Prompt: Is that your hand on my girlfriend?

Part 2

It had been two days since Kristina's almost kidnapping, and it had also been two days since Jason began to guard Elizabeth. He could have killed Sonny that day. Out of all the guards that they had, Sonny had chosen him, his damn enforcer, to watch after some skittish woman. He had other things that he needed to do. He had enemies to kill, territory to protect, and he had some coffee paperwork that needed his signature.

What he did not need to be doing was standing in a damn nail salon while Elizabeth Webber debated on which color red nail polish she should choose. She held the two colors in her hand, both looking exactly the same shade of red to Jason and asked, "After Sex or Berry Hard?" She nibbled on her lower lip, causing it to turn the exact same color as the polish she held in her hands.

He stared at her like she had lost her mind. "I don't care."

Releasing her lip, Elizabeth pouted at him. "Come on Jason, I need someone's opinion, and since you are here, your that someone."

"They look the same to me."

"Well, there not."

Grabbing the polish out of her hands, Jason looked at one and then the other, squinting his eyes, "What the hell kind of names are After Sex and Berry Hard?"

Treating the situation very seriously, Elizabeth snatched the nail polish back form him. "Jason, just… ugh, which one do you think I should choose?"

"I don't care."

"Fine." Staring at the two nail polishes some more, Elizabeth nibbled on her bottom lip. She closed her fingers around one bottle, went to place the other bottle back on the shelf, then decided against it, staring at the polishes some more. After several minutes of Elizabeth nibbling on her lip, going back and forth between each color, Jason finally grabbed one bottle from her hand.

"This one, go with…" Looking down at the label, Jason handed her the bottle, "After Sex." When he looked back up at Elizabeth, he saw a pretty little blush appear across her cheeks and spread down her neck towards the glimpse of cleavage her skin tight white tank top revealed. As he watched the blush spread, Jason couldn't help but wonder what she would look like after sex.

Watching Elizabeth walk away from him and towards the woman who was waiting to do her nails, Jason let his gaze wander over Elizabeth's retreating form. His eyes started at her hair that was pulled to the top of her head in a sloppy ponytail, allowing curls to spill free. His gaze wandered down her slight frame, hesitating on her slim waist, dropping down to her nicely shaped butt and stayed. He watched with complete male appreciation as her hips swayed from side to side, molding her nicely against her jean capri's.

His eyes snapped back up to her face when he saw her turn around. Their eyes connected and Jason knew she caught him staring by the way her eyes lit up and a smirk appeared on her face. Turning around, Jason plopped down in one of the waiting chairs as Elizabeth slipped off her white flip flops.

He tried to read from the magazines the salon offered, but after picking up every magazine and reading the headlines, Jason pushed them aside. He had no interest reading about how he could keep his man satisfied, or how he could turn his old clothes into new hip fashions.

Sighing, Jason leaned back in his chair and cursed Sonny.

He looked out of the big window in the front and studied his surroundings. The people who tried to kidnap Kristina were still a mystery to them. The man he shot in the parking lot of Kelly's was dead, but the other man was being held in a safe house under questioning. No matter how many times Max punched his face in and no matter how many times Johnny held a gun to his head, the man would not talk. They didn't know his name, where he was from, or who he was working for.

He turned his attention back to Elizabeth as she got off of her chair and began to blow on her nails in an attempt to dry them. She gave him a small smile and approached the cashier as he waited. Jason figured they would keep the guy alive a few more days. If a couple more days of torture didn't break him, then they would end him.

Jason was snapped out of his planning when he heard Elizabeth's voice. "What do you mean it won't go through? Can you check it again?"

Jason stood from his chair and crossed to where Elizabeth was standing. "What's going on?"

"My card isn't working."

The cashier's pity filled eyes turned to Elizabeth's after the machine declined her card once again. "I'm sorry, but it is saying that your card is declined. Do you have another?"

Chewing on her bottom lip, tears began to form in her eyes, "No."

