Remember to Forget

***I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I profit in any way from their use.


A/N Elizabeth did not sleep with Zander the second time. Lorenzo never had feelings for Carly.

Elizabeth washed the paint off her hands as the doorbell rang insistently. “All right, all right. I’ll be there in a sec,” she called from one of the back rooms she had turned into a studio. When Ric was arrested for kidnapping Carly, her first inclination was to leave the house immediately and distance herself from anything having to do with him. She had since reconsidered. The house was actually perfect for her. The natural light was great and she had a large area to use as a studio. Besides, she was his wife and the house belonged to her too. Lord knows she should get something for being with that psycho.

She opened the door without bothering to check and see who it was. Any bad guys she knew would be capable of getting in the house, locked door and all, so why bother to waste time and energy with phony security measures. Elizabeth was shocked to see Lorenzo Alcazar on her doorstep. He must not have heard that Ric had been arrested although she didn’t see how he could have missed it. Her wonderful, loving hubby was all over the news. “Mr. Alcazar, my husband is not here. He has been arrested so if you want to see him, you’ll have to visit him in his jail cell.”

“Mrs. Lansing,” he said politely. “I would like to speak with you if you have a moment.”

“Please don’t call me that,” she said firmly. “My name is Elizabeth Webber.”

“My apologies, Ms. Webber. Could I please have a moment of your time?”

Elizabeth studied him as she tried to decide whether or not to invite him inside. He looked so much like his brother, Luis, yet there was some elemental difference. Lorenzo radiated power and control but he was outwardly calm and reserved, unlike his brother who always seemed desperate and driven by his emotions. “Please, come in, Mr. Alcazar,” she requested, curious about what he could possibly want with her.

“Please call me Lorenzo.” He looked around the living room while she waited patiently to find out what he wanted. “This place looks much better since the garbage has been removed.”

Her lips twitched at his contemptuous remark about Ric before it occurred to her that he was acting like he had been there before. “I’m sorry, have you been here before?” Suddenly, she remembered that he had been in this room when he came to offer Ric a deal regarding Sonny’s territory. “Sorry, I remember now. You were here to discuss a proposal with Ric.”

“Yes, I was here then, but that wasn’t the last time I was in this room,” he stated, staring at her intently.

“What do you mean?” Elizabeth asked, starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

“The last time I was in this room you were lying on the sofa. Your breathing was so slow and shallow that I figured you must have overdosed. I called 911 and left the phone beside you.”

“Oh, my God. You were the reason the police showed up here. Ric was shaking me and I woke up with such a headache to find the cops in the room with me lying here naked under a blanket. He told me we must have accidentally hit the emergency speed dial button when we were …” Elizabeth suddenly remembered who she was talking to and broke off mid-sentence, mortified to feel herself blushing.

Alcazar walked toward her, surprised when she didn’t back away. He reached out and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “You have beautiful skin. It looks like porcelain.”

Elizabeth trembled under his touch but she still didn’t pull away. “Why would Ric lie about the 911 call?” Recalling the way she felt when she woke up, the answer quickly became apparent to her and it took a concerted effort on her part not to run for the bathroom and throw up. “I was his alibi. He must have drugged me with the same thing he gave Carly so I would think he had been with me all night.” The look on Alcazar’s face told her he had already guessed what happened. His expression was serious and his eyes appeared almost sympathetic but she couldn’t imagine why. He was a drug dealer. Why would he care what happened to her?

“I don’t remember much about that night,” she said, frowning at him. “We were drinking champagne and kissing. I must have passed out then. That sick bastard! So he just takes my clothes off, leaves me naked on the sofa, and goes running off to kidnap Carly.” Something about this scenario didn’t feel right to Elizabeth. An idea was forming in her head but it was incomplete. It was like a puzzle and she couldn’t make the pieces fit together.

She was starting to feel anxious and was about to ask Alcazar to leave when she felt him take her hand in his. He rubbed his thumb firmly into the palm of her hand, massaging the muscles, tendons and ligaments that were always sore. It felt so good the way he was touching her. Ric never touched her like that. He just …like an electrical shock, the truth burned its way into Elizabeth’s consciousness. Ric raped her! He took her without her knowledge. Images flashed into her brain of him touching her, entering her, ejaculating in her, all while she was unconscious. Racing for the bathroom, she made it just in time to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She vomited and vomited until there was nothing left in her stomach and then she vomited some more.

