We've got the afternoon, you got this room for two
One thing I've left to do,
Discover me, discovering you

One mile to every inch of your skin, like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and your bubble gum tongue

And if you want love, we'll make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be awhile

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland - I'll use my hands
Your body is a wonderland

Somethin' bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow
You tell me where to go, though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it

You want love, we'll make it
Swim in a deep sea of blankets
Take all your big plans and break 'em
This is bound to be a awhile

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland - I'll use my hands
Your body is a wonderland

Damn baby...
You frustrate me
I know your mine, all mine, all mine...
But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland
I'll use my hands

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland - I'll use my hands...


Las Vegas, Nevada
Bellagio Hotel - The Honeymoon Suite


The moment he caught up with her on the landing of the second floor, his lips found hers. Attaching themselves and holding on for dear life as they began to stumble backwards into the bedroom.

Thankfully there was no door to bar them from entering without disengaging, because he couldn't have left her even if he'd wanted. She laughed into his mouth as his hands began to roam, and he fell just a little bit more in love at that very moment.

He didn't know how that could possible be - that he was more in love with her than he had been just seconds before, but he knew he couldn't get enough of her mouth. Of the way it moved against his - of the sweet taste of her tongue as it slid right next to his.

She was tentative, yet hungry as her hands sought him about the waist.Moving almost daintily, as if not knowing where to begin...Where to touch him first. She'd touched him before, but this...this time would be different.

And as the waning light of the sun filtered through the gauzy curtains on the window behind them, they both knew that it would be. Different,wonderful, sublime...

Lucky tried to tell himself that there was no rush. That they had all evening and he didn't have to hold her as if she'd run away or as if they'd be interrupted at any moment, but he couldn't seem to put the breaks on. Couldn't seem to bring down the rate of his already rapidly pulsating heart.

He wanted her. God, he wanted her like he never had before - and that was almost too much to bear. Just when you thought your body couldn't possibly withstand another click on the arousal scale - it did.

But some deep part of his brain did register that she moved more slowly than he did. That she seemed just a slight step behind. That the tentative sweepings of her fingertips were caused by some kind of hesitation, and he forced himself to pull his hands away from her face. To give her the space to breathe...to speak.

Breathless, he pulled back and lay his forehead against hers. Smoothing a few delicate strands of hair away from her temples. Short, feminine strands that had escaped the beautiful crown of baby's breath that held her hair back. Throughout the reception he'd fantasized about removing it. About seeing her curled hair fall about her bare shoulders in gleaming
cascades of chocolate.

His finger down the side of her flushed cheek and he found her eyes just as full as desire as he knew his to be. He closed his eyes and took it as a good sign.

But there was still a sense of trepidation, and he had to wait. Had to make sure everything was absolutely perfect for her. There was no other option tonight, aside from perfection.

Wanting to touch her face again, to kiss her again, he took both of her hands in his in lay them at his sides. Knowing if he held tight to some part of her that he could relax...take a breath. Just be with her without wanting to frantically ravish her.

"How are you?" Lucky asked gently. Finding his words in the middle of breath. "Are you - are you ok? What are you feeling?"

Breathless as well, Elizabeth closed her eyes and turned from him for just a moment. She'd never be able to concentrate, or to find the right words to describe her emotions if she gazed into the intense blue fire that became his eyes.

The mere action of her turn nearly drove Lucky insane. The intricate design of criss-cross lacing that swept across the v-pattern on her bare back, was enough to drive anyone to distraction. Let alone a man that had waited to have her for...God how long had it been? In actuality, not long...but it felt like an eternity.

He'd noticed the design at the reception...but seeing it now - alone in their room, and knowing that his eyes were the only ones on it...a new rush of his pulse began...

Lucky bit his bottom lip and moved towards her, wanting to touch it. To trace the satin laces with his finger, tickling her skin with the slight caress that a fingertip too wide to stay on the lacing would create. He wanted to feel her shiver at the contact and know that he'd been the one to elicit such a reaction.

He quickly reminded himself to anchor his hands to his sides, even though her hands were no longer in his. If she didn't want him to touch - he wouldn't.

When finally she turned back to him, he knew she still searched for the words and suddenly it struck him. The pressure that this must be...

"Elizabeth, it's ok. I mean, there's - there's absolutely no law that says we have to -

"No," she interrupted then. Quickly closing the space between them with a hand at his chest. She could feel his heart. Feel how much he held back, and she fell in love with him all over again that very instant. Closing her eyes, she let it run through her...calm her.

When she opened them, she spoke again. "No...Lucky, I want you...God, I think I've wanted you from the very first time you brought me to this hotel and wanted nothing more than to give me a place to stay...a place to be safe - even if only for one night."

"I wanted you safe for more than just one night," he corrected softly. "I was just afraid that one night was all you'd ever give me."

