Greenwich Village, New York
Apt #215 Horatio St.

"Lucky…it’s green," Elizabeth sneered. Scrunching her nose in bewilderment and slight disgust.

Grinning widely, he slipped the frosty mug into her hand none the less. "Yes it is …drink up."

Elizabeth stood silently. Suspiciously eyeing the mixture in her hands.

"Princess."

That usually worked.

Her mouth dropped open a bit. "Don’t you think you’re taking this St. Patrick’s day thing a little far?"

When he didn’t say anything in response, she lifted the drink to her lips and rolled her eyes. Tipping the glass forward hesitantly. Those same eyes opened widely with delight a split-second later as the ale slid down her throat.

"I thought so," Lucky said smiling. Watching with pride as she took another sip. "You like it…admit it."

Licking her lips she swallowed her pride and the lasting remnants of beer and nodded slowly. Shrugging her shoulders in mock indifference. "Yes…I stand corrected…Green…beer is…ok...it’s not terrible."

"Ok?" Lucky scoffed. "Not terrible?…The look on that beautiful face of yours suggested that it was far more than ok, and not the slightest bit terrible."

"What look?" Elizabeth asked. Eyes going wide as she saddled up beside him. Trailing her finger along the countertop where he’d laid out all of the dye he’d used to whip up his father’s concoction.

Eyes depicting pure innocence. Fingertips, depicting something totally different.

Lucky grinned seductively and wrapped his hands around her waist. Eliciting the shiver that he’d hoped for. His warm lips making her shiver once more when they pressed softly against her cooler ones.

"That look," he murmured. Pulling away just far enough to see her expression change, but keep his skin pressed against hers. His hands draped around the waist that drove him crazy.

It’d been a little over a week since they’d last made love and he was just about to lose his mind. First the combination of her hectic schedule and his had begun to clash too much, and then her Aunt Flo had come for a monthly visit.

Lucky still remembered the amusing conversation he and Elizabeth had months ago about THAT. Thank God the monster had finally LEFT the building.

‘Not that Elizabeth isn’t a complete joy at all times of the month,’ he thought silently. Smirking to himself. Ah the joys of living with a female…

‘The joys indeed,’ he thought happily as her fingers started to explore his back.

"Oh," Elizabeth giggled throatily. "That look."

Lucky bit flirtatiously at her full bottom lip and nodded as he let it slip from his teeth. "Yep…that one – right there."

Ugh…it drove her absolutely crazy when he did that.

Sliding her hands into the back pockets on his jeans, Elizabeth pulled him a bit closer. "Are you disappointed about not going to the party at your father’s club tonight?"

"Do I FEEL disappointed?" Lucky asked. His lower body answering her question, and putting a grand smile on her face at the same time. There wasn’t much to argue about there. A part of him showed no disappointment at all.

"No…but…I know how much you were looking forward to – oooooh," she sighed. Biting down on her own lip now as he nibbled at her neck. "Seeing your family and…and Nik and Em this weekend…"

"I’d rather see you," he mumbled. Clearly too distracted by the feel of her skin in his mouth to address the situation at hand.

She tasted good. Like candy, and fruit, and cinnamon and…

"But you ALWAYS see me," Elizabeth giggled as his hand slid under the shirt that she wore. Her skin, beginning to quiver at his touch.

"Never enough of you Sweetie."

Lifting the material quickly above her head, he placed a cool kiss to the heated skin just above the front clasp of her bra, sending her into a jolt. She knew that in spite of the temperature, she wouldn’t be cold for long.

The unseasonable blizzard brewing outside would be of no consequence.

They’d planned to spend the weekend in Port Charles, and attend Luke’s St. Patty’s day party at the club. But when news of the upcoming blizzard had hit, his family had told them they weren’t to leave their apartment under any circumstances.

