" Well, Julie. Happy freedom."

Julie Devlin was walking barefoot around the sitting room in her suite at
the
Port Charles Hotel. She had booked this room as a celebration for her and
Frank. A Celebration of ' their love' against the world.

Julie took a swig of the bottle of champagne.

'Their love'.

What a fucking joke.

Her and Frank. The man she thought she knew. That she knew who he was and
that
their love could get them through anything. Thinking about Frank and getting
back to him and their life was what kept her going through those nights in
jail. When the cell walls figured like they would close in on her, all she
could think about was Frank and loving him. And the day that he would bring
her back to work. The medicine and Frank kept her going.

Until earlier tonight.

She had gotten into a fight with Courtney. She had told Courtney that she
agreed with Frank that she and Neil should get out. Courtney's response?

" I know why you want me to leave. Because, you're jealous of me and Frank."

" Excuse me?"

" Yes, Ms. Priss just sprung from jail. You've been cooped up, so now you
need
to bully someone else. And, you're picking on me."

" Picking on you? You're a leech, Courtney. A mooch. A loser. Frank is so
right that you're disgusting to boot. The free ride is over."

" Frank thinks I'm disgusting? Where did you get that idea, Jules?"

" Oh, please. Anyone who knows Frank knows that he can't stand you."

" Oh, yeah. Well, that's the game Frankie and I've been playing. Tell me
Jules, you've been home for awhile. Has Frank stolen you away, so that the
two
of you can get a quickie?"

" You are so foul." Julie gets up and attempts to walk away, but, Courtney
grabs her arm.

" Not so fast. I didn't think so. The reason why Frank hasn't nailed you
yet,
is because he was nailing me."

" WHAT?"

" That's right. He was nailing me. We've been having a good time since
you've
been away."

" That's a lie. Frank loves me."

" Yeah. Well, you were locked up and he needed someone."

" This is so ridiculous. You are such a liar and a tramp. It will be a
pleasure to throw you out. "

Courtney walks over to the closet and pulls out the videocamera. " If I'm
such
a liar, then, what is this!"

Courtney rewound the tape and Julie saw on the playback screen Frank and
Courtney on HER bed, having wild sex. Julie knew that it had been this
afternoon, AFTER she had been released, because Frank was wearing initially,
the jacket that she had gotten him as a present.

Through her tears, Julie saw Courtney's triumphant grin at her.

" I can show you others. You know your bed really got a workout while you
were
away."

Julie slapped Courtney and ran out of the house, but, not before telling
Frank
to go to hell.

The image of Frank in that Jacket. That jacket that she had Alex Garcia get.

Alex Garcia.

When all this hell began, Julie thought of Garcia as the anti-Christ. She
thought that he was just out to get her. There he was, at every turn,
seeming
intent on pinning all these murders on her. How she had hated him so. Her
own
personal Nazi.

But, then, that day in the interrogation room happened. He came in to tell
her
that he had found things on Eve that pointed to her being the killer and
that
he thought that possibly Julie was innocent. It was first time, she thought,
that either one of them, thought that the other was human.

>From that day on, Alex would visit her and tell her of his progress in the
case. As he became completely convinced of her innocence, his visits became
more and more frequent. He would tell her, no matter how small the lead,
about
what he was doing. Then, he would bring her little things, here and there,
that would make the time pass faster. She didn't know when it had happened,
but, she began to look forward to his visits. She had thought that she was
silly asking him to get Frank a jacket. She thought she sounded like a silly
debutante, but, he was as genuine with her as anyone had ever been.

Julie was drinking from the bottle while sitting on the couch when she heard
a
knock on the door. She ignored it. The knocking continued.

" Go away, Frank."

" Julie, it's not Frank. It's Alex Garcia."

Garcia. Julie didn't even know why, but, before she knew it, she had opened
the door to find a very wet Alex Garcia.

" Garcia, what are you doing here?"

" I went by the Scanlon house and they said you weren't there. I was getting
some wierd vibes, so I knew that there was more to it. I called around, and
people, well, they still notice you."

" Of course. Everyone knows the GH Killer."

" Julie, that isn't you. That's Ramsey."

" But, it doesn't stop them from staring.", Julie said bitterly. She turned
away from Garcia.

" Well, I guess you want to be alone. I didn't want to bother you. I was
just.....concerned."

" Garcia, don't. Don't go. You're all wet."

