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Yes, this is an update. I know its been a while. Just haven't I guess felt motivated to write since JaSam is no longer on GH anymore. But here is a short sweet chapter for you guys. Belated Christmas Present if you would! :)

I will be trying to upload once a week again, either Mondays and Tuesdays.

Okay enough chit-chat, here is the chapter! Enjoy!

The Flame of Franco

The Island Part-2

Jason was relieved for once as he looked out onto the clear blue ocean before him. He was finally away from all the drama happening in Port Charles, even if it was only for a couple days. He was grateful that he was able to get away and clear his head. A smile appeared on his face as his eyes shifted to the sleeping figure of Sam beside him. They were on one of the many beaches that surrounded the Island. He was happy that he had been able to take Sam with him.

He wished he had been able to take her too Hawaii instead but the Island was good as anything. He could see that Sam was happy here. Franco was out of her mind for once as she ran through the white sandy beaches. She wasn't allowed to go into the water however, due to her still healing burns. However, the sight of the ocean was just enough for her. The bright sun and the warm weather was extremely helpful.

Leaning back on his elbows on the beach towel, he let his eyes wonder over Sam, who was laying fast asleep beside him. She had carefully covered her body, so that one would have to look closely to see the marks along her small frame. She was wearing a sheer white cotton dress over a blue one piece. It was not her normal choice of attire on a beach. However, she didn't want her body on display. Especially with both Jason and Michael around. This was suppose to be a vacation. She didn't want Jason to be constantly reminded of what Franco had done to her every time he looked at her body. The better covered up she was, the better.

Leaning down, Jason kissed the side of her neck softly. They had not made love yet but they had gone further here on the Island then they had back home. The Island had changed both of their attitudes. They were both more relaxed and happy here.

Sam's body stirred at his touch, as he continued to kiss the side of her neck, traveling up to her jaw line. Her eyes fluttered open in panic for a second but quickly relaxed as she took in the sight of him. A smile immediately spreading across her face. "Hi," he murmured down at her, as he leaned over her, his forehead resting against hers.

"Hi," she whispered back. How she missed this. Here Jason wasn't afraid to hug her or kiss her openly. He wasn't afraid to touch her in fear how she would react to it. Here all their trouble were gone. As their lips met in a soft kiss, Sam reached up and caressed the side of his face. How she missed this. Their love. As they continued to kiss, for a moment longer, slowly easing into it. Their blissful moment was interrupted as one of the guard approached them. The guard was a short man with a deep tan. He cough loudly, clearly his throat.

"What is it?" asked Jason an edge in his voice as he turned to look at the guard. His blue eyes were cold.

"It is the young Corinthos Sir," spoke the guard, "He has gone off on one of the Jet Skis."

Jason let out a deep sigh at this. Something never changed it seemed no matter how good things were going, he thought to himself. He looked over at the guard for a second longer before kissing the side of Sam's cheek. "I will back shortly," he explained to her as he rose to his feet. He was sad to be leaving her. But he knew he had a job to do still. The whole point of coming to the Island in the first place was to watch over Michael and make sure he was safe away from the trial. He knew that Dante had it out for Michael. However, Michael was being harder to handle then usual. The young man had wanted to go home this arriving. He didn't understand that he had to remain away. That it was for the better. This wasn't the first time since arriving that Michael had tried to escape the guards that Jason had placed on him.

Sam just simply nodded her head in reply as she lay back down on the towel, throwing her arm over her eyes. She was a little disappointed but she knew that Michael came first. She was just tagging along.

Jason arrived back at the house an hour or so later with a very unhappy Michael in tow. "What were you thinking Michael?" spoke Jason disappointingly at his nephew. He had taken him and the guard an hour to find Michael. He had been arriving at the mainland just as they had pulled up with the speed boat. He had been trying to get to the airport, so he could head home and confess to killing Claudia. He hated that his dad was taking the blame for something he had done. He was tired of being treated like a child.

Michael just glared at his uncle, not saying a word. He felt like he could turn to no one. Everyone it seemed was making decisions on his behave like they had when he was a kid. "This is all for your own good, Michael," spoke Jason, his voice calmer now as he looked on at his nephew.

"Yeah right," spat Michael at Jason before storming off into his bedroom. A sad look appeared on Jason's face as he watched the young man walk away from him. He could understand were he was coming from. Michael reminded him so much of himself when he had first started to work for Sonny, it was scary. He just wanted a better life for him. A better life then the one he lead. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair. Closing his eyes, he was lost in his own thoughts as Sam approached him from the bedroom.

"You're back," she stated softly taking a step towards him.

Jason opened his eyes at this and smiled at her sadly. He nodded his head in reply. He didn't feel like talking. Reaching out, he pulled her towards him, holding her close to his chest. Sam closed her eyes as she rested her head against his strong chest. Leaning down, he nuzzled his nose into her wet hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. She had just gotten out of the shower. They stayed like this for a moment before Sam looked up at him. His eyes were dark with desire for her. She knew what he was thinking. She could feel him stir below the waist as he pressed her against his hips. He need a distraction from Michael. She shyly bit her lower lip as a million thoughts raced her mind. She wanted to be with him but every time they got closer and closer to doing it, she would freak out. It only took the littlest touch to set her off back to that dark place.

"I want you," he whispered as he rubbed his nose against hers. And with that, he pressed his mouth against hers, pushing his tongue into her. Sam was taken back by Jason's forwardness. Ever since Valentine's Day he had let her make the moves, going as slowly as she needed too go. She just stood there for a second before deciding to kiss him back. She wanted him too.

