1)I don't own General Hospital or any part of Port Charles, its characters, or history. You'd know if I did, cause everything'd be coming up Jarly!
2) This story will revisit a certain point in GH history, but with a new Jarly spin!
3) This is a Jarly story. All other characters may be written as friend, foe, or fodder. You've been warned!!
~JARLY~~JARLY~~JARLY~
Without pausing to knock, Carly pushed her way into Jason's penthouse. Before she even cleared the door frame, Carly began speaking, "I almost let her talk me into it, Jase. That woman wasthis closeto convincing me to fly to freaking Africa to chase a man that'ssleepingwith another woman! What the fuck is wrong with me? Seriously!" Carly growled out, her rant picking up speed and volume, "Apparently I'm not only glutton for punishment, but I'm also a magnet for assholes who can't keep their dicks in their pants!" She finished with a huff, throwing her purse angrily towards the closest end table. After being met with silence, Carly belated looked around the dark room, "Jase?"
Sprawled out on the stairs, clutching a half empty bottle of tequila in one hand, Jason ran the other over his face before she spotted the tears on his face. Clearing his throat, he drew her gaze, stating, "This isn't really the best time Carly."
"When has that ever stopped me?" She questioned, shrugging as grin played over her face. "If I waited for a good time, Jase, we'd never talk."
The ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips was his only sign of agreement. His eyes followed her progress across the room until she crawled up to sit on the stairs beside him. Without a word, he offered her the bottle, nodding his approval as she drank deep, "We're gonna need more liquor."
Carly cocked a brow, cataloguing his red rimmed eyes, disheveled hair, and the faint scent of spilled booze on his shirt. This wasn't the same Jason she'd parted ways with earlier in the night. Obviously, nothing good had occurred after they'd separated. Jason didn't break out the liquor often and she can't remember the last time she saw him drinking tequila. Whatever it is, he's trying to play it off, when they both know that won't do. She's definitely going to get to the bottom of this, but first, she's gotta get those walls down a little. Rolling the bottle between her hands, she tossed him a saucy smirk, "Shots for shots?" She asks, tipping her head towards the pool table.
That brings a smile to his face. This is why she's his best friend, even if no one else ever understands it. He knows she knows something's wrong, they both realize this game is just a gateway to getting him to talk so she can figure out how to help or who to kill. People think they're relationship is all him saving her and her needing his help all the time. They fail to see how often it's Carly catching him, her being the safe place he can fall apart in. Tonight, he thinks as he grabs a cue, is gonna be one of those nights where they help each other.
"Lag for it?" He tossed the well used phrase her way, smirking as she places shot glasses near each pocket and hunts down a back up bottle of booze before they begin. Even in the candle light, he can see the mischievous glint in her eyes and knows she'll be playing anyway but fair. He shakes his head, already anticipating her antics.
She can feel the breeze from the open windows tussling her already wild and wavy hair. She peels off her jacket, skin slick from the heat and flush from the liquor, peeking up at him through her lashes as she fills the glasses around the table. "I guess this time you have an excuse not to dance" Carly laughs out, capping the bottle and grabbing her cue.
Jason can't help but chuckle, "You mean besides winning?"
"Oh, Jase" Carly breaths against his ear, "We both know the dance was always just foreplay."
He has to admit, he's a little transfixed by the way she's sliding that stick so slow and smooth between her fingers, "After, on the stairs, against the walls, on every surface in that room at Jake's" her voice is husky, seductive, conjuring up the old days with her dangerous ploy. She knows exactly what she's doing when she trails those same fingers along her neck, dragging his gaze to the lip caught coyly between her teeth, before she finishes, "That's where we really played to win Jase. I remember scoring over and over and over" she moaned out with a wink.
Carly was kind of proud of the way he was watching her mouth as her voice perked up, "You ready?" She asked from her place at his side, already lining her shot up.
