Author's Note:


So, I only started this because I don't have access to my multi-chapter right now. But I think this will be a two-parter, possibly three. Here's part one…enjoy! (Based on medianet pictures for the week of February 15th.)

Also, I want to give a quick thank you to everyone who reads and reviews my stories. I get a little thrill every time I see a new one, lol.

Dante Falconari moved restlessly on the hospital bed. He'd always hated any injury that kept him immobilized. He remembered vividly the broken arm he'd had in high school. God, it was awful. Not being able to move, to play baseball. The only upside he could remember was the sympathy he'd gotten from the girls in his class. They'd been more than willing to help him with books, or giving him a ride somewhere. Dante grinned fondly at the memory, and was still smiling as the door to his room opened.

His smile faded slowly as she stepped in, and visions of every other girl he'd ever dated flew from his thoughts. Her hands were full, but he hardly noticed the flowers and bags she carried. Her cheeks were glowing, her hair was glossy and full, her red lips (God, her lips!), and her long legs, down to the completely impractical heels. He took it in, his eyes flashing over her entire body.

He dragged his gaze back up to her face, where she beamed at him, seemingly unable to hold in her happiness, and his entire heart warmed as he looked at her. How in the world had he managed this? How had he managed to get this insanely beautiful, funny, quirky, completely unbelievable woman to fall in love with him? His hand absently scratched his chest, a new habit he was hardly aware of, as he watched her saunter into his room.

Lulu Spencer couldn't hold back the smile as she saw Dante, sitting straight up, alert, eyes impatient, ready to get out of the hospital and be on with things. She'd never been as scared in her life as she was the night he'd been shot. Over and over she'd prayed for him to come through the surgery alive. Over and over she'd replayed moments in her head. Their first kiss, the moment she'd seen him burst into the room Franco had held her captive, the kiss they'd shared in the limo after the opera, the night they professed their love…that kiss…

She cleared her throat.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so physically affected by a man. He was in her thoughts constantly. She'd taken to daydreaming at work, only to be interrupted, blushing furiously, as Maxie ran in and out of the office, barking demands.

Lulu took in Dante's expression and smiled as she approached his bedside. "For you!" she said happily, and he took the bold red flowers from her outstretched hand. He tried to pull himself together, keeping his thoughts away from the memory of how her lips felt against his, or how her hair felt when he clenched it tightly in his fist…

He cleared his throat.

He opened his mouth to thank her for the flowers, and she took off her coat. His mouth stopped, partly open, and the flowers fell limply onto the bed.

The dress was skin-tight, the same bold red as the bouquet of flowers. The neckline left his imagination reeling, and he had to fight to draw his eyes back up. Lulu's eyes laughed down at him, and he shook his head slowly.

"You're killing me," he warned, and she tilted her head and placed her hands on her hips.

"That's not what I was aiming for," she whispered, and he nearly groaned. He reached out and slid a hand just under hers, at her hip. He could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric of the dress, and he kneaded lightly.

"Come here," Dante demanded, his voice husky, and she was helpless not to. As she bent low, he suddenly reached up with his other hand, and held her neck firmly. Their lips met in a slow, sultry kiss, lips moving smoothly, soothing, and warm.

Dante gripped Lulu's neck and angled her head, and she fell apart. All the emotion that had been swimming through her for days burst out, and she poured herself into the kiss, reaching up to hold Dante's face, threading her hands through his hair. She made a small sound in the back of her throat, and he only gripped her more tightly. They kissed breathlessly, every part of their bodies rejoicing in Dante's survival, every part remembering his brush with death, remembering other moments, like a movie reel on fast forward, and the kiss intensified all over again. A small part of Dante's brain registered the beeping coming from far away, but he refused to let her go. She consumed him, was a part of him, and he brought her closer, tugging her until she half fell on the bed next to him. He needed to feel her, just needed to be closer, and he allowed his hands to leave her neck and race over her body. She'd been careful to not fall directly on his chest, and so she was partly on his right arm, partly on the bed, and he filled one hand with her breast as the other hand reached down to grasp her backside. Her breath caught in her throat and he swallowed the gasp hungrily, not allowing her to absorb the shock, but forcing each new feeling quickly, urgently.

Lulu bent her knee and brought her leg up over Dante's, and his hand immediately started seeking the end of her dress. He found the hem and tugged at the dress as she pressed against him. His hand trailed up, and the skirt hitched further as he spread his palm against her underwear and gripped. The attention he was giving her breast grew firmer, stronger, and he slid his hand inside the deep neckline, finally feeling her for the first time, the warmth of her skin, the hardness of her nipple as he flicked his thumb across it. Lulu's hand was busy finding its way under the sheet, and he made a small groan against her mouth as she found him, rock hard. He shifted slightly to allow her better access, and she moved her hand up, slowly stroking the tip with her thumb, and he was nearly mindless with wanting her.

Somewhere in the back in his mind the beeping continued, faster now, and louder. The door flew open and Epiphany stood, the light from the hallway pooling into the room.

"Jesus," Dante grunted, and somehow managed to toss part of the blanket over Lulu, who seemed frozen in shock. Epiphany shook her head as she stalked in to check Dante's monitors, clucking her tongue. By the time she'd finished, Lulu had buried her face in Dante's shoulder, and he had a feeling she had no intention of surfacing while the nurse was still in the room.

He gave Epiphany a rueful smile, but she stopped him before he could speak.

"Do you want to be released from this hospital or not, Mr. Falconari?" she demanded.

Dante attempted an innocent look. "Absolutely. In fact-,"

"Then I suggest you save the physical activities for another time. Miss Spencer, you've volunteered here enough to know better," she admonished, glaring at the blonde hair that lay strewn across Dante's chest. Lulu nodded without lifting her head.

"Humph," Epiphany sniffed, and walked back to the door. She stopped just before leaving and spoke without turning around. "I'm assuming you also remember, Miss Spencer, how to reconnect the monitors once they've been disconnected." And with that, she exited, closing the door behind her.

Lulu brought her head up slowly, her body shaking with laughter. Dante blew out a breath and grinned back at her. Lulu straightened and slid off the bed, ignoring Dante's protests. She checked the monitor Epiphany had been at, and smiled slowly.

"She turned off your blood-pressure cuff," Lulu said, bending over Dante once again, resting her arms on either side of him. "But she's right, you know," Lulu admitted. "We should probably check with your doctor before doing much more."

Dante let out a sigh, and Lulu laughed. "Just think of it as…anticipation," she suggested.

"If I anticipate much more, I'm going to-" he growled, only to be cut off again by Lulu, as she slid back onto the bed.

"It'll be fine," she said sympathetically. "But in the meantime, there are…other…things we could do. Things that you could just…lie there for."

Dante raised his eyebrows. "Really?" he asked in disbelief. "Nah," he said, almost instantly, with a laugh, only to stop immediately as Lulu slid her hand down once again.

"Why not?" she grinned, and found him still hard. "Just don't let me forget to turn the monitor back on later."

As she slid down beneath the sheets, he let his head fall back against the pillow.

This was nothing like his broken arm in high school, was the last thing Dante thought before she took him in her mouth. This was so much better.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

EDITED TO ADD ADDITIONAL A/N:


Obviously there are some flaws, lol. I doubt Lulu's volunteer work had her shutting monitors on and off willy nilly. Nor do I think Epiphany would condone such behavior. ;)

But, as long as you pretend this is actual GH writing (as in, no consistency and requires extreme suspension of disbelief) then you should be fine!