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Chapter Fifty-Nine

Jason's body had never felt this relaxed. Sure he was moderately relaxed in the car and when they are making love, but this was a whole new thing.

Jason quickly turned underneath her, shifting his body so that she rested on his lap. The quick movement caught her off guard, but from the sparkle in her eyes, he could tell she didn't mind.

She reached for the bottle again, pouring a little more of the massage oil into her hands. She briskly rubbed her hands together, once again warming the liquid. The erotic undertone of her movements on his chest and abdomen left him gasping in surprised pleasure. Her fingers were as skillfully talented as the rest of her.

She knew how to use each and every asset she had been given, and whether she was using those assets to calm the children, or settle down a disgruntled patient or using her sexual prowess to elicit a desired effect from him. She did it with an amazing astuteness, it was almost as if she had been doing it all her life. But he knew, she had never been like this with everyone else. It was a breath of fresh air, knowing he brought it out in her.

When she was finished using her hands, her lips took special care to ease the growing passion that raged within. Yes, she had skills, but he was the lucky one who got to come home to her every night. And even with the weight of potential threats hanging over their heads, he could take joy in knowing she was his.

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Sonny showed Luke into the living room, knowing the man was flustered and looking for a way to explain the stupidity of his son, but in all honesty, Sonny highly doubted that Helena would be going after Jason or Elizabeth, it just didn't seem her style. She spent more of her time going after her own family, Elizabeth had been a part of the extended, distant family, but not enough so to warrant her actions, if it was actually Helena.

"Listen Luke, I know this must be hard for you to deal with, but what in God's name would Helena want with Elizabeth and her children, she isn't with Lucky anymore, so why should she even be a bleep on her radar. I think it is time you look at what is right in front of you, Lucky is a very disturbed young man, it started way back when Helena took him, and then continued with the drugs and everything leading up to this. You have to face the facts, Lucky is off his rocker." Sonny said, not wanting to purposefully hurt his one time friend, but knowing false leads would not help them find the real person behind the threats that Elizabeth had received.

"Spare me your sanctimonious ideas and platitudes. Lucky is not insane, I am positive the has something to do with Helena, and while I don't have a clue what you are yammering on about with Liz and the kids, Lucky nor Helena have a reason to go after them. They are officially out of the Spencer family, I need your help to find Helena, because I know she is the one who did this to Lucky. So you need to help me, Lucky can't go to prison for something he never did." Luke said, his anger rising the longer he spoke.

"And what reasons or facts do you have to back up your accusations, hmm, Luke? Am I just suppose to take what you say at face value, because my going after Helena could cause a war, and perhaps that is what you are looking for, Helena to focus her devious nature on someone else. If you want my help Luke, I want concrete proof that she is behind the threats that Elizabeth has received and then and only then will I help you, because if she is behind Lucky's stupidity, then it would also be logical to assume she is behind the other threats." Sonny said, wanting nothing more than to get the man out of his house.

Luke looked at the man he had called a friend with unconcealed anger, he knew half the city thought he was off his rocker, but the truth remained, there was no way Lucky could have done all of this on his own, he loved Elizabeth. "I don't need concrete proof, and if someone is threatening Elizabeth, it is obvious someone doesn't believe her saintly lies, that girl deserves what she gets, especially after what she did to my son."

Sonny had never been more flabbergasted than he was at this moment. "You believe that Elizabeth deserved to almost lose her child numerous times, a few of which were your sons doing, you think she deserved to be beaten to a bloody pulp and you think she deserves whatever she gets from this newest threat. If you are really that stupid and heartless, we have nothing more to say to one another. This is a woman you thought of as your daughter, you helped her and Lucky get through one of the toughest moments in her life, and yet you stand here judging her. Aren't you the one who raped your children's mother?" Sonny asked unrepentantly.

Luke looked like he was about to have an aneurism, "How dare you…"

"How dare I, get off the high horse Luke, and lay of the bourbon, it has ruined whatever brain cells that you one had. If I for one moment think you are going to be a threat to Elizabeth, I won't be inclined not to do something, touch one itsy bitsy hair on her head, and you will wish you never knew me." Sonny said, his tone and posture, giving the other man the brush off. "If you didn't clue in, that was your cue to get the he!! out of my house."