"Holy shit," Jason muttered beneath his breath, taking one more long swig and getting into position beside her, "Foreplay started the moment you entered Jake's in those short ass skirts, playing every man in the room until you settled on your prey"
The clack of the balls punctuated his words, bouncing off the ledge and jockeying for position as Carly laughed once more, "That floor show was all for you suga" she purred with an exaggerated southern drawl, batting her lashes for the full effect, "You were the hottest guy I'd ever seen and I might not have been worried about knowing your name, but I definitely wanted to know your body." She eyed the balls where they'd landed, "My break."
Her body slid between his and the table, curves ghosting tantalizingly against his steel frame. Jason knew this game, she played it well, and she'd been using it against him for years. Every game was a test of his skill and will power, as Carly worked everything she had to her advantage. At some point, Jason knows, her lips will play against his ear and she'll run her nails along his back. She'll bend low over the table, her top dropping just enough to glimpse the soft mounds of her breasts. Her taunt, perky ass will accidentally press against him, leaving him grasping for control with the hands longing to grip her hips. Yeah, Carly might not be the sharpest shooter with her stick, but she had a whole arsenal of tricks at her disposal and she flaunted them proudly to even the field. Without even trying, Carly was one of the sexiest women he'd ever known. When she put her mind to it, her sex appeal was downright dangerous and he'd never been immune.
Her giggled "Drink!" tore him from his musings long enough to realize she'd knocked a stripe into the corner pocket. Tipping back the shot as she sauntered to the other side of the table, he admired the way her red dress clung to every curve, how her skin glistened in the candle light, and he followed one lone bead of sweat down her neck until it disappeared into the lace he could see peaking out as she took her next shot. "Drink"
Carly paused her play, reaching for a drink, and then using the band on her wrist to pull her hair up. She'd playfully started this game of seduction for fun, just another tried and true part of this little routine they'd perfected over time. Something about tonight felt different, though. Blame it on the heat in the air, the unusual ambience, or the booze in their blood, she tried to tell herself. But she knew. Maybe all those things played a role, but they weren't responsible for added hitch in her breath, the race of her pulse, or the tangible way she could feel his gaze on her skin. No, the way this usually played out, Carly flirted and tempted and teased, while Jason smirked at her, seemingly unfazed. Tonight, his eyes were undressing her, tracing her, tasting her, and without even breathing in her direction, he had every nerve in her body ready and begging for his attention. Her wandering thoughts showed in her missed shot and she sighed, leaning back against the wall to enjoy the play of muscles while he worked.
Cue poised, Jason looked up, locking eyes with Carly as he sunk his shot, "Drink" he told her, smirking at the eye roll she sent back. The two continued this dance, a powerful mixture of passion and play, tipsy off tequila and each other, until only the eight ball was remained.
Sitting the bottle behind the corner pocket, Carly cooed, "Get ready to drink, Fucker!" One long, smooth stroke, and the game was hers. "Boom!!" She cheered in victory, grabbing Jason's hands and tugging him over, "Come in, we're dancing anyway!"
Letting her drag him to an empty spot on the floor, he faked a groan, "There's not even any music playing, Carly."
"So?" She shrugged, "Pretend". With a devious grin, she added, "Unless you want me to sing."
"Please, no" Jason begged, dodging the punch she aimed at his shoulder with a laugh, "I've been through enough tonight."
Carly slid her arms around his neck, keeping him close even as she leaned back to see his face, "Sum it up for me in as few words as possible".
Jason took a deep breath, banding his arms tighter around her waist, "I caught Sam with Ric."
Carly's brow wrinkled in confusion, "Caught her doing what?" Seeing his pointed look, she caught his meaning, "Ohhh. OH!" Once her imagination chimed in, she exclaimed, "Ewwww."
Feeling her shiver of disgust, he responded with a brief smile, glad someone was as nauseated by the whole thing as he was. Honestly, tequila and Carly had proven to be the perfect combination for getting through that initial shock and pain. It still ached and he was still mad, but he longer felt like tearing them both apart with his bare hands. They could have each other. He was happy right here.
