Elizabeth laughed turned towards him as he wrapped one arm around her from behind. He’d finally caught up with her after her sprint down the white washed steps leading from their small home along the cliffs, to the black sand beach just down the hillside.

He purred into her neck and she squirmed. Getting away was the only way she was going to see the beach. And though a part of her knew it was crazy to want to see anything besides the landscape of his own body, it wasn’t everyday a girl got to Greece.

She stopped for a moment, and took a deep breath as the view appeared like a mirage before her eyes. It was far more breathtaking than the brochure he’d shown her on the plane. One of the 5 stops, he’d held out to her and asked her so casually to ‘choose,’ which would be their first stop.

The feel of his arms wrapped around her was enough to make anyone’s heart stop, add that to the view and she was certain that she’d go into some kind of cardiac arrest in seconds.

Lucky eased his hands more tightly around her abdomen and inhaled the scent of her hair. As far as he knew she hadn’t changed her shampoo since they’d been married, but she seemed to smell even better than she ever had.

And the feel of her short cover-up beneath his hands…linen, soft and free. It already excited him more than it should have after they’d just gone a round inside. But the Greek sunlight shown down around her head like a halo and he wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through it…then run them along the rest of her until she was calling his name like she had been earlier.

When she turned around to face him, his breath caught.

"What?" She asked. Biting down on her lip as he moved towards her once more. He never strayed too far away. His hands were always near…ready.

Lucky shook his head lightly as his fingertips met hers. He lightly played with them as he narrowed the space that separated them. "Nothing…I was just about to ask you the same thing though."

Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder at the Aegean Sea. It was the most brilliant shade of blue she’d ever seen…next to his eyes. Turning back to him, she sighed and shrugged. There were no words. Just like she’d never been able to describe the blue seas in his face.

"I don’t really know what to say…beautiful doesn’t quite seem to cover it."

"Now you know how I feel every time I look at you."

The crooked grin that pulled at her mouth was quickly covered by his own. She felt herself being steered back to the house, as he kissed her. It was only just a few feet away.

Giggling she broke from his embrace. "No, no, no…we have to get out."

"Who says?" He mumbled, capturing her mouth again. "I don’t think that’s a Honeymoon requirement, Mrs. Spencer."

Pulling back, she smiled widely at him as he slithered closer. "Mr. Spencer if I didn’t know better I’d say all you want is to get laid."

"Hmm…you sure you know me as well as you think then?" His grin only widened when she socked him in the shoulder. "Come on," he whispered then. Pausing for another kiss before he took her hand and led her back towards the cliffs. "I guess we do have to actually SEE these black sand beaches we’ve heard so much about right? Besides…it IS a private beach...if I get restless for other activities, there’s always that option."

"Oh you mean like jet skiing?" Elizabeth asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows. He narrowed his gaze and then stepped back to stare at her form, when she bent to lift the picnic basket at her feet.

He followed at a distance and she reached out to smack him on the shoulder again. Hunching over, he laughed and then took her hand. Following her down the limestone steps that descended the cliffs. The beautiful terrain had been produced by the miraculous passing of time. Years of plate movements and collapse had caused the sinking of a volcano and the creation of the caldera cliffs.

Lucky moved in front of her at the sight of the rocky ground, and she leaned her face against his back for a moment. Pressing her lips to the white tank top he wore. They’d been in Greece for only a day and already his skin looked bronzed against it.

She couldn’t wait to get him out of it. "So this beach…it’s private like Nikolas’ jet, private?"

Lucky turned back towards her just long enough to wink.

***

Lucky grinned as Elizabeth maneuvered her way onto his lap. Who would have thought, showing her a few little brochures for various locations would be such a turn-on?

She bit down giddily on her lip as she hiked her dress up around her thighs and climbed on. He watched her mouth in sweet agony as she chewed on the lip he wanted access to. He wondered if this would be the moment he’d been waiting for. The moment in which she took control of the situation. The moment in which he’d gladly relinquish it all to her. Satisfy her every whim. She’d almost done it back in their hotel room in Las Vegas, but then she’d opted to satisfy herself in different ways then.

Lucky felt himself grow, just thinking about her mouth around him.

All she had to do now was take the reigns…so to speak.

His eyes swept over her and he groaned as she reached for his hard body. At first contact between her hand and his engorged shaft, the jet jolted beneath them and Lucky grinned.

"Look at that," he sighed. Catching her bottom lip between his teeth…Finally.

"You’re already rocking my world."

Elizabeth sighed and touched him again. Her fingers wrapped soundly around him. She slowly removed his belt with her other hand to increase the give in the open waist of his pants. They were a soft khaki color and she’d been aching to get inside them since take off. It seemed like forever, thought it had probably only been a few minutes now.

God, how was she going to stand it when they went back to New York? When he had to go to work all day, and she was left to what…..Do what exactly without him around? Without a job?

She shut her eyes for a moment to block away those thoughts. All she wanted right now was to love him and be loved. They’d spent enough time second-guessing and waiting. She wasn’t going to do that anymore.

Of course she’d had to wait till their captain removed the seatbelt light, but that was about all there was to waiting anymore…beyond that was just too painful.

The clouds filled the window behind Lucky’s head and Elizabeth sighed as his hand crept up her left thigh. "I never thought I would ever do anything like this…." She moaned. His mouth sucked at her neck and she laughed.

