Mature. Someone requested a sexy Lubecca fic and this kinda different style of one shots is what The Muse came up with this time.

Take One

Voices in His Head
Lucky and Rebecca
April 2009

"I can't be his Emily." She looks dead in his eyes....showing her anger, her frustration, her fears. She's shows her whole heart to you.

"You don't have to be."

Rebecca Shaw....Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca, a pretty but plain name, swallow it down like a pill and don't ask too many questions. She leans against the refrigerator at the Spencer house. There is no mention of the fact that Emily did that countless times in her life.

Lucky brought Rebecca there after they spotted Nikolas and Liz kissing at Jake's. They drink beers together and talk about everything and nothing for a while until the conversation circles to where it was going from the start.

Where they have been going from the start. When was the start? Don't think about that right now.

With her gravelly voice that she forces to sound hard she asks him "Why can you see me?"

"Because I wasn't married to Emily."

"But you loved her in your own way. She was your best friend....right?"

"You aren't Emily." Its simple to believe.

"No." She sets her beer down on the counter. Her finger loops around his belt buckle as she tugs him close to her. "I'm not Emily." Anymore?

He doesn't see Emily when he looks at her. Maybe he just can't let his mind go there. There are times in a man's life when he knows better than to think too hard about something....he moves on pure instinct.

He believes his own lies.

She doesn't remind me of anyone.

He believes his own justifications.

She doesn't belong to anyone but herself.

He believes anything and everything his brain can think up that will allow him to go for what he wants most. That will get him across that line.

She's not Emily. She's someone completely different. I never let Helena steal Emily from us.

And he goes where he wants to go. To Hell with the consequences. Some distant tomorrow is sure to bring joy and pain when the truth is found....Is she? Isn't she?.....but for tonight he just sinks blissfully into his delusions and denials. Lucky Spencer will be ashamed of himself for this one day.

But he's not feeling that particular gut clenching emotion right now. Because he can't allow his mind to wonder about the truth. Not now. Not when she's so close. And she's looking at him like he's the hero in her story. Like he's the only one on earth that can make her smile now.

She's the deep end of the ocean. She's a brush fire coming to consume him. She's hot and cold and good and bad. Who cares what her name is, really?

She's so close now. Her fingers tugging on his belt...idly...taking her time. And he knows, he knows deep down, he can make her so much happier than Nikolas can.

That is what matters most right now. Whoever she is, she's yours. All yours.

Her breath is sweet as it falls on his lips. The scent of her intoxicating like the high of pain killers. He's flying and he hasn't even kissed her yet. Her eyes drop down....she's hiding something. But she doesn't have to hide from him. Doesn't she know that? Emily knows everything about you.

"Lucky," she whispers in this soft, almost terrified voice.

But there's nothing to be afraid of. He has her. He'll take care of her. You always were the best at taking care of her.

His hands grip her waist, haul her off the ground and sit her on the counter. Then they move to sink into her hair, holding her head still for him. One more look...her eyes on fire with secrets, lies....trust....she's ready to give herself over to him...only him....and then his mouth is on hers.

Lucky chokes on her name in his head: Rebecca. Rebecca. Rebecca. Swallow it down like a pill.

This is everything he ever wanted. Everything. Everything. You can have it all with her. Just don't think too hard right now. Don't think.

She moans against his lips. Don't think, Lucky. Don't screw this all up.

He can have all he wants. But don't think there's no cost. You'll pay for this one day, Spencer.

THE END
Emily's one shot follows the song.

It's too late, baby
There's no turning around.
I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a clouds

This is how I do
when I think about you.

I never thought that you could break me apart
I keep a sinister smile and a hold on my heart
You want to get inside?
Then you can get in line.
But not this time.

Cause you caught me off guard.
Now I'm running and screaming.
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine!

I won't try to philosophize.
I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes.
This is how I feel-and its so surreal.

I got a closet filled up to the brim
with the ghosts of my past
and the skeletons.

And I don't know why
you'd even try
but I won't lie
you caught me off guard.

Now I'm running and screaming.
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine!
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

And I feel a weakness coming on.
Never felt so good to be so wrong.
Had my heart on lockdown.
And then you turned me around.

I feel like a newborn child
every time I get a chance to see you smile.

It's not complicated.
I was so jaded
and you caught me off guard.

Now I'm running and screaming.

I feel like a hero and you are my heroine!

Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin? (Boys Like Girls)

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Take Two

Voices in Her Head
Lucky and Rebecca
April 2009

His kiss is breath stealing perfection. He probably thinks he's her second choice or this is somehow about his brother. Its not. Rebecca wants Lucky for the way he looks at her. Like she's someone worth ruining himself over...and at the same time...someone who can save him. You know you'll only bring him down.

She can't let him see who she really is. Because who she is isn't who she wants to be. Not at all. She wants to be the woman reflected in his eyes. Just enjoy this cause it won't last. Stop thinking so damn much.

His hands are tangled in her hair. Holding her still as his mouth devours her. The beer on his tongue reminds her he is not thinking straight, and that's probably for the best. She's fought this and craved this...ran from him, ran to him....thought about running away before he found out the truth about her...she's wanted him since the moment she saw him outside The Metro Court Hotel. The connection was palpable. Don't you even wonder why?

And now he is hers.

There was a moment earlier, when she was leaning against the fridge, with the cool glass of her bottle of beer pressed to her lips, when his eyes met hers and she knew he wasn't going to turn back. He knew where they were going. He wanted her. He would take her-without apology.

That moment...that single blink in time...was the best moment of her life thus far. What you can remember of your life, don't you mean?

That moment she knew he had to have her. Just like she had to have him. To Hell with right, wrong, plans, promises.....to Hell with anything but finding a way to get him out of his clothes. To feel his bare skin rubbing hers raw. That's what she's living for now.

