In the Corinthos penthouse…

“Show her, Mommy! You have to show her!” Little Michael Corinthos could barely contain himself as he hopped up and down in his living room between his mother and her friend. “Show her my costume!”

“OK, Mr. Man, calm down for a minute,” Carly smiled at her five-year-old as she bent to retrieve the shopping bag that contained Michael’s prized possession of the moment. “I’m gettin’ it.”

“It’s gonna be great, Lizabeth! I have a robe and a wand and a big pointy hat – Mommy, did you get it out yet?”

Elizabeth grinned at the little boy as he resumed his hopping, eager to show off his new Halloween costume. Carly managed to get the outfit out of the white bags and Michael was all over it in a minute, haphazardly pulling the cloak on and setting the hat precariously on his head as his mother and her friend tried their best to suppress their giggles.

“I’m Harry Potter!” he exclaimed, brandishing the little black wand and stretching out his little arms. “Araña exemé! See? I just beat the evil spiders!”

“That you did, sweetheart,” Elizabeth grinned, winking at Carly. “That was very good. I bet you get the most candy on the block!”

“You do?” Michael asked excitedly. “I hope I get lots of Mallomars – they’re my favorite. Ooh, and I bet I’ll get lots of Reese’s cups, too!”

“Yeah, that’s assuming your father lets you eat them,” his mother muttered under her breath, rolling her hazel eyes. “Last Halloween, he got seven king-size Snickers bars and Sonny never let me hear the end of it.”

Elizabeth laughed and shook her head as Michael continued to gallop around the house, vanquishing the Evil Lamp Monsters and vaporizing the Dreaded Remote Control Unit of Doom. Carly watched him with sparkling eyes as he gallivanted around, screaming nonsensical Latin at the top of his lungs and when he narrowly missed a collision with the very expensive stereo system, she finally asked him to stop.

“Why don’t you go upstairs to change into your normal clothes, sweetheart?” she asked, ushering him toward the stairs. “Then you can go to Teddy’s for your little play-group.”

“OK,” he replied dutifully, tripping over the robe a little as he tried to climb the stairs. “Boy, I can’t wait for tomorrow!”

Elizabeth watched as the little red-headed sprout vanished from view and sat back on the arm of one of Sonny’s fat green sofas. “He’s as cute as a button. All he needs is those huge glasses and he’s all set to be Harry Potter.”

“Yeah, we have a pair upstairs somewhere,” Carly agreed. “Other than a few little accessories, his costume’s pretty much done. He’s super-excited; this is his first Halloween with other kids.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah.” The blonde waved a hand absently as she cleared away the bags and moved them to the foot of the stairs. “A bunch of his little friends are coming over early in the evening tomorrow and they’re going to trick-or-treat around Harborview Towers. Then they’re going to Teddy’s for some more trick-or-treating with his mom and a little slumber party.”

“Aw,” Elizabeth cooed, crinkling her nose. “Cute.”

“Isn’t it?” Carly was grinning as she made her way back to the couch. “Sonny’s a little uneasy about it, but I just keep telling him that this is the age. Michael should get to have some fun once in a while. Plus, Teddy’s mom is one of the few I’ve met that doesn’t really care about what Sonny does.”

“That’s good,” the brunette murmured sagely, knowing how important it was for Michael to have at least some semblance of normality in his life.

“Yeah,” Carly agreed, crossing her arm over a pillow and idly watching her friend. A long silence lapsed, stretching between them like a blanket, and still Carly didn’t take her eyes off Elizabeth. The brunette grew increasingly uncomfortable and blushed a little under her gaze until she was finally unable to stay silent.

“What?”

Carly’s hazel eyes glittered at the small victory and a wicked grin made her glossed lips curl. “So?”

“So, what?”

“So, are you and Jason planning on doing something special tonight?” Carly couldn’t seem to wipe the Cheshire-Cat-grin off her face as she watched Elizabeth squirm.