" I'm a grown man. It's just water. Nothing fatal."

" Please. We can send your coat, shirt and jacket to be cleaned. Are your
pants."

" Miraculously, they're nearly bone dry, except for the cuffs."

" You see,", Julie said pointing towards the table which had been stacked
with
endless amounts of food for the celebration that Julie had planned for her
and
Frank., " That there's enough to eat."

Garcia laughed. " Yeah. I see. " He shakes his head. " I don't want to be a
bother."

" Will you stop being do damn noble and take those wet things off."

" Yes, Ma'am!", Garcia said after a salute to Julie. He takes off his coat,
jacket, shirt and tie. Julie didn't want to, but, she nearly blushed when
Garcia's finely chisled chest came from under that shirt. In order to get
her
mind off it, she told him in a rush, " Don't you think you should get those
shoes and socks off too?"

" Yep." He took them off in a hurry and was just standing there in his pants
trousers. They both laughed at the situation. Julie noticed once again what
a
terrific smile he had. She took the clothes and put them in a bag and then
called downstairs for the bellboy to come and collect them. It was just
moments before there was the knock on the door and she handed over the
laundry
to him. He told her that it would be a couple of hours at the very least.
After getting rid of him, Julie turns to Garcia, who's just standing there,
with a small bag in his hand.

" What's that?", Julie said, pointing to the bag.

" I did a little shopping earlier and got this CD. Would you like to dance?"

" Me? Dance?"

" Come on."

" What's the music?"

" The soundtrack to 'Dance With Me'. Lots of good beats. We can salsa ."

" Salsa? I don't know how."

" There's not a better time to learn."

Garcia moved the furniture so that there was an wide open space for them to
dance. He put on the CD and Julie felt the beat. She watched Garcia who was
dancing with himself. She watched the fancy footwork.

" I can't do that."

" Sure you can." Garcia grabbed her into his arms and said, " Just follow my
lead."

And, Julie did just that. He was so graceful. So elegant. Even though he was
doing all the work, Julie just felt herself melt into his arms. They danced
all around the room. The beats were fast and moving, She felt herself give
over to the rhythm of the music and just the fun of it all. The music went
on
for about an hour. And, then, after dancing non-stop, and raising the
excitement level, there was finally a slow song at the end. Julie could feel
his hesitation and cut it immediately when she put her head on his shoulder.

Alex Garcia didn't know what was going on with him. He didn't know why he
was
here. Why it had been so important to him that he found Julie Devlin
tonight.
At first, he thought she was just a spoiled brat. Then, she was an irritant.
Everytime that they were going to clash, Garcia had found himself looking
forward to their clashes. He loved the spitfire in her. She fought him,
protesting her innocence. He had thought she was guilty. Had dedicated
himself
to taking her down. When she got arrested, he patted himself on the back for
getting a rich girl who thought she was too smart to be caught, behind bars.
Then, once she was on trial , and things looked bad, other evidence came to
light. And, Alex had to decide what was more important: being right or
justice. Once the crack formed, he followed the clues and it led him to
Chris
Ramsey. Coming to tell Julie that he had caught the killer, he remembered
the
little shock he had gotten when she took his hands in excitement to know
that
she was going to be free. He had tried to repress it, and thought he had.
But,
standing here now, holding her in his arms, he really didn't know what to
do,
so, he just closed his eyes and held her.

Once the song ended, Julie didn't move. Alex didn't know what to do. She was
going on as if the music hadn't stopped, so, then he did the same.

Julie didn't know what was happening. There was so much swirling inside of
her. The hurt and humiliation from Frank. Courtney laughing at her. The
indignation that Ramsey's frame up had done to her. She didn't know what to
do. This moment was the safest she had been in months. It was the happiest
she
had been in months. There was something about Alex Garcia that just made her
feel good. And, feeling good is what she wanted most of all. Of course, she
didn't know how he felt, if he felt anything at all. But, if all she suffers
from now is a little humiliation, what the hell is that compared to the hell
that was her life the past few months. Julie slowly lifts her head from his
shoulder and begins to plant little kisses on his chest.