At his words, she touched his face. Her palm caressing his right cheek. "I want to give you everything."

Lucky kissed the pad of her thumb nearest his lips and closed his eyes."We'll give each OTHER everything," he sighed. Opening his eyes, he found hers again and took a deep breath. "I'm nervous too Elizabeth."

She swallowed hard and he grinned a little as he continued. "It's ok to say it - you know?...I understand it."

Elizabeth looked down at their now interlocked hands at his sides. Gazing at their wedding bands.

She was his wife...by God, she was his wife.

She wasn't completely certain that she'd ever truly believe it. Friends and family had kept asking to see her wedding band during the reception, and she'd shown it as if it were just another piece of wonderful jewelry that Lucky had gotten her.

Even as she gazed down at it now it didn't seem real...HE still didn't seem real at times.

But when she looked into those stunningly gorgeous eyes and looked at him - looking at her...she knew that it was.

"What could you possibly have to be nervous about?" She asked sheepishly.

Instead of tilting her chin upwards, he bent at the knees and spoke not until he found her eyes again. A grin tugged at both corners of his mouth.

"How about the almost insane NEED I have to make this perfect?...I mean seriously Elizabeth...this just might be the ultimate in performance anxiety. I mean this might be it," He joked then. Waiting for the smile he loved to erupt on her face. "I'm glad you're happy with the room, because that could quite possibly be all your getting...a great view, a really cool bathtub and more than 100 cable channels -

She laughed then and reached up to cover his perfect mouth with her hand. "Lucky," she sighed. "You have nothing to worry about...I'm gonna love it."

His smile dissipated and he gazed at her with re-stoked passion as she pulled her hand away. The flame that never completely went out flickered brightly in his gut.

The sun's last rays of light penetrated the huge window behind her and made her glow from head to toe. She truly was his fairy princess and by this evening's end she'd believe it.

He took her words and changed them a bit, touching her face once more. "I'm gonna love US...starting right now," he finished on a whisper.

Elizabeth bit her lip then. Watching as he moved ever so slowly behind her. Feeling as his mouth made the first sweep across her skin. His hands drifted across her shoulders and he bent to press his lips to the base of her neck. The loving caress brought more pleasure than she ever believed a kiss could.

His breath was hot against the flesh of her upper back and shoulders as he mumbled to her.

"Let's not rush one....single....second of time together tonight.........let's not take one single...centimeter of skin...for granted."

He whispered the words as he kissed her. Kissing her everywhere the dress allowed him to. From the back and top of her creamy shoulders, to the large expanse of skin beneath the binding laces of the corset-like top...kissing her between each line. He inhaled the sweet floral scent of her hair as he moved back up to her neck. She smelled of the sweetest garden.

Images of the past slowly clouded Elizabeth's mind. Not the images of terror that had plagued her so many times since she was a girl, but images of beauty. Images of what it had been like that night only a few months back in Mt. Charleston. The night she'd run back to her hotel room because a few simple words...words she'd loathed at the time, but now cherished.

She remembered how it all began...

"Are you for REAL Elizabeth!? You think I flew thousands of miles in the middle of the night to come have SEX with you!? Get over yourself! I came back because I love you!"

His words made her giggle now and the halted Lucky's mouth behind her.

"What's so funny, huh?" he whispered. His breathe warm on the crook of her neck. She tilted her head to give him more access. Wanting him to kiss her until she simply couldn't take it anymore. Kiss her the way he had then.

"I was just thinking back to a time...sorta like this one."

Lucky's hands eased up her arms. Sliding over the slight ruffle at her elbows and then back up to her bare shoulders.

She leaned back into him and let her head roll against his shoulder as his hands wrapped tightly around her middle. As he bent to lick at that delicious shoulder of hers. Trying as he did so, not to ogle her breasts from this vantage-point. But the corset style dress pushed them forcefully towards him - made them hard to miss...and he was only a man.

Only a man that wanted to touch her everywhere and take everything she possibly had to give...and then some.

He knew she'd made a comment just seconds before, said something that he should probably pay attention to, but he was lost in the smoothness of her skin. The curves of her body.

His voice sounded tight and foreign when he spoke. "What time...what time would that be?"

"That night," Elizabeth sighed. A knowing grin pulled at her. She knew she was driving him crazy, and some wicked part of her enjoyed it. "At Walter and Jillian's Inn..."

His own words came back to him and he felt like socking himself yet again. Unable to believe what he'd said to her...'Get over yourself...I'm in love with you - smooooooooth Spencer. Real smooth.'

"Oh...so you're remember the bumbling idiot that I was then? Try not to think about that..." he said hoarsely. His hands once again took a journey. Easing around her waist and then smoothing upwards. Over her stomach and then over the swell of the breasts that literally made his mouth water.

