Remember moments
So precious and real
The thought of you kissing me there

You know my secrets
You know the curve and the line
One touch
And I know you are mine

Rain falls down on me
I can hardly see
Oh the water in my eyes

Love comes down on me
I can hardly breathe
For the trembling in my thighs

You move me...

~~~~~~~~~
Port Charles, New York
Apt. #915 Scarlet Road.

Sleep came and went in twenty to thirty minute intervals. Before hands, lips, limbs or other body parts woke them up from fragile slumbers. Sleep designed only for rest that night. Not true unconscious states. Each body completely aware of the other lying next to them. On top of them. Below them. Beside them. Inside them.

The heart beating right next door. The skin that each one of them had missed for far too long. The skin that had slowly, expertly been ravished all night long. Second by second. Minute by minute. Hour by hour as the clock ticked into the night.

The lovers didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

For, the hunger overtook them. As it did now.

Lucky, pressing his lips against her equally swollen ones. Aching to kiss her after only a half an hour. Aching FROM kissing her for a half an hour. They were just as they'd always been. Beautiful, plentiful...precious.

And the ache that they - that SHE created within him was good. The ache was real. Something he looked forward to, every time her tiny hands awakened him during the night.

The dark draped over them with a peace and stillness. Whispering softly to them they were the only two people on Earth just then. Just for the moment - they were the only two people awake. Loving, touching, sucking...in the dark.

Elizabeth gasped in the silence. Feeling his warm, wet mouth encircle her tender bud. He'd feasted on her breasts all night long. Yet still she longed to give him more.

Longed for him to take more, and more. Until she no longer felt herself...only him - everywhere. With every move, and breath.

He felt her open to him in the blackness that surrounded them, and he settled slowly between her thighs. The hunger allowing him a temporary reprieve from the desperation he'd felt earlier in the night.

The warmth of her naked body was like that of a rose petal glowing under the spring sunlight. A flower, so familiar...yet astonishingly coveted and regal all at once.

Sliding inside her royalty was like coming home after the worst day of your life and finding your favorite dessert waiting. Most days never ended like that. Never ended with your dream come true...

But today had, and Lucky sighed once more as he dipped headfirst into his dream. Her body closing tightly around him and he lingered for long moments before withdrawing and forging ahead once more. His heart in every, extended stroke. Wanting to feel her every shudder and movement beneath him.

Her breath was like music in the dark. Soft, deep and melodic as it followed the rhythm of his steel caress. As he followed the rhythm of her hips rise and fall.

Over and over again she rose to meet him. Her every nerve-ending a fire from their continuous lovemaking. Her every thought on doing this forever. On never, ever stopping again. Never eating, working, or sleeping again if it meant a moment away from his body. If it meant she had to exist outside of him. Or separate from him.

The world's rotation could stop and start, and still they would love until breath and body simply gave way to Heaven.

No beginning - no end. Just...bliss.

Elizabeth let her tongue dance across the edge of his ear. The reflection of the moon against the small silver hoop, the only discernable image to her eyes. She let her lips close around it for a moment. The moist, pink muscle in her mouth smoothing against it. His skin...still tasting of rich, hot chocolate. He pushed deeper inside her body and she groaned with pleasure of fatigue...or both.

Ecstasy and mere euphoria no longer distinguishable from one another.

His exquisitely male hands slipped beneath her bottom, and she felt his fingertips press into her. Messaging her as his thick manhood did the same to her insides. Delving deeper towards her core each and every time he entered her.

Discovering treasure that it hadn't explored yet tonight, or simply returning for more.

He'd been inside her body more times than she could remember...Had each time been real? Or had some of the instances been dreams? Or flashbacks of minutes before?

No. He was real. She felt alive for the first time in years...and it wasn't some neurotic fantasy. It wasn't a beautifully generous dream...

It was real. This was life. They were real.

The heat of that reality, shooting through the wet flower between her legs was real. Her thighs impatient quivering was real as he rocked in and out. His breathing harsh and labored in the dark. It was all real. He was real.

God, she'd missed the mere sound of his breath. The way it cut through silence and slowly faded into a low rhythmic melody. Like the kind of tune that you found yourself humming or whistling to, before you even realized it was being played in the background.

Lucky's fingers slid into her palms and around her knuckles as he held fast to her. Even the skin of his fingers acutely aware of a sensation they'd missed. Was she back? Was she real?

His erection throbbed incessantly. Awesomely hard and wanting as his thrusts became faster. Shorter as the end loomed near.

But it wouldn't be the end. He knew it and she did too.

Their bodies may have been spent after that very first time - hours ago. But their hearts...their souls...were still hungry. Would be hungry for a lifetime. Hungry until they'd gorged themselves on each other. Until every minute of everyday that they'd had stolen from them was restored.

Until they were full and content, and ready to nap after their long feast. The fast had simply been too long...

And Lucky would surely die from greed tonight.

He cried out in unending pleasure as he burst inside her. The narrow walls clenching and tightening around him as if they'd decided to never let him go.

It was the first time that night that they'd come simultaneously. Each time they'd made love, their orgasms had occurred closer and closer together.

Even the sensations in their bodies having to become reacquainted.

She moaned and sighed contentedly as his body relaxed inside hers. His steel like manhood melting within her walls like butter. Hot, and slippery when he moved out of her. His arms encircling her seconds later. Her body and soul, equally content just to lie in his arms.

Arms that held her so tight she felt complete once more. Completely warm in the cool night. Lying naked and raw with him and feeling suddenly invincible to the world once again.

Vulnerable to him, all over again.

His weak fingers traveled over one agitated nipple before ending it's lazy journey at her hip. His hand heavy as it lay there. He moving closer to her.

If not inside her...near to her. So close, he couldn't inhale without his chest touching hers.

She bit her lip and snuggled into the crook of his neck. His skin moist with sweat. His hand limp and weighty against her body.

His strength - against her and top of her something she'd sorely missed. Powerful enough so that you knew that you were being made love to. Yet still light enough not to smother you.

Lucky's naked form against hers felt more than natural. It felt meant to be. Perfect as she stroked his flaccid penis beneath the sheet. Letting her knuckles drift over its silky length as his breathing deepened again. She closed her eyes once more, but knew it wouldn't be long before she'd feel him harden between her fingers.

Before they'd both be wanting again.

Hungry...again.
~~~~~~