Feeling a warm, wet washcloth on her face, Elizabeth looked up and saw that Alcazar had followed her into the bathroom. He carefully cleaned her face and then helped her up off the floor. Taking her in his arms, he rubbed her back gently in a circular motion until her stomach calmed down. “Would you like to go back into the living room, Ms. Webber?”

“I’d like to brush my teeth first,” she said in a tremulous voice. “Could you please wait for me in there?”

Giving her a nod, he complied with her request and left her alone in the bathroom. She spent the next ten minutes brushing her teeth and gargling with Listerine. Knowing that he would probably come looking for her if she didn’t show up soon, she made her way into the living room feeling embarrassed and humiliated.

He watched her as she came into the room. “Are you feeling better Ms. Webber?”

“Please call me Elizabeth,” she insisted. “After all, I have thrown up in front of you. It doesn’t get much more intimate than that.”

“Elizabeth, come and sit down,” he urged, taking a seat on the sofa and motioning for her to join him.

She sat down gingerly beside him, careful not to touch him. When he slid closer to her and pulled her into his arms, she was stunned. Her arms lifted, intending to push him away but instead she wrapped them around his neck and laid her head on his chest. He started rubbing her back again in that wonderful way and suddenly the floodgates opened. She sobbed into his chest as he held her and whispered soothingly to her.

When her tears were finally spent, she sat up straight and looked at him apologetically. “Mr. Alcazar, I don’t know what to say. I’m horrified that you were here to see me like this.”

“Call me Lorenzo, and please don’t apologize. How else would you be when you realize that the man you loved and trusted betrayed you in the worst possible way?”

Elizabeth rubbed her forehead with her hands and struggled to find the words to tell him that it was even worse than he thought. “When I was fifteen, I was raped. To have it happen again, by someone I thought I could trust, is unbearable.”

Pulling her hands away from her forehead, he wrapped his hands around hers and rested them in her lap. “I cannot comprehend how a man could commit such a violent, reprehensible act against any woman, much less the woman he claims to love.”

“I’m sure you commit violent acts in your line of work all the time,” Elizabeth pointed out.

“People who get involved with my business know the risk they’re taking. I would never hurt a woman or a child. That makes it personal and making business personal is never a good idea.”

“Why did you make that emergency call?” she asked, biting her bottom lip nervously.

He deliberated a long time before answering. “Partly because Ric would owe me. I thought he would be grateful nothing happened to you.”

“An erroneous assumption on your part,” Elizabeth said bitterly. When he didn’t continue, she prodded him. “You said partly. What was the rest of it?”

“I have been attracted to you since I met you, Elizabeth. When I saw you lying there on the sofa, looking so helpless and innocent, I couldn’t bear the thought of anything bad happening to you. So I called for help.”

“You’re attracted to me?” Elizabeth asked incredulously. A plan began to germinate in her mind but she wasn’t sure if she was brave enough to see it through. She wanted the memory of Ric’s mouth kissing her and his hands touching her to be gone, wiped out, erased. If this man sitting next to her really was attracted to her, maybe he would help her out.

“Would you do me a favor?” she asked, deciding to go for broke.

“If I can,” Alcazar responded hesitantly.

“I can’t stand the memories of Ric’s lips kissing me or his hands touching me. When I think of someone kissing me or touching me, I want to remember someone else. Someone like you.”

Alcazar traced her beautiful mouth with his thumb and tried to think of a way to explain to her why it was not a good idea. “Elizabeth, I am not a hearts and flowers kind of guy. I don’t get emotionally involved because I can’t afford it. You should have a man who cherishes you and treats you like a queen, not someone like me.”

“You’re attracted to me?”

“Oh, yes. Painfully so, you might say,” he acknowledged with a smile.

“Do you respect me?”

“Very much, Elizabeth. You’re a strong, beautiful woman but it is obvious to me that life hasn’t been easy for you. You’re brave and loyal but woefully ignored by the people who should care about you the most. I most certainly do respect you.”