In all their months living together he'd never really gotten a full view of Elizabeth Webber in the flesh. Even with all the times they'd touched, she'd always been partially covered from his view. The anticipation of finally seeing her was just as great as finally finding himself inside her. His eyes wanted to feast just as much as his body did.

Her voice was a mere whisper when she responded. Her breath having grown thready as his hands explored her through the guarding fabric of her dress. "You weren't...you weren't bum-bumbling at all...

"Just an idiot?" He asked with a grin. Smiling wider at the catch in her throat as his fingers slipped along the edge of her low neckline. Feeling their way from side to side.

"No," she sighed. "You - you found me in my room and...you kissed me...you kissed me just like you are now," she nearly squealed at the closing of his mouth on her neck. At the heat it created. Her brain turned to mush as she remembered.

***
His lips were on her face. They were everywhere but on her lips at first.

Cheeks, nose, chin, forehead... She reached for him, and wove her fingers throughout his hair. Bringing him closer as he began to caress her lips.The sensation was not so much like a kiss, as it was like a fluttering of butterfly wings against the skin.

She bit down on her bottom lip. It was like he just wanted to feel her. His hands combed gently through the strands of her hair as his face still hovered over hers. Inhaling her scent...Wild flowers and honey.

Elizabeth pushed back slightly, her eyes heavy with intoxication. Lucky held his breath as she wrapped her fingers beneath the waistline of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head in one motion.

Thankfully she wore a tank top underneath it. A white, no frills, cotton tank that was as sexy as hell, and as far away from Stephanie's 'camisoles' as you could get.

Lucky licked his lips. His mouth suddenly, completely parched. He bent to press his lips to the warm, supple flesh of her shoulder. His shaking fingers holding her flimsy strap in place as he did so. For he knew she wore nothing beneath the tank...and if the strap fell - so would be the end of him.

His mind wandered, and reveled in her skin...

So incredibly soft.

When her hair swept over the side of his face it felt like silk. Her skin already the texture of satin. Never in his life had he kissed anyone so tender or warm, and he wanted to kiss her all over.

Wanted to do more than kiss...

Elizabeth's head rolled to the side as his lips traveled from shoulder to neck and back again. She moaned, waiting for him to remove the cotton barrier between them. But he simply shifted his weight and moved on to her next arm. Kissing her down to her elbow and then back up again. Her entire body shivered as he pushed her hair out of the way with his chin.

His eyes traveled dangerously over the sweet swells of her breasts beneath the shirt, and he kissed her naked collarbone slowly. Inhaling her euphoric scent once more before forcing himself to collect his thoughts.

"Elizabeth," he whispered. His lips slowing to a complete halt."Elizabeth...let's - I think now would be a good time to stop."

She stared longingly at him as he pushed himself back. Far enough away that his mouth couldn't reach her. That her hands couldn't touch.

Lucky swallowed hard as the moonlight shown in through the side window. Casting her now smoky blue eyes in shadow. "You are so beautiful."

Elizabeth fidgeted against the comforter at the compliment. "You don't...you don't want to...finish?"

Biting his lip, he let out a puff of air through his nose. She just didn't get it...'Not yet,' he thought silently. 'But she will.'

"Like I said before Elizabeth," he panted. "I haven't earned that right."

Swallowing hard, she sat on her knees. "When do you think you will?"

He paused for a moment, staring into her eyes. "You'll let me know."

***

Elizabeth's bones turned to jelly as his kiss ignited something inside of her that was even more earth shattering than it had been that night. His mouth covered her skin now at a faster rate. His hands no longer timid, as they smoothed along in their journey over her bodice, but clenched at her as well. Tugging at her, wanting her...telling her so.

He found various places to linger before moving on to the next, showing her that she was exquisite and that he desired her as a husband desired his wife.

Her knees finally gave out and Lucky cradled her around the waist as they slowly eased to the carpet beneath them. When she sat in front of him, her gown pooled around her in a puddle of white brocade. His hands smoothed beneath it. Traveling up her thighs and causing her breath to catch. Elizabeth leaned back into him once more as he mouthed the skin of her neck.

"Lucky," she panted then. Her head swimming. Her body starved as her heart pounded. Lucky's hands slipped out of her dress and back up the bodice.Cupping her during his exploration.

"Yes...Love," he groaned against her shoulder. Drowning in her scent. His hands and body grew more restless with each passing second. The air grew thinner.

"You've earned the right."

Her words were like an echo, yet he pulled away to gaze into her eyes. To smile at her like the cat who was just about to eat a beautiful, tasty canary.

She turned to him and eased her hands down his chest. Pressing her mouth to his ear and taking his earlobe between her teeth. Her clothes had to come off soon. He had to take them off...she had to have him now.

Lucky shifted her closer and swept her up into both arms at that very moment. Breathing hard as he moved towards the bed. "A privilege Elizabeth...a privilege."