"Tell me when to stop," he whispered to her as he shut the door behind him and looked over at her as she sat nervously on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him and nodded her head slowly. She knew the drill. Ever since arriving at the Island they had gone step by step. He would explain what he was going to do to her. So no touch or move was sudden.

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before stripping off the white t-shirt he had been wearing, revealing his God like torso. Kicking off his flip-flops next, he left his printed swim shorts on. Coming over to where she was seated on the bed, he kneeled down in front of her. He caressed her knees softly. His blue locked with her brown ones. He could tell that she was nervous. He was too. "I love you," he whispered as he pushed her knees apart slightly and began to kiss the inside of her thigh.

Sam let out a deep breath as she felt Jason's hands roam up and down her calves. This was fine. She could handle this. It was the later stuff that freaked her out. Touching she could handle. Spreading her legs further apart, his hands roamed further up her thighs to her hips as his mouth traveled towards her sex. Sam held her breath slightly as she felt his lips on her. He kissed her lightly there through the material of her panties. He looked up at her at this. Concern filled his eyes, he was afraid he had gone too far. She smiled back at him. She was okay.

"I'm going to kiss you now," he whispered as he stood up and lay down beside her on the bed. Placing a hand on her hips, he pulled her so that she was on top of him. As his hand caressed her hip, his other hand cupped the side of her face. Pulling her lips to his. She kissed him back willingly. She wanted him too. As the kiss deepened, she could feel his erection growing against her stomach. Not breaking the kiss, she moved slowly so that she was now straddling his hips. Her feet resting on either side of him. Clasping his hands with hers, she pressed her hips into his. A deep moan escaped from the back of his throat at this. They stayed like this for a few moments longer, before breaking apart for air. Staring at each other breathlessly, Sam rested her hands against Jason's chest. Slowly twisting his nipples in between her thumb and index finger. A look of deep pleasure spread across Jason's face at this. He was in awe with her. Her heart was racing as she continued to touch him, watching and feeling as his pleasure grew. She was nervous but it was a good nervous. She was in control. She could handle this, she whispered to herself. There was no Franco. It was just her and Jason, like old times.

Standing up suddenly, Sam began to undress. Stripping off the pale pink cotton sundress that she had put on after her shower. Dropping it to the floor, she removed her panties, kicking them to the side.

"Your beautiful!" murmured Jason taking in her naked figure.

Sam flushed at this, she thought of her self differently. "Don't do that," he whispered to her, "You are!" He hated that Franco had made Sam self- loathing about her body and her looks. He then joined her, standing up and removing his swim trunks. Taking a step towards her, he carefully placed a hand on the small of her back before effortless lifting her up off of her feet. Kissing her passionately on the lips, he carried her back towards the bed, laying her down gently on the mattress.

Breaking away from her lips, he began to kiss the side of her neck. "I'm going to touch your breasts," he whispered in between kisses.

Sam nodded her head in agreement. She had her eyes closed, bracing her self for his touch. Licking his lips, he leaned down and nibbled lightly on her left earlobe as his hands cupped both of her breasts. He was positioned in between her legs. He knew this was a hard position for her to be in.

A harsh breath escaped from her lips as he roughly brushed the pads of his thumbs against her nipples. He stopped suddenly what he was doing and looked over at her. Her eyes were still closed but she was panting slightly. "Continue," she whispered, feeling his gaze on her. Doing as he is told, Jason continued to kiss the side of her neck as he rolled the tips of her nipples in between his fingers. Her nipples harden and lengthen in response to his touch. He continued to touch her breasts for a moment longer before moving further down her stomach. His hands rested on either side of her as his mouth traveled down the centre of her stomach. His eyes never leaving her face. Her breathing was heavy now. He knew that she was scared. His eyes watched her with alert, waiting for her to stop him. They hadn't gotten much further then this. However as his mouth got closer and closer to her sex, nothing happened. She was going to let him do it.

Reaching her pubic hair, he rubbed his nose against it, smelling her sweet scent. He felt her body tense slightly as he blew against her. His blue eyes looked up to her face once again. Her face was turned towards the wall, her eyes were squeezed shut. She was biting down on her lower lip. Her hands were gripping the sheets slightly. He could tell that she was holding back. "I'm going to kiss you," he whispered, as he leaned down and kissed her sex. She let out a gasp, as he pushed the tip of his tongue in her. Her hips lifted off the mattress slightly, making him go deeper within it.

Warmth spread through out her body, as the pleasure built within. She was surprised how easy and good it felt. Allowing Jason to do this. Franco was the last thing on her mind at that moment as Jason's tongue push deeper within her, causing her to cry out with pleasure. She was close to coming. As the pleasure built deepen and began to build. However, Franco somehow managed his way back into her thoughts. His dark eyes filled her mind, his twisted smile laughing down at her. It was all then too much for her. "STOP!" she cried out in protest, tears streaming down her face as she sat up, pushing Jason away.

A hurt look crossed his face, as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His eyes looked on at Sam with concern, who was crying as she hugged herself. Her dark eyes looked over at Jason. "I'm sorry," she whispered to him.

Jason shook his head at her, she didn't have to apologize. He understood. Coming over towards her, he took her into his arms. "Shhhh," he murmured into her hair, letting her cry against his chest.

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Julie