~~ Approximately 20 min. later ~~

He felt the butterfly kisses upon his chest before his eyes opened to full consciousness. Before he saw the light coming up just over the horizon. The sky - pink and purple in it's newborn glory. Her lips melted like the sticky sweetness of cotton candy as they slowly slid down his cool skin. Drifting farther and farther down his chest until her tongue made its presence known against his abs. Licking ever so softly as she moved lower beneath the sheet.

Lucky sucked in a long, trembling breath as her burning mouth closed around him. His shaft sliding against her slick tongue and burying itself in her steamy depths.

Elizabeth heard his moan and only became more ardent in her task. Pulling away from him, only to take him into her mouth once more.

She let her fingers press into his tense thighs as she descended upon him. Aching to feel him in every way she could. Wanting desperately to be one with him in every way imaginable.

His respiration came in shallow gusts as his hips rose beneath her. Her teeth gently grazing his hard flesh as she moved up and down his length continuously. She felt his fingers tangle themselves within her messy mane, and she became just as wild as she knew she looked at that moment.

Needing only to taste him. All of him.

He mumbled something in his haze, and she knew his end was near. Feeling him throb within her depths. Feeling him squirm in ecstasy beneath her, as she took him deeper and deeper. Wanting only to please him and please herself at the same time. They'd both gone too long without this. Without the pleasure that only they could bring each other.

She wanted him to have it and she wanted to be the one to give it.

Lucky grunted aloud. Groaning for her to stop when all he wanted was for her to continue. His hands doing everything to keep her exactly where she was.

His brain, busy saying one thing. His body, busy reacting in another way.

God, the feel of her mouth on him. Her tongue, teeth, and sweet lips sliding against his cock...There'd never been a sensation like it. Ever.

But he hated being selfish. Had never liked coming without her...But her lips only tightened around his sensitive skin. Her mouth only opened wider as he became more fully engorged.

He looked down as her head danced in earnest above his thick shaft and he came in torrents at that moment. Emptying himself completely into her sweltering mouth. His hips thrusting towards her as she held him firmly in place. Sucking and swallowing as his most precious, hot liquid swirled into her mouth.

Elizabeth drank him in slowly. Feeling him relax against her tongue, and slowly pulling away as his breathing began to normalize. She climbed up his sated body. Straddling him as she lay against his smooth chest. Feeling his heart pump like crazy against hers.

Crazy, like she felt right then.

She giggled wickedly against the pulse at the base of his neck. His large hand moving slowly up her thigh, along her ass and up her back. Pressing her against him as she whispered into his ear. "I missed that."

"You're not the only one," he breathed. Turning towards her face. His lips met her ear, nibbling gently against her naked lobe. "But next time...I want to come with you..."

She shivered and smiled when his fingers slipped between her thighs.

Her fingers dug deep into his shoulders in response. The tingle evoked by him causing her weight against him. The beginnings of his arousal brushing against her as she did so.

One of his huge hands splayed against her rear. Pressing her closer to him as his other played between her legs. His fingers stroking her swollen body as she purred against his neck like a cat.

"You like that?" He sighed, nuzzling her neck as he rolled her onto her back. His fingers still working their magic as they plunged deep inside her. He felt her shudder all around her as a shaky "Yes," emerged from her body.

"Yes," he repeated. Grinning as she guided his stiff member inside herself once more. Clasping her legs around him a second later, as she rose beneath him. Wanting him to bury himself inside her until there was nowhere else to move.

He murmured something inaudible as he slid farther into her wet body. The heat alone, making him suck in air through his teeth.

His body would never fully get used to the feel of her. Everytime it felt different. Everytime, ethereal. And now...after 3 years, it was even more so.

Lucky rose slightly above her. Pushing up on his hands as he thrust into her. Every muscle in his body, straining as melodic whimpers escaped her throat. She twisted and turned beneath him, telling him she wanted more. Needed more.

Faster. Harder...more of everything. He ground into her and she called out his name. The two syllables repeated over and over as she bucked against him. Her entire being clenching around him like a vice.

