Happy Friday everyone. I hope yours is going better than mine.

"Mmm this is nice." Elizabeth rested her head on Lucky's shoulder as she curled into him on the couch in his living room. He placed his arm around her shoulder, swinging his feet up onto the battered oak coffee table in front of them, carefully avoiding the glass of wine she had placed there just moments ago.

"So did I convince you?" He teased gently.

Glad that he couldn't see her face fully, Elizabeth stuck her tongue out in his general direction. Since his conversation last night, Lucky had been trying to convince her Cameron's reaction was not based on hate but fear. Sure Cameron had been marginally more responsive to her, but it was only on a scale known only to scientists. She hadn't expected winning over a child to be easy, but she hadn't expected it to be this hard either. Not when she had the advantage of knowing the child before. Lucky hadn't fully convinced her but it was probably better to just to agree with him on this particular point. "Almost. It's going to need more time you know."

She didn't realize the half of it, Lucky thought ruefully. Cameron was a Spencer, and baby-sat with regularity by Luke Spencer himself. Cameron was suspicious of Santa Claus and was convinced the jolly man was a burglar. If Elizabeth realized just how long this was going to take, she would run for the hills. Lucky wasn't about to tell her that. "Oh I know. Trust me I know."

"So have you adjusted to having him back yet?" Lucky had just put Cameron down for the night. It was ridiculously early for the child to be asleep, but his pain medications just knocked the poor boy out. He had fought it off as long as he could, but soon he was almost falling over trying to stay awake.

"Cameron being here is easy. It's all of his accessories that I don't want to get used to."

"It's not for forever. How long do you plan on staying home?"

"Until he moves out?"

Elizabeth snorted. "You'd go crazy in two weeks doing nothing but watching soaps when he goes back to school."

"I was thinking home schooling. Want a new job?"

She pulled back long enough to meet his eyes, arching her own eyebrow. "You can't afford me."

"You don't know what I can afford." Lucky trailed one of his fingers up and down her arm, teasing her with the lightest of touches through the fabric of her gray long-sleeved shirt.

"What if I like my current position?"

"Well if the salary won't entice you, what about the benefits?" He teased, moving closer to her. Their eyes caught each other's and he could see the laughter behind hers.

"Oh the benefits. Yes please, tell me all about your benefits." Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck. "Or perhaps you have a demonstration?"

"I give excellent demonstrations." Lucky closed the remaining space between them, crushing his lips to hers. As their lips moved over each others, he shifted his weight, pushing her gently down into the cushions of the couch. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he fleetingly tried to remember if he had locked the door this time.

She moved to lace her fingers with his hair as their tongues began to dance. Was a tad bit insane to go from discussing his son to this? Maybe, but as she felt his hands push her shirt out of the waistband of her jeans, pushing it upwards, Elizabeth realized she just didn't care.

His cool hands chilled her skin at first contact, sending a chill straight up Elizabeth's spine. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers began to dance around her waist, alternating between the small of her back and her hipbones. Figuring turn about was fair play, she pushed them both backwards, lifting herself off the couch and positioning herself securely in Lucky's lap.

Her shirt dropped back down, covering his hands with the fabric. Lucky pulled back slightly to smirk at her, never removing his hands from her skin. "Comfortable?"

"Almost there." Elizabeth winked at him. Moving quickly, she pulled his shirt over his head and threw it behind her head without a backward glance. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she pressed herself against his solid chest. "Now that's much better."

"I disagree." Lucky lowered his mouth to kiss down the column of her throat. "See you are way overdressed for this situation." He snaked his hands up to her satin covered breasts and gently began to knead them. "It's a dress code violation."

Her breaths began to come in deeper pants. She closed her eyes and revealed in the sensations that were beginning to overtake her. Licking her lips, she pulled him in closer to her, dropping her tongue into his mouth for another taste of chocolate. As the kiss ended, she rested her forehead on his. "Can't have dress code violations." She managed between pants.

He made quick work of her shirt, tossing it in the exact opposite direction of where his had landed. Keeping her clad in her bra for now, he moved to kiss the newly exposed skin available to him. Using his nose to push down the straps, he kissed every inch of her shoulder, as she held him close to her, rocking her lower body slightly, causing unbearable, delightful friction for them both.

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders out of the straps, causing the fabric to hang uselessly. Lucky snuck his fingers under the clasp and opened it, flinging the now unwanted garment to the side. He made a mental note to find it later, preferably before Cameron woke up in the morning. His musings were interrupted when Elizabeth pressed herself down on him harder. Moving his hands to still her hips, he hissed in her ear. "Unless you want to find yourself on the coffee table, I suggest you stop that."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she wondered. Of its own accord, her hand wandered down and squeezed him through the denim he still wore. "I don't think it's much of a threat."

