Title: Perfect Strangers
Author: Lauren
Feedback: swingler16@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Category: Romance/Slight Angst/Alternate Reality/Rape/Drama
Type: WIP
Summary: Courtney Quartermaine has everything she's ever wanted: a good husband, family and friends who love her, a well-paying job, and a good home. Then she meets Jason Morgan. They start a relationship, but it's strictly physical. When she learns a major secret about her family, will her feelings for Jason change?

Jason Morgan was driving around on his motorcycle, trying to get that image out of his head. That image of Elizabeth at his penthouse, trying to get him to go back to her. Then he saw her. A beautiful blonde with the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen. She got off the bus in front of him and stood there like she was confused. She looked to the left then to the right like she was crossing the street. Then she just started running. She definitely looked like she needed help, so he parked his bike. He got off of it and waited for her to stop. He walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. She turned around and before he knew it, he was flipped over and lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Courtney Quartermaine, FBI!" She shouted, shoving her badge in his face. She studied the man she had just pinned to the ground, then laughed loudly. "Jason Morgan, famous mobster."

"That...would be me," he groaned.

"I thought you were supposed to be one of the toughest. And here you are, on the ground. You just got your ass kicked by a girl."

"I guess I did. How do you know me?"

"Oh please. You've been arrested a thousand times at least. I work for the Feds. How do you think I know you?"

"Okay, okay. Now can I have a little help here?" He stretched out his hand and seeing that she wasn't really in the mood to help, he struggled to get up himself. He was halfway up, and then was back on the ground in seconds with her heel digging into his chest. "Ow...Um, you're hurting me. Really hurting me."

"Good. Now tell me what the hell you're doin' tryin' to strike a conversation with me. I have a husband, ya know."

"I can see that. And trust me. I'm not tryin' to pick you up. You just looked like you needed help. Besides...what would I want with my sister-in-law?"

"Sister-in-law? What?"

"You married to A.J.?"

"Yes..." Intrigued, she helped him up.

"Well...I...would be his brother."

"Okay. Would you mind tellin' me how that plays out? I mean, you don't even have the same last name."

"Actually I kinda would mind. But I'll tell you anyway because otherwise you'll just bombard me with questions."

"No I won't."

"Yeah, sure. Anyway...I was in an accident with A.J...how ironic...and I had brain damage and then I completely resented most of the Quartermaine's....especially A.J...and I changed my name to Jason Morgan out of rage."

"Really. How nice."

"Yeah. Now do you need help or what?"

"No." She looked over at the car that was following her and saw a man start to walk towards her. "Yeah, actually, I do. Could you go beat the shit outta that man over there? He's been following me all day and it's scarin' me."

"Lorenzo Alcazar? Gladly. You may not wanna watch. It could get ugly."

"Damnit, he's been followin' me everywhere. Of course I wanna watch. Plus, I need to see how good you are. I can't just go by what I hear. I gotta see the real you."

"The real me? God, Courtney, I'm not a cold, careless man. You'd have to love me to see the real me."

With that, he walked up to Alcazar and punched him in the stomach. He pointed to Courtney and continued punching him everywhere. He finally fell to the ground, and Jason walked away.

"Satisfied?"

"Yeah. You're pretty good, you know."

"Yeah, I do." Courtney laughed.

"You're funny, too."

"I also happen to know that." He smiled.

"Well, now I know a lot more about you than I thought I did. But...I gotta know one more thing."

"What's that?"

"This." She leaned into him and kissed him. The kiss deepened, and just as Jason began to get lost in it, he realized what he was doing and pulled away.

"You're...You're married," he said breathlessly.

"And that matters? A.J. never has to know, does he?"

"No, but...you sure you should have done that?"

"No. Then again, I'm never sure about anything anymore."

"So...What does that mean?"

"Well...I don't know. What do you think?" She moved closer to him and placed her hands on his chest.

"I think..." He brushed his lips against hers. He looked into her desire-filled eyes and pressed his body tight against hers. He leaned down and brought her in a kiss burning with passion. When the need for air sufficed, they pulled away. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever until someone finally spoke.

"Your place...or mine?" Jason asked breathlessly.

"Mine. A.J's working...he'll never know we're there."

"Deal."

He didn't dare rush things; he wanted to enjoy every minute with this woman before he gave himself to her. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he just...wanted to enjoy it, to take it all in. She started walking away.

"Wh-where are you going?" he asked, slightly panicking.

"Well...I figured we could walk, ya know? It's not that far away...and plus... you seem like a really sweet guy; someone great to talk to."

"Okay...first of all...you came here on a bus right? It must be pretty far away for you to ride a bus from your home. Second of all...me? Sweet? Never heard that one before...."

