A little added bonus for those of you missing out on a certain honeymoon on GH. Thanks for reading and hope you like. Rated M.
Chapter 4
"Jackall, PI," Spinelli answered, with feet planted on the desk, an eager tone to his voice, as he arranged his army of blue men into position, listening to the caller with his wireless headset.
"There is no case too small," he told the caller, moving the army of red uniforms closer, single file.
"Standard fee is 275," Spinelli told the caller, sneaking a few of the white men behind the red ones and a half dozen more hidden behind the plastic green trees that flanked the blue men, "No, per hour. Less for stuffed animals? Who is this?" Spinelli asked, using one of his colonial blue guys to sneak up on a british redcoat.
"Mr. Sir's badger is missing?" Spinelli replied, appalled, dropping his blue guy into the sea of red and destroying nearly all of their regiment.
"I'll get right on it," Spinelli told the caller, turning and spotting his partner at the door.
"Spinelli?" Sam questioned, as he disconnected the call.
"The Badger is missing," Spinelli informed her, stunned.
"Someone stole Sonny's...what?" Sam inquired, shaking her head in disbelief, "No, I don't want to know," she continued, taking in the array of plastic soldiers that were splayed across his desk. Her old desk.
"Uh, what is this, Spinelli?"
"Ha Ha. You have spied the inner workings of my latest plan," Spinelli told her, walking over to the refrigerator in the far corner and taking a pint of Moose Tracks from the freezer, grabbing a spoon from a nearby drawer, and turning toward her.
"Your chocolate, Fair Samantha," Spinelli said, bowing, as he presented it to her. Then, proceeding to point at the desk, he continued, "The Diabolical Ones are being outflanked by the cunning Super Slueths," Spinelli told her, raising one hand, ready to explain further.
"Spinelli. What's going on with Molly?" Sam asked, taking a bite, and rubbing her belly. She dropped into the chair closest to the desk.
"How much do you know about the Mother of the Goddess' past?"
"Alexis? I thought we were talking about Molly," Sam inquired, sitting up straighter.
"I fear the Villainous One is up to no good," Spinelli told Sam, pushing a manila file toward his partner.
"Helena? What does she want with my mother now?" Sam asked him, placing the pint of ice cream on his desk and reaching for the folder, peering down at its contents.
"Alas, Fair Samantha, I think the Villainous One has her evil sights on the wee Inquisitive One."
Lulu Falconeri closed the door slowly, careful not to disturb her husband who lay asleep on the couch. She locked the dead bolt and turned toward Dante, her eyes tearing, as she noticed the vase with her favorite flowers- yellow roses and blue daffodils- placed at the center of their dining room table. Sitting beside them was an ice bucket with a bottle of red wine inside and one half of a pair of glasses next to it; the other half sat nearly empty on the coffee table.
Lulu tossed her coat onto a nearby chair, quietly taking a seat, as she pulled off each of her boots and set them on the floor next to one of the chair's legs. Her eyes drifted to the kitchen, pots and pans placed in the drying rack, a dishtowel laying on the counter beside them. Walking toward the table, she noticed the setting for two, unused, its porcelain still gleaming. Her fingers brushed against the plate's surface, her eyes misting. Grasping the bottle in her hand, Lulu poured herself a glass, careful not to disturb the settings on the table. Taking the glass, Lulu turned toward the couch, a doleful expression upon her face, as she realized the steps Dante had taken to make tonight special.
That sad look soon turned to a grin, as she enjoyed the sight of her husband asleep, his mouth parted slightly, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath his favorite Yankees shirt. Taking a sip of the wine, she moved closer, placing her glass on the coffee table. She reached over, gently prying the remote control from his hand and turning the television off. She placed the remote on the coffee table next to the wineglasses. Reaching for a throw on the other side of the couch, she took a seat on the couch beside him, covering him with the blanket, as she leaned over and brushed a few locks from his forehead. A strange look appeared on her face, as she saw the item tucked by his side, half hidden by the cushions. A mischievous look came over her, a grin spreading, as she picked it up, gently caressing it against his chest, working it up his neck and toward his face, watching as his nose twitched. Trying to stifle her laughter, Lulu nearly blew it, a giggle escaping, as Dante's hand swatted first at his chest and then at his nose, his eyes still tightly closed. She pressed her hand against her mouth, the hand with the fuzzy handcuffs suddenly grasped in his.
