Chapter 12 (PG-13 with a dash of NC-17)
Liz screamed like a drag queen when Emily showed her the ring. So loud, in fact, that Jason came running from Cameron's room to see who was dying.
Elizabeth shooed him away saying, "Go play with your son, there's girl talk to be done."
"Did you know that rhymed?" Emily smirked.
"Funny, Emily. So, when's the baby due?" Liz asked, sarcastically as Jason left.
Emily replied, "Oh you're hilarious." And flips her off with the ring finger, showing off her sparkling diamond.
"Seriously, I want to when, where, and what state of undress you were in when he popped the question?"
"Two nights ago, Le Cirque and completely dressed. But when we got back to the hotel, it was a whole 'nother story. Remember that 'half, half, hole' thing?"
"Yes," Liz said.
Emily just giggled.
"You dirty tart, you got some."
"I got some, and that some got some, and then that some got some. And I guess we were loud, cause the management called and asked us politely if we could please turn down our TV, wink wink, nudge nudge," Emily sighed, "It was magical."
"So, we have to start planning, like, right now. When do you want to get married, where, flowers, dresses? We need to start looking at dresses right now, because I am not wearing taffeta even if my life depended on it. And if you turn into Bridezilla I swear I'll object at your wedding on the grounds that you turned into a spoiled brat."
"Oh, Liz, what would I do with out you?"
"Probably be marrying that dork Zander."
Emily looked horrified. "Eeeewwwww, hell to the no!"
Liz raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to deny you dated him?"
"Just for a minute, before Nikolas and I got together. I was a little lonely and vulnerable."
"Whatever, he was still a dork."
"That's fine, cause I'm not marrying him, I'm marrying Nikolas Cassadine." She started singing, "I'll be a princess, a- a- a- a- p- r- i- n- c- e- s- s-, princess."
Liz just laughed. "Have you asked what you'll be princess of?"
"He's Greek, they're all princes, so it doesn't matter! Yay!"
The women discussed bridal plans until the wee hours, then came time to set those plans in motion.
Emily and Liz excruciated for hours over dresses. Eventually settling on a hand-made, floor length, white, strapless gown. With a beautifully jeweled bodice that ended in a full skirt. She chose a jeweled crown with a long veil that trailed to the floor. Diamond jewelry accompanied the look, ½ carat studs in her ears, in all 12 holes. A thin silver chain that help a 5 carat teardrop diamond and then her 25 carat Emerald-cut pink diamond ring. So, the understated look. Liz tried to talk her down from all the carats, but Emily stomped her foot and had her one and only tantrum of the planning process. So, Liz relented and gave her Bridezilla moment.
Liz, the maid of honor, looked equally stunning in a strapless, hunter green, floor length, straight line, spun silk gown. For jewelry, she only wore a strand of pearls around her neck.
Cameron got to be the ring bearer, Jason was a groom's man and Nikolas' uncle Stefan was his best man.
There'd been a rift in the family that had been mended by the pending nuptials. Stefan and Nikolas both decided they wanted their family more than they wanted to hold on to a grudge.
Emily and Nikolas decided to be married at the Queen of Angel's Church there in Port Charles by Father Coats.
When the day finally arrived, the flowers were exquisite, the string ensemble played harmoniously, and everything went off with out a hitch. Liz cried into her white rose bouquet and Jason looked stoic, but handsome in his tux.
Vows said and the new couple introduced as man and wife, the wedding party adjourned to the Quartermaine mansion.
There were many toasts to the happy couple, the meal served and more toasts made. Liz noticed Jason, seated next to her at the head table, pulling at his collar, looking supremely uncomfortable.
"Are you okay, Jason?"
He smiled in a grim fashion.
"I don't like big parties. I'm not comfortable in large crowds."
She sympathized with her man.
"We could take a break."
Jason stood up and took her by the hand. Liz made their excuses to Emily and Nikolas, saying they'd be back in a few. Emily knew about her brother's issues and had no problem with them taking a break from the hubbub.
They made their way up the winding stairs and into a room. One Jason recognized immediately.
"Can we go to another room? This is my old room, I…" he fidgeted, wanting to leave.
