Heat

Jason Morgan and Alexis Davis, canon

Chapter Eight

December 4th, 2009

Friday

They passed the time on the plane by playing trivia games. That was Alexis' idea. Jason's idea was to sit there in silence with a look on his face that said he was picturing her naked.

That did not help to take her mind off of sex so she started to challenge him to different trivia contests. At first he was reluctant to play along but eventually she broke him down. She found out he knew nothing about television. She knew plenty because of the girls and too many nights spent working on legal briefs with the tv playing in the background. Jason did know a lot about geography though. It seemed to be a subject he liked. He didn't care about art. Didn't get it. Didn't care about pop culture. Hadn't heard of half the bands out. He did know about sports though. Of course that was one contest that Alexis was sunk at. She didn't know her field goal from her line drive. She was more of rugby girl but that never took off in America.

She asked him, a couple hours into the flight, "Am I driving you crazy with these games?"

"Its fine."

"You don't seem to be enjoying them as much as I am."

"Its interesting to know what you like."

"You know one thing I like a lot? Coffee every morning. If I don't have it, I can't function right at all. I'll be walking into walls and calling you Milo or Molly or something else bizarre. So I don't know what your plans were for the ride between the airport and beach house but mine are to stop at a grocery store."

"Okay."

"We've never vacationed together before. I couldn't imagine what crazy circumstances would have caused us to. No doubt something to do with your best friend and mine and another vow renewal. But since it never happened that way, tell me how you are on vacation. Do you sleep in? Do you get up and work out anyway? Keep to a schedule or throw away the alarm clock?"

"I just go with the flow. Whatever."

"Laid back."

"Unless I'm working while I'm there."

"Then its not really vacation at all, is it?"

"With my job, no, not really."

"I didn't bring any work this weekend. I assume you have no associates in Aruba to drop in on?"

"No."

"So I picked a perfect locale. A mob free zone."

"I didn't say that, Alexis."

She rolled her eyes. "I should have known better."

"It doesn't matter. We're not leaving the beach house."

She gave him a smile. "So much for seeing the sights. Souvenirs. Shopping. You sure know how to show a woman a good time, Jason."

"Yeah."

Just that one word, murmured in a low throated voice, sent her body on fire again. "How long till we land?"

"Too long."

"We should have went to Jersey," she said.

He chuckled.

She really loved that sound. It was soothing. Like all was right in the world if Jason was happy.

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When she relaxed, she was fantastic. Jason couldn't get enough of seeing this side of her. Usually he saw her at times before when she was highly stressed.

In court. Fighting with Carly. Upset over Sonny. Worried about her kids. Mad at Jason over Sam. Pissed about Jerry. Crying because her sister died. Holding her sick daughter, begging for a miracle from God. In a burning building. Frantic because her daughter was kidnaped. Battling cancer. Giving birth in the middle of a train crash.

There was always something to rage against, something to fear, something to yell about or cry over.

That was just their lives. And Jason and Alexis lives overlapped most at times of crises.

But now there was no pain, no heartbreak, no mob war, no anger between them, no lingering regrets about each other, no misery to overcome so that the next day they could even put one foot in front of the other.

Today was their day to just enjoy each other. And they were.

When Jason was in jail he thought and thought about fucking Alexis, and then he started to think of loosening her up- with motorcycle rides, teaching her about imported beer, playing some air hockey- and later, when he got out of lock up, he finally started to think of all the ways he could romance her. Giving her dates. Flowers. Hell, even a dance.

He was that sprung.

He'd give her one dance. Give her that memory. He had no illusions that they would last for the rest of his life. Nothing ever lasted for him. But the hours and days and whatever else Alexis gave him would be good ones.

Good memories. Like this plane ride. He had wanted to take her on a real date- a dinner out somewhere- but that would have to wait. Every minute he couldn't get her out of her clothes, and get his dick thrust deep into her, was now like living through slow torture. They'd eat a restaurant some day. Not this weekend.

Alexis added "I'm glad I didn't say we should go to Japan. We'd spend the whole trip on the plane."

"We could have gotten a suite closer to home."

She looked at him. "And then I wouldn't have had to tell Sonny anything. What was I thinking? Aruba? It must be because its so damn cold in Port Charles right now. The idea of being somewhere warm melted away my good sense."

