She didn't know why she grabbed him…she didn't do things like that but it seemed as if lately she was just feeling all out of the norm. Once she was in his arms she decided on impulse that she never wanted to leave. Maybe it was the way he held her, or the way he smelled, or the way for once in the past four years she felt safe again. So she pulled back and her brown eyes matched his blue ones and she decided…she decided that she was throwing caution to the wind.
He felt her next to him, her body feeling at home in his arms, and then she looked at him…her honey colored eyes radiated something…warmth, desire, passion, he wanted to kiss her, but before he made the choice he felt her pull back.
She pulled back from him to where they were no longer touching…she saw something in his blue eyes…regret, want, need, anticipation. That is when she placed her hands on his face…on his beautiful cheeks and she smiled. He turned inward and kissed her wrist before looking back at her. She tilted her head slightly moving in, and she saw him lick his lips and suck in his breath.
He felt her hands on his cheeks and he did what felt most natural and turned in to kiss the smooth skin of her wrist…her smell intoxicated him and as he turned back he noticed the familiar tilting of her head. It was then his tongue darted from his mouth onto his dry lips and he sucked in an air in anticipation.
She brought her face closer to his and soon they were breathing the same air; it was at the last moment she almost pulled back, but her mind was no longer in control as her mouth crashed upon his.
He felt her hesitate a little and for a second he thought she might pull away. But then he felt her lips hit his, her soft velvet lips against his. It was only moments until they tongues met tentative at first and then openly exploring. He instinctively pulled her closer wanting to feel her skin against his; his left hand then found itself winding in her beautiful caramel colored locks while his right hand made circles along her back. He couldn't get enough, he wanted to taste her and so he pulled her head back.
She felt his lips start to dance with hers and then she felt him pull her closer. He was quite intoxicating this close and she reveled in his smell. She couldn't help but love the way her body felt pressed against his muscular chest. The kiss intensified and she felt him wind his hand in her hair and pull her head back leaving her neck exposed. He began his assault on the column of her throat and she felt the moan caught in her chest. She couldn't get enough of him as she wound both her fists into his short blonde mane.
He felt her stiffen when he began to suckle on her throat. He loved the way she arched her back to meet him and wound her hands tightly in his hair. He couldn't explain the want he felt for her, but it was like nothing he had experienced…and for once in his life Jason Morgan let himself lose control.
She pulled away from the kiss first breathless, and looked into his eyes. She bit her lip looking at the way he was studying her intensely. There was a fire connecting them, a fire that scared her, but that she wanted to touch. He took a step closer and she was on her way to jumping in the flames when she heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking.
He wanted her, he couldn't help it, didn't care if it was wrong…he saw her pull her lip between her teeth, and he knew…knew she wanted him too. He took a step closer and she didn't flinch; simply matched his gaze as if daring him to come closer. And then the door opened and her head snapped around.
"Mommy" is the only word that needed to be uttered to break the connection. Kristina jumped into her arms and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled at her daughter…her beautiful daughter…always a lovely sight to see; just less than perfect timing.
He was disappointed at first until he saw Kristina's little face smiling at him. He couldn't help but smile seeing the two together, and he wondered how he had missed that side of Alexis Davis before. How can you run into someone everyday and never really know them? Then Kristina looked his way and bestowed her mother's smile unto him and he took her into his arms and listened to her chatter about her day. Before he knew it he was agreeing to dinner.
She watched Kristina talk him into dinner, and she was thankful she did…she would have never asked him, and yet she wanted him to stay more than anything. They sat at dinner and talked like this was normal…she knew it wasn't…but she couldn't help but feel it was the closest she had come in a long time.
After dinner he was going to excuse himself to leave, but he found himself watching a video on the couch with Kristina while Alexis bathed and put Molly down. Halfway through the video Kristina laid her sleepy head on his lap and yawned. Before he knew it she was sleeping and he was playing with her long brown hair.
She watched him for a couple long moments before she announced her arrival. She watched him play with Kristina's hair and she wondered how she had never really noticed the tenderness that came from Jason Morgan's hands. How can you live in the same town with someone, bear a child from their best friend, be their fiancées mother and still never really meet them?
He heard her clear her throat and he smiled as he turned to her. He found himself doing more of that lately, smiling.
She saw the smile first and then the sparkling eyes and she cast her eyes downcast. It had been so long since someone had looked at her the way and it seemed to bring a crimson blush every single time.
