WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER! (May not be suitable for children and some adults)
So this chapter is leading up to the moment where Johnny discovers Lulu's secret. I hope that you enjoy their reunion of sorts.
It took a solid six hours for Lulu to work her way through the mass amount of emails and phone messages she'd acquired in the few days that she'd been in Port Charles. By the time she was able to resurface, the sun was beginning to set over the harbor.
Deciding that she couldn't do any more work for the day, Lulu shut down her computer and walked into the bedroom. She wanted to do something, she thought, walking into the bathroom. She picked up her hair brush and ran it through her hair. She was in the mood for entertainment of some sort.
She wanted to take a risk, she realized, reapplying her mascara.
It was the first time since she'd found out she was pregnant that she actually wanted to take a risk. Perhaps that was the most startling part of this almost foreign feeling. Six years ago, she was Lulu Spencer, daughter of the famed Luke and Laura. A risk-taker. She'd been known for doing things without considering the consequences.
The last time that had happened was the night her daughter had been conceived.
And then she'd gone away, moved halfway around the world, created a new image. It had been one completely opposite. She'd become responsible and dependable, not only for herself, but for her daughter. In Luke's words, Lulu had become boring.
But she'd known that she'd needed that change. She'd made decisions, even unconsciously, that had affected the rest of her life. She'd become a mother and that had been the biggest change of her life.
So now, this daring feeling was almost unnatural. She'd been so responsible for so long that she didn't know how to deal with this want to take a risk.
Sighing, Lulu studied herself critically in the mirror. Had she become boring? She didn't think so. She'd become responsible, not only for herself, but for her little girl. But tonight she was free. She was free to take a chance and do something out of the ordinary.
And that was exactly what she was going to do, she told herself.
GH*GH*GH*GH*GH
Lulu found herself standing outside Jake's in the lightly falling snow. She wasn't really in the mood for alcohol tonight, but a game of pool seemed just right. She took a deep breath, momentarily thinking of that night six years earlier where her life had changed the instant she'd stepped foot inside the bar.
But tonight, all she was looking for was a friendly game of pool. Nothing more and nothing less.
Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dark interior. The bar was mostly deserted, being that it was pretty early for the usual crowd. A few patrons were scattered about the room nursing beers. She walked to the bar, set her bag on the floor as she settled herself on the stool.
Coleman waved when he saw her and finished serving another costumer before making his way toward her. "Hello again Lulu."
"Hi Coleman," Lulu replied, perusing her alcohol options. She decided that a simple beer would suffice for now and waited while Coleman got it from the cooler. "My dad woke up this morning. Looks like he's going to live."
Handing the bottle to Lulu, Coleman nodded. "I'm glad. Good to know that nothing keeps my man Luke down for long."
"He'll probably be in here searching for scotch or something at the first chance," she replied dryly, taking a sip of the beer. "You know him; he doesn't put much value on his life."
"Oh, Luke values life just fine," Coleman drawled, slapping his hands on the bar. "He just likes to take risks. But don't worry; I make sure I limit him when he comes in. Tracy threatened to call the health department on me if I don't."
Lulu gave him a bland look. "Good to know that the place where I am currently drinking beer isn't up to code. If I were you, I wouldn't say that too loud." But, as if in defiance, she took another sip of her beer.
Deciding that she had enough conversation, she hopped off the stool and headed for the pool table. It was, thankfully empty; she wasn't in the mood to fight for it.
She set her beer on an empty table and picked up the cue stick. Arranging the balls in formation, she bent over the table to study her options.
That was the first picture Johnny saw when he stepped inside the bar. He stopped by the door, tempted to back away before she saw him. But he knew that there was no way he could leave. No matter what he'd said before, he'd far from satisfied that innate need for her.
So he took the next best option and walked over, grabbing a cue stick on the way. "I'll play you."
She didn't even flinch at the sound of his voice. Instead she straightened and sent him a steely look. "No thank you." And decided that maybe playing pool wasn't a good idea after all.
She set the cue stick back on its hook, picked up her beer and started to walk away. But Johnny caught her hand, tugging her back. She whirled around, preparing to let her anger spew out. She gave him a murderous glare and pulled her hand free.
"I'll play you," he repeated, an unfamiliar gleam in his eye. He handed her the cue stick, picked up his own. "I'll challenge you. If you win, I'll walk away for good. I won't bother you again. I give you my word."
She took a deep breath, wanting to tell him that he'd said that very same thing two days ago when he'd kissed her. He'd said that he wanted one last kiss. Part of her wanted to know what had changed in the last two days.
But there was another part of her that told her to take a risk. To take a chance.
And yet, there was another part of her that told her to run. To run away and to not look back.
She took another breath to steady herself. Even though he held out the stick, she didn't make a move to take it. "And if you win?"
"Then you have to take a chance." His eyes never wavered from hers. "I love you Lulu. I never forgot you. I never forgot how we were together. Take a risk."
