Stepping out of the bathroom, goose bumps covering every inch of his body Jason rubbed vigorously at his wet hair. That was the last time he'd ever take a shower that cold. It felt more like tiny sharp shards of ice penetrating his skin instead of water.

It didn't help him any, that all he could think about was the hot steamy bath Elizabeth had the night before. How it would've felt like heaven, compared to the hellish experience he'd just put himself through. Better yet, if she were in the bath with him. Her naked soapy flesh pressed up against his as her firm bottom was nestled between his thighs. Bubbles clinging to her pert high breasts... it was those thoughts that forced him to skip heating water on the stove and straight into the shower.

"Cold?" He heard her humored voice from the couch. She was a vision. Her hair in a wild mess against her pillow. Heavily lidded eyes still struggling to stay open, as she snuggled into the warmth of her blanket.

"You want to find out?" Cocking a brow in her direction, Jason threw his towel over a chair and took a seat near her feet on the couch. "I'm sure the cold water would wake you up."

Her eyes drifted shut as she struggled to stay awake. "What time is it?"

"I don't know." Looking toward one of the windows, Jason shrugged his shoulders. "Six maybe."

"Six!" Groaning loudly, she pulled at the blanket until it was over her head. "Why are you up so early?"

"I don't know. I woke up."

"But that's the beauty of it. There's nothing to do. No job to go to. No early appointments. You can sleep in. See watch this is how it's done. You close your eyes, relax and then drift off to sleep." As if to prove her point, Elizabeth yawned and let her eyelids close.

"Yeah, well you didn't have to sleep on the floor."

"Don't cry to me. I told you I'd take the floor." Her tone lacked any sympathy as she snuggled into the blanket. "I know how hard the floor must have been on your old, decaying bones." Her face was hidden from view but Jason could almost see the teasing smile on her face.

"Are you calling me old?"

"Well you are getting close to thirty now. I'm just surprised your hair hasn't started to thin and turn gray yet." His lips twitched at her joking. This was how it used to be between them. Out of everything, he missed their teasing most. "Maybe it's all the gel you use in your hair that makes it look so thick."

"You're a brat you know that." Tickling her sides he was rewarded by a shriek of laughter. "Admit that I'm not old." Pinning her legs down beneath the blanket, Jason kept up his assault on her ticklish spots.

"I can't." Elizabeth wheezed out. "Not with the potbelly you're getting." Trying to kick her legs out beneath him, Elizabeth wiggled as his hands come in for another attack.

"So now I have gray thinning hair and a big belly?" Straddling her legs he grabbed her hands that were punching out at him with one hand and held them high above her head. His free hand still tickling her. "Anything else I should be aware of? Ear hair? A slight shuffle when I walk? Liver spots on the back of my hands?"

"N-No." Tears were flowing from her eyes as she tried her damnedest to avoid his hand that was torturing her sides. "Except that you snore at night."

"I do not." Leaning forward until their faces were just inches apart, Jason stopped tickling her. Looking down at her tear stained face he couldn't deny the pull she had on him any longer. Their eyes met, and it was his undoing. Dipping his lips down to taste her. Jason nearly wept when she didn't immediately pull away.

His chest pushed into hers, as his hand released hers. Touching the side of her face, he memorized every inch of her smooth skin. His mouth latched onto hers. His tongue pushing past her lips, while his other hand tugged at the blanket that separated them.

Pulling away to stare down at the angel beneath him, Jason took in her dreamy eyes and swollen lips. "Elizabeth."

Hearing him moan her name snapped her out of the haze that always surrounded her when they touched like this. Turning her head away before he could claim her mouth again, Elizabeth pushed at his shoulders. "We...We can't do this."

This time she wiggled out from underneath him. Unable to look in his direction as she put some distance between them.

"Why not?" His words came out harsher than he meant. But the absence of her soft body muddled his brain. Made his body scream in anger.

"Because." Walking over to the Christmas tree, Elizabeth tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. Her body felt cold and empty without him.

