Prompt: The man you are and the man you ought to be.

Part Five

Jason Morgan had always been a man on top of his game. He knew what was going to happen minuets before it did, knew what he had to do to stop it. He prided himself on his instincts. He wasn't smug about it, but it did save his life many times. There was one time when he let his guard down and it almost cost him his life. He was tortured for days, held up in an abandoned cabin that smelt as if a couple of dead animals had taken permanent residence there.

He was living in Porto Rico at the time, heading both the casino and illegal business. Everything was quiet at the time; nothing was presenting itself as a threat. His instincts told him that he shouldn't accept that. There was always a threat. But for the first and only time, Jason didn't listen to his instincts. This, in turn, caused him to be ambushed by several men dressed in all black, knocking him upside the head thus knocking him unconscious. When he woke up, it was to the grueling smell of the condo and several blows to his stomach. His arms were bound behind his back as he sat on a wooden chair that was so worn, he had splinters in his ass for days after Johnny and Max had rescued him.

It had been years since that incident and it had been years since he let his guard down, pushing his instincts aside. But with every breath that whispered across his neck, every time her leg moved up and down, brushing her knee against his ever growing arousal, Jason felt it like the blows to his stomach he experienced when he was tied to that wooden chair years ago.

He was being tortured again.

Lying in his bed at Jake's, Jason glared up at the ceiling as the woman lying in his arms stretched against him again. She had been asleep for two hours. Two excruciating hours that Jason stared up at the ceiling and cursed his stupidity for once again not going with what his gut was telling him.

For those two hours that the brunette beauty slept in his arms, Jason had thought of all the ways he could have avoided the situation he found himself in. He could have told her no, he was not going to climb into bed with her. Let her crawl onto the floor until she passed out and then carried her to bed. He could have taken her home instead of up to his room at Jakes. He could have done a hell of a lot more than actually crawl into bed with her and allow her to curl into his side like her body was made to fit against his.

When he knew that she was asleep, he tried to get out of bed, but she held him tighter. She actually shifted so that she was fully on top of him, molding herself to him in a lovers embrace, leaving little room for him to leave the bed.

Her head fit perfectly under his chin, allowing her breath to fan across his neck. Her legs cradled both of his thighs at first, but she had shifted against him once more, pressing one of her thighs right against a crotch.

Either Elizabeth was a restless sleeper, or she was having one hell of a dream. Every so often she would moan a moan that sounded like she was experiencing pleasure. Her body would arch against his and her damn leg would shift against him, causing him to become immediately aroused to the point of pain.

When she let out a soft mew and skimmed her lips over his throat, Jason was at his breaking point. He would have gladly put himself back in that condo and endured a few more days of torture. It had to be better than what he was going through now. No matter what state Elizabeth Webber was in, drunk, sober, hysterical, even asleep, the damn woman tortured him.

When she trailed her hand down his side and positioned it between them with excruciating slowness, Jason wanted to punch something. He squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed a curse when her hand came in contact with his erection. He gripped her hips, not knowing what else to do with his hands. He had every intention of flipping their positions so that she was lying on her back ending his torture. When his muscles flexed in preparation of moving her, a soft caress against his neck stopped him.

In her sleep, Elizabeth began to place small butterfly kisses on his heated flesh. He closed his eyes as a sigh escaped him. His own hands loosened from her hips and moved towards one of his favorite parts of Elizabeth, her butt. His hands caressed her backside and clenched when her tongue slipped from between her lips, tasting him.

For a moment, Jason allowed himself to forget that Elizabeth was asleep and had no idea what was going on. It wasn't until her hand pressed harder against his arousal and she whispered his name against his ear that his eyes flew open.

In a heart beat, Jason had their positions reversed. She was lying underneath him, looking at him through hooded lids. There was a smirk on her lips as she opened her eyes all the way. They were still glassy, and she was still drunk. She didn't look the least bit embarrassed, in fact, she looked smug. "Hi."

The little minx had been awake the entire time.

Jason stared at her, unable to speak, unable to think. Her cheeks were flushed, but it had nothing to do with embarrassment. She was just as aroused as he was.

Elizabeth moved underneath him, arching her body against his again. It wasn't until he felt her hand rub against him again that Jason shot out of his bed and across his room, as far away from her as he could get. He had his back to her, and he would be damned if he turned around to look at her when she whispered to him.

"Jason?"

He couldn't look at her. Not if he wanted to keep his dignity which was already hard enough considering he was molesting her in her sleep, when she wasn't actually sleeping. He heard her shift, heard the bed creak and he braved a look at her. Turning just his head to peer at her, Jason cursed himself for allowing that one look.

She was propped on her elbow facing him. Her hair had fallen from her ponytail, causing it to fall around her face in soft waves. His heart hammered against his chest as he grew even harder at her disheveled appearance. He had never met anyone as sexy as Elizabeth Webber.

He cleared his throat several times, each time an attempt to remove the lump in his throat, and each time failing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jason turned to face her as he rubbed his hands over his thighs, trying to ease his erection.

"Jason, why are you over there?" Her voice sounded like pure sin. Husky and full of sexual pleasure.

"Because…" Because why? Because if he was anywhere near her he would be inside her so fast the room would be spinning? Because if he allowed her to continue her bold exploration of his body, they would both be panting with pleasure as he moved inside her? Yeah, why the hell was he all the over there when she was on his bed, waiting for him. Wanting him. He sighed, because she was drunk and had no idea what she was doing. "Because you don't know what you are doing."

"Yes I do." She spoke on a husky whisper as she drawled out each word.

"No…" clearing his throat, Jason looked away, giving his head a mental shake. "No you don't."

