A/N

Hi all, this chapter is shorter mainly because a longer one is coming later this weekend. I had a lot of trouble with this one so I would really love your opinions on it. I originally had this posted on the Dante/Lulu site and wanted to open it up for more readers on this site, so I hope y'all are enjoying it. Thanks for all your wonderful insights--PLEASE keep them coming...even all you wonderful lurkers out there.

Oh, so I hope y'all don't think I'm some dark and sinister person with this story. In all actuality, I just really like shows like CSI and Criminal Minds where they explore both criminal and victim. I'm really just recent grad, 22 year old trying to develop my LOVE of writing.

Also, if anyone wants to know one of the main inspirations behind Lulu and Dante's love scenes in the last chapter and part of this one, PLEASE listen to John Mayer's new album Battle Studies, particularly the song "Edge of Desire"---AMAZINGNESS right there.

All right, enough of my ramblings...Happy readings!!

-LO

It was dark and she was running and out of breath, but sheer adrenaline was urging her on. She had to find him. She had to explain before it was too late.

But she was.

As she got to the door the gun had already gone off and her heart instantly wrenched. She stepped in and collapsed on the floor. His blood was dripping down the walls.

She suddenly held on tighter and Dante was awakened. As he opened his eyes, he grinned in the dark.

Lulu was currently wrapped around him, pressing her more intimate body parts into his chest and legs. It took all of his strength not to take her one more time right then and there. Instead, he looked down at her and noticed his neck was wet.

He shifted his position in the bed and laid her head down on the pillow next to him. Lulu's cheeks were covered in tears. Dante frowned. Whatever spell she was under was causing her face to look anguished. He placed himself over her, his elbows on either side of her and gently ran his thumbs over her face to wipe away the tears.

Lulu woke up and looked at him. She was confused as to where she was and what had just happened.

"Hey," Dante whispered above her, his thumbs still drawing small circles on her cheeks.

"Hey," Lulu said, biting her lip and sitting up a bit. "I can't remember what I was dreaming."

"You seem really upset," Dante wanted to ask her if it had anything to do with sleeping with him but a part of him was afraid of how she would answer.

"Yeah, I know," Lulu said fully sitting up, sheets tucked under her arms. Dante laid down next to her, facing sideways, his left hand skimmed slightly over her exposed back and Lulu shivered, looking down at him.

"Weird," Lulu said smiling just a tad, remembering everything that had happened just hours earlier.

"Hmm," Dante hummed back to her, as if reading her thoughts. He looked up.

"I never cry," Lulu said. "Never."

"Why not?" He said running his hand down her spine again. She was sitting, arms hugging her knees lightly, her face was laying on her knees and she looked at him sideways. Her whole back was exposed to him, the only light in the room was the moon hitting her features gracefully.

She leaned back to the bed and mimicked his position. They were both laying now, facing each other, hands placed under their heads for support. His face was only inches from hers.

"Waste of time," she said simply. "Only reminds me of bad times."

"Lulu," Dante said reaching his hand to skim over the sheets over the curve of her hip. His ministrations were driving her crazy.

"Hmm," she said, her voice betraying her thoughts, her eyes closed.

"I can't believe you took advantage of me tonight," he said with a wicked grin on his face.

Her eyes opened in surprise and she reached around to playfully hit him on the arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Dante, I think you need to work on your pillow talk," Lulu said and laying back on her pillow. "Seriously not your forte."

"Oh really, cupcake?" Dante said, moving so that he was over her again, elbows on either side of her. "And what do you think my strong point is?"

"I can't let you be privy to such information," Lulu smirked and then in a mock serious tone said--"For security purposes."

"Security purposes!" Dante chuckled over her.

"Yes, there might not be room enough for me and your big head in this room if I tell you," Lulu reached up with her finger and traced the tattoo on his chest. It was about the sexiest piece of body art she had ever seen. "It's a real concern of mine."

"Well, how 'bout I show you what I think my strongest point is?" Dante murmured into her ear.

Lulu shivered and arched her back, she was wet from the moment she woke up and saw him above her. She reached her arms around and ran them up and down his back.

"Show me," she purred.

This time, Dante was fluid on top of her. He kissed her deeply, but steady, turning her on but controlling the kiss so it didn't escalade right away. He reached and pulled her leg up, allowing him to press against her entrance and he almost yelped at how wet she was.

"Lulu, I have to get a condom," he said almost panting.

"I'm on the pill," she said grabbing his ass and making him go in an inch deeper.

Lulu's hands were still on his backside and she was rubbing against him insistently. He grabbed her hands forcefully and pinned them on the bed above her head, looking at her with fire in his eyes. Lulu couldn't handle the emotions stirring within her, part of her wanted to run away in the cold and forget this night was happening. She couldn't handle his look, it held far more promise than she had ever hoped for, more than she thought was possible.

She had never hated and loved the power someone had over her at the same time. In this instance, she was going back on the things she had believed for months now. Part of her knew this night was a dream, it wasn't reality. Soon, Dante would close his case against Sonny and leave her. He would come back to this city and forget all about her.

"Dante, I have to have you now," Lulu whispered, her voice coming out with far more desperation than she had shown in years.

Wordlessly, Dante entered her and at once set her body on fire.

He heard what sounded like an animal being tortured and sat up in bed. Quickly, he realized Carly's side of the bed was completely empty. Seconds later, he heard Jocelyn's rioting screams from her nursery. He shot out of bed and he noticed how smooth he was being in spite of his jarring surroundings.

He reached Morgan's room and heard Michael rushing behind him. "What's going on?!" Michael shouted from behind.

Jax ignored the question and barged into the youngest Corinthos' room. He saw everything in slow motion. Noticing for the first time the dark blue Morgan had opted to paint his room, contrasting with stark white--just like Yankee stadium. Everything in the room was so neat, had Jax ever seen Morgan's room messy? Something about that thought struck him as funny as his eyes finally found the source of the scream.

There before him was a sight that would haunt him for years to come.

Carly was on the floor, her lavender robe around her like a puddle, and she was shaking in hysterics. She was like a rag doll, her legs straight in front of her, sitting in front of Morgan's bed. Her eyes were wild, looking up at him, filled with tears and something much more animalistic. Her mouth was opened, it midst of sobs that were wrecking her body.

She held her hands formed in fists in front of her face, and within them, poking through her knuckles, were locks of Morgan's dark hair.