"Besides," Lucky sighed. Mumbling a trail of wet kisses down the middle of her chest and slowly towards the waistband of her pants. "We’ve been placed on restriction remember?…Can’t leave the apartment until they start shoveling outside…"

"What…in the world shall we do with all this time on our hands then?" Elizabeth asked as he backed her up towards their rickety old kitchen table. He wondered silently if it would hold up.

‘Oh well,’ he thought mischievously. ‘If it doesn’t….it’ll be a story for the grandchildren…Well, not exactly for the grandchildren to hear but for somebody…someday…yeah right Spencer…your chicken shit ass wouldn’t tell anybody…it’ll be fun finding out none the less though…you are indeed my favorite playdate Elizabeth.’

"I guess we’ll have to come up with some indoor activities then," Lucky muttered finally. Unbuttoning her pants.

Elizabeth almost hopped with giddiness as she watched his agile fingers. "Oooh goody, I always did love rainy day games…and snow days were even better because you didn’t even HAVE to go to school."

"Hmm…yeah," he whispered against her neck. "And isn’t this a lot more fun than sledding?…I mean really."

Elizabeth squealed when he hoisted her up on top of the table. Fidgeting beneath him as he began to pull down her pants. She laughed and giggled "Yes," as she sat up to attack the row of buttons on his flannel shirt.

Her FAVORITE flannel. God, he was delicious.

She’d gladly drink the entire vat of green beer if it meant getting him in the sack sooner. ‘Or…on the table,’ she thought wickedly.

"I remember the first time you wore this shirt," she whispered sexily. "It was the first time you complimented a part of my anatomy."

"Which part would that have been?" Lucky asked. Smoothing his hands under her ass to bring her closer. Another one of his favorite parts.

‘Oooh, and sexy underwear today too, huh Elizabeth?’ Lucky thought silently, fingering the pink satin. ‘I see you had big plans for our night in Port Charles…that coulda been interesting. But this is even better.’

He closed his eyes as her small, talented fingers moved up his chest. Kissing him right next to his left nipple to make him shiver and then sigh, when her lips closed around it a moment later.

"My mouth."

"Damn…yeah…DEFINITELY….DEFINITELY love your mouth."

Licking her lips, she pulled away. "Oh you ain’t seen nothing yet."

His eyes rolled heavenward at the prospect. How the HELL had he gotten so damn lucky?

"But," she continued. Her voice, suddenly taking on a reprimanding tone. "I’m afraid this shirt just won’t do…"

"Why?…I thought it was your favorite?" He asked. His voice cracking as if he were going through puberty all over again on the word ‘favorite.’

Not that he really cared as he watched his own shirt fall away from his body and settle onto the floor. But when her hands retreated from his body, and laced themselves together atop her lap…he cared.

"Because,"she continued. "In case you haven’t noticed – you aren’t wearing any green today."

Lucky gasped as her fingers tightened and pinched the taut skin, over his abs. Her lips curling into a sexy smile as she did so.

"Oooh…I’m sorry," she sighed. Letting her fingers drift softly over that growing six-pack.

"Sure you are," he nodded, stifling the laughter that bubbled up in his gut from the satisfaction on her face. He rubbed a hand over his stomach and pushed his bottom lip out in mock pain.

Elizabeth clucked her tongue. "Oh, I’m sorry…let me kiss it and make it all better."

Lucky drew his fingers through her hair and messaged her head as she did so. "I’ll let you kiss it and make it better…but…I AM wearing green."

Her interest peaked, Elizabeth glanced upwards immediately from her task. Only his jeans remained on his body and they most certainly were not any shade of green. Her fingers worked with the eagerness her mischievous grin portrayed.

The grin grew wider. As did her eyes when they saw what lay beneath the pants.

Black satin boxers…with green shamrocks.

"Oh my God," Elizabeth squeaked. "Those are the most adorable things I’ve ever seen in my life."

"Adorable?" Lucky asked, backing up suddenly. "Did you say - adorable?…Eliza - Ugh, I’ll show you adorable."