"I'm a big girl Jason. I think I know when I am trying to sleep with someone."

"What?" His head jerked back to look at her so fast he was surprised he didn't cause whip lash.

She giggled at his stunned expression as she sat up in his bed and pushed the covers aside. She went to stand, but decided against it when the room began to move. "Come on Jason, I would think that you would know when a woman was trying to seduce you." She looked him up and down, licked her lips.

Jason sighed. "Elizabeth, your drunk, your saying and doing things… Hey! Stop that!"

"What?"

"Put your shirt back down."

With a pout and a huff, Elizabeth tugged her shirt back down, covering her lacy braw and toned stomach from Jason's view. "You're no fun."

If he listened to the tightness in his jeans, he would provide her with so much fun she would be writhing underneath him. But he wasn't that type of man. His arousal argued with him to be that type of man, but his brain talked him out of it. It was too soon to be screwing things up with Elizabeth.

"I'm fun."

"Really?" Crooking a finger at Jason, Elizabeth beckoned him to her with a seductive glare. "Why don't you come here and show me how much fun you can be."

"Why don't you walk over here without falling and then well go from there." He smirked in response.

"Well now you're just being difficult."

"That's what I thought."

Flopping back on the bed, Elizabeth pouted up at the ceiling as she swung her legs back and forth over the side of the bed. "Fine."

Crossing his arms over his chest, Jason watched as her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. "Good, now go to sleep."

"I'm not tired." She might have been tempting him to the point of insanity, but Jason couldn't help but smirk at her pouting.

"Trust me, you're going to hate yourself in the morning, you need to sleep now."

Elizabeth lifted herself on her elbows and looked at him through a curtain of hair. "Why am I going to hate myself in the morning?"

"First, you're going to be hung-over. I'm betting that the toilet is going to be your best friend all day." Both of them grimaced at the thought, "And, if you remember anything, your going to be embarrassed for what… just happened."

"Why should I be embarrassed for wanting you?" She tilted her head to the side and studied him as he gaped at her, obviously surprised. "You're a gorgeous man Jason. You're so strong and big." Her eyes roamed his body. "It's only natural that I would want you. I mean, look at you" she leaned against one arm so that her other could gesture to him; "You have the nicest butt I have ever seen."

He actually blushed and thanked the darkness of the room for hiding it. "It's so firm and every time you walk I could just…"

"Alright!" Muttering a curse under his breath, Jason rubbed his forehead before he pointed at her. "I'm not going to sleep with you," she pouted at him as he paused, "tonight." He didn't know why, but he felt the need to add that last part in there.

She smiled at him before she sighed, "Fine." Sitting up in his bed once again, Elizabeth swayed just a bit before she completed her task of sitting. "Fine, we'll just go back to sleep." Patting the bed next to her, Elizabeth urged him to get back into bed with her.

"No."

"Oh come on Jason, I promise I will not try to seduce you again. Scouts honor." She didn't feel the need to tell Jason that she had never been a Girl's Scout.

"No."

"You're really not going to come back to bed?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you're too drunk to realize what you are doing, and I'm not that strong of a man." When her eyes roamed his body again, he gave her a stern look as he pointed at her.

"Fine, I won't bother you to come back to bed, on one condition."

She had an extra sparkle in her eye that told Jason her one condition wasn't something he would like. "What?"

"You have to kiss me."

"Elizabeth-" he sighed when she cut him off.

"Just one little kiss that's all I ask. After that," she gave a careless shrug of her shoulders, "You can sleep on the floor or on your chair and I will not bother you again."

He shook his head, "I don't think that's a good idea Elizabeth."

"Oh come on Jason, is just a kiss, it's not going to kill anyone."

He grunted. That's what she thought. He knew that if he kissed her it wouldn't stop there. There was no way that he would be able to kiss Elizabeth, taste her and then stop. Once his lips met hers, there would be no stopping either of them. She made it clear that, in her drunken mind, she wanted to sleep with him. And there was only so much that Jason could do before his control snapped and he gave into her, gave into what both of them wanted, even if she was only telling him what she wanted because she was drunk. Sighing, Jason rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at her. Her face was the picture of innocence. Her eyes were opened wide and her mouth was slightly open showcasing her softness. Gone from her face was the sexual want from just moments before. Maybe he could just kiss her and nothing more. "Just one kiss?"

"Just on kiss." She sighed in relief when he began to walk towards her.

As he slowly made his way towards her, Elizabeth pushed herself to the middle of the bed, laying back down and never once breaking eye contact with him. The bed dipped as Jason made his way on top of her. He never took his eyes off of her face as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. Elizabeth's lips trembled apart as a sigh escaped and her lids closed.

Jason was running his fingers through her hair, providing her with a sensation she had never experienced before. His breath fanned across her neck a moment before his lips pressed a gentle kiss.

He repeated the process over and over as he continued to run his hand through her hair. His thumb brushed back and forth across her cheek as he showered her neck with small, open mouthed kisses. He heard her sigh as he kissed the dip in her neck before making his way towards her mouth, stopping a moment to place a kiss at the dimple in her chin.

He lifted his head to look at her once more before he allowed his lips to make contact with hers. He continued to run his thumb across her cheek as his gaze lifted from her lips to her closed lids. He wanted her to look at him before they kissed, wanted to make sure she still wanted him to kiss her. When she continued to keep her eyes closed, Jason moved his hand from her cheek and pushed her hair aside, letting the silken locks run through his fingers.

"Elizabeth." He whispered, attempting to have her look at him.

A deep frown found its way to his forehead when she continued to keep her eyes closed. It wasn't until she turned her head to the side and sighed that Jason cursed his luck.

She had fallen asleep.