He pulled back just far enough to ask the question. "You never thought you’d do what? Make love in the sky?"

"Make love at all, let alone in the sky," Elizabeth smiled. Easing her hands up his chest.

Lucky found the curve of her hip and then her panties. A profound moisture awaited him, and he bit down on his bottom lip. Just when you thought you couldn’t be anymore horny…

He bit slightly at her neck and followed his own whimsy down to the neckline of her dress. She wore a scoop neck halter and his tongue found rimming the length of it quite enchanting. His hands found her breasts through the fabric and he pushed them together, finding his tongue lost in her cleavage a moment later.

It was Elizabeth’s turn to ache. The place between her legs called to him with an impatience that could no longer be denied. She fidgeted on his lap and waited for him to take away her agony. Her stroking of his shaft became more hurried and his hips jolted towards hers. She moved closer. As if bringing the point of her desire closer to his would ease the pain.

"I want you," she moaned. It was music to his ears, but he wanted to hold out.

She knew he wanted to as well. She’d yet to really make the first move. She’d come close a few times, but hadn’t exactly completed the ‘transaction,’ at this point.

"What do you want Princess?" He asked the question as he smoothed his hands up her back towards the straps that met at the center of her neck. He nimble fingers slowly unfastened the button that held them together. The straps fell towards her chest and skimmed her flesh just as his fingers did.

He couldn’t wait for everything though. He no longer had the patience he once had. Not after tasting her. Not after knowing what it was like to be inside her. He’d been there again once this morning, but that seemed like hours ago….though he knew deep down it hadn’t been that long – other parts of him had time management issues.

Lucky pushed the straps farther down and revealed her glory for himself. He took one anxious bud in his mouth and held her as her head fell back. The ends of her hair dusted his fingers from behind and he suckled deep.

Her moans radiated through her body and she ground her hips against his. He nearly came right that second and the force of holding it back, made him more aggressive at her breast. She cried out and grabbed a hold of his hair, leading him to her next yearning nipple. She found that her skin was already ultra-sensitive to the ministrations of his mouth.

"Inside me…" she panted roughly. Continuing to grind against him. The hand at her hip found it’s way beneath the dress that bunched at her thighs and upwards. He couldn’t believe how wet she was, and he wanted inside too. Desperately.

She looked reckless and wanton and he suddenly wanted to take her in some lewd, distasteful way.

"Take what you want Elizabeth," Lucky pleaded. Tugging her closer. He wanted to rip off her underwear and take her right there. His tip throbbing at the proximity of her opening, but he couldn’t. It was her turn now. Her turn to run the show.

He wanted her to make the first move, just as badly as he simply wanted her.

She grabbed the hand on her thigh and led it back to her hot center. Guiding his fingers to the elastic that rimmed her upper leg.

"Touch me" she whimpered, forcing his fingers under the band.

Lucky shut his eyes at the feel of her and slipped his fingers through her soft folds. Elizabeth lifted slightly, allowing him to find his way inside. One and then two fingers found her opening. His thumb found her clitoris, slick with desire.

Elizabeth’s breath caught as she braced herself on her knees at the side of his hips. Her fingers clenched around his neck as he pleasured her.

Her entire body seemed to ask for "more," as she whispered it in his ear. Biting down on his small silver hoop as his third finger penetrated her. The clouds behind his head swirled and she could have sworn they turned to cotton candy. Shades of pink and blue and something in between. A purple haze…

Lucky’s thumb rubbed in circles. Causing her to squirm on her knees and whimper at his ear. His other hand found her thigh, and clasped it tightly, spreading her further to access her more easily. She fell towards him and cried out when his mouth found her breast once more.

Elizabeth braced herself on the cushion of the couch behind his head. Her hips pulsating towards his hand as he began to stimulate her faster. His thumb and fingers moving more quickly, more effort being applied for her to reach her end.

He looked up from her delicious, creamy skin and watched as her face changed, as her brow tightened and she rode his hand. Trying to find that ecstasy that he’d brought her so many times in the last 48 hours of their union.

But her expression of agony and ecstasy only made his own body strain at the need for release. His dick jumped and twitched with agitation. He had to be inside her. He had to be inside her now.

As if hearing his subconscious thoughts, Elizabeth reached for him again. One hand still bracing herself against the couch, and the other wrapping tightly around him. Lucky bit his lip to keep from pulling her down from her knees and plunging inside.

She lowered a bit. Hovering over his steel rod as she began to come. Her thighs quivered and her breath seemed to fill the entire cabin around them. It sounded louder than even the hum of the engine beneath them.

Her hand slipped from the couch and she clutched at his shoulder. Moaning and gulping for air as she came around his fingers. Her inner walls clenched at him the same way he fantasized about her doing to his penis in just a moment. His body seemed to read that thought and he grew even larger between her fingertip. Her grip tightened as she came and he nearly did as well.

Elizabeth rubbed at the small pearl of liquid that her grip had coaxed out of him as her body tightened one last time and then relaxed. She panted as her knees gave out from beneath her. She wanted to sink onto his lap, but knew he had to have her now. Knew if he waited one moment longer he’d burst.

He was waiting for her…just as he always had. And now that she’d had him she couldn’t stand the thought of his coming anywhere but inside her.

What a waist of a good orgasm that would be.

She took him inside her as she sunk to his lap and it felt like placing a satin covered rock inside of a hot layer wet silk. Each of them felt her body slowly widen to accommodate the massiveness that he served her.

