NC-17

"Elizabeth, I'm just trying to get you to listen to reason, and it's not the easiest thing to do when you're sitting in my lap. Desperate times call for desperate measures." Jason smirked.

"Okay Mr. Cliche." Elizabeth wiggled in his lap, caressing his face in her palm. His jaw was rough compared to her soft thumb that traced the contours. "What are you afraid of? And don't say it's my father because I know that's a lie."

Jason sighed, resisted the urge to kiss her, and placed his hand over hers on his face and pulled it against his chest. "I'm not afraid Elizabeth, I just want you to be sure."

She looked up at him, her eyes were large and the way the red lamp shade softened the room, it made them look almost violet. "I am Jason."

"Then we'll take it slow," he whispered softly, drawing his fingers through her hair and pulling her toward him.

Pressing forward to kiss his lips chastely, Elizabeth experimented with the slight difference in textures and tastes. "The slower, the better," she said smiling into the kiss.

If she was scared, then he was terrified. He felt like he was a teenager again about to lose his own virginity and in a way he was. This wasn't some casual fling, some relationship with barely enough attachment to hold it together, this was love and he was going to make love to her. With her. He was going to worship her so slowly she'd think she was coming undone and she would be. So slowly, that he would be cursing himself by the time he was actually inside her, letting her walls hold him while he held back. He was going to love her like she deserved, the way she'd waited for all these years.

His hands caressed their way through her hair, down her shoulders and arms, taking one of her hands in his, he kissed her palm and let her hand drop back to her side.

She watched him, fascinated and maybe a little unsure. It wasn't like she'd had a lot of boyfriends or tons of experience. She was an innocent.

Jason knew and didn't, even for one second, want her to feel pressured or inadequate. He watched her until she caught his eye and when he smiled at her lovingly she returned his gesture.

Moving to the front of her hooded sweater, he unzipped it with steady hands. She wasn't in some fancy black lingerie, with frills and sex appeal, but he looked at her like she was. Underneath she wore a simple dark grey t-shirt and for the time being, he left it in place. Nudging the fleece off of her shoulders, he kissed the skin as it was revealed. His tongue danced over her shoulder, nipped at her collarbone and moved toward her neck. On a breathy moan she tilted her head back and left the column of her throat open to him.

Slowly kissing the pressure points on her neck, licking the base of her ear, saying her name softly and sweetly, Jason began his seduction.

Elizabeth, taking in his breathy words, his soft tongue and laboured breath, drank from him the heat and passion that was to come. She could feel something happening, her veins raced with hot blood that began to center in a very female place between her thighs. She felt the first inklings that something magical was about to occur. Something maddening and passionate; something that already had her vehemently clinging to reality when Jason wanted to pull her to some other realm. She wanted to resist it and yet she was powerless to.

Elizabeth gasped, all of this from just a sweep of his tongue, a slight caress of his fingers, what would happen when they were actually together, rocking as one? She shivered with the thought. Goose bumps rose on her skin as he continued to kiss and suckle the tender spots on her neck and chin. His tongue swirled against the small cleft and he nipped slightly as the milk white skin.

Inching upward, he took her lips again; not urgent or demanding, but gently, delicately. He parted them with his tongue and begged entrance. She opened for him and nearly cried out when his hot tongue ran over hers. The sensation was overwhelming; a mixture of rough and smooth and the slight taste of mint. The room was becoming balmy and her vision began to cloud. There was no one there but them and that moment. It belonged to them. They owed it and everything that was to come.

Running his fingers over the cotton material of her t-shirt, his hands found their way inside the fabric and onto her warm flesh. He touched her lightly, but the effect was great. She arched her back, seeking more of his touch, more of his kiss too. He obliged, inching his fingers to the front of the garment, he touched her ribs and she shook with anticipation. Resting his hand just below her breast, his finger tickled the underside. She gasped, let hot air blow into his mouth before she pulled away.

"Jason," she pleaded, her voice low and raspy. Her hands locked on his shoulders pressing their bodies together. She needed him to touch her; needed it more than she had ever needed anything in her life. It was such a deep ache she couldn't see straight; couldn't think of anything but that moment and his hands touching her forever.

"Hmm," he murmured as he held her close while her body trembled against his. "Do you want to stop?" he asked reigning in the primal need that was beginning to take over.

"N-no," she gasped and it was rougher and more urgent than she meant it to be. "I want-" she stopped, frustrated and unable to express herself.

"What do you want?" His hands smoothed down her face, felt the thin sheen of sweat that she hadn't been aware was there.

She kissed him hard and deeply and it threw him with the intensity of it. Digging her fingers into the back of his shirt, her nails scraped over his back and she pushed him closer. Her thighs tightened around him so they were closer and she could feel the hard grind of his arousal. "I want more of that," she said in low-pitched whine that showed her unwanted embarrassment.

