rise panties. "Only if you watch."

His insistent demands set the tempo, and Elizabeth stared at their reflections as Jason nipped her ear one last time and, meeting her gaze, hooked his index fingers under the band of her panties, and slowly lowered them.

She sucked in her breath as she was exposed, and Jason's eyes began to smolder. He grasped her waist and repositioned himself behind her. Elizabeth closed her eyes and turned her face toward his, feeling the heat radiate off his body and seep into hers, and then she felt him behind her, between her legs, and gripped his strong arms when she felt her knees weaken.

Jason brought one hand up to gently cup the underswell of her breast, testing its soft weight, and stroked her low across her belly. His gaze never wavered from hers in the mirror as his hand moved lower, his probing fingers inched downward, and Elizabeth gasped and arched her back, throwing her head back on his shoulder when he finally touched her.

With her head thrown back like that, Jason had even better access to her throat, and he kissed and nibbled as he pleased while his fingers explored her warm, slick flesh. Elizabeth whimpered and dug her nails into his skin, starting to writhe under his commanding touch.

She never imagined that being with Jason could be like this. She had always thought that she and Lucky had good chemistry in bed: together, they had been rough and playful and tender and fierce, and they had challenged each other and made each other laugh, too. But being with Jason…

She shivered, both from his ministrations and the delight in reliving what had thus far transpired. He was domineering and seductive and bold, gloriously wicked as he forced her to watch her own wanton behavior, but he made her feel so safe and secure. It was probably because she already trusted him more than anyone else in her life. Jason Morgan was strong, reliable, generous and trustworthy in every other area of her life; why shouldn't he be all those things in the bedroom, too?

Her sharp cry rang out in the dimly lit room when he slipped the tip of his finger inside her. Jason wound his other arm tightly around her middle, holding her securely against him so he could continue to pleasure her as he wished without her bucking away. He was fully erect now, and every time Elizabeth moved her hips she could feel him against her.

"Watch."

It was the hardest thing she had ever done. Lifting her eyes to the mirror while Jason slipped his finger even deeper inside of her was the hardest thing Elizabeth had ever done, and he waited until she was ready to do so.

Jason nuzzled her temple when she shivered and smoothed his rough hand down to her thigh. He gripped her firmly and squeezed, spreading her legs just a little wider. She whimpered again and squirmed against him, and Jason had to grit his teeth to stay focused. Each one of her little mews and pants sent his blood sizzling through his veins, and he was rapidly nearing the threshold of his control.

It was as if she knew it, too, and clearly she was reaching her own. Elizabeth bit her lip and swished her hips just so, brushing firmly against him this time, and was rewarded with Jason's snarl in her ear.

With a lightly muttered curse, he let her go and gripped her hips instead, this time pushing her down onto the mattress. Elizabeth let out a gasp as her back hit the pillows and reached for him immediately, already missing his warmth. And she didn't have to wait long: Jason was on top of her instantly, gripping her wrists and pinning her down beneath him as he covered her with his body and crushed his mouth to hers.

Elizabeth squirmed and bucked, her hips rising up shamelessly to grind against his, and Jason forced her back down. He overpowered her, overwhelmed her, and she loved every exhilarating minute of it. His hands gripped her wrists so hard she was sure there would be bruises there by the time they were through, but she wouldn't have dreamed of asking him to ease up. Because what this was right now – raw, hard, sweaty, uninhibited and explicit – was absolutely perfect.

He insinuated his thigh between her legs and twisted so that he was nestled firmly and comfortably against her. She turned her face away, looking toward the mirrors once more, and Jason took the cue to drop hot, wet kisses all down the column of her throat. Elizabeth ran her hand down his back, fascinated by the mirrored movements, and then dug her fingers into his backside. Jason bucked at that, surprised by the possessiveness of the move, and was rewarded with her wicked smirk.

The gleam in his expressive eyes told Elizabeth that he just couldn't wait any more, and she didn't blame him. If he held off for one more minute, she was sure she was going to scream. Reluctantly, he let go of her wrists and let her grip his shoulders as he adjusted his weight, bracing it on his elbows so he loomed over her.

She arched her back when he finally entered her, inch by inch, and went entirely still otherwise. Jason, mindful of her expression for the slightest sign of pain, continued to push forward little by little until at last he was buried to the hilt. He let out a breath of relief that sounded almost like a sob, and Elizabeth gripped his broad shoulders tightly, urging him not to stop.

His hips had already started moving in that ancient rhythm, and once he heard her mews and breathy little moans, Jason grew more frenzied in his movements. His hips thrust forward, rotating and rocking, and he urged her to match him.

Two hands slipped underneath her, angling her upward, and it was all she needed. His attention and care earlier and all through their encounter had her primed and ready, and Elizabeth didn't need any additional help. She found her release swiftly and called out his name on broken syllables. With a few more thrusts and a few dark words, Jason came as well.

There was no telling how long they lay together, his arm wrapped around her waist and her head resting in the cavern of his neck. It was long after their breathing returned to normal and their hearts pumped in normal rhythm again. For Jason, who had suffered a fitful night's sleep thanks to thoughts of Elizabeth's certain engagement and sure banishment from his romantic life forever, it was long enough for him to slowly drift off to sleep, his breath gently rustling through her hair.

And for Elizabeth, who finally regained her clarity of mind after the unexpected confrontation and their passionate encounter, it was long enough for her to wonder just what the hell she was doing. Jason was her absolute best friend in the world, a man that she trusted and a man that came to her aid without fail, and she would never forgive herself for toying with his emotions. She had known from the beginning that he had feelings for her. She knew it in how he looked at her and how he spoke to her and how he listened to her. But she had been with Lucky at the time, and he was forever carousing with his nameless horde of adoring women, and they had both tacitly agreed to let it go undiscussed.

But now…

She turned her head just slightly and felt his stubble brush against the sensitive skin at her temple. She had come to his apartment on her own and seduced and taunted and teased him into bed. Granted, he hadn't needed much persuasion, but that was hardly the point. They had done this together, and now that the heat of the moment had dissipated, they had to think clearly about it.

Or rather, she had to think clearly about it. Elizabeth already had a good idea what Jason would say if she asked him about it. He would want to be together despite all the complications, all the baggage. Because the fact remained that she was a recently not-engaged woman who had just discovered that her fiancé, a man that had promised to remain celibate with her until their wedding night, had impregnated a teenager. She left him and not even twelve hours later found herself in bed with her best friend and boss.

Oh, God, they'd have to disclose their relationship to HR.

Eff. She hated HR.

Still, that was the least of her troubles. What she really needed to do right now was look at the situation objectively – ha, as if that were even possible – and figure out how to proceed next. Jason deserved so much better than being a 'consolation prize,' and she'd be damned if she ever let him think that he was.

His grip on her waist tightened and Jason snuggled closer, his lips nuzzling her ear. "…Elizabeth?"

She smiled softly and reached up to gently brush her fingers through the hair by his ear. "Yeah?"

"…Marry me."

A long pause stretched between them, and Elizabeth finally patted his cheek one last time and withdrew her hand, placing it on the one he had wrapped around her waist. "Go back to sleep, Jason."

And it was only because he actually was asleep – another drunken, slumbering proposal – that Jason let that go without a response and, sighing gruffly, drifted right back off again.