She was kneeling on the huge, rounded bed before she could even force her eyes to focus. To brand these memories into her head for all time. Everything was so blurry. So hazy with love and lust that she couldn't see straight.

Elizabeth panted as she reached for him. Pulling her towards him. Yanking at the high collar that concealed his beautiful neck. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons and she laughed at her own recklessness. Her own eagerness to see him...finally, every bit of him.

The personification of beauty.

Lucky licked his lips and slid his hands just under her rear, bringing her closer. Tighter against him. The dress was now in the way. It was beautiful, but he couldn't feel everything he wanted to, and he was very close to ripping it off with his teeth.

He had to feel her. Had to touch her soon or he'd die.

Her hands worked his buttons open as his mouth found her face. Cheeks, nose, temples, ears...every little bit of skin he could taste - he would.

"Make love to me Lucky," she panted. "Make love to me...right here and right now...please...please"

If the first 'please,' stole his breath, the second one loosened his already wobbly grip on sanity. He nearly came in his pants...nearly. Lucky closed his eyes to get his bearings as her hands slid inside his jacket.

"No need to beg Elizabeth," he growled. His tongue swept into her mouth at the same time.

She fought the temptation to yield. Wanting to see him, touch him, take the rest of his clothes off...but wanting him to simply take her - all of her. Her mind asked her to reach out, but she couldn't. All she could do was listen to him breathe and listen as he whispered things to her.

Things she couldn't fully make out. Maybe because she couldn't hear him, maybe because she couldn't fully understand them yet.

There was, however, a faint command from him to turn around...or at least she thought there had been. So she did it. Presenting him with a view of her back once more.

The lacing that bound her inside the gown tied at the bottom. That much he'd gathered during his earlier inspection. But how his shaking fingers would manage it, was another feat all together. She whimpered when he gave it a tug, and he quickly looked up with wide eyes.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No...just hurry," she panted. Reaching behind to help him.

Grinning, he playfully swatted her hands away. "Please allow me, miss."

"That's Mrs. to you," she bantered lightly. Groaning as he bit tenderly at her neck.

Lucky sighed. Everything about this woman - his wife - turned him on."Your damn right it is."

Elizabeth sighed wantonly as he finally worked the knot open and began unlacing. Whipping the lacing haphazardly through the holes. Funny how much more delicately his mother had laced her into it. There was a humorous kind of irony there somewhere. 

"And here I was thinking I'd picked the right one," Elizabeth noted.

"What do you mean?" He panted. Finally moving up towards the final constraint. The damn thing was taking forever.

In actuality, of course it had only been seconds...but...He shook his head. Never having felt anything as incredible as wanting this woman. Desiring every part of her being.

"Well," Elizabeth sighed. Fidgeting on her knees. "The gowns were all so beautiful...so I had to go with practicality. I picked this one..." she added breathlessly. "Because it seemed the easiest to get off....but I guess I picked wrong."

Our incredibly right.

She jolted forward when the dress fell open behind her and Lucky's mouth pressed to the center of her spine.

"No Elizabeth......it's definitely - definitely the RIGHT one," he managed. Lost now in his surrender to her body. His words slurred like that of a drunken man.

When his hands slid inside the back of her dress and up to her shoulders, pushing it away each of them seemed to hold their breaths. She waited...Waited for him to turn her around...but he didn't.

Not yet.

He kissed her shoulders first. Keeping his eyes closed. Letting his mouth explore her a bit more. More to taste before he fully indulged himself.

Elizabeth felt him retreat a moment later and she shut her eyes and waited. Listening to him as he rustled out of the white t-shirt that he'd worn under his coat. When the rustling sounds stopped she took in another breath.

His hands reached around her and he pushed the fabric that covered her out of the way. Her body completely bare now from the waist up...as she knew he was behind her.

Lucky reached out to touch her with one fingertip, trailing it along her back in a slow methodical pattern. A few moments passed before she understood what he was doing, and she quietly smiled to herself and murmured the words as well.

"I love you too Lucky."

His verbal request was barely audible as he spoke against the skin of her spine. "Elizabeth...may I look at you?"

She turned for him then...slowly. Sitting before him as she never had before. Feeling more alive and more vulnerable than she ever had been - both at once.

Men had seen her before. Many men...and it had never once made her nervous. But none had ever REALLY looked. Not the way he looked now.

His gaze swept over her. Her husband's gaze...and it made her flush. She hadn't even fully disrobed yet and she was turning red.

Perhaps it was due to the way he looked, the way he drank her in as if she were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Lucky stared for long moments. Knowing it was probably a bit rude...probably a bit distasteful to look as long as he did. But he couldn't help himself. His eyes swept over her in a slow, lingering succession of shifting glances.

Swallowing, he found his voice somewhere in between the rhythm of his rapid inhalations.

