A/N 1: So I decided to do little one-shots of different random couplings. The first is a Jaudia piece.

A/N: SB2 made me do it. This is definitely a throw back to old J&C…hope you enjoy.

Jason didn't know how he came to be here…one minute he was driving on his bike down the back road…the breakup with Elizabeth still a fresh wound….he knew it was inevitable; he couldn't be with her…couldn't make her a target…knowing didn't stop it from hurting like hell. Somehow he ended up on that barstool at Jakes letting Coleman line up the bottles of beer in front of him. He was steadily working on bottle number six when she walked in.

"Martini…dirty" she said leaning over his shoulder her voice low and breathy.

She plopped down on the barstool next to him her bare legs skimming his jeans, "why the long face Mr. Morgan" she asked a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

He ignored her taking another long swig from the bottle.

"Does the silent type want to challenge me to a game of pool?" she asked.

There was no answer and she got up to go grab a pool stick and rack the balls.

Watching her for a second as she leaned over, the skirt she was wearing climbing to illegal heights on her legs.

Swiftly he got off the chair and grabbed a stick, "what are we playing for?"

"I win…we dance; any song I want"

"And if I win"

"You can have whatever you want"

Nodding he leaned over and cracked the balls hard sinking a solid in the corner pocket…then three more before he missed.

"Oh, big mistake" she said.

Maybe it was the beer and the way her skirt rode up to the bottoms of her ass cheeks but Jason Morgan was feeling a little heat under his t-shirt…the way she moved her body around the table lining up her shots…women like Claudia Zaccara seem to ooze sexuality from their pores. Watching her limber body twist; he couldn't help but imagine her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Hey Strong and Silent…I want you to pay attention while I kick your ass"

His eyes went to the table where she sunk her last ball in and set up for the eight ball.

"Eight ball corner pocket" she announced.

In a flash the white ball jumped his ball and smacked the eight ball right into the corner pocket.

"Got a quarter?" she asked placing her stick on the table and walking over to the jukebox.

Coleman tossed her a quarter as Jason simply watched her sashay to the machine, "God I love this song" she exclaimed.

When the music started she gently started to saw her hips to the beat, intoxicating him from across the room.

Turning around her eyes locked to him as she swung her body to the beat, "pay up Morgan" she said the sex dripping off her tongue.

I know that you've been waiting for it
I'm waiting too
In my imagination I'd be all up on you

He didn't even know if he could explain it but it felt like his brain and his feet disconnected and he walked over to her without even thinking about it.

Their torsos touched as she took his hands and placed them on her backside and then began to slowly grind into him in time with the music.

I know you got that fever for me
Hundred and two
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature's through the roof

Claudia Zaccara didn't lose control…everything she did was a calculating move to get what she wanted. That was until the hard body of Jason Morgan was pressed up against her. Suddenly her heart was beating unsteadily and the hairs on the back of her arm were standing on end.

If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause they be all up in my business
Like a Wendy Interview
But this is private
Between you and I

Jason could feel his body responding to the movements as his hands slid lower rubbing over her body.

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

By the chorus of the song she was drunk with lust and her lips came to his ear, "I want you" she whispered a shyness to her voice she wasn't use to.

Jason Morgan didn't think with his member…except when he did and at the moment he could think of nothing more then those legs wrapping around his waist.

His hand wound in her hair and pulled her head back bringing her eyes to meet his…he could see the want, the need in them as his mouth crashed upon hers.

In a moment she was pushed up against the jukebox his hands roaming up her torso then back down to cup her cheeks and lift her body to him.

Her legs wrapped around his muscular waist and his mouth moved to her neck as he walked towards the staircase only pulling back to yell, "Coleman"

The man threw him a set of keys and he walked up the stairs as she bit at his neck and nibbled on his jaw. He fumbled with the keys for only a second before they tumbled through the door…him pinning her against the first wall as his mouth connected to every piece of exposed skin that he could….and when that wasn't enough he pulled the tiny t-shirt over her head and threw it to the side.

She moaned in response to the cold hair on her exposed chest, "Oh god" she muttered as his wet mouth followed.

Boy you can put me on you
Like a brand new white tee
I'll hug your body tighter
Than my favorite jeans
I want you to caress me
Like a tropical breeze
And float away with you
In the Caribbean Sea

Turning around her threw her on the bed and pulled off her skirt in one swoop. His shirt followed and his hands came to his belt. She moved his hands and undid it; letting her nimble fingers slowly unbutton the fly. His response was practically a growl and her hand came in contact with his.

"Do you have protection" she asked.

He pulled away for a moment to pull a condom out of his wallet; she grabbed t from his hand and ripped the metal wrapper with her teeth before sliding it on him.

I'm gonna treat you like a teddy bear
You won't wanna go nowhere
In the lap of luxury
Baby just turn to me
You won't want for nothing boy
I will give you plenty
Touch my body

(Mariah Carey – Touch My Body)

The hours seem to tick by; he was insatiable for her…and her for him…their bodies moving in another kind of slow dance. Six little wrappers littered the floor when they were finally too exhausted to move. She lay next to him, her head propped onto her fingers playing in the crevices of his abs.

Finally she got up "well, I'm going to go before John puts an APB out on me" she said before getting up to put back on her rumpled clothes.

Before she left her eyes met his again, "if you want me…you know where to find me"

Walking down the stairs Jason saw Coleman was still cleaning up the remnants of the beer bottles from the night before.

Jason threw a wad of money at him.

"I didn't see a thing" he said.

The blue-eyed mobster didn't respond to that…instead he held up the keys, "this is my room now"

When he left the bar Coleman chuckled and shook his head…he had a feeling he might be seeing a lot more of Jason Morgan.