"That's not an answer." He was beyond frustrated. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He knew it, could sense it. Could see it in the way she looked back at him.

"It won't work." Her small voice was filled with pain as she whispered her answer. Her back to him as her head bowed.

"What won't work?"

"Us. You and me." Her voice cracked. "No matter how much we want it to. Or how many times we start over. Face it, it just can't be."

The hell he'd admit that. There wasn't anything in the world that he wanted more than the woman standing in front of the Christmas tree he'd helped decorate. Elizabeth Webber was the only woman he wanted to share his life with. To come home to and spend the rest of his days proving his love and devotion to. "That's not true."

Slowly she turned around to face him. It took every ounce of strength to bring her gaze level with his. "Jason think about it. We lasted for what? Twenty-four hours before everything went to hell. When it's just me and you we're fine. But when outside influences are mixed in we don't stand a chance."

Running a hand through his hair Jason wanted nothing more then to ignore this conversation. But this was the one last obstacle holding them back. The thing that until now she refused to talk about. "You knew about my job..."

Her expression turned offended. "It had nothing to do with your job. I knew what you did way before there was any us. It's just..." Letting out a sigh she shook her head. "There's too many people depending on you. Expecting you to fix their problems. To lie for them. To marry people you don't like so they can feel more secure about their own marriages. It'd be one thing if you didn't consider these people your friends. But they're more than that. To you they're your family. Unfortunately I don't fit in. There's no room for me in your life besides a few spare moments here and there. And I want more than that. I deserve more than that."

"I never said that you didn't" As badly as he wanted to deny the rest of what she'd said he knew that every word she'd said had been true. Carly and Sonny sucked up so much of his time, that he'd barely had a chance to live his own life. Shoving Elizabeth in his penthouse and expecting her to be there with open arms when he got had been wrong.

But he knew this, that his life no longer was his to live. Hadn't he been on his way out of town to figure things out for himself before she came up missing? "I can never take back what happened between us."

"I know."

"But if given a chance we can do things differently."

"Jason. Once we leave here nothing changes. Sonny and Carly will still be there. You'll still be married to Brenda. I've already been in a relationship where I came last. Brainwashing, family feuds, lies. I almost married someone who didn't love me. I went from being important to some kind of obligation. I refuse to let that happen again. I need to be with someone who sees me as a priority. Not an after thought."

"Don't you think I know how messed up my life has become? I was on my way out of town before I heard you were missing." Giving her a pleading look, Jason joined her at the window. "You were never, an after thought."

"Y-You were going to leave...again?" Taking a step back out of his grasp. Her eyes widened as though she'd been sucker punched. "For how long? A year, maybe two this time."

"No." Reaching out for her, he cursed as she dodged him. "It wasn't like that this time."

Anger filled her eyes. "Oh I'm sure." Wiping at the traitorous tears in her eyes with the back of her hand, Elizabeth pulled herself up to full height. "So instead of being able to take off again, you ended up locked in here with me, how very inconvenient for you." Shooting daggers at him with her eyes. Elizabeth shook her head in disgust. "I really have to hand it to you. I almost started to believe you wanted me back."

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Clearly lost, Jason spread his arms out wide.

"If I'm so important to you-."

"You are." Jason growled as he took a step forward.

"Oh so you were going to prove that to me by leaving town?" Shouting at him, Elizabeth resisted the urge to hit him. To smack that damn confused expression off his face.

Closing his eyes, Jason gave a half-chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was going to be gone a week. Two tops. I needed time to figure out how to get control of my life again. I wasn't running off. I knew I messed up and needed time to figure out how to fix everything."

The air was taken out of her sails. "Oh." Placing her hands over her face, she leaned her head back and groaned. "I feel so stupid."

"Don't." Not giving her a chance to back further away, he reached out and scooped her into his embrace. "I was coming back. I knew what I wanted. Just needed to come up with a way to get it with out compromising what I wanted out of life."

Inhaling, Elizabeth felt her insides tingle at his scent. "And what is that?"

"I want it all."

