~~The Hunger~~

Chapter One - "You Do Something to Me That Just Won't Stop"

Lucky Spencer closed and locked the door to his apartment as he pulled
off his t-shirt. He slumped down on his bed wearing just his gym shorts and
closed his eyes. It was late; he had just come from his evening run and was
out of breath and tired, and God, he missed Elizabeth. She had been away now
for nearly two weeks and wouldn't be home until the weekend, three more long,
torturous days. She had gone to visit relatives with her grandmother and
had been gone much too long for his liking. He thought about their phone
conversation of the night before, the sound of her voice on the phone, nearly
breathless as she told him how much she loved him and missed him. He glanced
over at the picture of her on his nightstand, then closed his eyes again as
images of her danced in his head. He imagined Elizabeth lying naked beneath
him, her eyes never leaving his as he caressed and kissed every inch of her
body. He imagined her poised above him, leaning over him just enough so that
her hair grazed his chest as she kissed him, teased him, tormented him. And
he imagined Elizabeth in the shower with him. Oh yes, that was one of his
favorite images, the one he decided to dwell on. He loved the feel of their
bodies wet and slick against each other as the water beat down on them when
they made love.
His hand absentmindedly caressed the thickness in his shorts as he
thought of her, until finally he reached inside and gripped himself, stroking
slowly, savoring his memories. Jesus, Spencer, is this all you ever think
about? He laughed at himself; yea, I guess it is, he thought, as he got up
from the bed and removed his shorts, and headed for the bathroom to take a
semi-cold shower. He knew it wouldn't help; it never did. He had a hunger
for Elizabeth that was never sated. He stepped out of the shower and dried
himself off quickly, then looked in the mirror at his naked image. He could
almost see her standing in front of him, raised up on her tiptoes, her arms
locked around his neck, kissing him wantonly on the mouth. Oh what the hell,
he thought as he watched himself grip his hardness again, moving his hand up
and down ever so slowly so as to delay the exquisite feel of release he knew
was inevitable.

Elizabeth stood outside Lucky's bedroom door for a few moments, listening to the
heavy breathing she heard coming from inside. She had flown home early to
surprise Lucky, but she wondered now if it would be her who would be getting
the surprise. She was afraid to go in, afraid of what, or who, she would
find there. She heard the breathing become more labored, more desperate.
Her heart was pounding as she turned the doorknob slowly and quietly opened the door. She was certainly not prepared for what she found, but the relief of what she saw nearly brought her to her knees.
The bathroom door was open, and Lucky was standing naked in front of the
mirror one hand resting on the sink, the other wrapped around himself,
pumping furiously, his head tilted back slightly, his eyes closed, his
breathing ragged. But it was expression, God, she didn't think she would
ever forget it. She didn't think she ever wanted to forget it. He was
unaware of her presence, he was so lost in giving himself pleasure. She felt
her own body starting to respond as she watched him.
She wanted to let him know she was there, that she loved watching, but
she didn't want him to be so ashamed that he stopped. She wondered if he
would be angry that she was watching him, wondered if this was something he
preferred to keep secret, a pleasure he preferred to experience alone. She
decided she would just have to take the chance; nothing could tear her from
this room now. She quickly and quietly stepped out of her clothes, feeling
her own wetness starting to run down between her legs. She put her hand on
that wetness and began to slowly massage herself with one hand, while the
other cupped her breast and rubbed her nipple with her thumb. She watched as
Lucky pumped himself, knowing just the right combination of movements, slowly
at times, then faster, then slowly again, as if he were delaying his final
release to prolong the pleasure. When she realized that he was watching
himself in the mirror, and she could see the look in his eyes, she knew she had
to make herself known, or she would startle him with her own moans of
pleasure.
Her hand moved further down and she placed several fingers inside
herself, drawing them out when they were wet with her own juices. She
finally walked slowly and quietly to the door of the bathroom and whispered.
"Lucky…"
He stopped suddenly and turned to her, startled, embarrassed that he was
unable to disengage his fist from the task at hand. "Elizabeth…"
She took her hand and placed her wet fingers to his lips. "Shh..I came
home early to surprise you."
He gazed at her naked before him and saw that her eyes sparkled in that
wanton way that drove him crazy. "You're so beautiful, Elizabeth." He
gripped her hand with his free hand and sucked her fingers into his mouth,
reveling in the smell and taste of her. He closed his eyes and whispered.
"God, you taste good."
She pulled her fingers from his lips and placed them in her own mouth,
sucking on each of them in turn, then reached up to kiss him full and long on
the mouth. "Please don't stop, Lucky. I want to watch. I've wanted to
watch you for a long time."
"Oh, Jesus, Elizabeth. Do you know how many times I've wanted to do this
for you? To have you watch me? To be able to watch you?"
She smiled seductively and placed her hand over his that still held his
engorged penis in his hand. "All you had to do was ask." She took his free
hand in hers and pulled him out of the bathroom. "Come with me."
He nodded. He loved it when Elizabeth took an aggressive role and it
usually rendered him unable to speak, or even think, beyond the reality of
the moment.
She lowered herself on her back as he kneeled beside her on the bed. She
reached up and caressed his face. "Did you miss me, baby?"
He nodded. "You know I did. I always miss you when I'm not with you."
"Because I missed you more than you could ever imagine." She began to
slowly run her hands over her breasts, ever so lightly as she whispered, "Do
you like it when I do this? When I touch myself like this?" She cupped one
of her breasts in her hand and took her nipple between her thumb and
forefinger, rubbing it until it became hard. Lucky could only moan as he
slowly stroked himself. She slowly caressed her stomach and stopped briefly
just above that place he so desired, and looked into his eyes. "Or how about
this? Is this what you really want to see?" She spread her legs apart slightly and placed her hand between her legs and began slowly kneading and massaging herself. "I love to do this, Lucky, when you aren't with me. I did this every day while I was gone. I just imagined it was your hands." She signed deeply, her breath becoming more erratic. "It feels so good, baby."
Lucky sucked in his breath, his eyes narrowing as he watched, transfixed on
the vision before him. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" He
began to stroke himself faster. "God, you are making me crazy."
She smiled, almost wickedly. "That's the idea." They looked deeply into
each other's eyes; no words seemed necessary, as each was intent on giving themselves their own pleasure.
Finally, Lucky leaned over and took her breast in his mouth flicking his
tongue over her nipple, then biting it gently. She gave a long, almost
mournful moan and whispered, "I'm going to come, Lucky, I want you to come
with me."
With that she began stroking herself faster, her hips raising up off the
bed as she rotated them under her hand. Lucky matched his movements with her
own, stroking faster, harder, inching ever closer to his final release. Elizabeth bit her lip as she took her other hand and buried it deep inside herself as she came in a long, thundering, breathless shudder and called out his name over and over in the most desperate voice. "Lucky…."
"Elizabeth….Jesus." He continued to stroke himself, he was
almost there. She was still breathing heavily as she looked deeply into his
eyes, never leaving them, as she raised up and covered his hand with hers,
helping as he pumped himself harder and harder. Then, in what may have been
the most exquisite moment of Lucky's life, she wrapped her lips around the
tip of his penis, licking it gently with her tongue, pulling it deeper into
her mouth as he stroked harder, faster. Finally he closed his eyes and tilted
his head back briefly as he felt himself starting to come. He moaned as he
watched his seed spill into her mouth, onto her lips, down her chin and onto
her breasts. "God, I love you, Elizabeth." He watched as she lapped up
every drop left on him and then he leaned over and kissed her, his tongue
desperately searching hers, his desire for her stronger than ever. Finally
he pulled away and leaned down to lick some of her juices from her before
returning to her breast and licking his own come. Then he placed his lips
against hers, his tongue tasting of both of them, and whispered, "I love
the taste of both of us together."
She groaned against his lips and pulled him to her, her hands entwined in
his hair. They held each other tightly for a long time, waiting for their
breathing to return to normal. But Lucky wasn't sure his pulse would ever be
normal again. They had made love many times before, and quite passionately,
but this was the most intimate thing they had ever shared, and he had
experienced one of the most powerful and intense orgasms of his life. Lucky
was certain he would never be able to look at her again and not remember this
night, not feel himself get hard at the memory. In fact, he looked forward
to it. It would be his own delicious memory to call upon whenever he was
engaged in some menial task or boring conversation. He knew that this memory
would sustain him for a very long time.
After awhile Lucky was aware of her hand moving beneath him and he
realized she had begun to slowly stroke herself again. He smiled up at her.
"Oh, so you want more?"
"It's never enough, Lucky. You know that. Never enough."
"Never enough for me either, baby. You do something to me that just
won't stop." He kissed her deeply on the lips, then slid down her body,
kissing the hollow of her neck, stopping at her breasts, then her stomach and
finally her inner thighs. "Mmmm…God, you're still so wet. Let me take care
of this need you have, this insatiable hunger."
"Oh, God, yes, please do."
With that his tongue found the spot that was on fire, screaming for more.
She writhed and arched her hips beneath him as he parted the flesh and
continued to lick and suck and kiss her there, his tongue darting in and out
of her until she thought she would explode. The sound of her soft moans of
pleasure made him hard again and he began to stroke himself. Elizabeth put
her hands on his arms and said desperately, "Now, Lucky, I need you inside
me now."
He positioned himself above her then, his hands resting beside her head
as he entered her gently, slowly, at first, just the tip of him inside of
her. She put her hands on his hips and gripped him, pulling her closer to
him. "Please, Lucky. Please, God, I need all of you."
He leaned down and his mouth met hers as he entered her completely, their bodies becoming one again, both of them blocking all other thoughts from their minds except for the intense love and desire they had for each other. When at last they were spent, they lay together, bodies entwined, bathed in sweat, gazing into each other's eyes. After some time, when their breathing did, much to their surprise, return to normal, Lucky put his hand on the side of her face, and kissed her softly. "I love you so much, Elizabeth. Promise me we'll always be like this."
"You mean this passionate?"
He nodded as she reached over to kiss him, licking his lips with her
tongue. "Oh, this is just the beginning of all the things I have planned
for you, Lucky Spencer. You're not going to know what hit you, I promise you
that." He groaned as he pulled her to him again and realized there would be
no sleep for either of them tonight, perhaps not for many nights, perhaps
never again.

