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Enjoy
the Silence Author's
Note: I borrowed the title from a Depeche Mode song.
It made me think of Jerry, so … Words,
like violence All
I ever wanted Vows
are spoken All
I ever wanted It'd been a very long day. From the parade of people storming through her office and the brotherly brawl Jax and Jerry had gotten themselves into, to the public announcement of her after hours activities with her ‘bad boy of choice’, all leading to a very exhausting day at work and the arrest of the local mobster’s son…. She was tired of it all. The work, the investigations that led nowhere, an irritating ex-husband / mob attorney that she kept seeing around. She was fed up. Her job was taking the best of her. To top it all, she could not kick him out of her head. Yes, he'd pissed her off today, in more ways than one. His public rant about the quality of their sex life mortified her, even more so because the closest ears were ones of his brother and … ughh … Carly. And still, when she managed to get some quiet time to work, her thoughts ran to the previous night. She finally got out of her office around seven. Of course, she was the last one there. Silence was music to her ears. Walking slowly to the car, she thought about her empty house. Kristina and Molly were at a sleepover with Spencer at Windermere and she was more than ready for a quiet night at home. The only problem was that she didn’t want to spend it alone. She went into her house, grateful that it was empty, and headed for the bathroom. Standing in the shower, water washing the tension away, helped a bit - but it couldn’t wash away the restlessness ripping through her body. As she stepped out of the shower, she took a long look at herself in the mirror. She was still an attractive woman. Yes, there were her scars. But after a long time, that wasn’t what she saw when she looked at herself. She saw a woman who needed to be released from a shell surrounding her. And after last night, all she could do was smile coyly before she picked up the phone. As the phone rang, her mind once again raced back to the previous night. Jerry flew her over the room as she ripped open his shirt. Her mouth was attacking his as he pulled her up, securing the hold of her legs, firmly wrapped around his waist. Her mind was clouded with pent up lust, her body ruled over her, and it wanted to sense Jerry in every way possible. He pushed his tongue deeper down her throat, making her groan. She met his every assault with equal force, and added more to it. They were wild with need. It'd been too long. She ached to be touched by him. All the teasing, flirting, kissing under roulette tables ... this man drove her insane and she couldn't fight it any longer. She didn’t want to fight it. In that moment, after a long time, Alexis decided to put herself and her needs above everyone else’s. The woman inside her body had been neglected for far too long. He answered the phone after the second ring. “Hello, darling, miss me already?” He couldn’t suppress a smile. “How do you feel about visitors tonight?” “In general or you?” ‘Tonight?’ Jerry licked his lips as the thought imposed itself on his mind. “I wasn’t planning on bringing a posse with me, so yes, just me. Disappointed?” “Hardly.” Her tone was edgy. In a good way. She sounded confident, secure, flirty. “Should I dress formal or?” he teased. “If you wish, yes. And Jerry … order dinner. I feel like being pampered tonight.” With that, she was out. “Well Alexis, you’ve got the edge, now better bring it out some more,” she said. She walked over to her closet and smiled, opening it. She would drive him insane tonight. He’d been teasing her for months now, but she'd finally had enough. And she would get her revenge for his public announcement at the PCPD earlier today. He had no idea what he was up against. She took time preparing for the night. After some convincing and a heated discussion with herself, she decided, what the hell, and donned a form fitting black dress that reached just down the middle of her thighs. Spaghetti straps held it from sliding down her lithe form. She smiled wickedly, putting on her final killer blow, four inch black stiletto heels. She was sex on legs and felt better than she had in a long time. At first she pulled her hair up, but decided against it. She wanted every part of her body to feel free tonight. Jerry stepped out of the shower and the droplets of water slid down his body, pooling on the floor. It was the third cold shower he took that day. After she called, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. His body was aching for more of her. His every fantasy during the last months involved her in a way, but after last night he was in physical pain for wanting her. And it’d been a long time since Jerry Jacks met such a … talented woman. She completely blew his mind away last night. “You’ve made up your mind to always be disappointed. You’re convinced that when it comes to romance, nothing beautiful is going to happen to you, but you’re wrong – and I’m going to prove it to you.” He pulled her in for a long sensual kiss, but she soon took control over it, only to leave him gasping for breath as she oh so casually moved away and walked over to the balcony. He fought to regain his composure back as he followed her outside, stopping to pour some more wine into their glasses. “So you think I’ve given it up? Romance?” she asked half