He felt Carly's fingers carding through the hair at the base of his neck and shivered at the sensation of her nails dragging against his scalp. Instinctually, he pulled her closer, her body flush against his as they moved in time to the imaginary beat. They both knew what song was playing in their heads as they got caught up in each other's eyes. Jason swore he could hear that captivating crooning calling to him in that way that always reminded him of Carly, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you..."
She could feel his breath against her lips as he slowly moved his head closer to her. She could almost taste his kiss and she was afraid if she moved closer, she'd scare him away. So, she forced herself to hold his gaze, sway, and let him take the lead. Lord knows every time they've come anywhere close to a moment before, her impatience has shattered it before it ever got anywhere.
"I'm aching, I'm aching for you," the soundtrack in mind played as he closed the distance between his mouth and hers. He wanted to savor this, these last few moments between wanting and having. Some part of him had been longing for the next kiss ever since the last and he was tired of denying them both. Lightly, he grazed her lips with his, before tenderly bringing them together, putting all his care for Carly in this kiss, the first of many he hoped to share tonight. Burying his hand in her wild locks, he let his hunger take over, nipping at her lips in quest for admittance.
Carly moaned at the first taste of him on her tongue, clenching his shirt in her hands, trying to draw him closer. His hand in her hair tugging lightly, the hand at her waist sliding up her side and leaving fire in its wake. He'd barely touched her and already her was an inferno that only he could slake.
Nothing could have stopped the groan of frustration that escaped when a knock at the door broke through their passion filled haze. "Fuck," Jason breathed against her ear, his hand still lingering against the side of her breast, "who the hells dropping by in the middle of a blackout?"
The knock was harder this time, followed by a feminine voice calling out, "Jason?"
"Of all the" Carly huffed in exasperation, "That little," she began again, her annoyance clear in her inability to finish a sentence, "Just dammit," she finished, dropping her head against his chest.
"Jason?" Liz called again, louder this time, "Are you in there?"
Seeing the knob jiggly a little, Jason realized they weren't going to get away with just pretending no one was home. With a sigh, he looked down at Carly in his arms, "I'll try to get rid of her."
Untangling himself from her arms, Jason began to move towards the door when he felt Carly's hand on his arm, stopping him, "Let me. It'll be quicker."
Knowing Carly as well as he did, Jason didn't even try to fool himself that she'd do it kindly. There was definitely no love lost between the two. Usually, he would try to interfere and keep the peace, but honestly, he was pretty pissed at the interruption. Jason nodded, "I'll pour us a drink"
That was all the permission she needed, Carly thought, jerking the door open just enough for Liz to see her, she sneered, "What do you want Elizabeth?"
"Carly.." Liz faltered for a moment at the expected presence. Shaking her head and squaring her shoulders, Liz returned her glare, "I came to see Jason," she replied, attempting to shove her way past the blond.
"Nu uh," Carly responded, quickly pushing Liz back out into the hall, "Sorry, Jason's busy at the moment. But hey!" Carly exclaimed with fake excitement, "Maybe your husband's home and found his way off Maxie by now. How bout you go check?"
Placing her foot between the door and frame to keep Carly from shutting it in her face, Liz scowled, "I heard Jax finally realized what a vindictive bitch you are and left the country to get away from you. I'd ask how it feels, but it's not like it's the first time a guy's had to leave town to get away from you, is it Carly?"
"Oh, you little.." Carly was cut-off by the distinct sound of a throat clearing across the room. She glanced back at Jason, taking a deep breath, and rolling her eyes at Elizabeth before saying, "You know what, today's your Lucky day cause I'm just going to let that one go. I have better things to do with my night," she couldn't help the smug smirk on her face as she continued, "and better people to do them with. Run along little Lizzy, go find some other man to get back at Lucky with. Or hell, since you're so worried about Jax, fly to Africa and have at it! I'll even pay for your ticket!" She offered, kicking Liz's foot out of the way and slamming the door with a laugh.