Chapter 2 - "Slow Dancin' Through the Night"

Luke Spencer looked up from the paperwork he was shuffling through on the
bar as Lucky strolled into the club. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." He held up his arm and tapped his watch and said, "Working banker's hours now are ya? Hell, this is beyond banker's hours, Cowboy."
Lucky grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Dad. Overslept. Got anything good to eat in the kitchen? I'm starving."
Luke eyed him precariously. "Looks more to me like 'didn't sleep'. Tell ya what, let me get you a bowl of Wheaties, son. You look like you could use the 'breakfast of champions'.
Lucky laughed. If you only knew, he thought. "Thanks. I'll go back and get something. Want anything while I'm back there?"
Luke poured a shot of whiskey in his shot glass and held it up. "Hell, no. I got all I need right here."
Lucky just shook his head as he wandered back to the kitchen. After he ate, he went back out to the bar and sat down with his laptop to work on the paperwork. Technically Lucky owned Luke's now, but it was Luke who still ran the show, and Lucky didn't mind that. He knew his father would never give up this club, no matter whose name it was in, and Lucky was fine with that. His talents were in keeping the books, something his father never really did master. So most of his time at work was spent doing the books and accepting shipments, and doing inventory, while his father schmoozed with the clientele. And three nights a week, Luke paid Lucky and his band to play at the club.
An hour into the task of recording the last week's receipts, Lucky felt his concentration begin to waver. His mind drifted back to Elizabeth and the events of the night before. He didn't think he had ever been so tired, or so happy to be so tired. What had he gotten? Maybe two hours of sleep, if that. The last time he looked at the clock it was 5:00 in the morning and it was a long time after that when he finally fell asleep. He and Elizabeth had both been insatiable, unable to get enough of each other, and had made love several times during the night.
He had awoken with a start and looked at the clock. It was 10:00. He
was supposed to be at work at 8:00. He had taken a quick shower, then debated
about waking Elizabeth up to say goodbye, and decided to let her sleep. Since she was still on vacation, she didn't need to get up for work or classes today. And he knew she had to be exhausted. He had watched her as she slept for a few minutes, then leaned over and pushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her softly on the lips. He remembered how she stirred slightly and murmured his name and he said, "Go back to sleep, Elizabeth. I'll see you tonight."
She turned away from him then, pulling the covers up around her neck and
said, "Love you." He was smiling to himself as he left the apartment.
The sensation that someone was staring at him brought him back to the present. He looked up to see Luke standing before him, arms crossed at his chest, grinning.
Lucky rolled his eyes at him, and returned to his computer. When he realized he wasn't going away, he looked back at him and said, pretending to be exasperated, "What?"
"What, what?"
"You know damn well what. What the hell are you looking at me like that
for?"
"Can't I look at my kid if I want and admire the man he's become?"
"Cut the crap, Dad."
"Okay, okay. You know, you're lookin' mighty ragged this morning, or whenever it is. And your concentration level, man, it just ain't there today. And you've got this shit-eatin'-cheshire-cat grin on your face."
Luke grabbed his shot glass, poured a generous shot of whiskey in it and
gulped it down, then leaned into Lucky's face, conspiratorially and said, "Come on, my boy, spill your guts. I'm kinda bored today and I need a good juicy story to get me revved up."
Lucky looked him in the eye. "You don't think that whiskey will do it? Jesus, Dad, it's only 11:00 in the morning."
Luke pulled back and his voice bellowed. "Yes it is, by God, and you're three fucking hours late for work." He looked sternly at Lucky, then began to laugh. "Oh hell, you're not gonna tell me are you? But my instincts tell me whatever it was it was worth it. In fact, I'd be damned surprised if it didn't have something to do with that lovely vision of a girl, Ms. Webber."
Lucky smiled, savoring his memories of last night and finally said, "That much I will tell you. She came home early from her trip to surprise me. Let's just say that it was quite a surprise. Quite a surprise."
"Now you're not playing fair. Details, boy, I need details!"
Lucky shook his head. Now, you know I'm not going to share those kinds
of details with you, Dad. What the hell are you thinking?"
"Oh hell, I don't know. I'm fifty-five years old and not quite as spry as I used to be, if you know what I mean, though I'm still pretty good, I must admit. But son, I need to live vicariously through you. All those wild, young, twenty something hormones raging. Damn, I wish I were your age again."
Lucky stood up, laughing. "You know what, Dad? I bet you could give me a real run for my money in that department. Besides, Mom doesn't seem to have any complaints. And she sure as hell is still head over heels in love with you. Though why she is I simply can't fathom sometimes. Now would be one of those times."
"Ah, she is still in love with me isn't she? God, I love that woman." His expression softened as he thought about Laura, then turned more serious as he looked back at Lucky. "God Dammit, leave your mother out of this. We're talking about you."
"Sorry, Dad. This is private stuff."
Luke finally gave in and sighed deeply, turning to down another shot of whiskey. Then he turned back to Lucky, his eyes twinkling. "Just tell me this much...was it worth it?'
Lucky mumbled under his breath. "Shit," and finally said, "Yea, Dad, it
was worth it."
"Good, good. I like that. Now go…get out of here."
Lucky looked at him, confused. "Go where?"
"Go home and get some sleep. You're worthless to me like this. Besides,
you've got a show to do tonight."
"Thanks, Dad. Thanks. I'll be back later on."
Lucky got up and started for the door. Luke yelled after him, "And make sure the lovely Elizabeth isn't there with you." He could still hear his father's laughter as he closed the door behind him.

Lucky went home to his apartment, hoping that Elizabeth would still be there, but she had left him a short note, saying that she loved him and that she would see him at the club later. He laid back on the bed, exhausted, and fell asleep.

Elizabeth arrived at the club after Lucky had already started playing. The club was crowded. Lucky's performances always brought out most of Port Charles, since eveyone loved him and his band's eclectic mix of blues, jazz and rock and roll.
Lucky glanced at the door just as Elizabeth walked in and nearly had to stop
singing. She took his breath away. She was wearing a short black, strapless
dress with a long, satin black coat over it. She smiled at him as she made
her way to the back of the club, stopping to talk to Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan on the way. Lucky found it hard to concentrate as he watched her, absentmindedly playing with the charm that hung from the chain around her neck, subconsciously caressing the skin above her breast as she did so.
When it was finally time for the band to take a break, Lucky stepped off the stage and worked his way through the crowd. Brenda Corinthos stopped him and said, "Lucky, we need to talk." Brenda, who had been presumed dead for several years, was back in Port Charles now, very much alive, and married to Sonny. She still ran L and B Records, and handled any bookings around town for his band. He smiled as he thought of their common bond. Lucky had been away for a time also, when he had been kidnapped by Cesar Faison and presumed dead the year he turned eighteen. Lucky wasn't gone as long as Brenda. He was back in Port Charles within six months of his kidnapping. He shook his head, not wanting to think of that time. Even after all these years it was something he couldn't dwell on for long.
"Later, Brenda. I gotta find Elizabeth."
"Okay, but it's important. Stop by the penthouse at lunch time tomorrow
and we'll talk."
He nodded and looked at Elizabeth, waiting patiently for him by the side
exit. A few other people stopped him and he tried not to look distracted as
he talked to them. He wondered how Elizabeth could look so calm, when all he
wanted to do was ravage her right here in the club.

"Finally, I thought I'd never get to you."
She smiled. "You should be glad there are so many people here. You know
they all love you."
"Ah, but you love me, that's the most important thing to me." He slipped
his arm inside her coat and around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her on the lips, softly. He whispered in her ear. "You've been driving me crazy tonight, you know that don't you?"
She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes at him. "Whatever do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Playing with that necklace, caressing yourself…." He ran his finger softly over the place just about her
breast…."Right here." As he did, he moved his other hand, still inside her
coat, down her body, resting it for a moment just below the dress, and
caressed the back of her leg. He moved his hand slowly up her leg until it
rested on her buttocks, and he groaned as he felt the thin lace of her panties. He buried his face in her hair. "Shit. The black ones?" She nodded and he said, "Are you trying to kill me?"
Elizabeth's eyes widened in feigned shock as she felt his hand on her rear, but her breathing was labored. He pulled her closer as his mouth found hers, kissing her desperately, his tongue starting to part her lips. Elizabeth pulled away a little. "Lucky…"
"What's wrong?"
"We aren't exactly alone here, you know."
He looked around at the room full of people. "Sorry. You make me forget
minor things like that. I missed you today, Eliizabeth….after last night…."
"I know, Lucky. Believe me, I know." She took his hand and said, "Come
with me."
She led him out the back door, into the dark alley, where she hoped no one was lurking. She pushed him against the brick wall and pressed her body into his, as she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss that left him breathless. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, so that she would feel his hardness pressing against her. "See what I've been dealing with all day thinking about you?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
They were desperate, hands in each others hair, pulling at each other, until finally Lucky turned them around so that Elizabeth was against the wall. His hand dove between her legs and found the lace of her panties wet. He massaged her as she moaned against his lips. His voice was husky as he said, "God, I want you. I want you now." She quickly reached down and unfastened his jeans, pulling down the zipper and taking him in her hand. The feel of her hands on him sent a thrill down his spine. He slid his hand down her leg and pulled her knee up to his side. As Elizabeth moved the lace of her panties aside he slid easily inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her close with one arm and held her knee up with the other as he slid in and out of her slowly at first, then faster, until suddenly he felt Elizabeth tense up.
She had heard the door open just before he did. They heard someone step
outside and say, "Hey, Spencer, five minutes."
Lucky whispered, "Shit. Busted." Then, "Yea, okay. I'll be right there." Lucky was still inside her, harder than ever. Must have been something about the fear of discovery. He was more turned on than ever now. He heard the door close and knew they were alone again. He leaned his forehead against Elizabeth's trying to breathe normally again. "I'm sorry, baby."
"Lucky, do you think he knew?" She couldn't help but giggle.
"I hope not. Jesus, I hope not. Maybe it was dark enough, and there is this coat you know." He reluctantly slid out of her and zipped his jeans back up, even though he was still hard and in considerable pain because of it. "I guess this will have to wait until later."
Elizabeth stroked him lightly through his jeans. "Let's just say it was
a preview of things to come….so to speak."
Lucky placed his hands on either side of her face. "God, I love you."
He kissed her softly on the lips before taking her hand and walking back
inside.

