So today on GH Dante finally affirmed to Lulu that he was an undercover cop! AH their scenes in the water were so cute, and I love that Dante told her he was not leaving her alone. So I decided it was time to post another chapter. I'm so happy that you guys are liking this story, because I am really enjoying writing it. Dante/Lulu are my new muse ( even though I still love JaSam, don't get me wrong).
So on with the chapter. This chapter is has a high T rating. I couldn't help but make them sexy. ;]
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He woke up the next morning to find a note taped on his door. All that was written on it was a phone number in rather girlish handwriting. It had to be hers. Maybe she had dropped it off to Mike to tape to his door. Maybe she even made the effort to come tape it to the door herself. Either way, he finally had her number.
Who knew it would take so long? It had never been this difficult to get any other girl's phone number before. Then again, whatever was going on between him and Lulu was just too strange to be judged by any normal benchmarks.
He dialed the number and immediately the phone was answered.
"Hello. You have reached Lulu's phone. This is the lovely- and arguably most lovely- Maxie Jones. How may I be of service?"
He laughed. "I wasn't aware this was some sort of escort service run through Miss Spencer's cell phone."
"Excuse me, I don't even know who you are but first off, I am glaring at you over the phone even though you can't see. Second, Lulu is busy at the moment trying to move around our furniture so I am answering her phone for her. "
"Lovely. So now this involves cruel labor."
"Why am I still talking to you?"
He sighed. Maxie was fun to talk to, but she wasn't the reason he was calling. "Could you just tell Lulu that Dominic called for her? Once you stop enslaving her off course."
"Wait, this is Dominic?" He could hear her whole tone change. "Lulu will be right here. Give me a second." He heard the phone quickly drop with a thud, and a bit of arguing in the background. He didn't know Maxie Jones that well, but from his impression of her she could get anything she wanted done.
She got back on the phone. "Lulu is right here. And by the way, I forgive you for insulting me. "
He then heard a yelp, followed by a defeated voice. "Hello?"
"Don't sound so ecstatic Lulu; it'll only hurt my feelings." He said jokingly.
"No." she said quickly, "Sorry. Maxie is just a little overbearing at times."
"No I'm not!" He could hear Maxie yell right before the door closed.
Lulu sighed. "Finally. Some peace and quiet. So, what's up?"
He took a big breath. "I was calling to collect my date I was promised."
"I promised you nothing of the kind."
"Are we still going to deny it? I mean really, get some new material here Lulu." He said with a chuckle.
"Alright then." She said begrudgingly. "Where are we going?"
"Wherever you want. It'll be my treat."
"Oh the joys of spending time with you." He could imagine her cute eye roll at this remark. "How about we just meet a Kelly's for some dinner tonight? I guess I'll have to eat eventually."
"Ouch. Way to bruise my delicate ego. And if I had known you were such a cheap date I would have forced this idea of us going out way sooner."
"You did." She said, laughing softly into the phone. He smiled at her delicate laughter. "So I'll meet you at around seven tonight?"
"Sure." He said, hanging up the phone after the proper goodbye. He didn't know what was going on between them at this point. She didn't exactly hate him anymore. She was attracted to him for sure. She affirmed that after practically jumping him twice. But dislike and attraction were not necessarily correlated with like.
Relationships were complicated, and a relationship with Lulu Spencer of all people in town would be so ridiculously convoluted. First off, he was undercover. She didn't even know his real identity. She didn't know his purpose for being in Port Charles. On top of that, her dad and Sonny were apparently known as being close friends. In all honesty, what loyalty did she have to him, a lowly supposed soldier in the Corinthos organization as opposed to the humanized version of Sonny she knew?
Everything was all screwed up, but there was no going back now. He liked being with her. In a short matter of time, Lulu Spencer had wormed her way into his heart and he didn't know how to keep his head on straight anymore.
Was she into all that romantic stuff? Flowers and candy? Maybe all he needed to do was show her chivalry wasn't dead to win a couple points in her book. He didn't exactly know the details of her past relationships, but obviously something went very wrong with her and John Zacchara. He had to show her he wasn't just any other mobster, without of course actually inferring that he was a cop. God, it even got confusing in his own mind.
