Chapter Sixteen
"Mmmmm..." Dillon groaned in delight around
the huge bite of pancakes he had shoved in his mouth. "I love real
food!"
Georgie laughed at her boyfriend. "Dillon!" she
cried, pretending to be appalled. "Chew with your mouth closed!"
To prove her point, she speared a small piece of one pancake with her
fork and placed it delicately in her mouth, closing her lips and
chewing daintily.
Dillon gulped down his mouthful and raised his
eyebrows at her. "Oh, well, pardon me Madam. We can't all be as
refined as you."
Georgie swallowed her bite and patted the
corners of her mouth with her napkin. "I know...I know...I'm
just...superior..."
She plucked a strawberry off her plate and
brought it precisely to her lips, placing the berry inside her mouth.
Dillon watched her with dancing eyes. When the strawberry had almost
disappeared he shot forward, grabbing the back of Georgie's head to
bring her closer. She let out a muffled shriek of surprise as his
mouth crashed into hers. He kissed her aggressively, playfully,
flicking his tongue into her mouth.
After a minute, Dillon pulled
away from Georgie leaned back in his chair, chewing decisively on the
strawberry. "Mmmm...delicious."
Georgie pouted.
"Thief."
"Ohhh..." Dillon looked at her with teasing
sympathy. "Poor Georgie. Here." He picked a strawberry off of his
own plate and scooted his chair closer, feeding the tiny red fruit to
Georgie. He felt her lips and tongue brush against his fingertips as
she ate the berry and he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning.
Dillon gently played with her bottom lip as Georgie smiled against
his fingers. Unable to resist another second, he kissed her playfully
for a moment, then pulled away to rub his nose against hers.
"Hmmm...I see why you two lovebirds wanted the corner
table."
They pulled apart quickly.
"Bobbie!" Georgie's
cheeks were growing redder by the second. "I...we didn't
see...hi..."
Bobbie's eyes danced, smiling affectionately at
Georgie's flustered face. "Hi Georgie. Hi Dillon. How are you
feeling?"
Dillon nodded, playing it supercool. "Hi Bobbie. I'm
doing fine, thanks."
Bobbie looked at the massacred remains of a
stack of pancakes on Dillon's plate.
"I see your appetite is
strong," she remarked. Dillon laughed.
"What? Oh yeah," he
replied. "A week of hospital food makes me appreciate this real
stuff so much more." To demonstrate his point, he speared another
mouthful of pancakes and chewed it lustily. He swallowed and stuck
his tongue out at Georgie.
"See?" He said. "I chewed with my
mouth closed."
She stuck her tongue out back at him.
Bobbie
watched the two of them banter, smiling to herself. Before Dillon
came along, Georgie had always had such lonely eyes. She had always
been in Maxie's shadow. Dillon, Bobbie could tell, was responsible
for bringing the light into Georgie's eyes. She smiled at the young
couple.
"Well, you two, I have to be going to work. Georgie, are
you volunteering today? Do you need a ride to the hospital?"
Georgie,
her cheeks still slightly pink, smiled. "No thank you. I don't
have to be there until this afternoon."
"Actually, Georgie,
why don't we finish breakfast and then go by the hospital and visit
Liz and Emily before you have to sign in for candystriping?" Dillon
suggested.
"But Bobbie needs to leave now," Georgie pointed
out.
"We'll take my car," Dillon said. "And I'll pick
you up at the end of the day, all right?"
Georgie nodded,
smiling at him "Okay." She looked up. "I'll see you there,
okay Bobbie?"
Bobbie nodded. "Okay. Bye Dillon."
"Bye
Bobbie."
Bobbie walked out of Kelly's. Georgie watched her go.
She turned back around toward the table, but was met by a forkful of
pancakes being shoved into her mouth.
"Mrrmmmpphhh!" She put
her hand over her mouth to chew the huge mouthful. She gulped down
the pancakes, glaring at Dillon, who laughed.
"You jerk!" She
swatted at him.
Dillon looked at Georgie's lips and smirked.
"You have maple syrup on your lips," he informed her, leaning
closer to kiss the sticky substance off her mouth.
"Mmmmm..."
Georgie moaned quietly against his lips. Dillon thought his heart
would stop. There was something about the sound she made, the way her
lips vibrated against hers, that drove him absolutely crazy.
"I
love kissing you," Dillon murmured in a gravelly voice that made
Georgie moan once again. Hearing the sound made him groan. "Let's
get out of here."
"Yeah, okay."
Dillon put down ten bucks
to pay for their breakfasts and helped Georgie into her coat and
scarf. They rushed out the door of Kelly's, their breathing growing
even heavier when they were confronted with the cold air.
