Prompt 192: In Over Your Head.

Part Twenty-Six

"You know," Elizabeth breathed, stretching lazily on the couch, trying to regain her energy. Jason's arms tightened around her nude body. "If you keep this up you're going to have to buy me a new wardrobe. Again"

"Why's that?"

Turing her head on his shoulder she nipped at his strong chin before soothing it with her tongue. "Every time we are alone you end up ripping my clothes off of me."

"It's quicker."

Elizabeth rolled onto her stomach, a hard thing to do considering she was lying on top of Jason. Chest pressed against his, Elizabeth rested her chin on her hands that were folded on his chest. "Quicker to what?" She asked with a devious glint in her eyes that surprised the both of them. After the previous round of sex they just had, neither felt like they could get off of the couch for at least a day.

But with looking into each others eyes, pressed so intimately against each other seemed to arouse the both of them. It didn't matter how tired they were, their need for each other consumed them at all times.

Running his hand slowly down her spine, coming to rest on her soft, very tempting ass; Jason quirked a brow, his eyes shining with the same devious glint as hers were. "To get you naked."

Laughing, she clasped his face between her hands kissing him softly. Within no time, their kiss grew hungry. Her tongue pushed past his lips, sunk into his mouth to duel with his. So caught up in their devouring of each other, neither heard the ring of Elizabeth's cell phone.

The constant chirp of the phone finally pushed its way past the haze that consumed them. Elizabeth pulled away first, placing her hand over Jason's mouth when he tried to pull her down for another kiss. "Ignore it." His muffled voice vibrated against her hand.

"It could," she sighed, "be important."

Loosening his grip around her waist, Jason let her get up and answer her phone, pulling her down onto his lap once she answered it. He paid little attention to the conversation, set on arousing her enough so she would hurry with the phone call and get back to what was important.

Making love.

His lips caressed her neck; his hand began its downward crawl when she suddenly jumped out of his lap.

"Are you serious?"

He frowned at the joy he heard in her voice. Who the hell was she talking to?

"Of-f course I can be there. I… yes, thank you so much."

She closed her phone, staring at it for several moments in wide-eyed wonderment. His frown deepening, Jason raised his eyebrows in question when she finally looked at him.

"That was the gallery I was supposed to go to the interview that day we met. They just called to reschedule another interview, today." Her face broke out into a beaming expression, excitement shining through. "I can't believe they want to have an interview, I can't believe they called me."

Smiling over her enthusiasm, Jason shook his head slowly. "Why?"

"I called them right after every thing seemed to cool down the day after I was almost kidnapped. I explained to them that a… situation had taken place which prevented me to go to the interview and after basically groveling they said that they had no interest in rescheduling. I believe the owner's exact words were 'There is no room for irresponsible employees.' I can't believe he just changed his mind like that."

"Maybe they realized what a good artist you are."

Narrowing her eyes, Elizabeth stared at him for a moment before placing her hands on her slim hips, not bashed at all by her nudity. "You haven't even seen any of my work. What did you do?" Though she tried to sound stern, the joy she felt made her words light, not a care at all that he might have had something to do with her getting another chance at her dream job.

"Nothing." He shrugged.

She kneeled on the couch next to him. Studying his eyes intently, she frowned. "You didn't, did you?"

"No."

"Then…" Sitting back at a thought that suddenly occurred to her, she looked away, her smile turning sly. "Sonny."

"Excuse me?"

"It was Sonny."

His exasperation at the mention of his friends name towards a conversation he was easily getting confused with showed through in his next question. "What was Sonny?"

She was already off of the couch and headed up the stairs when he finished his question. She skipped up the first step, her mouth going a mile a minute as she glided up the stairs. "I have to hurry if I am going to make the interview. I'll have to take a shower," she paused, giving him a sultry look over her shoulder. "Don't even think about it." They shared a smile.

"I don't even know what to wear!" She fussed, turning the corner and out of his sight.

Jason's face turned into a scowl at hearing her say something about thanking Sonny properly.

What the hell did Sonny have to do with her interview?

Jason had just finished straightening up the living room when a loud knock came from the door. With a gruff invitation for whomever it was to enter, the door opened slightly to reveal Sonny poking his head in slightly before sighing with relief and stepping fully inside.

He did not want a repeat of what happened a week prior. He had walked across the hall to talk to Jason about some business, something he couldn't even remember now because the embarrassment her felt made him forget why he had even went over that day. Without knocking he walked into Jason's penthouse only to find his enforcer by his pool table with Elizabeth.