"Aaah...God," he groaned. Exploding inside her as her hips continued to smack against his. Flesh against flesh. He smoothed a hand over her hipbone as she slowed. Her panting gradually slowing at the same time.

God she was hot. She was going to kill him tonight...and dying would be bliss.

He brushed a few strands of matted hair away from her temples and kissed her there. Petting her thigh with the other hand as he did so.

So perfect.

The two words popped into his mind as he gazed into her eyes. Some tiny part of him still unable to grasp the concept of her very existence outside of her heavenly realm. Let alone her presence in this room. Or his presence in her body.

It was better than he'd even remembered. Better than he'd even been able to fantasize.

Her fingers were on his chest again a moment later. Caressing his small nipples. Taunting his neck with her mouth as she pleaded with him for more. Her breathing not even back to normal from the time just prior...but she didn't care. One of her soft palms slid just under his balls letting him know that.

The thirst for him would not be quenched tonight. She was hungry and her body would not be satisfied in any of the hours to come. But satisfaction was definitely something that he wanted to help her achieve.

Something that he wanted to help himself to as well. "Just give me a few minutes, baby," he sighed breathlessly.

His hands smoothing back her hair again as she lay her head beneath his chin. Her leg moving up his and then across his waist. The mere smoothness of her calf, causing his penis to jump to attention as it moved over him.

Feeling her slick heat against his side, Lucky grasped her hips and moved her closer. Centering her above him until he was fully ready. She slithered over his awakening rod and pushed herself towards his mouth. Her tongue sliding languidly over the seam of his lips as he parted them for her.

He held her face in his hands. Letting his tongue move incessantly against hers. Their kissing, messy and sloppy with desire and fatigue. Moving this way and that as her hips began to roll against him again. He felt himself thicken beneath her, and he quickly moved his hands to her hips.

The message was loud and clear. Sitting up to center herself directly on top of him, Elizabeth gasped as she slid down his length and he did too. Her slick cream, coating him as he filled her. She threw her head back as she began to move against him with more resolve.

She hadn't felt anything this good in ages. Hadn't felt this free...this in control. To call the shots. To move against someone for her own pleasure. For her own need. Of her own will and desire.

Wanting to bring him to that same, glorious end.

Lucky watched her in reverie as she moved like a goddess on top of him. Her hair falling haphazardly down her shoulders. The ends swaying softly over her beautiful breasts. He reached up. Cupping both of them at once as she ground into him.

Her brow furrowed tightly and she bit her lip. As if concentrating on something. As if she were squinting against the dawning of a bright sun.

A dawning that was about to bring all the light she would ever need, and extinguish all the darkness.

He leaned halfway up. Taking one healthy, excited nipple into his mouth to suckle her. To make her feel more than she ever thought she'd ever feel again.

Her flesh was still so damned sweet. So soft and pliable as it filled his mouth.

Determination set within her movements as they became more eager. The rocking quicker, yet deeper as she bucked hard against him.

He held her to him. Taking the next stiff bud in his mouth and feeling her walls tighten around him. He squeezed the flesh of her ass and brought her closer, as the burn began to build to nearly unbearable heights. She screamed and he suckled her more deeply. Wanting to hear her scream again. Not just for his own enjoyment, but for her own pleasure. For her own release.

A release that had been building up all night to this...building for years.

He heard it. Her voice seemingly never ending as she came. Her hips, pushing and thrusting until they no longer could. Until she was too tired to do anything but collapse against his shoulders. His body still lodged inside of hers as she straddled his lap.

She clung to him. Her chest heaving and the pace of her heart incomprehensibly fast.

Lucky felt her hot tears on his shoulder before he could disengage from her. Her back shaking as he held her to him. One hand moving up to cradle her head against him as she sobbed quietly.

"Sssh," he whispered. Rocking her slightly. "It's ok...it's ok..."

~~ Approximately 1 hour later ~~

Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open heavily. The pitter-patter of soft raindrops pelting against the window waking her from her deep slumber. She watched as the clear liquid formed beautiful webs of translucency upon the windowpane. Her eyes drifting down to the weight around her middle. She compared the web of design on the glass to the delicate network of veins that traveled throughout his forearm as it draped across her.

No contest.

His artful construction, was enough to convince anyone that wondered about the presence of God to rethink their evaluation.

Of course his parents were beautiful people, so naturally he would be too...But he - he was beyond compare. His jaw line, soft and masculine all at once. His collar bone good enough to eat. His fingers so strong, thick and long...like other parts of her body.

Elizabeth's secretive grin lifted a bit at the thought. Feeling how soft he was behind her right now. Not able to recall how many times they'd made love the night before. Only remembering how his body had moved within hers and how he'd held her close every minute afterwards. She let her fingertips travel up his arm. Feeling the smoothness of his skin. Taking in how much larger he was than her.

His calf hooked suddenly around hers and she marveled at the muscles in his legs. His substantial thighs smoothing across hers. He was gorgeous...everywhere.

Beauty personified.

Without warning...a sensation so intense passed through her body that she knew not how to react to it. A feeling that washed over her in a wave of something long past. Something that used to wake her in the middle of the night. But hadn't...in years.

Tempering her excitement, she tried to move ever so carefully out of his arms. Not wanting to wake him from such a peaceful sleep. She'd barely allowed him any rest the night before.

