Prompt: Battlestar Galactica

Part Nineteen

"You might want to change your pants before we leave."

Turning around at the sound of Jason's voice as he descended the stairs, Elizabeth placed her cue stick down on the pool table and stared at him questionably before she looked down at the jeans she wore. She frowned in confusion before she looked back up at him. Even in her confusion she couldn't help but smile. The smile he wore was the biggest smile she had ever seen from him. It lit up his eyes, showed off his amazing teeth, and caused the butterflies in her stomach to come out in full force.

God, he was beautiful.

"Why?"

He chuckled at her as he walked forward, grabbing her arm lightly without explanation. He walked her over to the balcony doors that showed their reflections because of the dark night sky outside. He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, patting her bottom when she continued to stare at him in question. Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder and looked into the glass doors to see what had Jason laughing and smiling at her. Her cheeks grew warm when she saw the large handprints shaping her rear-end.

Seeing her turn red, Jason chuckled even harder.

"You think this is funny?" She asked with a laugh, not appearing at all serious like she first attempted. "You better hope this comes out."

He was in deep thought for a moment, his finger on his chin, a crease in his forehead. Shaking his head with a seriousness she had come to identify with him, he waved his finger a little. "No…no, I kind of like it."

"You like your handprints on my ass?"

"When you put it that way…"

"Ugh!" Slapping him on the arm, pausing a moment to squeeze his very large bicep before pulling away, she moved past him and towards the stairs. "I don't even know why I put up with you." She joked as she made her way upstairs.

"But you love me anyway." He smirked, a twinkle in his eyes.

When she turned around on the stairs and a corner of her mouth twitched upwards, he stopped breathing. He didn't know why, but during their back and forth, that question just came out. He wasn't expecting an actual answer for it; just let it slip in a joking manner. But as she smiled down on him, like an angel from above, he couldn't breathe.

Would she answer him?

He had spent most of the night wondering if he loved her. It never crossed his mind to wonder if she loved him. If she did, would it change anything? It was taking her forever to answer and Jason thought he was going to suffocate before she said anything. Why did it seem like everything rested on what she said?

She said nothing. Her smirk turned into one of her beautiful smiles, she winked at him, and then she turned around and hurried up the rest of the stairs.

Was that a yes?

For the love of… why the hell was he even putting so much thought into the damn question? It wasn't even a question. It was a retort to her comment and she was treating it just like that; or she was trying to drive him crazy.

Which she was.

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Jason glared at the stairs, blaming Elizabeth for his back and forth emotions. This was why he stayed away from relationships, they did nothing but cause him grief.

A soft expression replaced his glare when Elizabeth appeared at the top of the stairs, her expression cheerful and excited for their coming ride. Just one look at her face, one glimpse at her smile and he was a goner.

She really did make his life better.

"That was just…amazing! I didn't know that was going to be so wonderful. I knew I was going to like it, but that…that…wow. When you kept going faster and faster, I felt like I was flying!"

"You were screaming loud enough."

"I couldn't help it."

Jason chuckled as the elevator doors opened indicating they were on the penthouse floor. He placed his hand on the small of Elizabeth's back, letting her step out of the elevator first. She was still chattering on about the ride they had just taken. It had been a long, long time since he had someone on his bike with him and Elizabeth was the first to show so much excitement over it.

He started off slow, letting her get the feel of the bike. But the further he drove out of Port Charles the faster he went. He didn't even push his bike to its fullest potential until Elizabeth started screaming with excitement. She laughed behind him, causing him to laugh; feeling good at knowing he was responsible for her joy.

"I'm glad you had a good time."

Using the key Jason had given her earlier that day; Elizabeth unlocked the penthouse door and practically skipped through the entrance. She had never felt so free in her life. That could be because her parents were always breathing down her neck when she was growing up, but even when she moved out and to Port Charles she never really felt free. But being on the back of Jason's bike, being able to see the wind as they sped on, Elizabeth finally felt like she was truly free. Her artist eye had taken everything in that night and put it into memory for when she could get a blank canvas in her hands. She had been simply amazed when they passed the Battlestar Galatica billboard on Mill's avenue and the colors just swept by in one big blur. Meshing together and causing a breathtaking view. "Thank you so much for tonight."

She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips. But a small brush was not enough for either of them. Before they even pulled fully apart the two of them were deepening the kiss. Giving into the passion that always ignited when they were in the same room with each other. They could be across the room with a hundred people separating the two of them and the sexual tension, the passion, the need to be close would be the only thing noticeable for either of them.

Jason's arms were wrapped around her when she pulled her head back. He held her tightly against him, their heads only separated by inches. Elizabeth was the first to break the silence. "I should go to bed." She whispered, staring at his lips the entire time.

He didn't say anything.

Licking her lips, she lifted her smoky eyes to his. "I have to get up early for my shift." Her voice was still whisper soft.

He didn't let her go, only dipped his head to brush lips again. Elizabeth cupped his face between her small hands, digging her fingers into his hair. "Walk me upstairs?" She asked breathlessly when they pulled apart for air. It wasn't an invitation to walk her to her room, but to stay with her when they got there.

Jason pulled back and took her delicate hand in his when she offered it to him. He stared for a moment, marveling in how small and fragile she was. He could feel the contrast of her feather soft skin against his rough skin. His hand swallowed hers and he knew that if he were to squeeze hard enough, he could probably break her hand. Not wanting to hurt her, his grip loosened as they made their way upstairs, his thumb running along her knuckles.