"Really? That's not a lot to ask." Smiling into his chest, she wanted to believe more than anything that it could work between them.

"I like my job, my" Kissing the top of her head, he couldn't help but smirk. "And not in that order. I just needed to find a way to balance it all."

Pulling out of his arms, she reached up and placed a hand on his cheek. Opening her mouth she was cut off by a knock at the door.

"Jason? Elizabeth?" Carly's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Carly?" Taking Elizabeth's hand into his he pulled her over to the window near the door that he and Francis had used the day before. Pushing up the glass it only took a moment before his friend was standing there. Tears falling from her eyes.

"You were eavesdropping." Jason commented dryly.

With a humph, Carly wiped at her eyes. "No. It's cold out here."

"Are you here to let us out?" Watching his friend shake her head, Jason felt a relief like he'd never felt before. He wanted this time alone with Elizabeth. Not that he'd stop trying if they were released. He just wasn't ready to share their time with anyone else yet.

"No, I brought you two some presents." Lifting up two shopping bags filled with gifts, Carly tried to look past his shoulder at Elizabeth. But Jason stepped to the side and gave her a look of warning. "There's some in there for...Elizabeth too."

Taking the screen off the window, Carly passed him one gift at a time through the bars. When their task was accomplished, Carly straightened and reached into her jacket. "Your annoying wife wanted to give this to you herself. But Jax stole her away last night." Handing Jason a thick envelope, Carly didn't let go when he went to take it. "I suggest you open it now, instead of tomorrow."

"Thank you Carly." Smiling softly at his friend, Jason said. "I have some presents in my closet back at the penthouse for you Sonny and Michael."

"I know." Carly beamed. "Thanks of the bracelet. I also grabbed the present you keep in the top drawer of you dresser and wrapped it up for you."

Looking over his shoulder to where Elizabeth was now placing gifts under the tree, he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. "How did you know about that?"

"I snoop." Blinking at his dark look, Carly waived off his anger. "Like that's a huge shocker for you. Please."

"I can't give that to her now." Not believing the situation Carly had put him in, Jason hissed at her from under his breath. "Which package is it?"

Pretending to study her nails, Carly gave a careless shrug. "I don't know... A small one?"


"What? Fine. The one in silver wrapping. But if you don't give it to her it'll be a huge mistake."

"How do you know I bought it for Elizabeth?"

"Jason I know I haven't been much of a friend lately, but I do know when you're head over heels in love with somebody. Even if it is little..." Clearing her throat and giving him a huge smile, Carly swallowed down Elizabeth's nickname. "And that rock you hid in your underwear drawer four months ago says it all."

Jason muttered under his breath. "I need to change my locks."

Carly laughed. "I'd still get in. I gotta go. Merry Christmas you two." Leaving a speechless Jason in her wake, Carly headed down the steps. Her laughter floating threw the window.

Watching as Carly got into the SUV parked outside, Jason shook his head at his friend's wacky antics. Leave it to Carly to come through when he least expected it. Clutching the envelope tightly in his hand, he turned to where Elizabeth was crouched near the tree. In her hand she held the small silver package that Cary had taken upon herself to steal and wrap.

"No peeking." He half joked, startling the brunette. His stomach was in knots as Elizabeth laid the package gently with the others and stood up. What was Carly thinking? The item in that box wasn't something he had planned on giving Elizabeth anytime in the near future. He'd just gotten her to start talking to him again. Now that she'd seen the gift it'd be hard trying to seek it away from the rest of the loot until a later date.

"I was just wondering which present of mine Carly put the bomb in." Half joking with him, she picked up another package and gave it a gentle shake. She hadn't expected the blonde to go all out like this. There were at least thirty brightly wrapped boxes with pretty ribbons and bows. Most were to Jason. But surprisingly there were several for her. The one that had really caught her attention was the small, shiny silver one. The name tag said it was to her from Jason.

Shaking her head, she looked up to where Jason was standing. A huge smile on his face as his eyes scanned a piece of paper. "What's that?"