She knew she’d made a mistake before the words had even crossed her lips. The tickle attack beginning so quickly, she couldn’t move fast enough to avoid it. She held up her hands and flinched when his fingers lunged for her. Ambushing her from all sides

"Take it back!" He said. Climbing atop the table him self to keep her from getting away. She rolled slightly and he straddled her before she could jump off. "Take it back!"

Her laughing was cut completely short. Her breath stifled in her throat when he got closer. When he leaned over and breathed "take it back," so softly that she could feel it more than hear it.

"Ok," she nodded softly. Her entire body frozen in time under the heat of his gaze. It was the only word she could have said. The only word simple enough to be formed when her brain had taken a hiatus.

She watched his eyes start to travel over her body in that way that they did before he completely ravished her.

When she finally exhaled, it made even her lungs tremble on its way out of her body.

"You’re not adorable at all," she answered quietly. "You’re…you’re…

"What?" He asked. Pressing his lips to her neck as he used his fingers to unfasten her bra. "What am I?"

"Um…you’re…you’re…

He nuzzled her and asked, "Cat got your tongue Elizabeth?" Right before HE had it between his own teeth.

She moaned and writhed against him. Positioning her thighs around his waist as he pushed forward to grind against her. His growing need apparent and begging to take advantage of the luck that his shamrocks had brought him tonight.

"You’re," Elizabeth continued. Pushing at the waistband of his boxers. "Unbelievably, incredibly, amazingly…sexy."

"Really?" He asked. Trailing a line from peak to peak of her breasts with his tongue. She arched beneath him and he took one tight, rosy nipple into his mouth. "Feel free to expand."

As he thrust his hips towards hers again, she sighed with desire. "I think you’re doing enough of that for the both of us."

When he laughed on top of her, she thought she’d die if he didn’t slide inside of her soon. The rubbing against her almost too much to bear.

It’d been too long. MUCH too long. "I want you Lucky…"

Groaning, he curled his fingertips under the elastic of her panties. "I don’t know Elizabeth…these aren’t green."

Narrowing her eyes, Elizabeth locked her legs tightly around his hips and dug her heels into his tight little ass. He was in rare form tonight.

"No…they’re not…but I got something else to put me in the St. Patrick’s day spirit."

"I’m intrigued," he sighed. His stiff member sliding against her wet heat and effectively, cutting her off as she started to explain.

"I….ah….I…my bracelet," she mumbled. Leaning upwards to bite that yummy collar bone that was starting to glisten with the stress of anticipation.

Lucky sucked in air through his teeth as hers grazed his skin. "I got a new charm for it…a shamrock."

He kissed the length of her fingertips, making his way towards her wrist. Where a golden shamrock did indeed dangle from a tiny link in the delicate chain.

"Mmm," he mumbled. Half in recognition - half because she smelled and tasted so damn good. "Still not green…I may have to pinch you Elizabeth…and I know exactly where I’ll start."

Those talented fingers of his danced along the smooth expanse of skin on her rear-end.

Elizabeth smiled slyly and smoothed her hands up his back. The sensation of every muscle behind him, jumping and stretching, nearly driving her to orgasm right then and there. "Hmmm….no, it’s not green…but when I’m away from you – at work or whatever…it makes me think of you…of your name…of how LUCKY I am…and then all I can do is think of you all day long…

"What it’s going to be like to be with you again…to kiss you…to hold you…to feel you hard and inside of –

"Aah…"

His entrance was so quick, she jerked slightly upwards from the table. And her body continued to thrust forward, as his pumped eagerly into hers.

Not slow. But quick and hard. Powerful…exactly how she’d wanted it. How she’d dreamt of it. How she’d needed it for days.

He’d known. He always knew what she wanted.

The ache for him that had begun to build between her thighs quickly became intolerable. Inconceivable as he rocked in and out of her. Pulling out, only to plunge wildly back in.

Lucky bit his lip and watched her eyes flutter between states of consciousness as he moved within her depths. Her breathing, thready and erratic from the very beginning. Her skin, beginning to slicken now with a soft sheen of sweat.

