Chapter 6

Elizabeth was fighting with herself to push him away, but she wasn't able to, lost in the sensations she was having just by kissing him. So the only good job she was doing was to bring him even closer to her, caressing his lips with her own.

Lucky was going crazy, his heart was about to bail out of his chest. Never before had he felt this alive, this electrified kissing a girl, and, let's face it, Elizabeth wasn't the first one he kissed. She gently opened her mouth, and Lucky understood the signal, slowly exploring her mouth with his tongue, getting her to tighten the grip her arms were forming behind his neck.

Elizabeth felt Lucky's arms crossing around her waist, and she got even closer to him, not that it was even possible. Her arms left his neck to take the same position as his, around his waist, getting their lower bodies closer than before, all while getting their shoulders away from one another.

Lucky thought he was dreaming when he felt Elizabeth pulling him by his belt, and they fell down on a pile of haystack, Lucky on top of her, not for a second his mouth leaving hers. Lucky smiled as they tried to untangled their legs, and Elizabeth pulled back from his body long enough to take her coat off, and he did the same, their lips still caressing each other's.

Elizabeth pulled Lucky on top of her, caressing his hair with her hands, while his hands were exploring her sides. Their eyes were closed, but they were seeing each other. Lucky had one leg between hers, as his tongue was slowly dancing with hers. This was nuts. Here he was, in a barn, making out with his arch enemy. Not that he would stop for a second. He wouldn't have been able even if he wanted to. Here, now, nothing mattered except Elizabeth and Lucky, two people deeply into each other, but too stupid to admit they had feelings for one another.

Elizabeth pushed him away, just for him to roll on his back, and she took his place on top. She got on her knees, and took off her sweatshirt, pulling her t-shirt along. Lucky saw her skin, and quickly sat to kiss her belly-button, getting her to giggle, as the sight of her faded away with the fall of her shirt back in its place. Still sitting, Lucky took possession of her mouth again, when he realized something.

"-You'll freeze to death, he said, her mouth still on his
-I think you can figure out some ways tto keep me warm don't you, she answered with a smile, never leaving his lips
-I think I can do that, Lucky answered,, in a little laugh, falling on his back again. "

Elizabeth's legs were along Lucky's, getting him to feel her body close to his, driving him crazy. He put his arms around her back, holding her close, his hands going up and down on the material of her shirt. He had to make sure she wasn't freezing. Although, if she was feeling the same things he was, she sure wasn't cold. Far from it.

Elizabeth's mouth left Lucky's for a while, exploring his cheek, jawbone, the side of his face, all the way to his ear. She was leaving a trail of kisses, and she took his earlobe in her mouth, slowly passing her tongue on it. She knew this would drive him wild, and she was right, as she felt his chest under hers going up and down faster. Her mouth came in front of him again, kissing his neck, all the way to his Adam's apple. She felt him swallow and she smiled. He was under her spell now.

Lucky took her head in his hands, bringing her mouth on his again, in a hungry and demanding kiss. Still holding her head, he took the same path she did on him only seconds ago. It was his turn to drive her over the edge. Both her hands were on his chest, as she moaned softly under the touch of his tongue on her neck. Lucky rolled on her again, and it was his turn to take his sweatshirt off, and Elizabeth was surprised to see his bare chest. She kissed his shoulders, kissing his chest in between.

"-Now you will freeze! She said, as she was back working on his neck
-Oh trust me, he answered, I'm far fromm cold"

She laughed at his comment, before kissing his lips again. She knew what he meant, oh boy, did she know what he meant.

Her hands were exploring his bare back, pleasantly surprised. Even though he looked skinny, she could feel his discrete muscles under his skin. Lucky felt her caress the small of his back, feeling the pressure her arms were doing on his waistband.

Elizabeth was beginning to feel frustrated, as Lucky's hands refused to caress her other than on her sides. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her, she was physically feeling it. Lucky felt her hands going on his jeans, caressing his behind. Elizabeth's mouth left his, and went back to work on his ear.

"-I know you want me, she whispered, getting him to moan softly. And I want you too. Make love to me"
Lucky took her lips on hers gently, almost lovingly, before he pulled back and sat on the edge on the haystack. He took his shirt and put it back on, nervously passing a hand in his hair.