"You're late," Dante told her softly, his eyes still closed, a devilish slant to his lips, as his hand held hers, his thumb brushing softly against her skin.
"I know. I'm sorry," Lulu replied, remorseful, as her husband pushed the throw aside, pulling her closer, her body atop his, her head against his chest.
"They're beautiful," Lulu said softly, her eyes lingering on the flowers, her ears lulled by the sound of each breath within his chest.
"You're beautiful," Dante responded, his hand pausing, as Lulu's eyes drifted to his, now open, her lips slightly parted. Lifting himself from the couch, he pressed his mouth to hers, the softest brush of his lips across hers, a tingle of desire spreading throughout his body. Lulu yawned, pressing her hand once again against her mouth, as she snuggled closer, her face turned toward the couch, as she adjusted to a more comfortable position, her eyes drifting closed. Love you, she mumbled, as Dante reached for the throw, half hanging off the couch, and draped it over them, tucking his wife in. Love you, too, Dante responded, kissing the top of Lulu's head and closing his eyes as sleep claimed him once more.
Lulu woke hours later, nestled beneath the covers of their bed, nude but for her panties, a bare-chested Dante spooned behind her, his arms wrapped around her stomach, one hand resting beneath the band of her underwear.
"Weren't we-" Lulu started to say softly, moving her hand on top of his, trying to dislodge it.
"On the couch? Uh-huh," Dante confirmed, mumbling in his sleep, his lips soft upon her neck, one hand moving upward, cupping her breast and teasing its nub, as the other pressed his hand firmly against her skin beneath the panties, his fingers searching lower.
"Um, I'm pretty sure I was fully dressed," Lulu told him, sighing, as Dante's teeth nibbled her ear.
"I like this view better,"Dante told her, one hand stroking her back from the top of her neck, down toward the indent in her lower back, "Admit it, Mrs. Falconeri," Dante commanded, pressing her back against him, his body spooning hers, "You like being naked with me."
"I'm not admitting anything," Lulu gasped, as one hand caressed her breast, trailing downward, brushing the satin skin of her hip.
"Your back pressed against my chest. The feel of your bottom," he told her, rubbing against her, eliciting a moan from the both of them, his hands kneading her flesh.
Lulu sighed, his hands acting as a conductor, creating a charge within her, electric and volatile.
"My hands all over you," he continued, focused on on her lower back. He straddled her, his hands kneading her muscles, working the tight knots from her body, as Lulu's head lay sideways, her mouth parted, his very touch eliciting moans. She felt his hands press harder and she gasped as he leaned closer, his lips teasing her upper back, taunting her with feather-light kisses on the backs of her shoulders.
"Dante?" Lulu whispered, having trouble concentrating, gripping the sheet, as his fingers and lips worked their magic on her, a flush appearing on her breasts, a sheen of perspiration on her forehead.
"Ssh, baby," he told her, his hands massaging her stomach, as he straddled her backside, his hands stroking her stomach.
Every touch sent a bolt of electricity. Every brush of his boxer briefs against her sheer pink panties made her hotter. His hands massaging her skin, strong and firm one moment, soft and teasing the next. He plyed the satin skin of her hips, one hand moving toward the front of her panties, slipping inside, while the other braced itself next to her shoulder, effectively pinning her.
His touches were causing a knee-jerk reaction in her body, his arm's pressure at her side, forcing her to hold still, while each fleeting caress of his erection drove her wilder. He thrust two more fingers inside, as Lulu responded, her bottom jacknifing against him. He reacted quickly, his hands imprisoning her bottom against his pelvis, as he worked her faster, loving the curve of her body, the erratic beat of her pulse beneath his, her parted lips, her fingers clutching the sheet.
"Oh, God. Dante, I'm going to-"
"Not yet," he whispered in her ear, strumming her with his fingers, as she sobbed with need, her body seeking the rapture that was just out of reach.