Him. Not her job. Not her schemes. Not her boss. Not her messy past, uncertain future or the confusion in her head. Ignore the questions and black spaces. Be a puppet on a string. That's who you are at your core now, right?

She wraps her jean clad legs around his back, pressing her center against him, trapping him against her. Making sure he knows kisses will not be enough for her. She wants it all tonight. This is how it should have been from the start.

His chest- hard, strong, muscular- presses against her breasts causing several reactions in this girl he calls Rebecca. It doesn't matter what he calls you, does it?

Her nipples harden. Her body gets even wetter for him. And also....she sighs softly against his lips because that chest of his is symbol of all Lucky is to her...all she hopes, against all hope, he will always be....he makes her feel safe. You need this. There's no shame in that.

She isn't sure where to put her hands. She wants to touch every part of him. She runs her fingers over his back, up under his shirt, pressing him ever closer to her. He can never get close enough for her.

He yanks her off the counter just as quick as he set her there. With her legs wound tight around him, their mouths still fused together in this endless stream of kisses and bites and moans, he carries her to the living room. Presses her down onto the couch, laying himself on top of her. The hard length of him is proof he wants just what she wants. She smiles against his mouth.

Lucky breaks their kiss. In a low, gruff voice he demands. "Tell me to stop now.....or don't tell me at all."

For her answer she takes his hand and moves it down between her legs. Their eyes stay on each other as he rubs against her jeans. Would you agree to burn in Hell later just to have him right now?

He stares at her like she's his next breath. She's never been this to anyone else before. Not this. Not air. He's not just anyone, is he? This isn't casual.

Lucky tugs Rebecca's zipper down. He pulls off her shoes, tossing them to the ground with a thump, and then she lifts her hips and the jeans follow. His eyes settle on the damp white panties that still cover her. He licks his lips.

Off comes his shirt.

She sits up quickly. Her mouth is on his in an instant. Nothing feels right in her life anymore but him. He'll always feel perfect. At least you know one thing now.

Rebecca's fingers make swift work of yanking off Lucky's belt and undoing the button on his jeans, sliding down the zipper. She wants to feel him in her hands.

He groans deep in the back of his throat as he breaks their kiss. "You first," he grunts.

She almost argues with him. He doesn't get it. She could come just from touching him at this point. Every part of her is throbbing over him already. She like a live wire. She wants to control this moment. Wants to own him like he already owns her. Rebecca wants to watch her hand wrapped around him. Know she has that power over him. That would get her off right there. Or get her close. Get her dripping wet and ready for him to take her that last inch.


You don't even understand you. How is he supposed to? But you know him. You know him. Let him give you what he needs to. Surrender.

Rebecca pulls off her top.

His mouth moves to her throat. Laying opened mouth kisses on her skin with a slow reverence that wasn't there a moment before. Her eyes drift close. Her body shudders against him. His fingers are slipped up under the edge of her underwear, gently at first he moves over her swollen flesh, while his mouth never leaves her neck. His paces quickens. Her breaths get more and more shallow. His finger pushes inside of her and she lets out a gasp. Its good, isn't it? You knew it would be this good. Worth the sin.

She runs her hands through his hair, tugging on it. Her head falls back when she arches against him. His mouth moves down to the swell of her breasts. Then his tongue licks at the hard nub of her nipple, through the silk of her bra.

"Oh," she sucks in a breath. "God," it hisses back out between her teeth.

Lucky, Lucky, Lucky, this is Lucky making love to you tonight. His hands. His mouth. He'll be inside of you soon. This is your Lucky. Enjoy this. Nothing lasts forever....not even death, right?

A second finger slides inside her. But she wants more. She wants him. "Lucky....come on...please....please."

He slows the pace of his thrusting fingers. Breathing out over her skin, "You're beautiful like this."

She looks down and he's looking up at her. Then his mouth is on hers again. One of her legs locks around his back, pressing herself against his hand as she furiously moves, desperate to get there and also desperate not to. She's aching to feel him sunken inside of her.

Her nails claw at his back. He rips his mouth off hers as she tightens around his fingers. His mouth goes to her ear. "Yes....yes....just like that."

You feel like a fool for calling anything you had before this love, don't you? Don't worry. He'll forgive you. Doesn't Lucky forgive everything?

The room is filled with the sounds of her moans as she climaxes, his thumb rubbing her clit and making her scream out the same curse words five times in a row. When his fingers finally slide free of her he starts kissing her again...slowly...like they have all night. But she still doesn't want slow. Rebecca pushes Lucky on his back. Now its her turn.

If he only knew how long you've wanted to do this. Better not to be too honest right now....honesty is not your strong suit anymore anyways. Do you even know what the truth is? Or just what you've been told? Just the lies you spew? Maybe if you looked deeper you'd find something better for yourself.....more like this...less like that sick, empty feeling you've been carrying around for months now.

Soon she has her hands and mouth on him. She takes it torturously slow. Though she wants it fast, she wants, more than anything, this to be amazing for Lucky. She wants to be amazing for him. What no other woman can be for him. She longs to leave her mark on him in his memories. You'll always be in his head. Always.

He lets out these soft grunts. With him throbbing in her mouth she looks up at him then lets him slide free of her lips. Standing up, on shaking legs, Rebecca strips off her panties and bra, as Lucky sits up, then she settles herself on his lap.

The wetness of her slicks over him. She smiles as she places her hands on his shoulders. "I'll never regret you, Lucky."

"Good."

She whispers, her breath warm on his skin, into his ear "You'll always be my best memory," and the she sinks herself down onto him. Your best memories are all of him. Just remember. Remember.....Rebecca?

THE END