Elizabeth stilled for a moment and Lucky watched her as she felt him slide deeper. Watching her eyes when he entered her was the most thrilling thing he’d ever experienced in his life.

Or maybe her next question would be the biggest thrill…

"What does it feel like?" She asked. Trying to keep her lip from trembling as her hips did. Lucky pressed his fingers to either side of her and brought her closer. She shivered as he moved deeper still.

He shut his eyes for a moment to concentrate. To keep from coming right then and there as he lay his head against her chest. He licked at flesh as if he’d find the words there.

"It feels like heaven….God, Elizabeth it feels like being taken in by heaven."

She moved then. Bucked her hips hard towards him and he groaned. Catching her waist tightly in his hands as she did it again and then again…and then again. Lucky’s head fell back against the seat and he held tight to her as she rode him. Her movements were fast and furious as she took him. Pulling away just to plunge back down around him.

He watched in awe out of dilated eyes as her breasts jiggled and swayed with her movements. As sweat sheened her body. His eyes grew even wider as she leaned back. Bracing her hands on his knees behind her as she continued to ride. The muscles of her abdomen worked overtime to keep her upright.

She cried out his name when he reached out to stroke that taut, undulating skin. She cried out for God. She cried out something he couldn’t understand and it was then that he thought he would die.

Lucky leaned forward. His face on her chest, as she – for lack of a better term - fucked him.

He panted desperately and tightened his grip on her slippery body once more. She was every fantasy he’d ever had come true, but suddenly he wanted more. He wanted her beneath him, and he wanted her sweaty thighs rapped around his waist.

Lucky’s now wet shirt stuck to him like a second skin as he leaned forward. The coffee table in front of the couch caught her back as he slammed her against it. Neither one of them felt any pain through the adrenaline, though. The glasses of wine they’d poured earlier, dropped to the carpet and he made a mental note to pay for the cleaning of Nikolas’ jet later.

Something told him it was going to get quite the workout before the honeymoon ended.

He took both of her arms away from his neck and placed them above her head. Holding her wrists down with one of his larger hands as he squatted down to the level of the table. The lower half of her body draped over the edge. Her toes teased the carpet as he thrust towards her.

Elizabeth whimpered and quickly brought her legs around his waist, and bit as his covered shoulder. Wishing she’d taken the time to remove his shirt as his chest brushed against hers every time he thrust.

Her skin would no doubt be raw by the constant friction of the soft material. She pushed at the waistband of his pants with her feet and felt his pants finally give way and land at his feet.

Suddenly he hiked her legs up so that her toes met his waist and Elizabeth gasped feeling his final inch penetrate her. The intense proximity of his body made her cry out at the first rubbing of her sensitive femininity. One more time and she’d come. She knew that was all it would take.

"Lucky…Lucky…"

Elizabeth came undone around him and he strained for just a few more pumps inside her generous heat. The wall around him closed and opened, narrowed and flexed as he thrust again and again. Harder, longer…

Upon his final thrust, she closed around him so tightly that he had to hold on to the edge of the table, at her head, to withstand the pressure. When she finally let go, she relaxed around him so quickly that he fell into her. Still surrounded by her body as his head fell into the crook of her neck. Her legs slid down his and her feet met the rug again.

Lucky glanced down at the position her body was in and glanced quickly up at her face. He tried to pull away from her. "God, Elizabeth….I didn’t – I’m so sorry – did I hurt you? Jeez, Baby, I’m so -

Elizabeth shook her head and sucked at that luscious bottom lip of his. "It didn’t feel a thing…except wonderful," she sighed tiredly.

Inhaling the smell of crazy sex through his nose, Lucky lay his head back on her chest and slowly but surely slid out of her. He lifted her to him and when his legs gained a bit of strength he eased her to the couch with him. They lay naked there for awhile, spooned up against one another…

Before it started again.

***

He watched her mouth as she washed down pistachio nuts and feta cheese with a glass of white wine. The transparent gloss that she wore shimmered in the sunlight and his thoughts about that perfect, pouty mouth of hers became x-rated once more.

It was a secluded beach – at least this end of it was, and his mind couldn’t help but wander. She leaned back against blanket that they’d spread against the black sand and she looked more like a goddess than any of the ones he’d seen in his brochure of Greece.

They’d mentioned something about sight seeing at some point, but thus far brochures were as far as they’d gotten. There was only one thing he wanted to see naked right then and it was lying right across from him.

He knew she wore a bikini beneath the linen tunic that she donned, but hadn’t yet seen it. He wondered if she’d bought some kind of surprise. Some skimpy little thing that would offer a mind-blowing view…a thong perhaps? It was a private beach…..Hell, maybe she didn’t have ANYTHING on….

No, he’d definitely be able to tell if she had nothing on.

All he knew for sure was that he wanted that cover-up off of her. When she sprawled against the blanket, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. She moaned against his mouth when he kissed her. Opened to him with her tongue just as anxious as his was as he rolled atop of her.

Lucky pulled away after a moment of romancing her mouth, mesmerized by the blue of her eyes against the backdrop of black sand around them. It was truly an amazing sight.

"God, you’re beautiful."

Elizabeth reached up to caress his face. He was so soft. She’d actually allowed him a moment to shave this morning. Of course that had been in the shower…where she’d been able to supervise and help if necessary.