"Y - you're more...you're more perfect than I even imagined."

Elizabeth had to bite down on her lip to keep from crying when it trembled instantly. How was it that he always knew the exact thing to say? Just when she thought he couldn't get any sweeter, any more wonderful...he did.

Her heart ached for him. Her body...longed.

"Touch me Lucky...would you - will you touch -

Before the request even left her mouth again, there was his hand. His knuckles gently smoothing across one breast. She nearly buckled from the waist at that first caress, her nipple rising to full bloom. She moaned in near pain when he did it again. The touch so light...so excruciatingly light that it made every nerve ache.

Lucky opened his hand the next time. Trailing the backs of his fingers along her ripe bud. Letting it slip through his fingers. He leaned forward, catching it between his lips.

She'd never come so close to dying in her life. Her hands reached for the bedcovers beneath her as she cried out, and though busy - Lucky redirected her hands. Placing them on his shoulders as he bent before her. Taking her, claiming her flesh.

Elizabeth whimpered aloud. Unable to do anything but look towards the sky as she clung to the last remnants of sanity. His licking and suckling like that of a deer quenching at a cool spring.

But she was hot. So hot that even the skirt of the dress she wore now was too much material around her. Even the spacious suite did not provide enough air.

He used his hand to mold her against his mouth. Tugging her closer...deeper.

Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders and a small voice in her head that still maintained a bit of clarity told her to reciprocate in some tiny way...to bend to his shoulder...kiss, love, stroke with her tongue...nibble with her teeth.

But he felt so good against her that she wanted to cry. That she couldn't think straight. When suddenly she felt him leave her, she nearly started to bawl. But the panic that rose in her, disappeared before it took full effect. His mouth closed around her other nipple, and banished her alarm.

She was trapped. Trapped in a sensation that felt so good that she wanted to curl up and die right there in his arms and the desire to touch him. To make him feel just a fraction as good as he made her feel.

With one hand she tried to release him from his pants. His head attached to her breast in a way that made it impossible to reach below and use her other hand as well to help.

He took and took, yet gave back so incredibly all at once...and she'd never felt anything like it.

Lucky feasted on the sweet honey of her skin, even as she struggled with his belt. The special, period style pants he wore a bit more complicated than your average variety slacks.

He knew he had to help her if he ever hoped to get out of them, but he couldn't tear himself away from her flesh. The more he tasted, the more he wanted. He tried to ease up at the sensation of her grip tightening on his shoulders. It could have been uncomfortable...he could have been hurting her.

Lucky gasped for breath when he pulled back. Capturing her mouth then. She trembled everywhere.

"Are you ok?" He gasped. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry...I'll go slower, I just -

"NO," she commanded quickly. Breaking away from his kiss in a near fury to concentrate on unfastening his pants. "I don't want you to stop...I need you now...I need you..."

He tried for her mouth again, but she wouldn't let him. Dodging his lips as her hands finally found the button on the inside of the waist that she had to unfasten first. Lucky gulped dryly and leaned back. Forcing his hands down on the bed even as he watched her before him. The twilight flickered like candlelight against her skin.

Suddenly he longed to see her hair down. He reached for her as she worked her hands inside his pants to push them down.

It was such a beautiful, intricate design that he didn't want to just recklessly search for the pins that held it together, but he had to. His fingers reached for the top of her head first, and thankfully brushed across a small bobby pin. He pulled it out and a few tendrils fell, but not enough. He wanted all of it...wanted to run his fingers through it...drown in it.

"In the back," she panted. Leading one of his hands as her other one pushed at his waistband. He briefly lifted his hips to aid her and then set about removing the rest of the pins from her hair.

He sat back on his haunches as the ringlets descended to her shoulders.The small white flowers that crowned her head made him think about laying her down against the pillow. Making love to her while she wore flowers in her hair...

Beautiful.

"You -

His words got lost somewhere amidst the distraction that her hands created around his throbbing need. Her fist suddenly, closing around him.

Lucky looked down and placed his lips to the top of her head as she gazed at him in wonder. Petting him with a tempered touch. Stroking as Lucky's breath sped up.

He remembered the first time she'd touched him. The time they'd sat in the living room and she'd smoothed her hands across him like he were made of glass. Some precious material that needed to be protected. Cherished.

She touched him in the same way now, and it forced his eyes closed. Forced him to seek out her lips once more. He tilted her head up and smothered her. His brow creasing as she continued to caress. Fisting him. Slowly, shifting her hand back and forth, down and up along his long shaft.

His hands traveled from her face, down her neck, across the narrow span of her shoulders, and down her arms. The sides of his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts as they traveled lower. When they met the flesh of the skirt that hung on her, they quickly pulled at the hem. Tugging it higher until it was at her thighs, until his hands could slip beneath it and spread her.