"I can't," Lulu started to say, as he leaned over her, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were as hard as pebbles. He nibbled a tender spot behind her ear, one hand moving from her breast downward, brushing his knuckles against her wet folds, causing Lulu to whimper. She had just gotten used to the feel of his knuckles caressing against her, when she felt him , fumble behind her, tossing his boxer briefs onto the floor. She felt his strong desire for her, ached for him, her body pleading, as she pressed back against him, her pink panties the only thing between them.
One hand slipped beneath the pink satin, while the other grasped both her hands in his, holding them securely against the mattress, while he strummed faster. Lulu struggled against him, her body pinned beneath his, a prisoner to his touch.
"Now, Lulu," he whispered, holding his thumb against her clit, as she wiggled beneath him, his touch causing a current of electricity to rush through her body, pleasuring her, as she pressing her back against him, biting the pillow beneath her. A slow mewling sound began at first, a near sob of want that erupted into a scream, as he pulled her panties from her body and pushed full-hilt inside, holding still.
"Ooooh," Lulu shouted, as her body responded to his intrusion, her inner muscles clutching him, causing pulses to scream within. Her hands imprisoned, beat against the mattress, the orgasm ripping through her, trembles causing her body to shake. He released her hands, as he began to move, slowly at first, pressing her forward. "Come on, baby," he encouraged, reawakening moans from her, as both hands gripped the sides of her hips, guiding her. His slow gait, soon became a steady cantor, as he moved faster, riding her, as she bucked beneath him.
"Dante?" she begged, as he gripped her firmly, pulling her hips backward, as he thrust forward, listening for the hitch in her breath, feeling the trembling in her body, "Oh God." She reached for the edge of the mattress, gripping it, her knuckles white, as she let go once again, her screams renting the air. Dante's hoarse shout followed, as he pumped twice more, before collapsing atop her.
"Shit," he exclaimed minutes later, holding her close, as his body continued to pulse, one hand molding her breast, as the other gently stroked her abdomen, "Baby, I don't think I can move."
"Tell that to your fingers," Lulu sighed, turning and facing him, as Dante's hand seemed to have a mind of its own, moving back to caress her breast.
"I can't help it," Dante grinned, falling back against the mattress, and pulling Lulu atop him, "I love the feel of you," he admitted, sitting up, her breast at his lips, "The taste of you."
Lulu held his head against her, releasing a sigh, as he laved at the nipple, blowing on it and causing her body to twitch with renewed pleasure, vibrating against him.
"Sex is like baseball to you, isn't it?" Lulu grinned, her mouth parting, and a soft oh escaping, as he bit the nipple. The reddened skin, budding, bursting with flavor in his mouth.
"Baseball? Lulu, I never think about the Yankees when I'm with you," Dante promised, his mouth moving to her other breast and worshiping it.
"You know what I mean," Lulu continued, her hands gripping the sides of his head, as she slowly rocked against him, feeling him twitch beneath her.
"I've watched you. You get all tense," she told him, pressing him back against the mattress, trailing one hand down his chest toward his abdomen, "Your face gets this intense look," she continued, her mouth pressing to his stomach, her tongue caressing him.
"Lulu?" Dante moaned, dropping his head to the mattress and tilting it back. Her mouth was the perfect instrument and he was finding it difficult to carry on a conversation with her while she was-
"Oh hell," Dante gasped, as he felt her lips at the tip, her tongue darting out to tease him, her fingers brushing his sacs. His hands clutched the sheet beside him, pulling it from the mattress.
"Who's the player you like? The one we watched last week," Lulu asked, lifting her head and pausing, smiling at Dante's bewildered expression,"You said he is a guaranteed home run."
"Uh..Je...Derek Jeter," Dante answered with a frustrated tone, as she grinned, using one fingernail to caress the side of him, "He ran all those bases, slid into home base," Lulu continued, watching Dante's perplexed face, smiling, as she leaned over him, "How badly do you want a home run?" she asked him with a grin, before taking him within her mouth, just the base, sucking him.
"Shit," Dante shouted, clutching her head against him, holding her steady, as he bucked beneath her. He was never going to watch baseball the same way again, he thought, thrusting deeper into her mouth, each brush against her lips setting him up to explode.
"Lulu?" Dante croaked, willing his body to hold off, as she responded with a mumble, the vibration of her voice against him, increasing his discomfort.