“Gee, you mean the same ‘something special’ that we’ve been doing every night since I moved in with him?” the brunette asked wryly, brushing her bangs out of her eyes.

The mischievous light in Carly’s eyes dimmed. “What? Nothing? Still nothing?”

“Nope.”

“Jesus,” the blonde exploded, punching the pillow she held once with agitation. “Sonny, Michael and I were out of town for all of last week – and still that moron didn’t try anything? Ugh.” She shook her head with disgust. “Numb-nuts.”

Elizabeth was powerless to suppress the dry chuckles that escaped her as Carly heaped insults on her best friend. “Yeah, well.”

“Well, you know what this means, of course,” the blonde replied airily, settling back on the couch with new purpose gleaming in her hazel eyes.

Elizabeth knew better than to trust that look. “What?” she asked, arching one slender brow. “Do I even want to know?”

Carly ignored what she had come to refer to as Elizabeth’s prudish nature. “You’re going to have to seduce him, Muffin – that’s all there is to it.”

The brunette’s doe-like sapphire orbs nearly popped out of her head. “Se-Seduce him? Oh, no, oh, no, no, no – Carly, you’re kidding. I could never do that!”

“Why not?” Carly asked in a tone that wouldn’t tolerate any excuse. “You’re a woman, aren’t you? And he’s a man? The math’s real simple from where I’m sitting. Bat your lashes, shake your ass a little, and that man will be a puddle of goop on the floor.”

The brunette had long ago buried her burning face in her hands, trying to shake Carly’s words out of her head. “God, you’re vulgar.”

“Quit blushing, Muffin,” Carly scolded, wagging a finger at her. “You know it’s forbidden in my company. Now, on to business – how are we going to do this?”

“Do you realize how scary it is that you just used the pronoun ‘we’ when you referred to this seduction bit?” Elizabeth asked pointedly. “Seriously, Carly – people already talk-“

“Oh, shut up,” the blonde tossed back good-naturedly. “And just listen to me, okay? Take it from me, Princess – if you follow my guidelines, there won’t be a man on earth that can walk away from you.”

“Wonderful – I’m getting romantic tips from the woman that used to anonymously schtup my boyfriend every night in a dirty bar,” Elizabeth groused, pouting as she sank back into the cushions. “Doesn’t this seem just a little too hill-billy-ish for you?”

“Do you want to land him or not?” Carly asked in annoyance. “Because if you’d rather sit around and hurl insults, I’d be more than happy to bring up a certain-“

“Okay,” Elizabeth agreed. “What is your plan, O Wise and All-Knowing Leader?”

“That’s more like it,” the blonde smiled happily. “Here’s what I’m thinking; it’s all really quite simple – even an insipid little Muffin like you should have no problem keeping up.” She annoyed Elizabeth’s huff of irritation and glanced up at the stairwell. “We’re going to go drop Michael off at his little play-group and then me and you are going to go shopping.”

“For what?” Elizabeth asked as she felt herself being pulled under by the allure of Carly’s plan. It was no secret that whatever the blonde stuck her hand in ended in trouble, but it was worth a shot, especially since Carly was definitely the kind of woman that knew what she was talking about in this situation.

“For a Halloween costume, of course,” the blonde grinned back cheekily. “For you.”
 

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Trick or treat!”

Jason Morgan was all grins when Michael and his little friends pounded down his door on their continuous quest to find candy. Elizabeth grabbed the candy bowl as soon as she heard them approaching and took her time cooing over all the adorable costumes. And then Jason got to stand next to her with his arm slung lazily around her tiny waist as she handed out candy and finished up her cooing. Michael and his friends left laden down with chocolate and extremely happy and before long the next batch of sugar-grubbing ankle-biters arrived and Jason got to repeat the whole routine over again.

When the rush died down, Elizabeth excused herself to shower before bed, leaving him alone downstairs. He shot pool for a little while and then retired to the couch with an old book. Jason could hear her shower running upstairs and after a long while he heard her shut it off. But still Elizabeth remained in the bathroom, and it wasn’t until a half-hour had passed that he heard her come out and clomp around upstairs.