They
kissed in the courtyard, the snow swirling gently around them.
"I...I want to be alone with you," Georgie whispered in
Dillon's ear, giggling nervously, "but..."
He kissed the
corner of her mouth. "But what?"
"But I'm so cold." She
shivered. Dillon wrapped drew her close to his body, wrapping his
coat around her. He thought for a second.
"This is going to
sound really stereotypical, but..." she raised her eyebrows
questioningly, "my car is in the lot down the block."
Georgie
nodded her head swiftly. Dillon put his arm around her shoulder and
they hurried down the block. As they approached the parking lot,
Georgie slipped in the snow, stumbling off balance. Before she knew
what was happening, Dillon had literally swept her off her feet,
lifting her up into his arms.
"Dillon!" she squealed. "What
are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?" he
retorted rhetorically as he carried her toward the car. Georgie clung
to him and giggled in delight.
When they reached the car, Dillon
placed Georgie back on the ground, reaching into his pocket for the
keys. He unlocked the door and they got in quickly, grateful for the
shield against the cold and wind. Dillon turned on the heater and
looked at Georgie.
"So, um, are you still cold?"
"A
little," she edged, scooting her body almost imperceptibly toward
him. He took the hint and slipped his arm around her shoulders,
pulling her into his side. His eyes shifted to her lips and he stole
a quick kiss, which became a very long one. Georgie pulled away,
giggling.
"Is this Parking?" she queried. Dillon laughed.
"Hmmm...maybe..." he teased. He grew serious for a moment.
"Do you want to leave, Georgie? I don't want you to feel like I'm
pressuring you to do any-"
He was cut off by her lips. "I
don't," She whispered against his lips, "want to leave. I want
to-" Dillon could feel her warm breath in his mouth and the
vibration of her lips as they moved, brushing his. The feeling made
shudders go through his whole body. He nipped at her lips.
"To
what, Georgie?"
She kissed him back. "I want to make out with
you," she admitted hotly.
Dillon's heart raced and he groaned
loudly. He couldn't help it. "You sure?" His tongue darted out
to lick her bottom lip quickly.
Georgie nodded. "Uh
huh."
Dillon nodded. "Uh huh." Unable to resist the
sweetness of her kisses another second, he wrapped the other arm
around her waist to pull her body practically into his lap as their
mouths crashed into each other, their tongues dueling wildly. Dillon
pulled at Georgie's bottom lip with his teeth and she grabbed the
back of his shirt, pulling on it. She sucked on his tongue. A
strangled sound that Dillon couldn't even recognize escaped his
throat and vibrated down hers, making them both shudder. Dillon tore
his mouth from hers and sucked on her neck, just below her ear. His
hands ran up and down her arms.
"God, Georgie..." he
growled.
"Dillon..." she moaned back, kissing his neck. Her
fingers tangled in his hair. He brought his hands up to stroke her
face and moved his lips slowly down, torturing her delightfully with
his mouth. Georgie cried out and threw her head back to expose more
of her neck to him. Dillon kissed his way down her neck, finding the
sweet spot where her neck and shoulder met and sucked hard, making
her groan.
Outside, the snow swirled around. Inside the car, the
windows grew foggy as the two amorous teenagers clasped in each
other's arms.
Dillon knocked gently on the hospital room
door and pushed in open. "Emily?" he called, peeking inside.
Georgie was right behind him. They were greeted by an empty space.
Dillon and Georgie looked at each other.
"She didn't check
out, did she?" Georgie asked.
Dillon shook his head. "No. No.
Maybe she just went for more tests or for a walk."
"Good
point," Georgie conceded. "What should we do?"
"Well,"
Dillon began. "Let's go down and visit Elizabeth."
"Okay."
Georgie nodded. He took her hand and led her to the elevator.
They
were about to turn into the corridor where Elizabeth's room was
when they heard "Woohoo!" coming from down the hall.
"What
the-" Dillon looked curiously at Georgie, who shrugged her
shoulders. They turned the corner to see Emily standing in the
doorway, leaning on a cane. Zander was next to her, his arm around
her waist for support. As Georgie and Dillon walked closer, they
could hear Liz protesting.
"You guys, it was one kiss!"
Dillon
looked at Georgie and wiggled his eyebrows. He and Emily had bonded
quite a bit when he'd been in the hospital and she had filled him
in on the saga of Lucky and Elizabeth. They came up behind Em and
Zander.
"One...kiss?" Dillon repeated slyly. Georgie imitated
his "oh my my" look. Emily and Zander turned around when they
heard the voices behind them.
