Time after time, when I’m feelin’ low
Somethin’ inside of me lets me know that its alright, love’s on my side
When the world...seems a lonely place
I’ve got a dream that wont leave a trace of blues
I just think of you baby I know

I’ve got a real thing here by my side
Someone who needs me holding me tight
And these special feelings wont ever fade
‘Cause I knew from the start you put a move on my heart

Baby our love’s like a melody playing for us
In the sweetest key you could find the music of life

And when we touch there’s the warmest glow
Heat in the passion that heaven knows it’s a dream
Just for you, you and me...and baby i know

I got a real love yes I do, and you're someone baby
You're someone baby, someone that needs true love
And these, these special feelings, time can embrace
Baby, believe me this aint a dream and sugar
I knew, I knew from the start, you put a move on me
Oooh you got through to my heart

You got through to my heart babe Oooh

Baby cant you see, you and I were meant to be
Hold me, love me passionately blind, love me til the end of time
Hold me, love me

Oooh

I want you right here, right now, laying by my side sugar thrill me tonight
I wanna feel you in my arms

Ohh babe ohhh and u know I love when your lovin’ me

Mm come closer
I wanna feel your body pressed against mine
mm that’s right
Ooh

Elizabeth woke to sounds she wasn’t used to. Sounds of birds chirping and the subtle movement of air as it fluttered along fresh grass. The softness that had pillowed her head was still there, still surrounding her with fluffiness, but it wasn’t quite as warm as it had been throughout the night.

This noticed drop in temperature had her opening her eyes to the soft morning sunlight. She inhaled deeply as the dusky scent of hours old firewood drifted past her nose in the crisp air.

Running a hand through hair that she knew had to look like she’d just been dragged through the forest, Elizabeth lifted her head, and then slowly eased her legs beneath her. Sitting up inside the bag. She quietly lifted the collar of the sweater that she wore up to her nose and inhaled once more. This time, reveling in not only the scent of fire but, something soft and smoky nonetheless…Lucky.

She licked her lips and rubbed at her eyes. Letting them travel around the small, intimate campsite that they’d set up. He was nowhere to be seen, but something else caught her eye. The boxcar that had been too dark in the shadows, to really get a good look at the night before. The door to it, now lie open as if in silent invitation.

Curious, she stood up slowly. Stretching her legs and arms before realizing she was bottomless. Quickly she grabbed the pants she’d discarded earlier and put them on. What was it about being with Lucky that suddenly made her modest about standing alone in a forest with only an oversized sweater and a pair of underwear on?

"Lucky?" She called. Walking slowly over to where the small boxcar sit in the midst of the clearing in the forest. "Lucky?"

When she stopped in front of it, she squinted. Making out faint hints of color through the dim, hazy light. She heard his voice somewhere off in the distance - from some far corner of the train.

"Y – yeah…I’m in here."

Before she could step up inside, he was at the entrance, leaning down to lend her a hand. Elizabeth stepped up and her breath caught somewhere between her chest and her throat.

Lucky caught her eyes and before turning back to face his surroundings.

"I know," he agreed, before she’d even had a chance to utter a word. He already knew what she felt. He already felt it himself.

Slowly, she took it all in. The painted oven, the refrigerator, the mock up of a bed against the far wall, a television…A cardboard piece that looked like it’d been meant to depict some kind of a furnace.

"Lucky what is this?"

He shook his head in quiet amazement. His eyes, having not had long to adjust to his surroundings either. This very boxcar had been here his entire life, yet he’d never ventured inside. This morning however, something had called to him. Something had told him to simply give the door the old heave-ho and see what lie inside.

For as long as he lived he’d never forget the feeling that overcame him. It felt like coming home.

"I don’t know," he sighed in response. Still shaking his head. "It’s been here forever I guess…I just never…just never actually been inside it," he said absently.

Walking towards the furnace that her eyes had settled upon earlier, he ran a finger over it. It was dusty, but even through the thick layer he could help but feel the textured layer of paint. Deep red upon orange…something inside him got warm just trailing his finger across the colors.

Something inside of him tingled as if it meant something to him. And a wave of something very much like remembrance washed over him, just before slip sliding away.

Elizabeth got the same warm rush as she stepped in front of the oven. As if maybe it were actually on. Actually preparing something for them to eat.

What an odd sensation, when their eyes met again. Each of them smiled sheepishly. Unable to help themselves.

Lucky ran his fingers over the heater once more and then turned to stare at the television. Suddenly thinking of baseball and then a music video. He shook his head. It was like hearing the sounds from a far away playground. Maybe people laughing – maybe kids screaming…but you couldn’t see them. The sounds were simply carried on the wind from some distant place.

"Whoever did all this," he said finally. "It’s all really…really good…Extremely talented."

Elizabeth shrugged as she looked at the bright colors tinged by the weathering effects of years gone by. "I don’t know…looks like amateur work to me."

With a chuckle, Lucky rolled his eyes and continued his look around the place. As if in a museum, a time capsule perhaps. "Always the cynic."

She smiled and shrugged as she settled upon a crate. Paying no mind to the dust she sat in. But the warmth – the warmth couldn’t be ignored. The heat she’d felt in front of the oven just moments before was nothing compared to the sudden jolt she received as she sat just then.

Like a wave of pure love, washing over her. She too heard the sounds then.

Only hers were not the sounds brought on by the television just a few feet away, but they were the sounds of music. Soft…beautiful music. A part of her wanted to cry.

"Did you hear that?"

Lucky turned back. Startled when he saw the look on her face. The expression telling him that it hadn’t been children laughing or anything of the sort. She looked almost as if she’d seen a ghost.

"Hear what?"

Elizabeth shrugged and then slowly smiled. "I don’t know…it was like…music…or something – a guitar."

Licking his lips, Lucky folded his arms across his chest. What a nice way to shift gears.

"Well maybe you’re just psychic."

"What’s that mean?" Elizabeth asked with a smirk.

Biting his lip, Lucky maneuvered behind her, into the shadows and then back out again.

"When I arrived here in Port Charles a few days ago, I found this," he explained. Sitting down in front of her with an old guitar propped up against one knee.

"Remember when you asked me about how I learned to play guitar and all that? After you saw me play with Bruce that night at Sully’s?"

Elizabeth nodded. Watching as he let his long fingers drift over the strings. He plucked a few random chords and she had to shut her eyes. The sensation of memory so strong that she could actually smell something…

What was it? Candle wax?

"Well, one summer when I was about 15," Lucky continued. "I sorta just taught myself. I found this thing at a second hand store in town and just started practicing on it…I guess eventually I got kinda good at it."

Remembering that evening when she’d been falling so hard and so fast she couldn’t see straight, Elizabeth inhaled deeply and nodded. "Kinda."