Even unconsciously, his body knew she was getting up. His arm, instinctively tightening around her midsection. She slowly lifted his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. Whispering, "I'll be right back."

Some part of his consciousness heard her and believed, as his grip loosened just a bit.

Elizabeth slid from the thin sheet and quickly pulled on the white cotton shirt that he'd discarded the night before. Or maybe she had. Her brain muddled and not sure of whom had undressed whom.

She sidestepped the formal gown that lay strewn on the floor as she headed towards his dresser. Surveying the countertop for a writing utensil of any kind.

"If I were a pencil in Lucky's house...where would I be?" She whispered softly. Her eyes darting around the room as she padded through the apartment.

Walking felt a bit...awkward and she smiled knowingly to herself. Continuing on gingerly about her quest. "Come on Lucky...pencil...paper...a napkin...something..."

Her fingers itched...

"Paper," sighed. Throwing open a drawer in the kitchen. Remembering how Lucky used to keep things in the weirdest of places. Like paper in the kitchen drawers.

Some things never changed. Like the way he kissed her...touched her.

Brushing her hair away from her face she opened her small handbag. The small beaded purse sitting atop the bar, exactly where she'd left it. She rummaged through it. Searching for her last resort.

"Aha," she smiled. Pulling a black eyeliner pencil from its depths.

Paper and pencil in hand, she padded back down the hall towards his room. Grinning to herself as his sleeping form came into view. She quickly kneeled timidly next to him. Not caring that carpet surface wasn't exactly conducive to drawing. Only caring about being right next to him.

And capturing him on paper...quickly. Before the feeling faded.

God, she couldn't remember the last time she'd wanted to hold a pencil in her hand this badly. Her hand moved furiously across the paper. The feel of it rough, yet smooth on the side of her palm...it felt good. A sensation sorely missed. Just like that of last night.

She bit her lip and tried to concentrate as his nose twitched in his sleep. His lips slightly parting as he breathed deeply.

Lucky heard the familiar crackle of her hand against paper and the sifting of dark lead against the white material through the last remnants of sleep. His eyes remained closed however.

He remained as still as possible as she drew and drew. He could literally feel her gaze...So white hot upon him, but completely entranced in what she was doing. Completely entranced in the world of her creation.

A place of peace and serenity. A place he knew she hadn't visited in some time. He was going to let her stay there as long as he possibly could.

He remembered vividly, the mornings when he'd waken up to find her in his room. Just like this. Painting him before the sun even came up. She used to say that when inspiration struck you had to grasp it. That you couldn't wait or sometimes it would go away. That it was...fleeting.

Well, his desire for her hadn't been. Most of those occasions had ended with them making love. Mornings when he'd been late to work and she'd been late to school simply because he'd waken to find her painting. Waken to find himself wanting...

He peaked hesitantly against his better judgement. Her hand moving furiously. The rest of her moving right along with it, under his shirt. Something that she'd just pulled on after rolling out of bed. Just like all those years ago, he immediately wanted her.

In the old days, that want would last for at least an hour. And they'd tumble back into bed. Each of them...would wind up late...again.

This time seemed no different.

Elizabeth looked up. Noticing the change in his breathing pattern. How it had gone from slow and deep, to short and normal, and then to quick and panting within moments.

"You can wake up now," she cooed. Crawling over to him, seductively.

Lucky opened his eyes and bit his lip. Staring into her eyes as she hovered above him. He reached up, pushing her hair out of her deep blue seas.

The water looked so calm. For the first time since he'd been back.

"Good morning,"

"Morning," she smiled. Kissing his thumb as it moved across her lips. He hoisted himself upwards to press his lips to hers. The kiss was long, lingering. Promising of things to come.

"You drawing?" He mumbled. Pulling away to look at her again. So beautiful in the morning. As always.

She nodded in this sheepish way when he glanced over to her discarded drawing on the rug. As if she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. Blushing as she looked down.

"I'm glad," he whispered. Crooking a finger under her chin.

"Me too," she answered softly. Smiling at him.

He noticed the eyeliner lying atop the paper. "I have pencils......somewhere," he chuckled.

Elizabeth smiled widely. "That's ok...I improvised."

"Yeah, and I love that about you," he sighed. Kissing her once again. "You know, I only remember you being that desperate to draw one other time..."

"When was that?" Elizabeth asked. Her brow furrowing in confusion as she tried to remember any other time that she'd had this much of a jones to draw.

Lucky swallowed hard. Wishing for a moment that he hadn't brought it up. He forged ahead regardless of that fact. There would be plenty of moments like these to come. He was going to have to get used to it. Get used to bringing things up that caused them both a tremendous amount of pain.

"Right before I left," he began cautiously. "You were drawing like crazy... Not so much painting...you mentioned something about needing a new kind of paint....but you were drawing...all the time - I remember."

Elizabeth stared into his eyes for a long moment. Remembering for instantly, what he was referring to. How had she forgotten that? How had she forgotten why she hadn't wanted to paint with the supplies she already had...

Because maybe they were toxic...maybe they weren't good for...maybe this, and maybe that.

All these maybes based upon the hunch of another maybe. A giant maybe that filled her every thought and action for those couple of weeks.

His voice broke her from her from some deep place she was lost in. He wanted to go too. 'Invite me in Elizabeth,' he thought to himself.