In the beginning, Alex was shocked. And, then, he stopped trying to think
about the situation, and was just feeling it. Julie kissed all over his
finely
chisled torso, raising her hands up and down his back. Alex moaned as her
hands turned into claws and began digging into his back. Julie worked her
way
up his chest to his neck . Once at his neck, she was all over it and moved
in
to press her body up against his. She could feel his erection growing
through
the bulge in his pants. She stopped when she got to his face. They both
looked
at one another and then Alex lowered his lips to hers. He began to nearly
devour her. Julie was shocked at his intensity. Their tongues began to
explore
one another. The full lips of Alex's on hers, was an experience that Julie
hadn't had. She didn't know where or when Alex would stop with his teasing
of
her.

As they were kissing, Alex was moving Julie back up against the wall of the
hotel room. Once he saw that her back was close, he made sure that his hands
reached to the back of her dress and unzipped it. She then stepped out of
it,
all the while taking down his pants. Once his pants were off, she smiled at
him.

" Boxers"

" Of course.", he said, while leaning down to capture her erect nipple in
his
mouth. He was doing a combination of licking and sucking that was driving
Julie crazy.

But, not too crazy that she wasn't using her hand to find his erection and
free it into her hands. Once she got ahold of his shaft, she began to rub it
as if she wanted it to catch fire. The rapidity of her movements got Alex to
stop to moan. His dick felt like it was burning, so hot were her hands. He
knew that he wanted it in her. He reached over and tore off her flimsy silk
panties. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. She could
feel
the wall scrape her back with every thrust. Alex only knew that he wanted
her.
It felt so good to be inside her. He thrusted more and more till the both of
them screamed out as they came together.

Once they both came back to reality, they just stayed there, in that
position,
both sweating profusely. Alex gingerly kissed Julie and she responded.

" I...I don't know what to say.", Julie said quietly.

" I do." Alex kisses her. " I've wanted you for awhile.I still do." Alex
kisses her again, picks her up and moves them into the bedroom. Once there,
he
gently places her on the bed and gets in beside her.

" God, you're beautiful.", he says, as he caresses her face. " I want to get
to know every inch of you."

He proceeds to turn her over on her stomach, and, beginning with the back of
her heels, he touches, gently strokes, then kisses every inch of her. Moving
up the calf, then to the thigh. He caressed the cheeks of her ass before
kissing them, and then worked his magic on her back. By the time Alex got to
her shoulderblades, where he both nibbled and kissed, Julie thought she was
going to go out of her mind. He pulled her head over her shoulder back to
him,
and devoured her with his tongue. He moves to her ear, nibbling it, while
slipping his hand underneath her to rub on her breasts. Julie did
nothing,but
close her eyes and feel whatever part of his body was touching her and
putting
her on fire: his tongue on everything from her mouth to her ear, his hand on
her breast, rubbing an achingly erect nipple, the half of his body that was
covering her backside, including an erection that was rubbing against her
ass.
Julie just wanted him. He lifted himself off her and turned her over on her
back. She didn't open her eyes, but, just did whatever his hands and body
commanded her too.

She didn't feel him near her and wondered about the inaction, until she felt
those lips on her inner thigh. The mere thought of them getting to her mound
made Julie moan. But, Alex didn't oblige. She felt him getting closer as he
went up her right innerthigh. Right when she thought he would go to her
mound,
he shifted and began up her left thigh. He kissed and licked her until he
got
to her pussy. Julie felt his nose sniffing her and then she felt his mouth
gently kissing her.He then thrust his tongue inside. She was so wet, as he
had
thought. He lapped his tongue around for a bit, savoring her juices. He
withdrew and went up to kiss her, so that she could taste herself.

Julie felt him enter her. He did with ease. Alex took his strokes, nice and
slow. But, Julie didn't move. She didn't respond. He wondered what was going
on. He was going to get upset, until he realized that she wanted it to be
his
call. She wanted to savor every moment, and participation on her part would
hasten the process. So, Alex obliged. He took his time, thrusting in and out
in a slow, long rhythm. A rhythm, that after a few minutes, brought a
contiuous stream of moans from Julie, to the point where she thrust her hips
up to his. She followed his lead and was rocking to meet him. They both took
one another into a motion of push and thrust, where they were pushing the
limits.Both feeling the electricity whenever an unintended part of the body
touched the other. They took this slow continuous rhythm right up until the
end, unwilling to give into the force of the passion and desire that wanted
them to speed it up. All the pent up reserve of passion came through in a
shattering climax that shook both of them to their cores. As Alex released
himself into Julie, she let forth a scream of life from her.

They lay entangled in one anothers arms and legs, immediately falling asleep
and failing to hear the bellboy when he returned with the dry cleaning.