A/N: I love smut. I want to say that first and foremost. And I've written some pretty good smut for Liason in the past (if I do say so myself). However, Spixie smut…it is very hard to comprehend because I just do not see Damien Spinelli as sexy. But I shall try. If only for musicannlovely because she's a Spixie fan…here's some Spixie Smut plus more Jaxie bickering and the humor that goes with it (which I always find when Jason and Maxie are arguing on screen or in my head) and some more background but not much because most has been spelled out…for now.

Oh and anyone getting the alerts that thought you got two updates then looked and saw the same two chapters…I deleted then re-posted the chapters so that their chapter titles were the same as mine. It's a thing. Sorry if I disappointed anyone.

Chapter 2

"I thought Mac would never leave." Maxie said pushing Spinelli down onto her bed.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the Law Abiding One's immanent arrival Maximista, I thought it could be a little surprise for you. I expected his appearance this morning. Last nights emergence was a shock to the Jackal as well." Spinelli said tugging at Maxie's royal blue peasant blouse, hissing as his fingertips felt the cool, smooth skin of her stomach.

Maxie promptly batted his hands away from her. She enjoyed sex with Spinelli, but mostly because she could dominate him and be the aggressor as well as control the whole experience. For some reason, that just turned her on. Plus there were usually perks that came with the sex.

And honestly, if it weren't for that, plus the fact that for a man whose physique was not quite up to par he was very well endowed, she would probably not give him the time of day. Except as friends of course. But for now, they remained friends with benefits as they had for the past year while she had been traveling. It worked for the time being. Besides, he had great stamina. Another perk to the benefit.

"Well, I think we surprised Mac instead." She slowly pulled his sketchers off of his feet and removed the tube socks that were white with two tacky wide green stripes. "I thought he was going to kill you last night when he pulled up and caught us on that bench."

"The Gods were protecting the Jackal in the form of Agent Leeds. Had she not been so forlorn and in need of the cellular reassurances that the littlest Stone Cold was only testing her patience, The Paternal one would have caught me and the Fair Maximista in flagrante."

"I know…" She said reaching for his cargo shorts and unsnapping the button then tugging down the zipper. "Thank God you thought to shove my panties in your pocket. Although, you know…bench sex sounds like a lot of fun. Maybe tonight we can go back there…or…I saw a park down the street."

"Were that I could but our time now is fleeting for I must take flight soon to return to my government hacking job in our Nation's Capital." Spinelli reached again for Maxie but she batted his hands away when she lowered her mouth onto his erect cock and darted her tongue to the tip to lick at the precum before sliding her tongue down the underside of his shaft and then sucked hard on the vein at the base before sliding her tongue back up placing a sweet kiss to the sensitive tip.

"OH GOD!" Spinelli shouted as her lips surrounded his manhood and swallowed him whole.

Sex with Maxie, albeit not his first time ever, was certainly his only experience that was truly erotic. His first sexual encounter with the Evil Nurse was over before it started, in more ways than one. However, with Maxie, she took her time. She taught him things and was patient with him. She instructed him in the ways to please her and in turn, reciprocated the pleasure ten-fold.

Though he knew that to her the love was not the same, he wondered if their encounters would be enough. Aside from the two times they had sex before she and Jason took off with the boys, they had rendezvoused four other times, this being the fifth so the seventh sexual encounter with her. For someone who had only had sex eight times, you counted the occurrences and the days between them. And each time made the wait until the next time that much more unbearable.

He already planned to make appearances as often as possible. He feared that settling in one spot was going to send Maxie back to her endless struggle with sex and men. She never quite understood how detrimental her use of sex and her body as either a weapon or a bargaining tool was to her emotional state. But Spinelli saw it all. He saw how every time it ripped another chunk from her soul and replaced it with another link in the chain surrounding her heart.

At the time of the Russian Invasion, as he and Winnie called it, Maxie had been sneaking off with Johnny Zacharra. She even told Spinelli and made him promise as her best friend for life that he would keep her secret. And he did.

Kate had been paying Johnny to escort Maxie to premieres, grand openings and high end parties for the magazine. The couple was a hit in public but what those behind the scenes didn't know was that it was affecting Johnny and Maxie to the point of having regular romps in the limo, in varied hotel rooms and even once in an abandoned garage.

