Jason had made love to her for an hour straight. There was not a part of her body that went untouched by his gentle hands. It was breathtakingly passionate and sensually slow. He put every bit of love he had for her into each of his movements, his body making hers melt within his grasp. His deep voice whispered to her continuously about how much he missed her, how complete he felt now that she was back, and how much she meant to him. He was the most open with her in regards to his closely held emotions than he had ever been previously. In this long moment, his sensitivity had been unlocked and he found the words flowing out of him like a wide open river.
He would have continued, but she could take no more, she was thoroughly spent from his raw fervor. After she begged for reprieve from his powerful physical touch, they finished the rest of the first bottle of champagne and opened the second. He did keep his promise of a movie, but he spent his time smothering her with a less physically demanding type of affection. With his large frame curled into hers, his strong arms tightly wrapped around her hips and his head nestled into her stomach, he was able to enjoy her delicate nails scratching at his scalp as he continued to vocally emit how lucky he was that she was his. It was a perfect night.
Unsurprisingly, he fell asleep midway through her movie choice, it was a romance and he never found one who could stay awake through. However, in this instance the movie was not to blame. He expended all his energy and effort into her body, the emotion and passion he had openly given to her through word and movement had exhausted his already tired body. She had been away for so long, and he had many nights where he received little to no sleep which went in combination with a poor diet due to a lack of want for food. Her soothing lavender scent, combined with champagne, the events of the night and an ample dinner lulled him off to a deeply contented rest.
She however was unable to sleep. She shifted out from underneath his heavy slumbering upper body and slipped on the pink night dress haplessly discard on the floor earlier in the night. Picking up her empty champagne flute she walked over to the room temperature bubbling concoction and poured herself another glass, before walking over to the tall windows once more. Looking down at the distance between the room and the street, her previous question directed to Jason still keeping her curiosity.
The night went exactly like she wanted. It was perfect. It was memorable. They had a long intense fun moment and had effectively tricked themselves into believing they were both normal for just one night. A perfect night for a perfect ending.
She finished her glass quickly as if it was a shot, but not before she located the bottle of pills she found in his clothing drawer. She had heard the gentle rattling when he grabbed his night pants and figured he was hiding them from her out of precaution. In light of her decision, he had been right to do so, but her choice had already been firmly decided upon. The freedom she felt within her grasp with that choice allowed for no modifications to the plan.
As much love as he had given her, she had returned it equally and meant every bit of it. She loved him so much that she could no longer be the one to hurt him and bring him down. She could no longer be selfish with his attention. He had other priorities that he needed to focus on other than her, and she only brought him misery. She felt it in the very depths of her soul that he would be better off forgetting about her and moving on, but a part of her wanted to be remembered and so she gave him her all, in her last stand.
She popped the bottle open, and dumped out four and a half pills into her hand. She had no intention on overdosing on the pills, though she was running the risk of it with the combination of alcohol at play and the dosage amount within the small pieces of pressed powdered. What she actually wanted was to be cognoscente enough to feel the wind on her face without the sensation of fear and panic. And so she popped the medication into her mouth and chased it with a pull of the champagne straight from the bottle.
Her bare feet gently crossed over the rug flooring of the room as she delicately opened the door and just as quietly shut it behind her. Her small feminine frame, barely covered in the soft pink silk night dress, glided down the hall as she carried the bottle of champagne limply by its neck. She was so at peace with herself as she entered the stairwell and began to ascend the floors, a warm smile plastered on her face as she felt the eventual freedom nearing. Only she could end her own suffering and the suffering of those around her. In doing so, she would be able to spread her wings and fly, even if it was only a momentary sensation.
By the time she reached the top of the stairs and gained the roofs access, the medication was already giving her a woozy affect, which she only added to by taking another sip of the champagne before dropping the bottle idly onto the concrete surface where it shattered and its previous contents spilled out. She took faltering steps towards the edge of the roof, failing to take note of another individuals presence, who had rapidly honed in on her.
"Elizabeth?" Mark said from across the opposite side of the roof, his attention from the skyline diverted at the sound of the bottle shattering on floor at the same time he picked up her lavender scent. His eyes focusing on her heavy steps as she walked over to the raised cement guard of the rooftop. "Elizabeth, does Jason know you're out here?" his cigarette immediately being flicked off into the dark of the night as he quickly began to make his way across the roof top following her stumbling steps. "Hey beautiful!" he called out to her and received no response, his eyes widening as he saw her lift her frame up onto the ledge and stand on it in a wobbly state. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he shouted out at her as he began to sprint, finally garnering her attention as she looked over her shoulder at him.