"Brenda's Christmas present to me." He chuckled, as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Must be one great gift?" Hinting around, Elizabeth's eyes stayed glued to the document in his hands, waiting for him to tell her.

Realistically she knew that nothing was going on between Jason and Sonny's ex. But Brenda Barrette was a beautiful woman and she couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Folding up the document, shoving it into his back pocket before he nodded. "The best." A smug expression plastered on his face. Knowing just how curious Elizabeth was, not knowing probably was killing her. Moving to stand behind her, the sound of the wheels turning in her head could practically be heard echoing through the small cabin.

"Are you hungry?" Jason asked after a few minutes of silence. "I could go and make some soup."

"It's not even eight in the morning yet. No one eats soup for breakfast." Elizabeth groaned. Her eyes locked onto the envelope he was shoving into his back pocket. "You're not going to tell me are you?"

Shrugging his shoulders he pulled the envelope from his back pocket and handed it to her before turning to toward the kitchen.

Unfolding the paper with shaky hands, Elizabeth stared down at the black letters. A huge grin, one almost identical to Jason's spread like a wildfire across her lips. Never in her life had one simple word meant so much to her. Divorce. Brenda had given Jason his freedom from their fake marriage. If she'd been in the room, Elizabeth would've kissed her.

Watching her closely from the entrance of the kitchen, Jason needed to see her reaction first hand. To watch her eyes the exact moment that they read over the words that granted him his freedom from a marriage that had been a huge mistake from the beginning. And she hadn't failed. Her face lit up brighter than the Christmas tree in Time Square. Her hands shook as her eyes scanned his divorce papers over and over again.

"This is..."

"Wonderful." He supplied for her when she stalled for a word to describe his gift.

"Yes, but that's not exactly what I was thinking. It's just..."

Lifting a brow, Jason waited for a moment to see if she'd finish her thought. "Outstanding?"

Nibbling on her lower lip, Elizabeth scrunched up her face and shook her head. "No...I was thinking more like... weird."A short peal of laughter erupted from her lips as she took a glimpse at Jason's amused expression, "She kidnaped us, locked us up in a cabin in the middle of no where. Then gives you divorce papers for a Christmas gift?" Holding the papers out for him to take, she couldn't keep the brilliant smile from her face. "Are you one hundred percent sure she's not insane? Or would you like a moment to rethink your stand on that?"

"You think this is weird?" Walking from his spot in the kitchen, Jason took the paper from her hands and folded it up before shoving it into his back pocket again. "You should see what she did to the penthouse." Shaking his head sadly at what had become of his home. "Everything from the walls to the carpet to the curtains is this obnoxious pink color. It looks like someone puked up Pepto-bismal all over the damn place." Elizabeth laughed again at the agony he was clearly in. The sound was music to his ears. "Its gonna take me a long time to get the place back to normal."

"What? Bare and boring? I've seen pictures of Amish homes that had more decor then yours did.." Her eyes sparkled impishly at him.

"You know, if you didn't like it you could have redecorated." Reaching out and tucking an unruly curl behind her ear, he noticed the blush that crept up from her neck up to her cheeks.

The conversation was traveling into dangerous territory again and she really didn't know if she was ready for another round so soon. "Well I'm sure you'll be able to get the penthouse back to its former glory."

He knew what she was doing. And he really wished that he was man enough to just let it go for the time being. But apparently he wasn't the man he thought he was. "It doesn't really matter. It's not much of a home without you there."

With a frustrated sigh, Elizabeth leaned back her head and brought her hands up to cover her eyes. "Why do you keep doing this?"

"Because you mean too much to me to give up on. I made the mistake of letting you walk away once. I can't do that again. Not without a fight."

Why was he doing this? After months of nothing, he was making up for his neglect in just a few days. She wanted nothing more than to believe that he wanted this. That when they left here, he was going to feel this passionate about the two of them. But after the last time she didn't know if she could trust him with her heart again

"But we tried, it didn't work..."

"We didn't have a chance."