Maxie didn't love Johnny, and Johnny certainly DID love Lulu but the chemistry between the two was combustible. Yet Spinelli knew that on both active participants part, it was just a destructive action. One to seemingly pay penance for the life Johnny was born in to. Unable to accept happiness and true love. And for Maxie it was a means to destroy any close relationship. Never feeling deserving of a truly meaningful relationship with a friend or lover. For some reason feeling that her borrowed heart could never be used to find true love.

So every time Kate forced the two to make an appearance somewhere, Spinelli dug his head in the sand or commiserated over a bag of BBQ chips and orange soda until Jason found a distraction or talked him off the ledge, so to speak.

Even this afternoon, Jason informed him that Maxie had played him but Spinelli didn't care. He would give Maxie anything in order to experience the bliss he was currently experiencing. He was glad to set up an account for her at the Day Spa that was located next to the local Publix grocery store she had shopped at with the boys and the neighbor. Surely she couldn't charge too much to his credit card on a monthly basis.

Only Jason knew that he had given her his personal credit card instead of an agency credit card. Maxie thought the government was paying for her waxes, mud baths and manicures as a way to compensate her for being put in the predicament she was in. However, what she didn't know would never hurt her and he hoped and prayed to always be the only one who benefitted from her body's maintenance.

Watching her strip for him and seeing her freshly Brazilian waxed strip of curls was worth the one hundred dollars that were charged to his card that day alone.

He was sitting up with his back against the headboard of her unmade bed. His toes still curled from the hard orgasm he experienced when she sucked him off so hard that it left marks of discoloration. The final straw being when she sucked one ball into her mouth and then feeling the impending orgasm welling, impaled her mouth onto his dick so hard that he heard her gag. The pressure of the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat was so powerful his cum filled her mouth and overflowed her lips, dribbling down her chin.

Thank God for his stamina because seeing that got him instantly hard again. His little minx was giving him a little dance and peep show now as she undressed before him. His life had never been so full of bliss. And somehow, he would figure out a way to keep her his. He hoped.

He got her away from Port Charles and Johnny Zacharra by suggesting she accompany Jason into a semi formal hiding. Now he just needed to convince the Agency that he could do his job from the Tampa office. So far the answer had been unequivacably NO.

But he'd keep trying if it meant spending his life with Maxie.

Climbing across the bed Maxie tugged at her lover's hands to pull him on top of her. She wanted it rough and upside down, half off the bed was a position that always ensured that Spinelli could fill her entirely.

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An hour later, Maxie headed toward the kitchen to get a glass of water and maybe scrounge up a bite to eat. The sex had been great, as she expected but now Spinelli needed to shower to head for the airport. His promise to come back as soon as he could placated her for now but she knew that it wasn't enough.

But there was also no reason to tell the man who treated her like a goddess.

She'd just keep that to herself, for now.

"You're going to hurt him, you know." Came a low timbered voice from behind her and she turned around to see Jason standing in the doorway to the kitchen from the back of the house. His arms were crossed over his large, muscular chest and he was leaning against the room's opening with his legs crossed at the ankles.

"You don't know what you are talking about." She defended darting her eyes to any spot in the room other than his eyes.

He sighed as he pulled himself from the doorway and walked toward the refrigerator where Maxie had just put the ice tray that she emptied back into the freezer. He pulled it out and walked over to the sink, filled it and returned it without a word. He checked the automatic ice maker, which they had emptied into Mac's ice chest earlier before he left for his long trek to Texas where he would ditch the truck, rent a car to Nashville then hop a plane back in to the city of Port Charles. The bucket was slowly filling back up again so they wouldn't need the ice trays much longer.

"He's in love with you and you're just using him." He stated evenly.

He then opened the refrigerator section to pull a Yuengling Lager from it and twisted off the top. He turned and snapped the cap between his thumb and forefinger smiling at himself when his aim hit the trash can perfectly. And also whizzed past Maxie's ear within inches.

"Do you have to do that?" She huffed, louder than she intended.

"Shhh, you'll wake the boys." He admonished and she truly looked sorry for her outburst.

She pulled out a chair from their new kitchen table. One she would have never picked out but she figured eventually she could replace all the crap furniture they loaded into the house that day with some eclectic modern stuff that would more suit her tastes.

"Did they have a hard time going down?" she asked looking up into the deep light blue pools of Jason's eyes.

"Cameron went right to sleep. He's missed his train bed badly. He wouldn't stop talking about it but once he was tucked in…I didn't even have to read to him." Jason pulled out the seat opposite Maxie and sat down. He stared at the bottle in his hands as he spun it lightly on the table. "Jake wasn't so easy."