Giving up on his reading, Jason tossed the book onto the coffee table and ascended the steps to join her. She was already dressed in her pajamas – long track pants and a t-shirt that let him know quite effectively that he didn’t have a chance in Hell of getting any tonight – and was blow-drying her silky chestnut hair.

Jason wandered into his office and arranged some important documents in their appropriate folders for his meeting with Sonny and Benny the following afternoon and before long, Elizabeth joined him in there. They talked for a little while – meaningless chatter, used more for an excuse to spend some time together rather than anything else.

And then it was late and time for bed. He walked her back to her bedroom like he did every night, pausing at the threshold to kiss her sweetly. As always, her slender arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him close as her lips caressed his. Elizabeth snaked her tongue out of her mouth and parted his lips effectively, pulling him deeper into the kiss. She was going to give him a chance to redeem himself here; if he failed the test, she was going to go ahead with the plan and ambush him. And mercy would not factor into the equation at all.

Rising on her toes to meet him, she took her time exploring his mouth while slowly and subtly drawing him into the room. If she could get him inside, that meant that she could get him to stay. But just as she was making ground, Jason pulled back, breathing heavily and resting his forehead tenderly against hers. And then he kissed her chastely once more before withdrawing to his own bedroom and closing the door behind him.

“Oh, that does it,” Elizabeth fumed under her breath, kicking her door shut with her foot and getting ready to go to work. “He’s in for it now.”

It took her no time to locate the shopping bags from the previous day’s excursion with Carly, and soon the contents of the white bags lay in a heap on her bed and Elizabeth was ready. The trip yesterday had been fun – mortifying, but fun. Carly had cracked dirty joke after dirty joke, relentless in her crusade to break Elizabeth of the tiresome habit of blushing. And after scurrying from feminine boutique to feminine boutique, they finally had everything that Carly said she needed.

Elizabeth quickly untied the drawstring to her favorite pajama bottoms and wiggled her hips, letting the soft fabric cascade to the floor and form a puddle around her ankles. She kicked it away and stripped off her t-shirt.

Next, she reached for a silky scrap of fabric that lay on the bed – red satin panties that she had seen and had instantly known that she had to own them. She shimmied the delicate scrap of satin up her legs and let it sit low on her narrow hips. Next came the piece that Carly had picked out herself, claiming that it was the ultimate weapon of choice.

Elizabeth’s slender fingers closed around the strap of a red tank top that matched her panties and was constructed entirely of lace. And not just any old lace – lace with extremely large holes. A wicked smile tugged on her lips as she discarded her bra and slipped into the tank top, pulling the lace so that the opaque patches covered strategic areas on her upper body. It molded to her delicate curves like a glove and highlighted the graceful curve of her back and the modest swell of her firm breasts.

She smoothed her hands over the fabric and turned so she could see herself in the mirror. The reflection that stared back pleased her, and Elizabeth spent a couple of minute posing playfully for herself. The lace left just enough to the imagination while the satin panties felt incredible.

Elizabeth pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and let the straight chocolate hair cascade down to her shoulders. She swished it out a bit, fluffing it with her fingers, and was very pleased with the end result. Next came the makeup. Waltzing over to her bureau, Elizabeth cackled wickedly when she let herself think ahead to what poor Jason was in for tonight. Served old Numb-Nuts right.

It took her only a moment to darken her eyes with black eyeliner and mascara, creating a smoky contrast with the smooth alabaster skin of her face. She glossed her lips carefully, going for a wet and shiny look rather than ordinary matte. Her porcelain skin was dewy and soft from her shower, and Elizabeth quickly smoothed a creamy lotion over her bare arms and legs.

She twirled around and sauntered over to the closet with a little swish in her step, searching for the spiky red heels she knew she owned. It didn’t take long to locate them and Elizabeth was soon seated on the bed, pulling them on and cinching the delicate strap. She stood up carefully and studied herself in the mirror, paying attention to every little detail.