Catching the smile in her eyes, Lucky grinned a bit bashfully and looked down. "Anyway…when I got back here a few days ago, I found this in the closet at my old apartment over the bikeshop."

"Can you play something for me?"

Lucky looked down and then up again. Gazing into her eyes. "Funny you should ask me that… I was just thinking of doing that very thing."

She smiled, and he continued to gaze at her. Remembering having looked into her eyes like this once as he played. Maybe he was just thinking of the night they’d shared together under the sparkling moonlight.

"Do you remember that night in Central Park when I was playing piano and –

"Do you really think I could ever forget the most romantic night of my life?" Elizabeth asked in interruption.

Her turn of phrase stole his heart and he bit down on his bottom lip. Sucking it in. If she’d thought THAT was romantic, she had no IDEA what his brain had spent all last night cooking up.

"Well," he said softly. Grinning to him self now and shaking his head back and forth slowly. "No pressure Spencer."

She giggled. "Yes, I remember it. Why?"

He sobered. "Well because I remember taking that tune that we made together –

At her ‘yeah right,’ expression, he cleared his throat and spoke again. "That we made TOGETHER…and I started playing around with it. Started thinking of words…that I hadn’t been able to come up with before then.

"Finally they came to me…just as soon as I arrived here in Port Charles. As if all I had to do was get here," he finished.

Elizabeth only watched in silent awe as he began to play delicately at the strings. His fingers moving between them with the opening chords of a song she’d never heard before, yet sounded so familiar.

It must’ve been because he’d played the basis of it that night in Central Park…but somehow…somehow even that didn’t seem like the real reason why it sounded so RIGHT to her ears.

His voice was soft, yet deep when he began to sing. And her eyes knew not whether to watch his beautiful mouth of his elegant fingers as they danced between strings.

Lucky looked up as his fingers finally stilled on the strings. Nervousness clutching tightly in his chest. When he saw the tears in her eyes he sat the guitar down and moved off of the crate beneath him. Dropping to the dusty floor. He moved towards her on his knees. Clasping her face in his hands.

"I hope that you’ll except this as a gift…because I tried to take what you told into consideration…about not going overboard…but I…" he shook his head and sighed aloud.

"Happy Birthday Elizabeth."

The breath she’d been holding, released on a sob and gentle tears fell down her cheeks at once. Lucky brushed them away with his thumbs and leaned up to kiss her trembling lips.

She hadn’t even remembered her own birthday, and if you would have asked her a few moments before, she would have called that a blessing. But now she knew that the true blessing was the one sitting right before her.

"I know you said you made a practice of forgetting about it," Lucky continued, as if reading her thoughts – at least partly. "And after what you told me about…about him," he paused. Not wanting to say the bastard’s name. "I can completely understand that…But Elizabeth, I had to do something…I’d written the song a few days ago and I thought maybe it’d be ok to sing it to you today…but I – I’m sorry if it upsets you and…God," he sighed. Seeing how much she cried now.

"Elizabeth, I’m so sorr –

She cut him off with a searing kiss. And he allowed himself to be drowned by her…in her. His hands floundering for a moment as he reached up for her. His heart thumped hard against the inside of chest as she kissed him until she simply had to break away in order, to draw in a sharp breath.

"Don’t ever…don’t ever apologize for being wonderful," she panted breathlessly. Gazing deep into his eyes. Smiling through glasslike tears. "I realize I’ve made you do that in the past. Made you think that you had to hold back or say your sorry for caring – for…for loving. But don’t – please don’t do that anymore……

"That was," she sighed reverently. "That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. That was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given to me."

A watery smile pulled at Lucky’s mouth. He’d hoped and prayed that she’d like it. Hoped it wouldn’t scare her or simply remind her of a day she wanted desperately to forget. But here she was…smiling. Smiling with her whole heart.

"You sure you’re not the slightest bit prejudiced?" He asked with a grin. "I mean the song is named for you and all…"

"Uhuh," she whispered. Slipping down from the crate on which she sat now. Her fingers itched to touch his face again, so she did. Easing the pads of her fingertips along his cheeks. Her thumbs slid over his perfect, parted lips. "I lo…I lov –

"Stop," he said quickly. With a warm grin. He grasped her wrist and placed her open palm to his lips. Pressing a tender kiss there. "I already know how you feel."

She started to protest, but it was he who kissed her now. Eliciting small whimpers when his tongue slipped tenderly inside.

"You seem pleased with my gift," he said then. With a sly grin. It disappeared after a moment however. "But I’m a little worried about how you might react to the next one."

"The next one?" She asked quietly. Her eyes widening. How could he possibly think it was necessary to buy her anything, after doing THAT?! For God’s sake…

She shook her head. "Lucky what did you do?"

"Noth – nothing," he stammered slightly. Easing her to her feet when he stood and reached for both of her hands. "In fact I mean this is like major self-restraint for me…I didn’t get you a damn thing…I just…"

"You just WHAT?" Elizabeth continued. Her shoulders going a little tense. This was already the best birthday she’d had since she was a very tiny little girl, but a huge part of her was afraid of how quickly it could turn. She knew better than to hope for too much.

What if whatever it was took her down a road she didn’t want to go down. Not here, not with him…He didn’t need to be subjected to her psychosis again.

"Well you know how I’ve been saying how we have to visit my father’s club before we leave…"

"Right," she nodded. "Luke’s….Oh my God! Lucky did you make us a reservation for tonight?!" She asked excitedly. Lucky allowed himself to get that way as well for a moment. Heck, if she was that excited over the idea of simply going…maybe…

"Yes!" He answered quickly. "Um, sort of."

At the tilt of Elizabeth’s head, he continued. "Um, I sort reserved the entire place…for like…a private party. I know what you’re thinking – and it’s really not going to be that big," he explained quickly at the expression on her face. "I just wanted to give you something special. I wanted you to meet my friends and for you to meet them…and to be able to dance with you…I just," he sighed. "Elizabeth I just wanted you to have a good time tonight."

Though a part of her was still tense and she wished he would have just reserved them a small table in the corner for two, she understood his intentions. They were never anything but noble. Never anything but loving.

She nodded and stepped closer to him. Sealing her lips against his.

"Thank you," she responded softly. "I’d love to be your date at the party."

He shook his head. "Oh no Sweetie, I’m YOUR date – it’s your party……See, it’s your world Elizabeth – I just live in it."

Elizabeth smiled and looked down as he wove his fingers through hers. Walking back towards the opening of their boxcar. To the glowing morning light outside.

She stood still for a moment, thinking about the thought she’d just had as she glanced back at all the vivid paintings. They somehow seemed even brighter than when they’d first walked in. Somehow glowing beneath all the dust…or maybe the fact that the air had gotten to it for a few minutes had simply aired out some of the old cobwebs.

