Felicia Jones walked into Luke's nightclub singing. She was so thoroughly immersed in Lila Quartermaine's retold memories
that she had become immersed in the culture of the times. That helped her focus on happier times. Felicia was normally upbeat
so she couldn't quite put her finger on why her mood of late was so grim. Sure she and Mac had quietly divorced and the girls
were with Frisco for an extended vacation but she was still young. Her life didn't center on her family, or did it?

With a sigh, she stopped singing, and walked into the funky nightclub. The décor never ceased to cheer her up and the
company was the best. Felicia looked at her watch and walked back to Luke's office. "Hey Partner I'm here." She called out.
She was early for the class but as she and Luke had worked so well together that he had chosen her to partner. Felicia liked to
be there early in case Luke wanted to run through any steps before class. She also loved the company. Luke Spencer had the
ability to coax a smile out of her even on the worst of days.

Luke heard Felicia's voice and smiled, tucking away the stack of legal papers that represented the end of his marriage. He had
just gotten his copies of the papers that dissolved his seventeen-year marriage and strangely he wasn't depressed. Luke had
mourned the marriage while they were separated, when his wife had turned her eyes on his hated enemy-Stefan Cassadine.
Now the papers represented something else entirely, his freedom. Putting the weighty issue away as clearly as he stowed the
papers in a desk drawer Luke stood to greet Felicia.

Blond beautiful and Zany, Felicia captivated Luke on so many levels. He had known for certain that he had more than a crush
on her when they had started dancing together. The woman captivated and turned him on. She like no other made him feel
young and sexy. When she dressed in her 1940s inspired attire, Luke could easily imagine she was Grace Kelly come back to
test his powers of restraint as they swayed together on the small dance floor.

Shaking his head, aware of the turn his thoughts were having on his body, Luke plastered an innocent smile on his face. "Hi
there babe." He said as she came into view.

"Hi there babe." She replied with an irrepressible smile. "Can you walk me through the steps we practiced last class.

Wonderful, Luke thought, and nodded. She wants to dance with me now in this condition. He exhaled deeply, willing his body
to calm down. When it finally did, he turned on a swing Cd and reached for her hands. When hand met hand Luke could feel
himself surge. He felt Felicia's hand wavering in his. Unable to break contact with her hand, gazing into her eyes, Luke became
aware of something. Instead of the upbeat song he'd been expecting an old favorite was playing.

"I've got you under my skin." Luke repeated the title softly. Still holding Felicia's trembling hand, he doffed an imaginary hat.
"May I have this dance?" When she nodded he dropped her hand and crossed the room, closing the door and placing a do not
disturb/class cancelled sign up. He restarted the song and reached for Felicia's hand again.

Slowly, Felicia moved into Luke's arms, electrified by his every touch, unable and unwilling to consider the implications of the
tremors running through her body. Her left arm slowly wrapped around Luke's upper back as her head drifted to his shoulder.
She felt his arm snaking around her back and he held her securely against him. Securely against his muscular and firm body,
firm in ways Felicia had not contemplated. Instead of shying away from the source of his discomfort she settled against it,
relishing the purely male strength found in his arms.

"Darlin' what are you doing?" Luke asked in a husky whisper, as his traitorous body raged under her softness. It had been so
long since he had held a woman this way and he found himself drowning in her scent and the feel of her body.

Felicia smiled against his chest as she felt him become more firm under the gentle pressure of her abdomen. "Dancing." She
said in the briefest of whispers, pressing against him more subtly, seeking his heat and fire like a moth to a flame.

Luke looked down at the little minx. In his years he had seen almost everything and knew what she was doing. "Darlin' who
taught you to dance this way?"

"I taught myself." Felicia looked up at him. "Any complaints?" She asked doing a slow gentle stretch that brought her flush
against his bulging manhood and stole the breath from Luke's lungs. As his eyes met hers, she smiled a secretive smile of
female domination. They both knew the dance was hers to lead.