Later, back in his apartment, after they had eaten the pizza they brought
home with them, Lucky looked at her, tilting his head a little to the side..
"You're awfully quiet. You okay?"
"I'm fine. Just tired."
"Me too."
"Lucky, will you dance with me?"
"Of course. Let me put on some music."
He started to get up but she grabbed his hand to stop him. "We don't need music. I just want to be in your arms."
He pulled her up to him, pulling her close, and they stood that way for a
long time, swaying a little just as if they really could hear music. Finally
she pulled away for a minute and looked into his eyes. "We haven't really
had time to talk since I got back. I just want you to know how much I missed
you and how much I love you. I just needed you to hold me like this."
"I guess things have been a bit frenetic since last night. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I wouldn't change a minute of it. But right now, this
is what I want. It's all I need."
Lucky felt tears welling in his eyes. God, he loved this woman, the way
she could go from being the wanton lover of his dreams to this, just wanting
and needing him to hold her. There was nothing he loved more. They had been
through so much in the years they had been together, but he had never loved
her as much as he did at this moment.
"Lucky, I don't ever want to be away from you again, not for any amount
of time. I've had to do that too many times in the past. Promise me we
won't be apart ever again."
"I promise, baby. I promise." He pulled her close again and they danced
to the music only they could hear for a long time.




Chapter 3 - "Enticement"

Lucky awoke the next morning to find Elizabeth's side of the bed empty and cold. He hoped she hadn't gotten up and left already. He had something important to give her. He hoped she was still there, since he would much rather share this with her than take care of it himself. But take care of it he must. He reached down and began stroking himself for a moment, thinking about last night in the alley. God, Elizabeth had made him so hot, was making him so hot right now. He needed to find her. He called out to her but she didn't answer, so he got up and wandered into the kitchen where he poured himself a cup of coffee. The coffee was still hot so she couldn't have been gone long. He looked through the rest of the apartment, but there
was no sign of her. Not even a note. He knew she didn't have class or have to go to work, so he couldn't imagine where she had gone so early. It wasn't even 8:00 yet.
He wandered into the bathroom and took a quick shower. He was walking out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist when he heard the key in the door. Elizabeth entered the apartment, carrying a large bag, which he knew was from Kelly's. She smiled at him when she saw he was only wearing a towel. "Good morning."
"I missed you when I woke up. Where did you go?"
"I was hungry for a good Kelly's breakfast, and thought you might be,
too."
"I am famished." He took the bag from her and set it down on the counter, and pulled her into his arms. "But not necessarily for food."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he bent down to kiss her, long and passionately on the mouth, his tongue seeking hers. He pulled her close and she reached her hand down between his legs. "Is this for me?"
"Only you, baby. No one else, ever."
"Except you, sometimes."
He laughed. "Well, technically, yea, I guess that's true. But it's all for you this morning."
"Good, because we need to finish what we started last night."
Elizabeth gripped the towel that was around his waist and undid it, letting it fall to the floor so that Lucky stood naked before her. She ran her hands over the muscles of his shoulders as she glanced down at him, smiling at the sight of his erection. He caught her around the waist and pulled her to him, kissing her hungrily on the mouth as he fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans. She stepped out of them as he pulled her sweater over her head. He pulled her to him again, thrilling to the feel of their naked bodies pressed together.
She shoved him gently down on one of the chairs in the kitchen and knelt before him as she looked up at him, smiling. "I think this needs my attention, don't you?"
Lucky groaned as she wrapped her hand around him. He put his hand in her
hair and whispered. "Oh, yes, definitely."
She began to stroke him, trying to match what she had seen him do the night she had arrived home and surprised him. She looked up at him, looking for his approval. His eyes were half closed, his breathing heavy as he moaned in pleasure.
"You like that? How about this? Is this better?" She leaned down and began to slowly lick the tip of his erection, pulling away for a minute, then returning, teasing him, tormenting him with her tongue.
"Jesus, Elizabeth. What are you trying to do to me?"
She took him deeply into her mouth then, moving her lips up and down the length of him, slowly at first, then faster as she continued to stroke him. Lucky leaned back further in the chair, as he raised his hips up to meet her strokes. God, he needed to come. And soon. But he wasn't ready just yet. He needed to taste her. "Come here, sweetie." He pulled her up so that she was standing in front of him and he pulled her between his legs. He ran his hands over her body, finally resting on her breast which he held in his hand as he leaned in to take it in his mouth, slowly circling the nipple with his tongue as she ran her fingers through his wet hair. He continued to tease her nipple with his tongue as his other hand traveled up the inside of her thigh. When at last his finger came in contact with her wet center, he felt
her fall against him just a little. He put one finger inside of her, moving it in and out, and murmured against her breast. "So wet...god, you're so wet."
He pulled his mouth from her breast and looked up at her as he lifted one leg up over his shoulder and pulled her closer to him, his lips licking the insides of her thighs. "Lucky, please....please...." His tongue was finally where she needed it to be, and he began to lick her slowly, making small circles with his tongue, alternately darting it inside her. She gripped his shoulders with her hands to steady herself as she moved against his mouth.
Finally he whispered, "I need to be inside you, Elizabeth."
He lowered her leg then and gripped her waist as she straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed for a long time before she started to move her hips, rotating them just enough to make him moan. Finally she braced her feet on the floor and began to rock slowly back and forth as they gazed into each other's eyes. Just as he sensed she was about to come, he took his finger and slid it just inside her and stroked her. She cried out his name as he pulled her hips against him and they came together in a mind shattering orgasm.
Lucky leaned his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "You're gonna give me a heart attack, baby. You know that don't you?"
She laughed and traced her hands over his face. "I don't know, Lucky, I
think you have the stamina to survive."
"I hope so, cause I don't ever want to give this up."
"As long as I'm around you don't ever have to."
He kissed her gently on the lips. "Have I told you how much I love you?"
"Many times. But I never get tired of hearing it."
"So what are your plans for today?"
"I'm going to go to class. Since I'm back I may as well get back to school. How about you?"
"Well, I need to get to work. Dad will kill me if I'm late again."

"I hate to tell you, baby, but you're already late."
He laughed. "Well, not as late as yesterday. So, I probably better get going soon, and I have to stop by the penthouse to see Brenda around lunch time."
"What do you think that's about?"
"Oh, it's nothing important. She just needs to see me." Lucky kissed her on the cheek. "Let's go take a shower...oh, and I have something really important to talk to you about tonight when we get home from the club."
"Something good?"
He smiled. "I think so. I hope you do, too."