But it did indeed feel like ‘theirs.’ Like it belonged to them…like it was home.

When Lucky whispered her name, she turned around. Seeing him gaze up at her from the grass outside, she dove recklessly towards him and he caught her around the waist. They both laughed.

Laughed even harder when they lost their balance and hit the grass beneath them with a loud ‘oomph.’

~~~~~~~

Wallace checked his watch and then the clock that sat on his desk for the 5^th time in the last 25 minutes. The lunch hour was quickly dwindling. He sighed and leaned back in his chair.

It could have simply been a mix-up. Maybe she’d meant she’d come over at 12:30, not 12:00. Maybe she’d simply had a setback at work. Or maybe she’d simply been unable to catch a cab.

Although, he’d never in his life seen a cabby pass up Lucinda. In fact that had been a running joke between he and Lucky…If they wanted a cab – they needed to make sure they had Lucinda next to them on the curb.

He sat up once again and drummed his fingers on the hard wood of his desk. She should have called by now. She was never late for anything, so if she were running behind – she’d call.

Man, he didn’t feel like being that guy – that annoying guy that called and said – ‘where are you?’ when technically the person was only late…

He checked his watch again – 30 minutes late!

"Ok, that’s it," he mumbled under his breath, reaching for the phone on his desk. Maybe something had happened to her? Maybe she’d been mugged or run over or…’Jeez man just CALL and stop the insanity.’

Quickly he dialed the number of the studio where Lucinda said she’d be shooting that day. A long-suffering sigh escaped him as he waited a good 10 minutes after being put on hold by a rather abrupt receptionist.

Finally a voice broke through the dumb techno music playing over the line. "Hello, how may I help you?"

Wallace sighed. "Um, you can’t. I’d really like to speak with Lucinda McCloud please if possible…In fact she’s probably not even there, but –

He cursed something his mom would have cuffed him on the back of the head for when he was put on hold again.

Wallace was loosened his tie as he waited once more. Was he gonna have to show up there again? What the Hell was going on?

After a moment, the man resumed speaking. First he ‘hmmd,’ then he decided what his answer would be. "Yes, I’m sorry but Lucinda is busy at the moment. May I take a message?"

Wallace mulled it over. There were two ways he could play this situation…

He could be the ass that rudely DEMANDED that Lucinda be put on the phone, or he could simply say ‘ok,’ and be the chump that had just been stood up. Or…simply wasn’t important enough to remember having a lunch date with.

Glancing at the Snickers bar on his desk, he bit his tongue. It wasn’t exactly fine cuisine, but he guessed it would have to do for today. Maybe for awhile…

"No that’s fine…No message."

~~~~~~~

Elizabeth bit her lip as Foster ambled out the front door and onto the porch. Coming to lay his huge head on her lap as she sat, rocking absently back and forth on the porch swing. The sun had begun it’s descent and the colors she’d seen from inside had beckoned her out.

Lucky had been running around all afternoon making the final arrangements for his party…HER party, she corrected internally. Knowing that everything he did was for her, even if she had concerns about it.

Silly concerns, she knew.

Slowly she ran a hand over Foster’s soft, flat head.

"Why am I worried boy?" She asked quietly. "He never does anything that doesn’t turn out spectacular right?…I just…birthday parties," she groaned. Remembering the one she’d told Lucky about just a few days ago.

It had been the last birthday party she’d ever had. She bit the inside of her lip.

The opening of the door behind her had her head turning back. Lulu stopped in her tracks and resituated her purse strap on her shoulder. She smiled at Elizabeth.

"Hey…what’re you doing out here? They driving you crazy too? Imagine what it’s like to live with them."

Oh, Elizabeth HAD imagined what it would have been like to live with them…a few several times already. And it always seemed just this side of heaven when she thought about it.

"No, they aren’t driving me crazy," she smiled finally. Shrugging. She pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and petted Foster’s head once more. "I’m not doing anything really - just thinking…

"Hey!" She added quickly, before Lulu started down the steps again. "How did your date go last night? The dance? I know Lucky probably already gave you the third degree but…

Lulu shrugged. "Actually he was OK," she sighed letting her bag fall from her shoulder once more.

To Elizabeth’s surprise, she took a seat next to her on the bench. She reached over to pet Foster as well. "My mom and dad behaved this morning…and then when Lucky got home he was pretty mellow…you two must have had a…ahem," Lulu grinned. "A good time last night."

Elizabeth blushed furiously at the implication and then looked down with a shake of her head. She was instantly reminded of her very first conversation with the girl. That time after she’d first moved in with Lucky and she’d decided to answer the phone while he was at work.

The girl had thought they’d been busy going at it and had been completely wrong. This time…

‘Well this time she’s completely right, isn’t she Webber?’ Elizabeth thought, still blushing.

"Y- yeah we had fun."

Lulu giggled and straightened up. "Well, I had fun last night too."

At Elizabeth’s quick glance upward, Lulu rephrased. "Well obviously not THAT much fun – sheesh…All I meant was that Robert and I had a good time. He seems to be making up for that little mishap we had at the beginning of our relationship. I feel it’s my duty to give the poor thing a second chance."

With a broad smile Elizabeth nodded. Wow, what would it have been like to have been so completely self-assured at that age? She wondered in amazement. "That’s awesome."

"What’s awesome?" Lulu asked. Her acne-free brow creasing just a bit. It wasn’t fair, Elizabeth thought.

She was stunning, smart, and had a great family. It made you wonder what kind of woman Leslie Lu Spencer would turn out to be. It left Elizabeth with a sudden ache to be around to see it.

"Oh I mean…just how you guys are getting along well again," Elizabeth said then. Making something up. "I’m glad you had a good time……Where are you off to right now?"

Lulu smiled as she glanced towards the setting sun. "Oh, Robert and I are gonna meet for some ice cream at Kelly’s. I thought at first that we should wait to see each other till Monday at school…but I think we need this time to really solidify our relationship, you know? We need some alone time."

Elizabeth only nodded with a sober expression. When someone was as serious as Leslie Lu was, no matter how badly you wanted to laugh – you couldn’t. It would have wrecked her.

She glanced at her watch then and stood up once more. "Anyway, I gotta get going if I’m gonna be back in time."

"Back in time for what?"

Lu’s face contorted. Her brother’s girlfriend could be pretty funny sometimes. "What do you mean silly – your BIRTHDAY PARTY………Oh, happy birthday by the way," she added with a smile.

Man, her mom would kill her for such bad manners.

Something inside of Elizabeth wanted to cry at that very moment. Someone she barely knew was coming to her party? Someone she wasn’t even sure had liked her very much?