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Mac sat in his chair, unable to go upstairs and crawl into bed, this would be the third or fourth night he had missed out on sleeping, to be honest, he couldn't remember the last time he laid down and actually got more than twenty minutes of sleep.

The crime scene photographs pertaining to Elizabeth and Skye were spread out in disarray. He was looking for more clues, he didn't want to let Lucky Spencer walk because of a technicality, and while other people in the department could be looking after this, that sad fact that he didn't trust anyone, left the job up to him.

In his frustration he threw a handful of photos on the table, causing others to scatter, one lone picture seesawed to the floor. Not thinking about it, he picked the picture up but before he could place it back in the pile, something caught his eye. Squinting his eyes, he tried to see the form or object that had until now, been hidden. Unable to discern what it was or possibly who it was, Mac quickly rose from the kitchen table, quickly putting all the other photos back in the envelope they had been stored in. He kept the one he had been looking at moments ago on the top, so it would be easy to find.

He grabbed his coat and car keys and raced back to the police station. It was a good thing he was single, because if he was dating or married, he was sure by now, his significant other, wouldn't be all that significant and with that thought, he figured she would have moved him bed to the station, see as he was always there.

Yeah his life was not conductive for a happy relationship, work always had to come first, because the day he didn't put work first, could be the day masses of people died, due to his lackadaisical disregard for the job and its demands. No he didn't have a choice, this was his life, a lonely one though.

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Jason knew they needed sleep, and while he wanted nothing more than to make love to his wife over and over again, there were other things that needed to take precedence, even though he hated to admit it.

So before she could continue driving him mad, he quickly switched positions with her, "Okay, roll over, it's your turn."

"Jason, you don't have to, really." Liz said, all the while, hoping he would.

"Just never mind, roll over." Jason said dismissively, placing a gentle kiss to her nose.

Instead of fighting him, she dutifully rolled over, but not before quickly removing the flimsy under garment she had put on. She was expecting a few moments of gentle pushing and pulling, but when his oiled hands descended upon her tight back, she almost screamed. Who knew Jason would know how to give a massage, which she had been fairly certain he could, he was Jason after all and the man could do anything.

But the way he used his hands and worked the muscles, sometimes being rough, when needed, but also knowing that he didn't have to use all his strength. And it was nice to know that he didn't feel compelled to gently knead the muscles, as if she would break if he used any real force.

Before he got to her legs, she was a puddle of goo. He had been shocked by her abilities, but she was just as astounded by his. Yes, Jason was an enigma, however, she planned on spending the rest of her life, trying to figure him out, it was one of her goals in life, deciphering the man, the father, the husband that was the love of her life.

Using his knees to motion for her to roll over, she did as requested. Jason's eyes clouded over briefly at the sight of her naked body, sure she looked wonderful from behind, but from the front, well, you could see those beautiful dark orbs and the cocky smile and then of course there was the rest of her body, he could and would spend an eternity worshiping it, that was one of his goals.

His hands deftly massaged her neck and shoulders, then slipped lower, his slippery hands massaging her firm breasts. He could have spent more time there, but his hands slipped lower, pulling from her a deep purr of contentment. Her eyes drifted closed on their own accord, she laid there, enjoying everything his hands did to her.

But before either of them could do much more, they yawned in unison. The events and emotions of the day finally catching up. So with great regret he slowly moved off of her. He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips before pulling her up to his side.

They slid beneath the blanket, her head resting on his firm chest, and within moments his steady heartbeat had lulled her to sleep. Still sliding down the steps of sleep, she mumbled thickly, "Love you baby."

Jason also found sleep quickly, but before he closed his beautiful baby blues, he whispered, "Love you to."

It didn't take long before they were both captives of the sandman, thrust into dreams of a future time, some good, some bad, but nonetheless a restful sleep in all.

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