"How was that? Telling Sonny?"

"I'm sure you heard from him right after."

"Yeah."

"It was....strange. Who would have thought I'd make that call in my life? Who, ever, anywhere, makes that call? Well, I suppose the guests on the daytime talk shows do. Its old hat for them. Calling up an ex to say that you're now going away with his best friend and need him to help with your cover story so your own daughter doesn't know you are sleeping with her ex....hmm....I think we are even beyond Maury or Springer."

"Who?"

She rolled her eyes. "You know, the talk shows where they have topics like You Stole My Man, Mom."

"I don't watch that crap."

"Sonny was speechless. I just hung up."

Jason nodded.

Alexis added "Its not like he has room to judge."

"We're doing nothing wrong."

"Not to Sonny. Now Sam....I don't know."

"She's married. She moved on. And so did I."

"Its just not the normal move a man makes from daughter to mother. Its really quite unseemly."

"It is what it is. I could pretend I don't want you but I don't pretend, Alexis."

"Right. I know that. Very literal minded."

"Yeah."

"All right well....like you mentioned...it is what it is. No use in dwelling on it, right? Most people don't do what we do...most people don't have all these connections between them like we do....all these people important to you that are important to me too...unless people are dating within their own gene pool and you really shouldn't do that, its not advisable at all....so most people are not like us, Jason, but that's fine. We're beyond normal.....and I'm good with that.....being extraordinary is not for the faint of heart but when you are born Cassadine you have very little choice. Helena eats the weaklings first."

Jason gave her a small grin.

They ended up watching a movie for the rest of the flight. It was Closer with Julia Roberts and Jude Law. And it did nothing to make Alexis stop thinking about licking the length of Jason's cock from the base to the tip.

She let out a relieved sigh when the plane touched down.

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Everything became about little touches for Alexis as they exited the plane, cleared customs, slid into a limo and headed for the grocery story, then the beach house. Every time Jason placed a hand on her back, or her arm, or brushed his fingers against her cheek, as he tucked stray strands of hair behind her ear, she felt like she was burned where that gentle pressure was applied.

The anticipation of being alone inside the house was making her breathless, tense, her mind race with questions about how good it would be- how great, how amazing, how phenomenal- how he would look, feel inside of her, how she couldn't wait to suck in the smell of his male body till it was all she knew of smell anymore- his unique scent. Imagining his bare chest. Her hands smoothing over it. Licking at his abs. That trail of hair.

They kept to their separate sides of the limo and stayed quiet after the store. The only sound was one or the other of them moving against the leather seat whenever they fidgeted or turned, and their breathing.

When they arrived at the property, the driver made conversation, as Jason told him to take the groceries inside and unpack them. As the man went off to do that, Jason got out their luggage.

His eyes met Alexis, as he slammed close the trunk.

He asked "You okay?"

She nodded. Okay? she swore she was being incinerated from the inside out. If she didn't feel his fingers inside of her panties soon she was going to scream in frustration. Her clothes felt heavy on her frame. Like they weighed hundreds of pounds. She just wanted them off and off now.

Jason took the luggage inside while Alexis stood there, in the moonlight, and looked at the beach house. It was beautiful. Luxurious. She could hear the ocean in the distance. Her sweater was roasting her now. She should have dressed for here not Port Charles. Blame it on her sex addled brain. She had only been thinking of naked Jason earlier this afternoon. She was lucky she remembered to even pack more than lingerie in her luggage.

Slowly Jason walked back outside and toward her. His eyes were on her like he was getting ready to make a meal out of her.

Yes, please do, she thought, as her pussy twitched. She squirmed slightly and let out a short breath.

As he reached her, his hands went to her hips, she gave him a small smile. "So....we're really doing this, aren't we, Jason?" she whispered "Come what may next week and all the weeks after in our working and personal relationship.....we are doing this here and now....and we're never going to regret this weekend....at least I will not allow regrets to ruin this for me.....and I hope you never do either."

His mouth captured hers in a hot kiss, as he pressed her against the limo, and then he ground out "No regrets."

His blue eyes that were dark with hunger, staring down at her in that moonlight, were an image that would forever live in her memory.