"-What's the matter? Elizabeth asked, halfway sitting, kissing his shoulder on the fabric of his shirt.
-Elizabeth -- Lucky said, facing her. GGod you are so beautiful. He gently passed a hand on the side of her face, and she kissed it. This is not what you want.
-What to you mean "this is not what I wwant"?
-Listen to me, please. It's not that I don't want you, believe me, I do, but I don't want to make love to you now, like that.
-Like what?
-Look, I'm not a prude OK? I've done thhings you can't even possibly imagine in my life in places worst than this. I don't care about having sex, it wouldn't be the first time I did, but you are not like that!
-How do you know? She asked. She was frrustrated at him for leading her on
-Elizabeth you are too good to give youurself for a quickie in a barn!
-You're right about something. She saidd, getting up and putting her sweatshirt back on. I'm too good for something. TOO GOOD FOR YOU!"

Lucky gasped under the surprise of her words full of hatred. He really thought they were passed it, after everything they just did, everything they just felt. He got up and tried to take her in his arms, make her understand he didn't say that to insult her, but that she meant too much to him to let her throw herself away like that. She was better than that. He didn't care about her being a Cassadine, a bunch of worthless, pathetic creeps. She wasn't like them, she was better. Better than him even. She had a purity, a beauty, just something about her that was telling him it wasn't the right time for them to be intimate, but she angrily pulled away from his embrace, and nearly ran to the other side of the barn.

"-Elizabeth...
-You know what? I ought to thank you, ffor stopping me from making the BIGGEST, STUPIDEST MISTAKE IN MY LIFE!"

Her words just cut him like a thousand knifes. She wasn't thanking him to respect her, she was thanking him because he was a Spencer and she was too much of a good person to give herself to. Lucky felt rage running through his veins, as he turned around, frustrated.

Elizabeth looked at his back, and felt tears filling her eyes. She was about to make the worst mistake of her life just now. If Lucky hadn't stopped them, he would've seen how much he meant to her, how much she was already deeply in love with him. She was mad at herself. Mad at the fact that she wasn't able to get his kisses, his touch out of her mind. Mad at the mistake she almost made, giving herself to the son of her father's worst enemy. Stefan would've never forgave her, and she would've lost the only loving family she ever knew. Nikolas would've been so mad at her, they both would've looked at her with shame in their eyes. Lucky was not worth losing her family. No one was worth that much. Maybe if she kept telling herself that, she might actually believe it one day.

"-You know what? Said Lucky, turning around. You're not too good for me, I'M too good for YOU!"

She was about to answer something mean, something that would make his hair raise on the back of his head, when they heard a banging on the door, as someone was trying to kick it down.

"-ELIZABETH? They heard. ARE YOU IN THERE?"

It was Stefan. Elizabeth ran to the door, took the haystack out of the way, and opened the door. Both her father and brother were there, and she jumped in Stefan's arms, burying her head in his chest.

"-Are you OK? We saw your car down the road on our way to your contest, and then we saw Lucky's in the ditch, said Nikolas, as he passed one hand on her shoulder.
-Yeah I'm ok, she answered. I had a flaat tire and Lucky stopped to give me a ride to the nearest pay phone, but he lost control of the car of an ice disc. We hid out here, away from the storm.
-Well, I'm just glad you are OK. Said SStefan. Thank you Lucky. Come on, I'll take both of you home"

Stefan took Elizabeth's coat from the haystack, put it on her shoulder, and got out of the barn. Nikolas was standing in the middle of it, looking at Lucky.

"-Nikolas? Are you coming? Asked Stefan
-In a minute Father. Nikolas answered, as Stefan took Elizabeth to the car. You better hope to God you didn't touch a hair on her head Spencer. Nikolas said -I'm not my father OK? Lucky answered, angry. If my mom was stupid enough to forgive him, that's not my problem, I live with it, but I wouldn't rape your sister!
-Oh yeah? That's why she ran into my faather's arms just now? What did you do to her?
-Nothing! And even if I f*cked her withh her consent right here, it's not of your damn business"

Nikolas took Lucky by the shirt so fast, the young brother didn't have the chance to defend himself. Nikolas pushed him on the nearest beam so hard, Lucky's breath left his body and his teeth shattered as his head and back violently hit the wood.

"-Don't you EVER say something like that about her again you hear me? Said Nikolas, his mouth only inches away from Lucky's ear, as Lucky closed his eyes under the pain he was feeling from being out of breath."

Nikolas left him and walked to the door.

"-We'll call you a tow truck from the town not too far from here. I don't want you getting back to Port Charles with us. Nikolas said, pointing at his brother. You say away from her. "

Lucky saw Nikolas leave the barn and only then he allowed himself to slip on the floor, gasping for his breath and holding the back of his head.