"This is the room you were living in when you were crushing on me when I was sixteen?" Liz queried playfully.
Jason's eyes lit up.
"I… I don't remember. Maybe you should remind me."
Liz trailed her fingers up his suit jacket.
"Let me think… I always wore that denim skirt with the cotton trim…"
"With that pink tank top," he put in.
"You remember!"
"I remember more and more every day." "I bet you do…" she said, hand moving from his chest down his body. She rested it on his groin, lightly cupping him.
"What are you planning, Elizabeth?"
"Just to relax you. Help you get through this family function."
She massaged him through the fabric of the trousers, feeling him harden under her hand. The other hand went to his face, pulling him in for a kiss. He put his arms around her and then she unzipped the trousers and slid her hand inside.
"Elizabeth…" he whispered.
"Shh," she said, continuing her ministrations. She worked him into a frenzy. He was groaning and calling her name. She finally released him and then turned and presented her back.
"Unzip me."
Slowly, he ran his hands from the small of her back to the nape of her neck. His fingers caught the zipper and pulled it down. She turned to face him, sliding the gown delicately down her body, stepping out of it gingerly and placing it carefully across a chair. She stood there in her black, lace, body shaping bustier and panties, the image completed by sheer black panty hose and garter belt.
Jason held his breath a moment, fantasy fueled by her form.
"Your jacket, Jason. Take it off," she commanded quietly.
He complied, never taking his eyes off of her.
She very deliberately removed his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt, sliding it down his shoulders, fingers trailing down his arms. She placed it with her dress.
"Now, Jason."
He then seized her in his arms, tipping her head back for a crushing kiss. His hands traveled to the thin, flimsy fabric of her panties, tearing them from her body. She gasped and then pushed him back, unbuckling his belt, unfastening his pants and lowering them in a motion almost too quick for Jason to see.
Just as quickly he was on his back on the bed, Liz astride. She took him deep inside, grinding and thrusting as she played with his nipples. His hands fastened on her hips, moving with her, guiding her.
She threw her head back as she rode him, then pulled him up to her. He kissed and suckled at her breasts, mouthing the underside, making her moan his name. She ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him. One hand moved between them, circling her throbbing clit, making her arch and gasp.
She felt the tightness in her center. The quivering starting quietly, then rushed through her. She called his name as her orgasm flowed through her. As she constricted around him, he found his own release. His arms tightened around her, and he moaned into her hair as she leaned against his chest, sated.
They stayed together for a long moment, then Liz slowly disengaged. He helped her stand, caressing her hips.
She picked up the tattered piece of lace that had once been her panties and showed it to Jason.
"You are very lucky I'm wearing a long dress," she said, stuffing them in his suit coat pocket. He just smiled, satisfied.
They cleaned up and dressed, making their way back to the party.
Jason was now much more relaxed through the event and even joined Emily on the floor for one dance. He then turned to see his irate girlfriend and decided on two dances for the night. Warm from the champagne and the general temperature of the room, he removed his jacket and hung it on the back of his chair. He then took his lovely companion in his arms and did his best not to trip on his feet.
Young Dillon Quartermaine was lingering around the head table, watching the adults. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw something, ever so slightly, poking out of Jason's jacket pocket. He couldn't resist, he had to investigate. Pulling the fabric from his cousin's jacket, he inspected it. It was little and… And then Emily caught him.
"Dillon, what have you got?"
"Nothing," he said quickly, trying the old 'hide it behind the back' routine.
"Give it to me," Emily ordered.
"'Kay," the boy said.
Emily looked at it for a minute, then realized what it was and quickly stuffed it back in Jason's pocket.
"Don't go through other people's things, Dillon," she said, sending him back to the children's table.
She caught up with her brother coming off the dance floor with Liz.
"Dillon found something in your pocket, Jason," Emily smiled.
"What?" he said, stunned.
"Oh, nothing. Just a piece of black lace. And, oh my gosh, it looks just like the lingerie set Liz picked out for this dress…"
"Um," Liz said, intelligently.
"You guys are so busted," Emily giggled and went to join her husband back at the table.