He looked up and held Maxie's gaze for a moment. "You know, he's too big for a crib now. We need to go get him his own bed tomorrow."

"I can't believe it's been a year." She said looking away when she couldn't stomach the pained look on his face.

Sure it had been a year since they had been on the road, constantly in motion. But it had also been a year since Elizabeth died. And even though the kids were truly adjusting-Cameron had stopped asking so many questions and Jake's nightmares had stopped months ago-Jason had never recovered.

"Sorry" she whispered and went to stand.

Jason stopped her with his hand and held her hand to the table. "It's okay Maxie."

She eased back down into her chair and took a long sip of her water. "I should have helped you tonight with the boys. They always go to sleep easier when I help you."

Jason grunted at that comment. He didn't want to but he resented that his own sons, especially Jake, took to Maxie so easily. He constantly wondered if Elizabeth was rolling over in her grave knowing that Maxie Jones was her sons' main care giver aside from Jason. And would be for years to come.

"Well Jake would have had an easier time going to sleep if you hadn't been panting and screaming in the next room. Really Maxie, if that's what my son is going to be subjected to, you and I are going to have to switch rooms." Jason said then took a long pull from his beer and tossed the empty bottle across the room, smiling again when it hit the trashcan with barely a sound.

"You just wish it had been you!" She touted and then stood setting her glass next to the sink.

"NO, I don't." He quickly replied as he left the kitchen without another word.

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Maxie couldn't sleep.

Partly she was so angry at Jason for his attitude and demeaning way that he treated her. She may be younger but she was an adult. She didn't need him to tell her what she should and should not do with Spinelli.

He judged her for being with Spinelli sexually. He judged her for caring about clothes and shoes and fashion, all of which he complained were superficial. He judged her for the things she liked, she disliked, cared about or could have given a rats ass about. He judged her for everything.

And she resented him for it.

Slowly getting up, she looked over at the clock and sighed. It was four am. Jacob would get up in an hour. As usual. The kids internal clock never failed to chime at five am. Regardless of what continent they were on or what time zone they were in, Jacob Martin was ready for bed at nine and up at five.

She pulled her matching silk robe over her champagne colored negligee she found in her dresser. She hadn't worn the silk items in over a year and the feel of it on her skin was delicious.

Tying the tie around her waist she pulled her door open, peeked in both doors down the right of the hall, seeing both boys still asleep. Her feet felt good on the new Berber carpet that led to the living room. She turned left to head toward the kitchen when she noticed through the patio, Jason sitting up in his chair in his bedroom. The sliding glass curtain open and the moonlight shining into the makeshift bedroom. He had the computer open and sitting on the desk in from of him but she couldn't see what he was looking at.

She didn't need to.

Over the past year, any time she would catch him up in the middle of the night he was looking at the same thing.

Pictures of Elizabeth.

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"AHHHHHHHHH"

The shrill scream coming from Maxie made Jason drop the water hose and take off in a sprint from the driveway to the back yard where he knew Maxie and the boys were. He rounded the side of the house searching out the danger but finding none.

What he did find was Jake standing up in the kiddie pool they had bought the week before, one hand holding his toy boat. Cameron was head to toe sand and sitting in the sand box he had built two weeks ago for the boys. The curly headed pre-schooler was looking up at the new wooden play gym that Jason had installed the week after they moved in.

On top of the wooden play set was Maxie, screaming at the top of her lungs and pointing at the outdoor lounge set she insisted they needed for their backyard so that she could sun herself while the boys were out back playing.

The only problem was that she hated the look of a natural tan and complained that the suns rays would simply prematurely age her skin. So he had to buy the additional covers and umbrellas that came with the overpriced furniture set. Jason would have been fine with the two ten dollar plastic chairs at the discount store they bought the kiddie pool at but Maxie found the "perfect" furniture for the back yard and Jason didn't have the patience that day to argue with her any more than they already had. So sixty five hundred dollars later, they left with the Tuscany Collection. The cast iron furniture came with a table with a huge umbrella and six chairs, a love seat and two loungers with side tables that also held large umbrellas and a fire pit table. The dining and pit table were accented with a tan marble and all of the furniture had custom cushions that were navy blue, light blue and white stripes that Maxie was able to pick out from a selection of fabrics. She said it would perfectly accent the tan stucco house. She also chose the additional pieces of a bar cart and a towel rack. It was over priced, it was heavy and Jason had to buy a special shed to store the cushions in every night.

