Jason Morgan and Alexis Davis, canon

September 2010

Instant Addiction

Part 13

Mature

The air crackled with delicious, hungry, mouth watering tension as Alexis and Jason stepped onto the elevator, at Harborview Towers on that Friday night, almost one week after they slept together for the first time.

The elevator doors slid closed.

She snuck a peek at him from the corner of her eye, as they stood there in complete silence. Tonight wouldn't be about going fast and getting crazy, she believed. This date was about figuring out what they wanted or if they could give it to each other: emotionally speaking, that is. They could give each other orgasm after orgasm for days on end, that was the simple part.

It took one honest conversation to figure out the hard part. If they wanted to risk getting hurt should this not work out. He was willing to, he said, and that was enough for her to want to risk it too.

Tonight they would start the dating part of this relationship. That meant hours and hours of verbal foreplay before she could feel his hands on her ass again.

She wondered what he might think about a quickee, then the verbal foreplay, then the pool table.

If she was good at anything- other than gate keeping- it was making plans and schedules to keep her life in order. She opened her mouth to say: Thank you for dressing up for me...but you look a little warm....

Before she could say anything, though, his hand shot out and pressed the stop button for the elevator.

She swallowed down a gulp and then moved away from Jason, leaning against the left wall, as he turned and their eyes met.

Pure, unadulterated lust sparked in his steely blue gaze, making her choke back a whimper at the sight of him wanting her that intensely. Her tongue licked at her lips, wetting them. He moved like a lion toward her....on the hunt....about to possess his prey....about to own her life with his mouth.

One hand went to flatten next to her head the wall, while his mouth dipped down and licked at her pulse point on her throat. Alexis whispered "Cameras."

"Its handled."

His body brushed against hers, setting up a chain reaction that caused her nipples to tingle shooting sensations throughout the rest of her that she felt race down her spine and across her rib cage at the same time before rushing through her center right down her legs and curling her toes. She arched against him as he kept nipping and sucking on her neck.

Alexis all but moaned the words "You planned this."

"Just for three days."

"At least..."she whispered as her hands moved to his belt "it wasn't..."

Jason replaced her shaky hands with his and yanked off his belt, then undid his pants, pulled down the zipper over his throbbing erection, as she watched him reveal himself to her. A full body shiver wracked over her.

Dry mouthed, she finished her sentence "Four days."

All the days they had been apart.

Jason took her hand and brought it to his hardness. He groaned in pleasure as she started to stroke him. "The last day.....was the...pool table."

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This was a sight he would never ever forget: Alexis on her knees with him sucked into her hot, wet, perfect, tight fitting mouth, nodding her head, giving him permission to release down her throat.

Seeing that, while feeling her tongue working over him, and her hand squeezing his balls, sent him past the point of control. He was completely out of his mind over this woman. And he loved it. Loved every second of it. He didn't give a good damn if that made him weak or needy or pathetic. Whatever. He'd be all that over her. Sure. Sounded good.

At this point he just wanted her in his life.

She made him weak....and for the first time in his whole damn life he was not scared of the weakness that came from needing a woman more than he needed control.

Jason gripped Alexis' head as he exploded, letting out a deep moan, while she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. Throbbing and jerking into her mouth he felt this flood of possessiveness over her. She was so good to him. He told himself he would be good to her too. Not just when they were like this...not just having sex....he would be good to her in every way she needed.

Till she needed him so much Alexis Davis wouldn't ramble about how they didn't work....she'd ramble about how they needed to keep going with this. And then he'd strip her out of her clothes and say: I agree.

He'd given up what he wanted enough for twenty lifetimes. He'd be damned if he gave Alexis up too.

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Ric walked into his home, still ticked off that Alexis was now screwing around with Jason. He heard a noise coming from his kitchen and smelled, what he would have sworn, was pot roast in the air.

"Nadine?"

She came walking into the room, hurrying and wearing the expression of a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She wore a pink apron with ducks all over it. "I broke in. Don't call the cops. You weren't answering your cell and it was the act of a desperate cook."

He smiled slightly, despite his bad mood, at the sight of how adorable she really was, with her guilty eyes and country clothes. "Sorry. You were stuck waiting on the doorstep?"

Nadine said "And I would have waited and waited, Girl Scout's honor, but if I didn't start the roast we wouldn't eat till midnight. So I took matter's into my own hands. Can you forgive me? Aunt Raylene raised me better than being a cat burglar, I promise."

He walked closer to her and asked "Why don't you have a key by now?"

"Must be that you never gave me one."

"We should fix that."

"You think so?"

"How did you get in anyway? Break a window?"

"Picked the lock."

His eyes widened. "You do always surprise me."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "In a good way? Or a run for the hills and hide way?"

"A very good way," Ric promised as he slowly nipped at her bottom lip, eliciting a happy sigh from her, Nadine's way of telling him she wanted more than just playing around....she wanted a deeper kiss...she wanted him.

That amazed him. Every time she stood in the same room with him, and didn't slap him across his face, Ric thanked God for this woman. For the soft, sweet, gentle goodness she brought into his cold, black world.

Though it wasn't all a bed of roses. They had their wild moments- locked in break room at General Hospital screaming at the top of their lungs about how they both didn't want anything more than the one drunken night they shared...locked in there by Leyla because she could take no more of Nadine's blabbering about Ric. Nadine yelling with tears in her eyes as she begged him to, even if he wasn't with her- cause of course she didn't want him with her, she said- to please take care of himself better from now on. Love himself more. Be good to himself. Be happy.

He didn't even really remember happy till she became the woman in his life. It was this distant foggy feeling that he used to find with Elizabeth. Then Nadine was with Ric and he was touching that kind of perfection again.

How he could ever get by without her again he did not know. Give her a key? Hell he should have bought a ring by now. He knew he wanted her as his wife, what was he waiting on? Perfection shouldn't have to wait for no man.