"Well don’t look so surprised," Lulu giggled. Hoisting her big purse up on her shoulder. "I mean really…don’t tell my mom I’m saying this word – but I was a total bitch the other day…I didn’t mean to be that way…I was just sorta stressed with the whole dance thing and…

"Well," she added again. "I don’t like people messing with my brother…and I thought that maybe you were trying to take advantage of his niceness…but now I know you’re not. Now I know you’re totally cool and that you love him. So…it’s all good."

‘Totally cool and that you love him.’

The words echoed in Elizabeth’s ears and she looked down for a moment as Lulu sighed once more. She didn’t know if things were ‘all good,’ yet, but they certainly could be, couldn’t they?

Before Elizabeth had a chance to speak, Lulu was bolting. "Ok, then I’ll see you later!"

Elizabeth looked up. "Leslie –

She turned. "Yeah?"

"Nothing…just…thanks," Elizabeth grinned. Leaning back on the bench after she said the words.

Lulu only smiled again before running down the steps and disappearing around the corner of the house a second later.

The door behind Elizabeth opened once more. This time it was the human tornado’s brother. Her devastatingly handsome and charming brother…Lucky.

"Where’s she off to?" He asked. Nodding in the direction of the long brown hair that flew behind her as she ran.

Elizabeth smiled. "To meet the love of her life."

Lucky groaned and shifted his hands inside his pockets as he came to sit down next to her. He ignored Foster’s sudden huff in annoyance. Things had been completely fine between them until Elizabeth had arrived…now they were back to ‘normal’ of course.

"Don’t call him that."

Smiling, Elizabeth brought her legs up to the bench and curled them in front of her. Laying her head on Lucky’s shoulder as he looped an arm around hers. "Oooh, come on…she likes him."

"Yeah, yeah…I know she likes him…He likes her too," he added grudgingly. "He seems…he kinda…seems like a nice guy."

Elizabeth grinned wickedly. "He seems like a what? I didn’t catch that last part…I think Foster was breathing too hard. Could you say that again please?"

"A NICE GUY," Lucky said through grit teeth, chuckling a second later. "Yeah, yeah…I said it. He’s a cool kid I guess."

Her arms wound around his waist and one of his hands smoothed over her arm. There was a chill there. "You wanna go inside?"

"No, no…I just wanna watch the sun go down. It’s beautiful here Lucky."

He turned his head just in time to get a whiff of the conditioner scent that the wind blew from her hair. He closed his eyes and inhaled as he held her a bit tighter. "It’s gorgeous."

She pressed a kiss to his chest. "You’re even cooler for admitting that."

Lucky sighed. "You know, it’s not that I didn’t like him…I just…man, when she walked out of here last night………It’s weird – the other day when I saw her again for the first time in a couple of months I thought to myself ‘who IS this girl – this WOMAN’…Elizabeth, she’s growing up SO fast," Lucky sighed. "I mean she was just this little pink…thing – like just yesterday."

Elizabeth smiled and looked up at him. "She still needs her big brother Lucky."

He shrugged. "Yeah, but not the same way. I mean usually…when I visit – the very first thing she wants to do is play a round of Road Fury with me. I’ve been here days now…and she keeps alluding to it – but we never actually get around to doing it……She’s just not the same baby that I held in the nursery all those years ago and I guess I have to get used to that. But I made promises that I need to keep – you know?"

"Like protecting her, watching out for her? All that?" Elizabeth asked.

Lucky nodded and looked out upon the glowing sunset. "Yeah."

"Well then you’ve been keeping your promises all her life, and I don’t see you stopping anytime soon…she loves you Lucky, I mean I think the cold shoulder I got when I first arrived pretty much proves that."

Grinning in spite of himself, Lucky looked down to meet her gaze. "Oh, she wasn’t awful to you again just now was she? If she was, I’ll say something as soon as she –

"No, no" Elizabeth said quickly. "She was great…I really like her Lucky…In fact," she said a bit wistfully. "I like all of your family…I…love all your family."

Lucky caught the double meaning of that final statement and only gazed at her. "You do, do you?"

Catching his hand in hers, she brought it up to her mouth to kiss the back of it as she wove her fingers through it. "I may not be able to say it now Lucky…on a regular basis – but I will…I want you to know that…

"But in the meantime," she said now. Lowering her voice a bit. "In the meantime I was thinking that you need to be told in a different way."

Though he’d told her earlier that he didn’t need it, he knew deep down that part of their problem had always been his need to know that she felt as strongly for him as he did for her. That her feelings ran as deep.

He sat quietly as she further explained.

But she didn’t explain with her voice. She simply did it with her hands. First placing her hand against her heart, and then his…letting it linger there for a long moment. She then lifted herself to her knees and lifted her mouth to his in a slow, deep kiss.

When she pulled away she blushed a little at the way he was staring at her. "I know it’s kinda silly. But I figured if I couldn’t say the words, maybe I could think of some kind of…sign or…signal…or…" At his silence she shook her head. "See, yeah I knew it was pretty stupid –

Nothing was stupid at all, and he showed her that with his own sign – a soul-stirring kiss that made her rise on her knees again – that it wasn’t.

Breathlessly they both pulled back at the same moment. A slow, smile spreading across his moist lips. "I think…I think maybe I like it even more than the words."

She grinned at him and shook her head. "Oh no you don’t…you still have to say them – that way I can get used to it…and start saying them to you…like I should."

"Ok, well you do that…but could you maybe combine it with that little sign language you just did?…Because that’s sexy as Hell."

She bit her bottom lip for a moment and then curled up against him once more. Laying her head against his shoulder as the sunset really started to dazzle them with a show like no other.

"Earlier today," she began suddenly. "Did you feel like…

"Like we belonged there? Like we’d been there before?" Lucky asked. Stroking his fingers through the hair at the top of her head. "Yeah."

Elizabeth nodded in response. "I’m glad you felt it too."

~~~~~~~

Wallace kicked off his shoes and grabbed a beer from his refrigerator before flopping down on the sofa. He flicked on the television and sighed as he flipped rapidly through the channels. Not lingering on anything long enough to really see what it was.

‘Oh wait,’ Wallace thought. Something disgusting catching his eye. He let up on the channel ‘up’ button. It was the animal station and they were doing a special on the Praying Mantis. The female of the species actually ATE the male of the species when she was ‘done’ with him.

"Well now," Wallace said aloud. "That probably just saves everyone a lot of time and energy….No pesky phone calls or lunch dates – well aside from the one where you actually ARE the lunch," he mumbled. Switching channels again.

As if it called to him, he caught the outline of his phone in the darkness of the room.

Damn it, he was NOT going to call her. He WASN’T. She was the one who’d stood HIM up. She could call. He wasn’t going to…Nope.

He’d already made the decision and he was sticking to it. If she wanted to call – explain what the Hell had happened this afternoon – SHE was going to have to do it.

Or not do it.

‘Exactly McKenzie,’ his thoughts said quietly. ‘You actually think she’s gonna call? See, this is what happened – she felt like trying something new – for a like a SECOND – then she got tired of it……

‘You were out of your league from the beginning, my friend…you should be happy that you got a few days in paradise. It was just a matter of time before reality pulled your ass back like a boomerang.’

He took another swig of his beer before folding his arms, and using one hand to channel surf again.

Hell…maybe there was some porn on.

