Chapter Six: Interlude
Summary: As the battle lines are drawn, Jason Morgan and Elizabeth Corinthos take some time to just be.
A/N: This is another 'glimpse' into the Corinthos-Morgan not-so-AU circa 2002, around the time when Jason was scoping out Luis Alcazar's yacht before all hell broke loose. Things to note: Elizabeth and Jason have been a couple for nearly a year, and she has been living in PH2 with him for three months. An amnesiac Zander is also not an unwelcome houseguest.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SUCH, I SUGGEST THAT YOU SIT THIS ONE OUT.
Prompt: In the darkest hour the soul is replenished and given the strength to continue and endure.
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The first strands of scarlet streaked across the dark blue of the sky, heralding the coming dawn. Soon, the scarlet would lighten to pink, and the pink to yellow and cerulean as the sun and the rest of their world woke up.
As was the habit for close to a week, Jason had still been gone in the wee hours of the morning when Elizabeth had grudgingly given up waiting for him to come home. She had filched one of his t-shirts and slid between the crisp cotton sheets of their king-sized bed. It was entirely too big and too cold for her alone, and she fell into troubled slumber, her worry for her absent boyfriend stark in her mind as she wrapped herself around his pillow.
Some time between the darkness of night, and the promise of a new day, Jason came home, trudging up the carpeted penthouse stairs into his bedroom. Milky beams from the waning moon streamed across the bed, bathing Elizabeth in an ethereal glow. A frown marred her smooth brow even in the depths of slumber, and Jason felt a tug of guilt, knowing he was the cause of her worry. He quietly undressed and slipped in beside her, drawing her close, allowing her warmth, her scent, her softness to lull him to sleep.
Now, a few hours later as the darkness bled away in the quietness of their bedroom, they lay awake, though unspeaking. Minutes before, Jason had slipped his shirt up and over her head and now Elizabeth lay on her stomach in the near dark and shivered as he trailed his fingers lightly up and down the ridge of spine
On one trip, they continued further down and he ran his hands gently over her naked rear. Her limbs felt heavy and there was a tender ache between her thighs. She felt the heat ignite low in her belly as Jason continued his feather-light caresses.
Jason's knuckles slid up her thigh, past the curve of her hip, into the shallow dip of her waist, up to the swell of her breast, over the roll of her shoulder and back down the length of her spine, leaving a trail of flames where his fingers made contact with her smooth flesh.
Without warning, he slipped his fingertips along the rim of cleavage that divided her derriere before skimming beneath to cup the warmth of her pubis in a strong palm. His actions wrung his name in a low aroused moan from her lips as, simultaneously, he slid his knee along the backs of her thighs, planting a soft kiss on her shoulder. Elizabeth felt the gentle nip of teeth on her flesh, which he soothed with his tongue even as he applied a soft pressure on her mound and coaxed her onto her knees.
Her breathing escalated, the only sounds other than the rustling sheets in the quiet room. He knew she was aroused, and she felt his satisfied smile in the rasp of his stubble on her sensitive skin. The evidence was on his fingers, two of which he slid deep into her for three agonisingly pleasurable seconds before he trailed the wet digits up her spine again. Elizabeth's hands bunched in the bed sheets as she felt Jason's weight shift on the bed and then heard the tell-tale sound of foil ripping in the dark.
Seconds later, those hands settled on her hips and Elizabeth couldn't have prevented the submissive arch of her back that presented the glistening petals of her core to him even if she'd wanted to. She heard a masculine growl of desire from behind and smirked, pleased to know that she affected him as much as he did her. Looking back over her shoulder at him, she snapped the last reins of his legendary self-control with the unspoken demand in her smoldering blue eyes.
Without hesitation Jason thrust smoothly into her warm depths to the hilt. He wasn't gentle. There was no need – he knew that she could handle his aggression, and would not deny him. He needed to revel in her heat, to reassure himself that she was here, that she safe, that she was his.
They moved sinuously together, their dance as old as time. Elizabeth could feel the fingers of her orgasm uncoiling in her core, signalling that she would soon be on her way to heaven as Jason's thrusts quickened. She knew that if he continued at that pace, at that depth, at that angle, it would be a lot sooner than she'd anticipated.
Sensing that she was close, he did just that, clever fingers strumming her pearl of pleasure, causing the dam holding her back to break. Elizabeth's pleasured cry filled the air as her orgasm ripped through her. Her arms collapsed, unable to support her weight and only his grip on her hips kept her upright as her body took absolute control, her brain an overwrought receptor of pleasure from every single nerve ending in her body.