"Um, speaking of woohoo!" cut in
Liz, glad to be able to switch the focus. Her vision was still poor,
but she recognized Dillon's voice and could make out the shape of
him and Georgie.
It was Georgie's turn to blush. Her lips still
felt tender and swollen from the lengthy make out session in Dillon's
car. She just hoped it wasn't noticeable.
"So, uh, what's
going on?" Dillon teased.
Zander turned to him, shaking his
hand. "Em and I, uh-"
"Walked in on Lucky and Elizabeth
kissing!" Emily sounded almost gleeful. She loved Lucky and she
loved Elizabeth and she loved the two of them together.
"Hey,
will you guys excuse me for a minute?" Lucky slid off the bed where
he was sitting next to Elizabeth and rushed out the door, leaving the
others to stare after him.
In minutes, he was back. He came up
behind Emily, who was now sitting in a chair by Elizabeth's bed and
leaned over her. "For the lady-" he revealed the treasure he hid
behind his back, putting it in front of her mouth. "Something to
occupy your mouth and keep you quiet," he teased, good
naturedly.
"A grape popsicle!" Emily grabbed it, stretching up
to kiss Lucky's cheek with a resounding smack. He returned the
kiss, exaggeratingly smacking his lips against her cheek. The six of
them laughed as Lucky dropped another kiss, this time a softer one,
on the top of Em's head and reclaimed his spot on the bed next to
Elizabeth. Emily sucked happily on her popsicle.
"So, uh,"
Georgie stammered from where she stood, Dillon's hands resting
lightly on her shoulders. "So, are you two back together?"
Lucky
and Elizabeth did a double take. "Well, um..." Lucky stuttered.
"We um, ah, well..."
"One day at a time," concluded
Elizabeth.
"Right," Lucky repeated. "One day at a time."
They squeezed hands happily. Lucky groped for a different topic, his
eyes falling on the teenage couple.
"So, Dillon," he began,
getting their attention. "I never heard. How did you survive the
wrath of Mac?" The comment elicited laughs from Liz, Em and Zander,
and a blush from Georgie. Dillon blew air through his teeth.
"It
did not start out pretty," he admitted. "I thought the
commissioner was going to shine a flashlight in my eyes." The
others laughed.
"Oh come on," Georgie protested. "You were
great."
They locked eyes. "Thank you," he whispered.
"So,
what happened?" Zander asked, before Emily and Elizabeth could
start teasing the kids mercilessly.
"Well, after threatening my
life if I ever consumed a drop of alcohol and then got behind the
wheel with Georgie in the car, and reminding me of my past
delinquencies-"
"Delinquencies?" Elizabeth asked.
"Stealing
a motorcycle and taking Georgie to a motel-" Dillon
clarified.
"Nothing happened!" specified Georgie, off of
Lucky's look. His eyebrows reappeared from his hairline.
"Wait
a minute," broke in Em, turning to Dillon. "That was the night
that Grandfather-"
"-left me to rot in jail, yes." Dillon
finished.
"Ahhh."
"So," Elizabeth said eagerly. "What
was the upshot?"
"Yeah," added Zander. "Are you two
sneaking around under duress or what?"
Dillon and Georgie looked
at each other, their eyes dancing.
"Mac approved," Georgie
informed them
"Begrudgingly," added Dillon.
"But
approved." Dillon smiled.
"I pointed out to Mac," he
continued to the others, "that if he let me and Georgie date then
we wouldn't have to sneak around and he could interrogate me to his
heart's content whenever I came to pick up Georgie."
"So,
you two..." Emily began.
"Are officially a parentally-approved
Couple," Dillon finished. "We had our first official
fully-legitimate date last night."
"Congratulations." Zander
told them.
"Thanks."
"So," Liz asked. "How did it
go?"
"And," Lucky said, trying to suppress his amusement,
"how was the interrogation, Dillon?"
"Well, fortunately it
didn't," Dillon said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Mac was out
on a case. Maxie tried to fill in-" Zander, Emily, Lucky and
Elizabeth laughed at this - "but she wasn't nearly as
scary."
"And the date was amazing," Georgie added,
smiling.
"Hmmm?" Elizabeth wanted to know more.
Georgie
blushed. "Dillon took me to Woodlawn Tavern."
"Woodlawn
Tavern?" Zander was impressed. Liz simply raised her eyebrows in
admiration.
"Grandmother and Grandfather took me there for my
sixteenth birthday," Emily said. "It's incredible."
"Class
act, Mr. Quartermaine," approved Lucky.
"Thanks." Dillon
nodded.
"So, are the waiters there really as snobby as they
say?" asked Elizabeth.