Kissing her forehead first, he then smiled down at her. "Slow, remember?"

"Jason, if we go any slower, I think I'm going to lose my mind," she told him and rocked against him. She pressed her breasts against his chest, moved up and down against him feeling his body jerk and react to her the instant she did.

Jason closed his eyes tight; held her hips to stop her. "Alright." He laughed throatily and moved his hands to the base of her shirt. Pulling up, he revealed inch after inch of creamy alabaster skin. Throwing the shirt to the floor without care, he looked at her and his breath caught in his lungs. She was beyond beautiful. Her nipples poked against the simple baby blue bra and begged to be released. And as much as he wanted to liberate them and gorge on the wonderful rose-coloured tips, he held back still.

Jason trailed a finger from the hem of her jeans to the silky material of her bra, amazed as her skin twitched as he worked his way up. She whimpered when he stopped, pushing herself against his hand, begging for him to continue. Then he did. His hand molded her pert breast, cupping her through the thin cloth. Closing her eyes, she let out a tiny moan when his thumb finally strummed her nipple.

Watching her, he bit his lip. She was so incredibly sensual, so utterly sexy, he had no idea how he was going to last. Already he was hard and painfully ready and they'd really only just begun. Licking his lips, he kissed her neck again, working his way down while his hand continued it's ministrations on her breast.

The air felt thick and clawed at his lungs, but he refused to move away from the sweet strawberry stain of her skin. She glowed, radiated with colour as her skin flashed from heat and longing. Then he was there, his lips hovering precariously over her straining nipple. One flick of his tongue and she melted. Her body crumbled into him and forced his mouth to suckle her breast like it was the only thing keeping her upright. And maybe it was.

Drawing her nipple to a tight peak, he relinquished his hold only long enough to give the other the same treatment. The material was wet and clung to her skin, but he couldn't be bothered to pry himself away long enough to do away with the material. He nipped gently and drew a solid moan from deep inside her. Reluctantly, he moved from her breasts and kissed her deeply and with more intimacy than he knew he had.

Fingers shaking when he finally unclasped her bra, she was surprised and touched at the same time. Here he was, Jason Morgan, killer and bodyguard and there was something so sweet and innocent about the way he loved her. She nearly cried with the tenderness she saw shining in his eyes when he looked back at her silently asking permission.

Sliding her fingers into his hair, she felt the damp strands at the base of his neck and loved that he was feeling the burning fire of their passion just as much as her. With nervous hands, she pulled up his sweater, digging her hand onto his warm flesh, feeling scars and muscle under her fingertips. Moving back enough and rasing his arms, he let her discard the garment over his head and send it to the floor.

Rubbing her body against his, she sighed at the contrast. His body was like a rock and hers was soft like water. Biting down on his shoulder she surprised them both. But the tension in her body was a frustrating thing. She could feel the pull of her blood pooling in her center and she needed release; needed him to give it to her. Grinding into his erection, it was the only relief she could get. The feel of him, as they came as close to the actual act of making love with their clothes on, was overwhelming her, making her belly turn rigid and her loins burn.

Desperately he clung to the notion of slow seduction, but he hadn't been prepared for the fire and yearning he would find in her. It was there, filling his blood with punches of adrenaline. His need to claim her was strong, too strong, like a beast unleashed; searing through him quicker than a steel blade. Scared that the need was flooding him, making it impossible to remain in control, he settled back a moment and nuzzled his face into her neck. Panting heavily his breath moistened her skin. He breathed her in and held her close until his control was rooted.

His hands travelled up her sides, feeling the overflow of her breasts under her arms. The blushing ripeness of her breasts as they swelled in his large hands was enough for him to growl roughly and take her lips again. Their tongues mated and duelled, feasting on each other and making no excuses. They were in it together, taking what they so desperately wanted.

Easing her down onto the mattress, he rose above her, letting his hand skim her stomach and rest against her belly button. With caring hands, he began to unbutton her jeans and slowly pull them down her legs. Discarding them in a heap on the floor, seconds later he was above her again. His hands touched her bare skin, skimming over her thighs he relished in the slight quiver that shook her. He was savouring her. It could have been wild and passionate with blindingly white heat, but that's not what she needed. She needed him to cherish her skin with his hands and lips and tongue. She needed him to be gentle and attentive and he was.

She writhed under him, trying to soothe the pressure she had no way of controlling. Arching her hips off the bed, she took his thigh between hers and molded her body against him. Distantly she could hear him groan, and she didn't care why, she just needed what only he could give her and she needed it then.