The shoes were kicked off as soon as her gaze drifted to her feet and Elizabeth pulled a bottle of sparkly red nail polish out of her night table, applying two coats to her toes and her fingernails before putting her spiked heels on again.

She stood, completely satisfied, and reached for the last two items on the bed. Armed and ready, Elizabeth flicked her lights off and stepped into the hall, ready to give an unsuspecting Jason Morgan the surprise of his life.

~*~*~*~*~*~

A knock on his door pulled Jason out of his deep state of concentration. A manila folder lay open on the bed next to him and the enforcer had been reviewing some documents. Surprised by the urgent noise, Jason quickly placed the reports back in the folder and dropped it on top of his dresser on the other side of the room before going to see what was going on.

The carpet tickled his bare toes as he strode toward the door, dressed only in his black sweatpants, and pulled the knob open easily with one large hand. The sight on the other side of the door was one that made his heart skip two beats in a row, and Jason was powerless to prevent his jaw from dropping to the floor.

Elizabeth Webber, dressed in a long red silken cape and wearing a cute little headband of devils’ horns, stood cheekily in the hall, giving him such a sultry look that he had to swallow roughly before he could speak.

In the end, she beat him to it. Those full, glossed lips of the most sinful crimson color parted on a wicked grin, and her sapphire orbs dazzled with delight when she spoke. “Trick or treat.”

Jason’s eyes were glued to her nimble form, taking in the way the silken fabric dipped and curved with her body, the smooth creamy calves peeking out underneath, the sparkly nail polish and the wicked heels that filled his mind with naughty thoughts. When he spoke, his voice was as rough as sandpaper. “I don’t have any candy.”

Her grin grew, and Elizabeth could scarcely believe what she was about to do. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and her heart fluttered when she saw Jason’s stormy eyes follow its movement. Bringing one hand up slowly, Elizabeth paused for effect. “That’s okay.” Her fingers quickly undid the string at the top of the cloak with one good tug, and the robe slipped easily off her shoulders and fell to the floor, revealing her lace-and-satin ensemble underneath to his bewildered and hungry gaze. “You’ve got something else I want.”

All the blood in Jason’s body raced south as soon as his eyes fell upon what the brunette beauty wore underneath the seemingly chaste cloak. A lace top that clung to her feminine curves and gentle swells and offered teasing glimpses at the alabaster skin underneath, and the satin panties that…woah.

He could only gape, entirely stupefied, as Elizabeth’s sapphire orbs glittered and she stepped into the room, gently shutting the door behind her. The single click echoed through the room like a gunshot when her small hand found the suddenly burning flesh of his chest, and Jason’s heart raced under her palm as she pulled him down to her slowly, the seductive gleam in her eyes letting him know exactly what she had come for tonight.

Her soft lips found his and her hands smoothed up the hard muscles on his chest, and Jason’s body reacted immediately. His muscles tightened, clenching almost to the point of pain, when Elizabeth boldly stepped closer and gently molded her soft body to his. If the obvious evidence of his arousal surprised her, she didn’t show it, choosing instead to part her lips and invite him to plunder the sweet recesses of her mouth.

Jason took the invitation without further coaxing and sprang into action, fisting one hand in her silky mane of chocolate hair and using his grip to gain leverage and tilt her head back, deepening the kiss. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and her fingers speared through his hair as Elizabeth arched her back and flattened her breasts against the hard plane of his chest. Jason groaned and possessively claimed the small of her back with his broad hands, tugging her against him firmly and rocking his hips gently against hers.

She gasped when she felt the entire length of his arousal, and a fire began to blaze low in her belly. Jason’s wandering fingers dislodged her headband, and the horns fell to the carpet with a soft thud. With his arm still wrapped around her tiny waist, he steered them backwards toward the bed. Elizabeth’s hands roamed his chest eagerly, and Jason sucked in a harsh breath and cursed when her thumb and forefinger closed around the peak of his nipple.