~~~~~~~

Lucky rubbed his hand up and down her forearms as they entered the club. Knowing that not all of the goosebumps he felt there were created by the cold. Although she wasn’t showing it, she was still nervous about this whole thing.

He bit his lip. If something went wrong, he’d feel guilty for the rest of his life. All he wanted was for her to have a good time. For her to feel special on her birthday for once. For her to feel like she was the most important person in his life.

So maybe the banner across the bar that read ‘Happy Birthday Elizabeth,’ was a bit much, but Hell…if you were going to have a party – you had a party.

"I can take it down if you want," he said quickly. Seeing her eyes settle upon it and waver.

She glanced up at him with a grin, tugging on his arm. "Oh come on it’s ok…I think I even like it. Though, next time I’d go with purple writing and not burgundy."

Lucky grinned and leaned down to kiss her quickly on the lips. "I should have known."

"Happy Birthday Honey," the words came from Laura as she walked towards them with a short glass of mineral water in her hand. She kissed Elizabeth on the cheek and Lucky backed away slowly when they began to chat. Wanting to retrieve a couple of people that Elizabeth had to meet before he decided to monopolize her time.

Which he was already certain he’d be doing tonight.

He heard Elizabeth laugh at something his mother said as he slipped away and it was pure music to his ears. Better than any that pumped it’s way towards him from the blues band that played on stage.

"You know what I think?" Laura asked softly. Maneuvering Elizabeth towards the bar as her son went into host mode. "I think you look like a woman who could use a drink."

Elizabeth giggled nervously. "That obvious, huh?"

Laura smiled and glanced towards her husband. He winked at the both of them from his position behind the bar.

"You my wife…I know – wants a refill of that disgustingly non-alcoholic bubbly stuff you’re drinking……and you…hmm," he thought. Placing a finger to his head as if trying to guess her pleasure.

Playing along, Elizabeth tilted her head. There was something about this man that she loved. She didn’t quite know what it was, and he would have most assuredly told her that he was undeserving if she told him, but she did anyway. "I bet you can’t guess. If you can…I’ll dance with you."

"Whoa! Well now Darlin’…be careful what you offer," Luke chuckled, flirting. Laura sighed and shook her head. He pretended to think for another moment. Elizabeth didn’t notice when he glanced over her heads to where his son mouthed him the answer.

"Rum and coke!"

Elizabeth’s mouth dropped open. "How did you know that?"

Luke sobered. "Elizabeth, I’m not just a club owner by trade – it’s a GIFT."

Laura sniffed and turned around. Across the room her son quickly stifled a laugh and went back to chatting with someone. "Yeah. A gift my as-

"Sweetheart!" Luke interrupted. "Not in front of our son’s lady friend here."

Elizabeth grinned at the both of them and then at Lucky from across the room. Completely in love – with all of them.

Absently, the thought of becoming a part of it all crossed her mind once more. What it’d be like to actually call her self a Spencer. What it’d be like to be married into a family like…

‘Oh gosh, get a hold of yourself girlfriend. Nobody’s gonna be changing the name on their credit cards anytime soon.’

A tap on her back from behind had her spinning around. "Oh hey Leslie – you made it."

"Was there ever any doubt?" Lulu sighed. Pulling the boy behind her up in front. "Listen, I want you to meet Robert. Robert this is my brother’s girlfriend."

Elizabeth smiled, and noticed internally that for the first time, the title hadn’t made her cringe. Robert however, looked like being inside a bar with a bunch of Spencer’s was the last place he wanted to be. She gave him a soft smile.

Lulu continued on with the introductions. "Yeah, she lives with my brother and she used to be a stripper. She’s hot huh? Yeah well don’t go getting any ideas – I’d kick your ass."

And with that they were gone. Just like that, the poor dear had been tugged into the masses by Lulu. Elizabeth nearly doubled over in laughter, watching them as they made their way through the crowd. Lu, stopping now and again to introduce him before finally getting Robert onto the dance floor.

Her wide smile gave way as her eyes settled upon the next scene. The one at the far end of the room. Lucky hugged some leggy brunette tightly, and the brunette hugged back even tighter. She pulled back and smacked the largest of kisses on his lips before pulling back again with an even larger smile.

Elizabeth froze.

From a few feet away, Laura saw the look that glossed over the girl’s face. Clearing her throat, she leaned in. "Don’t worry Honey, that’s just Emily."

With wide eyes, she slowly turned to Laura. Still watching them peripherally. "Just Emily?"

"Emily – you know - Lucky’s best friend…I know he must’ve told you about her…my other son’s wife…" Laura’s voice dwindled as she watched the way Elizabeth took in the scene again. The way she seemed to hold her breath.

Laura lay a hand on her shoulder even though something inside wanted to do a somersault for her son. Elizabeth was jealous. Elizabeth…was in love.

"Elizabeth…really – don’t worry. She’s very much in love with Nikolas. She and Lucky just go back a very long way."

"How long?"

Laura didn’t hear the murmured question. Lucky having walked over with the couple in question right behind him. He smiled at the two of them and winked at Elizabeth.

"Emily – Nikolas…I’d like you two to meet girlfriend, Elizabeth Webber. Elizabeth this is…

"Emily and Nikolas," she filled in. Pasting a smile on her face. "Hi…I’ve heard so much about you…the both of you."

"They’re all lies," Nikolas joked. Leaning in to give her a quick hug. He felt like he already knew her from everything that Lucky’d said about her during their few phone conversations.

Elizabeth smiled with a shrug. "Oh really? He said you were the smartest, most talented guy he knew –

Lucky’s jaw dropped and Nikolas nodded with a wide grin. "Oh, I like this girl."

"Seriously Elizabeth," Emily began liking one arm through her husband’s and the other arm through Lucky’s. "We feel like we know you, we’ve heard so much."

Elizabeth had heard a lot too. How Emily would love her. How Emily had been Lucky’s best friend since he’d first settled in Port Charles. But never had she heard how gorgeous she was. Or that her legs could probably wrap twice around a VW bug.