It was he who was beautiful against the backdrop of the afternoon sun. She eased her hands over his sunblock, glazed shoulders. His skin looked shiny and felt smooth to the touch. A golden color played with the blue sky behind him.

"What a compliment coming from you…" she whispered. Finding his eyes more remarkable than ever.

He looked down at her for a moment before capturing her mouth again. "You’ve got….the sweetest….mouth…." he sighed. Kissing her again, and then again before she responded.

"That’s the wine," she giggled.

He shook his head and touched her lips as he said "Uh-uh…I’ve been tasting you for months…that’s your own flavor. It just seems to get better and better…" he paused for a kiss. "With time."

"Just like…wine," she smiled again.

Lucky smiled back. "Well insist it’s the wine if you must Elizabeth, but you taste good EVERYWHERE….I don’t think that’s got anything to do with wine."

She blushed and he moved closer. "I mean….if you want – we could do a taste test of sorts that would allow me to make a more accurate decision," he said it all while descending her body. Easing the hem of her cover-up towards her thighs.

Elizabeth quickly scrambled away from him with a smile. Pulling the linen back down her legs. "No…not yet. You can do your taste test later," she whispered. Crawling back towards him upon his pout.

She draped her arms around his shoulders, kissed him at his collarbone and nibbled.

Lucky sighed and wound his fingers through her hair. It hung in tresses around her thinly strapped shoulders and it smelled like sand and surf and everything nice.

"Ooooh….Now, that’s no fair. You get to taste and I don’t? Who makes up these rules?"

"I’m more hungry than you are," she said playfully.

"You wanna bet?"

Because he made a grab for her, she squealed and scampered away again. "Not yet," she smiled. Wagging a finger at him from the other side of their blanket. When he narrowed his eyes at her in menace her smile grew.

"Not yet," she said again. Her fingers curled around the edges of her cover-up. "Not until we go for a swim."

Lucky swallowed hard at the first small glimpse. Knowing his heart would give out when he saw all there was to see. Slowly the linen material inched its way up her legs.

He’d purchased the ensemble thinking it would make for some killer lingerie. He’d never thought of her wearing it…in the water…where it could get……wet.

The cover-up slipped up and over her head and Elizabeth shook her hair out. Letting it fall against her shoulders. It slipped over the thin white strap that snapped behind her neck. The bikini-style bra tied at the neck.

It was the bikini-style bottoms though, that had Lucky’s mouth watering. He’d thought it would be a turn on when he’d had them made. But never in his wildest dreams did he believe it would do him in so quickly.

The glittery silver writing said ‘Elizabeth,’ in script across her front, and when she turned around…Lucky bit his lip and shut his eyes. Smiling as he opened them again. It said ‘Spencer,’ in the same writing.

Why it turned him on, he’d never be able to fully explain to her…but it did. It did – big time.

Lucky swallowed again and watched as she turned to face him once more. "W – wow."

Elizabeth smiled giddily. "When it came in the box at the lingerie store, I must have laughed forever……but now that I see that look on your face – well you look like you’re about to have a heart attack……maybe it’s not so funny."

He shook his head slowly and approached at the same rate. "No, not funny at all Elizabeth…not funny at all."

At his crawl towards her, she bit her lip and moved back. He looked so serious. He looked just about ready to eat her up. Elizabeth shivered under his gaze, even though the sun beat down on them with a steady stream of warmth.

Glancing behind, him she knew the only way she was going to get into that water first was to make a break for it. He anticipated the action though and took off after her when she bolted.

Elizabeth squealed as she ran towards the seashore. The slow ripples of water flowed just like her hair did behind her and Lucky got swept away for just a moment. Just long enough to watch her before making a b-line straight towards her again. The sand was warm beneath his feet as he sprinted.

When he caught her around the waist, he turned her quickly. Bringing her mouth to his in an earth-shattering kiss, even as she laughed.

Elizabeth reached for his shoulders and melted against his chest, like butter. His hands swept down her hair, and over the delicate string that held her bra up. Slowly they traveled to her lower back and then over the name that adorned her behind. His name…her name…their name.

"You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life," he groaned. Kissing her again and again.

Elizabeth leaned back and squealed at his attack on her neck. "I’m guessing you like it huh?"

He tilted her head back and brought her hips closer to his. The evidence of his ‘like’ for the outfit, more than apparent. "What do you think?"

She bit his yummy bottom lip and bent backwards a bit at the waist. She couldn’t step away, for his hands were still locked firmly around the undies that turned him on so much. They were a keeper…a definite keeper –

If he didn’t rip them right off of her body.

"I think you look pretty damn good yourself," she whispered. Sliding her hand down his long, golden torso. She met the waistline of his trunks and made a slurping sound. Lucky grinned uncontrollably.

He supposed he could give her a FEW minutes to swim around a little. How long could she possibly take?

"So you really wanna go swimming huh?" He asked. Narrowing his eyes then. All he wanted to do was haul her over his shoulder and lay her down beneath him on that blanket just a few yards away. "Not sure I’m gonna let you," he whispered against her neck. She squirmed against him and giggled. "Not sure I wanna let you cool off any."

Elizabeth glanced at him mischievously and eased his hand away from her rear. She took a slow step back and did a turn. "Well, you’ll just have to warm me up again won’t you?………Besides, Lucky don’t you notice anything special about what I’m wearing?"

He shook his head absently. All he could think of was how utterly delectable she looked. He swallowed hard once again. "You mean aside from the obvious."

