It's 2:30am and Emily and Lucky are sleeping soundly. Lucky lies there, a smile at the corners of his mouth as his eyes dance under his eyelids. Usually, most of his dreams wake him in the middle of the night, leaving him restless. Obviously, this is a dream he is enjoying...

Lucky takes Emily in his arms and kisses her slowly, deeply.. Emily returns his passion as she begins to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Are you sure you want this, Em?" He asks her, praying she would give him the right answer.

Emily looks into his eyes. "I've never been more sure of anything."

She gets to the last button and Lucky feels his shirt drop from his shoulders to the floor. Her lips find his again and this time, he's reaching for the loops that held her blouse together. The blouse falling away reveals the lace and silk that Lucky had to sneak quick peaks at millions of times before, whenever Emily opened one button too many or carelessly fanned her shirt. But here it was, unveiled before his eyes, but never did he expect this revelation of beauty. His breath caught in his throat as she came forward and started placing butterfly kisses along his chest.

"Make love to me, Lucky..." Emily whispered against his chest. Her voice sounded sure, but she was trembling in his arms...

Luke silently cursed himself for being so careless as he made his way back to his home. 'How could I leave my passport...of all things?' he tells himself as he walks up on the porch. He sneaks into the house quietly, trying not to wake Lucky. He figured he'd been asleep for awhile. Maybe he would go in and sneak a look at his boy before he left...

Lucky wasn't sure if the knots in his stomach were from nerves or excitement. He lifts Emily and, in one swift move, carries her over to the bed and lies her down on the pillows. He looks down in her eyes, eyes that were trying not to show her fear...and eyes that showed all the passion a 14-year-old could possess.

"I want you so much, Emily." Lucky says as he bends to trail kisses along her throat. Emily wraps her arms around him and arches herself closer...

Luke quietly runs upstairs and heads for his bedroom. He walks in and sees his passport just where he left it - so he wouldn't forget it - on the dresser next to his new cell phone number he had intended to give to Lucky before he left. Now he would have to go in and see the boy. Luke smiled, glad he had an excuse now to see Lucky again and tell him how much he loved him. Also to let him know just how proud he was of how well he is handling the present situation with his family. Luke knew this had been hard on him, but Lucky had been a champ through it all.

Luke grabs the passport and number and heads to Lucky's room.

Emily rolls over on Lucky and starts to kiss him, everywhere. She starts again at his lips, her brown mane falling over her face, tickling him as her kisses moved down to his neck. She grabs his hands from around her waist and pins them down to the bed, over his head.

Lucky laughed lightly. "Emily, you've got to stop watching 'Melrose Place'...it's really having an effect on you."

Emily looked down at him, looking incredibly older than her 14 years. "Would that effect be good or bad?" She asked as she started to move her kisses from his neck down to his chest, nibbling small bites along the path.

Lucky would have laughed again but this time he was too busy trying to keep himself from loosing consciousness.

"Oh, Em..." Lucky moaned as he squirmed beneath her. 'Oh Em, don't stop...don't stop...'

Luke walks up to Lucky's door, stopping when he hears talking. He can hear Lucky's voice, trying to make out what he's saying. He's not one to snoop, but he puts his ear to the door as he hears moaning...

"Oooh, don't stop, Em..."

Luke's face pales as he finally realizes what must be going on behind this door. He didn't know whether to burst into the room and stop this or just stand there and fill with pride at his son's Spencer way with women. Considering Lucky's only 16, he decided the pride thing had about another five years to kick in.

On the other side of the door...

Emily stirs, hearing Lucky moaning inaudibly.

"Ummm, what'd you say, Lucky?" Stretching in his arms, she turns to look up at him and realizes that he's still asleep.

Luke, hearing another voice - Emily's - decides it's now or never. He bursts into the room, switching on the light. Emily jumps up screaming, not knowing who this could be bursting into the room at...oh no, what time was it?

Lucky pulls himself out of his fantasy and opens his eyes at Emily's scream. He bolts up and looks around to see Luke standing there with a look of horror and fear in his eyes.

Luke speaks first. "Can I ask what the hell is going on in here?"

Emily scrambles to regain her composure. "Mr. Spencer...what are you doing here?"

Luke smirks at Emily. "I don't mean to sound mocking...young lady, but shouldn't I be asking you that question at 2:30am?"

Emily's face registers horror. "Oh no, please tell me it's not 2:30 in the morning!" She looks at Lucky, who is sitting there, trying to figure out if what he experienced earlier was a dream or reality.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Spencer..."

"Dad, I thought you were going to Switzerland?" Lucky asked.

Luke huffs. "Oooh boy, I just bet you did..."

"Dad...we were just sleeping..."