“That’s good enough for me,” she stated. “You’ve been honest and that’s more than anyone else in my life has been willing to be. Would you please …are you willing to …could we please do this?” Elizabeth couldn’t seem to find the right words to make Alcazar understand. Keeping her eyes averted so she wouldn’t see the rejection on his face, she did the only thing left to do: she begged. “Lorenzo, please. I want you to make love to me. Please don’t make me keep the memory of Ric violating me in my head. Give me something else to remember, something better.”

When she said his name with that incredibly sexy voice, he felt it all the way into his groin. Determined to do the right thing and not take advantage of her, he tried again to explain his rationale. “Elizabeth, you’ve been badly hurt and you’re very fragile right now. I may not be the most sensitive man around, but I’m not heartless. I won’t use you like that.”

“You wouldn’t be using me, you’d be helping me,” she insisted. Playing the only card she had left, she lifted one leg over his legs and swung around, straddling him. Elizabeth could feel his rock-hard arousal between her legs as she lowered herself onto his lap. She moaned and rotated her pelvis back and forth, rubbing herself against him.

“Damn it, Elizabeth,” Alcazar growled, digging his fingers into her hips to hold her still. “When you wake up in the morning things will still be the same. Doing this won’t help you forget.”

“Yes, it will,” she said, leaning forward to brush her breasts against him. He could feel her breath on his ear as she tried to move her hips despite his bruising grip on her. “Every time I think of a man’s lips on mine, I’ll be thinking of these,” she whispered, tracing his mouth with her thumb. Reaching down with her other hand, she pulled one of his hands off of her hips and inserted her fingers between his. “And every time I think of a man’s hands on me, or a man’s fingers deep inside me, I’ll think of these.”

Her voice oozed sex and Alcazar didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. He hadn’t come in his pants since high school, but, the way he was feeling right now, it was a real possibility. Elizabeth dropped her hand from his mouth and reached between his legs, tracing his cock with her fingers. “Most importantly,” she breathed, her mouth right next to his ear, “every time I think of a man fucking me, ramming himself into me, filling me with his white, hot cream, I’ll think of this.”

Alcazar swore indistinctly and wrapped one hand in her hair, forcing her closer to him. He ravaged her mouth, his tongue exploring her insistently. His other hand slid over her ass, but instead of holding her still, it was grinding her against him. Swallowing her cries of pleasure, he softened his mouth on hers and the kiss became gentler and more seductive. She finally pulled away from him, gasping for breath.

For several minutes, they just stared at each other. “Will you be with me, Lorenzo?” Elizabeth asked, her voice quivering with uncertainty. All trace of the sex kitten was gone, he noticed, but the shy, innocent young woman in front of him was even more appealing.

“Yes, I’ll be whatever you want. You’re in control; just take what you need.”

“No,” she stated firmly. “I want you to take me. I want to be in control by making you lose control.”

“That’s not a good idea. I play rough and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Please do this for me,” she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. “I know it’s not fair to ask you, but I need this desperately.”

“Okay,” he agreed, brushing her tears away with his fingers. “But, we start out my way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Stand up for a minute.” She got up and stood in front of him. He removed her jeans and panties, leaving her in a long tee shirt, and pulled her across his lap. Putting his hand between her legs, he cupped her center and lightly brushed his fingers inside her. With his other hand, he pulled one of her hands down on top of his. “Show me what you like, Elizabeth.”

She was reluctant at first, but within a few minutes she was moving her hand on top of his, letting him know how fast and how hard she wanted it. When he sensed she was close to orgasm, he stopped and removed his fingers, over her strenuous objections. “What about protection?” he asked hurriedly. She quickly told him she had started back on the pill recently. He unzipped his pants and pulled her back onto his lap, lifted her up, and sat her down slowly on his cock.

“Damn, you’re tight. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were a virgin.”

“You feel huge,” Elizabeth confessed, as he finally managed to get himself all the way inside her.

“It’s all up to you,” he told her. “I’m not going to last long …”

“What?” Elizabeth asked, vocalizing her disappointment.

“…the first time,” he finished, laughing at her change of expression when she realized what he meant.

“I’m nervous. Will you help me?”

