"Hmm?" He took a deep breath and his eyes opened and came to life.

Staring directly at him, she couldn't help the thoughts that raced through her mind. "Have there been a lot of women Jason?"

"What?" he asked, sitting up, now fully awake.

Sitting up beside him, she tugged the blankets over her bare skin and eased onto a pillow behind her. "Have there been many women?" she asked again bluntly.

Jason took a deep breath then turned to her. "There have been women," he said, softly, caressing her jaw with his thumb. His voice dropped even lower if that was possible and his warm breath tickled her ear. He turned her face so she was forced to look into his darkened blues. "But none that mattered. None like you. I was barely a man when I came to work for your father and you know there's been no one since I've worked for him, just a lot of long, long, lonely nights."

Breaking form his grasp, she studied her hands like they fascinated her "You knew you could have had me a long time ago. Why didn't you ever try anything? Or at least go along with all my efforts."

"It wouldn't have been right," he told her softly, taking her hand and twining their fingers together. "If we had been together, there was no way I could protect you like you needed to be protected. It would have been too personal and I would be thinking of you in a way that would make it impossible for me to be distant when we were together. You know how the guards are. Stone faced. Disinterested. I had to think of you as a client or I would have gotten us both killed. I realized I couldn't do it anymore. It wasn't fair to either of us. I love you, Elizabeth," he said, kissing her cheek, then continued, "and I don't care what anyone thinks anymore, not even what the almighty Sonny Corinthos has to say about it."

Elizabeth smiled, then claimed his lips in a long, slow kiss. She settled back against the bed again, bowed her head so she couldn't see his eyes. "Jason, do you think my father really does love me?"

Jason's eyes widened and his heart thumped wildly in his chest. "Of course, why would you ask that?"

"It's just..." She sighed, snuggling into his side, burying her head into his chest so that her chestnut locks tickled his chin.

"Just what?" he coaxed, rubbing her shoulder.

"He didn't even give me his last name. I go by Webber, my mother's name. Jason, my mother's been dead since the day I was born. I have a dead woman's name and no memories of her. No stories to tell my children, nothing but her name. Why wouldn't he give me his name? He's still alive, I could have stories about him. He doesn't love me enough to give me his name," she said emotionally, letting a small sob escape her throat.

"Shh... maybe because it was too dangerous. Your father...he has enemies, people that want to hurt him and would use you to get to him. It's for safety." Running his fingers through her hair, he tried to believe the words he told her, but in all reality he didn't understand the man's actions any better than she did.

"He has bodyguards to protect me around the clock, how could a name make me any less safe. Everyone knows I'm his daughter."

"I wish I knew, Elizabeth. I don't understand the man and I probably never will. When we're married I'll give you my name, if that's what you want," he said softly, kissing the delicate spot below her temple.

Moving away form his chest, she dropped the bed sheet to bare her naked body and all of it's hidden secrets were once again revealed to Jason. "What!? What the hell are you talking about Morgan?"

Trying to concentrate given her present state of undress, Jason lowered his eyes and thus subdued the temptation. "You don't have to take my name, it was just a suggestion."

Crawling into his lap, she caressed his face between her small hands. "No, no I want to. Do you realize what you just said though?"

Finally meeting her eyes, he asked with a slow, sexy smile, "what?"

"Jason, you said when we're married, implying that we would be." Her cheeks flamed red, thinking she'd misunderstood.

"You didn't think I'd let this," he indicated their naked bodies and the dishevelled bedding, "happen and not marry you, did you? I love you Elizabeth and there is no one else in this world I would want as my wife."

"Is that a proposal?" she teased.

"If it is, it's not a very good one," he said playing along.

"It's the best one I've ever heard," she mocked crashing into his chest and kissing him hard knocking the wind out of him. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she watched his eyes flash with desire. "Oh and in case you're still confused, that was a yes." She laughed and he joined her, taking her lips once again.

"What am I going to do with you?" he joked.

"For starters, you can join me in the shower."

This time, he blushed. Slipping out of the bed, Elizabeth grabbed his arm and pulled him to the attached bathroom and turned the water on.