"Do you have any of that stuff?"

She looked at him. Scrunching her brows together.

Lucky's voice grew softer. Knowing he'd hit a nerve. "I mean...any of the stuff you were drawing...I'd like to see so -

"No," she said quickly. Shaking her head. "I didn't...I didn't finish any of it."

"I'm sorry," Lucky whispered. His voice barely audible.

Elizabeth heard the tremor in his voice and moved back into bed with him. Pulling the covers over both of them, as she clasped his hand in hers and draped it over her belly. "It's not your fault..."

"Don't say that," he whispered. His breath moving the hair away from her ear. "A big part of it IS my fault...You would have never stopped drawing and painting, and...CREATING had I not walked out and -

She smothered his words with a kiss. "I LET myself quit drawing Lucky...after you left...I needed to more than I ever had...and I didn't. It would have helped me get some of my...frustration out...my anger," she sighed. "But I didn't...I didn't do much of ANYTHING anymore...

"Colors just weren't as bright."

Lucky moved closer to her. Kissing her softly and slowly as his fingers drifted across her neck and inside the collar of his shirt. He pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm so sorr -

Once again her lips stopped his apology. "I don't wanna be sorry today...ok?...I just...I just want you to hold me...and make love to me...ok?"

Her hands drifted languidly along his back and over his rear, making his voice emerge completely unchecked. Completely exposed as he said "ok."

His hands gravitated towards the line of buttons on the shirt that she wore. Her eyes drifting from his eyes, to his hands as he began to unfasten the small white buttons ever so slowly.

"You always looked better in my clothes," he whispered. As the shirt opened near the top. Revealing nothing but the valley between her breasts. "But I'm afraid...this just isn't appropriate for what I had in mind..."

"What did you have in mind?" She smiled seductively as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her to him. His lips instantly moving between the open sides of her shirt. He lowered himself and began again from the crest of her navel, upwards.

She tangled her fingers in his messy hair as he allowed his lips to lead him further beneath the shirt and farther up her chest. His mouth wonderfully close to her breast....

Elizabeth flinched a moment later. His unexpected tickle attack, causing her to giggle unabashedly. His fingers pressed into her sides and she tried to crawl away unsuccessfully.

"Lucky!!" She squealed, as he pulled her towards him. Her body landing with an oomph against his as he continued to tickle her mercilessly. His fingers moving from her sides to her legs as she squirmed away from him.

He caught her around the waist a moment later. Slithering up beside her. Their laughter filling the room. Each of them out of breath as he lay on top of her. Staring at her hungrily. She, staring back. Breathless, smiling and waiting for their next kiss. Their next moment of bliss.

They needn't have waited long. As the moment began. Lucky slowly tilting her face towards his. His finger bringing her lips to meet his. The kiss was soft. Slow. Their lips barely touching as she grinned against his mouth.

Neither of them able to remember the last time they'd been this happy. This free.

Even though technically they weren't. Even though technically there were still very real obstacles between them. Huge walls to overcome. Seemingly both figurative and literal.

But his kisses weren't a wall. They were a gate. The gateway to all the happiness and love that the world could possibly offer her. And she entered through that gateway now as he kissed her and she kissed him back. Her hands in his hair. His fingers making the journey from her hips all the way to her face.

"You taste so good," he mumbled. His tongue licking her precious mouth. "You know that?"

Elizabeth laughed as he brushed her hair away from her forehead. "With morning breath and all?"

"With morning breath and all," he sighed. Kissing her once more. More deeply this time. He laughed as he pulled away. "When I said I missed everything about you...I wasn't kidding."

Elizabeth bit her lip and caressed his strong back. Pulling him closer to her. The shirt she wore, only covering her arms now. He pressed his lips to her forehead, her cheek, and her nose as his hand slipped beneath the sheets once more. Fondling her warm breasts.

She hissed through her teeth as his made contact with the tender skin of her neck. Sucking in one tiny bit of flesh. He continued to suck and message for long moments.

"You hungry?" She smiled, wriggling a bit beneath him.

"Only for you," he said quickly. His voice muffled by the more important task of nibbling her neck.

He broke away from her a moment later. His eyes hazy with desire. "Why?" He panted. "Are you?"

Elizabeth scrunched her face. Not wanting to ruin the moment, but unable to ignore her stomach's growling. Lucky felt it against his own and smiled. "I guess that's my answer."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok," he said. Shaking his head as he kissed her on the forehead. "It's not like we stayed for more than a few Hor's devours last night....and then I didn't exactly take you anywhere to eat after that."

"What you did give me was more than enough," she sighed sexily.

"Never enough," he mumbled. His lips on hers again.

She felt the unmistakable beginnings of his erection beneath the sheets. "You better get me something to eat before you get too excited there Mr."

Lucky bit his lip and ground against her. "Too late."

Elizabeth spread her legs a bit wider, as he settled between them. "Aaaaah....And you probably don't have anything in your refrigerator either..."

"Actually," he sighed. His tip grazing the moisture that was rapidly beginning to build between thighs. "I went shopping...in case I had a....special guest...but, nothing that I wouldn't have to cook first...........and I don't think either one of us wants to get out of this bed for that.......long," he sighed. As her pelvis rubbed against his.