Pressing his hard chest down upon her soft flesh, his upper body slid against hers and his lower slid deeper inside her sweet feminity. He found it harder to breath as his heart began to pump like crazy in his ears. The quiet growling in the back of his mind, quickly building to a roar of pleasure in his gut. He wondered if she could hear it. Feel it growing like a fireball inside of him as he pounded into her.

His end would come soon. As it sometimes did when they were this hot. This fast and furious with each other. It was like his body simply couldn’t take the insanity of it all. The completely unchecked passion.

She screamed aloud and he knew now better than ever that he only had a bit of time left before he exploded. The combination of her voice and the sensation of her narrow walls clenching around his shaft, driving him to the brink

Her fingertips left a trail of moisture against the wood grain of the table as she slid them along the surface to find the edge. His quickly found the same spot. Curling over hers to hold her in place when he knew the next thrust would arrive with the possibilities of either sending them over the edge or breaking the table.

Elizabeth’s head turned back and forth against the surface. The line between dream and reality blurring in her mind as he brought her nearer and nearer to complete ecstasy.

The edge of the table was no longer enough to stabilize her, and she brought her fingers to the back of his head. Winding her digits into his hair and pulling as he pushed inside her again and again. As she came hard and cried out once more.

"Fuck!" Lucky cried out. Agony and ecstasy forcing the expletive from his mouth as he burst inside her womanhood. Flooding her with his love. Her uncontrollable laughter only causing him to come again as she shook around him. Wringing him of every masculine drop.

He sighed loudly and gazed at her beneath him. Trying to catch his breath. He would have stayed inside her until he was ready again if it had been possible. If he hadn’t known the table wasn’t the most comfortable place for her to be supporting his weight.

Her hair messy and fanned out beneath her…she looked…She looked as if she’d just been properly…

‘Don’t say that word again Spencer.’

"I’m sorry about that," he whispered. Pressing a kiss to her temple.

"About what?"

"That…what I said just a minute ago," he panted.

She moved beneath him as he exited her body. "Oh…you mean ‘fuck?’…I didn’t mind it…I actually – I actually kind of liked it," she whispered. Her voice soft and her cheeks bright red despite how they’d just been together. Completely reckless and free.

Completely sans bashfulness.

Lucky grinned and his eyebrows shot up at once. She nodded to confirm what she’d said before he asked. "Really?………Well then," he finished with a slight shake of his head.

Every day and night with Elizabeth was full of surprises. He’d still be guessing years from now when they were old. She’d kept her word to keep him in suspense.

"So," she sighed. Fiddling with the tiny silver hoop in his ear. "What other…indoor activities are there?"

"There are no others…we can only do this."

Her guffaws of laughter made something beautifully warm settle over his body. As if someone had just wrapped him in a blanket fresh out the dryer.

He wanted to be with this woman for the rest of his life.

"You promised that one day you’d show me how to play poker," she suggested. Batting her eyelashes innocently as he stood up and began to pull his boxers up and around his waist. She watched with rapt fascination.

He licked his lips as he watched her sit up. Her beautiful, naked body telling his own that it wouldn’t be too long before he’d want her again. Need her.

How could he get her to stay naked a little bit longer?