"Look hard Lucky," she sighed, hands placed on her hips.

Lucky glanced down at the growing bulge in his pants. "That won’t be har – difficult."

Elizabeth guffawed in laughter. "I meant, look at ME!"

"I can’t STOP looking at you!"

"I mean look at the material! It’s not exactly MEANT for the water Lucky…."

The donning began and she saw it register in his eyes as they widened a bit. His smile started to do the same as it sunk completely in. "Ooooooh."

Elizabeth grinned. "Yeah, Ooooooh is right……Spencer," she sighed. Pressing her body to his. She felt him tighten everywhere. It made her shiver. "You’re about to get the best wet t-shir……wet BRA contest of your life," she amended.

Lucky followed like a slow, panting dog as she moved away. A slow, panting dog – in a trance. Very reminiscent of Foster in fact.

"It won’t be any contest Elizabeth……No contest at all."

~~~~~~~

Lucinda smiled and chewed at her swollen lips as Wallace continued his task of unfastening the buttons on her wool coat. They’d no sooner made their way out of the cab from the airport, than he’d decided it was best that she relinquish her coat to him.

"You must be hot……sweltering even," he joked. Shaking his head at her as he slipped his hands inside the coat and brushed it off her shoulders.

"Oh yeah…it’s 40 degrees out. Let’s get this thing off," she commented. Sharing his whimsical grin.

Wallace’s eyebrows jumped as he closed in on her neck. "Oh never fear. I’m sure I can get things nice and toasty for you Miss McCloud."

"Mmm," she moaned against his mouth as he steered her towards the couch. "Toast….that sounds good actual –

"Don’t you even start in about food. That turkey sandwich from the flight is going to have to sustain you until I’m done, Missy…"

Her mouth left his so abruptly that Wallace staggered back. The world had turned so swiftly that he felt just about ready to fall off. He watched in silent shock as she turned and ran a hand quickly through her waist long tresses.

What the Hell…

"What?" He asked gently. Catching up with her as she moved a few paces away. Her eyes averted his gaze as she removed her shoes and flicked on a couple of lights in the hall.

What the Hell had just happened!

Wallace shook his head and made a grab for her wrist but she alluded him. "No…no……hey Lucinda –

"He stepped in front of her when she would have moved towards her bedroom. "Hey – tell me what I just did. What just happened here? Don’t shut me out………I’m not letting you do this again."

She glanced up at him with flashing brown eyes. "Oh you’re kidding me right! You’re gonna start demanding things from me now? You’re not gonna LET me do it again, I’m gonna have to be SUSTAINED by my turkey-fucking-sandwich?! Listen, if I want to eat my whole damn kitchen – I’ll…..

At his suddenly understanding silence, she shut her eyes. Her hands rose to cover her face in the next instant. "I’m – I’m sorry. I don’t know where that –

"Yes….yes you do," Wallace said. He reached for her hand then and inhaled through his nose when she allowed him to hold it.

She continued to look towards the floor and he tilted her face upwards to meet his eyes. He grinned. "Hey – you can eat every last hotdog, from every last cart from here to 63^rd if you want – you have my blessing ok?….Manja in good health……except I don’t really know what’s in those…"

The grin he’d been trying to weasel out of her emerged crookedly. He touched her cheek. "Lucinda……He’s out of your life. The only way he’s getting back in, is through this," he whispered. Tapping on her head lightly. "Through this beautiful noggin of yours."

Sighing, she ran her hands through her hair and nodded. Walking slowly back to the living room as he followed. "I know……I know."

She sank down on the couch and felt him sink down next to her even as she continued to look at her hands. "He was always watching everything you know? He always had some little comment about my food intake or…

"You’re perfect."

Her eyes moved to his then and she smiled softly. "Well, that’s debatable, but I can tell you one thing…"

"What’s that?" He asked, shaking his head. He moved closer and touched her chin. Running his thumb over her lips.

"I am the smartest human being on the face of the EARTH, for finally waking up about you."

"Well I can’t really dispute…………actually," he said then. Changing his tune as he rubbed his own chin now. "YOU finally woke about ME huh? Excuse me Miss, but wasn’t it I who came to YOU like a fucking STUD on a bridge overlooking some dancing fountains just a few nights ago?"

She laughed so hard she nearly cried. It was a welcome reason for tears.

"Indeed," she whispered. Wrapping her arms around him his waist as she leaned into him. He felt so firm, and warm, and good.

"Indeed what?….Indeed I’m right about me coming to YOU, or indeed I came to you like a FUCKING STUD?"

Lucinda rolled her eyes. "Indeed on both counts."

"Oooh just say it though."

"Just say WHAT?"

"Just say that word…..I can’t even TELL you how it will make me happy."

Lucinda shook her head and whispered that he was a ‘fucking stud,’ in his ear. Wallace grinned from ear to ear and rewarded her with a deep kiss. It lasted just long enough to really get bone meltingly good before the phone interrupted it.

"Let it ring," he groaned against her.

She nodded in agreement. "Gladly."

Lucinda sighed as he lay her down beneath him on the couch. Groaning as the phone continued to ring and ring as he kissed her. At the fourth ring the machine answered and she tried to block out the sounds of her own voice as Wallace worked her blouse over her head.

Then it got more difficult to block out.

"Lucinda pick up…I know you’re there Cinda…please don’t try and pretend with me. I already know you’ve been out of town for a few days, all I need to know now is WHERE and why you didn’t tell me……that isn’t like you.

"Honey, I just think we need to work things out. Don’t you?…What I said the other day – that wasn’t me. I was just SO angry with you for being with him. For degrading yourself like that. Lucinda you’re so special and –