Growling low in his throat, the enforcer broke the kiss and trailed hot, lingering, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and her throat. Elizabeth gasped when his lips closed and he suckled, marking her as his own, and pushed him back again. The bed was only a few paces away when Jason boldly dropped his roaming hands to cup her bottom and hoisted her a short length up his body. Elizabeth’s lips fused with his and the slender brunette wrapped her legs around his waist as Jason turned around evenly and dropped her onto her back on the king-sized bed.

He pulled back and stared down at her, panting with desire when the heat radiating from her center warmed him through his sweatpants, and Elizabeth blushed slightly under his heated gaze. It was no secret that she wanted him – she wouldn’t have been able to hide it if she tried to. But the relief came from the knowledge that he wanted her, too. She didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about anymore.

Jason gazed down at her hungrily, his cerulean eyes stormy and dark, and his callused palm swept up her creamy right thigh. Elizabeth squirmed under his tender ministration, letting out a sharp gasp when his thumb skimmed achingly close to her throbbing center. Jason treated her to a sinister smirk and leaned down to brush his lips against hers. Elizabeth arched up off the bed, seeking to capture his mouth with hers, but he resisted and let his hand linger briefly and teasingly over the silky material of her panties before flattening against her taut stomach.

She wrapped her slender leg around his, letting the golden hairs tickle her smooth skin, and Jason swore darkly under his breath when the spiked heel of her sinful red shoes dug into his calf. His breathing was ragged as he leaned down to capture one pert nipple in his mouth and lash it with his tongue through the red lace, seeking to punish her. Elizabeth’s fingers instantly raked through his untamed golden spikes as she writhed and moaned underneath him, arching off the mattress and pushing herself further into his hot mouth.

His hand strummed her other breast, rolling and tweaking the nipple between his thumb and index until Elizabeth was trembling and weeping with need. Jason pulled back and studied his work, the wet patch of lace stretched across her sensitive peak, and blew gently. Elizabeth’s nails scored his shoulder at the suddenly cool contact of his breath against the heated area, and Jason captured her lips with his and laughed roughly into her mouth.

Unable to take it any longer, he inched his fingers under the red lace tank that taunted him so, sweeping his calloused fingertips over her smooth baby-soft skin, tickling her ribs and teasing the generous underswells of her firm breasts. Elizabeth reached down between them and wrapped her small hand around his rigid shaft through the black sweatpants, and Jason’s arms threatened to buckle. She continued to tease him, pumping him gently and rubbing him through the soft black fabric.

Swearing darkly and losing his control, Jason stripped the tank top off her body with one swift motion, not even blinking when the flimsy material tore, and flung it away from the bed. Elizabeth’s sharp gasp echoed through the room as his mouth met her soft skin, brutally devouring her. He nipped and sucked and bit, lashing out at her with his tongue and rasping his teeth over her tight bud.

“You should have known when you dressed up like the devil-“ His voice was rough as sandpaper as he pulled her into his mouth completely and sucked hard to the point of pain. “-that you’d be playing with fire.”

Her laughter was throaty and desperate, turning into a moan as he twisted her puckered bud in his large hand. Backing off, Jason trailed hot, wet kisses down her smooth, taut stomach, whispering in the hollows between her ribs and tickling her bellybutton with his tongue, and Elizabeth fisted her hands in his short golden spikes. Jason’s laughter rasped over her silky skin when the brunette writhed beneath him, scraping her nails against his scalp, and he kissed her belly once more before making it to his intended destination.

His finger hooked under the red satin of her panties and the enforcer tore the silky scrap away, eager to taste what she had underneath. Elizabeth’s sharp cries rang out in the darkened master bedroom when Jason’s tongue met her swollen skin, sweeping over the length of her slit. Her hips arched off the bed but Jason’s strong hands kept her in place, pinning her down as he bent his head and went to work.