"Alright," he said nodding, as she slid from the table to put on her bra and panties. "A round of strip poker it is."

~~~~~~~

Elizabeth shifted in her chair. Narrowing her eyes as she removed her pants. Once again down to her bra and panties. "You know Lucky Spencer…I’m beginning to think you just wanna see me in my skivvies."

"What in the world would give you that idea?" Lucky mumbled, under his breath as he studied the hand he held in front of him. "I have no idea what you mean."

Tilting her head to the side she scrutinized him. He still had all his clothes on. Maybe he’d taught her the wrong way on purpose.

But maybe this next hand?…

"You know…for a master at Poker, I don’t think you taught me well enough…I mean what if other people were here Lucky…I’d be losing and everyone would see me in my birthday suit."

"That’s why this game will never be played in the company of others."

She laughed out loud and shook her head as she perused her new cards. It all looked Greek to her. What beat what again? She wouldn’t ask him…wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

"We shoulda played pool."

Lucky raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you think you woulda beat me at that?"

"Hmph…maybe."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Isn’t everything?"

Lucky smiled and tilted his head. Damn, he loved it when she got like this. When she got all competitive about things. Games were always a blast with Elizabeth.

And the next time they played this, he knew she’d be ready. She only allowed herself to be beat at something once. Although this time, he had to admit he had the edge.

He’d been playing this game since he was a kid. Granted he hadn’t played it ‘for real’ in years, but he still had the touch. When you were as into Poker as he had been…you never lost your touch. And IT never lost it’s touch.

‘Into it Spencer?…Is THAT all it was?’

Lucky licked his lips and sighed. "Damn…"

"Ha!" Elizabeth cried out. Nearly bursting at the seams with excitement over the hand she held. FINALLY.

"Full house," Lucky sighed out slowly as if depressed about it, and then grinning like a madman.

Elizabeth pouted and watched Lucky brush a cocky hand through his hair and place his cards down on the table. "Ugh…ugh!"

"Let me see what you got," Lucky said, reaching out.

She pulled them away quickly. "No!"

"Come on Elizabeth."

"No!" She shouted. Rising from the chair as he started to walk towards her.

"Oh come on…"

"NO!" She cried, breaking into a jog as he followed her. "You won! What else do you need to know?"

"I wanna know what you got!" He chuckled. Reaching for her hand as she raised the cards above her head. When his fingers collided with hers, the cards scattered to the table. Mixing in with the others already there.

"Ooooh…I’m sorry." Lucky said. Staring at the lost cards.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. That ‘oooh,’ had sounded exactly as it had that day back in Port Charles when he’d drenched her with water. He hadn’t REALLY been sorry then either.

But then neither had she, she thought. Grinning to herself as she began to walk away from him. Making sure to put a switch in her hips. Knowing he couldn’t help but watch the way she sashayed down the hall in her tiny satin panties.

"Are you mad?" He asked. Following her down the hall like a puppy dog as she moved slowly - torturously towards her room.

The little boy tone of her voice nearly caused her to turn around and kiss him. But she didn’t. She merely halted mid stride and contemplated making a right or left turn. Left into her bedroom. Right into this.

Her lips curled as she made a right.

She turned to watch his eyes as he followed her inside. "I …I was just teasing you – I’m sorry."

"Lucky," she grinned. "I just turned into YOUR room…Ya still think I’m mad?"

He glanced around at his surroundings. Made bed…blue comforter – yep – his room. A tug pulled at the corners of his mouth. "I guess not."

"In fact," she sighed. Closing the distance between them. "I actually wanted to thank you."

"For what?" He asked. His voice catching in his suddenly parched throat as she once again pushed his shirt out of the way in order for her lips to attach themselves to his chest. Her cleavage pressed softly against his flesh and he immediately felt himself begin to stir.

"For teaching me how to play Poker…" she offered. "I mean…I may not know how to play that great right now…but I’ll learn…I’ll get better and better…just like I always do at other things," she finished. Her fingers slipping inside his jeans and wrapping around his rapidly hardening cock.

A prime example of practice makes perfect.

Not that it had ever been anything than perfectly splendid anyhow. But now…well now it was off the fucking charts.

Damn – she did like that word.