"And what is going to change when we leave here? You'll still work for Sonny. Jumping every time he snaps his fingers. Running every time Carly needs you to get her out of one of her famous jams. Jason I know that your job is important to you and so are your friends. But where exactly would I fit into your life?"

"Why are you so scared?" He demanded.

"I'm not scared." Her expression became outraged. "I just don't want to get hurt again."

His brow puckered, as his eyes darkened. "You don't think that I was hurt when you walked out on me? You didn't even give me a chance to explain to you what happened. For months you treated me like some damn stranger." Taking a deep breath, Jason closed his eyes and made himself let go of the pain he felt whenever he thought of that day. Shaking his head, he looked back at her.

"Elizabeth tell me what you want. We used to be able to talk to each other without these walls. Just tell me what you're feeling deep down."

Could she tell him? Just blurt out what she wanted deep in her heart. No bars held, no second thoughts. What if she wanted something more than what he was willing to give? Maybe he just wanted a chance to get back at what they had once had. A special friendship that was on the verge of something unknown. Where she daydreamed about the whole enchilada.

Not that she expected him to drop to his knee and propose. But he did say he wanted her to tell him what she thought about. Just because she dreamed about something didn't mean it was realistic.

She hated feeling so insecure when it came to Jason. It never used to be like this. She'd once been able to say pretty much anything that she wanted...And if she didn't take the opportunity now she may never get the chance again.

"You want to know what I think about. What I want?"

"Yes." His tone was pleading.

"Fine, but you asked for it." Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth decided to take the leap. "I want it all." Using his previous words, she took a step closer to him. Her arms crossed protectively over her stomach. "You, me, a house with a picket fence with two point five children. I want to be able to go on midnight rides on the back of your bike, going everywhere and nowhere. I want to come first in your life. First last and always."

His brows shot up as she ranted on. Her face becoming flush with each word that passed her lips. "Anything else?" His lips twisted.

"Yes. I want to be able to give us another chance so badly that it hurts."

"I want that to. I want all of that." Holding out his hand to her, he held his breath waiting for her to make her choice. He could still see the uncertainly in her eyes as she stood staring at his upturned hand. When her arm started to rise he nearly cried in relief.

It took forever for her hand to latch onto his. Her fingers lacing through his. It was at that moment that he knew without a doubt he'd found his home. A place that he'd always come back to at the end of the day. He'd lost it was and there was no way in hell he'd lose it again, not without a fight.

"Two point five huh?" A smile tickled his lips as he pulled her closer to him. "How about three? Or two. I think the two point five might be a challenge."

Tilting her head back and let out an angelic laugh, her head leveled again. Her eyes twinkling as she wrapped her free hand around his waist. "Are you saying that you aren't up for the challenge?"

His eyes darkened with desire, his body tensed. "Oh I'm up for the challenge." Tangling his right hand in the curls at the nape of her neck, his eyes locked on her parted lips. "Elizabeth I need to know..."

Running her tongue across her parched lips, Elizabeth found it hard to form words with her mouth that was craving his. "What?"

"Us...are we good now?" His hand tightened in a fist in her hair. "W-Will you give us another chance?"

Her eyes flickered to his. Memorized by the stormy blue depths staring back, waiting for her answer. "Y-Yes. I want to be with you."

It was all he was waiting for. Everything else could be worked out later. Swooping down his lips pressed firmly against hers. His tongue penetrating her mouth. He loved the way she tasted. A mixture of snow and the promises of tomorrow. Every time he'd been blessed by having her wrapped in his arms. Her mouth hot and wanting beneath his. He felt like he was king of the world. The luckiest bastard on the faced of the planet.

But unlike their other kisses she didn't hold back this time. That line in the sand she never let him pass was no longer there. He could feel the difference immediately and nearly wept in gratitude.

There was something that she had to tell him, but as his hand released his hold on her hair and traveled down her back to her bottom, she almost forgot what it was. It wasn't until he pulled away and panted deeply, that she remembered.


"Hmm." Trying to bring his lips back to hers, he was slightly let down when she pulled back.