His palm met the sultry wetness of her panties when his eased a hand between them. She bucked and garbled her thanks with a muted cry. Slowly, he eased the material from her skin so she was left nude and glorious. Never in his life had he seen such a wonderfully erotic sight. At a loss for words, he let his actions guide him. Petting her softly, he swallowed a few curse words when his fingers ran over her folds and found her so incredible wet. With trained steadiness he eased a finger inside her and again drowned a slur of swears by biting his tongue. She was so incredibly tight, he didn't know whether to scream or thank God. A tremor went through his body, radiating through his torso and down to the very male part of him.

Moving experimentally, he watched her face flush, felt her body tighten and just as he began to make circles against her taut bud, she came wildly and hotly against his hand. Unsure what the heck was happening, she fisted her hand in his hair and bunched the sheets of the bed in her other.

Watching her, he nearly lost it. Waiting until she settled, he looked down at her and withdrew his finger from her body. She sighed and stared up at him, breathing heavily and looking drowsed.

"You okay?" He asked, smoothing the hair from her eyes.

She simply nodded, not yet able to speak. Her eyes fluttered open and closed while she tried to process the new and overtly pleasurable feelings she was having. Thinking that the need for him would be less, she was proven wrong when she looked into his eyes. If possible it was stronger, more heavy and she wanted to give him all he had given her. Placing her hands over his crotch, she squeezed lightly and felt him straining through the denim. Undoing the button, and then the zipper, Elizabeth worked her hands past the band of his boxers and cupped him in her hand.

His forehead dropped to hers and the sticky friction of their sweat melted them together. Her small fingers moved over him experimentally and he was dying from the torture. He had to remind himself that this was all new to her and that she couldn't possibly know how badly he wanted to sink into her warm body. But then when he lifted his head and opened his eyes, he saw a wicked smile on her face and knew she had the upper hand and was fully aware.

"Elizabeth," he growled and rained tiny kisses over her face. Scraping his teeth over her nipples, he let her know that she wasn't fully in charge; that he still had his own tricks at his disposable.

Before she could continue to massage him, she had to remove the pesky jeans and underwear that were getting in the way. Bending so that he had to rest on his knees and she could sit up, she taunted him with the closeness of her lips to his erection. Her hot breath washed over his skin and made him harden so much more than he thought was possible. If pain was pleasure, then he was a masochist.

Laying her back down before she had a chance to test his willpower, he kissed her again; working her up until she was panting and begging him to be inside her. "Jason," she implored, scraping her nails down his back and cupping his butt. "I love you."

"I love you," he repeated, his voice dangerously emotional; it was like a rough grate of sandpaper moving over her and coating her skin with reassurance. Keeping his eyes on her, he held her hips down. He entered her, feeling the barrier that kept them from being fully connected and pushed through.

She gasped.

He stilled.

Looking down at her, he watched as a solitary tear slid from her closed eyes down her right cheek. Wiping away the moisture, his voice was low and strained; his eyes dark and concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Jason," she said softly, opening her eyes. "I knew it would feel like this."

"Did I hurt you?" he asked conflicted over his need to move and his need to make sure she was all right.

Elizabeth smiled, cupping his cheek. "Of course not." She bucked her hips for emphasis. "I meant, I knew I would finally feel complete." A slow, steady smile spread over her face.

At her urging he began to move inside her, trying desperately to keep himself from hurting her. Noticing his reluctance, she began to move and sped up the pace. She wasn't prepared for the feeling that came with it. The room felt stifling as her second release brimmed so close to the surface.

His eyes watched her the entire time, saw her go over the edge and he quickly followed. Collapsing together, the only sound was their shallow breathing and a light patter coming from the bathroom sink as water spiralled down the drain.

Flipping onto his back, he held her close to his chest, he could feel her body tremble and her teeth chatter with the aftershock of making love. With his sanity back, he moved them for a second and pulled a heavy blanket their naked flesh. The room was quiet save for their breathing and soon enough the lure of sleep claimed them.

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It took Jason a moment to realize when he woke up that they were still very much connected. Easing out of her, he groaned with the loss. Elizabeth stirred. Turning to his side, he took the opportunity to study her while she slept. Her lips were bruised form their kisses and her skin glowed. A sense of pride welled up inside him and he nuzzled his face into her neck, pulling her closer so they were face to face.

"Jason?" she asked groggily.

"I thought you were asleep," he told her.

"I was," she said yawning to prove her point.

"I'm sorry If I woke you up," he apologized and kissed the tip of her nose.

"I felt when you left and I guess I can't sleep without you," she teased playfully.

Rubbing his hand up and down her arm, he breathed her in; he found a delicious mix of himself and her deep in her skin. "Hmm... how do you feel?"

She blushed. "A little sore, but okay."

He bowed his head. "I'm sorry, I-"

Elizabeth placed her hand on his cheek and raised his head so he was forced to look at her. "Jason, it's a good kind of sore, don't go apologizing for it."

Hugging her to him, he nodded and let sleep claim them again.