Chapter Sixteen

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.