"Are you smart-assing me? No, I did not come on a bus from A.J. and my apartment. I went back to Atlantic City for a few days after A.J. and I got in a fight. It was just to clear my head and stuff. And I just got back...on a bus. And I take it you've never gotten a compliment before?"

"I've gotten compliments....just never been called sweet before."

"Ever talked to a woman before?"

"Funny. Real funny. Why did you come back to Port Charles...or to Port Charles or whatever?"

"I've been looking for my brother...Sonny Corinthos? I'm sure you know him. Don't you?"

"Hahaha, again very funny. Now, we aren't going to get anywhere if we stand here and argue. Ever ridden on a motorcycle?"

"No...actually... and stop smart-assing me or neither of us are going to get what we want."

"That I can do. Now would you like a ride on my motorcycle? Or would you like to walk? Either one is fine but I'm not walking with you 'cause I gotta get this bike back."

She was half daydreaming, already entranced by his dark, desirous eyes. All she heard was something about riding something.

"What? A ride? Oh that. Yeah...sure."

'Courtney, get your mind out of the gutter for now,' she thought, embarrassed at herself.

She hopped on the bike and slipped on the helmet. She scooted back to make room for him. When he got on, she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"You alright?" he asked while slipping on his helmet.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He started up the bike and revved it hard, looking back at her and watching her expression as it sent a sensation through both of them. His breathing became slightly heavier, as did hers. He had no idea how to get to wherever it was she lived, and for just a moment, he had forgotten where they were going. He blocked out everything but Courtney and him, and let the bike do the driving.

Courtney laid her head on his back, loving the feeling of it. The ride seemed like it went on forever, and she couldn't take it anymore. She slowly slid her hands further and further down his waist until she found exactly what she was looking for. He breathed in sharply and his face turned bright red. His hands began to shake slightly, and he looked down to see what she was doing. She began to stroke the bulge, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds to keep from screaming.

"No, no, Jason. Keep your eyes on the road," she scolded.

"It's not...so easy...anymore," he said, finally opening his eyes.

She laughed quietly and unbuttoned his jeans, making him even more nervous. Then she unzipped them, and stroked it again, going at a slightly faster speed. She laughed again when he gave a quiet moan.

"Are you nervous? Don't be...We're almost there."

"Ohhh...It's taking too long. Way too long."

"Just think...of what's to come..." She squeezed his aching member as hard as she could, and he let out a very loud moan. "That's right. Just a little further..."

He turned into the parking lot of the apartment building, letting out a sigh of relief. "Finally..."

"No. Not yet. We still have to get up there."

"We can do that." He took off his helmet and got off the bike. She proceeded to get off after him. He stopped her. "No...let me." He took off her helmet and set it on one of the handlebars. "Put your arms around my neck." She did as he asked, and he lifted her into his arms. He carried her into the building and into the elevator. He expected her to press the button of her floor, but she didn't. He stared deeply into her eyes and she nodded. He sat her on top of the metal bar against the wall.

He looked at her again and she nodded her head. His lips crashed down onto hers and she gladly let his tongue enter her mouth. They moaned together in unison as a night of pleasure and passion started. Without thinking, he moved one hand down to her left breast, and used the free hand to pull down her jeans and underwear. But when he got there, he found that she was going commando.

"You seem to have forgotten your underwear this morning?" he asked, laughing. She blushed deeply. He noticed her sudden nervousness. "Oh no....it's fine." He played with her breast, squeezing it and massaging it. He closed eyes and entered a finger into her hot, pulsating cavern and held it there for just a moment. He looked at her and moved his finger in and out of her, never breaking eye contact.

"Ohhhhh....God, Jason. Yes...Yes, Jason! More...please..."

"More? You want more?"

"God, yes!!"

"You think this is good? You ain't seen nothin' yet." He inserted a second finger.

"Oooohhhhh!"

He picked up his speed and inserted a third finger, all the while still pleasuring her breast. She looked down at him, and he followed her gaze, telling himself to never break eye contact. She leaned her head back and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. He smiled, listening to the sweet sound of her moans and screams. He pulled her shirt halfway up, exposing her breasts, and pressed his body tighter against hers to hold it there. She looked at him questioningly, but he paid no attention. He placed his hand back on her breast and continued torturing her. He leaned down and kissed the tip of her free breast. Her moans turned into moans of anticipation, awaiting his next move. He took her nipple into his mouth and he sucked and nipped at it. She was overwhelmed at the pleasure she was getting all at once.