Jason tried to fight through the layers of her pleasure but in the end he, too, was lost. Her name fell from his lips as his thrusts deepened. Settling back on his haunches, a hand reached up and tangled in her dark mane, hauling her head up and back to meet his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut and a look of absolute pleasure crossed his face as he reached his own peak, triggering another orgasm for Elizabeth.
With a strong arm around her waist, Jason clutched her tight to him and delighted in the strong squeeze and pull of her inner muscles as she wrung every last ounce of his essence from his body. Unable to support them both anymore, his sweat-slicked body collapsed on hers in the bed. Turning her face on the pillow, Elizabeth tried to catch her breath, whilst delighting in the pleasure of his weight on her back.
Some time later, she felt soft kisses against her wet shoulder. Jason was still inside her. It felt good. She tilted her head up and their lips met. Gently, lingeringly, his tongue slipped possessively into her mouth before he reluctantly pulled away. In the time that they'd been wrapped in each other, dawn had broken and pale morning sunlight spilled over the still-sleeping town of Port Charles.
She closed her eyes, lethargically settling back onto the pillow. Again she felt the lingering trail of his fingertips along her spine, before the full weight of his palm pressed against the small of her back providing him leverage to slide slowly out of her. She moaned softly at the loss of contact and Jason pressed a soft kiss between her shoulder-blades.
Elizabeth felt the bed shift as he got up and left it, heading into the room's ensuite bathroom. With a heavy sigh, she checked the time – 6:20 a.m. – and rolled onto her back, crossing an arm over her eyes. She was exhausted, her body ached, and she yearned to lock the door, unplug the phone and stay wrapped in the cocoon of their Egyptian cotton sheets all day. But even as she wished it, she knew it was nigh on impossible – a war was on the horizon. She was lucky Jason had even woken her up before he all but disappeared for the day.
He reappeared in the doorway, deliciously nude, his blue eyes riveted to hers. She propped up on her elbows to bestow a sleepy smile on him. His answering smile was strained as he slid back in beside her.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked huskily. Those were the first real words he'd spoken to her since yesterday.
"No," Elizabeth turned on her side facing him and shook her head reassuringly. She slid closer to him, sliding her thigh up until it rested over his hip, pulling their bodies flush against one another.
Jason heaved a tired sigh and wrapped his arms around her, fingers once again trailing up and down her spine. "I'm sorry about the last few days," he whispered apologetically his lips brushing the base of her throat. "I'm sorry that you were worried. I–"
"Shhh," Elizabeth soothed him softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You're here now. That's all that matters." She smoothed back his sweat-slicked hair and kissed him softly, pouring all the love in her heart into it.
Jason kissed her back desperately. He didn't know when next he would see her. He would use her kiss to tether him to the light even as his job would force him ever closer to the edge of darkness. Elizabeth moaned as he pulled her still closer and turned onto his back, his hands tangled in her chestnut curls as he feasted on her mouth, their kiss spinning rapidly out of control.
Just then, however, the electronic trill of a cellphone shattered the spell between the two. Jason pulled away reluctantly and turned frustrated eyes to the phone as it vibrated on the bedside table. With the war with Alcazar heating up, he knew he had no choice but to take the call.
Elizabeth slipped off to the other side of the bed as Jason sat up, presenting his broad back to her as he flipped open the phone.
"Morgan." It was the voice of the Borg – cold and controlled, giving the caller no indication of his current frame of mind.
She flopped back onto her pillow and debated the merits of more sleep, yet knowing she would be able to relax with him gone.
Jason ended his call and turned apologetic blue eyes on her. "I have to go," he announced gruffly.
Elizabeth nodded and sat up. She'd surmised as much. "I know." She watched as he hurried through his morning routine, showering and dressing quickly. He sat at the foot of the bed and tugged on his motorcycle boots before reaching into the bedside and pulling out his pistol, checking the magazine and the safety before slipping it in the waistband of his jeans.
He was pressed for time, yet he could not bring himself to leave as he stood silent staring down at her. Elizabeth sat up on her knees, sliding to the edge of the bed before him with the sheets bunched under her arms. "Be safe," she cautioned softly.
She pressed a sweet lingering kiss to his lips in parting.
"I'll see you later," he replied, not knowing when exactly that would be as he left the room, then the penthouse.
Elizabeth buried her face in her hands. One could only hope.
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