"Baby, stop," he told her, grasping her shoulders, as Lulu released him, a mischievous look upon her face, as her tongue lapped at the bead that appeared. She reached for the fuzzy handcuffs laying on the nightstand, a smile upon her face.
"Oh Shit," Dante exclaimed, as she reached for one hand, locking it to the headboard and then proceeded to do the same with the second.
"Baby," Dante pleaded, as she turned her focus back to his body, crawling downward, taking his erect member into her mouth once more and playing with the ball sacs that flanked each side.
Perspiration was beading his forehead, his hands struggling with the cuffs that confined him, as she continued to work him, the sight of her blond head moving up and down upon him, stirring his blood.
Shit, he didn't want to come like this.
"Baby, honey, I need-"
Lulu released him, one sucking smack of her lips, that nearly undid him right then and there. Slowly, she eased herself over him. Every brush of her skin against his torture. Deliberate torture, he thought. A moan escaping, as she straddled him, closing her eyes, a euphoric expression on her face.
He lost all control at that moment, every bead of sweat in his body screaming, as she slowly eased herself upon him. Inch. By. Fucking. Inch. He didn't think he could take it. The need inside him was consuming.
"Lulu? Baby," Dante whispered, begging, as she began to undulate her hips, riding him slowly.
With every downward stroke, Dante pushed upward, groaning as they met.
"Faster," he whispered, his hips trying to show her, as she ignored his direction, her own pleasure taking her on a path much slower than his desire.
Dante struggled with the cuffs, his frustration evident by his reddened face, and the lock of hair that kept getting in his eyes.
Lulu eased down once again, bracing her hands on his chest, as she arched her back and released a cry, her body shuddering above him.
The look on her face was the sexiest thing Dante had ever seen. His eyes darted to the fuzzy handcuffs, angry that he was just playing the spectator, he tore at the cuffs one more time, releasing one of the catches. His hand fell to the bed, moving quickly to her backside and holding her tightly against him, as he thrust upward. Her soft sighs spurred him on, the sounds soon turning into moans. As he rocked against her, their flesh met with the same beat, each lengthening stride causing him to swell further, and Lulu to moan louder, trembling above one final cry, Dante thrust upward, breaking the remaining handcuff, as Lulu collapsed atop him, and he erupted inside her.
"You are so beautiful and sexy," Dante told her, brushing the wet strands of her blond hair from her face and wiping the thin brown smudge from beneath her hazel eyes.
Lulu placed her chin atop his chest, resting it on her hands, as she looked up at her slightly disheveled husband, his dark locks wet from sweat, the mussed-up hair going in all directions. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. Knowing that she had done that.
"You know what we need?" Lulu said softly, pressing her lips to his skin, while one hand played with the dark hair in the middle of his chest.
"Energizer batteries," Dante responded, with a grin, stroking her back, one hand resting on her left buttock.
"No," Lulu laughed, sitting up, her breasts bouncing, as Dante grinned, cradling both within his grasp.
"A shower," Lulu told him, brushing his hair from his face, noticing the slight frown, as he glanced toward the broken handcuffs.
"Don't worry. I bought a spare," Lulu assured him, as he jumped from the bed, lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bathroom.
"I plan on loving you all night long, Mrs. Falconeri," Dante told her, stopping at the shower entrance and placing her on her feet. He turned the shower on, adjusting the temperature, his backside to her, as he asked "What do you think about that?"
"Hm," Lulu answered, drawing him against her, her mouth meeting his, as he turned toward her, his back pressed to her stomach, "I plan on loving you, Mr. Falconeri," she continued, wrapping her arms around him, her fingers caressing his abdomen, "For the rest of my life. What do you think about that?" she asked, crying out, as he turned her in his arms and carried her into the shower.
"I think we're going to need those energizer batteries," Dante replied, silencing her giggle, as his kissed her hard, pressing her back against the tile wall.
"I love you, Lulu," Dante said lovingly, brushing the damp strands from her face, "Every beautiful inch of you."
"I love you, too, Dante," Lulu smiled, running her hands over his body covered with the sweat of sex, "Every sweaty inch of you," she laughed, pushing him under the stream of water and grinning, as he elicited a shout of surprise.