"Mark." she sighed out with that same content smile, her stand wavering on the ledge causing him to pause a few feet away. "If I jump, how long do you think before I hit the ground?" she asked softly, her head looking back over for a moment down to the empty streets and the traffic lights that continued to shift with no cars needing their direction.
"I don't know, Elizabeth." he said cautiously, taking a step forward before she turned her head to look back at him. "But I don't think it's a good idea. We're pretty high up."
"I know." she said with a twinkle in her hazy eyes. "I think... twenty seconds, but I bet it will feel like minutes."
"Elizabeth, come down from there." he said firmly, taking another step forward and immediately taking it back as he saw her body lean towards the emptiness below. His phone reaching into his pocket and speed dialing Jason but keeping it in his lowered hand, his ears picking up that it was ringing.
"Have you ever wanted to fly?" she asked, her head tilting back so her eyes could look up at the sky.
"No. I prefer to be on land." he said carefully, registering that the groggy alpha had answered his phone. "And I don't think we should be on the roof top, Elizabeth." his words leaning and his volume slightly rising. "Why don't you get off the ledge?"
"I intend to." she said with a nod, giving him a look over her shoulder once more with a warm smile as her body swayed. "Backwards or forwards? Which do you think is best?" she asked as if she was planning the perfect trip, her arms extending out wide.
"Neither." he said firmly, "Come to me, take my hand.." he said with his arm extending to her as he stepped forward.
"I'm sorry Mark. I really do like you, but I've decided I cannot stay." she said her tone soft and carefree as if she couldn't possibly extend a lunch date a minute longer.
"How many pills have you taken, honey?" he asked to her softly.
"Four or five, I don't want to ruin the experience." she said with a nod. "I think forward." her tippy toes moving to the very edge of the ledge. "The wind on my face will be the most freeing."
"If-if you go forward, you will have to have a closed casket." he said taking a step closer, his arm testing the distance, being once again halted by her looking back at him.
"So?" she asked seeing not his point, her knees buckling and making her swaying worse.
"Well.. It would make it hard for everyone to get closure." he said quietly, hearing the door to the rooftop open behind him.
"Elizabeth." Jason rapidly appeared at the side of Mark, drawing her attention over to him now. "Please get down..."
"Okay, Jason... " she said with a nod and a smile, her body wavering as she turned around to face them. "Backwards it is." her arms once again extended, Mark knew where it was going and no longer acting in caution, lurched forward at the moment her heels began to raise her toes. Wrapping his strong arms around her waist before kicking back against the lifted edge, he propelled them both back from the ledge.
The beta was quick to get her on her hands and knees and shove his pointer and middle finger down her throat forcefully, making her spill out the contents of champagne and the partially digested pills that were kept in its lining. "There you go." he said softly patting her back as he wiped the vomit covered fingers on his jeans.
"I'll never forgive you..." she said weakly as she continued to cough, her stomach acid burning at her mouth, throat, and nasal cavities.
"I'm okay with that, honey." he continued to gently speak to her as a shaky hand pulled out his pack of cigarettes and he drew one into his mouth with his teeth. Beginning to stand as he allowed her to collect herself while he lit his cigarette.
"I'll take first watch." Jason said darkly, his eyes pitch black as he stared at her sinking frame in an amalgamation of anger, fury, pain and extreme upset. A rigid hand tightly rubbing at his jaw as he felt an overwhelming sense of betrayal from her at what she had been so clearly decided upon doing.
"Samantha and I can watch her." Mark said exhaling a billow of smoke with a heavy sigh. "I think that might be best, actually..." his blue eyes shifting over to Jason and his clenched teeth that were held so tightly together that they looked as if they could potentially shatter. "And then Cane... and then Jacob." he said with a nod, taking the opportunity to exclude Jason as he had said nothing.
"Elizabeth, how co-" Jason began and his starting tone was filled with a bubbling rage, Mark cutting him off with a gentle but firm hand on his bicep and a shake of his head.
"Come on, man. Now is not the time." he said just barely above a whisper. "We just have to figure this out... you know she is unwell. Don't take this personally, that is the opposite of what she needs right now."
"Keep her the fuck away from me." he said back his tone shifting to extreme bitterness and immense upset. The alpha having to walk away from the situation before he lost control of his own self and ended up doing or saying something he would inevitably regret.