When they reached her door Jason stopped. He cupped her cheek with his free hand and kissed her lightly. Once, twice, until he let his mouth linger over hers. His kiss was gentle, knee weakening. Never once did he deepen it but it still had the same affect on the both of them as all of their previous kisses.

Elizabeth protested when he lifted his head from hers, but sighed when he dipped down once more. He let go of her hand, dropped his hand from her cheek and took a step back. "Goodnight."

Elizabeth watched as he walked away. Too confused to understand what was happening at first to call out to him. When she came to her senses and the dumbstruck expression left her face, it was already too late. Jason was already in his room with the door closed.

He wasn't supposed to go to his room. He was supposed to stay with her! Did he not understand that when she asked him to walk her upstairs that she really meant for him to stay with her, for the two of them to finally make love? He was either really slow, or he was trying to drive her crazy.

Which he was.

The constant back and forth was killing her. She glared at his door before she stomped her foot and went into her room, pouting like a child but not caring. Why was he still holding back? Why wouldn't he just give in to what they both wanted?

She had to admit that she did play a small part in the constant back and forth. But he was really being ridiculous. Elizabeth knew that when their relationship first started, Jason wanted to take things slow. But that idea was blown out of the water, literally. If it wasn't for that rainstorm when they were at the lake, she wouldn't be alone in her room right now while he was alone in his. Just by that small glimpse at what would happen when they were together intimately, Elizabeth knew they wouldn't be able to stay away from each other. They couldn't even kiss without becoming aroused.

Thinking she heard the sound of Jason's door, Elizabeth quickly opened hers to give him a piece of her mind. But when she opened her door he wasn't in the hallway and his door was still closed. She frowned, swearing to herself that she heard his door. She found herself glaring at his door again.

Elizabeth blamed him for her need for him. If he wasn't so damn handsome, so beautiful inside and out she wouldn't be feeling this way. But as quickly as her glare came, it was replaced but a soft smile. He really was beautiful inside and out. Their ride earlier and his sharing that with her were proof enough of how wonderful he was.

Just knowing him made her life better.

Elizabeth closed her door, making her way to her bed. She stopped when she thought she heard the sound of his door again but didn't turn around. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. She wanted him to come to her so much that she was making up sounds, thinking that the imaginary sounds were him finally coming to his senses.

Elizabeth snorted at the thought as she climbed into bed.

Jason stood by his door after he left Elizabeth standing in the hallway. It took all of his power to leave her standing there. He almost turned around before he made it to his room but forced himself to keep going.

When they were kissing downstairs, he really thought he was going to finally give in. He was ready to give in. She had asked him to walk her upstairs and Jason knew that she wanted more than that and he was willing to give her more than that. But something made him stop in front of her door. Something made him stall for just one moment. Whatever it was also caused him to kiss her gently, not like he had many times before.

As their lips brushed, as he let his mind cool down, he knew he was going to have to take a step back and not accept her invitation. It was an honorable thing to do and, disgusted with the realization, Jason had to wonder when the hell he became so honorable.

But he knew he couldn't be with her just yet. He wasn't sure about his feelings for her, and where that might not have been a problem earlier, for some god damn reason it suddenly became a problem.

He had been with plenty of women before and never had a problem with sleeping with them without knowing his feelings towards them. Fuck, he didn't even have any feelings for those women. And maybe that was the main problem. Where those women were only there to occupy his company for one night, Elizabeth wasn't. She wasn't just some woman he met at a bar where he took upstairs to find some pleasure.

She was…Elizabeth.

He knew he would be with her and soon, because there was no way he was going to be able to stay away much longer. But right then, that night, it wasn't the right time for them.

Yet, even knowing that, it still didn't stop Jason from opening his door, taking one step towards her room, and then going back into his room, closing his door with frustration. He had just talked himself into not being with her and yet he was about to go to her room to do the exact opposite.

He was a piece of shit.

Jason turned around, making his way to his bed when he heard her door open. He paused, stopped breathing. Was she coming to his room? Not making a sound, Jason strained to hear any noise but heard nothing. A moment later he heard her door close and, without thinking, opened his door and made his way across the hallway.

His hand reached out for her door knob, but he stopped. He pulled his hand back, turned and walked back to his room, but then turned around again and walked back to her door. He paced back and forth for several minutes before cursing himself and making his way back to his room.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

He was acting like some god damn idiot, he grossed as he fell on his bed, scrubbing his hands roughly over his face.

He laid in bed for several hours, not able to sleep or even close his eyes. He kept running over his thoughts and realizations he had come up with earlier that evening. What he was trying to do—staying away from Elizabeth until he felt they were both ready—was useless, he finally realized. They were both never going to be one hundred percent ready and he was foolish to think that they ever would. Maybe it was his wanting to make the moment right for her that always caused him to hold back when he gave himself the time to stop and think. There were times when they were close to having sex, where he hadn't stopped to think or even care, but because of things out of their control, they were always interrupted. But whatever it was that stopped them, him or an interruption, it didn't matter anymore.

He was going to be with Elizabeth, Jason decided after hours of going back and forth all night. He would make tomorrow night special for her like he wanted. Take her out to dinner; let her pick something that she wanted to do afterwards. And then, when they made their way back to the penthouse, Jason would make sure that the door was locked, his phone was off, and that Elizabeth's invitation to 'walk her upstairs' was still open.