Putting his arm around her he moved her up and down until she starting moving herself without even realizing it. Before long, her muscles were clenching him tightly and he was spilling his seed inside of her.

“Can I take you to the bedroom, Elizabeth?” Nodding her head, she pointed out the way as he carried her wrapped around his waist. Setting her down on the bed, he pulled the tee shirt over her head and then stripped off his own clothes. She caught her breath sharply as she saw what had been inside her. “Anytime you tell me to stop, I will. No matter what we’re doing, okay? I won’t get upset. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything.” She nodded her head and smiled up at him. As she lay back, he moved in between her legs. Resting his weight on his elbows he kissed, licked, sucked and bit his way down her neck to her breasts, leaving red marks in his wake. Elizabeth was crazy with desire by the time he finally took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it hard and then nipped at it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. When that nipple was so sensitive he could barely touch it without her crying out, he moved on to the other one, giving it equal attention.

By the time he finished with her breasts, she was bucking against him, begging him to fuck her. He moved up higher on the bed and rubbed his cock up and down her slit, pleased at the wetness of her arousal. Pausing momentarily to place her legs over his shoulders, he buried himself to the hilt in her sweet pussy. Elizabeth came immediately, her muscles spasming tightly around him. He held himself still until she stopped quivering around him, and then he pulled almost all the way out before driving himself back into her. He was banging pretty hard against her cervix and he watched her face for signs of discomfort but all he saw was pleasure.

She was so responsive, he marveled. Her body was already trying to come again but he wouldn’t let her walls grip him. Alcazar entered her in a circular motion and varied his speed which kept her off-balance and frustrated. Finally, he gave her what she wanted, thrusting straight and deep into her as she came once again. Her legs dropped away from him in exhaustion and he let her rest for a few minutes before turning her over on her stomach and pulling her up on her hands and knees. Unable to resist her beautiful skin, he rubbed his hands all over her smooth backside until she was rocking back against him. He dipped in fingers in her creamy wetness and slid his hand along the crack of her ass. Probing lightly at her anus with one finger, he was pleased when she pushed back against him and he made a mental note to return there later.

Putting his hands on her cheeks, he pushed them apart and held her wide open to him as he pushed his cock slowly into her, one inch at a time. She tried to thrust back against him but he held her in place. Finally he was all the way inside her and he started moving, pounding into her mercilessly. He listened carefully to make sure she wasn’t asking him to stop. He kept up the pace until her arms collapsed, her face was pressed into the mattress, and she was sobbing incoherently from the pleasure he was giving her. Tangling one hand in her hair, he yanked her head up roughly. The combination of pain and pleasure sent her over the edge again.

Alcazar sat on the edge of the bed, holding her in his arms and waiting for her to recover. Thinking of the position he wanted to have her in next, he looked around for something to lay her on. He spotted an ottoman across the room so he got up, with her in his arms, and walked over to it. Pushing it with his legs, he maneuvered it alongside the bed. He sat back down on the bed and watched her as she stretched in his arms. Brushing up against his cock, she looked at him in amazement. “I can’t believe you're still hard.”

“Like I said, once I get that first time out of the way, I’m good to go,” he stated, smiling at her reaction.

Pulling her straight up to sit on his lap, he turned her around so that her back was to him and her knees were on either side of him. Alcazar leaned her forward over the ottoman and asked her to lay face down on it, letting her arms dangle to the floor and hanging her head off the opposite side. When she was ready, he pulled her hips back toward him. He moved his hand between her legs and fingered her, surprised to find that she was still wet. She seemed to have a never-ending supply of that sweet nectar. Removing his fingers, he held his cock in place and pulled her back onto him with his other hand. When he was all the way inside her, he wrapped his hands tightly around her thighs. His forearms pushed against her buttocks, lifting her ass slightly and allowing him the deepest penetration possible.

