Chapter Ten: From the mouth of Steven Tyler

Summary: Pink is the new black – Jason Morgan's new favourite colour.

A/N: No angst this time around, just a wee bit of fluff, despite the prompt. I was listening to R.E.M. the other day and, for some strange reason, my mind went off on a tangent and I started thinking of Armageddon and, by extension, Aerosmith. So, I plugged in the Oh Yeah! Ultimate Hits album, and rocked out to one of my favourite songs, which inspired this story. But a bald-headed Indie rocker was the main catalyst, so thank you, Michael Stipe!

This is an AU, so some things to consider: in 2002, Jason and Elizabeth were sexually active, and she did not move into PH2 to keep an amnesiac Zander out of danger – she was already there.

A brand new story is soon on its way. Look out for Amor y Sangre coming soon!

Prompt: It's the end of the world as you know it!

X-X-X-X-X

Pink.

It was the colour of Elizabeth's toothbrush sitting next to his green one in the holder on the bathroom sink; the colour of the razor that sat on the shelf in the shower; the colour of her shampoo and conditioner bottles and the colour of the fuzzy robe that hung on the hook on the bathroom door.

Pink.

It was the colour of her toenails – fuchsia, more particularly, as she had haughtily informed him. It was the colour of the watermelon-flavoured lip-gloss she'd needed to reapply after he kissed her in apology for his masculine ignorance; the colour of her flip-flops and the colour of the sundress she'd worn today – the same sundress that currently lay at the foot of the penthouse stairs.

Pink.

It was the colour of the Victoria's Secret bag she'd stuffed into the back of their closet, the one he'd pretended not to notice.

Pink.

It was the colour of the scraps of satin and lace that covered her lithe young body from view. The room was dim but he could see that she had been waiting for him, perched in the centre of their king-sized bed, crisp cotton sheets bunched under her arms. Now she tossed back the sheets and slipped out of the bed. Jason Morgan swallowed heavily.

Pink.

It was the colour of her nipples, straining behind the confines of the demi-cup bra, firm breasts all but spilling over, slender hips swaying seductively as she stalked closer to him.

Pink.

It was the colour that tinged her cheeks and painted her chest in a flush of desire. His blue eyes were hot on her body as he stood by the door, sending shards of awareness shooting down her spine to pool warm and deep in her core.

Jason subconsciously moved to meet her and with a saucy smile, Elizabeth fisted her hands in the soft cotton of his decidedly black t-shirt and tugged him so they were aligned flush from chest to hips, his arousal blatant against the smooth skin of her belly.

Pink.

It was the colour of her tongue as it seductively traced the contour of her lips, plump and moist; the last coherent observation before his mind surrendered and his body took complete possession.

Pink.

It's his new obsession.

TBC…

A/N: Review, please.