FF #175:Prompt: Sweet redemption, right in front of me.

Part Nine

After Sonny left his penthouse, Jason wanted nothing more than to grab a bottle of beer and play a game of pool. Instead of giving into what he really wanted to do, he opened his door and motioned for Max to come inside.

He had a couple more matters to take care of before he could sit back and relax.

"What do you need boss?"

After glancing towards the staircase, Jason looked back at Max. "Elizabeth needs a couple of things."

Max nodded his head in agreement as he waited for Jason to continue. "She doesn't have any clothes, hell, she doesn't have anything. I figured she could go and get the things that she needs tomorrow, but she still needs some clothes until then."

Max face contorted into a confused expression. "You want me to go shopping for chick clothes?"

Sighing, Jason bowed his head, "Just something for her to wear. It's not a big deal Max." His words came out short and annoyed.

Max's confused expression turned into one of disgust. "Not for you it isn't. I don't know what to get her. I'm not a personal shopper Jason, I'm a bodyguard. I guard people not dress them, especially women."

Jason sliced an angry hand through the air. "Just get her a shirt and a pair of pants." When Max opened his mouth to protest, Jason gave him a look that had made many men wet themselves. "Quit bitching about it. It can't be that hard."

Max's lips thinned as he glared at his boss but he stayed silent. In a matter of a day, not even twenty-four hours, he changed from a man that enemies used to run away from into a freaking stylist. He shuddered at the thought. He liked Elizabeth Webber, she was sweet and beautiful, but in the one day that he took over temporary watch of the little woman, he was forced to comfort her and now he was shopping for her.

He was never getting married.

He was about to turn around when Jason stopped him once more. "You were there when her landlord was talking to her?"

"Yeah, and let me tell you something, that guy was asking for me to kick the shit out of him the way he was talking to Eliz-Miss. Webber."

Again, the look that had sent many men running away appeared across Jason's face. "What did he say to her?"

Oblivious to his boss's angered expression Max turned his square chin towards the ceiling and squinted his eyes in concentration. "It's not so much what he said to her, but the way he talked to her, like she was nothing better than piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe. I don't think she really paid attention to him though; she was too busy wincing every time one of the movers banged a piece of her furniture. She told me that all of her bedroom furniture was her grammas." Max looked back at Jason. "I would say that she was more upset about losing her grammas stuff than she was at losing her apartment."

"Alright." Nodding his head, Jason walked towards his door and opened it while he spoke to Max. "I'm going to take Elizabeth to the bank tomorrow to figure out what happened with her account. She'll probably want to go shopping before that. Before we go to the bank I want some information on her family." Jason didn't feel the need to continue and Max didn't need him to.

Max nodded at his boss and was about to walk out of the opened door when Elizabeth's voice stopped him. "Max, wait!"

Both Jason and Max turned around to see Elizabeth make her way down the stairs as quickly as the oversized clothes would allow her. When she made it to the bottom step she tucked her wet hair behind her ear while she began to walk towards the two men.

She was wearing Jason's light-blue t-shirt that matched his eyes and brought out the light specks of blue in her dark blue eyes. The shirt ended at her knees, and she could have just worn that, but she put on one of his gray sweatpants, and even though Jason could tell she rolled them at her waist several times, they still pooled at her feet making it hard for her to walk.

His baggy pants on her were the exact reason that she tripped on her way to the two men, making both of them reach out for her. Jason was the one who caught her, leaving Max to rub his stomach where Jason's elbow "accidentally" connected with it when they both reached for her.

Elizabeth's stared at the floor while she regained her balance. Even when she did, Jason's hands remained at her waist, hoisting her to him. She looked up, swiping her wet hair off of her forehead. Her voice was an embarrassed whisper when their eyes finally met. "Thank you."

When their eyes met Jason could do nothing but stare at her big blue eyes. That was until he let his eyes lower and connect with her plump nude lips. He couldn't remember a time since he had met Elizabeth that he hadn't thought about what it would be like to kiss her. Her lips practically begged for his. He wondered what kind of kisser she would be. He wondered if she would lean into his kiss and sigh right as their lips met and she closed her beautiful eyes. He was about to test out that thought when Max cleared his throat. Jason's grip on her waist tightened as he snapped his head up and looked into her eyes once more. What the hell was he doing?

He quickly shoved her away from him and cleared his throat as he turned back to Max. He could tell that the other man was doing everything in his power to conceal his smile. But Jason knew it was there, which meant that Elizabeth probably did too. He glared at Max practically threatening the man to say anything. Max knew better and instead of messing with Jason, he turned his attention to Elizabeth.

"Do you need something?"

She almost forgot what she rushed downstairs for until Max spoke. "Need something? Oh, yes." Walking over to Jason's desk, she bent a little, picked up a pen and began to write on a blank piece of paper. "Jason told me that he was going to send you out to get me something to wear so that I could go out tomorrow." She stopped writing for a second to grin up at the scowling guard. "I can't very well go out looking like this."