When he had her where he wanted her, he pulled out and then thrust back into her hot, wet pussy. In this position, she felt even tighter than she had in the beginning, and he loved it. Before long, her walls started convulsing and her legs muscles tried to clench tightly, but he held her even closer to him and forced her legs to open wider. He slowed down his thrusts until her orgasm was over and her muscles relaxed. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he held her body absolutely still and forced her pussy to take the full measure of each thrust as he hammered into her without any resistance from her exhausted muscles. She couldn’t imagine coming again, but when he leaned his elbows into her, causing her to arch her back in reaction, it changed the angle of penetration just enough for him to brush against her clit with every stroke. Before long, she was screaming his name, her body wracked by her most powerful orgasm of the night.

Elizabeth was so exhausted that she didn’t move or even speak when he lifted her up off the ottoman and carried her over to a table in the corner. Brushing his hand across the top, Alcazar cleared it off and laid her down on her back. Bending both legs at the knees, he pushed them off to her left, causing her to twist at the waist. Pushing his hand against her center, he coated himself in her natural lubrication and pushed it down toward her anus. He returned to her slit and shoved his fingers inside her to coat them before sliding back down once again. She gasped as he thrust one finger gently in her ass, and he waited to see if she wanted him to stop. Finally, she pushed back against the pressure and he moved his finger in and out, going deeper with each stroke. He added another finger and pumped her harder, being careful not to hurt her. At the same time, he shoved his cock back into her pussy.

She was tighter with his fingers in her ass, and he felt them moving beneath him, separated only by a thin membrane. He could hear her moaning almost continuously, punctuated by occasional sobs. When she tightened around him this time, he came with her, filling her with gobs of white cream. He waited for her muscles to totally relax before he pulled his fingers out of her. Picking her up with his other arm, he carried her back to the bed and set her down. “I’ll be back in a minute, baby.”

While he was in the bathroom washing his hands, Alcazar noticed that Elizabeth had a large whirlpool bath. Turning the taps on until the water was nice and hot, he began filling the tub, adding some lavender bath oil he found in the cabinet. He walked back to the bed and picked her up, carrying her into the bathroom. “Are we taking a bath?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with delight at the possibility.

“Indeed we are,” he answered, setting her down gently in the tub before getting in behind her.

“I smell lavender. You found my bath oil, didn’t you?” she laughed.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her back against him. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel wonderful,” she sighed, turning her head to the side and melting into his kiss. Their tongues danced playfully, leisurely, with no urgency at all. When the kiss ended, they lay together quietly, enjoying the feel of the water and each other.

“Did I scare you?” he asked quietly.

“No, you didn’t scare me at all.” Reaching for his hand, she brought it up to her mouth and kissed it gently before threading her fingers between his. “I trust you completely.”

“Why, Elizabeth? You hardly know me.”

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “But I do.”

“When I put my fingers inside of you on the table …” he paused before continuing, “ had anyone done anything like that before with you?”

“No,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good. I like being the only one.” He glanced down at her and smiled when he saw the rosy hue on her cheeks. “You’re blushing.”

“I know. It’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Are you going to stay the night?”

“Would you like for me to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll stay.”

“When you leave in the morning, will I see you again?”

“Elizabeth, I’d love to spend some more time with you, a lot more time with you, but I don’t have anything to offer. My business interests could change at any time and I’d have to leave immediately. I can’t promise you anything.”

She was quiet for so long that he wondered if she had fallen asleep. “Lorenzo,” – he loved the way she said his name – “a lot of people have made promises to me and, almost all of them have turned out to be empty promises. I’ve experienced a lot of heartache along the way thanks to those empty promises. You, on the other hand, have promised me nothing. Yet you’ve shown me more caring and consideration in one night than those other people have shown me in all the years I’ve known them. If you left tomorrow, I’d be sad and I would miss you, but I wouldn’t be sorry about the time we spent together.”

“In that case, Ms. Webber, I’d love to see you again.”

“I’m getting so sleepy all of a sudden. We better get out of the tub.”

“Why? Aren’t you comfortable?”

“Yes,” she groaned. “I’m very comfortable but I better not fall asleep in here.”

“Why not? I’ll put you to bed in a little while.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Go ahead and go to sleep.”

“Okay,” she murmured, yawning widely.

She was asleep in under a minute. He watched her and was amazed at the amount of trust she had in him. He had no idea what was ahead for him, but he fervently hoped that Elizabeth would be a big part of his life for some time to come. Port Charles was definitely turning out to be more interesting than he ever imagined.