Lucky arrived at Sonny and Brenda's penthouse at 11:00 and Johnny let him
in. Brenda greeted him at the door.
"Lucky, hi. Come on in."
"What's up, Brenda?"
Lucky stepped inside and saw another woman, perhaps in her late twenties
sitting on the couch. She rose and approached him as he entered the room.
She was striking to look at, and extremely confident in her manner. She was wearing a long, flowing gauze skirt with jacket to match, a chain with several crystals hung from her neck. Her hair was dark brown, with blonde streaks, and long, flowing, wild curls. She smiled warmly at him. "Hi Lucky. My name is Heather Leigh. I work with Singing Dog Records in New York City. I'll cut right to the chase. My boss, Julie Powell, caught your show last week at Luke's and was blown away by what she saw. She sent me down here to talk to you, to ask if you would be interested in meeting with her to talk about making a record deal."
Lucky looked at Brenda, questioningly. "I don't understand, Brenda. I
thought if I made a record deal it would be with you and L and B."
"They can offer you a lot more money than I can, Lucky. They're one of the biggest record companies in the country. I can't compete with what they can offer you."
Lucky ran his hand through his hair.. "Sorry, you kinda took me by surprise here. This was the last thing I was expecting."
Heather spoke up. "Lucky, I can understand your hesitation, but what can it hurt to come to New York and talk to Julie?"
He thought for a moment. "I don't know. I need to talk to my girlfriend before I make a decision."
"Julie will pay all of your expenses, for you and anyone you want to bring with you."
"Well, I have a show to do tonight and tomorrow night at my dad's club. I can't possibly leave before Sunday morning."
"That's fine. Julie has left some time open for you on Monday morning. I haven't seen you perform yet, but I plan to stop by tonight and catch your
show."
Lucky nodded, a million thoughts racing through his head. A record deal, which in turn would probably mean touring. And time away from Elizabeth. Music was his first love, there was never any doubt about that, and he had dreamed of making it his career, but now that he was faced with the prospect of actually making a record deal, he was having doubts. Well, as Heather said, what could it hurt to check into it? Just because he was going to talk about it didn't mean he had to sign anything.
"So, Lucky, what's the verdict?"
Brenda touched his arm. "You'd be a fool to turn this opportunity down."
"But, Brenda, my loyalty is to you." He looked at Heather apologetically. "No offense to you."
"None taken. I understand, but L and B will soon be a subsidiary to our company so you would still be involved with her. She would still handle all your bookings if you go on tour."
Lucky sighed. "Okay, I like the sounds of that. I trust Brenda, you know? She's the best."
Brenda smiled and kissed him on the cheek "Thanks, Lucky. I'm really excited for you. This is the big break you've needed, and of course you can still play at Luke's when you aren't touring."
Heather looked hopeful. "So, the answer is yes?"
"You're very persuasive, but in a nice way....yea, I'll go to New York and talk to Julie."
"Great! Now, if you'll both excuse me, I need to get back to the hotel and make some calls. I'll see you tonight at Luke's. I'm looking forward to hearing The Lucky Spencer Band for myself." She extended her hand and Lucky shook it. He liked Heather. She was very open, and aggressive, yet very sincere. He could tell they were going to get along fine.
As soon as Heather left, Lucky slumped down on the couch, his head in his hands. "Man, I need to sit down and regroup."
"Need a drink?"
"No thanks. Just need to catch my breath for a minute. I had no idea this is what you wanted to see me about."
"Lucky, I've met Julie Powell. She's very powerful, very much the executive businesswoman, but she can also be very devious, and manipulative. But she'll cut you a fair deal. Just beware of her, okay? And stick close to Heather. She's a gem. Always go by what she says. She''ll never lead you astray."
He nodded. "Okay. Listen, I need to get going. My dad is probably wondering where in the hell I am. And I need to call Elizabeth and tell her about this. And I want to call Alexis Davis to see if she'll go with us. Do you think that's a good idea?"
"That's a great idea. It can't hurt to have an attorney with you to look over the contract if you decide to sign a deal."
He nodded. "Okay, Brenda. I'll see you later tonight at the club?"
"I'll be there."

Luke sat in his office at the desk, downed a shot of whiskey and leaned
his forehead on this hand. Where in the hell was that son of his? Something
was up with him. He had been late for work again this morning and then left
again at 10:00 for a "lunch date" and now at 2:00 he still wasn't back
He heard the door open and started to yell, "Well, it's about time....." then he looked up, stopped his tirade, and smiled widely at the sight of Laura at the door. "Hey, darlin'...what a ray of sunshine you are in an otherwise bleak day."
She closed the door behind her. "Thanks, so are you. I came to see Lucky. Is he here?"
"Lucky? Lucky who? Never heard of him."
She laughed. "I take it he isn't here then."
"I don't know where the hell he is, Laura. I'll tell you one thing. His mind sure isn't on his job since Elizabeth got home."
"Luke, I'm sure he'll have a good explanation when he gets here. Maybe he got tied up somewhere."
Luke chuckled to himself. "Yea, I'll bet that's it." He walked around from behind the desk and approached Laura. He pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her hair. "Damn, you smell good! I missed you last night, babe. You were asleep when I got home and I didn't want to wake you."
"Luke, you know I always want you to wake me."
He pulled back and looked at her, his hand on the side of her face. "You know you get more beautiful every day?"
She smiled and reached up to kiss him on the mouth, softly at first, then more desperately. He pulled her closer, his hands running up and down the length of her back. She felt his hardness against her and smiled even more as he breathed in deeply and let out a long exhale. "It's been too long, baby. What's it been? At least two days?"
"Something like that."
"Hell, that's a lifetime for me!" He pushed her jacket off her shoulders and heard it hit the floor. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and slid his hand inside under her bra, cupping her breast. She sighed against his mouth.
"Nice. I like that."
"How many customers we got out there, baby?
"Only a few. The lunch rush seems to be over."
"Come on." He took her hand and led her behind the desk. She sat on the desk, facing him, as she had done many times in this office, though perhaps never in the middle of the day, when at any moment someone could walk in. Laura watched Luke as he sat down in the chair in front of her and slowly ran his hands up her legs, caressing them softly as he did. When he reached the top of her thighs he slid his hand between her legs, delighted to find that she was not wearing underwear, and she was already wet. "You vixen, you. You came here today for just this reason didn't you?"
"Who me?" She said in her most innocent voice.
Luke smiled wickedly at her. "Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to take care of you now, aren't I?"
He gathered up the long, flowing skirt she was wearing and pushed it up as his hand slowly stroked her, making her moan with pleasure. Laura leaned back bracing herself with her hands on the desk, as Luke spread her legs just a little and began to lick the insides of her thighs, finally finding the hot, wet spot where she needed his tongue to be. After all these years, she still thrilled to his touch, still become a giddy schoolgirl again when she was around him. She put her legs over his shoulders, drawing him as close to her as possible as he worked his magic on her with his tongue and hands. Finally she put her hands in his hair and pulled his head up so that he was looking at her. She whispered, "Luke, I want you. Now."
He stood up then, and leaned in to kiss her hungrily on the mouth, as he unzipped his jeans. Laura reached for him, and began stroking him in the way she knew made him wild with desire for her. "Now, Luke. I can't wait another minute for you to be inside me."
With that, he guided himself into her and leaned forward, shoving papers off his desk as he cradled her in his arms and kissed her as he slowly moved in and out of her. Finally he stood up again and pulled her with him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and his strokes became more aggressive, more insistent until he was pounding into her as she moaned and her breathing became more ragged. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer against him as he felt himself starting to come. "God, what you do to me, woman." He looked deeply into her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and matched him, stroke for stroke as she came again and again.
They held each other for a long time, waiting for their breathing to become normal again. He pulled back, finally, and put his hand on her face and said softly. "Oh yes, definitely a ray of sunshine on an otherwise bleak day."
She smiled, with the beautiful afterglow she always got after they had made love, like she had transcended heaven and earth and had become an angel. He always swore there was a halo around her after they made love.
"I love you, Luke. That was....quite exquisite...but only a preview of what awaits you when you come home tonight."
"Oooh, now you're talking my language, baby."
She laughed and began to disentangle herself from him. When her feet were finally on the floor, she reached up, gave him a quick kiss and disappeared into the small bathroom. Luke stood there grinning for a minute. Man, how he loved spontaneity and oh, yea, don't forget that wonderful feeling of danger, the fear of being discovered. He loved that feeling. In fact he lived for it, and he suspected his son Lucky had inherited that trait from him. Suddenly, amidst all these feelings, he realized that he had not yet zipped up his jeans. He tucked himself back in, though he was already hard again from thinking about what had just transpired, and what awaited him later. He was just finishing with the button on his jeans when Lucky burst through the door. "Sorry, Dad, I got tied up. I had lunch with Brenda
and..." He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the grin on Luke's face. "Now who's got the shit-eatin'-cheshire-cat grin on his face?" Then he saw Laura's jacket and the papers on the floor. "What the hell happened here?"
Luke smiled even more at the thought that a few moments sooner and Lucky
would have walked in on them. Hell, it wouldn't have been the first time he almost caught them. Luke and Laura had been prone to have sex just about anytime, anywhere in the twenty some years they had been together. It was a miracle that Lucky had never actually caught them in the act growing up, but he sure as hell had come mighty close more times that Luke could remember. Oh well, didn't someone tell him just last night that Lucky and Elizabeth had been seen out in the alley, looking like they were doing a lot more than just kissing? Ah, Lucky, I'm so proud of you...you really are my boy, he thought, a man after my own heart.
Luke began to speak just as Laura came out of the bathroom, her cheeks
still flushed. "Lucky!" Her eyes widened as she looked at Luke and put her
hand on his arm to brace herself as they both began to laugh uncontrollably.
Lucky shook his head. "Okay, I'm not even going to ask what this is about. Jesus, you two need to grow up."
"Never, son, never!! Now, do you want to tell me where in the hell you've been?"
They all looked toward the door as Elizabeth walked in. "Good, you're
here, too." Lucky smiled and pulled her into his arms, kissed her on the
cheek and looked at Luke and Laura. "You guys aren't going to believe what I
have to tell you."