He teased for a moment, playing with her, whispering his lips and ragged breath over the soft and swollen skin, and Jason reveled in the little moans and whimpers Elizabeth let out as she clung to his hair, writhing beneath his mouth. And the enforcer had never heard dirtier language from a woman’s mouth than when he thrust his tongue inside her sweet, wet caverns – the brunette damn near had his ears turning pink.

He drank her in, lashing her with his tongue and making her scream his name over and over until it bled into a hazy chant in the background, and then her ecstasy was upon her. She came with a sharp cry, screaming out his name and a few words that would be forever burned in his memory, and Jason pressed one more kiss to the center of her trembling body before pushing himself up on his elbows and letting his lips wander back to hers.

But Elizabeth was slowly recovering from the intensity of her passion, and the brunette wasn’t about to let him get by with the ‘smooth and slow’ method. With a soft, throaty moan, she grabbed his face and kissed him hard, biting his lips and letting her tongue clash with his, until Jason couldn’t breathe. She tasted herself in his mouth, and her tiny tongue wiped away every last trace of her release. Jason grunted when she thrust her hips against his, grinding herself against him, and pushed at his shoulders.

He obliged her by flipping them over so that his back rested against the mattress, and was treated to a completely naked straddling his enormous erection. Her face was flushed, her hair mussed and in her eyes, and she had never looked more beautiful. Jason moaned when she lowered her head to suckle on his neck, gently and torturously branding him as her own before moving lower, biting at his peaks and placing hot kisses all over his strong chest.

“Lift your-“

She didn’t have the chance to finish her command because Jason pushed himself up off the bed and grabbed her brutally for a savage kiss, quickly slipping off his boxers so that no barrier existed between her sweaty skin and his. Muscle against muscle, skin against skin – they fought for control, for passion, for relief. She clawed at his back, forcing him back on the mattress as she rocked her bare center against his free erection, rubbing herself up and down his rigid length.

With a guttural moan, Jason threw his head to the side, his eyes clenched against the pillows, and his right arm reached out blindly for the condoms he kept in the drawer of his nightstand. Elizabeth’s hands were planted on his chest as she positioned herself directly above him, and as soon as he managed to sheath himself with trembling hands, the brunette slid him a heart-stoppingly sultry look and impaled himself on his shaft without further ado.

Jason latched onto her hips, guiding her up, his face contorted as her incredible warmth seared him straight to the bone. Elizabeth threw her hair out of her face and captured her lips with his as she slammed down on him again. Jason growled into her mouth, grabbing onto her nimble body and trying to seize control of their frenetic pace.

Elizabeth extended her arms over his head and latched onto the headboard like a lifeline, continuing the long, hard strokes. Jason was moaning her name in a frantic, out-of-control voice she had never heard him use, and Elizabeth knew she was frighteningly close. That man could send her toppling over the edge just by using his voice to whisper deliciously naughty things in her ear.

Sensing her imminent climax, Jason quickened the pace and sought his own release. He pistoned in and out of her, pounding into her delicate frame like a man possessed. Elizabeth was gripping the headboard so hard that her knuckles turned white, and her eyes were half-closed from the intensity of the pleasure that was washing over her. Her beautifully flushed face was the last thing Jason saw before the climax seized them both, enveloping them in white-hot heat that instantly consumed their bodies as they danced in a ring of fire.

Elizabeth collapsed on top of him, her sweat mingling with his, and Jason wrapped his arms tightly around her. He was still inside of her and didn’t want to move – not that he could have if he had tried. Her hair was fanned out across his chest, cool and damp across his burning skin. Jason stroked the chocolate silk gently as his heart thundered under her temple, and after a long moment the brunette beauty began to stir in his arms.

Jason’s smile was one of utter and complete satisfaction when she lifted her head and peered down at him, and Elizabeth blushed even more at the shameless way he was eyeing her, even going so far as to shift so that she could feel him harden inside her.

One hand settled on the smooth curve of her bottom as the enforcer pulled her closer, his eyes twinkling as he brushed his lips against hers.

“Nice tricks, Webber.”

“And the treats weren’t half bad, either.”