She sighed aloud and they had to have heard her.

"Well, I think since it’s her birthday Lucky, you need to be spending more time with Elizabeth and not us," Emily smiled. Glancing quickly at Elizabeth, and then away. "We won’t hog him anymore."

Lucky saw the blank expression on Elizabeth’s face as Nikolas and Emily walked back towards the dance floor.

"Hey – you wanna cut a rug? Put all these people to shame?…It’ll be the first time in my life I can actually say that I’m putting anyone anywhere NEAR shame on the dance floor."

At her silence, his brow creased. He knew something had been weird with her voice just now. Damn it…

"What’s the matter?"

"Are you gay?"

Lucky spat some of his beer, back into the bottle that he held. Backwash sliding back down the insides of the brown bottle as his eyes went wide. And he’d just been about to sit it down on the bar. Thank God for small miracles…

"Excuse me?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "It’s one of two things Lucky. A – your gay, or B – your blind."

"Is there a ‘C’ option?…Elizabeth what the Heck are you talking about?"

"I’m talking about the fact that every time I meet one of your female friends she’s a friggin supermodel. I mean honestly Lucky…what the Heck do you want with me when you’ve got people like Lucinda and Emily running around with giraffe legs and heads of hair, like you expect them to turn around any minute and say ‘hey…I’m worth it.’"

Because his mother and father had moved out of earshot and this particular section of the bar was miraculously secluded, Lucky used his body to push her up against it.

When he licked his lips she had absolutely no place else to look but his mouth. Though looking at his eyes, wouldn’t have been any less dangerous.

"If I didn’t think it was an inappropriate setting, I’d tell you EXACTLY what I want with you…but since I can’t exactly use that kind of language with my parents somewhere buzzing around…I’ll just show you."

And she felt what he wanted to show her - right against her hip.

When he leaned down then and let his lips trail with feather softness along her jaw line. Tingles shot up her spine and heat sped towards the most inconvenient of places.

"Lucinda, and Emily…and any other girls I know…that’s just what they are – they’re just girls I know………You, Elizabeth," he said. Letting his tongue subtly make it’s way up to her ear lobe. "You’re the only woman in my life."

She trembled from head to toe and watched with rapt fascination as he pulled away.

"You want another rum and coke?"

Blinking rapidly, Elizabeth swallowed against her parched throat and allowed a shaky ‘yes,’ to emerge before even looking to see if her glass needed refilling.

Something had just changed between them – again.

They’d always wanted each other. Always longed for each other. But right then – right at that moment of time, she would have allowed him to take her right there on the bar if he would have.

Maybe it had been his bold move or the deep rough sounding edge to his voice…she had no idea. But it was rare that he talked to her like that. In fact, as she wracked her brain she couldn’t think of a time when all that had been reflected in his eyes was pure, unadulterated animal lust.

Another drink was in her hands before she could think it through and she quickly took a long, hard gulp. Lucky watched as she took yet another and then sat it down on the bar behind her. He didn’t ask her, when he took her hand he simply took it.

"Let’s dance."

~~~~~~~

Wallace rubbed his eyes in the darkness of his bedroom. Propping himself up on his elbows for a moment to make sure it wasn’t a dream or a nightmare of some kind. The kind that knew you’re day had been sucky and felt it the brain’s duty to screw you over during sleep as well.

But no, it wasn’t sleep that was screwing him over this time – life had come calling again.

Who the Hell was knocking on his door at 1 a.m.?

"Coming…I’m coming…" he grumbled as the knock sounded once again. He tumbled out of bed and slipped into his slippers.

‘Oh, so THAT’S why they call them slippers!…Damn it McKenzie you need to be in bed.’

His hand closed around the knob of the front door in the darkness and as soon as he opened it, a pair of lips smashed into his.

Blinking harshly, he brought the face attached to the lips into focus. They’d felt like her lips, but he couldn’t have been sure in his semi-drunken, semi-sleep induced haze.

"Luci –

Her mouth concealed his words. "Just kiss me," she muttered. Outlined only by the light from the hall, before she shut the door behind her. She maneuvered him backward with her lips moving against his in a steady, yet wild flow. "Just kiss me…and take me to bed."

He wasn’t about to disagree when he was being mauled.

Wallace allowed himself to be steered blindly backwards towards his bedroom as they continued to kiss furiously. Recklessly…dodging shoes and other items on the floor as they went.

Lucinda felt Wallace fumble for the light switch when they crossed the threshold of his bedroom. She reached absently for his hand, sweeping it away from the wall. Muttering ‘leave it off,’ as they fell into bed.

~~~~~~~

Elizabeth ran a hand through her hair and leaned back against the bar as Lucky grinned at her. "That all you got?"

She giggled. "What the heck has gotten into you tonight? You don’t even LIKE to dance."

He grinned at her and pecked her mouth in a way that didn’t quite feel like a peck should. There was nothing innocent about it, and everything evocative. "Well maybe I do now."

Smiling in return, she wiggled her brows. He grinned and pulled back. "Ok, I’m gonna go get this cake. We’ll serve the masses then shove them out."

Elizabeth smiled and watched as he turned and got his father’s attention. They disappeared inside the kitchen a moment later. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Emily walking up to the bar.

It was now or never. She needed to apologize.

"Hey…Emily?"

The tall brunette turned and smiled. "Hey Liz…are you having a good time?"

Elizabeth sighed. She was so nice, and she’d behaved like a total bitch. "I’m having the BEST time…I think though – that I should be the one asking you that……Listen, I’m so sorry for how I acted a little while ago. I was just…I don’t know…I was being silly."

Emily shrugged and leaned back against the bar next to Elizabeth once she had the regular fruity drink that Claude had prepared for her. "He’s a major catch Elizabeth…I don’t blame you for being a little worried when you see some girl with him…but let me put your mind to rest – I love my husband…and Lucky LOVES you."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak, but Emily cut her off.

"Once upon a time, I would have been the jealous one…Because I’ll tell you – it’s not hard to fall in love with Lucky Spencer…or at least what I thought was love at age 13," she laughed. Sipping at her drink. "I guess what I’m trying to say is this…Lucky and I are the best of friends probably BECAUSE I was so infatuated with him at one point...but the reason I was infatuated with him...

"Well my reason is over there," she whispered. Gesturing towards the corner where her husband stood chatting away with a friend. Upon the confusion on Elizabeth’s face, Emily continued. "Looking back, I see that Lucky was fate’s way of hooking me into the family…I never woulda met Nikolas if not for him."

Elizabeth smiled. "Nice trick."

Emily shrugged. "Yep…it sure was…It sure IS," she finished. Staring with pure love in her eye at Nikolas.