Jason placed his hand on the small of Elizabeth's back as he pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Releasing his hold on Elizabeth for a moment, he pulled his card from his wallet and handed it to the cashier, "Here, this will work."

"Jason, no, I couldn't-"

Her words were cut off when Jason placed his hand on her back again and looked down at her, "It's fine."

Nodding, Elizabeth smiled at the cashier when she handed Jason his card back. Together, the two of them walked out of the nail salon with his hand still resting on her back. When they stepped outside Elizabeth pulled away from him and turned to face him. "Thank you so much Jason. I promise you that when I figure this out I will pay you back and-"

Shaking his head Jason cut her off, "Don't worry about it."

"What do you mean don't worry about it?"

"I mean don't worry about it."

She crossed her arms stubbornly under her chest drawing Jason's attention away from her face for a moment and towards the swells of her breasts until she spoke. "I am not some type of free loader Jason. I will pay you back." When his mouth opened to interrupt her, she held her hand up stopping him. "I mean it Jason. I don't know what happened to my card, but when I find out I am going to pay you back. You have done way too much for me as it is."

He looked away from her and shook his head. "Fine, you can pay me back. But I haven't done anything for you."

"No?" Laughter bubbled out of her mouth as she stared at him with amusement. "So you think saving me from kidnappers, taking me to safety, guarding me, even thought I know you don't want to, means nothing? You hardly even know me, yet you are practically giving up you life to protect mine." When he shifted on his feet in what looked like embarrassment, Elizabeth touched his forearm, "You're not used to any type of praise are you?"

"I don't..." Sighing, Jason looked down at the ground, pursing his lips. "No."

Making a sad sound under her breath, Elizabeth kept her hand on his forearm and softened her voice. "I find that hard to believe Jason. I mean, I don't know you that well, but from what I do know you seem like a very nice man." Blushing slightly, she continued. "I don't know there's just something about you." Staring into his eyes, she studied his blue depths, "You seem like the type of man that would help anyone out without question."

As if by a pull, both of them moved closer to the other. "You didn't even know me, but you saved my life. I'm sure you hate going to the mall with me and going with me to get my nails done, but you've never complained once." Smiling, Elizabeth's hand moved higher up his arm as she moved closer to him, "At least, not out loud and not to me."

They were so close now; his hand had found its way to her hip as her hand moved higher up his arm to his shoulder. He dipped his head down ever so slightly as hers began to inch forward. She was staring down at his lips, not thinking about how insane this was. How crazy she must have be about to kiss a man she had only known for two days. And not just any man, but a man who was assigned to guard her from people who might be after her to kill her. Not a single thought went through her mind as his breath mixed with hers and their lips grew closer. Their lips were about to touch when a car full of teenage boys passed by whistling out the window telling Jason to tap that ass making both of them jump apart.

Rubbing his hand across his chest, Jason looked at the passing car with a glare. He was angry with himself for letting his guard down, mad at himself for almost kissing Elizabeth, but he was mostly mad at the idiots who drove by and interrupted. When he heard her clear her throat in embarrassment, Jason looked at her.

She was looking anywhere but at him. The pretty blush from earlier returned to her soft face, but it was brighter and brought on a feeling of pride to Jason. He stood a little taller with the knowledge that he caused her to blush and breathe a little heavier trying to calm her nerves. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Jason broke the silence, "You want to get some lunch."

"Huh?" Her eyes snapped up to meet his and confusion marred her face making her forehead crinkle. "Lunch? Oh! Lunch, yeah… oh, no I can't."

Jason dipped his head slightly, "You don't want to get lunch?"

"Well, I do. But I can't." When his face grew even more confused, Elizabeth clarified. "If you forgot, I don't have any money."

"Its fine, I got it."