Chapter 4 - "Elizabeth"

Elizabeth stared out at the darkness from her window seat on the airplane as Lucky slept with his head on her shoulder. It was Sunday evening, in mid-October and they were on their way to New York City. She couldn't help but remember the last time they had been in New York, when they were still so young and idealistic, and thought that nothing could ever hurt them or tear them apart. They had gone to visit the art school where Elizabeth had applied to go to college.
She remembered the sweetness of that night, how they had spent hours walking around the city, choosing the neighborhood they would live it, planning their future. She remembered how Lucky had confessed to her that he had visited Tammy when she was still a prostitute and that nothing had happened. He explained that it was telling Tammy about her that made him realize how much he loved her. And she remembered how they had nearly made love for the first time that night, but decided that the time wasn't right then, that they wanted their first time to be someplace special, someplace that had real meaning for both of them.
And then, only a week later, Lucky was gone, presumed dead in a fire at the motorcycle shop he lived over. With Lucky gone Elizabeth had wanted to die, too. She couldn't bear her life without him, couldn't bear the thought of going to New York without him. And so she had settled on going to art school in Port Charles, and had reluctantly gone on with her life, missing him more every day.
Then in December of that year, nearly five years ago, on Christmas day, Lucky had miraculously came back to Port Charles after being kidnapped and held captive by one of his father's enemies, Cesar Faison. She remembered Luke promising her that he had a special gift for her for Christmas. She remembered seeing Lucky standing in the doorway of Luke and Laura's house that day and the way he said her name so softly as he held his arms out to her. She remembered the way they cried as they held each other. Of course there had been adjustments to make, new issues to deal with. Lucky was often sullen and withdrawn when he first returned, having spent most of his time alone while he was held captive. But with her help and the help of Dr. Kevin Collins he was able to deal with whatever demons he had brought home with him and was able to slowly found his way back to himself, back to her.
She had made a vow long ago that she would always support him no matter what he decided to do with his life. And although she was excited for him and what this new opportunity could mean for him, she couldn't shake the gnawing, sick feeling in the pit of her stomach that the outcome of this trip to New York could change their lives forever, and not necessarily for the better.
She thought back to Friday, when Lucky first met Heather Leigh and she asked him to come to New York to meet with Julie Powell. That night after his show at the club, they had gone back to his apartment and made love right away, kissing each other and ripping their clothes off before they were even inside the door. They ended up making love on the floor by the front door, not even making it to the bedroom.
When they finally made their way to the bedroom they made love again and afterward Lucky collapsed on top of Elizabeth, burying his face in her neck, still inside her, both of them reluctant to separate after their intense love-making session. Something had changed about the way they made love since she had returned home from her trip. There seemed to be more urgency, more desperation, more need for both of them. They simply couldn't get enough of each other. When her breathing was finally less labored, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and turned her face to his ear and whispered. "I love you, Lucky."
He raised up and looked into her eyes, stroking her hair. "I love you, too, Baby."
"Lucky, do you think that what we have is rare? Do you think everyone finds what we have?"
"No, I don't. I think that what we have is something few people ever find in their lifetime. I think my mom and dad have definitely found it. I mean, look at how passionate they still are, even after all these years, after all they've been through. Even the time they spent apart didn't kill that." He smiled at her then. "You know what we almost walked in on earlier today don't you?"
Elizabeth giggled. "Well, I think I had a pretty good idea. They were acting so guilty."
"No, not guilty. They would never feel guilty about loving each other. I think they were just feeling smug because they got away with it. And my dad, well, you know how he likes to live on the edge. I imagine he gets some kind of rush knowing someone could have walked in on them."
"Gee, I think I know someone else like that." Lucky smiled as she said, "Have you ever walked in on them making love?"
He shook his head, "No, but there have probably been a lot of near misses, like today. Somehow I don't think it's meant for a child to see their parents making love, so it's never happened. But I love that they still do, that they're still so much in love with each other."
"It's inspiring you know? Do you think we'll be that way when we're their age?"
"We'd better be. God, if you only knew what you do to me."
"Well, that works both ways, you know."
He smiled. "I hope so."
He pulled away from her a little, lying on his back, pulling her close to him. She rested her head on his chest for a moment, listening to his heart beating, running her hand lightly over his chest.
"Lucky, can I ask you something?"
He pulled her closer. "You know you can ask me anything. What is it?"
She raised up and looked into his eyes. "Were you upset that we didn't make love last night?"
"Upset? Elizabeth I could never be upset with you, especially about that. Of course I wasn't upset with you. Where is this coming from?"
"I don't know. I mean, we didn't finish what we started in the alley last night. I thought maybe you were, I don't know, disgusted with the way I acted when I came home early the other night."
He put his hand on the side of her face and when he spoke it was in a soft whisper. "No. No, Elizabeth. Is that why you were so quiet last night after we came home?"
She bit her lip and nodded.
"First of all, I love you Elizabeth, and I always want you, but I don't have to make love to you every day. I knew you were tired last night, and so was I. Holding you was just what I wanted and needed. And what we shared that night you came home was the most intimate thing two people can share. It takes an incredible amount of love and trust to be able to share that with another person. I think it made us even closer, if that's possible." He saw the tears welling in her eyes. "Have you been worrying about this all this time?"
"I guess so. I just felt strange about it afterwards. Like maybe you didn't really like it."
"And you still felt that way after what happened in the alley last night? After this morning?" She nodded and he kissed her softly on the lips. "Baby, I more than liked it. I loved it. I love you."
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Anything."
"Lucky, did you, you know, since we didn't make love, did you take care of it yourself?"
"No, I didn't. I was pretty tired, and besides, I wanted to wait for you."
"Um, is that something you do all the time? I mean, take care of things yourself?"
"All the time? No. But sometimes, yes. There are a lot of days I would be walking around in misery all day if I didn't take care of it. And to be honest, sometimes that doesn't even take care of it. You drive me crazy you know, even when you aren't with me."
"Have you ever done it when I'm here?"
Lucky looked away from her. "Elizabeth…"
"It doesn't bother me that you do it, Lucky, I'm just curious."
"Yes, I have. Not very often. But there have been a few times, after you've gone to sleep and I'm still wanting you." He traced his hand lightly down her cheek and neck, and cupped her breast lightly, rubbing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Well, I always want you, you know that." He tilted his head a little and asked her, "Are you okay about this now? You know how much I love you? You know I would never be upset with you if we don't always make love?"
She nodded and pulled him in for a long, lingering kiss, then pulled away and sat up facing him, her expression growing more serious. "Lucky, you know we've avoided talking about what happened today."
Lucky sat up then and leaned his head back against the headboard. "I know. I'm still trying to make sense of it all."
"I really liked Heather you know. I felt like I'd always known her."
"I liked her too. A lot. I was watching you two while I was singing. You seemed to be having a really good time."
She laughed. "We were. She's a lot of fun and I think she's really sincere. She thought you were phenomenal, you know. I mean, you are phenomenal, but she said you would be a fool not to target a bigger audience, that you could be a really big sensation."
"That's nice that she said that. But something's bothering you about it. I can sense it."
She shook her head. "No, not really bothering me, it's just...."
"Is it something that happened at the club tonight? Is it my going to New York? Because if you have any reservations about it at all, I'll cancel the trip and just tell them I'm not interested."
"No, Lucky. I would never ask you to do that. You know I'll do anything to support you and I'd never stand in the way of you making a career with your music."
Lucky ran his hand through his hair. "That's the funny part about all of this. I never really saw myself making a career as a singer, you know."
"I know you would rather be known for your writing. But this will put you out there so people will know about you and they'll know that you write all your own songs. Besides, even if you sign a contract it doesn't mean you have to do it for the rest of your life."
"That's true. But I know you must have reservations. I know I do."
"I do have reservations, Lucky, but I think this is something you have to pursue if only to see if it's what you really want."
"Well, I don't like the idea of being away from you if they want me to go on tour. I don't like that idea at all. And the subject of being away from you brings me to what I wanted to ask you about tonight."
"What?"
He reached up and pushed a piece of hair back from her face, leaving his hand in her hair. "Well, I decided that since you spend just about every night here anyway, I think it's time you moved in here. I think it's time you moved out of your grandmother's house."
"Yes."
"I mean, if you need to think about it first that's okay. You don't have to decide right..."
Elizabeth started laughing and grabbed the sides of Lucky's face. "Lucky, I said yes. I want to move in here."
He smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Oh, you have no idea how happy that makes me."
"I think I do. I love the thought of being here every night and every morning with you. We may never get any sleep though. You know that don't you?"
Lucky laughed and pulled her into his arms, pushing her slowly back on the bed as his hand grazed her breast and he murmured against her mouth, "Oh
yea, I know. But I can't think of a better reason to be tired all the time."

Elizabeth was brought back to the present when Lucky stirred and moved in
closer to her and nuzzled her neck. She looked down at him and pushed a piece of hair back from his forehead. She loved how his hair fell into his face sometimes, how it curled over his collar at the back of his neck, and she loved that he had kept it long after he came back home all those years ago. It suited him, and she loved running her fingers through it. "Hey, you're awake."
"Um hmmm." He circled her waist and pulled her closer to him and started kissing her neck. "I had this really hot dream about you." He took her hand and placed it over the hardness in his jeans. "See what you do to me?"
He moaned against her neck as she stroked him softly through his jeans. She whispered, "I think we should see what we can do about taking care of this, don't you?"
He pulled back and looked at her, his eyes widening. "You mean here, on the plane?"
"Yes, silly. Look around us, nearly everyone is asleep. I'll go to the restroom and in a few minutes you can join me there."
"God, I love how you think."
Elizabeth stood up and leaned over to kiss Lucky hungrily on the mouth. "See you in a few minutes, Baby."
As she climbed over him he ran his hand up the back of her leg and rested it between her legs for a moment, feeling the wetness there. She stopped and allowed him to stroke her for a moment as she closed her eyes, bracing herself against his shoulders. Finally she pulled herself away from him and made her way down the aisle to the bathroom. Lucky waited for just a few minutes before following her. He found the door unlocked when he got there and slowly opened it. Elizabeth was sitting on the sink, her blouse opened to reveal her black lace bra.
Lucky grabbed her, pulling her to him as she fumbled with the button and then the zipper of his jeans. She whispered against his lips, "We don't have much time, Lucky. We'll be landing soon."
"I know. God, Baby, that black lace, you have no idea what seeing you in that does to me."
"Oh yes I do. Why do you think I wear it?"
He bent down and covered her bra with his mouth, sucking on her breast through the fabric. There was something about making love to her with her clothes still on that he always found incredibly erotic. Elizabeth grabbed his head, her hands in his hair and pulled him back up to her, kissing him, her tongue finding his as his hand reached up under her skirt. He groaned when he realized she had already removed her panties, and she was hot and wet and ready for him. As he kissed her, he guided himself into her and pulled her closer. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they began to move together, slowly at first, then faster until at last they both found their release and collapsed against each other.
"God, that was incredible. You are so beautiful, Elizabeth, and so incredibly sexy."
"If I am it's only because you make me feel that way." She sighed as she reached behind her for her panties. "I wish we could just stay in here and hide from the world for awhile, but we probably should get back to our seats. It has to be about time for us to land."
Back in their seats they were quiet for several minutes until Elizabeth finally spoke. "Lucky, are you nervous about tomorrow?"
"Yea, I am, a little. I'm not sure what to think of this woman, Julie Powell after what Brenda told me. But I imagine Heather will be there, too, so that makes me feel better. You're going with me aren't you?"
"Lucky, I would never let you go to something so important alone. I have to protect my interest here, you know. I can't let all these new women in your life come between us."
Lucky took her hand in his as the plane began its descent into New York
City and said, "No one is ever going to come between us, baby, I promise."



