The Morning After

He knew something was different.

From the moment they’d gotten to the Barrington hotel, her demeanor had been off. They’d barely made it to the elevator before her hands pulled him to her and her mouth met his in a hungry, desperate kiss. He’d responded in kind, but was surprised. He’d never minded that their times together were aggressive and demanding. They’d always fed off each other’s energy, but this time there was something going on. Dara, while a dynamite lover, was never comfortable with public displays. She would always wait until they were behind closed and locked doors before getting really close. But now, her hands were already grasping his backside as her lithe legs began to curl around his. Jerry nipped the nape of her neck and pulled her hands away, stepping back just as the elevator signaled the top floor and their destination.

Dara and Jerry giggled playfully as they made their way down the hallway, managing to knock over a vase as they became friskier with every step. Their mouths met in long, unwearied kisses that left both gasping for breath. Jerry fumbled for the key card, letting out a low growl of frustration when the door buzzed an angry red 3 times with every fruitless swipe. Dara let out a gentle laugh, took the key card, turned it the correct way and swiped. The door sang happily, the light turning green and the door unlocked. Dara pushed it open and wagged the key at Jerry. “This isn’t a prelude for later is it?” she teased. Her skin was warm and her eyes were like fire, challenging him to prove her wrong.

Jerry shed his jacket and locked the door behind him. His eyes zeroed in on her in the barely lit entryway. “Don’t you worry luv,” he said, his voice filled with promise. “I know how to work the equipment.”

Clothes were shed; the French doors overlooking the city were thrown open, allowing the cool night air to gentle billow into the penthouse suite, the lacy window drapes dancing in the breeze. Jerry had meant to turn on the music but the moment Dara slid onto the bed, her slim nude frame glowing in the moonlight, all he could do was follow the eyes that summoned him to her.

It had been just over a year since their last smoldering night together, after years of more off than on. They’d never been able to make a relationship last more than a few weeks, but there were no hurt feelings or talk of love and the future. They understood each other and loved each other in their own unique way and this night was no different. Jerry knew just how to please her, to draw out her wilder side and she in turn knew just how to meet him stroke for stroke and meet his every need.

Jerry licked here and nipped there, enjoying the way she shivered and twitched. When her hand reached down to stroke herself, he gently swatted it away. “You know that’s my job,” he murmured in her ear before suckling gently on the earlobe. As his fingers began their ministration, Dara let out a moan, her back arching.

“Please,” she gasped, almost in a wail. She reached frantically for his engorged member, pumping it. Jerry let out a shudder, allowing her to guide it to the apex of her thighs until finally he was buried deep within her molten walls.

Everything was a blur from there as they came together in ecstasy the way they always did. It was never just the one time for them. As usual, they ordered champagne and chocolate, a plate of cut up fruit and of course, ice cream. They christened every room in the penthouse all through the night, only coming up for air as dawn began to peek over the waters. Both took long hot showers before donning the barest of clothing as their time together drew to a close. Jerry leaned back on the chaise longue and took a long, appreciative drag of his cigarette. It was only with her that he indulged this dormant addiction of his. After two or three, he’d be sated until the next time they were together.

Jerry

“You alright, luv?” he called out softly across the room to the king size bed. When no response came, he rose and padded barefoot across the floor where Dara lay facing the open windows in little more than her bra and panties. The top sheet of the bed barely covered her and so, ever the gentleman, Jerry pulled the comforter over her, tucking it gently around her as she softly snored. He took another drag of his cigarette, his thoughts returning to their night and the things she had whispered to him in the dark.

*~*

“This moment here, this is all I want,” she sighed as she rocked her hips, her hands clutching onto Jerry as her head titled back, her eyes closed. “This is all I need. This is all I want. I don’t need anyone else. Just you and me baby.”

*~*

“Please don’t stop, nobody else can touch me but you, don’t ever stop,” she said in urgent whispers as her legs wrapped tighter around him, urging him deeper as his thrusts became more intense. “Make me forget everything else baby, I don’t want to think of anything else but you and me.”

*~*

Pressed against the tile of the marble wall of the luxurious ensuite bathroom, Dara’s mouth opened and as Jerry delivered another punishing thrust, grabbing tightly to the cheeks of her backside, she bit down on his shoulder as another guttural moan escaped her. The scorching hot water from the rainshower head and four other horizontally placed heads in the glass enclosed shower couldn’t match the boiling blood in her veins. “Punish me,” she gasped in his ear.

“Have you been a bad woman?” Jerry queried before reaching down to lick the nipple on her right breast. Dara pressed her lips together and nodded. “I don’t know what’s come over me,”she said with a sigh as his mouth sought out her left breast.

*~*

Dara

Jerry leaned over and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. He knew this past case had hit her hard. It would take more than a few weeks of rest and relaxation to move past it. She was strong; she would not be undone by Sonny Corinthos or the fact that he’d once again slipped through justice’s fingers.

His phone gave a chirp from the kitchen and he rose, seeing he’d missed several emails and texts from various clients and an irate voicemail from his mother. As he scrolled through them, he paused on one he wasn’t expecting. Reading it quickly, his eyes widened and he immediately dialed, taking care to move to the other side of the kitchen and out onto the balcony.

“Hello?”

“Bloody hell! What are you up to mate?” Jerry hissed into the phone.

“Jerry, how nice to hear your voice,” came the casual reply.

“Don’t stall, I know exactly why you’re in Port Charles and no good will come of it, you know this,” he replied firmly.

There was a pause. “You sound like my brother.”

“Jack’s a smart man.”

“Too bad I don’t just do what Jack wants anymore.” The coolness in the voice unsettled Jerry. He ran a harried hand through his hair as he contemplated his next step. “You keep me in the loop,” Jerry stated finally. It was non-negotiable.

Thane Bauer gave a chuckle. “Fine. You keep Jack out of it.”

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