"It didn't sound like you were sleeping in here to me!" Luke turns to Lucky. "Would you mind explaining to me what's going on here, Cowboy...or should I say 'Loverboy'..."

Lucky, finally realizing that he had been dreaming, leaned back against the headboard, both sorry but relieved that it had all been a dream. Luke, seeing the traces of a grin on his son's face, starts to lose his patience.

"Lucky, are you going to explain yourself?" Luke says, bringing Lucky back to reality.

Lucky looks at Luke. "Hey, Dad...why are you so upset? We were just sleeping..."

"I heard more that just sleeping two seconds ago. I heard the both of you in here...now, who's gonna tell me what was going on?" Luke sits down in the chair by the window, suddenly feeling very old.

Emily, who has been standing there speechless, wondering what medieval punishment she would face when she got back home, finally speaks up. "Mr. Spencer..."

"Luke, child...please, call me Luke, I need to feel as young as possible right now."

"Alright...Luke" Emily says, not feeling comfortable on first-name basis with her boyfriend's father. "I came over earlier tonight and we watched TV, we ate popcorn, and then we must have fallen asleep..."

Luke was taking in this explanation as truth until he realized that Emily was wearing Lucky's clothes. He looks back to Lucky, who seems to be glued in bed. "Cowboy, is this true?"

Lucky turns to Luke. "Of course, Dad."

"Then can you explain why Ms. Quartermaine here is wearing your clothes?" Luke looks at Lucky. "Are you dressed?"

Lucky looks at his father as if he were crazy. "Of course I am, Dad, why wouldn't I be?"

Luke turns back to Emily. "Now, let's try this again. What really happened in here tonight? I just heard you and Lucky through that door and he was pleading for you not to stop doing...who knows what..."

"Dad, was dreaming..." Lucky interjects. He face colored brightly, and Luke finally figured out why Lucky seemed to not want to leave the confines of the bed.

Luke smiles at his boy. "Must've been one hell of a dream." Luke sits there smiling, then stops as he realizes Emily is still there.

Luke decides it's about time he acted like a parent. "Just tell me one thing, you two...honestly." Emily and Lucky both nod, Luke continues. "Well, there's no other way to put this but bluntly so..." Luke takes a deep breath. "Are you two having sex?"

Emily turns twenty different shades of red and Lucky sits there, shocked that his father would ask him something like that, especially in front of his girlfriend.

Just then, the doorbell rings. Luke sits up with a start, wondering who could possibly be ringing his doorbell at almost three in the morning. He moves to go downstairs as Lucky, seeing it was now safe to come from under the covers, follows right on his heels.

"Dad, let me explain..." Lucky says on his way downstairs as Luke opens the front door. He is shocked to have the Quartermaines barge right in to his living room.

"Well, come right on in," Luke looks at them, sarcastically, "make yourselves at home. Care for a spot of tea..."

"Where the hell is my daughter?" Alan cuts Luke off. Alan then sees Lucky standing behind Luke, looking a little more guilty than usual. "Or should I be asking your son that question?" Lucky starts to make a comment when Emily rushes down the stairs.

"Did I hear Alan...Oh no." she stops short as she sees Alan, Monica and Grandfather standing in the Spencer living room.

Edward steps forward. "What the hell...Emily get down here this instant!"

Emily walks over to Edward. Monica gasps when she sees Emily's wardrobe. Emily follows Monica's gaze and realizes she still has on Lucky's clothes. 'This looks really bad' she thought to herself.

Emily figured she'd better talk up fast. "Mom, I can explain..."

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Everyone stands there, waiting for Emily to explain why she is at her boyfriend's house at 3:00am in his clothes.

Emily realizes there's nothing to tell but the truth - which wasn't much, really. Emily looks from her parents, her grandfather, to Luke...then her gaze falls on Lucky. She gives him a 'deer caught in the headlights' look. Lucky decides it was time for him to step in and defend Emily before she had to try to defend herself.

Lucky walks over to Emily. "Look, everyone, I can explain everything..."

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say, you ...you corruptible little..." Edward says, as he tries to grab at Lucky. Emily and Lucky both back away from Edward, only to bump right into Luke, who had come up behind them. Suddenly, Lucky felt as if he and Emily were on trial, and there was nothing to even deliberate.

Luke spoke up, evenly and calmly. "Alright, alright everyone. Let's just stop and listen to what they have to say..."

"To what they have to say?" Alan chides in. "I don't have time to listen to anything but your son telling me why he has my daughter here 3:00 in the morning...and why you thought it was okay!" Alan throws Lucky a glare, causing Lucky to shrink.

Luke steps in front of Alan. "Hold on a minute! If you think I'm going to stand here and let you rag on me AND my son like that, you'd better think again, Bubba!" Alan and Luke continue to exchange words and Edward begins to interject, while Monica is standing there, shaking her head, wondering where she went wrong.