Her laughter was cut short when Lucky abruptly stood up, growling. Squealing in surprise, Elizabeth automatically clenched both her legs around his waist to keep from falling down. Murmuring into her skin, she could barely make out his words as he began to climb the steps. "If you want the next time Tony sees you to be while we are making love on the coffee table, then fine. But I didn't peg you for an exhibitionist."

"Thought that the last time." Lucky pointed out, pushing them through the door to his bedroom. He paused only when his knees hit the edge of the bed. Carefully, he unwrapped her legs from around him and lowered them both onto the bed. "Besides I find this much better."

Her hands snaked down, working to release the button to his jeans. At this point, she was willing to ignore comfort altogether if he would just stop teasing her. "Still violating dress code Spencer." She growled as she captured his ear with her teeth.

Somewhere in the journey between the living room and the bedroom they had lost their shoes. Lucky managed to work open her own button and whispered into her ear. "So are you Webber. Repeat violations will be punished you know."

"God I hope so," she sighed as he pushed her jeans and panties in one fluid movement. Giving up on trying to get her fingers to work properly, she decided to use her feet, bringing them up to his waist, pushing the fabric down his muscular legs.

Lucky leaned over her, capturing her lips in a soul stealing kiss as he fumbled with his right hand for the nightstand dresser. Feeling the familiar foil package slip between his fingers, he pulled his hand back. Releasing her lips only for needed oxygen, he winked at her. "If I have my way, this is just the beginning."

Grabbing at the still wrapped disc, Elizabeth grinned. Tearing the cover from the small circle of latex, she managed a wink of her own. "Trust me, you are so about to get your way."

Pushing down the last remaining barrier separating them, she paused briefly to caress his shaft before covering it in the thin disc. Stilling her hand by covering it with his, Lucky raised both her hands above her head, pinning them there as he entered her, leaving her with just her legs to cling to him as her fingernails scraped against the smooth surface of the headboard. Her gasps were covered by his mouth, as he covered hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth in an imitation of the dance their lower bodies were doing.

How the hell had she lived without this feeling? It was impossible to believe she had survived. Her body began to match his stroke for stroke, her legs squeezing him closer, trying to pull him closer to her than she could believe was possible. She more than wanted this or him. It was more than need, although Elizabeth could currently not imagine needing anything more than this. More than want. More than need. Oh hell, she thought suddenly. It was love.

She was close, he could tell. But something was distracting her. For some reason she wasn't letting herself go. Lucky leaned up slightly and kissed her eyelids. "Let it happen sweetheart. Just feel it."

His soft words shook her from her thoughts. Just feel it, his gentle command echoed in her head. Feel it. Love, she sighed silently. Love. I love him. I love him. Her release began to rise with each silent declaration. Love. Love. Love. It hit with the intensity of staring at the sun after a solar eclipse. "Oh God." She managed as her back arched and she began to convulse around him. "Lucky...god...Lucky..."

Lucky followed her over the abyss, capturing her lips in sloppy, slow kisses. He released his hold on her hands, causing her to immediately tangle her arms up into his shoulders, lightly scratching his shoulders as she came back down from her high. Not wanting to crush her, he rolled to his side, tucking himself directly behind her, circling her waist with his hand. Gently stroking her stomach, he regained control of his own senses.

Her breathing began to slow down and he leaned forward just enough to kiss the back of her neck. "Elizabeth?" he whispered.

"Hmmm?" she murmured sleepily, reaching back to grasp at his neck. "I think I like your benefit plan."

He chuckled low in his throat. "I'll keep that in mind." He nudged her shoulder with his nose. "You're so beautiful, you know that?"

Expecting her usual refusal of compliments, Lucky was shocked when none came forth. Pulling himself up on one arm, he smiled when he took in her closed eyes and the deep even pattern of her breathing. "Rest up now, Princess. I fully intend for this to be just the beginning tonight."

He traced the lines of her face with a finger, while burying his other hand in her hair. Who would have predicted attending a parent-teacher conference would impact his life so much? Had it only been May when he first met her? The life he led back then and his life now bore little resemblance to each other and she had seen him through it all. He could honestly say he hadn't come close to missing a woman the way he missed Elizabeth when she wasn't around. Watching her sleep, he couldn't keep the emotion back. "God, I love you."

The blatant cries of "Daddy" disrupted the spell he was in. Placing a quick kiss on her forehead, he moved to cover Elizabeth up with his comforter to keep her from getting cold. Pulling on a pair of sweatpants he had left on the floor that morning, he dropped another kiss to her bare shoulder. "Duty calls. I'll be right back Sleeping Beauty."

Hearing the door shut behind him, Elizabeth's eyes flew open. She bit her lip as she settled back into the comforter. She couldn't help the smile that lit up her face. He loved her. He loved her.