Already naked when the water was at the right temperature they simply stepped in and ducked under the spray. Elizabeth reached for the soap, but Jason was quicker. He lathered up his hands and crouched down. Watching him with curiosity she soon became aware of his intent.

Starting at her tiny feet, Jason washed between her toes and up to her knees. He took the bar and slathered it up her leg, dropping it to the porcelain below and replacing his fingers on her heated skin. Washing her thighs and between, Elizabeth began to shake with anticipation, but he moved to her stomach, even planting a chaste kiss on her belly button, before he filled his hands with her breasts. She arched into him and could feel his obvious arousal against her stomach. Turning her, he washed her back and buttocks and lower thighs. Pressing her body into his, he hissed when she ground against his erection. Soaping up her neck and shoulders, he kissed her there tasting the floral soap against her skin.

Picking up the shampoo, he let the pink liquid ease out of the container, and then replaced it on the shelf. His fingers were like magic as they moved into her hair, lightly scraping her scalp while his teeth dragged over her earlobe and nape. "Jason," she protested when he turned her around and then pushed her into the spray. He faced her smiling widely, and tilted her head so the soap wouldn't get into her eyes; making her mad as hell that he had yet to acknowledge the throbbing erection that she couldn't ignore.

Sliding his hand down her stomach, he was satisfied when she wielded to his touch, shivering as he edged lower. When neither one could stand it for a second longer, he raised her up and let her sink down onto his erection slowly. She took him in at her own pace and it almost killed him with the concentrated effort it took not to push forward.

She rode him long and hard until their breathing was strained and their chests ached for oxygen. On one last thrust, he was spent and she went over the edge, digging her nails into his back and leaving a sting when she pulled away. He didn't seem to mind as he eased out of her and lowered her to the ground. Unsteady on her feet, he held her until she could stand on her own.

Turning the water off, he stepped out first and then helped her, wrapping a large towel around them both. Moving to the bed, they were too exhausted to put clothes on and it seemed a waste of time anyway.

Content in Jason's arms, Elizabeth finally let a little reality into their world. "Maybe you should talk to Johnny."

"Now?" he asked checking the digital clock beside the bed, "It's nearly four a.m."

"He'll be up," she assured him.

"It can wait till morning," he whined, holding her tighter. She looked up at him and gave him the puppy dog face. It was futile to resist. Kissing her before he got out of bed, he dressed quickly, not even bothering with underwear. Halfway to the door, he stopped and walked back to her, leaning down to give her one last kiss. "I won't be long."

Swatting his butt, she laughed. "I'll be waiting."

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The smile that had accompanied him when he left Elizabeth's room, faltered as he made his way downstairs and toward the kitchen.

"I've asked Elizabeth to marry me," Jason said quietly as he entered the kitchen where Johnny was nursing a beer.

Johnny shook his head, not even turning to look at Jason. "He won't approve."

"I don't care what he has to say about it. I'll marry her with or without his permission. What kind of father is he to her anyway? Do you know what she asked me? She wanted to know why that bastard didn't even have the decency to give her his last name. Christ Johnny, he's not a father. I can't get a hold of him half the time, am I really supposed to ask him for her hand?"

"I know Jason," he agreed and then was silent for a very long time. "You love her very much," Johnny stated, tipping the bottle of beer to his mouth and draining the last of it.

"You know I do."

"You better, because if I ever find out you've hurt her, you won't need to worry about him. I'll kill you myself."

"I would never hurt her," Jason said softly.

Johnny stood and placed the bottle on the counter then grabbed another full bottle from the fridge. "See to it that you don't, and don't think I don't know what the two of you were doing up there."

"Johnny, she's an adult."

"I know that, why the hell do you think I'm down here getting drunk?" he scoffed.

"You'll come to the wedding?" Jason smirked, knowing Johnny cared for Elizabeth just as much as he did and would never hurt her in any way.

Johnny tensed and then turned around, letting a slow crooked grin claim his face. "Wouldn't miss it."