She grabbed at his hair, practically pulling it out of its roots. Although he loved giving her all the pleasure she wanted, he began to slow down, wanting to get some pleasure of his own. She put his face in her hands, disappointed that he was stopping. He eventually stopped and helped her to her feet. He waited for her to catch her breath, then he took it away again with another kiss. She pressed one of the floor buttons on the elevator.

"You stopped...." she pouted as she pulled her shirt down.

He grabbed her hand and kissed her again. The elevator door slowly opened, and Courtney took a deep breath. He started to walk out of the elevator and she pulled him back.

"Do you want anyone to see me with no underwear on?" she whispered as quietly as possible. She pressed the "close door" button and began to put her pants on.

"I've seen you," he said, smiling.

"Very funny, Mr. Morgan. Very funny. You've seen all of me."

"No I haven't. I've touched all of you but I haven't seen all of you. There's a difference."

"There you go, smart-assing again. Whatever will I do with you?"

"I can only think of about a million things...."

"Will you stop?"

"Hmmm....I'll have to think about that one. Now are you ready to go?"

"Yes, now that you gave me time to put my pants on."

"What's it matter? I'm just going to take them off anyway. And besides..." He stepped out of the elevator and looked both ways down the hall. "...there's no one out here."

"I asked you to stop. You're starting to annoy me and you don't want me to be annoyed. Then the sex wont be as good for me or you." She smiled.

"I'll stop..." he hissed into her ear.

"Mmmmm....Getting a little impatient?"

"Just a little." He picked her up by her waist and hoisted her upside-down over his shoulder.

"Ahhhhhh! Put me down!" she squealed.

"Hahahaha! Never!" He tried to open the door, but it was locked.

"Here...I'll do it. Turn me around so I'm facing the door." He did as he was told. She put her hands against the wall to support herself. "I can't...reach. Take two steps backwards." He did so. She stared at the door for a minute, as if thinking, and then placed her hand directly in the middle of the door. The door unlocked and she pushed it open. "Okay, let's go." He turned around and walked through the door. He set her down, and waited for her to balance herself.

"What the heck was that?"

"Security system. A couple of months ago someone broke in and took most of our stuff, so we got the system so it was nearly impossible to get in without using the system."

"Hmmm...that's new." He scanned the living room. "Uh...nice...place. A.J's a Quartermaine. Surely this place would be nicer than this."

"Yeah I agree, the living room's shit. But the bedroom...."

"Ooohh, the bedroom..."

"Mmmm...yeah. Just gimme a sec, okay?"

"Not too long...."

"You can wait. I may be beautiful, but I'm not Pamela Anderson, ya know."

"I do know. And I don't want Pamela Anderson. I want Courtney Quartermaine." He pouted his lips.

"Awww, how sweet. I'll be finished in a minute. I just have to fix a few things."

"Please hurry." She blew him a kiss and walked into the bedroom. He heard her shut the door.

She leaned against the door as warm, salty tears fell from her eyes.

"What have I done?" she whispered. Was she falling for him? She couldn't be; she was married to A.J. She loved A.J. Didn't she? But this is what she wanted. Giving herself to a man she loved. She couldn't turn back now. She had already seduced him; this was already happening. "Oh God. Come on, Courtney. Get yourself together. You want this. He wants this. Stop crying, you can't change it now." She wiped her eyes. "Okay, this is it."

She grabbed all the candles she could find and placed them all around the room. She changed into A.J's favorite outfit for her: a sexy negligee that was very revealing, guaranteed to put any man in the mood. She made sure he couldn't tell she had been crying, and lit all the candles. She opened the door, ready and waiting.

"Jason...you can come in the bedroom now."

"I don't know where the bedroom is."

"Follow my voice."

"Okay, start talking."

"Jason."

"Yeah?"

"Follow it." He walked down the hall. She could see him standing there, but he couldn't see her. "C'mon. You're almost there. If you want me that bad, you'll find me." He looked around, but still couldn't see her.

"Ohhh...I want you...so bad. You have no idea."

"I'll find out. But you gotta find me first." He turned left and continued down the hall. "That's right. Just a few more steps." He walked a little further and then he found it. He turned to face the bedroom and there she was. Lying sprawled out on that big bed with her legs spread wide. She had the bag in the corner for something extra, just in case. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

"Wow...you look...wow." He smiled. Her legs were spread apart wide enough and the piece of clothing was short and thin enough that he could see her in all her glory. She giggled.

"I figured you would say that." He walked towards her and reached out his hand to hers. She looked into his eyes, searching for something to tell her what he was feeling. It looked as though he was trying to hypnotize her. She grabbed his hand and pulled him on top of her. He lay there, surprised and confused, hovering just inches above her. He waited as her eyes slowly turned from bright blue to a dark blue, almost black.