He noticed the color come into her face, and instead of embarrass her he picked up Kristina into his arms and asked her where she should go. She sputtered at first and regained composure as she led him to Kristina's room. They ignored the closed door that was Sam's and just focused on the light ahead. When she opened the door he saw the room adorned in lavender's and pinks perfectly suited for a five year old. He laid her in her bed as Alexis drew back the covers. They both were in kneeling position on either side of the bed leaning towards the middle covering Kristina in her sheet. At the end they both looked up and eyes met.
She saw him gazing into her eyes, and completely forgot where they were. She allowed herself to get lost in his eyes and she felt him move closer to her.
He was surprised she didn't pull back, but he kissed her gently as if he was whispering a deep dark secret onto her lips. He felt her lose her breath and he lost his. When they parted he placed a palm on her cheek and got up. She stood with him and he held her hand and led her back down the hallway to the front door.
She was nervous and excited after the kiss…when he took her hand, but as he led her out into the family room she was confused….but then he brought them to the front door.
He told her he was leaving and he noticed a pang of hurt in her eyes. So he brought her face into his hands and steadied her gaze with his and whispered, "I want to…just not like this", grazed his lips across her cheek and walked out the door.
Alexis watched him walk away to his car…and she held her hand to her cheek…She couldn't describe the obvious longing that occurred every time he left…but he was right…she didn't want to like this.
He got home feeling light and when Richie opened the door he noticed Liz sitting on his couch. They said their pleasantries before she gave him the reason she was there…asking for help with Lucky.
Liz noticed the difference when talking to him…their friendship had been newly resurrected, but she liked to think she had some inclination on who Jason Morgan was. She had saw him struggle with his breakup with Sam and her subsequent betrayal…but in the last weeks there seemed to be something different about him….he was lighter, happier and she hoped that whatever he was doing he kept up.
He went to bed that night…and for the first time in months he had not one single bad dream.
She lay still that night and pulled her pillow closer willing herself to feel the hard planes of his chest next to her body.
Three breakfasts, two lunches later…
He knew there was a problem when he saw Lucky staggering across the docks shooting at the perp…he didn't know what else to do but shoot the man before the man killed Liz's husband. He never expected Lucky to shoot back at him or for Officer Rodriguez to see it all. When he felt the familiar feeling of the cuffs being slapped around his wrists he just hung his head.
She wasn't even supposed to be there…it was her day off…and then she heard about the shooting at the docks and then she saw him being brought in. She couldn't help the anger, the fear and yet the relief that he was okay that shot through her body.
He could tell she was pissed, and yet there was an underlying softness in the way she looked at him. He wanted to talk to her, to explain, but Mac dragged him and he watched her storm out.
It took merely thirty minutes for him to explain everything to Mac, and in the end the police commissioner was more understanding than Jason would have thought. Once he was released he ran to where he knew she would be.
She was upset, hurt, scared…she had been able to block out that he was a mobster, but this…this she couldn't just be oblivious to…so she picked up the vase and dropped it trying to alleviate some frustration.
He heard the glass break as he burst through her office door. She looked at him and started to yell, he started to yell back.
She yelled at him, got right in his face and told him how he scared her, yelled at the top of his lungs and pounded on her chest.
He felt her fists on his chest and he grabbed her arms, and looked at her. Apologized, tried to get her to listen.
She didn't notice when he had grabbed her or when the yelling had turned into low utterances, apologies, explanations, and then his lips on hers.
He couldn't explain how much he wanted to kiss her; to take all the frustration and aggression out onto her lips.
Alexis felt herself letting go as he ravaged her mouth, and then she felt the buttons of her suit coming apart, and she didn't stop it…instead she grabbed the navy shirt and pulled it over his head wanting to feel the bare skin of his chest.
Jason couldn't stop the fingers from stripping open the buttons revealing her black lace camisole. He couldn't resist sliding his hand over her taut belly as he kissed her face. He pulled her hands off of his chest and raised them above her head and pushed her against the wall as he continued to kiss the sides of her face.
They were steadily falling into a hot pit of fire…
"WHAT the hell is going on here" came from the doorway from an all too familiar voice.
A/N: I know, I know…another cliffhanger, but how else am I going to keep you anticipating the next chapter…Okay I promise just for that I will have it up soon. Thanks to everyone for the reads and reviews. I hope you continue to love this story as much as I am loving writing it-who knew I would love JasLexis so much? Special thanks for all you who have left feedback, you make my day!