Jason didn't see anything wrong with the way she looked. They were just clothes, but he knew how women could be about their appearances. But he honestly didn't see anything wrong with her wearing his sweats out until she could buy some more clothes. She looked good in his clothes. He also couldn't help but note that his sweats swam on her body so much that barely any skin was showing. Good, he didn't want anyone looking at her.

He brought his hands to his face and scrubbed hard, cursing in the process. Elizabeth and Max gave him a questioning look before they went back to their own conversation.

"I really appreciate this Max. I only need one outfit for tomorrow. I'll be able to get my own things before then. I'd wear what I had on today, but I'd rather not." She did not want to have to put back on an outfit that smelt of stale beer and was so wrinkled it looked like she washed in stale beer. She would have washed her clothes, but according to Jason, he didn't have any laundry soap. Really, she thought, men should not be able to live by themselves.

Elizabeth gave the piece of paper to Max. As he read over the list she felt the need to explain. "It's just my sizes and all that I would need." She knew when he got to the last item on her list when his cheeks began to redden. She had to hold back a laugh at the thought of big bad Max becoming embarrassed over such a small thing. Before he could comment and make her as embarrassed as he was in front of Jason, Elizabeth patted his arm and began to usher him to the door. "Thank you again Max, I really appreciate this."

When he turned around and opened his mouth, she gave him a huge smile and promptly closed the door on his face.

She turned back around to see Jason staring at her. She suddenly wished that she hadn't ushered Max out of the penthouse so quickly. In all the time she had been alone with Jason she always felt comfortable. But for some reason, she felt very uncomfortable and had no idea why. She took hold of the bottom of his shirt that she was wearing and began to twist it in her hands. "It looks like you don't even live here."

Jason tore his eyes away from her long enough to look around his living room and shrug. "It has what I need." He focused back to staring at her.

Elizabeth began to wonder why he was staring at her so intently. It made her nervous and it made her want to throw herself at him and kiss him at the same time. The feeling kept arising in her to lean on her tiptoes and press her lips to his every time he was near her. She was sure that if Max had not been there then Jason would have kissed her. They would probably still be kissing, moving over to the couch while they pulled each others clothes…

Her cheeks were blazing hot when she cut her thoughts off. What was coming over her? She knew that answer. It wasn't a what but more of a whom and that whom was Jason Morgan. All he had to do was look into her eyes and she threw all caution to the wind. He was tempting and she was beginning to wonder why she was fighting that temptation.

Jason could tell that the silence was making her uneasy. Normally, with others, he really wouldn't care, but for some reason he didn't want Elizabeth to feel uncomfortable in any way. "Are you hungry?"

As if on cue, or more likely the mention of eating, her stomach made a loud rumbling noise. Smiling, she placed a hand over her flat stomach and thanked God that she was no longer hung over. "I am starving actually."

"I'll order a pizza?"

She smiled her thanks and walked over to his pool table while he placed their order. She picked up the eight ball and rolled it from one hand to the other before placing it back down. She ran her hand over the green felt and was about to walk around the pool table when she felt a sudden heat behind her. Before she could turn around, Jason moved to her side and leaned his hip against the pool table. "Do you want to play until the pizza gets here?"

"I don't know how to play. Remember, you never got the chance to teach me." She smiled up at him, a glint of amusement shining through her eyes.

His eyes sparkled with as much amusement as hers did, but his eyes sparkled because of memories of the night before, more so of her trying to seduce him than her not being able to stand long enough to even hold a pool stick. "I'll teach you now."

A brilliant smile crossed her lips as she nodded with excitement. "Ok."

For the next half-an-hour Jason taught Elizabeth how to line up a shot and how to decide which shot she should take when it was her turn. They laughed together at her excitement at making a couple of shots. But when she missed, Jason was the only one laughing. Not because of her miss, but because of the sexy little pout she gave when she missed it. Her lips would pucker, her eyes would open big, and more than once she would cross her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up against the blue of the shirt she wore.

His shirt.

He was tempted more than once to nip at her lips, but he fought it each and every time. What he didn't resist was leaning into her more and more each time when he had to stand behind her and help her line up a shot. He even leaned his nose into her almost dry hair that curled into soft waves around her shoulders, and breathed in her sent. She smelt of his shampoo and soap, but she still smelt feminine.

They stopped mid-way through their first game when the pizza came. Jason got two beers while Elizabeth set up the pizza box on the coffee table in front of the couch. When Jason set the beer in front of her, her first reaction was to turn it down. She did not want a repeat of the night before. But instead of turning the drink down she smiled up at him and told herself that she was to only drink the one beer and nothing more.