After a moment, Emily sighed and spoke again. "When I said before that he talked about you all the time…that wasn’t just some pleasantry I was throwing around…He really DOES talk about you all the time Elizabeth. And I gotta tell you, that after watching you two…I know that what you have is the honest to God – real thing."

Biting her lip, Elizabeth turned towards her. Could anyone see? People she didn’t even know? "How do you know that?"

Emily smiled softly and folded her arms. "Because I remember dancing with Lucky once…and he looked like he’d rather be eating a handful of poached snails…When I saw him dancing with you just now…………Not a snail in sight."

Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth closed her eyes and then opened them to the sight of flickering candles. A wave of them being brought out from the kitchen.

"You know…you’ve everything he said you were," she finished quietly to Emily. "Thank you so much for being here – even though you don’t know me. For being here simply because he asked."

Emily nodded. "Hey, I’m here for YOU. I figure it’s time I get to know the girl that God decided was for Lucky and not me," she smiled. "I figure since you’re in it for the long haul…we should probably get to know each other, huh?"

A smile was the only response Elizabeth could muster before a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday,’ began. Between the candlelight and his eyes…she got completely…lost.

~~~~~~~

Long smooth planes, followed by soft curves. Those were the directions and descriptions his hands memorized in the dark as they kissed each other senseless. Clothing having given way to lacy under things. Delicacies that he couldn’t see in the dark.

But he didn’t need to see to know he loved every inch of skin he touched. His body burned with the feel of her beneath the tangled sheets.

His lips had burned a bit as well, the first time her teeth had nibbled a bit too hard on his bottom lip, but this time he actually moaned in response.

"Hey…hey," he panted breathlessly. Clasping her face in his hands as she continued to kiss and smother. "Lucinda…unless…unless you’re gonna…gonna turn into a bat…"

Her hands got a bit more aggressive upon his shoulders and Wallace eased them away. Linking his fingers with hers as they kissed. Rolling her beneath him, and holding them to her sides.

In her haste and heat, she bit him once more and this time pulled back on her own at his obvious groan. Her breath hitched when she reached up to touch his lip. "Oh….oh God…I’m sorry…I…"

Her voice trailed away and without even being able to see her face, Wallace suddenly knew she was silently crying.

"Hey," he whispered. Reaching up to wipe at her tears, and hoping he wouldn’t poke her eyes out with his thumbs. "Lucinda? Babe…what’s – what’s wrong? It’s ok you know…if you’re into that kind of thing, I can learn. It’s not a problem –

He went silent when she wrapped her arms tightly around his midsection. Hanging on for dear life. "I’m sorry…can you just hold me? Please…I’m sorry…I just……Can you just hold me?"

Without thinking about it, Wallace rolled away and brought her with him. Hugging her to his chest as she lay her head in the center of it. Sniffling against tears. "Sure……yeah – of course."

~~~~~~~

The brownie cake had been delicious and had been devoured in no time flat. Afterwards the guests had started to leave and then the club owner himself had locked up and thrown Lucky the keys for when they finally decided to leave.

They’d danced for awhile. Caught up in each other’s movements and the way the music seemed just for them, echoing softly for the last two people on the floor.

But getting caught up was the exact reason they weren’t dancing anymore. Lucky having let his hands do a bit too much roaming as they’d moved so closely in tune with one another. Body pressed to body as they’d swayed together. Rhythm matching rhythm.

It reminded him too much of what making love to her would be like.

The odds of him holding out, with no one around to stop him from taking her right then and there had been slim. And thoughts and memories of things he didn’t want to think about – things that he associated with sex in a club – had finally wound up sating his desire.

She’d felt it, the sudden shift in his emotion. The sudden need he’d had to pull back, and she’d quickly suggested that they leave. But he hadn’t wanted to. He wanted a few more hours alone with her before they went back to the city and had to deal with work and friends and social obligations and all of those kinds of things again.

Just a couple more hours to have her to him self before things changed. Even though, if all went as planned, she’d never leave his side again.

So hours later, there they were in the back room – playing pool. Or TRYING to play pool.

It wasn’t quite as dangerous as dancing so close to one another, but they were both finding out that it had more sensual possibilities than they’d ever imagined.

Elizabeth giggled and leaned against the wooden stick in her arms. Feeling beyond tipsy now after one too many rum and cokes. She watched as Lucky banked another shot right in the corner pocket. Damn – he was good at everything.

Her head tilted to the side from behind…especially things that required him to bend over.

Another ball sank into the corner pocket and he turned towards her. Catching the grin on her face. "What?"

She shook her head and slowly toddled up to the side of the table. Leaning on it for support. Lucky caught her around the waist before she tripped over her own foot.

"Easy there," he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. He probably hadn’t meant the words to be seductive…but damn. He was so close, and he smelled so good…and looked so good…and sounded so………good.

He backed off as she picked up her stick and leaned forward. It wasn’t her turn, but Hell she was too cute to tell her so. She tried awkwardly to angle herself to take aim at the equally awkwardly placed striped ball.

"Elizabeth, you’re solids."

"Oh," she giggled. Changing positions. "Right."

No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t seem to remember which balls were hers and which were his. Giggling now at her own double meaning she maneuvered herself in front of the solid one at the far end of the table.

Lucky watched in silent amusement. "What are you laughing at?"

She giggled again. "Nothing."

Lucky licked his lips and followed her as she walked around the table to find her best point of attack. "You know, I might get offended if you keep laughing and giggling and not sharing the joke with me."

Glancing towards him, she bit her lip and batted her eyelashes at him as she finally took aim. Poising her fingers along the shaft of wood. She slid them up and then back down. He watched them and unconsciously licked his lips.

"Wouldn’t you like to know," she sighed shifting her hips and getting ready. The heavily chalked cue slid along the green cloth and Lucky grinned as he moved in behind her.

"Here, I’ll help you keep it steady," he said. Leaning in behind her.

A crooked grin pulled at one corner of Elizabeth’s mouth as she felt him settle in behind her. Felt his body press against hers. Slowly his fingers slid down her forearms, coming to rest along her wrists. One finger slid in smoothly in back of hers.

"Hold it like…this," he offered. Arranging her fingers so that they sat a bit more firmly, yet decidedly more relaxed against the stick.

"And then just let the stick do the work," he spoke into her right ear. Knowing that she’d probably gone silent for the exact same reason that he had. "And shoot," he finished. His hips punctuated the sentence as they bumped subtly into hers from behind.

‘Fuck,’ he thought. Biting down on his bottom lip. He remembered the way he’d wanted her when they’d played Road Fury at the arcade the other night…that was nothing compared to this.