Chapter 5 - Part One - "Holding Love On Our Fingertips"

The elevator door closed and Lucky glanced over at Elizabeth, admiring
how sexy she looked in her tight black skirt and red sweater set. Damn, she
looks good enough to eat right now, he thought. He was cursing himself for
sleeping through the alarm. He had awakened earlier in the morning with a
raging ache in his loins, remembering the encounter on the airplane last
night. He had turned toward Elizabeth and pulled her back against him,
pressing himself into her, but she had only murmured in her sleep and not
woken up. Then they both overslept and had just enough time to shower, dress
and grab a cab in time to make it here to Julie Powell's office by 10:00.
Now he stood in an elevator with her, and three other people, his loins
still on fire. Even though he tried to think about something else, his mind
kept wandering back to the airplane sex and the sight of Elizabeth sitting on
that sink with her blouse open, revealing the black lace bra. He smiled as
he thought that now they were members of the Mile High Club, and he looked
forward to logging many more hours engaging in that particularly invigorating
activity. In fact, he was entertaining a fantasy at this very moment of
actually getting away with it while still in their seats. Ah, now there was
something to think about for the future.
Since they were standing in the back of the elevator, the others had
their backs to them. Lucky inched closer to Elizabeth and ran his hand
lightly down her back, until it rested under her rear. As he began to
massage the area between her legs she jumped and cried out, looking at him
with her eyes wide. The other occupants of the elevator turned to look and
Lucky smiled at them, his eyes twinkling and his hand still stroking her.
"Elevator phobia. She'll be fine." They all nodded, oblivious to his
activity, and turned around. Elizabeth stifled a laugh as he continued to
stroke her, nuzzling her neck and as he whispered, "I want you. Right now."
Elizabeth reached out and teased him through the front of his jeans and
he felt his stomach contract. God, he really did want her right now. What
the hell was wrong with him? Finally the three intruders, as he now thought
of them, reached their destination and got off the elevator. Lucky didn't
wait for the door to close before grabbing Elizabeth and pulling her close,
his mouth assaulting hers, his hand at her breast. She fumbled with the
button of his jeans as he fell back against the wall and said, "I should be
nervous as hell about this meeting. I'm on the verge of doing something that
could alter our lives drastically, and all I can think about is how much I
want you. Right here, right now."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his.
"The idea of having sex here is incredibly tempting, but Lucky, we only have
10 more floors to go."
He groaned as her hand found the front of his jeans again and she pressed in
on his erection. He frantically reached for the "stop" button and the
elevator stopped. They began kissing each other hungrily, Elizabeth tugging
at his zipper. When she finally freed him, she wrapped her hand around him
and began to stroke him slowly, until Lucky glanced at the clock in the
elevator and whispered. "Jesus help us, Elizabeth. It's 10:00. It probably
wouldn't look good for me to be late." He covered her hand with his and
helped her stroke for a moment longer, reluctant to stop, before he gently
took her hand away. "I guess we better continue this later."
She leaned over and ran her tongue lightly over the tip of his erection and
said, "Just a little teaser for you."
Lucky pulled her back up to him and kissed her quickly on the lips. As
he fastened his jeans he said, "I'm a dead man, Elizabeth. I'm gonna walk
into this meeting with a raging hard-on. What an impression THAT will make."
"Don't worry, baby, that long shirt will hide everything. I'm the only
one who will know what's going on under those jeans. You'll be fine."
"Yea, if only I could walk."
She laughed as he punched the button to start the elevator again. "Think
about something else, anything else."
"That's going to be kind of hard with you right beside me looking so damn
sexy."
He took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as the elevator opened to a
large reception area. Before they exited the elevator, Elizabeth touched his
arm. "You okay, baby?"
He kissed her quickly on the lips and said, "I am now."
"It'll be okay, Lucky. I'll still love you no matter what you decide."
"And you know, that's really the only important thing to me. I love you."
"Oh, I think you've made that quite clear a number of times."
Heather Leigh looked up from her desk as she heard the elevator doors
open. She smiled when she saw them and stood up to greet them. "Hey, you
two. You made it. How was the flight?"
They exchanged the briefest of conspiratorial glances as they remembered
just how good the flight was, and Lucky said, "It was great, actually."
She came around the desk then and said. "You feeling okay about this
today, Lucky?"
Lucky nodded. "Yea, I am, not too nervous. Alexis Davis should be here
soon."
"She's already in with Julie. I'll show you in." She led them to the
door to Julie's office, but before opening it she turned to Lucky. "Lucky,
don't let Julie intimidate you. She likes to play the "power queen" if you
know what I mean, so it's best to take an assertive stance from the start.
She'll usually back down."
Elizabeth laughed. "Oh, don't worry, Heather, Lucky's got assertive down
REAL good. It's a Spencer family trait."
"Good. Julie's a shrewd businesswoman and she's good at what she does.
She can just be a bit abrasive at times."
"I'll remember that."
"You ready?"
He looked at Elizabeth and smiled, taking her hand. "I'm ready. Let's
do it."
Heather opened the door and allowed Lucky and Elizabeth to enter ahead of
her. "Julie, I'll be right outside if you need me for anything.". She
closed the door behind them and Lucky approached Alexis, putting his arm
around her briefly. "Thanks for coming, Alexis."
"No problem. I'm happy to do this for you, Lucky."
Julie Powell stood up and approached Lucky as she extended her hand to
him. As she shook his hand, she let hers linger on his a bit longer than
necessary.
"Lucky, how wonderful that you decided to come. I saw you play a few
weeks ago at Luke's and thought you were just amazing."
"Thanks, Miss Powell."
"Julie. Please call me Julie." She glanced over at Elizabeth. "I see
you've brought a friend."
"Julie, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth Webber."
She smiled, though Elizabeth was unable to sense much sincerity in it.
"Liz, how nice to meet you." She quickly dismissed her and turned back to
Lucky. "I'm going to have to ask that Liz wait outside while we discuss the
contract. It is, after all, a confidential document."
"Well, I haven't even decided that I'm going to sign a contract yet. I
need to know a lot of details before I make that kind of decision. And I
really need Elizabeth here to help me decide. Whatever I decide affects her
life, too."
"I can appreciate your feelings, Lucky, but I'd really feel more
comfortable if it was just you, me and Alexis while we negotiate the
details." She turned to Elizabeth again. "You understand don't you?"
Elizabeth started to nod as Alexis spoke up then, smiling warmly at
Julie. "She stays. That's non-negotiable."
Julie looked from Alexis to Lucky and Elizabeth and back to Alexis.
"Very well," she said, and turned to go back to her desk. While her back was
turned Lucky looked at Alexis and mouthed the words, "Thank you."
Before sitting in the chair behind her desk, Julie motioned for the other
three to sit down and her expression softened. "I wasn't really trying to be
difficult. It's just rather unconventional...."
Alexis interjected. "Listen, why don't we just get started?"
"Fine. I've prepared a copy of the contract for each of you to look
over. I'll give you as much time as you need to look it over and then we'll
discuss it. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to do some paper work while you
look that over."
Elizabeth sat back and quietly observed Julie. She was stunning, there
was no doubt about that, and she carried herself with an air of confidence
and arrogance, and she played the part of the rich, powerful executive well.
She had high cheekbones and her makeup perfectly complemented her dark,
smoldering looks. She had long dark brown hair, all one length falling in
soft curls perfectly just above her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown as
well, nearly black, with a birthmark just below her left eye. She was
impeccably dressed in a black skirt that fell several inches above her knees,
sheer black hose and black heels. Her blouse was cream silk, unbuttoned just
enough to reveal a hint of cream colored lace underneath. She wore a single
strand of pearls that fell just above her breasts. Her jewelry otherwise was
simple, an elegant gold watch, a single gold bracelet and a large,
multi-diamond ring on her right hand. Elizabeth guessed that she was in her
early to mid-thirties, though she looked much younger. She watched as she
flipped though papers on her desk, penning her signature on page after page.
Elizabeth was not sure she liked her, or for that matter, even trusted her.
She hoped Lucky wouldn't have much more to do with her after today.
Elizabeth listened as they finally began to discuss what would be
expected of Lucky if he decided to sign the contract. Julie explained that
she wanted him to go on tour almost immediately, while at the same time
recording his first CD. It would be a whirlwind, hectic time for him and he
had to be willing to put in extremely long hours. Elizabeth knew Lucky well
enough to know that he was warming to the idea. He had learned to love
adventure and a good challenge at a very early age from Luke and Laura. She
supposed they all had a touch of the wanderlust in them, and she could see in
his eyes that the prospect of touring and recording was very appealing to
him. Her heart sank as she thought about the time they would have to spend
apart. But she would never stand in his way if this were the path he chose
for his life.
Julie stood up after several hours of discussion and announced that she
would leave the room while they discussed Lucky's decision. As soon as she
left, Lucky turned to Elizabeth and took her hand. "What do you think,
baby?"
Seeing the excitement in his eyes, she couldn't help but smile at him.
"I think you should do whatever you want to do. You know I'll support you no
matter what and I can see that you really want to do this."
"I want to try it anyway, just to see if this is what I really want to
do. Because at this point I just don't know. But I figure it can't hurt to
test the waters. It isn't about the money or the fame, you know. For me
it's about giving people the opportunity to hear my music. I can only hope
that one day they'll come to me for my songs."
"I know, Lucky. I really think you should do it."
Alexis spoke up then. "Elizabeth, I've made certain that Lucky's
interests are protected. The contract is only for a year, at the end of
which he can bow out and lose nothing. It is very lucrative. Lucky will be a
very rich man just with the advance that he'll receive today if he signs."
"Well, like I said, I don't care about the money, but it will be nice to
have some to put away for our future."
"Lucky will only be touring for two weeks out of the month, so he won't
be gone all the time. The time that he is home will be spent recording or
making personal appearances."
Elizabeth nodded and squeezed his hand. "It sounds okay to me, Lucky."
Julie walked back through the door a few moments later. "Well, have you
reached a decision?"
Lucky stood up. "Yes, I have. I'm going to sign."
Julie's smile was genuine then. In fact Elizabeth thought it was perhaps
too genuine. "Lucky, that's wonderful! Welcome to our family." She pulled
him close for a lingering hug until Lucky finally extricated himself from
her.
"I'll do my best for you, Julie."