She shivered with an overwhelming wave of heat at the first touch and his kiss intensified beyond reason and knowing. She couldn't breathe, but couldn't stop to take in any air. Maybe she would die just like this...die from the sheer amount of pleasure that he brought her.

Though his finger played her body excellently through the wet satin panties that covered her, she panted the word 'off.' Needing not another moment to think about it.

"Please."

She said the word again and he buried his head in the crook of her neck. Branding her their with his mouth. He tried to be gentle, but his fingers snagged roughly at the waistband of her panties. Pulling them down her hips as she lifted herself to her knees. When they were down her thighs and pooling at her knees, she tried to straighten her legs so he could take them all the way off, but he wouldn't let her go. His arms circled her waist and his face moved to her chest. His face between her breasts as he embraced her. His hands wrapped around her lower back, underneath her skirt.

Elizabeth gasped at the feel of him so close. Not letting her go. She bent to kiss his forehead. The top of his head. Holding him as he started to suckle her once more.

"Lucky," she panted. Wanting everything at once. She wanted his mouth on her, wanted his hands, wanted his body inside of hers. She wanted it all at once and she wanted it now.

No more waiting. No more.

With both hands she forced him away from her chest and reclaimed his mouth with her own. Forcing her tongue inside, forcing him down to a lying position on the bed. She straddled his hips and watched his eyes roll back as she left his mouth.

Kissing his chin... his throat. She felt his Adam's apple bob in response and moved lower. Down to the hollow created by the center of his collar bone and then down his chest.

Lower and lower.

Lucky cried out as her lips brushed chastely over the tip of his erection. He panted and reached for her desperately, but she alluded his touch. Reaching behind her for the clasp on her skirt as she rose before him.

He watched her, though nearly blinded by his own consuming desire. His head hung precariously close to the foot of the bed and he watched her body move in the fading shafts of light. Watching in a near daze as her skirt fell away from her and she was finally rendered naked before him.

Completely naked. Completely his.

Before he had a chance to react - to touch - she bent before him again. Her hair falling around her face. The only view he had, was of the baby's breath that crowned her head as she took him inside her mouth

His hips reared up, and Elizabeth took full advantage of the reaction. Pulling his pants and underwear down to his thighs as she held him in her mouth. She heard him groan and pulled back then, to tug the final constraints from his legs.

Lucky clasped her about the arms on her way back up to meet him. Unable to control him self as he sat up. Pulling her body against his as his tongue slid inside her mouth.

Her skin felt so good against his...So good he could scarcely stand to be on the outside for any longer. He had to be inside her. His next breath felt so tight in his chest that he knew he'd die if he didn't have her soon. But when he opened his eyes, Lucky realized all the things he'd forgotten. All the little things he had left to do...

The bed hadn't been turned back...and his wallet lay in his pants, now thrown haphazardly across the chair in the corner....

But her kisses were beyond frantic now and he couldn't stop, could barely get the words out around her affectionate attack. "Elizabeth we have...we have to stop...for just a sec-

She smothered the rest of his statement. "No......the pill...a m- a month ago," she panted. Holding his face. Kissing him into delirium.

Though her words were oddly spaced and some were missing, he understood her declaration through their kisses. Their mouths quickly sped towards the ridiculous then. So fevered in pitch that neither one of them would be able to keep the pace up. Neither one of them wanted to.

There were other things to do.

Lucky slid a hand along her bare thigh and then the other. Hoisting her up until suddenly her legs drew up around his waist. He captured her head in his hands then and bent at the waist. Laying her down beneath him against the pillow.

He didn't want to turn down the bed. He wanted to see every inch of her as they made love this first time. Wanted to know what her skin looked like in the heat of passion, what it tasted like beaded with a sheen of sweat.

He wanted everything, and he'd give everything.

If she got cold without the blankets, Lucky thought. Then he wasn't doing his job anyway.

Clasping the backs of her knees that locked around him, Lucky loosened them and pushed them gently to the sides. Watching as she opened for him. The flower between her legs, blooming pink and moist. He inhaled and restrained himself, moving lower first. Pressing his lips to the inside of one knee.

He felt Elizabeth's foot slide against his shoulder as he moved closer. Kissing her thigh, higher and higher until he got there. Her delicate skin quivered at his touch, until finally he arrived at the place she so desperately yearned for him to be.

At the first swipe of his tongue, her thighs wanted to close. Wanted to protect her from a sensation that would surely be too intense to bear. That would kill her from its terrible amount of torturous pleasure.

She'd never felt his mouth on her quite like this. This close or this natural.

Just a few days ago now, there'd been the experience on the kitchen countertop, but even then she'd been wearing her panties. Feeling the wetness of his tongue on her bare skin now...it brought tears to her eyes,and she shut them to try and lock the sensation in.