"I need to tell you something."

With a determined growl, he squeezed at her lush rear and pulled her closer to him. "Tell me later."

Laughing, she turned her head to the side. "I need to tell you now."

With a frustrated groan, he tried to get his hormones in check. "Hurry."

"I love you."

The words were music to his ears. "Elizabeth I love you too. God how I love you." Dipping his head down again he latched onto her lips. His hands inched their way up her back and back down again. Causing her to rub her pebble hard nipples against his chest in response.

It was all the encouragement he needed. Walking her backwards toward the couch, his hands pulling at the hem of her shirt. His palms itching to hold her pert breasts in her hands. To see if her nipples were a soft peach color, or the color of dark berries. Would she squirm if he were to pinch them? Or would she like it more if his mouth was latched onto her, suckling to his hearts desire. He was dying to find out what it would take to make her scream his name in ecstacy. What she'd look like right on the brink, while he held her there, right on the edge until neither of them could take it anymore.

Her hands had already found their way under the back of his sweater. Her sharp little nails digging into his back as she attempted to draw him even closer. "Jason..." Oh god he hoped she didn't want him to stop. It would take every ounce of self control to stop now. "I want you to take me right now. I don't think I can wait through the fore-."

Like she needed to ask twice. His hands abandoned her shirt and went right for the drawstrings on her pants. His fingers trembled as he fought against the knot, if it didn't come loose soon he was going to rip the fleece that was keeping him from her right off her tight little body.

His own jeans proved to be less of a challenge. In seconds flat, the denim plus his boxer briefs were at a puddle around his ankles. His rock hard #$ encased in the soft touch of her hand. It was enough to drive him crazy.

"E-Elizabeth I can't..."

"Shhh." Up on her tippy toes, her hot breath hit the shell of his ear. Making his insides tighten in response. "Let me-."

"Your pants..." Nudging her lips away from his earlobe, he nibbled his way down her throat. "They're stuck...I can't get them off."

Looking down at the knot he'd created in his haste, she let a dark curse as she tackled their problem with gusto. His hands now free, he wasted no time in tugging her top over her head and tossing it carelessly to the side. Leaving the top of her body bare, except a small scrap of lace that served as a bra.

It was her turn this time, with shaky fingers, tugging at the knot with frustration.

With three years of pent up frustration, Jason brushed away her hands and grabbed the string in his hands. His forearms bunched as he yanked at the obstacle and was rewarded with the sound of tearing cloth.

"Now." Her pants slipped past her legs as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him over the top of the couch and on top of her. The matching panties were disposed of with little grace as he settled himself between her thighs.

"We don't have anything." The tip of his #$ was at the entrance of her hot wet core. His shoulder muscles bunched as he ground his teeth together in frustration.

Hooking her hand behind his head, Elizabeth pushed herself up off the couch. Rubbing herself against him. "Screw it."

She couldn't have spoken any sweeter words. Pushing her back into the couch. Jason thrust deep inside her. His eyes nearly crossing as her heat clenched around him. "Oh my God." His groan was drawn out as he paused. "Elizabeth I never imagined it could feel this good."

Wiggling under him, Elizabeth started to grind against him. No words could describe the physical or emotional way she felt at this very moment. Never in her life had she felt so complete. Absolutely filled to the rim with love. But if he didn't start moving and soon, she'd kill him.

As though he could read her mind, Jason withdrew. Only to slam back in again. Taking her right leg and pulling it up high against his side, he slid back into her. The friction was almost too much to handle. The harder he thrust inside her, the wetter she'd get. The hotter she'd get. Moving his hand between them he searched for her clit and pressed his thumb firmly against her. He refused to come before she did.

"Come on honey. I know you can do it. Come for me." His husky voice sent shivers down her spine. Caused her lower regions clench even tight. Her breathing came out in ragged little gasps. The grip she had on his shoulders tightened. "That's it.

His name flew from her lips as he felt her clench at him tightly around his shaft. With another thrust he went over the edge with her. Spilling his seed deep inside of her.