Outside Julie's office Heather greeted them again. "So you survived the
barracuda?"
Lucky smiled and ran his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.
"Yea, it wasn't so bad. I'm glad that part is over though. She agreed to
all the changes we wanted."
"She told you about the party in your honor tonight where she'll
introduce you and make a huge ceremony of you signing the contract?"
"Yea, she did. We weren't expecting that."
"She was pretty confident that you'd sign."
He laughed. "Confident is definitely a word I would use to describe her."
"Oh yes. You had planned on staying in New York tonight anyway, right?"
"Yea, we're flying home in the morning."
"Good." Heather looked around and lowered her voice when she spoke
again. "Lucky, I'd like to talk to you alone for a few minutes tonight if
it's okay. There's something I want to discuss with you. And by alone, I
mean away from Julie, not Elizabeth."
Lucky smiled. "No problem, Heather."
"So what are you two going to do with the rest of your day?"
Elizabeth laughed. "Well, I hope we're going to go get something to eat.
I'm starving."
Lucky put his arm around her. "So am I. But after that, I'm going to
buy my girlfriend a new dress to wear tonight."
Elizabeth looked at him and smiled. "You are? I like that idea."
Lucky extended his hand to Heather. "We'll see you tonight, Heather."
"I look forward to it. Have fun today. Oh, and the limo out front is for
your use the rest of the time you're here. Just tell the driver where you
want to go."


Chapter 5 - Part Two - "Holding Love On Our Fingertips"

Lucky stood outside the dressing room at Saks Fifth Avenue while
Elizabeth tried on several dresses he had picked out for her. After a few
minutes, Elizabeth peeked out from the hallway that led to the dressing room
and whispered, "Lucky, come here."
He turned to look and she was motioning for him to come toward her. "In
there? You want me to come in the dressing room with you?"
"Yes, hurry, before someone sees you."
He looked around to be sure no one was watching before he hurried into
the room with her. She closed the door and locked it. He stood back and
looked at her, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he took in
the vision before him. "Jesus. You look incredible. This is what you want
to wear tonight?"
"Uh-huh. You like it?"
"Like it? I don't ever want you to take it off." He felt the stirring
in his loins again.
The dress was deep red with small beaded silk pink flowers sewn on. It
was quite short, and form fitting, with spaghetti straps and a low cut
bodice. She twirled in front of him to give him the full effect.
"I love it, Lucky. It's an Emanual Ungaro Parallele. Very chic. And
very expensive. Way too expensive."
"I don't care how much it is. I'm buying it for you."
Lucky stood behind her as she stood in front of the full-length mirror
and wrapped his arms around her. "I could stand here and look at you in this
forever."
She smiled as she reached up and removed the clip from her hair, letting
it fall around her shoulders. "I think my hair needs to be down for the full
effect. What do you think?"
"Oh yea, definitely down."
She put her hands on his arms and pulled them tighter around her as he
buried his face in her hair and moved his hands up and down her body, finally
cupping her breasts with them, softly kneading them through the fabric.
"God, I love the way these look in this dress." He pulled her tightly
against him and she felt how hard he was. He moved his hands down to caress
the insides of her thighs and lifted the dress to find that she wore no
panties and she was incredibly wet already. "God, Elizabeth..."
"You can't wear anything under a dress like this, Lucky. It would ruin
the whole effect."
Lucky groaned. "You are trying to kill me. I'm convinced of it now."
She laughed as he put his hand on the side of her face and turned her
head so he could kiss her. He remained standing behind her as his right hand
dove between her legs again and he began his assault on her senses. They
knew there were other people close by in the other dressing rooms, so they
were careful not to make much noise above a whisper. As Lucky stroked her
softly at first then with more urgency, in just the way he knew she loved,
she found it increasingly more difficult to remain quiet. She whimpered a
few times until there was a knock on the door. "Everything okay in there,
Miss Webber?"
She looked at Lucky through the mirror as he stroked her faster, making
it almost nearly impossible for her to speak. "Oh yes, um, everything is just fine."
"Let me know if you need anything."
She whispered, "Oh, I have everything I need right here."
Lucky sensed that she was nearly ready to come. She felt the erection
beneath his jeans as he pressed it into her backside as her breathing became
more labored and she closed her eyes, shaking her head back and forth. He
reached down with the hand that had been caressing her breast under the dress
and inserted several fingers inside her, moving them quickly in and out as he
stroked her harder. She felt the first waves of her release starting and
leaned over to brace herself with her hands on the mirror. She looked into
Lucky's eyes, seeing the look in them that told her he knew he was pleasing
her. It was all she could do to keep from screaming out his name as he
whispered into her ear, "Come for me, baby. I want you to come really hard
for me."
She felt her knees start to buckle as he touched her in just the right
place at just the right moment. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, and
all that came out was a long, desperate whimpering moan as she experienced
one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. She felt as though she were
losing consciousness, and perhaps she did for just a moment, as her hands
slid down the glass of the mirror and she fell to her knees. Lucky went down
with her, still holding her tightly to him. His hand was on her left breast
and he could feel her heart beating wildly.. He waited for a few moments before he whispered into her hair. "Oh, baby, I think you liked that."
She turned around then and looked up into his eyes. "Oh yes, I liked
that very much. It was...."
"I know, baby. I could see what it was, and I loved every minute of it."
She reached down and began to massage the thickness in his jeans. "Now
it's your turn."
He shook his head. "Not yet, baby. I want to savor the way I feel after
watching what you just experienced."
"What you just made me experience. Are you sure, Lucky? Because I would
be more than happy to take care of this for you right now."
"I'm sure. It's a delicious feeling. Let me keep it for just a little
while. It's not far back to the hotel. Besides, if we don't get out of this
dressing room, they're going to start charging us rent on it."
She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, reluctant to end this
moment. She hugged him tightly for a long minute, then said, "So, this
dress is a keeper?"
"Oh, yea, it is definitely a keeper."
They hurriedly paid for the dress and made their way to the waiting
limousine. Lucky told the driver to take them back to the hotel and they
settled back in the seat. "This has been some day."
"It's been a good day, Lucky."
"Do you think I made the right decision, Elizabeth?"
"I think so. Does it feel right to you?"
He nodded and ran his hand through his hair. "Things are going to be so
different for us though."
"Well, change isn't always a bad thing, and we've been through enough bad
things to last us a lifetime don't you think?"
"Yea, I do. And we've survived them all haven't we?"
He put his arm around Elizabeth and pulled her close to him, and leaned
his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. Elizabeth laid her head on
his shoulder and softly ran her fingers up and down his chest. When her hand
traveled down and reached up under his shirt to stroke his naked chest he let
out a long, slow breath. She moved her hand down, unbuttoned his jeans and
slid her hand inside. She pressed the tip of his erection against his
stomach and massaged it with her fingers. After a few minutes Lucky managed
a weak, "God, Elizabeth, that feels wonderful."
She giggled. "You like that?"
"Oh, I can't even describe to you what it feels like." The feeling of
her fingertips on just his tip, working some kind of indescribable magic,
while his erection was still confined in his jeans was delicious, one he
wanted to savor for a long time. She continued her slow ministrations as she
raised up and put her other hand behind his neck and kissed him, her tongue
seeking his. He pulled away for just a minute and leaned forward to press
the button to speak to the driver. "Ah, you can just drive around for
awhile. I'll let you know when we're ready to go back to the hotel."
The driver nodded and discreetly lowered the divider to give them
complete privacy. Elizabeth tugged at his zipper then and pushed his jeans
down to free his erection. She took it gently in both hands and placed her
lips over the tip of it, flicking her tongue back and forth over it and then
taking it into her mouth slowly, moving her lips up and down the length of
it. He reached down and slid his hand inside her sweater to cup her breast
in his hand, kneading it and teasing her nipple with his thumb until she
started squirming. "Come here, baby, I need a kiss."
Elizabeth crawled back up to him and climbed across him so she was
straddling him. She stayed on her knees as she took his face in her hands
and kissed him. His hands slowly traveled up the backs of her legs and up
under her skirt until they rested on her bare ass. He was thrilled to find
that she had not replaced her underwear after trying on the dress at Saks.
His fingers teased her until she finally said, "Lucky, this is all for you,
sweetie. You don't have to do any of the work."
He groaned and kissed her hungrily as she took him in her hand and rubbed
his tip against her wet, sensitive spot, finally lowering herself on him
until he was all the way inside her. She stayed still for just a moment,
staring into his eyes. "I love you, Lucky," she said as she began to slowly
rock back on forth on him, tightening and contracting her muscles around him
as she moved up and down on him. Finally when he could stand it no longer,
he pushed her sweater away from her breasts and quickly freed them from her
bra and closed his mouth over one nipple, sucking and biting it gently while
he kneaded her other breast with his hand.
They both moaned with pleasure, unable to hold back as they had in the
dressing room. Lucky was sure the driver could hear them, but his body was
on fire and he was beyond the point of caring. All he knew was that before
him, sitting on his lap, impaled on him, and making love to him with
everything she had, was the most beautiful, desirable, sexy woman in the
world. As he felt himself starting to come, she shuddered against him with
her own release and he whispered, "God, how I love you."
She fell against him then and laid her head on his shoulder as he held
her close, both of them quietly waiting to come back to themselves.