It took Luke a few moments to regain the ability to speak. "None." He said his voice quiet and husky. He pulled her a little
closer and absorbed every nuance of her. "But you're playing with fire." He added after a few moments.

"Maybe I want to get burned if it feels this good." Felicia challenged back quietly.

Meeting her eyes, Luke released her hand and brought his thumb up to trace the delicate lines of her face. Felicia was a classic
beauty. As he stroked her cheeks and moved to her lips, Felicia darted her tongue out to wrap around his thumb. She simply
had to taste his skin. Moaning as his thumb made contract with her mouth Luke could barely hold back the jolt that made his
hips rub hers sensually. When Felicia responded by sucking his thumb into her mouth, he threw his head back, lost, a prisoner
to her sweet torture, his hips seeking hers in slow and circular grinds.

"Oh Darlin'." Luke said in a soft voice. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" He felt the vaguest sense of disappointment
as her mouth retreated, leaving his thumb exposed to the cool air.

"I think I have some idea." Felicia cleared her throat and tried to slow her rapid breathing. She stepped back for a moment and
Luke felt empty. "Do we have privacy?" She questioned quietly. Her voice was barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

"I'll lock the door. Or the bedrooms are upstairs." She nodded when he said bedrooms and he flushed for even thinking she
was a woman that could be seduced in his grimy office. Without a word he took Felicia's hand and led her upstairs to his loft
where the king size bed, large tv and sound system sat.

Felicia looked around the room, startled by its comfort. She would have expected Luke in slightly more Spartan
accommodations.

"Do you like it?" Luke asked coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. As he settled into the gentle curve of
her derriere, he found himself grasping for control yet again.

"Yes." Felicia replied, not knowing if she meant the pressure of his firmness or the room itself. Turning slowly, finished with this
dance of seduction that had stalled, Felicia pulled his head down to hers and pressed her lips gently against his. The long
denied desire pulsed through

them both as their lips met in a gentle, chaste kiss.

"Wow." Luke said backing off for a second. If her kisses were about to send him into orbit he was in trouble.

"Wow." Felicia echoed, reaching up to touch his lips. Who would have known Luke's lips were so soft and welcoming? It was
his fault. They were begging to be kissed. She leaned up to coax his head down, mouth opening under his, caressing his tongue
much as she had his thumb earlier.

Unable to keep up the slow pace, Luke pulled her hips to his, moving in slow circles, plundering her mouth passionately. "Doll
I need you now." He moaned letting her feel the force of his desire for her. Felicia pulled his head down, hands cradling the
sides of his head as she delivered tiny gentle kisses to his cheeks and finally fastened first on his lower lip, then his mouth.

Luke groaned deeply. Her kisses were going to rob him of his very sanity. He lifted her and carried her across the room,
depositing her on the bed. He turned the stereo on and Boz Scaggs' soothing tones filled the room. Turning, he spied Felicia
sitting on the bed, lips swollen, eyes heavy lidded. He crossed the room gracefully and looked down at her. "Are you ready
doll?"

"Yes." Her sex kittenish voice had taken on a breathy quality that shook him to the core. He slowly unbuttoned only he first
three buttons of his shirt and sat beside her on the bed. Brushing aside her golden locks, Luke fastened his mouth on her
earlobe, delighting in the purely animal moan that escaped Felicia's mouth. He had to have her, seduction or no, he had to be
buried within her now. His self control wasn't strong enough to resist.

With shaking hands he unbuttoned his shirt, laughing when she pushed him back on the bed, raking her nails lightly over the
skin of his collarbone, settling on his painfully hard erection as if his need wasn't branding her. With supreme effort Luke
remained still, watching Felicia make love to his chest with her mouth, licking lightly, nails scraping gently, paying special
attention to his nipples. Slowly, she worked her way down to his stomach, her breasts massaging his tortured cock.

"Please." He finally moaned as he felt what had to be a hardened nipple dragging across his fabric clad length. Felicia lifted her
head and looked into his blazing eyes. Darn it she wanted him to lose it and take her hard.

"Please what Luke?" she whispered. "You want to take me?" She asked in a sexy voice. "Take what you want Luke before I
die of want."