And she loved it.

"What's going on?" Jason yelled as he stopped and bent over to catch his breath.

Not because he was winded but because instantly, when he heard her scream, the worst case scenario came to mind and he was scared out of his mind at the possibilities of what her scream meant.

"I don't know Daddy." Jake said looking up at his father who was bent over next to him. "Maxie scweamed and wan up the swide and kept scweaming."

Jason looked into a mirror image of his own bright blue eyes and smiled. Jake's vocabulary had gotten so vast but hard as he and Maxie tried, the nearly three year old could not conquer his L's and R's yet.

"Maxie…" Jason picked up Jake and walked over next to the sand box to stand next to his oldest son. "Why are you standing up there screaming like an idiot?"

"I think she lost her marbles Jason." Cameron shrugged.

Jason couldn't help it, he laughed out loud. "Cam where did you hear that expression?"

"From Mr. Dale. He said Ms. Denny lost her marbles. I asked him why they couldn't just go to the toy store to buy her some more but he said that when ladies act crazy it's because they lose their marbles."

Jason stared wide eyed but then patted Cameron on the head and nodded his agreement. "Mr. Watson is a very smart man huh?"

"Yep! I like him. And Mrs. Watson…she may not have her marbles but she knows all the cool songs and games. We played Simon Says yesterday. Jake lost but then we played Chutes and Ladders and she's teaching us a song about mushrooms. But I'm not very good at it. It goes really fast."

In the two months they had been there, the boys had really taken to the neighbors. The older couple doted over them, commenting on how all their grandchildren were too grown up for their grandparents so the boys were a breath of fresh air for them.

'I need to invite Dale over for that game of pool soon.' Jason thought as he listened to his son ramble about the things he and Jake did that morning when the neighbors babysat them while Maxie went to have her weekly manicure and pedicure and whatever else she charged to Spinelli's credit card that day and Jason went to the grocery store to purchase the weeks groceries for the house.

The boys were always over at the older couple's house. Once Spinelli came back with a clean record for each and confirmed their story of being from Pennsylvania then moving to Florida where her parents had moved and their thirty plus year careers working as a first grade teacher and a heavy equipment operator for the county, Jason relaxed. He enjoyed the husbands fence line chats and the limitless tools the man had in his own garage. And the wife, though a little nutty, was great with the kids and as nice as could be. The boys adored her and her husband. Even Maxie liked them, saying they reminded her of the All American grandparents she wished she had grown up with.

Finally, Jason heard Maxie huffing loudly for his attention so he put Jake down and walked over to the gym set and looked up, shielding his eyes from the burning mid-day sun. "What's the problem Maxie?"

"There was a bug…a HUGE bug that jumped out of that tree and landed on my leg." She whimpered as she pointed to one of the palm trees they had in the back yard.

"Was it dark brown, had two antennae and most likely six legs and was about two inches long?" He asked looking back over where she pointed and then back at her.

"I don't know Jason, I didn't take a picture of the thing." She huffed again.

"Well what did you do?" he asked, already knowing the answer but having a little fun of his own.

"I ran you idiot, what did you think I did?" She squatted down and stuck her hand out for Jason to help her down from the second story of the play set.

Jason looked at her hand, then looked back up at her and raised one eyebrow then rolled his eyes and walked over toward the lounge chair she was obviously sitting in with the towel draped over it. Not even considering helping her down.

"It was a palmetto bug Maxie. You know, the bugs that live in palm trees. The ones that are native to this area of the country and the tropics."

"What's a palmetto bug?" Cameron asked looking up at his father.

"It's a giant cockroach." Jason stated plainly and them smiled inwardly as he heard Maxie gasp.

"I'm not living where there are giant attack cockroaches." Maxie announced as she was helping herself down from the platform.

"Too bad. You chose our location. You're stuck with all that comes with it." He looked back at her as she stomped over toward him and the boys.

"And by the way…"

Just then, another palmetto bug came flying out of the palm tree and flew past all of them to land on the kiddie pool. Maxie screamed again and ran, leaping up on Jason's back burying her head into Jason's shoulder while Cameron laughed and jumped and clapped and Jacob ran over to his new kiddie pool to try to catch the giant creature.

"They fly!" He said and then promptly dropped her on her ass into her seven hundred dollar lounger and headed back around the side of the house where he could finish watching the truck and the car before the sun went down.