He leaned down and kissed her, igniting a fire between them. The kiss quickly became more and more passionate. He groaned as he struggled to remove her clothes. She laughed.

"Having trouble?" she asked.

"Don't make fun of me. It's not nice," he replied.

"Oh no, poor Jasie Poo can't handle a little fun."

"You get a kick out of taunting me, don't you?"

"As much as you get a kick out of taunting me."

"Okay, could you stop? I don't know how much longer I can stand seeing you in clothes."

"You read my mind. Come here." She helped him off the bed and put her arms around his neck. "This way..." She kissed his lips. "...is much easier."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Why don't you try and find out?" She took off his jacket and removed his shirt. She placed kisses across his chest. She started to unbutton his pants. He grabbed her wrists to stop her.

"Stop. It's my turn." He slipped his hands under her clothing. He touched every inch of her body. She threw her head back in pleasure as he teased her in all the right places. He slowly slipped her clothing over her head and tossed them in the pile. He took her hands and guided them to the button on his pants. She smiled as she unbuttoned them and pushed them to his ankles. She pulled them off and stood up. "Hmm...nice boxers. But they gotta go." She slid them to his ankles and he kicked them off. "Much better." He looked her up and down.

"You're beautiful," he whispered as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She blushed. He put a hand to her face and kissed her. She was reluctant at first, but then let his tongue slip into her mouth. Something inside of her came to life. She pulled away and he stared at her, surprised. "Wha--" She cut him off by slamming him against the wall. He groaned slightly. She kissed him with a passion she never knew existed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved them slowly up his body. She broke away from the kiss when she reached his shoulders. "What are you doing?"

She arched her back just enough for her entrance to be inches from his mouth.

"Take me...Take all of me. And don't ever stop..." she whispered. He hesitated for a moment, then took her into his mouth. He waited, wanting to get the feel of her first. He began sucking and licking up her juices, making sure to get every drop. She gave small moans from the pleasure, which quickly became louder when he inserted his tongue. He moved his tongue around inside her, loving the feeling of her and the sound of her moans. He flicked his tongue in and out of her, and she became dizzy with pleasure, her moans getting louder and louder with every move.

He quickened his speed. He savored the taste of her. He slowly quickened his speed until he was going as fast as he could. She stretched her legs further apart, begging him to do more.

"Please...Jason...More...Please..." she moaned. He battled with his thoughts - he wanted to do more but he couldn't do any better. Although she was lost in pleasure, she had this urge - almost an addiction. She was almost getting angry that he wasn't doing more. He was getting worried that he wasn't doing enough. He pulled his tongue out of her and sighed. She figured he was tired and giggled and she got down off his shoulders. "Is poor Jason tired? Awww..." She spoke as though she were talking to a baby. He sighed.

"I...I feel like I'm not enough for you," he spoke quietly.

"What?"

"You're such a beautiful woman, Courtney. And believe me I want to do this. But...You deserve better than me. I mean...I'm a virgin. You deserve to be with someone with experience and--"

"Wait...You're a virgin?"

"Um...Yeah." He cleared his throat in an attempt to calm the building nervousness in him. "I am."

"Okay...If you're not ready to do this, I understand."

"I am I just...I'm afraid I won't...um...be good enough..."

"Well...You never know until you try, right?" She moved closer to him.

"Right." She kissed him, making it slow but passionate.

'Let him take control. Take his pace, and let him go when he's ready,' she thought to herself. He slowly deepened the kiss as the small fire once burning within them slowly re-ignited. He walked towards the bed and gently laid her down, never breaking the kiss. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, going all the way to her hips.

"Wait," she whispered.

"W-what is it?" He looked up at her.

She crawled off the bed and began searching in a small bag on the floor. He stared at her, confused. She came back with two pairs of handcuffs.

"Handcuffs?" he asked.

"Yes, handcuffs. An FBI agent never leaves the house without them." She pushed him backwards and pinned him down.

"What...?" His eyes lit up as he discovered what she meant. "Oh, yeah."

"You men are slow." She rolled her eyes.

"Hey! We may be slow with the mind, but we're quick with the hands." He grabbed her waist and flipped them over so he was on top.

"Yeah, well us women are not only smart, but have just as quick hands as the men." She flipped them over again so she was on top. She pinned him down and cuffed his left hand to a bar on the headboard. A small shiver went through him, carrying a swirl of emotions with it. The nervousness, the brewing storm inside of him calmed, and the worry of being not enough for a woman who he assumed had high expectations, was gone. He closed his eyes as she cuffed his right hand to another bar on the headboard, and wallowed in the overwhelming calmness that now took over his emotions. He opened them to see her staring him in the eyes and flashing a half-smile.