It was all Lucky could take. He turns and goes upstairs. Emily is wondering why he would leave her down here to fend for herself.

Alan's eyes followed Lucky upstairs. "And where is he going? We're not finished here!" Alan turns to Emily. "You see? Do you see how he's deserted you in a jam? Is that the kind of relationship you want, someone who can't even defend you when you need him..."

"Will you all just please be quiet for one minute!" Emily screams as she puts her hands over her ears. Everyone stops talking and look at Emily. She goes on. "If everyone would calm down, I can explain..."

"There's no need for that, Em." Lucky comes back downstairs, with the outfit that Emily had on earlier. He comes to stand right next to her, holding the clothing high for all to see.

Lucky starts slowly. "Emily came over, we had pizza, whatever. I dropped the pizza on her outfit, she figured it could be saved if she got the stain out immediately ...apparently it didn't work, as you can see from the stain right here." He points to the pizza stain on her outfit and continues. "I gave her something to put on while this outfit was hanging to dry. We went back into my room, watched some TV, then we ended up falling asleep. She was just going to take a quick nap and then I was going to bring her home. But as you see, we fell asleep and slept until my Dad...who was NOT here by the way, came back for whatever reason..."

"I forgot my passport." Luke says. "And a good thing I did, because these Quartermaines would have come here to crucify you and I wouldn't have been here."

Alan looks at Luke unbelievably. "So you believe this story?"

"My son doesn't lie to me." Luke says. He turns to Lucky. "And what I heard through that door..."

"I was dreaming Dad." Lucky tried to give him the signal not to bring this up. "I must have been talking in my sleep..."

"And then I woke up and asked him what he said, only to realize he was still asleep." Emily added. "That must've been when you heard my voice.

Alan turns to Monica "Do you believe this story, Monica?"

Monica looks at Lucky. "Well, I know that Lucky is not a liar and I trust my daughter." She turns to Emily. "Is what Lucky's saying the truth, Emily?"

"Yes, Mom, it's the whole truth." Emily feels relieved that someone actually believes them.

Monica breathes for the first time in fifteen minutes. "Then I believe them." Alan groans in disgust. "Oh Alan, come on, look at them. I couldn't believe they were no more sexually active than..." Monica looks around at all the adults that are staring at her, as if she were the most naïve woman alive. She rethinks her reply. "...well, I mean, I don't really know, but..."

"Dr. Quartermaine, may I say something?" Lucky interjects. Monica nods. Lucky looks around at everyone, deciding it's time to defend himself and the girl that meant the world to him.

Lucky begins. "Everyone, I know what you all see here looks pretty bad, and I can't blame you all for being suspicious. I'm sure there are a million questions running around in your heads right now and I intend to put a stop to them." He looks at Emily, who has that little kitten look again. He realizes he would move the earth for her if he could. He takes her hand in his, sending her signals that everything was going to be alright.

He continues. "I can only speak truthfully when I tell you that...Emily means everything to me. She's what has gotten me through these past few months, with my parents being here half the time and I not knowing what's going on in my own head. I would never do anything to hurt your daughter or granddaughter. Emily is a wonderful and responsible young lady and I would never try to get her to do something she wouldn't want to do."

Lucky looks around at everyone. "I know the question of whether or not Emily and I are having sex has crossed all of your minds at one time or another, so let me set your minds at ease." He looks a little embarrassed by what he's about to admit. He notices that everyone else is looking a little uncomfortable, too.

"I have never had sex with Emily...nor with anyone else, for that matter." He responds to the shock registered on all of the Quartermaine faces. "Yes, Emily and I are both virgins....and for what it's worth, we're planning to keep it that way for a long, long time. Emily is my world, I don't want to jeopardize loosing her, I can't. If you knew how much I cared about her, you would never question my respect for her."

He turns to Emily. "I'm sorry, Em...sorry for all of this." With that, Lucky turns and goes upstairs.

The Quartermaines stand there, feeling ashamed that a 15-year old had to put them in their place.

Emily walks over to Monica. "I'll be right back." She whispers. She turns to go upstairs, then turns back. " You all know that I need him...like the air I breathe, but I'm not ready to have sex with him. I hope you can all learn to trust us and not always accuse us." She then heads upstairs after Lucky.

They all stand around, Luke speaks up. "That's some little lady you have there, Monica."

"And that's quite a young man you have yourself, Luke." Monica grins.

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Emily walks back into Lucky's room to find him sitting in the window frame, staring out at the dark. She doesn't know what to say, so she goes around the other side of the bed and picks up her sandals and bag. She comes to stand in front of him.

"They really do like you, Lucky, they've told me so. It's just that they are a little over-protective of me..."