seriously, half flirting mercilessly with him. He placed the glass in her hand and she downed it, like the one before. “I think the possibility terrifies you. I see it in your eyes. You’re scared you’ll like being loved, cared for again … because then all bets are off,” he said, his lips a breath away from hers. “You think you know me so well, don’t you?” she asked, bitterness lingering in her voice. “Come here …” he rasped, ignoring her last remark. “Let me make you feel better. No questions. No words. No doubts. Just us.” She remained silent, but inched closer. He pulled her into his arms and slowly claimed possession of her mouth. It may have started gently, but soon she wasn’t holding back anymore. She wanted him, and she was tired of ignoring it. Her hands went under his jacket as she wrapped herself around his firm body, and he was gone. He plundered his tongue deep down her throat, exploring her, feeling every little bit of the glorious mouth he was allowed access to. His hands were doing their own exploration, going low down her back and than even lower. She groaned into his mouth, the thin fabric of her shirt almost burning as she pressed herself more into his embrace. His hand sneaked under it and over her back as his lips descended down her neck. She moaned his name out loud, not able to stop herself. He was losing his mind. The sound of her voice was enough to make him want to bury himself into her that very moment, take her, make her scream his name again and again as he took her there, up against the wall of the balcony they were somehow able to find during these bewildering minutes. But as much as his need was overpowering him, he had to be completely sure that she wanted him as much. He pulled away reluctantly, breathing heavily as he rested both of his palms on the wall behind her. She looked up at him, eyes dark with need. “I want you. Please, let me make you feel good tonight …” “Yes.”
He didn’t hesitate as he picked her up and carried her back
into the room. He heard a knock and walked towards the door. Opening it, he stood face to face with the sexiest and most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on. She soaked in the scene in front of her. Jerry stood there, cocky smile spreading slowly over his face, wearing - a towel. “Is that your idea of formal attire? God, I feel overdressed,” she sighed as she casually stepped beside him and into his suite. He was a step away from drooling. “Oh ... my ... God ..." formed slowly on his lips as she took her coat off, tossing it casually on the sofa. She rested her hands on her hips and eyed him, head to toe, noticing the proof of the effect her entrance made. She was satisfied, and far from letting herself go. She would play with her prey; then let the prey become the hunter and surrender gloriously. There was not a doubt in her mind that this was a man who would know how to rock her world. She just wanted to have her fun first. “Close your mouth, dear,” she said, pushing his chin up with her finger. He grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her close. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked, his eyes washing over her appearance one more time. “You like?” she asked, smiling sheepishly. “Very,” he rasped, melting his mouth with hers the next moment. His hands roamed down her back and he groaned, feeling nothing but the thin dress over her skin. “Good Lord woman, are you trying to kill me …” he said, his hands sneaking under the hem of her dress, but she stopped him. He pulled away, a bewildered look on his face. “Down, boy,” she tossed, as she moved away from him and walked across the room. “You’re joking?” he said, standing in the middle of the room now. “You waltz in looking like …THAT… and I am supposed to behave?” he said, letting his towel fall to the floor. She took in the exquisite sight of him and in the next instant he had her in his arms, backed up against the wall. “I don’t think so. And I don’t think you want it either,” he said. She gasped as he pulled her arms above her head, holding both of her wrists with his one hand, his other arm wrapped firmly around her waist. “God, Jerry…” she moaned, arching her back and letting her head fall back, closing her eyes. They were completely lost in their desire for one another. She could not resist him. Not after last night. Her plan went up in smoke as they stormed to yet another intense release. “Bloody hell …” he struggled to speak still “This … was …” “Ummm-hmmm …” she hummed, still not able to form words. Her fingers sneaked into his hair and pulled him up, slamming her mouth onto his. After a long moment he broke the kiss, gasping for breath. “Thank you,” she said, smiling lightly. “You’re most welcome. But we are far away from a commercial break,” he said, pulling her dress down her body and picking her up. “Whatever happened to foreplay?” she asked as he laid her down on the bed. “It went out the window the moment you walked into this room not wearing your underwear,” he said, his tongue already on a mission and driving her insane. “I did not forget my underwear.” “It’s silk, thin and see-through. Therefore, it’s almost non-existent. Besides, those are irrelevant details, darling,” he said, his arms curling under her body. Not many words were exchanged within the next hour, as they fed their hunger to each other. “You are a revelation,” he managed to say as she smiled, catching her breath. He let out an exhausted groan and