Elizabeth tried to keep her eye on the ball as it sailed gently across the green plane and made it’s way towards the side pocket. She heard it click against the glossy surface of one of the balls already in the sack as it fell inside. Undoubtedly one of his since this was the first ball of hers that had actually made it inside.

"Oh," she sighed. Realizing that his grip on her arms hadn’t lessened. "That’s how you…that’s how you do it."

With his nose sliding along her silky tresses, strands that glowed with honey highlights under the soft light of the poolroom, he answered with a new thickness to his voice. A new thickness in various parts of his body…

"Yeah…that’s how."

When he silently removed the cue from her hands and set it aside, she said not a word. Only gasped slightly when that same hand slid around her waist and then down. Fingertips grazing the nylon that covered her lower thigh as they moved upon her leg, making her tingle something awful.

Suddenly, that hand of his was disappearing beneath the hem of the short black dress that she wore. Her breath caught in her throat and she rested her head against his strong shoulders as his hand continued to slide upwards. The other hand wrapped securely around her waist to keep her standing.

Her knees had already turned to jelly, so that was a good thing. They’d already turned to jelly and he hadn’t even touched her ye –

"Aah," she sighed breathily. Respiration hitching and then speeding up as his fingers slid between her thighs. Taking a trail-like journey through the apex of her thighs. Stoking the fire that already burned there through the nylons and lace panties that she wore.

The hardness of the pool stick that she’d just held was nothing compared to the stiff rod she felt press against her from behind now. Easing her closer to the table.

She hissed as he turned his head and sunk his teeth carefully into the skin of her neck. Chewing lightly as his fingers grew a bit greedier. Rubbing her now through the fabric that covered her. Yet didn’t cover her well enough for him not to know how wet she was. How much she wanted this…

"More," she groaned now between heavy breaths. Feeling his hips dip and then rise from behind. He held her securely about the waist with the other hand as he began to slowly, torturously grind into her. Setting a pace from behind.

Anxious, but too drunk to be coordinated, Elizabeth lifted her right leg. Trying and failing to prop her knee against the pool table now as he pressed her against it with a bit more fervor. Trying to give his hand more access to her sweltering core.

He whispered something she couldn’t understand and then slid his hand away from her and lifted her leg himself. Quickly driving himself beneath her so that his body propped hers only slightly up against the table. On it’s way back up her leg his hand pushed her skirt up over her hips and reveled in the sound she made when she whimpered and called his name.

"I’ve never wanted you like this," he nearly growled. Pumping his hips against hers from behind. Feeling her moist body penetrate through both pieces of cloth that surrounded her, and the outside fabric of his pants. The pants that set about rubbing his dick raw now. Agitating it to the point of pain as he ground into her.

Elizabeth’s mouth dropped open as her breath began to get faster and faster and the colors of the room, the fire that sparked in the fireplace in front of them blurred. She reached absently behind her, digging her fingertips into the luscious butt she’d been admiring earlier, and pressing him more firmly into her.

Losing his mind then he moved so close that he had to brace both of his hands on the table. Forcing her right leg up on top of it until her shin and knee lay atop the green felt. All those times in the apartment when he’d watched her stretch – seen how flexible she was – played through his mind.

She forced all of her weight onto her arms. As if holding her self up in a push-up position as he bared down from behind. The only part of him moving now, his lower body as his arms flanked hers on the table. The fingers of one hand wove through hers as he started to thrust into her a bit faster now.

Small gasps and grunts started to emanate from her throat. Sounds she didn’t know she was capable of making.

Lucky pressed his open mouth to her bare shoulders. Knocking one of her black spaghetti straps away from her flesh as his tongue licked and lapped at salty skin. One hand furiously flew backwards and attacked his belt as he continued to move against her.

His pants were down around his ankles in an instant and he used the hand that had been around her waist, to tug her back towards him. Pressing himself closer as he ground against her. Wet heat, radiated through 3 layers of fabric each of them too flimsy to block even the tiniest degree of temperature.

Elizabeth called out as his fingers slipped around her thigh and rubbed incessantly now, needing to bring her there so he could explode behind her. The rocking motion, propelled her into his fingers time and time again and she had to hold her breath. Tighten her muscles everywhere as it started to spread through her body. Tearing her apart, little by little.

The cloth on the table wasn’t thick enough to dig her fingers into and she reached behind her once more. Holding his flexing buttocks between her fingers

"Lucky…Lucky…" she panted as it got closer. As it ravaged through her at a pace she couldn’t fathom.

The hand that wasn’t busy slithered up her other side and dragged at the now sticky dress. Pulling down one loose left strap. He knew she hadn’t been able to wear a bra with it and quickly felt his way along tacky skin to squeeze the puckered nipple that ached for his touch.

One palm came back around to bang against the pool table in rapid succession as she came. "Lucky! Lucky! Lucky!"

She felt the slick hot, pressure of his tongue and mouth against her shoulder as he grunted from behind and came in even slicker, hotter torrents than she did, inside of his briefs and against her covered, yet saturated body.

Elizabeth reached for him from behind as she lay her head against the table. The upper half of her body and her leg still propped up by it. She could tell he didn’t want to fall against her, but she pulled anyway and he was too weak to fight gravity and the steady demand of her hands.

"Am I hurting…hurting you…" he panted, brushing his fingers along the curve of her hip and thigh on the table. Marveling at how she could have stayed in that position for so long…

"No…" she sighed. Easing her fingers along the arms that flanked either side of her head. "It feels good……so…so good…" she smiled tiredly. Her cheek pressed against the table.

The hand that had still been softly fondling and kneading her breast as he lay on top of her back picked then to squeeze her again and he smiled when she shook beneath him. Coming again at a mere touch.

She sounded as if she’d hyperventilate at any moment, so he kissed the crook of her neck and decided not to press his luck. Pulling his hand slowly away from her soft breast.

His tender kisses along her shoulders felt as good as his weight did. Such a nice contrast to the hardness that she’d felt so torridly pressed against her just moments before. How his body could go from state to state so quickly, she would never be able to understand.

"Happy Birthday Elizabeth…I love you," he mumbled into her shoulder.

Before he could ease away from her, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to the bare flesh that covered her rapidly beating heart. Then turned around finally to face him. She linked hands with him and laid both of their hands along his heart. Easing against his wet shirt.

She was sitting on the edge on the pool table now, with him standing between her legs, and she simply pulled him towards her for a deep kiss.

She may not have said the words, but Lucky’s heart knew what she meant. And for her to have felt that way, and have done THIS with him on today of all days…well…you couldn’t get much better than that.

And he couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present for the BOTH of them.

He kissed her back with a slow, building urgency and knew that he’d have to pull off his next surprise very quickly. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out much longer.

No, it was time he threw another party - the biggest party of them all…for just the two of them.