Jason Morgan sits on his couch, the current occupants of his penthouse
having turned the living room into a disaster area. Baby clothes were strewn
about the floor, pacifiers and clean diapers that had mysteriously sprung
forth from the bag they were in littered the couch. Small rattles and teddy
bears - several of which were gifts from the baby's grandmother - were
scattered on the tables. Jason's eyes take in the scene with unconcealed
horror. From the side of the couch the baby begins to wail. Jason stares at
him, hoping his mother will come running from the kitchen, scoop the child
out of his crib, and cuddle and coo until he's quiet again.

"Jason, could you please pick Charlie up for a minute?  My hands are full."
No such luck.

"Yea, I got him," Jason said, loud enough for her to hear him in the
kitchen. He stands up and walks to the crib, staring at the small four month
old infant warily. "I'm gonna pick you up now. When I do, you're gonna stop
crying. Got it?" Grimacing in concentration, Jason picks up Charlie just
like his doting mother had shown him how to. Cradling the baby against his
chest, Jason is pleasantly surprised when his tears soft, and his small hand
fists around Jason's shirt. He smiles down at him. "Hey, cool."

Caroline Benson walks out of the kitchen, a covered silver platter in her
hands. She sets it on the dining room table - perhaps the only clean surface
left in the house - takes a seat next to Jason on the couch. Carly stifles a
giggle as Charlie tries to gum at Jason's pecks. "Hey Charlie, how's you
doin'? You wanna come to Mama?" she coos to her son, gently taking him out
of Jason's arms. "Are you hungry baby?" she asks, her southern drawl coming
out with a vengeance as she holds her son.

Jason watches with great interest as Carly unbuttons her blouse and helps
Charlie start nursing. "What does that feel like?" he asks, moving to sit
closer to her.

Carly looks up at him suddenly. She smiles and looks back down at her son,
hungrily suckling at her breast. "It feels like the most natural, wonderful
thing in the world," she breathes in awe.

Jason smiles. "That's cool and all butŠ What I meant wasŠ does it hurt?" he
finally asks.

Carly chuckles. "No, it doesn't hurt. It tugs a littleŠ but it doesn't
hurt." They sat that way for awhile, until Charlie began to fall asleep, his
mouth still fastened around her breast. Smiling, Carly gently undoes him
from her and sets him in his crib. She looks back at Jason who's staring at
her with a look Carly can't quite read. Carly walks over to the table and
takes the lid off the silver platter. "Well, I've fed Charlie and put him to
bed. How'd you like me to do the same for you?" she asks, not even realizing
what she'd said until Jason had walked over to her slowly.

He smiles at her. "Are you gonna tuck me in?"

Carly feels her face heat and she smiles back up at him. "Honey, if I
actually put you to bed there would be no tucking in involved." She raises
her eyebrows once then turns to the platter. "A wonderful fruit platter,
lovingly prepared by myself for you."

Jason narrows his eyes at her. "I let you and your son move in with me after
everyone you know refuses to speak to you, and all I get out of it is a
lousy fruit platter? I don't even get a home cooked meal?"

Carly, knowing he was teasing her looked into his eyes. "Don't you remember
what happened the last time I cooked?" she asks him seriously.

Jason shudders as he remembers what she'd done to Sonny's kitchen. "The
fruit looks delicious," he replies, sitting down and popping a piece of
pineapple in his mouth.

"I'm glad it tastes good," Carly says in a small voice, staring at the man
before her. A lot of old feelings she'd believed were buried a long time ago
came rushing to the surface. Had, in fact, been rushing to the surface for a
few weeks now. Ever since that first night he'd let them move in. "Jase,
somehow I think you're right. A lousy plate of fruit isn't enough to repay
you for all you've done."

Jason smiles, still concentrating on the fruit. "It's okay Carly. Consider
the debt paid in full."

Carly laughs behind him. She unbuttons her blouse the rest of the way and
lets it hang open. She wasn't wearing a bra. She undid the first two buttons
on her skirt then walked around the chair Jason sat in. She pulled her skirt
up to her thighs and draped one leg across his lap, straddling him. She sits
down and wraps her arms around his neck, noting the surprise on his often
expressionless face. She leans in and places a kiss on his lips. "Spencer's
always pay their debts, and we sure as hell don't do it with fruit," she
murmurs huskily.