smiled back. She rolled over on her stomach, leaned on her elbows and supported her head with her hands. “Do you have any idea how cute you are right now?” he said, observing her position. “I was not going for cute when I got ready to come over here, but I can take that as a compliment also ..." she replied. He lifted his hand and caressed the line of her face with his finger, trailing down and stopping on her bottom lip. “Sexy as hell, sensual, cute and tender all at the same time,” he continued and she felt a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. “And I am very happy you called this evening. I was going mad without you. You are bewitching. And highly addictive.” “What can I say, I get inspired when I’m around a compatible partner,” she answered fully confident. “But …” she inched closer “… if you ever pull a stunt like you did today at the PCPD …” “Yes? What are you going to do to me, darling?” he teased, staring her down equally as she did him. “I’ll just have to reconsider if I wish to repeat our …” she moved her eyes over him “… extra curricular activities.” “Ow, blackmailing me like that … it wounds me.” “I am serious Jerry, I have a reputation as a D.A., and you can’t air out the details of my sex life in my work place.” “Ok. So if I …” he paused, smiling coyly “… behave, than we’re continuing this?” “God help me, but yes …” she said, unable to hide a smile that widened on her face. He pulled her on top of him and planted a long kiss on her lips, lingering, exploring and playing with her. “Mmmmmm,” she sighed as they parted “… you are a very bad idea, Jerry Jacks.” “But you can’t get enough of me,” he added to her words. “True …” she rasped, leaning down, kissing him passionately, while her arms sneaked around his chest. “One more time, and then you’re taking me to dinner …” she mumbled and a laugh escaped from the bottom of his throat, as he rolled her on her back and made love to her again. “Feeling more relaxed now, darling?” he asked, his hand sneaking in her hair. She lay curled on the bed, her head on his stomach. “Much. Thank you for that.” “My pleasure,” he said softly, enjoying just having her beside him. She sat up, observing his face. “I can’t read you,” she finally said, her voice soft. “Is that good or bad?” “I'm not sure …” she answered, moving to stand up. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I think I need a shower,” she said, standing by the bed now. He sat up, a sheepish grin appearing on his face. “I think I have a better idea.” He took her hand and led her to the bathroom. To her surprise, there were a couple of big candles in the corners and on the floor, and a soft flowery aroma lingered in the air. Looking at the vanity, she noticed a bowl of rose petals. “For me?” she asked, turning to face him, unable to hide her surprise. “You said you feel like being pampered tonight. So I arranged something to pamper you with.” “I don’t believe this …” she said, as he walked over and lit the candles. A warm light filled the room as he filled the bathtub, adding the bubbles and the rose petals in the end. She tried to remember the last time a man ‘pampered’ her. It’d been too long. He took her hand and she walked into his arms, locking here eyes with his. “Who are you?” she asked, her fingers sneaking up his chest. “Shhh. No more thinking. Just relax. I told you – I’m good for you. Let me show you just how good.” She lay in the bathtub and he watched her close her eyes and smile. “Join me,” she said softly and extended her arms, her eyes still closed. He sat on the other side and she moved into his arms, resting her back onto his chest. “Is this ok?” he asked, pulling her hair up and securing it with a pin. “You keep surprising me,” she sighed as he rubbed his hands over her shoulders and down, resting at her waist. “Now just close your eyes and relax,” he said, pulling her closer into his arms. He took the washcloth and gently tended to her body, making her melt under his soft and knowing hands. She almost fell asleep, the candlelight and the sweet smell of the roses lulling her into a relaxed state that she hadn’t been in forever. As the bubbles started disappearing, he gently kissed down her neck, and she instinctively turned her head to meet his lips. Lingering, she played with his bottom lip until he lost his patience and hungrily took over, his tongue teasing and playing with hers. She rolled over in his arms and wrapped herself around his body, her hands trailing up and down his chest as he kissed her again, slowly, taking his time. She shivered and he pulled her away softly. “Come, let’s get you out,” he said, standing up and lifted her up from the tub. He dried her skin, then wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and carried her over to the bed. “Lay on your stomach,” he commanded, taking a bottle of lavender massage oil. She sighed contently and did as he asked. He knelt beside her on the bed and slowly, sensually massaged every inch of her skin, easing away every last bit of tension, leaving a trail of kisses to follow the path his hands traveled down. She felt like it lasted forever, and she never wanted it to stop. All she was able to utter were soft moans of evident pleasure. “I assume you like this …” he whispered, finishing this exquisite slow massage with his hands on her shoulders. “This is better than sex,” she mumbled, her face still buried in the pillow. Sensing that his palms stopped moving, she