Disclaimer: I do not own General Hospital or any of the characters portrayed on there. All subjects in this story are pure fiction and any resemblance they may have to actual events is just a coincidence.
Rating: M for sexual content and language.
Pairings: Sam and Lucky. Lulu and Logan. Maxie and Coop. Possibly Liz and Jason friendship leading to more.
Summary: Mostly Lucky and Sam. The other characters stories will tie in with their's though. One night leads to a not so secret affair. While comforting one another's broken hearts Lucky and Sam find themselves believing in love once more. Lulu must decide if she wants to explore her budding feelings for Logan, despite his admission to sleeping with Maxie. Maxie finds herself in a rather difficult predicament when the stick turns blue; the question on every one's mind: Who is the father?
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The cool whisper of the night breeze teases across her damp flesh. Closing her eyes, Sam leans her cheek against the side of the hot tub. A bit of wood bites into her skin. She barely notices. To many thoughts race through her mind. All the warnings, the threats; over and over again they replayed. Nicholas would be proud. They were starting to sink in. Lucky was a decent guy. He deserved a shot at happiness. If he thought he could find it with Elizabeth, then who was she to stand in his way?
Her lips part softly as a sigh passes across them. Slowly, she opens her eyes. She blinks, frowning slightly. Lucky stares back at her, an odd look on his face. "I thought you went home," Sam whispers. Her mouth suddenly felt like cotton. The tip of her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips.
"I changed my mind." His full lips twist into a rather sardonic smile. Her heart starts to pound, beating wildly against her chest. She watches as he peals his dark blue Henley over his head, tossing it aside. He bends slightly, tugging his boots off. He doesn't bother removing his faded and ripped jeans; choosing instead to just climb over the edge of the hot tub.
Sam shivers as he pulls her slender body flush against his. It wasn't from the balmy night air, but from the feel of his skin against her own. The tip of one of his long fingers traces her mouth. Her dark eyes raise to meet his. "I have to tell you something." The breathless voice didn't even sound like her own. "I haven't been honest with you. I've…I wanted to get back at them." There was no need to say who 'them' was. They both knew. Jason and Liz. "I was going to use…" He presses the finger that had moments ago traced her mouth firmly against her lips. A silent plea for her to say no more. "Lucky, you don't understand."
"You're wrong. I do. I understand better than you might think." There is no room for argument in his voice. Nor is there any doubt in his eyes as he lowers his mouth to her's. She moans slightly as his lips brush across her own, teasing her. Lifting her small body, he settles her on her lap, her legs splayed on either side of his thighs. The rough denim of his jeans scrapes across the sensitive flesh of her womanhood. It isn't an unpleasant sensation, mostly because she can feel his hard cock straining against the material. She rocks her hips, smiling even as his mouth devours her's.
She can feel his fingers toying with the strings of her bikini top, gently working them loose. The black lycra soon floats to the other side of the hot tub, propelled by the bubbling jets of water. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her body closer. She couldn't get enough of the feel of his skin against her's. It wasn't like she hadn't felt other men's skin, she had, more than her fair share. This was different. This was Lucky.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands filling with the twin globes of her breasts. The pad of one thumb peaks a nipple before the tip of tongue flicks across it. She sucks in her breath, letting out a small whimper when he nips the small bud. His mouth moves back up her neck, hot and wet. Her nails dig into the flesh of his neck as their lips met once more. She lifts her hips slightly, helping him drag the bottoms of her suit off. She slides her hands down the front of his chest, finding the snap and zipper of his jeans. They both laugh softly when the zipper sticks. He is the one to shoves the heavy denim pants past his hips, as well as his dark gray boxers.
The tip of his cock teases against her entrance. Her breath quickens to small pants as he starts to enter. Inch by inch she takes the length of him inside her. She cries out as he suddenly thrusts deep. She eagerly meets each thrust, not bothering to hold back. It was like heaven, or the closest she would ever come to heaven. She lets her head fall back as he buries his face in her neck. Over head the stars shine down, witnessing the joining of two tortured souls trying to find some semblance of comfort.