Elizabeth smiled and reached haphazardly for the phone that sat next to his bed on the floor. Her hands missing the receiver several times before she was able to bring it up to her ear.

"Pizza..." she moaned. Quaking as his fingers slipped through her damp folds.

Lucky smiled wickedly into her eyes, telling her the phone number slowly. Torturously slow as he began to slide into her body.

"Large..." he sighed. Pushing further inside her narrow walls. Pausing as she expanded to accommodate his width. "Pie....with..........Everything...."

His voice and the voice on the other end of the line were both hazy. Each of them blurry as the sensation of heat began to take over her entire being. Wrapping her whole body in knots. "Y-yes..." she sighed into the phone. "L.....large....large...pie with......

"Everything, Elizabeth," Lucky repeated. Staring into her eyes as he thrust himself into her small body. "You're gonna need your strength."

"Every................thing," she sighed into the receiver. "30 minutes...or less.....uh-huh....take...t-take your time....go-good...bye."

His lips crashed into hers as the phone dropped from her hand. Not making it to the cradle. Each of them unaware of the tone of the operator repeating some annoying recorded phrase over and over again as they made love.

Lucky rocking her into oblivion as her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist. Barely allowing him the space to move within her. Causing him to halt for long moments to get his bearings. To reposition himself inside her, repeatedly driving himself into her tight little body.

She moaned and writhed beneath him. All thoughts of food, having disappeared completely from her mind. Her stomach no longer concerned with nourishment. All the sustenance she needed, being pumped into her by his stallion like strength.

God, he'd always had wonderful stamina...but today - last night. It was as if he were unstoppable. It was as if he had an endless supply of energy. As if he hadn't had a woman in......

Elizabeth closed her eyes and pushed the guilt away before it could settle any farther into her heart. She was here with him now, and he was here with her and that was all that mattered. No guilt today. No heartache.

Only heart mending today. That was all.

~~ Approximately 30 minutes later ~~

"Do you think he knew?" Elizabeth smiled. Pushing a few strands of hair behind her ears as she climbed into a dining room chair. Folding her legs beneath her.

"Knew what?" Lucky asked. Coming to sit across from her and inhaling the heavenly scent of the pizza as he opened the cardboard box.

"Well...you know?" She said embarrassed. "That we've been...

"Making love all day?" Lucky smiled. Tilting his head to the side a bit, to catch her eyes before they darted down. "Nah...I don't see how he could have.......BUT, he did have this grin on his face... probably just saw how happy I was...my face probably gave it ALL away."

Elizabeth swatted at his arm playfully as he pulled out a slice and lay it on her plate. Then, removing a slice for himself.

He looked up at the sudden silence after the laugh. Yet his eyes seemed to unlock the silence, and her voice finally emerged again. "You have a beautiful face."

Lucky stared for a moment. Slightly taken aback by the sudden compliment. "Thank you."

She nodded as he moved his chair a bit closer to her side of the table and lifted her slice from the plate. "Open."

Elizabeth did as he bid. Opening wide and taking a bite when he held it before her. She rolled her eyes and closed them as the cheese melted in her mouth. The taste, simply divine. She felt as if she hadn't eaten in days.

Lucky smiled as he watched her chew. Unable to eat his own, from the fascination of watching her enjoy one simple slice of a very common food. "You look like you haven't had pizza in years."

"It seems like it's been that long.....but it hasn't," she mumbled. Trying to swallow the delicious piece. "I think I had some...on my birthday."

The hand that had been holding up her slice, dropped slowly down to the plate. "You had pizza for your birthday?"

"Yeah," she smiled weakly. "It's what I wanted...I hadn't had it in forever...and Alex decided to indulge me, I guess....that is of course AFTER the party with little pink things on crackers."

She breathed in deeply at his sudden silence, at that now familiar darkness that settled behind his eyes every time Alex's name was mentioned. The way he suddenly played with the mushrooms on her slice.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to bring him up...I shouldn't ha-

"It's ok," he said. Shaking his head. "There's no way around him Elizabeth...I just...I just need a few more hours of pretending he doesn't exist ok?"

Elizabeth stared into his crystal blue eyes. Nodding.

Was that what they'd been doing all night? All morning? Pretending Alex didn't exist? Or had they merely forgotten that he did? What would happen when they acknowledged his presence?

She shut her eyes. Not ready to think about him yet either. Not yet. Not when she could actually breathe for the first time in years. Was it possible that even the air felt fresher today? Fresher when she hadn't stepped foot outside all day long?

Elizabeth smiled and timidly lifted Lucky's slice to his lips. "Your turn."

She watched as he bit heartily into the slice. An errant strand of cheese hanging from his lip as he chewed. She giggled and reached out to wipe it with her finger. Her giggling ceasing completely when her finger was taken into his mouth.

His tongue moved against it and around it. Enveloping it in it's wetness. Her skin tasted of sugar and spice...and everything nice. Everything Elizabeth was made of. Everything he'd so sorely lacked.

Lucky drew his lips back down towards her fingertip. Letting it slip from between them slowly. As he eyed her, and the way she shifted in her seat. Knowing she was moist for him already. Underneath his shirt. Where she was completely naked. As she had been all day long.