"I know, I know." Lucky says as he turns to face her. He seems suddenly deflated. He looks up into her eyes. "I just wish they really could understand how I feel about you."

"I understand, Lucky." Emily says. She drops her things and throws her arms around him, he wraps his arms around her waist and hugs her tightly.

She holds on to him for dear life. "I love you so much..."

The words were out before she had time to retract them. She wondered if she had made a mistake. She was always told to let the guy reveal what he's feeling first. '...If a girl spills her beans first, then the guy will NEVER let the girl know how he feels'. She suddenly felt...she wasn't sure, fear - of revealing too much? What?

Lucky could feel Emily tensing. He pulls away and looks in her eyes. He sees the doubt in them, as if she may have revealed more than she really intended to. Lucky shakes his head at her as he smiles.

"Emily, don't you know how much I love you?

Emily, not sure what to say, stands there looking in his eyes. She wanted to believe that she had heard correctly, but she wasn't too sure...

"I love you, Emily." Lucky says, cutting into her thoughts. "I love you so much sometimes...I can't even breathe." He feels himself starting to shiver. He blames it on the emotional roller coaster he's just been on with everyone, he doesn't realize it only happens when he's near her. He kisses her softly, hating to let her go, but not wanting to chance seeing Alan running upstairs with a baseball bat...

"We'd better get you downstairs." He says after he breaks the kiss. As she moves away from him, he reaches down and picks up her bag. He looks at her in his shorts again, letting out a low whistle. "You do look great in my shorts, Em."

Emily steps into her sandals and takes her bag from him. "They could still stand to be a little more loose. Guess it was that third slice of pizza, huh?"

Lucky laughs. "No, I guess it's called 'curves', something us guys don't have." He puts his hands on her hips and brings her close to him. "Nor do we have nice, big thighs..."

"Cut that out!" She swats at him playfully. She stares at him for a moment, recalling the earlier incident. "Lucky? What were you dreaming about...earlier tonight when your father walked in? Lucky felt the color rush up from his neck.

Emily sort of got the idea. She went on. "Was it about me?"

He looks at her with a sheepish grin. "Uh huh...and me."

"Really?" Emily started to smile. She was hoping he would say that. She wraps her arms around him neck again. "Tell me about it."

Lucky shakes his head violently. "No, no, no...I don't think so."

Emily ran her fingers through his hair. "Come on, Lucky, tell me..."

"I'm not going to tell you!" Lucky teased her. "There's no way I'm going to tell you what we were doing in that dream..."

"What we were doing?!?" Emily's eyes got wide and she started to blush slightly. "What were we doing, Lucky?"

Lucky kissed her playfully. "Nothing we'll be doing any time soon, that's for sure."

Emily gave up the battle. "Okay, I fold. Maybe you'll tell me one day." She looked at him seriously. "Then, could you do me another favor, Lucky?"

"Anything..." Lucky says.

Emily smiles at him. "Could you say it again...please? I just want to make sure I heard right."

"What? That you have healthy thighs..."

"Lucky!"

Lucky laughs out loud at her blushing. He stands and, face to face, he tells her, "I love you, Emily Bowen-Quartermaine... I love you with all my heart."

Emily could feel her chest constricting. She was not going to get mushy and cry. "I love you, too...Lucas Lorenzo Spencer the 2nd." She laughs. "No wonder you call yourself Lucky, it's much simpler."

Lucky takes her hand in his. "Come on, let's go." They go downstairs to rejoin the clan that was waiting for them.

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Lucky and Emily come downstairs. Monica is relieved to see a smile on her daughter's face. 'I guess he really does make her happy' she thought.

"So are we ready to go?" Monica announces.

"Yes, I am." Emily says. She turns to Luke. "Goodnight, Mr. Spenc...I mean, Luke."

"Goodnight, darlin'." Luke says.

Lucky turns and says to everyone, "I'm sorry that we caused you all unnecessary stress tonight, it wasn't intentional."

"It's okay, Cowboy." Luke says as he pats Lucky on the shoulder.

Monica walks over to Lucky. "Thank you, Lucky, for taking care of my little girl." She cups his face in her hands and looks at him with sincerity. "I'm sorry I've misjudged you...again. You're a very nice young boy and I should have realized that a long time ago." She kisses Lucky on the cheek and backs away. She turns to Alan and Edward. "Come on, you two, let's go home."

Alan and Edward head out the door with barely a goodnight, Monica follows them out. Emily, turning once more, gives Lucky a quick peck on the lips and follows Monica out the door.

Luke closes the door behind them as Lucky walks over to the couch and plops down on it, exhausted. Luke then follows Lucky over to the couch and perches on the arm rest.

"So, Cowboy..." Luke banters, smiling. "You wanna tell me about that dream...?"

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