As soon as the fog cleared from his vision, Jason leaned down and rained kisses down on her cheeks and throat. "I love you."

If she could purr she would. Nothing could come closer to heaven than this. His hot sweaty body pressing down on her. His half hard #$ still buried inside. "I love you too."

"It's going to work this time. I swear to you Elizabeth. I'm going to give you that house, picket fence, two point whatever kids. Hell if you want a dog, I'll even get you one. You mean the world to me. And this time I'm going to fight to make it work."

"Oh Jason." Tears gathered in her eyes as she touched his cheek.

With a rakish grin, he nudged forward into her. Already hard and willing for another round. "How about we put the blankets on the ground and start making up for lost time."

Several hours later, wrapped tightly in his embrace. Elizabeth let out a long sigh of contentment. At this very moment life was perfect. She was a little sore, but it couldn't get better than this. Being held by the man that meant everything to her, after hours of making love.

"What are you thinking about?" His lips nuzzled her neck from behind.

"How perfect it is here." Snuggling into his embrace.

His deep laughter rumbled from his chest. "You mean for a prison right?"

"No." She laughed. "I really think this place is perfect."

"Perfect enough to live here."

Rolling over to face him, her hair cascaded over her shoulder, barely covering her dusty tip breast. "Why do you ask?"

"I just thinking that maybe...if you wanted to..." His cheeks turned red as he started to stumble over his tongue.

"Jason are you asking me to move in here with you?"

"If you want to." Brushing her hair over her shoulder, Jason tried to keep his eyes away from her taunting breasts. "I'd understand if you wanted to take it slow."

Raising a brow at their naked state, Elizabeth grinned at him. "I think I could handle living here with you. Of course you'll have to sleep on the couch." She couldn't help but laugh hysterically at the panic in his eyes.

"You little brat." Cupping her face in her hands, his mouth drank in the taste of their loving making on her lips.

Pushing on his chest to push him back. "I want to open the presents now."

"It's not Christmas." Wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her on top of him, Jason grinned at her sultry pout. "You're gonna have to wait like the rest of the good little boys and girls."

"But I don't want to." Fighting against his hold, her eyes twinkled as she tried to make her way to the pile of gifts just a few feet away. "All I want to open is just one gift. Then I promise to save the rest for tomorrow."

Not able to say no, Jason loosened his arms and watched in appreciation as she crawled naked over to the brightly wrapped boxes. So caught up in the way her cute backside wiggled form side to side as she searched he hadn't noticed which one she chose.

His gift. Small. Silver.

His mouth turned dry as she carefully picked at the tape. His eyes snapped to her face. Needing to see her reaction the moment she laid eyes on the item within. He shouldn't feel this nervous after making love with her and making plans on moving into the cabin together.

Elizabeth stared down at the velvet box in her hands and fought to breathe. It was the right size. But he wouldn't have. Would he? Her hands trembled as she lifted the lid and gasped at the shiny object inside. "Oh my God...Jason?"

"It's a promise ring. Lila told me about the one Edward gave to her when they were younger. At the time I never thought I'd find a woman I'd ever give one to. But I found that in Mexico and it reminded me of you." Wiping at the lone tear that slipped from her eye. He took the box from her hands and lifted the ring out. "Everything reminded me of you."

"It's beautiful." Holding out her hand to him. She watched as the flames from the fire gleamed off the gem. His calloused hand held hers steady as he slipped the ring on her finger.

"So when do you think we should tell everyone that we've worked things out?" Crawling into his lap, she wrapped her legs around him and impaled herself on his hardened shaft.

Gritting his teeth together and wrapping his hands around her hips. "Woman you're going to be the death of me." Thrusting up, he groaned. "We wont tell them anything. I'm sure we could figure out a few ways to spend the time alone together."

Rolling her underneath him, neither noticed that it had started to snow again outside. Whispering promises that they both had every intention of keeping. Jason and Elizabeth spent one of many Christmases on the floor before the fire sharing their love with one another.