Then again, what was he even thinking chasing after her? It's not like they could ever even have a real relationship. She agreed to date him with the impression that he was a mobster. She agreed to date the most vile and corrupt entity he knew and that idea in itself made him sick. What would happen if she ever found out he was an undercover cop? Would the initial attraction be gone? It was inevitable that his mind would always come back in full circle to the secret he was keeping from everyone in Port Charles.
Maybe his mother was right. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten so close to the Corinthos children. Maybe he shouldn't have grown to respect Jason, Johnny, and even Sonny over time. Maybe he should have just stayed off the case and packed up back to Brooklyn the first chance he got.
In his mind though, he knew that wasn't possible. No matter how hard he tried to walk away from mob, he would always be drawn back to his hatred of it. The anger and pain in his heart couldn't just be erased because he had grown to respect these people. They were mobsters. They were responsible for the deaths of innocent people that they treated like pawns in their own twisted game. He couldn't forget what happened to Mr. Piletti even if he tried.
Pushing all thoughts out of his head, he left the apartment at around six and decided to just walk to Lulu's apartment. He would just surprise her at her place, and then they could walk back to Kelly's together. If he sat in his apartment any longer his mind would just wander to the same things and frankly he needed some fresh air to clear his head.
The nice sunny day outside had suddenly turned into a downpour by the time he reached her apartment. He was soaked to the bone once he reached her door. Perfect. Well, it was now or never. He knocked on the door only to have the door immediately opened.
"Maxie, seriously I don't have time for…" she trailed off once she saw that he clearly wasn't Maxie. "Obviously you aren't Maxie." She said a bit uncomfortably.
His mind was traveling in a couple different directions, considering that all Lulu was dressed in at the moment was a small tank top and pajama shorts that didn't seem to cover much of anything. "Yeah I guess I'm not. I just thought we could walk over to Kelly's together, but that was before it started to downpour."
"Yeah I can see that." She said, while looking over his wet clothes. "Alright come in and try not to get everything wet. I'll see if I have any clothes you can wear so I can put yours in the dryer."
He watched her rush into the next room while he entered and closed the door behind him. He looked around the apartment again. Damn. The last time he had been here he had almost slept with her. He had been so close to her and so close to letting it happen. Thank God his common sense kicked in because he would have felt like a jerk if he had done anything with her when she was that upset.
"Here. Wear these." She threw a pair of clothes at him. He also noticed she had changed into jeans and a more modest top. She guided him to the bathroom. "Just give me your wet clothes once you've changed so I can throw them in the dryer."
He walked into the bathroom and looked at the clothes she had given him. They were sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt: clearly a male's clothes. Did Lulu keep any of John's old clothes at her apartment here? The idea of him wearing John's clothes at this moment did not exactly sit well, but he put the clothes on anyway to get out of his wet clothes.
She was standing at the end of the hall. Once he came by, she took his wet clothes. "Why don't you go sit in the living room? I'll just be a second in putting these clothes in the dryer."
"Getting all domestic on me are you? You do know that is a big turn on for me." He said cheekily, trying to break the awkwardness between them. She just rolled her eyes at him and walked past.
He went into the living room and saw the kitchen. Maybe he could just make dinner at her apartment for them to eat. It was raining way too hard to walk all the way back to Kelly's, then walk her back to her apartment, and then walk back to Kelly's to his room. He looked around her kitchen at what was in the cabinets and smiled. Perfect.
"What are you doing?" She said, watching him dig through her cabinets and take out pasta sauce and a glass tray.
"Making you dinner of course. You have to be hungry by now, and I figured it was raining too hard to walk to Kelly's. Plus, I can make you some amazing lasagna with what you have here."
She looked at him curiously. "You can cook?"
"Why do you seem so surprised?" He put lasagna pasta in the boiling pot of water.
"You just don't seem like the type."
He grinned at her. "I guess I'm just full of surprises."
She held her hands up in defeat. "I guess so." She looked over at him methodically piling the sauce into the glass tray with the pasta sheets. "Can I help with anything here?"
"Sure, just chop up those vegetables."
He was surprised at how easily she agreed to him cooking for her. Maybe she was finally opening up to the idea of him being around. "So, I'm guessing these aren't your clothes I'm wearing right? Did John Zacchara leave these behind?"