"You ready?" she asked. It took him a moment to come out of his thoughts and snap back to reality.

"I think so," he replied, as the last drop of uncertainty left him in a single bead of sweat. She wiped away that bead and kissed him slowly, pulling away before it became too passionate.

"I'll start out slow..." She kissed his neck. "...just for you." She moved down to his chest. "We need to get the feel of each other." She stopped just above his stomach. "Just relax...let yourself go..." she whispered. She continued her trail down his body, stopping again just above his groin.

'Make this last. It may never happen again,' she thought to herself. She looked up and listened to his short and low breathing. She watched a thousand emotions crawl across his face and kissed him again. She felt the calmness in him as their bodies and souls slowly connected. She seemed to draw some of that calmness from him and into her. Then another feeling washed over them. It wasn't love; that was gone. It was a mix of desire and understanding; something only they could feel. She pulled away and went back to his lower body.

She kissed down both of his legs and sucked on his toes. He let out a small laugh. She kissed up his legs and stopped at his inner thighs. A small groan of frustration and impatience escaped his lips.

"Courtney..." He spoke just barely above a whisper. She made eye contact with him, and began working on his ears. She sucked and nibbled on each lobe. He tried desperately to break free from the restraints that held him back and guide her down to the place where pleasure was needed most. Despite his efforts, his strength could not overpower that of the even stronger metal chains holding him against his will.

"You did this on purpose," he grunted.

"Told you we women were quick," she retorted. She took her mouth away from his body and lazily traced his hard abs. "You work out."

As much as she loved torturing him, she wanted the pleasure he had promised her, and she was getting impatient. She put her hands on his legs and scooted herself down until she was sitting on his feet. She grazed her lips against him, and he fought to hold back a moan, but failed. She kissed every inch of him, flicking her tongue in and out with each kiss. Without warning, she took him into his mouth and squeezed slightly. He dragged out a long, low moan bursting with pleasure. She leaned up to face him.

"You like that, don't ya?" He responded with a small nod, since he was unable to even form a coherent thought. She kissed him with all the passion she could muster, but stopped when she felt him jerking his hands and heard the rough shaking of chains. "Is something wrong?" she asked with slight concern.

"No...It's my turn to torture you." Her eyes lit up as she quickly unlocked the handcuffs and handed them to him. He dropped them to the floor and kissed her just as she had kissed him moments before. He crawled on top of her and was starting to enjoy it all again when it was ruined by a power failure.

~*~*~*~

"Damnit!" A.J. shouted as the lights flickered and shut down. He was working on a "very important paper" as he called it, when the power had gone out. To him, all his papers were important. He was sitting at a table in Kelly's drinking coffee and struggling to keep awake. He rubbed his face in frustration, and held back the thought of throwing his laptop across the room to vent his anger. He picked up his cell phone and pressed "1" on speed dial. He prayed that the power hadn't gone out at the apartment, and that she was alright. But there was no dial tone or anything. He sighed.

"I guess I should just go home." He stood from his table and walked out with his laptop.

~*~*~*~

"Great...just great," she said.

"No...it's okay...We can keep going."

"But I can barely make out your face. And plus, A.J's probably on his way home worried, so we'd have to make this quick."

"That's okay...We can always get together again sometime," he spoke suggestively. He braced himself for what he was about to do.

"I'd like--" He closed his eyes and finally entered her. "Ooohhh...I'm so glad you were ready."

"Shhh...Don't talk." He placed a finger to his lips. She nodded her head. He stayed in that position for a moment, then slowly moved in and out of her. Once he had gotten the feel of her, he quickened his pace. A chain of moans escaped from her mouth, getting louder with each thrust. He was pushing her to the edge, and he was going with her. The journey to the edge was getting shorter and shorter as he thrust harder and harder into her. The walls that had closed around her the day she married A.J. were finally coming down. She squeezed him with each thrust, daring him to come with her. He was waiting for the right moment as he prayed he wasn't hurting her.

And then he did it. They did it. They had reached the edge. Now all they had to do was push themselves over. He sped up to as fast as he could go, and her moans turned to orgasms. They moaned together in unison as they pushed as hard as they could.

"Jason!"

"Oh, Courtney..."

He slipped his hands down to the small of her back and slammed into her as hard as he could, apologizing with a kiss for hurting her. They exploded into each other, still dizzy from pleasure. He laid his head between her breasts and rested.

"That...was wonderful," she said breathlessly. They rested for a few moments before the door opened.

"What the hell?" A.J spoke, surprise spread across his face.