Lucky held his breath as her breasts began to travel down the length of his body, until she had lowered herself completely in front of him. Her butterfly kiss on his tip was enough to dissolve his knees into a liquid state.

Elizabeth felt his shudder and rose before him. Taking his hand in hers as she led him to the bed. Instructing him wordlessly to sit down and let her take care of everything.

And that she did.

Kneeling down in front of him, she kissed him again and his fingers wound into her silky brown tresses. Encouraging her silently as her tongue reached out with mock hesitance to lick him.

"Do you like that Lucky?"

"Very much," he half sighed, half whimpered when she licked him again. This time with no hesitation. Extending her tongue’s route from base to tip before kissing him there once more.

She smiled when she felt his fingers grip her hair more firmly. "Lay back Lucky."

His breathing already shallow, and his head already light, he listened to the sound of her voice. Doing as she bid him. His entire body jolted when her hands moved up his thighs and splayed against the muscles there. He jolted again when her warm, wet mouth encircled him.

To the winner go the spoils.

And he definitely was spoiled. Spoiled completely rotten as she worked him in and out of her mouth. Up and down his length, first slowly and then a bit faster. She tightened her fist around him and he tried and failed not thrust towards her.

His hips began to meet her and she knew he’d be there soon. Her lips tightened around him once more before she pulled away to whisper to him. To tell him to come…to tell him she wanted him to. Needed him to.

But he was breathing so loud. She could feel his pulse throbbing within his hardness. Could he even hear her now?

Something inside of him did. As he burst forth inside her mouth with a roar. His hot, male liquid flowing into her mouth on a wave of quenched longing.

Elizabeth waited until the rhythm of his hips slowed and ceased completely, before releasing him from her moist depths. And when it did, she looked as satisfied as she knew he felt.

Fairly confident that she’d just reached expert status, she slowly climbed up the length of his body. Laying her head on his sweaty, heaving chest and grinning from ear to ear as his fingers came up to comb through her chestnut main.

His voice was hoarse and sexy when it finally emerged. "Remind me to beat you at Poker more often."

She giggled and fidgeted against him to try and relieve the ache between her own legs that she knew he’d take care of as soon as he recovered.

"What was your hand anyway?" He asked. Smiling down at her as she snuggled into the crook of his neck. He wondered if she could feel how crazy his pulse was there.

Elizabeth thought for a moment and rattled off the cards in no particular order. "Um…a…10,…the king and queen…an ace of hearts…oh, and the guy…what’s he called?"

Lucky closed his eyes. "A jack?"

"Yeah!" She cried. Sitting up. "That’s it…I couldn’t remember."

Opening his eyes he stared at her for a long moment. Stared like she’d suddenly grown another head. "Baby, that’s a Royal Flush."

When the term didn’t seem to register with her, his eyes went wide. "Sweetie you won…Royal Flush BEATS a Full House!"

Her quiet snickering caused him to sit up suddenly. "Oooh…really?" She continued. Amused with herself and the expression of complete astonishment on his face.

Lucky shook his head as her duplicitousness dawned on him. "You knew all along didn’t you?"

"Well not ALL along…but I figured it out," she laughed.

"Why did you let me think I won?"

The suggestive raise of her brows made his raise as well. "Well, well, well…you cut the game short because you didn’t want to play another round?! Why Elizabeth Imogene Webber, I am SHOCKED and quite frankly…ALARMED that you would do all that just to get me in here and take advantage of me when I was obviously so upset about teasing you."

Elizabeth shrugged nonchalantly. "Did you ENJOY being taken advantage of Mr. Spencer?"

Lucky thought for a moment and nodded. "Why yes, I think I did."

"Good!" She laughed, pushing him back down on the bed. "Cause I’m gonna do it again…and then you are."

"Oooh boy," Lucky chuckled gruffly. "I oughta let you win more often."

Elizabeth stopped her rampant kissing of his neck and torso. "You WISH Spencer…I won on my own accord – fair and square."

As he flipped her over and planted the kiss of a lifetime on her lips, Lucky shook his head. Knowing he didn’t care about whether it’d been a full house, a royal flush or anything else. All he cared about what that mile wide grin on her face.

Pulling away to stare deep into those endless wells of dark blue fire. He whispered, "Hell no…I won…I definitely won the jackpot of all jackpots."

Happy St. Patrick’s Day all you Evergreenies! Love ya!