"Jason!" Stomping her foot, Elizabeth glared at his back as he began to walk away from her. "I don't need you to keep paying for me. I feel bad enough that I dragged you with me to the nail salon, and then you had to pay for me. I am not going to let you treat me to lunch. Besides, I have plenty of food at home."

Turning around, Jason let his gaze wonder over her body, "So you want to go back to your place?" Cringing at what that must have sounded like; Jason rushed out "For lunch?"

She was about to tell him yes when she thought about it. She was about to kiss him out in the open. She hardly knew him, but she was about to engage in a serious lip lock with Jason, one of the most gorgeous man she had ever encountered. She showed no self restraint in public, what made her think she would be able to be alone with him.

In her apartment.

Where she had a bed.

"You know, I just remembered. I don't really have anything for lunch." Swallowing all of her pride, Elizabeth lifted her chin, "So if you wouldn't mind, could you pay for lunch?" Jutting her chin out more, daring him to argue, she added, "But I will be paying you back."

Smirking, Jason nodded his head and turned around, leaving her no choice but to follow him.

"Oh, that was so good." Leaning back in her chair, Elizabeth placed her hands over her stomach as she smiled at Jason. "It has been a long time since I have had a good meal like that."

Smiling at her despite his being uncomfortable about where they were, Jason looked around the restaurant for the twentieth time since they entered.

"What's wrong? Ever since we got here you've been kind of silent and you keep looking around."

"I'm supposed to look around, make sure there isn't anything out of the ordinary."

At his gruff answer, Elizabeth shrank back into her chair as she was reminded of their situation. Her life was in danger because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. She got pulled into a mob war and her life had changed drastically.

Jason looked back at her after he scanned the restaurant again. He noticed the change in her posture and the pale look on her face and he cursed himself. For the first day he watched her, she was skittish, jumping at her own shadow. But today, something changed. She didn't have that wild look in her eyes anymore, didn't jump five feet into the air when he touched her. She was more at ease with him and seemed to enjoy his company.

Sighing, Jason placed an elbow on the fancy table cloth and leaned towards her, "I'm sorry. I just… I don't like these types of fancy places."

"Why didn't you say so when we got here?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. You don't look like the type of person who would eat at a bar."

Smirking, Elizabeth folded her arms over the table and leaned forward, bringing their faces inches apart. "Looks can be deceiving Jason."

Jason quirked one brow and spoke in a voice that oozed of sex "Really?"

"Really. I may not look like a person who could fit in at a bar, but trust me, there's more to me than just my looks."

Dropping his gaze from her face, Jason let his eyes wonder lower and took in the gentle swell of her breasts for the second time that day. Swallowing, he forced his gaze back to her face and tried to play off his wandering eyes by smirking. "Why don't you prove it?"

A little taken aback, Elizabeth forced herself to not retreat. Tipping her head to the side, she rested her chin on her open palm. "How?"

"I know of this bar called Jakes. It's just across town. You've ever played pool?"

"No."

"I'll teach you."

Both of them stood up from their chairs at the same time. Elizabeth waited as Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a crisp bill and placed it on the table. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the amount. "Aren't you going to wait for your change?"

"No."

"Why do I have the feeling that money is not an issue with you?"

She didn't receive an answer. Instead, Jason placed his large hand on the small of her back and began to steer her towards the entrance. Just as they were about to clear the last table, a woman pushed her chair out, knocking into Elizabeth. She stumbled away from the woman and was about to fall forward when Jason wrapped his arms around her, steadying her.

They stood there for a moment in each others arms. Both of his were wrapped securely around her waist while her hands rested on his shoulders. They stared into each others eyes, forgetting about everything around them until a mans voice broke through their trance.

"Lizzie?"

Tearing her eyes away from Jason's, Elizabeth turned her head to see the new comer, and when her brain registered who it was, her eyes almost bulged out of her head. "Joshua."

The other man looked away from her and stared into the cold blue eyes of Jason. When Joshua spoke, he tried to stand as tall as possible, "Would you mind removing your hands from my girlfriend?"