Oh God. He was an idiot. Did he really just say that without thinking? For an undercover cop who was supposed to watch what he said he was epically failing every time he was around her.
Her knife stopped as she looked over at him a little uncomfortably. "No, I just went into Maxie's room and took some of Spinelli's clothes. Johnny didn't leave any clothes here after we broke up." Maxie and Spinelli. Crap. He forgot about them. He jumped to the wrong conclusion and now there was just an uncomfortable silence between them as they separately cooked.
She broke the awkward silence first. "So, where did you learn to cook like this?" She pushed the chopped vegetables towards him.
He grabbed them and started adding them into the layers. "It was one of the many benefits of living with my Ma. Every night when she would come home from work she would make me help her cook dinner. I swear, I remember her saying that it would come in handy with women."
She laughed. Not a fake laugh. A genuine laugh. "So let me guess, this is you charming me?"
"I don't know Lulu. Is it working?" He grinned at her.
"I don't know Dominic. How about we wait and see?" She said, a little hesitantly. Sometimes he felt like ever step forward he went Lulu forced her to retreat a step back. Why was she so guarded all the time? The only time he had ever seen her not guarded was that day in the park she opened up about her family.
He put the lasagna in the oven and set the timer. "All right. It'll be like a half hour before the lasagna's done."
She leaned against the counter with her head against the refrigerator and smiled. If he remembered only one thing about Lulu Spencer it would be her smile. The way her face lit up when she actually smiled. Usually she gave a smile with pained eyes. A carefree smile from Lulu was something to take notice of.
Not to mention how beautiful she looked at the moment. Sure he used to think she was hot, and she was, but now it was more than that. She was attractive, but it was more than that. When did it become more than that to him? He didn't know. Somewhere between their first encounter and now, he had fallen for her. Maybe it was their dance at Jake's, when he saw vulnerability in her eyes that he couldn't help but be drawn to. Maybe it was that day in the park, when she finally opened up to him and gave him a glimpse into her life. All he knew at this point in time was that the only other word that fit her was beautiful. He stepped towards her and placed his hands flat on the refrigerator on either side of head, letting their lips be the only part of their body touching. Oh yeah. He had fallen for her badly.
He could tell she was a little taken aback that he had taken the first initiative, but she immediately responded, pressing her lips harder against his. She grabbed his hands and pulled them down to her hips, pressing her body flush against his. He slipped his hands into the back pockets of her jeans, pushing her body even closer to his. She groaned and it only made his pulse race more.
He lifted her up so her legs could wrap tightly around his waist, and he pressed her back hard against the refrigerator for support, so her chest was pressed tight against his. This tangible attraction and heat between them was finally poured out, and he didn't know if he could stop this if he tried.
Legs still wrapped around his waist, he carried her through the living room into the hall, pressing her against the wall between the two bedroom doors. She broke apart the kiss long enough to tell him that her bedroom was the second door. He pushed the door open and placed her on the bed, quickly covering her body with his.
She reached to the bottom of his shirt and tugged at him to take it off. She pulled his shirt over his head and guided him to take her own shirt off. She pulled his hands to the latch of her bra to take that off as well. He laid her down and looked at the sight of her. Everything about her was amazing. He looked at the mark he had left on her collarbone the last time he had been in her apartment and he placed a soft kiss over it.
From the other room, he heard a loud beep.
"I think the lasagna's done." He moved up from the mark on her collarbone up to her ear, leaving light kisses along the way.
She closed her eyes. "The stove turns off automatically."
He pulled himself off her body and sat up. "Lulu, are you sure about this?" He stroked her silky blonde hair, loving the feeling of it in his hands.
She pulled away from him and sat up a little, leaning against the pillows. "Is this you rejecting me for a third time?"
"No. I just don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do."
She grabbed at the buckle holes of his pants and pushed her body under his again. She let her hands drift to his face softly. "I want this." She whispered, looking into his eyes with sincerity and desire.
That was all he needed to hear and all he needed to see, as he pulled her closer to him, pushing all doubts aside. Tonight, he would forget that he was lying to her about everything. He would forget everything. And everything else faded away into the night.
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