Elizabeth moaned aloud, gripping at his shorn locks. Slowly shaking her head against the pillow that lay underneath her. With one hand she reached backward to dig her fingers into the soft material. But there was no escaping it. No amount of holding on, prepared her for the orgasm that quickly overtook her.

Lucky thrust his tongue inside her and her hips rose just as his had moments ago.

"Lucky!...Please...please...please..."

She didn't quite know what she was pleading for...begging for. Surely this had to be the pinnacle of all pleasure. There couldn't be anything more he could do. This had to be it. The grandest of all orgasms. The best loving there was available to her.

Lucky tried holding her still at the spasm rippled through her slowly and then furiously. Gripping her dancers legs as her feet pressed against his shoulders, but it wasn't easy. She writhed beneath him like someone caught in another dimension. One that consisted only of sensation and desire.

Messaging her thighs, he continued to lap at her even as she came down. Listening as her breath caught over and over. The sweet taste of her nectar too much to let go, just yet.

Finally, after moments of petting, Lucky pulled back. Fearing that she'd become completely spent before he even had a chance to slip inside her. It may have been a selfish thought, but as she lay there with eyes barely open and panting for him, he wanted nothing more than to plunge inside...lose himself in her depths. 

Sliding his fingers along her silken calves, he slowly brushed his hard length through her moist curls. Taking just a few more seconds to allow her to calm down, even when his heart beat like it'd jump right out of his chest. 

His hands smoothed over her hips in comfort and he placed his head against the side of hers. Whispering things that she couldn't hear for the rushing of her own pulse.

He waited for a sign from her hands. Waited for her caress, for her quiet voice to emerge...wanting him....

Lucky shut his eyes tightly when her small hands finally eased up his back and tried pressing him down on her again.

Elizabeth fingers tensed on his shoulders and she shut her eyes as well. No longer able to speak or conjure a lucid thought. All she knew was that on some basic primal level, her body needed his. 

When she felt the first centimeter of his body penetrate hers, her eyes and mouth both dropped open. Yet she held her breath as he slid further inside her. Moved closer to her than they'd ever been.

Lucky stilled and gazed down at her as his brow creased. He waited for her inner walls to open a bit more. Waited for her muscles to relax just a bit and accept him further, praying that she would.

His sigh was audible as his prayers were answered.

Warm and wet, she held him like the sweetest velvet glove and her eyes seemed to grow even bluer by the second. He kissed her cheek, wanting only to please her. Show her what loving was always meant to be.

Gentle, soft....raw, all consuming.

He didn't move within her at first. He simply kissed her again. This time on the mouth. She opened to him and he made love to her that way first. His tongue mimicking the actions that his lower body wanted to take. She felt him shudder within her and slid her hands soothingly up his smooth back.

For as long as she lived she would never forget this moment. A moment that hinged on satisfaction. There was no pain and no sadness. The only thing that lived in this moment was the promise of something wonderful and untainted.

He felt so good inside her, that she had no words to describe it. But she knew right then and there that he'd been right. That he was made for her, and she for him.

It didn't feel as if their bodies had simply joined...but their hearts - their souls. All of it seemed to come together as one in one spectacular melding of two.

Lucky left her lips and held her face tenderly. He managed gentle words even around the lump in his throat. Knowing that hers held the same lump.

"How do you feel?" He asked. Everything inside of him holding back from doing what it had been designed to do.

She sighed against him and wrapped her arms more tightly around him. "I feel like I've waited all my life to find you...to find...this...and I'm never gonna let you go."

He lost his battle with control then, and slowly moved within her for the first time ever. One hand beneath her head as he stroked evenly. "Don't...don't ever let me go Elizabeth."

Her breath hitched as he grew closer still to her body. Rubbing against her...rebuilding the need that he'd met with his mouth just moments before.

Elizabeth lost herself in the rhythm of his hips and pressed her fingertips into his already glistening shoulders as her lifted to meet his.

Never in her life had she wanted this...and now...now she couldn't imagine ever not having known that it could be like this. That you could welcome every inch of someone inside your body and still have it not be enough...still thirst for more of them.

Lucky felt her lift her hips to his and silently thanked the good Lord above as he quickened the tempo just a bit. Matching his body's needs to that of his heart as it pumped wildly.

He heard her whimper his name. Heard her whimper that she loved him and he drowned. The words had been like an elusive dream to him, and now she said them as he buried himself within her.

The hand that had been gently resting at her hip slid down to her knee and pushed at it. Easing it up to his hip.

She brought her other leg up as well and each of them sighed as he slid farther inside her receptive body. She felt every ridge of his flesh slide through her already quivering walls.

Moving closer, his thighs slid just under her bottom to help steady her. Both of his hands beneath her head as he loved her. Kissing her as he stroked in and then out...just to ease back inside a moment later.

