Sexy, Can I?

Part Six

Last week in October

The next two days Jason spends out of town, tracking down Diego Alcazar. It took Spinelli a little work but he found out that Diego had been accessing his father's bank accounts every since Lorenzo died. It doesn't shock Jason to hear Diego is alive...so many crazy things happen in Port Charles that he feels he's shocked proof by now.

He tells Claudia he's pinned down who ordered the hit on Lulu, and he'll handle it. She argues with him so much about going with him that he half expects to turn a corner in South America and run into Claudia at any moment. His fantasizes continue about her and only grow more intense.

He interrogates Diego and finds out that he had many grudges from his time in Port Charles...and most of them center on Jason and Sam...who tried to kill him...and Carly...who didn't treat his father right in his mind...and all the teenage girls who pissed him off one way or another. Lulu was only first on his list, Georgie would follow and Maxie, too. Diego would stop only when most of the women Jason's knows were dead, according to what he screamed and cursed at him when Jason held him hostage.

Jason put him down- for the sake of keeping his family safe, the only reason he has ever killed anyone.

The long plane ride back home leaves plenty of time to fantasize about Claudia. He doesn't even try to stop it anymore. What's the use? The fantasies come back, time and time again.

Not that he is gonna do a damn thing about them. Probably.

She's my enemy, Jason repeats that one hundred times a day. Its not sinking in.

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His willpower is severely tested that night when Jason walks into The Recovery Room and spots Claudia. This is his bar to go to in order to avoid anyone he knows, where he comes to think and be left alone.

Not tonight. She's here. His blood starts pumping fast in his veins. He regards her like a predator looks at prey, while thinking, I want to eat you up.

Jason doesn't turn around and leave before Claudia gets a chance to notice him. His dick leads him right over to the barstool next to her.

She's wearing a short, tight black dress. Not the red one he loses her mind over, but this one makes her look just as fuckable. He can't get enough of her legs...when she's in jeans he can almost think of her as a business rival...but in a skirt, forget about it, his brain shuts off and all he can think about is what it would feel like to reach under that skirt and spread her thighs wide open for him.

Sitting down, Jason orders a beer without saying anything to Claudia. When he finally looks at her she's sipping her bourbon and smiling at him. She gives him a little wave, leans over and whispers "Miss me?"

They share a long look. Jason fights off a smile.

"Its done."

"So Johnny is safe again?"

He nods.

Now they are partners in something, like she always wanted. Murder. Since Jason had no choice but to trust her about the incident at the barn, he figures he can trust her about this too. Its all tied together and they will both be arrested if one of them is.

"You know I'm still pissed at you, Morgan, for telling me to sit home while you went out and handled it."

"Add it to the list." All the things she's holding against him so far. The list's getting longer and longer. There wasn't anything he could do about it. His business was his business and not hers.

"Believe me, I have. But I'm not gonna start in on business tonight. I'm worn out. I've had a long day of dress shopping in a city that has exactly two decent boutiques and thirty women fighting over every black and white gown in them. I'd have something shipped from Milan but there's no time. Tell me, Morgan, what kind of ass backward person sends out invitations to a party a week before?"

"Watch it. That's my sister's ass backward boyfriend you're talking about."

Claudia chuckles. "You'll be at the shindig then? You don't seem the get dressed up type. I mean...they make t-shirts in other colors, you know? They even make other types of shirts for men now, if you didn't know. I could get you a catalog."

"Don't waste your energy."

She lifts her drink to him. "At least you look good in it."

Just that much flirting and Jason's about to lose his mind. Every second makes him want her more. He tries to picture things that will starve off a hard on...baseball...war...politics...chick flicks. Yeah, that always works. Nothing is less sexy than one of those. They are pure torture and Jason has had to sit through too many to count over the years. He looks away from Claudia and starts listing them in his head, but then her hands closes over his thigh and there's no way his dick can ignore that.

Looking at her again, Jason finds that Claudia is leaning very close to him. She says "Who's your date?"

All he can see are gorgeous brown eyes, plump moist lips, and her little pink tongue licking them. She's a complete stunner. The full fucking package. Looks, guts and a gun.

(If I wasn't married to the streets

it would be you.


Your lips

what make you so cute.


Love when you poke your mouth when your mad too...

Best believe she got that good thang,
She my little hood thing.

Ask around they know us

they know that's my

Bust It Baby.

Everyone know that my

Bust It baby.

And everyone know...

love to see her in heels,

with the slit in her dress .


She like to do her own hair,

get her own checks.


My, Bust It Baby,

I keep her on deck ) (Plies)

There's very little chance, Jason realizes, he can resist her day after day. Six days in and he is exhausted from trying. Didn't he used to be good at this? In seventeen months of no sex, he was only tempted at the strangest times...in boiler rooms or bridal suites...but those times were not like this. He knew he would do nothing about his desires then. He couldn't for sure say that now.

He answers Claudia, while trying to keep his eyes on hers and not her mouth. "A friend. Yours?"

"A horny doctor who wants to screw me."

I will find him and kill him, Jason thinks.

He won't kill this doctor. But he wants to. Somehow he thinks of Claudia as his now...maybe its time to see if she'd like to be or if her flirting is just a game. He hasn't had even a sip of his beer, he's sober but not in his right mind cause he can't be around this chick, when he closes the gap between them and brings his lips to Claudia Zacchara's for the first time.

The kiss is short but sensual. She pulls away, looking hazy eyed. He'd love to see that look every damn morning.

He briefly wonders when he became a guy into public freaking displays of affections. Fuck it. He wanted to kiss her and he did. Damn what people think.

He picks up the convo, as if they hadn't kissed, and to her statement about her date being A horny doctor who wants to screw me, Jason asks Claudia "You gonna let him?"

"Maybe. What do you think about that?"

"Its your business."

"Maybe you should have asked me to the Ball, Morgan...right after you agreed to let me use your docks."

He looks away, still feeling her on his lips and not any closer to being sure what she wants. Other than using the Corinthos- Morgan docks. He's got that. Jason would like to take her home and work out all this sexual tension she raises in him but he has a feeling the first word out of Claudia's mouth right afterwards would be docks.

Jason downs his beer and stands up. He gives her a long look, knowing she's gonna be stuck in his mind all night, and then says "See you there."

Claudia reaches out and touches his arm. "Count on it."

He walks out of The Recovery Room but stops in the doorway to look back at Claudia. She's looking at her glass of bourbon. Jason has no idea what to make of this chick. Maybe she comes onto him just cause it will further her mafia dreams of domination...maybe that don't matter. Maybe he'll sleep with her and then go back to all business.

But he knows he wants her in his bed. And he's hoping she's gonna give it up.

Note-

Recording artist "Plies" gives a description of a Bust It Baby in his song "Shawty" featuring T-Pain. Basically, this term means a ride or die chick who is also the hottest chick around.