"You'll pay for that," Dante laughed, trying to reach for the shampoo, as Lulu found it first.
"Here, let me," she told him, that mischievous grin of hers appearing, "Oops," she replied, as he held his hands out and she tilted the bottle of shampoo onto his chest instead.
"Now, how am I supposed to wash my hair," Dante smiled, as Lulu used her hands to lather the soap upon his skin, moving upward on his chest and pouring more shampoo into her hands to wash his hair.
"You leave that up to me," she smiled, as he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her beneath the water, soaking every inch of her skin, "I'm up first."
They stood beneath the steady stream of water until their bodies were fully satiated and the water ran cold, wrapped in towels as they emerged from the bathroom. Dante kissed Lulu once more beside their bed, yanking at her towel and grinning as it fell to the floor.
"You love being naked with me, Mrs. Falconeri."
"You love being naked with me, Mr. Falconeri," Lulu smiled, pulling at his towel, her eyes never leaving his body, as it fell to the floor.
Completely exhausted, they pulled the covers aside and climbed into bed. Lulu resting her head against Dante's chest, his heartbeat lulling her to sleep. Dante pulled the covers over them, his hand rested on her lower back, his fingers brushing against her buttock. Using his other hand, to brush the hair from her face, he kissed her softly, smiling, as she moved toward his touch, even in slumber. Placing his other hand upon her hip, he closed his eyes and let sleep take him.
"Hi Mom. I'm at Kelly's," Molly told her, placing her hot chocolate on the table and tossing her books next to it.
"Coleman dropped me off," Molly continued, taking a seat and picking up her hot chocolate.
"Yes, Coleman. No, I didn't call him," Molly informed her mother, "he just showed up at the door."
"Apparently," Molly answered, "Someone left their shoe at his bar last night. A shoe, Mom," Molly replied, in horror, "How do you even do that?"
Molly held the cell phone away from her ear, as the sound of Alexis' voice grew louder, "Have to go, Mom. I'm going to be late for class. Love you," she answered, hanging up the phone.
Late for class? Fact was, Molly had no intention of going to class today. Hence why she had fabricated that sick note for her teachers and sent if off with her friend, TJ.
No. School was the last thing on Molly's mind today. She took one last sip of the hot chocolate, before grabbing her books. She needed someplace out of the way. Where no one would even think about finding her. Wyndemere.
She turned to leave, her head turned downward and her mind someplace else. It was no wonder she bumped into him, dropping her books to the ground.
"My apologies, Miss," the man told her, a European flair about him, speaking with a cultured accent.
"Here, let me-" he told her, crouching, while handing the books to her. He noticed a photograph on the ground beside one book and picked it up, carefully tucking it within the folds of his coat.
"Thanks. Sorry. You must be new to Port Charles," Molly noted, taking in his tailored coat and the hat that hid his features.
"What gave me away?" he grinned, as Molly, nodded toward the tourist map in his hands.
"Kelly's has a great cup of hot chocolate. Cinnamon rolls are incredible," Molly continued, "MetroCourt is just a short walk around the corner. My Aunt Carly runs it. Just tell her I sent you," Molly informed him, starting to walk away.
"Wait. What was your name, Miss?" the man asked, as Molly turned toward him, "I'm Molly. Molly Lansing."
"Well, Miss Lansing. Thank You for the hospitality."
"You're welcome. Mr.?"
"Gianakos. But, you can call me Nikos."
"Nice to meet you, Nikos," Molly answered, rushing off.
Nikos waited for the young girl to turn the corner, before reaching for the photo within his pocket.
The image was grainy. A young lad and a young girl backs to each other, posing reluctantly in front of a large ornate fountain.
Nikos smiled, his fingers brushing the face of the young girl. A face he hadn't set eyes on in years. He grinned as he recalled the spitfire, their antics causing many household staff to clutch their chests with fear that summer. The boy in that picture fell in love with that girl. His crush on her steadfold. No one could separate the two.
Why was a girl in Port Charles carrying a picture of him and Tasha?
Taking one last glance at the photo, he tucked it deep within his pocket, next to a small portion of a map. He would take Molly up on her suggestion of the MetroCourt. Once he had secured a room, his next stop was Wyndemere. This town held more secrets than he ever imagined.