He grabbed the legs of her chair and pulling it quickly towards him. Her startled look, simply making him more excited as he rose from his own.

Elizabeth eyed him as he rose above her. Her breathing growing harsh to even her own ears as her eyes floated towards his flat belly and then to the waistband of his sweatpants, and then lower.

He'd put them on, sans underwear just to answer the door, and the stirring underneath them now was very evident. She wondered what he would do. If he'd take her back to the bedroom. Or if he'd take her on the rug...or the table...or both.

She suddenly longed for all three, even though her body wasn't quite as up for it as it had been hours ago. Fatigue and a slight ache from overexertion having set in.

Lucky eyed her silently. Suddenly longing like crazy for more than just pizza.

He dropped to his knees in front of her. His fingers wrapping around her thighs as he silently pulled her to the edge of the chair.

Elizabeth immediately dug her fingers into the edges of seat. Knowing she may indeed fall off, if what she thought were about to happen. Really happened.

The very first swipe of his tongue beneath the shirt, caused her to squirm and moan. And he only pushed her thighs open wider. Moving closer. His tongue - eager and excited.

Her body felt the same. Wet and immediately slick as he licked her swollen female desire. His tongue moving rhythmically between her folds to build the ache within her. Her hips rose from the small cushion beneath her, and he met her willingly. Placing his hands beneath her rear to hold her there while he feasted upon her sweet flesh.

He allowed his tongue inside her body while he held her there. Her feet propped up on his shoulders. The access to her inner core, now so much easier.

She screamed his name, and he immediately became more ambitious. Moving closer, pushing deeper as she wriggled and writhed in his hands. He glanced up for just a moment from his task to see her face. But he couldn't.

Her head was thrown back in ecstasy. Turning back and forth with every move of his talented tongue. "Look at me Elizabeth," he panted. Wanting to see her eyes. Dark with desire for him. Only him.

Elizabeth savagely brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked down into his. Her mouth gaping open at her own excitement. At his, as he returned so enthusiastically to his task.

She watched as long as she could. His tongue rolling against her and then moving in and out. But the quivering - the shaking wouldn't allow her to observe for very long before it overtook her. Before passion consumed her inch for inch. From her feet...to her calves...to her thighs and finally into his waiting mouth. Her nectar lapped up eagerly as she came with every beat of her heart.

Her body came until it physically couldn't come anymore. No more left to give. Unable to take.

His lips met hers instantly as he climbed up her body and into her chair. She tasted herself and wanted more. She'd forgotten what she tasted like...forgotten what THAT was like.

"Are you ok?" Lucky asked. Her eyes trained on the ceiling as she came down from her high.

She nodded and her voice exited in a hum as she said "Mmhhm...

"I'm more than ok," she finished. Kissing him full on the mouth.

Lucky grinned at her slyly. "You sure?...Because I'm ready to find out what this table is made of..." he finished. Shaking the edge of it with his hand.

Elizabeth laughed throatily as he swept their uneaten pizza to the floor and hoisted her atop the shiny wood. Gazing at her as if she were the only meal he wanted. Her glance towards his crotch told her he was ready...more than ready. Thick and glistening.

His fingers slipped between her thighs and she winced a bit. Causing him to withdraw quickly. "Eliza -

"No," she moaned, bringing his hand back to her. "I want you."

"Sweetie, you flinched...we don't have to do this now..."

Elizabeth shook her head vehemently, sitting up and encircling his waist with the heels of her feet. "I'm just a little sore...it's ok..."

"No, it's not ok...this table's gonna be here tomorrow...and the day after that...and the day after that," he grinned. Leaning in to suck gently on her earlobe. "I don't wanna do this now."

The deep sigh that emanated from her body let him know that she understood. He didn't want to hurt her. Never again. Not in anyway.

"Whadya say," Lucky began. Taking her hands in his as she slid off of the table. Her legs still a bit wobbly. "We take a long, hot shower together...

"Bath," she interrupted. Standing on her tip toes to kiss his chin.

Lucky's eyebrows shot upwards and he nodded. "Bath...I think that could be good."

"That could be heavenly," she sighed. Leading him back down the hall to his bathroom.

His tickle around her waist, caused her to scamper quickly along the carpet towards the small room. Squealing as she crossed the threshold.

The linoleum floor chilled her feet and she quickly hopped up on the countertop as he set preparing their bath. The steam from the water, quickly filling the tiny space.

A few moments passed and she mumbled "Come 'ere."

Tapping him on the shoulder to turn around and face her. Her lips met his chest when he did. Her fingers making the telltale trek down to his waistband. She began inching the fabric slowly over his hips. The water filling the tub behind them.

Every ounce of blood in his body rushed to fill his manhood once more. He inhaled deeply as her small hand encircled him. Starting to pump him lazily through the intense space created by her fist.

Lucky braced his arms on either side of her. Allowing her complete and total control. She suddenly wound her thighs around him and dug her heels into his ass. Bringing him closer. Nearer and nearer until his enlarged tip grazed her flesh again. He almost jumped out of his skin at the mere sensation of being that close to her opening. Feeling her against him.

He began to lose himself in her caress. Thrusting into her hands as she tugged on him so cleverly. Knowing exactly what he liked and how he liked it. When to go fast. When to slow down. When to tighten. When to loosen up.