Wallace pushed off of the couch and stalked towards the machine. He reached for the phone just a split second before Lucinda rose to grab his arm.

"Wallace NO - please, just let him talk. Come on……You said yourself, he was out of my life right? All talking to him is going to do, is rile him up even more…can’t we just leave it alone."

"NO," Wallace said then. Reaching again. Once more she stopped him. "Lucinda, if HE’S not gonna leave YOU alone, I ain’t gonna leave HIM alone."

She lifted herself to her feet and halted his mouth with a kiss. "Please," she pleaded against his mouth. "Just let it go."

How could he let it go? How after the things she’d told him about why she’d freaked out on him that first time. Why she’d pushed him away after the night they’d almost made love on the couch next to them now.

He still remembered a few nights ago in Vegas when it had all come out. The night she’d told him about her little ‘run-in’ with Jack. The first night he’d actually wanted to kill someone with his bare hands.

***

Lucinda walked into the room Wallace had paid for simply so they could have a place to talk privately for a little while. Elizabeth probably wouldn’t notice if she never came back to their room tonight. She and Lucky were probably on the phone making cooing noises right this minute.

She looked around. Trying to decide if he was crazy to still want to be bothered with her, or just desperate. She felt like SHE was currently both crazy and desperate.

She felt him staring at her. Probably wondering why it was taking her so long to pick a place to sit down. If she sat on one of the beds and he sat down next to her, she might be tempted to do what she’d wanted to do days ago when they’d nearly made love in her apartment.

Tugging at the sweater that she wore, Lucinda opted for the chair at the small table in front of the window.

He sat across from her. His hands restless on the table. He removed then when she started to stare at their drumming.

"So something happened after I left," he began then. "Something happened with Jack…that much I gather…"

His voice trailed away. He wanted her to finish his thought. Tell him exactly WHAT to think after she’d left him high and dry, just when things started to develop between them.

Her eyes found his and they were so sad that he wanted to die. Yet he wanted to kill her at the same time. How could she do this to them? They’d started something so good, and here she was willing to give it up for what? For Jack? For a bastard that treated her like something he’d scraped off of the bottom of his shoe? How was that possible? Was he simply THAT much of a loser?

"How did you – how did you know it was about Jack?"

"He wasn’t exactly subtle about it," Wallace sighed sarcastically. "He came spouting a bunch of crap at the office…saying he’d finished my Alfredo."

She looked down and shook her head in disgust.

Wallace had to ask the question. "Did you two –

Her eyes were hurt when she glanced up. "No. God, Wallace do you really think –

"Lucinda, how the Hell should I know what to think?" Wallace interrupted heatedly. "How the Hell am I supposed to know what to think when you won’t even TALK to me!

"We got closer than we’d ever been. Closer than I’d ever felt to anyone, aside from a guy I build friggin VIDEO games with, and all of a sudden you up and stop talking to me….You wouldn’t return my calls…They said you were busy at work every 10 seconds…..What the Hell else did you THINK I would think?"

She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. He was hurt – of course he was hurt. That was the last thing she’d wanted to do.

"Listen to me…You have every right not to believe me when I say this, but I’m telling you the truth - I don’t want Jack. I never wanted Jack. I only wanted the person I thought he was. The person I made myself believe he was…and the person he told me that I was, when I was with him.

"And now…now I don’t know who that person is anymore without him."

"That’s funny," Wallace said softly. "Because I thought I knew exactly who you were. You’re a beautiful, soft, funny girl, and more than anything else…your my friend. A friend who I’ve secretly loved for the last 3 years of my life…a friend who I THOUGHT I was finally going to have a chance with.

"Have I blown it already, Lucinda? Even before it ever really began?"

Her eyes filled with tears. "No…."

Wallace took a deep breath and tried to revel in that for at least a moment.

"Well…well then why?" he asked pleadingly. "Why would you shut me out like this? God I nearly died when I saw you walk into the lobby this afternoon……Lucinda you gotta know, my heart isn’t ready for all this change. First I actually get to kiss you and then…..BAM, you’re out of my life. The damn thing is gonna give out any day now."

She reached over silently and pressed her hand to his chest. She felt the strong beat beneath her fingertips. "I’m sorry…I would never want to be the cause of any stress to this heart. It’s a beautiful heart…

"I’m afraid I’m just not used to such a beautiful heart," she paused on a sigh. Wallace gazed at her and waited for her to continue. Sensing that this was the moment she’d finally let him in.

Lucinda cleared her throat. "That night…after you left…I guess he’d been waiting in the hallway for you to leave…"

Wallace shut his eyes. "Motherfu –

"He knocked on the door and of course…it was only a few seconds later, so I thought it was you. I thought you’d forgotten something, or maybe you’d….you’d changed your mind about staying."

He sighed. "I wish I had."

"Anyway…I started to tell him he couldn’t come in, but he just sorta…just sorta came in anyway," she shrugged. "I told him I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit, and I walked towards the phone. I was gonna call the police if he didn’t leave. I’d say he was trespassing."

"He was," Wallace interjected. He was trespassing on her life…on his.

Lucinda bit her bottom lip as it began to tremble. "He didn’t see it that way."