His moist chest slid against hers and he closed his eyes at the feel of her around him - against him. Filling him with everything he'd always wanted and dreamed of.

If he'd been crazy to invite someone he knew nothing of to live with him - if he'd been crazy to ask her to be his wife - if he was crazy to love her now...Then color him insane.

He'd welcome the padded cell just as soon as he was finished here, because this...this had to be the most logical thing he'd ever done. Making love with her felt like the best thing that had ever been.

It made more sense than breathing.

Not that he knew anything about breathing anymore as she moved against him. As she used every bit of dancer's strength in her tight little body to tense around him, sending him closer and closer to that inevitable edge.

He wanted to make this last. Wanted to make this first time a festival of loving, but he knew he couldn't. Not with how good she felt...not with how long they'd waited to have one another.

He was about to come. And he knew it'd be hard and fast. That it would suck him dry for a spell.

But he made a silent vow that it wouldn't be for long. Lucky didn't plan on allowing either one of them any sleep tonight. They could sleep on the jet tomorrow as they flew to their next honeymoon destination...or not.

Lucky couldn't imagine ever really needing regular things like sleep or food or shelter ever again. The only shelter he needed was right here inside of her.

He felt extremely at home already.

At home, and invincible suddenly. He felt like Superman...and here was his Wonder Woman. She'd made him want to be everything he could be...and right then - right then he felt like he was. Like nothing could stop him. Nothing could stop THEM as long as they were together.

"I love you," he sighed against her ear. "I love you so much..."

Elizabeth groaned and held her breath. Remembering then what he'd told her the very first time he'd brought her anywhere close to this place of ecstasy inside her. 'Let go Elizabeth...just let go.'

It was coming and she had to...SHE was coming.

"Oh God...oh God, I love you too...I love you...oh God..."

Lucky bit down hard on his lip and tried to concentrate. Using every bit of will power he had to allow her to detonate first. He waited for it, willed it as he moved deliberately against her...rubbing, grinding. Sighing every time her grip tightened on his arms.

She shuttered and he knew it was at hand, but still he waited...waited to come at exactly the same moment or after...but not before.

Her nails bit into his skin almost painfully, but he relished even that as he rode her. Rocking her into the comforter beneath them. The skin at the back of her neck felt damp and he knew the pillow was too as he came close to loosing it. To giving in to the fire that threatened to eat him alive.

He panted her name as he drove into her one last time before sheconstricted around him like a vise. Her body squeezed at him in such a massive convulsion that he no longer had any choice but to come as well.To come right then and there without any control or restraint...just wild abandon.

They held on to each other as each of them pitched forward towards one another. Clenching at each other as it overtook every sense that they had. Sight, sound, smell, taste, and hearing all seemed to come together as one super sense that heightened to a point of fever and irrationality.

Clarity like the light on the tunnel towards heaven enveloped them both for what felt like an eternity, but in actuality was only one split-second of time. It swept over them with the roaring of a wave and then it was gone just as quick. Leaving only ripples in its wake.

Ripples that left them breathless and spent...

Lucky tried to fight the fatigue that swelled around him almost instantly. Pushing up on his arms in an effort to get up. In an effort not to crush her equally tired body, but she wouldn't allow it. Instead she tightened her hands around each wet bicep and pulled him closer.

"Elizabeth," he panted. Pushing up on the comforter. "Come on Sweetie...I'm too heavy...I'll just...I'll just lie beside -

"No," she whispered. Interrupting him as she tugged at him again. "I want you to stay right where you are...I told you remember," she added. Kissing his shoulder. "I'm never - never letting you go."

Lucky smiled and lay his head against her chest. Not knowing where she still found the strength to tighten around his semi-flaccid body. "And you meant that literally huh?"

"Totally," she whispered. Combing her fingers through his hair. The gesture was so tender that he kissed the delicate skin of her chest.

He looked up at her and she saw more love in his eyes than she ever had before. She hadn't thought it was possible, to feel more...to feel like THIS...but it was, and it was too much. She was overflowing.

Elizabeth bit down on her lip as tears filled her eyes.

"Hey," he whispered. Shifting just a bit to touch her face. "Elizabeth..."

Lucky gazed at her for a long moment, and didn't have to ask why she was crying as he brushed at those first tears with his thumbs. But as they continued to come, he simply let them. Knowing they were needed, and long overdue as he rest his head against her chest. He simply wound his arms around her waist and waited.

He didn't have to ask her anything. He already knew. Everything that had happened to her in this lifetime had suddenly moved aside and there was only...this.

Only beauty, wonder and a profound love. All of it vigorously hit her at once.

Lucky closed his eyes and promised that this feeling was the one that she'd carry for the rest of her life. That from here on out her heart would have to get used to such emotions. Because things would never go back to the way they'd been before they'd met.

This was forever.

"For the rest of our lives Elizabeth......for the rest of our lives."