lifted her head and smiled, adding, “Almost.” He exhaled dramatically. “God, you had me worried there for a moment.” She sat up and wrapped herself in his embrace, giving him a long passionate kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder. This newfound intimacy was definitely surprising her, not just for the fact that it was with him, but that it felt so natural. “Am I the only one that thinks this feels so normal?” he asked and she smiled. “No. I was thinking the same thing. You confuse me, in a good way. I can’t put together the persona you appear to be on the outside and who you are with me.” “It’s difficult to find a ‘certain someone’ with whom I can let my guard down. And as it seems, I think I might have found her,” he said, exploring her eyes. “You are good for me, Alexis.” “I don’t know how I feel about all this. The sex is one thing, but this is …” “I know. Let’s just let it happen and see what it is, ok?” She nodded and leaned in, kissing him gently. As she moved back, he placed another short peck on her nose and said, “Well, I think we should have some dinner now. I really want to make love to you again before the night is over, and we need the energy.” “Do you mind if we order in? You see, my lover just pampered me to the point that I don’t want to leave the room until next morning ...” “Your lover? I thought I was your boy toy.” “You were,” she started playfully, making him raise an eyebrow. “But then you spoiled me and took care of me and that made you advance into the next category.” “Well, I really want to discuss the added benefits of this latest … promotion.” “After dinner,” she answered sheepishly and he was out of bed and on the phone in a second, making her chuckle. “Didn’t we take this evening in reverse order?” she asked as they finished their dessert. “If I remember correctly, you gave ME a booty call.” “Do you have to call it like that?” “Oh, yes, I do, when it’s so delightfully true,” he answered winking at her. She rolled her eyes, making him laugh out loud. “Oh, come on, darling, I am not complaining, far from that. I am delighted, and if you want, you can make a habit out of coming to my hotel room in that racy little dress of yours.” She threw a napkin at him, but couldn’t suppress her amusement. “So, do you want to pretend like you want to make small talk or should I just whisk you away and make love to you on the couch right now?” he asked without blinking, reading correctly the tension that was suddenly in the air again. They stood up at the same time. “After last night, I’m really starting to appreciate that couch …” she said, biting her lip and he picked her up, groaning in her neck, making her laugh. They collapsed on the cushions the next instant, both giggling like teenagers. “Darling, are you ticklish?” he asked, moving up, so that he was now sitting on her legs, preventing her to move away. She lifted both of her eyebrows and he got the ‘I just swallowed a canary’ look in his eyes. “Jerry Jacks, I swear, if you try …” He roughly put his palms on the sides of her torso and she arched her back, gasping. “Jerry!” she screamed as her hands went to cover his. “Just try it and there will be consequences,” she said seriously, but that only made him grin wider. “Oh, I've really got you under my control now …” he said as he attacked her. She screamed, giggled, laughed and kicked until she overpowered him and they tumbled down on the floor. He was flat on his back, and she laughed gloriously. “You’re gonna pay for this, I warned you …” she said and her hands attacked him now. As it turned out, Jerry Jacks was more than a little ticklish himself. “Oh, stop, please! I surrender gloriously defeated!” he yelled and she slid the palms of her hands down his torso. “Too bad for you,” she purred “Because I am far from finished with my revenge.” She continued moving her hands down her torturous path, teasing him relentlessly, with a new mission in mind. “You are maddening … this is sheer torture,” he groaned. “Do you want me to stop?” “Don’t you dare …” “I didn’t think so,” she said and continued her task, making him lose his mind, until he was in heaven, his head hitting the floor. “Where … did you … learn … THAT?” he stammered as he tried to regain his breath. “No one … ever … did that … to me … before…” “I have my secrets,” she said, laying her head on his chest. He pulled her up, kissing her shortly, and then collapsed back on the floor. “I can’t move," he concluded and wrapped his arms around her. “Well, that’s what you get when you play with a Cassadine," she said, moving their bodies apart. “You are amazing.” “And a little tired.” “Oh.
Then come here,” he said, moving to stand up. They walked over
to the bed and he climbed in, motioning for her to join him. She
let the robe slide of her shoulders and cuddled next to him, resting
her head on his chest. She fell asleep moments after, but he stayed
awake for a while more. He thought about the woman sleeping in his
arms. She drove him crazy, she made him work for her, made him romance
and seduce her. And she was worth it all, and so much more. This
was definitely more than sex. And after a long time, he didn’t
feel like running away. Actually, he felt just the opposite. He
smiled at this new realization and closed his eyes. Listening to
her steady breathing, he too soon succumbed to his dreams. And they
were, after a long time, pleasant ones.
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