Jason's hands come to rest at her hips. He has every intention of pushing
her away until she moves her mouth down his jaw to his Adam's apple. She
places her mouth on the pulse at the base of his neck and sucks, hard. His
fingers tighten on her hips, then trail upwards under her shirt. They move
over her ribcage, then to her back, his hand touching that special little
place she had on the back of her neck. She groaned into his ear and the
sound made him smile. Deciding to forget any noble intentions he once hand,
Jason pushes the shirt off her shoulders then runs his hands into her hair.
He pulls her head back so her throat is bared to him. He begins trailing
down her neck, using his tongue and teeth against her shoulders, her arms,
her wrists, her breasts. Carly moaned as his tongue circled her extremely
sensitive nipples. He began to suck gently until he tastes milk. He pulls
away and looks up at her. She smiles and cups his cheeks, kissing his lips,
gently probing her tongue into his mouth, then darting it away only to have
his follow into her own mouth.

Carly runs her hands down his firm abs to the waist of his jeans. She pulls
his T-shirt out and whips it over his head. Her mouth goes back to his
chest, placing small biting kisses on his pecks, his abs, his collar bones.
Jason's hands trail from her calves up her thighs until they reach the
bottom of her skirt. He pulls it up further so that it bunches at her waist.
He emits a low growl when he sees she isn't wearing underwear.

Carly shrugs her shoulders at his look. "No bra, no panties, no fuss, no
mussŠ" she trails off as her lips once again fasten themselves to his
throat, her hands trailing down his torso to his fly. She undoes his jeans
and cups him through his briefs, rolling him back and forth between her
palms. Jason sucks in a breath and raises his hips to help her get his pants
and briefs off as quickly as possible. He sits back down, his pants and
briefs around his knees. He grabs her hips and raises her up over him. He
pushes inside her in one smooth stroke. They both let out little moans that
are smothered in each others shoulders. Carly places her hands on Jason's
shoulders for balance and raises herself over him, then lets herself fall
back down. She does this again and again, her nails digging into his
shoulders so hard they'll leave marks. Jason threads his fingers through
Carly's hair, pulling her face up to his. He kisses her deeply, his tongue
running along the upside of her mouth, swallowing the moans that came from
somewhere deep inside her. He thrusts his hips up to hers, both of them
moving in a rhythm that grows steadily faster with every thrust.

Jason feels his orgasm coming on and runs one hand down her ribcage to where
she was joined to him. He begins to rub her clitoris back and forth in time
with his thrusts. He feels her tense against him, then scream, her nails
digging so deep into his shoulders they must've drawn blood. Jason grabs her
hips with both hands and pulls her tightly against him. After three more
thrusts he's gone, gasping her name as he rocked his hips against hers,
pleasure rippling through his body.

They sit like that for a few moments, breathing heavily. Carly slowly lifts
her head from its resting place on Jason's shoulder and looks him in the
eye. She glances down at the nail marks that were bleeding slightly. She
gasps then snickers. "Sorry," she says between laughs.

"Hey, is my pain amusing you?" he asks seriously.

Carly tries to control her laughter. "I justŠ I haven't been that out of
control during sex sinceŠ.." she takes in a deep breath, "since the last
time you and me were together." She leans her head down and kisses each
mark, laving them with her tongue. Jason shudders at the sensation and she
feels him twitch inside her, growing hard again. Her eyes smile down at him.
"You always did have incredible stamina."

"You always were an incredible turn on Carly," he murmurs. His entire face
seems to frown. "Are we really doing this because you feel the need to pay a
debt, Carly? Is this about gratitude?"

Carly gives a nervous little laugh, her breasts jiggling delightfully. "I
thought it was when I started it. But now that I've finished it, and want to
do it again, I think it's about want, and need," she whispers huskily into
his ear.

Jason squeezes her butt playfully and she leans back to face him. "Excuse
me, I? You weren't the only one participating in this."

Carly feigns confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't recall your previous
participation. Would you mind giving me further demonstration of it?"

Jason grins rakishly. "How long will Charlie be asleep?"

Carly shrugs. "At least a couple of hours."

Jason runs his hands up her ribs. "Good. Then we've got enough time to get
off to a great start."

Carly smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. "I thought that was a great
start."

"Nope," Jason says with a serious face, "That, my dear, was merely a
prelude," he says, doing a remarkable Cary Grant voice.

Carly arched her brows, reminding herself to ask him later how he did that
great Carey Grant impression. Much later.