"When the maitre d' saw us, he looked
at us as though we were going to either start a food fight or bring
in parasites," Dillon laughed.
"Until-" Georgie began.
Emily
recognized Dillon's smirk. "Until you whipped out the
Quartermaine name."
He snickered. "Yup. Plus an added
bonus."
"Eh?" Zander raised his eyebrows in question.
Dillon
mimicked his casual tone from the previous night. "I'll have a
sparkling mineral water please, and-" he paused for effect - "the
same for Miss Scorpio."
Lucky and Emily laughed loudly.
"Scorpio instead of Jones, very nice touch," he laughed.
"The
man must have had a coronary when he realized you were the
commissioner's daughter," Emily giggled.
"Oh, I thought he
was going to tap dance," Dillon laughed.
"Wait a sec."
Zander was confused. He turned to Georgie. "I never thought of this
before. How come your name is Jones when your father's name is
Scorpio?"
"Mac isn't her biological father," Lucky
explained.
"He's my stepfather, or technically, my
ex-stepfather," Georgie clarified. "But Frisco, my real father,
is in the WSB so he's always away. I've actually only met him
once, when I was really little, so Mac is my dad." She
shrugged.
"Man," spoke up Zander. "Does anyone just have two
normal, boring parents anymore?"
They all looked around at each
other.
"I've never met my father and my mother is a
self-absorbed socialite with two illegitmate sons by different men
who essentially dropped me off on the Quartermaine's front steps,"
Dillon said.
"I haven't seen my parents since I was sixteen,"
Elizabeth added. "Grams is my parent now. Has been for years."
"My
dad recently showed up in Port Charles after five years of letting me
believe that I'd killed my brother," Zander remarked. "No clue
where my mom is, or even if she's alive."
"My biological
father is a secret agent," Georgie put in. "And my mother, the
Aztec princess private investigator, has a propensity to run off in
search of adventure, including-"
"Including with my father,
who is, well, Luke," Lucky finished. They all laughed at that. The
one word said everything it needed to. "And my mother is, well..."
he trailed off. An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.
"I'd
have grown up an orphan if it weren't for the Quartermaines,"
Emily spoke up quietly.
They all stood in silence. Finally Dillon
spoke up.
"Wow, is Jerry Springer going to pop out from under
the bed now?"
Everyone laughed. Then Em spoke up.
"You
know, I know none of us have exactly had a Norman Rockwell life,"
she said, "but I think we've all been really lucky-"
"I
know I am," Lucky quipped. They groaned.
"We'll see,"
teased Elizabeth. He nudged her.
"-to have found people who make
up our families," Emily finished.
"Mmmmm..." Dillon agreed,
hugging Georgie from behind.
"All for one and one for all?"
Elizabeth teased Emily.
"You betcha!" Em grinned. Zander
wrapped an arm around her and she reached out her hand toward the
bed, Elizabeth and Lucky both taking it. Emily turned to Dillon,
beckoning him and Georgie closer. She reached up with her other hand
to take her cousin's. "The Quartermaines are insane," she
conceded, "but there's a lot of love there. And although they may
not be great at showing it, they're glad to have you. I know I
am."
Dillon didn't typically initiate contact or affection
with family members, but he leaned down to hug Emily tightly. "I'm
glad to have you too, Em," he whispered. Liz and Zander watched,
touched. Lucky reached out to Georgie, who was standing by the bed,
and ticked her sides, pulling her into a sideways hug. Georgie leaned
against her surrogate big brother, her hand still clasped in her
boyfriend's, who was hugging his cousin.
"Group hug!"
shouted Elizabeth, cracking up. They all laughed and piled around the
bed in a ridiculous entanglement, giggling themselves
breathless.
They pulled apart, still laughing. Zander turned back
to Dillon and Georgie.
"So it was a good night?" He asked, his
tone casual. Everyone chuckled.
"An excellent night," Georgie
agreed, smiling up at Dillon. She stretched to kiss his
cheek.
"Ooohhhh..." teased Em, Lucky and Elizabeth. Zander
chuckled.
"Aw shucks," Dillon demurred, wrapping an arm around
Georgie's waist. Everyone smiled, as the room slowly grew silent.
"So I hate to kill the mood, but is everything okay with the
plea bargain?" Lucky wanted to know.
Dillon nodded to him.
"Yeah, it's all fine."
"I just can't believe you have to
serve probation because of that, that-"
"Evil, sadistic rapist
bitch," Georgie cut in venomously. Everyone's eyes shot open at
her comment.
"Rapist?" Elizabeth gasped.
Emily turned to
her cousin, looking him dead on. "What did Faith do to you?" she
demanded.
