For that special L&L lover who wanted me to write this...

"Darlin' did anyone every tell you that you look killer in red?"

Lucy gives a little shudder as his breath chases down her back. "OhŠ. I
think you may have mentioned it once or twice."

Luke's eyes smolder as he looks at her. "Well it deserves another mention.
Baby you make my blood boil." He inches closer to her, placing his hands on
her waist. He pulls her body tightly against his, bringing his lips to
nibble at her jaw. "You make other parts of me stand up and take notice,
too."

Lucy groans and it ends in a husky chuckle. "Mister, that was a *bad* line."

"But you liked it, didn't ya Darlin'?" His hands inch under the dress,
lifting it up her legs, his fingers dancing on her thighs.

Lucy smiles against his lips. "I adored it, you know that Pal." Her fingers
quickly dispatch with the buttons on his shirt and slip it off his
shoulders.

"Quick efficient moviesŠ.. That's my LucyŠ" His voice ends on a groan as her
hands reach down to cup him through his slacks.

"Feel good?" she asks huskily, unzipping him and shoving both boxers and
slacks to the floor.

"Darlin' you have no idea." His voice is rough and soft at the same time.

Lucy takes his hand and pulls him to the bed. She pushes his shoulders and
he falls down. "Sit," she commands softly. He sits up, leaning his back
against the headboard. "Stay," she commands again, smiling mischievously at
him. The muscles in his throat work and he swallows deeply. Lucy circles the
bed, chuckling deeply. "Don't look so frightened," she murmurs. She turns
her back on him, silently asking him to undo her zipper. He does, slowing
moving it down her back. She turns and leans down to plant a kiss on his
forehead. "It won't hurt." She begins walking to the end of the bed. "Much,"
she murmurs quietly.

"Darlin' I get the feeling it's gonna be excruciating." Luke waggles his
eyebrows at her.

Lucy chuckles huskily, then slowly lets her dress fall from her shoulders.
Luke's mouth goes dry as he sees she's wearing nothing under it. She slowly
walks to the bed and places her thighs on either side of his, straddling
him. "Pal, excruciating," she nuzzles his throat with her nose, "doesn't
even begin to describe it." Her hands run down his ribs to his hips, making
small circles along the bones. Her mouth trails down his throat to his
chest, alternately licking and biting. She brings her mouth to the underside
of his stomach, then moves down further, placing a kiss on his hard penis.
Her tongue darts out and around the tip, her lips following to suck an inch
in her mouth. Lucy feels his hands quickly go to her hair, yanking her head
up to his.

"Baby, this is gonna be over real quick if you keep that up." He chuckles.
"I ain't as young as I used to be."

Lucy rolls her eyes and braces her hands on his shoulders. "Oh please. Bub,
don't you dare pull that 'I'm nothin' but a poor old codger' bit on me. I
know better."

"Shoulda known better then to try and pull a fast one on my Luce," he says
in a voice full of wonder. His hands run up her hips, her rips, come to rest
at her chest, cupping her breasts, running his palms over her hard nipples.
Lucy's breath expels in a hiss.

"YeaŠ..But y'know Pal, fast is sounding better and better," she says on a
little moan. She reaches down between their bodies, stroking him.

Luke takes her hips in his hands, lifting her a little then slipping easily
inside her. She bites her lower lip, a small little whimper escaping between
them. "Fast is gonna be the only way we can make this work Luce," Luke
chuckles, moving under her, pushing further and harder into her. Lucy lifts
her hips in time with his, digging her nails into his chest and shoulders.
She feels the pressure building inside her, begging for release. "LukeŠ" His
name is gritted between her teeth as she leans over him, burying her face in
his shoulders, biting into his skin. His fingers dig into her hips, his own
pumping into her harder and harder until she finally screams his name into
his shouldersŠŠ

Lucy sits bolt upright in bed, looking around the hotel room. She takes deep
calming breaths. She looks at the phone, debating whether she should call
Kevin. No. It would be against the rules. Rex could suspect something. No
calling him. She takes more breaths, trying to deny whatever it is that
caused her to have that dream. "It couldn't be what it wasŠ I mean it could
beŠ but it wasn'tŠ isn't.. I love Kevin.. It had to be the shrimp I had for
dinnerŠ Yes that's it.. the shrimpŠ the shrimp was oldŠ or badŠ Or,ŠŠ
somethingŠ" Lucy quickly turns to the phone, picks it up and dials down to
room service. "Hello, this is Lucy Coe in room 2002, could I please have a
lot of chocolate sent up now? Everything you have. Thank you."