Wallace looked for her eyes when they hit the floor. "Lucinda….Lucinda what’d he do?"

She glanced up and shrugged again before looking down. "He just…he just scared me pretty good, that’s all. He grabbed my arm and started saying these…things to me. Telling me how he couldn’t believe I was doing this…that I was ‘giving’ myself away like some common slut…that I was better than that, and that he’d always tried to tell me that I was…..but I obviously didn’t believe him…"

As she continued, Wallace curled his hands into the edge of the bed. For now it would have to serve as Jack’s skull.

Her voice shook. "My – my shirt was still open from when you left and he…"

Wallace braced himself.

"He just looked at me…with this…this disgust on his face. And then he said – he said that – that I looked just like everybody else. That he didn’t know how in the world my face sold magazines because I looked just like every other tramp he’d screwed in New York City and that I wasn’t special at all…and that I never was…and that the biggest mistake of his life was ever putting a ring on my finger…and then he said that you could have me.

"That maybe he’d have to…" Her voice faltered for a moment. Wallace reached around the table to place a hand against her knee. "Bash your skull in the next time he saw you….for kicks," she added. "But after that…if there was enough of you – then you could have me.

"But that…that you and Lucky were going to get what was coming to you, real soon."

Wallace lifted himself slowly from the chair and turned around in a circle. Not knowing where to put the energy that he felt brewing in the pit of his stomach. Other than flying back to New York, right then and there and beating the living shit out of Jack, there was nothing that would make him feel better at that moment.

Her voice had him turning around. "I’m sorry…I’m sorry that I pushed you away, and I’m sorry for bringing you into my messed up –

He bent before her. "HEY – you don’t say that. The only person you need to say you’re sorry to, is yourself for allowing it to get hurt for so long……As soon as we get back to the city, Jack and I are going to have a very long ASS KICKING session. The ass will be his and the foot will be mine and he’ll never have another thing to say about feeling special or not when my foot is lodged in places all too personal."

She wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t. "Please…Wallace, please don’t make this any worse than it already is."

"How is that possible? How could I possibly make it worse by shoving my foot up his ass? That’ll only make everything better," he grinned.

"Wallace please –

"Lucinda, I don’t see why you’re protecting this guy!"

"I’m not," she sighed desperately.

"Well please don’t say you’re protecting me, because I’m liable to get offended."

She looked down. "I’m not really trying to protect you…I just don’t think it’s fair. He already hates Lucky because Lucky ‘stole’ his job……and now you because…because I…like you."

He found her eyes and grinned quietly. "I like you very much too……and I just – I just wanna make you feel better," he finished. Touching her cheek lightly.

Lucinda eased off of her own chair and down on the floor next to him. Her mouth found his and then pulled away slowly. Her fingers never left his face.

"Well make me feel better then."

Searching her eyes, he found her meaning but couldn’t quite fathom it. Now? Now when they’d been so keen on taking things slow, and then had ended up calling things off completely?

"Lucinda….I don’t wanna take advantage or…"

"Please," she said then. Paying no mind to the fact that she sounded like she was begging. A part of her was. She pressed her lips to his and found that they wanted just as hers did. Maybe even a little more… never had someone wanted her MORE.

She’d always been the one to give of herself. To give and give until she had nothing left. This time it seemed like maybe…maybe it was the other way around.

"Please Wallace," she sighed against his mouth. "Make love to me like I’m the only woman you’ve ever been with."

He stopped once more to gaze into her eyes, before he did.

***

The bastard had finished leaving his message and now Lucinda stared at the blinking light on her machine. The one that read 10. Some of them could have been from her agent. She could have booked something. Or they could have been from her mom. She didn’t feel like checking, but she knew she had to.

Wallace sighed and drifted towards the couch as she hit the play button. Jack’s voice was on 7 of the 10 so far as she skipped through them the second she heard his biting tone. Lucinda played message number 9, the one right before Jack’s last – and listened.

Within seconds she and Wallace were both grinning from ear to ear. After another second, Lucinda screamed. Wallace shot up from the couch to embrace her.

In rapid Modelese, her agent screamed into the speaker that Lucinda had just booked the Vogue cover.

"Oh my God!….Oh my GOD! WALLACE! OhmiGod I can’t believe this! This is amazing! This is….Wallace this is…you don’t understand this is…

"Amazing?" He interjected. Grinning widely at her enthusiasm. More than ecstatic to see that it’d taken the place of the long face that had been there just moment before.

She grew silent and shook her head in disbelief as he continued to smile at her.

"I don’t believe this…after everything that’s happened…This can’t be my life," she said finally. "First….YOU, and now this."

Had his ears deceived him or had she just placed him higher than a Vogue cover? A cover she’d been coveting since he’d met her. Probably before that.

"Well good things happen in threes," He smiled. "Who knows what’s next."

"Oh no," she grinned, as she shook her head. She bit down on that curling lip of hers. "I know exactly what’s next…I’m going to call my mother…and then as soon as I get off the phone with her, I’m gonna see what I can do about getting YOU off."

Wallace’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Do you think she’s home? She might be sleeping already -

Lucinda giggled as she hopped towards the phone.