His arms began to shake and he quickly wrapped them around her waist in an effort to maintain his balance. His legs quaking beneath him as he began to come so fiercely that he cried out in emotion.

Elizabeth giggled against his neck. As his pulse raced against her lips. The water behind him, beginning to rise above the edge of the tub.

"Ooops," she sighed. Gesturing towards it.

Lucky swallowed hard and sucked in quickly to catch his breath as he moved to turn the faucet off. His body still weak and shaky.

Elizabeth descended from the countertop. Pulling his shirt over her head before he turned around again. Enjoying the way his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when he caught a glimpse of her dipping her toe into the steamy water.

Two people
Just being
Barely touching each other...

Feeling the yearning

"Is it too hot?" He asked breathlessly. Watching as she timidly stuck her foot in. Followed by that beautiful ankle and flawless calf.

"Just right," she sighed seductively. Taking his hand in hers.

Two spirits
Clinging
Trying to carry it further

Lucky closed his eyes. Trying to get his bearings as he sunk into the tub behind her. She leaned slowly against him and he watched as the water rose just slightly to cover her rosy peaks. His hands moved up her tummy and moved to cup her beneath the water. Each of them, watching as he did. She moaned as leaned farther back. Her shoulders pillowed by his chest.

You are one
And I am another
We should be
One...

He gently moved the ends of her hair away from her dry shoulders and trickled water over her flesh. Watching as it bubbled and then disappeared as he licked her there a moment later. His mouth finding things to occupy itself while his fingers pinched slightly at her beautiful nipples.

Inside each other

"I want you Lucky," she sighed, fidgeting against him and feeling him stir again from behind. "I want you."

Do you see inside me
Will you come inside me
Do you wanna ride
Inside my love

Lucky bit his lip and ran a hand along her thigh. Wanting to please her, without hurting. Her legs instantly spread and he hesitantly combed his fingers through the soft fur that hid her femininity. Her flinch was slight. But still noticeable.

"Elizabeth, please Sweetie...I don't wanna hurt you...your body needs time to rest."

"My body needs you," she whimpered. Guiding his hand back to her swollen privacy. Using his finger and her own to part her folds.

My love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love...

He bit down harder on his bottom lip as he felt her move against him. As she leaned her head back on his shoulder and sighed from somewhere deep inside herself. Moving their fingers in and out of her body. Slowly at first....

In and out. In and out.

Two strangers, not strangers
Only lacking the knowing
Soul willing, feeling...
Intimate growing

Lucky licked his lips and sunk his teeth into the flesh of her neck as her voice floated through the steam.

"I used to do this," she moaned. Her hips beginning to roll against both of their hands. The water, starting to slosh around them, and slightly over the sides. "I used to sit in the tub...pretending my hands were your hands...I'd sit there forever...until my skin looked like pruneskin...but it never....

While we're here
The whole world is turning
We should be
One...

"God it never felt like this!" She cried. Coming against his hand. Writhing against his swollen member as he sat behind her. Biting down on his lip again. He splayed his hand against the small of her back, pressing her forward a bit as her orgasm surrounded his fingers.

Her breathing was erratic and crazy as he pulled his fingers from her body and allowed them to travel up her heaving belly and chest. Coming to rest at her wild heart.

Do you see inside me
Will you come in inside me
Do you wanna
Ride inside my love...

Elizabeth turned her neck slightly to kiss his jawline. The deep purple under his eye catching her attention. Had it been there all day? How had she not noticed it until now?

Was it midnight? Had her carriage just turned back into a pumpkin? Was the magic spell fading?

Lucky looked down at her. Her wanton eyes suddenly seeming sad. Lonely. Even the water having cooled a tad in the last few seconds. "Hey," he whispered. Kissing her temple.

"Sweetie...what's wrong?"

She shook her head, and no words emerged. A sure sign, he'd seen in the last few weeks, that something was definitely wrong - namely Alex.

Lucky pressed his fingertips into her shoulders, beginning to message her as she straightened in front of him. Bringing her knees to her chest. Closing off.

God, when the Hell had she gotten so tense? Just a moment ago she'd been completely carefree...and now...The knots in her shoulders were the size of Texas.

"Hey," he said softly. Moving closer to speak into her ear a he continued to message her tight muscles. "Everything's gonna be alright."

"I don't think that it is," she answered. Her voice barely audible as she thought about Alex's cold eyes. All the implied threats. And all the reason he had to actually carry them out now.

He'd know. As soon as he saw her - he'd know.

"Look at me," Lucky commanded. Catching her eyes and holding their gaze as she turned in his arms. "First thing tomorrow...I'm gonna talk to Nikolas...and then...then we're going to face Alex - together...it's that simple."

"Luck you don't know Alex the way that I do. He's not going to ju -

His fingers pressed gently against her lips in gesture of silence. "Nothing and No ONE is ever going to keep us apart again...ever."

Elizabeth nodded slowly as his eyes continued to burn into hers. Tears igniting them, and a weak smile spreading across her lips as she threw herself into his arms.

Holding on for dear life.

Say that you'll ride inside this love with me
Come ride inside this love with me...

Lyrics by Cassandra Wilson - You Move Me
Lyrics by Trina Broussard - Inside My Love