They ate in comfortable silence for a while before Elizabeth decided to break the silence. "Tell me about yourself."

The request startled him about as much as it startled her. She couldn't believe that she had asked that of him. Where the hell did she get the nerve? Her cheeks bloomed a pretty red as she tried to justify her request. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have just blurted that out like that. I'm just curious, I mean, you know a lot about me and I feel like I hardly know anything about you. You don't have to an-"

"What did you want to know?"

Now that was a loaded question. She figured that he wouldn't like her asking how he came about working for Sonny. Basically anything about his job was out of the question. What was she supposed to ask? "Oh, I don't know, just tell me something about you."

"I like to ride."

"Excuse me?"

After swallowing a bite of pizza, Jason shrugged his shoulders and turned towards her on the couch. "I have a motorcycle."

A sparkle lit her eyes. "You have a motorcycle?" When he finished off his last bite of pizza, he nodded. He took notice to the sparkle in her eyes and the slight smile that graced her lips.

"I'm working on it right now, but when it is finished I could take you for a ride."

"Really?"

Her smile was so bright that he couldn't help but let a smile cross his lips, showing off a dimple in his cheek that she hadn't noticed before. "Yeah."

"I've never been on one before." She eagerly tucked her legs underneath her as she turned to him fully. "When do you think it would be ready?"

He looked off to the side and his eyes narrowing as he ran through his mental check list before he turned back to her. "Probably in a couple of days. It could be ready tomorrow night, but we will be out most of the day."

She was about to mention to him that he didn't have to go with her; if it was possible she could take someone else with her. But she didn't. She didn't want to spend the day with someone else. She wanted to spend it with Jason. Looking over to the pool table, Elizabeth smiled at Jason once again. "You want to finish our game? I'm sure I've got the hang of it." When he smiled at her with a mock smile, she lifted a perfectly shaped brow at him, "Hey, I might actually have a chance at beating you."

They both knew it wasn't possible and they both laughed as they made their way to the pool table. They continued to play with Jason practically putting all of his balls in the pockets on one turn until he finally missed. He saw her nipping her bottom lip with concentration, not knowing which ball to hit.

He walked over to her and told her where to stand. The shot looked almost impossible, but when Jason leaned over with her, Elizabeth knew she was going to make it. When the ball sank into the pocket, Elizabeth jumped up, turned around and hugged Jason. When they pulled away from each other, it was only a fraction of an inch. Their arms were still looped around each other. At the same time, both of them gave into the urge that had been pulling at them since they met.

Their lips finally brushed in a light caress answering Jason's previously question. She did sigh and lean towards his kiss.

One light embrace was not enough for either of them; it did nothing to squelch that need that had been building up for so long. Jason pressed her against the pool table as his lips moved against hers. They both angled their heads perfectly to make their lips fit. Elizabeth opened her mouth without hesitation once she felt the slight pressure of his tongue against the seam of her full lips.

She moaned when their tongues caressed. At the sound of her moan, Jason lifted her to the pool table. When her backside was resting securely against the edge of the table she wrapped her legs around his trim waist, feeling the very noticeable evidence of his growing erection.

Their bodies moved together as their lips caressed each others. They were so caught up in the moment that they almost did not hear the open of the front door. Thankfully for them, Max was grumbling when he stormed in. His muttering saved them from being embarrassed.

Jason quickly stepped away from Elizabeth as she jumped off of the edge of the table. Her eyes were wide with shock as she looked up at him, but before either could say anything Max slammed the door shut and looked up, spotting them at the pool table. His eyes narrowed as they connected with the still wide ones of Elizabeth's.

She moved around Jason as she quickly rushed out. "I'm just going to go to bed." As she passed Max, he thrust the bags at her glaring at her as Jason glared at him for interrupting.

"Here's your stuff."

Offering Max a shy thank you, Elizabeth practically ran up the stairs.

Once she was out of ear shot, Max glared at Jason but didn't notice the unwelcome glare his boss was sending him. "Don't ever ask me to do something like that again. I swear to God, Jason, I will kill you first before I ever have to step foot into a woman's store again." Stepping closer to Jason, Max lowered his voice as his expression became even darker. "She had me buying her panties Jason. Not underwear. No! Panties!"

Jason's gaze quickly went to the stairs before he turned a lethal glare at Max who was muttering about all the selections and having three sales women coming up to him offering their assistance, telling him about all the options in ladies panties selections.

"You saw her underwear?"

"Jesus Jason, I didn't see it on her. She asked me to get it for her. I swear, never again."

Before either man could say anymore, Elizabeth appeared at the top of the stairs. Jason noticed that her lips still looked plump from his kisses. Her eyes, on the other hand, no longer looked dark with passion. In its place was the look of fear.

"Jason, I just looked in every room, but the only room to have a bed is yours. You don't even have furniture in the other two rooms."