Not even close to playing a game of pool.

Jason had scowled; Elizabeth had leapt down from the edge of the pool table, falling to the floor to cover herself, laughing despite of the embarrassment of being walked in on, and Sonny had simply smiled a knowing smile, colored a little in his cheeks at walking in on them and turned right around. He chuckled on his way back to his penthouse at hearing Elizabeth's hilarious laughter. No doubt she was laughing at Jason.

Jason shook his head at his friend's cautious behavior. When he remembered, he locked the door when he and Elizabeth were alone. But there were times he did forget; she had that power over him.

Making him forget things like locking his door when making love to her in their living room.

"What's up?" He asked, kicking Elizabeth's thong under the couch. The same thong he had just taken off of her with his teeth not even an hour ago.

"I need—" Before he could finish, Elizabeth's feet fluttering on the staircase as she raced down them cut him off. He heard her squeal before her arms wrapped around his neck. Confused, Sonny wrapped an arm around her waist, hugging her back.

"Thank you so much! I don't know how you did it, but thank you, thank you, thank you." She kissed his cheek between each word of appreciation. She didn't seem to care that she was only wearing one of her shirts that fell to her thighs, leaving her barely clothed.

But Jason did.

He reached out, sliding his hand between the two of them, planting it flat against her stomach and pulled her out of Sonny's arms.

And into his.

Where she damn well belonged.

Sonny's dimples came out in full force at Jason's obvious display of possessiveness. Licking his lips, Sonny turned his attention to the beaming brunette. "What are you thanking me for?"

"Like you don't know."

"I don't." He chuckled.

"I just got a call from the art gallery. You know the one I was telling you about at Kelly's." She drawled.

"Ah," He smiled, cupping his cheek and lightly tapping it with his hand several times. "I'm glad they called you."

Elizabeth smirked. She couldn't believe her luck. One day she was a lost girl running from her family, trying to start a new life when fate stepped in and placed her into a world where she finally felt like she belonged.

Like everyone around her wanted her there.

Turning in Jason's arms, she kissed his cheek before pulling away and running back upstairs, forgetting altogether that she had come downstairs to get his opinion on which pair of shoes to wear. She knew he would have no clue which pair to tell her to wear; he didn't think or even care about things like that. But it was still fun to frustrate him a little with her questions on fashion.

He was way too adorable when flustered.

Jason stared at Sonny with narrowed eyes, not finding anything about what just happened at all humorous. It was one thing for his friend to catch him with Elizabeth when they were at the pool table and she was close to being naked. But it was another for her to be in Sonny's arms when she was, again, close to being naked. He didn't particularly like that picture.

Sonny only laughed harder, finding great joy at seeing Jason like this. He never saw Jason in such a state. It amused him greatly.

"What the hell was that about?"

Sonny covered his mouth, attempting to literally wipe the smile from his face. "I was at Kelly's a while ago when Elizabeth was working. She told me about the gallery and how much she wanted to work there. They had turned her down after she called them so I called and made a… suggestion," he smiled "that they grant her another interview."

Jason nodded, finally showing a slight smile. "Thank you, she's really excited for the second chance."

"I thought she deserved it after everything she has been through."

"She does." Staring off into nothing in particular for a moment, Jason shook his head as if to clear it and turned back to Sonny. "What do you need?"

The smile faded, his business look replaced it. "I just got a call from the warehouse. Someone tampered with out coffee shipment. The foreman was able to stop it and get rid of everything just before the cops showed up. It was a close call. I want to find out who was behind it."

"Alright."

Sonny looked away before he turned his cold eyes back to Jason. "These could be the same people who tried to kidnap my daughter and Elizabeth. I want answers."

"I'll leave right away."

"I've already called Max and Milo to come here and guard Elizabeth. They'll take her to her interview."

Elizabeth wanted to dance her way out of the office as she finished her interview. Not only was she given the job, but she was also offered a small portion of a wall to display some of her art after the director reviewed some of her sketches. He seemed very impressed and although a small portion of the wall didn't seem like nearly enough space, it was perfect for Elizabeth. Not everyone was given the chance to showcase their art and she was more than willing to take the opportunity without a second thought.

A small gasp escaped her mouth as she opened the door and found Max lying on the floor motionless. Milo was out in the parking garage, guarding the car. She was just about to let out a scream for the other guard when something slammed against the back of her head.

Blackness took over.