Letting out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, Lulu reached out and gripped the cue stick. "Deal."
Johnny stepped back, motioned for Lulu to take the first turn. She bent down, studied the table and angled her shot. The balls scattered, sending two solid balls into the pockets. She leaned back, raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to shoot. Johnny copied Lulu's original motion and sent a striped ball into its pocket.
They went back and forth. Lulu shot two, Johnny shot three. Until he was winning by two balls. She went to take her turn and shot only one. She took a deep breath and stepped back, knowing that it was likely that Johnny would win.
And part of her wanted him to win.
He caught her as she stepped back, twisting her around until she met his gaze. He didn't wait for an approval, but lowered his head and took her mouth with his. He lifted his hands and cupped her cheeks, pulling her closer until she was sure they were one.
Then he broke apart, dropping his hands to his side. His gaze never left her face, his eyes searching for an answer. He stepped back, still watching her.
She took a breath, feeling the rational part of her mind slide away. She'd never been rational with him. He was just too intoxicating.
He held out a hand, waiting, hoping and praying that she would take it. She made to move to take his hand and his eyes screamed at hers. He was terrified that she would walk out.
Little did he know that she wanted the exact same thing.
"Don't think about tomorrow," he whispered, still holding out his hand. Then he said something that made her realize she was lost. There was no going back. "Only now, Lulu, only tonight."
She took his hand, gripped it and stared into his eyes. "Only tonight," she repeated, vaguely remembering the last time she'd said those very words.
He said nothing as he dropped a few dollars on the table next to her empty beer bottle. They didn't speak as they made their way out of the bar, out into the cold December air.
She went to her car, knowing that he was following her. He hadn't driven so she drove them back to a place where her life had changed. She parked her car in front of a dilapidated apartment building. The winter moonlight shone over the building, making it seem like gold to their eyes.
Johnny took her hand as she locked the car and led her to a narrow staircase on the left side of the building. They walked up the stairs, waiting while he dealt with the lock. Once they were inside, he dropped her hand and tugged her coat off her arms. She dropped her bag on the floor, waiting as he draped the coat over a chair.
Then he turned to her, caught her in his arms and pulled her close. He took her in his mouth, drawing her into him. She found herself caught between him and the wall. Closing her eyes, she let herself be taken.
Johnny pulled back, watched her face as he led her down the hall toward his bedroom. Lulu could only pay attention to his face. She didn't even notice what the room looked like.
He walked to the bed, sat down and tugged her down next to him. Framing her face, Johnny drew her to him, taking her mouth. He rained kisses down her cheek, down her neck.
Lulu closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to roll through her body. It had been so long, she thought. If she really thought about it, it had been so long since she'd been with a man.
But it had been even longer since she'd been with a man like Johnny.
No man had ever made her feel the way she felt when she was with Johnny. No man had ever made her want to give herself fully.
She gasped slightly as he drew her sweater over her head, as he tugged off her bra and took her breast in his mouth. No other man had ever made her climax by simply touching her.
Opening her eyes, Lulu stared into Johnny's as she worked the buttons of his shirt. She stripped it off, running her hands up and down his torso. He was still as fit as he'd been six years earlier. Still as toned. Still as strong.
Johnny chuckled against her mouth. "Shh…slow down." He leaned back, stilled her hands. "We have all night," he whispered.
She gave a rueful smile and reached slower, fiddling with his belt. He took her into his hands again, rolling her breasts between his hands. She yanked his belt off, tossed it to the floor.
"Now," she growled. He was making her mad. He was purposefully making her crazy.
He chuckled again, biting her lip as his hands worked on her jeans. She arched her back as he tugged them down her legs. Then he pushed her down on the bed, his mouth still raining kisses down her body. He managed to shed his own jeans and covering her, felt the need rocket through them both.
He'd never stopped needing her. Not in all the time that had passed. He'd never forgotten what it felt like when she was completely his.
He tasted her, feeling like a starving man. For so long he'd wanted her, wanted her taste, the firmness of her body. He knew that he was close to losing control. And for the first time in so long, he yearned to lose that control, to just feel without thinking.
She was hot and moist. Lulu felt the power building, knowing that she didn't have any choice but to give in. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as his mouth roamed her face. When she opened for him, she felt the storm surge. She drew him inside her, riding the waves as they thundered together. Her thoughts shattered as they crested again and again.
No amount of common sense could have kept her from this moment, she thought wildly as she felt herself draw forth again. She'd been waiting six years for this feeling and she knew that she'd never find it with anyone but Johnny.
It was that need, that want, that fueled her desire and she knew that it would be a long time before it was fused out.
Note: I confess to never having played pool before so I am not entirely familiar with the game. So please don't be angry for my description in this chapter. Please review! I so enjoy reading opinions about my work. Thanks for reading!