Luke looked down, meeting her eyes for a long moment before gently pulling her by her shoulders flush to his body. "All right
doll." He groaned before rolling over and taking her prisoner with his hips against hers. Straddling her, making short work of
her shirt, Luke was amazed to see that Felicia wore no bra. "I did feel one of these against me." He said stroking her stiffened
nipple, listening to her soft sounds of need. As Felicia rubbed against Luke, seeking his hardness, more of it then she could feel
at the moment, she felt his hands cupping her sensitive breasts, rough fingers dragging over her tortured flesh.

Bucking hard, Felicia ground her hips against him. "Forget this for now. Bury yourself inside me before I die." She finally
moaned. In response, Luke arched an eyebrow. Even though his need was agonizing, he still wasn't done yet.

"Hold tight doll. I'm going to take you to heaven soon." He said as he lowered his head to her breast, tongue darting out to
wrap around a nipple and coaxing it to hardness. Squeezing and lightly pinching the puckered flesh of her other breast; Luke's
mouth moved there next, then backed away stroking both rosy tips with his fingertips alone. He reached for her hands, bringing
them to her breasts. "Feel how hard they are." He said, groaning deeply as she caressed her own flesh.

Watching Felicia, Luke backed away enough to take his pants down, freeing his tormented, swollen length. As his pants fell to
the floor he kicked them aside and watched Felicia in awe slowly pulling at his own sex, which was reddened and swollen
painfully. When Felicia caught a good look at Luke's naked form she gasped and slid one hand lower. He was magnificent!

"I need you." She moaned as her finger began teasing the swollen pearl that pulsed with need. In a trance Luke watched her
hand, mimicking the small circles on his very moist tip.

"You have me doll." Luke finally replied a distinct laugh in his voice as he approached her writhing form. "Do you have any
idea how much it turns me on to see you touching yourself?" Luke asked leaning in close to her. The only response he got was
a low moan as Felicia moved on the bed, rapidly, close to satisfaction. "Oh no, I get the first one." He said, a determined tone
in his voice. Lowering himself, Luke moved Felicia's hand to replace it with his mouth, fingers teasing her damp blond curls,
even as his tongue probed her clitoris.

As soon as his tongue touched her, Felicia lost all pretense of control, rubbing herself against Luke's eager mouth as her world
exploded. It took all of Luke's self control not to join her. With supreme effort, he concentrated on making her first orgasm
with him the most memorable, bringing her over the edge twice in raid succession with fingers lips and tongue before raising his
head to gaze into her eyes.

"Was that good?" He asked knowing it had been.

Meeting his eyes after the most intense experience of her life, all Felicia could do was to offer him her hand. She had to taste
him now and find out if that a rich smoky flavor she always imagined was Luke. Her jaws ached for him. As he settled down
she got a good look at his body. He was massive. Nine inches of perfection, firm and begging for her touch awaited her hungry
hands and hungrier mouth.

Sitting up slowly, Felicia drifted to the object of her affection. She slowly lowered her head to the tip, tasting him full then
eased him between her yearning jaws, tongue running all over him, coaxing, begging to taste his release. In a few moments her
mouth was flooded with the sweet cream of his release.

Felicia moved to the head of the bed and rested against her newfound lover. Her ache was bearable now and she wanted to
allow him a few moments to recover. "How are you feeling?" She finally asked.

"Fantastic." Luke admitted, looking down at her. "And you?"

"Wonderful." Felicia dragged the word out. "You taste so good." She told him as her hand idly stroked his chest.

Luke made a small sound of satsifaction, stroking her hair. "It had been awhile." He admitted. "I wasn't too rough was I doll?"

In response all Felicia could do is laugh. "I've already had the best sex of my life and we haven't even done it yet." She said
looking over at Luke.

"With you doll., it's called making love." He asserted quietly.

"Making love. Will you make love to me Luke Spencer?" She asked.

Nodding his head, Luke gently pulled her head to his, knowing his love had forever changed.

End part 1