~~~~~~~

Elizabeth took every inch of Lucky in with her eyes as he swam towards her again.

His arm rose to slick his hair back and away from his eyes when he came to stand up next to her in the shallow shore. The water was just as warm as a bathtub and the sight of him made her even warmer.

Droplets of water clung to his bronzed skin and his lips were pink from kissing her. He moved to do more of the same right then.

She smiled against his mouth as his tongue swept inside. He tasted salty and sweet and wet all over. His hands moved up her back towards the string that held her soaked bra on. He massaged the soaked flesh that he found there as they kissed.

Needing a moment to catch his breath, and another mind-blowing glimpse of her, Lucky pulled away and gulped at the air. Her nipples puckered hard through the fabric, and it made his lower body do exactly the same. The erection came so quickly that he groaned.

Elizabeth groaned as well. Feeling it against her hip, as he moved close once again. The water swirled just under her breasts, while it lapped at his abdomen.

Lucky kissed her only once more before clasping her hand and pulling her towards dry land. "Let’s get back inside."

A mischievous glimmer filled her eyes as she moved ahead of him. Walking slowly. Letting him look all he wanted at the way the panties clung to her behind. His last name probably shimmered across it like wet silver. She wondered if he’d even make it all the way back up the small hill to the blanket, let alone the home that sat just above the rocky cliff.

She was right to be skeptical.

His arms wrapped around her before her feet even made their way completely out of the ocean and she felt that same hardness press against her now cold behind. The breeze had kicked up a bit since they’d entered the water nearly a half hour ago, and her skin prickled into goose flesh.

The water swam about her ankles as he began to pull her down to the wet black sand. Shimmers of silver and blue sparkled in the sand and she felt it slide across her knees as he knelt behind her. Kissing the base of her neck, licking the salt of the sea off of her skin. His hands found her breasts from behind. Easing one cup and then the next aside before she could say a word.

He pulled and tugged at her erect nipples and she felt his own stiffness grind at her from behind. She reciprocated, easing herself back against him. She gave quick thought to whether he’d take her the way she’d dreamed of him doing the night before.

Her knees grew weak beneath her as the sands shifted around them and he massaged her aching breasts. He panted something in her ear, and had to say it again due to the lapping of the water about them and the rush of blood in her ears.

Her heart was beating so fast she could barely stand it, and when he pressed his chest to her back, she knew his was too.

"Bend over," he whispered again. The demand caused her insides to melt into a pile of nothingness. This was it, this was what she’d fantasized about and she quickly complied with his wishes.

She tried to find something to hold on to, but the sand washed out from under her fingers each time the tide returned. He whispered something about holding her and she shook her head in frustration. She didn’t care, as long as he was inside her in the next second.

Lucky gazed at his name across her round bottom and grew harder at the sight. The way her wet skin outlined the now glossy name. Widening his stance, Lucky anchored his knees into the sand as deeply as he could as the tide went out, and quickly pushed his trunks out of the way. He heard her whimper in front of him with impatience and he grabbed her hips tightly. Letting her know that it was almost time. She shivered and he reached around her and under the hem of the wet undies to stroke her.

She nearly came at that first touch. Shuttering around him. "Now Lucky…now…please."

It was what he needed to hear and then some. He swiftly pulled her panties down and gripped her hips once more. Sliding into her in one long, powerful stroke. Elizabeth’s mouth fell open and she shook from head to toe. Nearly falling forward when the tide returned.

Lucky grunted and held her tightly pushing into her more slowly the next time. A smooth, slow ease. Mimicking the motion of the ocean that came in and out…coming just as he would in minutes.

Elizabeth clasped at the quickly disappearing sand beneath her fingers and Lucky wrapped one arm around her midsection and lifted himself slightly. He slid deeper and she gasped as his chest hit her lower back. One of his hands reached down to grab ahold of sand, as the other stayed locked around her waist. His panting mirrored her own.

But the pressure of their bodies against the sand was too much and it grew too slippery to stay anchored. Elizabeth lowered herself to a stretch position beneath him. Clenching around him to keep him lodged inside as she moved. Her knees and shins lay against the sand, while her arms stretched straight out before her. Parallel to each ear.

Lucky panted something about loving her so much he couldn’t stand it as he started to pump again. His hips rhythmically bucking against hers from behind. He leaned forward with his thighs flanking hers to touch her. Let his fingers travel over her breasts again. The black sand touched them and he rolled the grainy texture against her skin. Sensory overload.

Indeed.

Elizabeth moaned into the sand and gasped as her core vibrated and tugged at him. Her center aflame as she finally reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. His mouth panted hot against her back and she felt his cool cheek sizzle against her flesh as he came too. Her own reaction, eliciting the same in him. It shook through each of them like the volcanic eruption that had caused the extraordinary black sand beneath them.

And at its end, it left their breathing jagged, their pulses wild and frenzied.

Lucky licked his lips an kissed the spot on her back that he knew their plane escapades had put there just the day before. He rubbed at it and kissed it once more.

"I’m sorry, but……I think one of us is going to kill the other, before – before the honeymoon is over."

Elizabeth slowly crawled away and fell against the sand. A tired smile crept over her lips as she lay there. He crawled upwards to meet her, and brushed her hair away from her eyes. Staring into the deep seas that reflected the color of the ocean just a few inches away. It nipped at their feet as they lay there recovering in the sun.

"Well then we’ll live forever," she sighed deliriously. "This honeymoon is never gonna end if I have…anything at all to say about it Mr. Spencer."

Lucky stretched in the sand and then found her lips once more. "Mmm…whatever you say Dear..."