Chapter 5 - Part Three - "Holding Love On Our Fingertips"

The contract signing party was held at The Ritz in one of the ballrooms
and was attended by numerous record company executives and countless members
of the press. Just as Heather had predicted, the signing of the contract was
quite a ceremony, one that made Lucky extremely uncomfortable. He never had
liked being the center of attention and he knew this was the part he would
hate the most about being in the music business. But he also knew that he
must make the best of it if he wanted to be successful. So he decided that
the best approach would be to always smile and try to be friendly, but to
make it clear that he also needed his space. Oh well, he thought, I could be
worrying needlessly, since there are no guarantees that anyone will even come
to hear us play or buy the CD. He laughed to himself for worrying about
things he had no control over.
He made his way back to Elizabeth and Heather after signing the contract
and sat down next to Elizabeth, taking her hand.
"Lucky, can I have that few minutes with you now? I want Elizabeth to
hear what I have to say, too."
"Sure. What's up?"
"I'm not one to mince words, so I'll just say it. I want you to hire me."
"HIre you?"
"You need a personal assistant, Lucky. You need someone who can take
care of your every need while you're on the road and busy touring and I
think, no, I know .I'm your girl. I've been waiting for an opportunity like
this for a long time, not only to work for someone I really believe in, but
also to get away from Julie. I abhor working for her. I need to be out
where things are happening. Lucky, I'll do everything in my power to make
touring easy for you. I'll make your hotel reservations, run interference
whenever there's a problem, and make sure you eat on time, get up on time, in
essence I'll keep track of your schedule and cater to your every whim. Hell,
I can even be your personal accountant. I can do it all, Lucky. I thrive on
this type of work." She smiled as she looked at Elizabeth. "I'll keep the
girls away from him, too. And I'll keep him away from the girls, though from
what I've observed, that will never be a problem."
Lucky considered her offer for a moment. "You know how sometimes you
meet someone and you just click with them, you just know you're destined to
be really good friends, and you know, without a shadow of a doubt that you
can trust that person implicitly?" Heather nodded. "Well, that's how I feel
about you."
Elizabeth reached out and put her hand over hers. "Me, too, Heather. I
want you to know that."
"Thanks, Elizabeth. I feel the same way about both of you, too. So, what do you
think?"
Lucky smiled at Heather then and said, "Turn in your resignation tonight, babe. You've got a job."

Sometime later, as Elizabeth and Heather talked at the table, Lucky had
to sneak away for just a minute to get some air. Julie caught up with him
and put her hand on his arm to stop him. "Lucky. I've been watching you
tonight and I can tell you're uncomfortable with all this attention. I
promise you'll get used to all of this eventually. You won't have a choice.
Your face is going to be on the cover of every important magazine in the
music industry." As she talked to him, she let her hand linger on his arm.
"Look, I appreciate all you've done for me, all you'll be doing for me,
but I doubt I'll ever get used to this part of it. That's not the reason I'm
doing this at all. I don't care about fame and recognition. I just want to
do my music."
"Well, this is just a small part of it and I promise you'll get used to
it."
"Sorry, but it doesn't feel like it right now. I really need some air,
will you excuse me?"
She sighed. She had been hoping to spend some time alone with him, but
he was being very aloof and distant toward her right now, and clinging much
too close to that little girlfriend of his for her liking. Ah, but wasn't
that aloofness part of what attracted her to him in the first place? There
would be many other opportunities to be alone with Lucky. She smiled as she
thought about the future and what it held for them. He would never be the
same again, of that she was certain. She reluctantly let him go outside
alone. As she turned to go back inside, Heather approached her.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from him."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Cut the shit, Julie. Lucky is off limits to you."
"Excuse me? How dare you speak to me in such an insolent manner."
"I'll speak to you any way I like. I've been watching you all night and
I see the way you look at Lucky. You can forget the notion that you're
going to somehow steal him away from Elizabeth. You'll never succeed."
"I have no such notion."
"Oh no? Do you think I don't know about your penchant for younger men?
I see the lust in your eyes even as we speak."
"I will not tolerate you talking to me this way, Heather."
"Well, now I'm really scared. What are you going to do to me?"
"You're fired. And good luck getting a reference for another job.
You're as good as dead in this business."
Heather smiled wryly at her. "Oh is that so? Well, I already have a new
job. Lucky hired me tonight as his personal assistant." She delighted in
seeing the anger in Julie's eyes, knowing she was hoping to be Lucky's right
hand girl. "So you know what, Julie? You can go to hell."
"Heather…."
Heather looked past her and smiled. "Lucky, I was wondering where you
disappeared to." She turned to Julie. "We're finished here, then?"
Julie said nothing, but glared at Heather for a moment before turning and
walking away.
Lucky approached Heather and said, "I just needed some air. Everything
okay with you and Julie?"
"More than okay. I told her I quit. I don't think she likes me very much
right now, but I don't really care."
"Where's Elizabeth?"
"She's inside talking to Alexis."
"Good, I wanted to talk to you alone. How would you like to have your
first assignment tonight? I have something I'd really like you to do for
me."
"Sure, Lucky, anything you want. I told you, I'm going to be your best
friend. There's not much you could ask me to do that I won't do."
He smiled. "Good, cause this is really important." He explained what he
wanted her to do and she listened intently. "I know this is a bit above and
beyond what your normal duties will be, and I'll compensate you nicely for
it, I promise."
"No, Lucky. No compensation is necessary. I'll be happy to do this for
you."
"Thanks, Heather. It means a lot to me."
Elizabeth walked up just then and put her arm around Lucky's waist, "Hey,
what's going on here? Talking business already?"
Heather smiled but Elizabeth was sure she saw tears welling in her eyes.
She placed her hand on Heather's arm. "Hey, are you okay?"
"Oh, yea, the smoke, you know, it irritates my eyes sometimes. Listen, I
was just telling Lucky that I got a call and I need to take care of
something. So I'm going to call it a night. I'll see you soon, though. I'm
going to be getting a place in Port Charles in the next few weeks, so I'll be
around a lot."
"Good, I'll look forward to that. I'll see you soon then."
Heather nodded and hugged Elizabeth and then Lucky. "Goodnight you
two...I hope you have a great night tonight."

"Lucky, where are you taking me? I don't like wearing this blindfold."
"I know, baby, but if you could see where we were going it would ruin my
surprise. Just be patient, we're almost there." When the limousine stopped,
Lucky got out and waited while the driver opened the door for her and helped
her out. Lucky put his arm around her waist and led her inside to the lobby.
"I just need to tell you that we aren't staying in the same hotel tonight.
I've booked us a room in a much more special place. It's just a few floors
up. Once we're there I'll take the blindfold off."
"Now, you really have my curiosity piqued."
They walked through the lobby and just as they reached the elevator, the
doors opened and Heather stepped out. Lucky smiled at her and mouthed the
words "Thank you" as she grabbed his free hand and squeezed it before heading
toward the exit.
Lucky unlocked the door and led Elizabeth into the room, closing the door
behind them.
"I hear music, and I smell candles burning. What have you done, Lucky?"
"Are you ready?"
She nodded. "More than ready."
He slowly removed the blindfold and said in a whisper. "You can open
your eyes now."
She slowly opened her eyes and as she looked around the room she let out
a small gasp. There were candles placed on every possible surface, all of
them lit, and there were pale pink rose petals strewn across the bed and on the
floor around the bed. The floor where one night long ago she had slept with
Lucky after they decided not to make love. She finally looked at Lucky,
tears spilling down her cheeks. "Lucky...this is….."
He pulled her close to him, kissing her forehead, feeling the tears in
his own eyes. "Is it okay?"
She nodded. "Oh, baby, it's more than okay. It's the most romantic
thing you've ever done for me. I love you so much."
Lucky took both her hands in his and raised them to his lips, kissing her
fingertips. "Good, because I'm going to make slow, sweet love to you
tonight. I'm going to make this a night that both of us will never forget."