Subject: letitbe
Date: Tue, 04 May 1999 02:02:36 -0700
From: Trixie <trixie@wgn.net>
To: trixie@wgn.net

“Hey Woman, get that gorgeous ruthless Cassadine ass out here!” Luke
bellows from his place on the couch. His head is propped up on the arm
of the couch in Alexis’ hotel room, his feet on the other end.

Alexis pokes her head around the corner of her bedroom. “What have I
told you repeatedly about referring to me as ‘Woman’?” she asks in a
long suffering tone.

“It pisses you off?” he asks with a grin, not opening his eyes.

Narrowing her eyes, Alexis strides out of the bedroom and kneels at the
side of the couch, her head hovering over his. “Yet you persist anyway,”
she mutters.

He opens his eyes and looks up at her, smiling affectionately. “It got
ya out here, didn’t it?” he asks, completely guileless.

Shaking her head at him, Alexis stands and walks to the table, lighting
a few candles and flipping out the lights. She plugs in the Christmas
tree in the corner, letting it and the candles be the only light in the
room. “And here I was, trying to plan a nice, romantic Christmas Eve
between Cassadine and Spencer.” She sighs, overly dramatic. “That’ll
teach me I guess,” she mutters.

Quicker then lightening, Luke leaps off the couch and wraps his arms
around her waist from behind. He places a quick kiss against the back of
her neck, holding her tightly.  “I can teach you,” he murmurs in a
lascivious tone.

Alexis groans dramatically. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to use
cheesy lines on a lady?”

Luke pops his head up, making a show of looking around the room.
“There’s a lady here? Where? I thought it was just the two of us.”

Spinning in his arms, Alexis smacks his chest hard, pulling away from
him. “How insulting,” she mutters. “Of course I shouldn’t expect
anything less from Luke Spencer.”

“Now Natasha, what have *I* repeatedly asked *you*?” he asks in the same
tone she’d used earlier.

Alexis rolls her eyes. “Don’t use your name as a taunt,” she mimics
adorably.  Her brows furrow. “Or was that don’t take the Spencer name in
vain? I always mix up those commandments.”

Luke wrinkles his nose in distaste. “Don’t compare me to God. That
bastard and I have a worse history then your family and I do.”

“Fine, no God talk,” she promises, moving up to him again and placing
her hands on his shoulders, picking imaginary bits of lint off his dark
green shirt. “I believe it’s damaging to my ego that you’ve said nothing
about my new nightgown I bought just for you,” she says in a mock
aggrieved voice.

Luke pushes back from her and looks her head to toe. “Well Darlin’,
you’ve still got that damned robe over it,” he mumbles, smiling. “Let’s
see what it looks like without it.  .  .” he unties the belt on the robe
and pushes it off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Breath
temporarily leaves his body. “I like it,” he finally chokes out.

Alexis smiles a cat that ate the canary grin and looks down at herself,
studying the completely sheer bodice and dark green silk bottom of her
nightgown. Small spaghetti straps show off her shoulders. “You don’t
think I’m too old to pull this off?” she asks, her eyes twinkling, using
the buzz words ‘too old’ that always set them both off.

Luke shakes his head, wrapping an arm around her lower back, pulling her
to him hard. He leans down and kisses her mouth softly. “No,” he murmurs
hoarsely. “You look beautiful,” he says sincerely.

Smiling, genuinely touched by his words, Alexis runs her hands up his
chest to his face, brushing her thumbs over his jaws. “How beautiful?”
she asks softly.

“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he murmurs, losing
himself in her eyes like he always does when they stop sparring for a
minute.

“So I’ve got you under my spell?” she asks, her voice taking on a ‘come
into my parlor’ tone.

“Baby, I’m gone,” he admits, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss
against her throat, then along the side of her neck to her shoulder.

“Gone enough to agree to one of my very few, very rare demands?” she
asks, looking around the room as though she doesn’t have a care in the
world.

Luke freezes against her and very slowly, very methodically moves his
head away from her to look her in the eye. “What sort of demand?” he
asks carefully.

She smiles tightly. “How would you like to come to Wyndemere with me for
Christmas?” she asks brightly. “Not to stay all day. Just long enough
for my to wish my family Merry Christmas, drop off a couple of gifts,
give you a chance to see your daughter and leave. No forced pleasantries
between you and Stefan, no singing Christmas carols together, no
chestnuts roasting on an open fire. . . . no death, no destruction, just
a simple family gathering, wishing those we love a happy holiday, and
those we don’t. . . . well we just leave them alone.”

Luke laughs. Once. Semi-hysterically. “Jesus Woman, have you finally
cracked?” He places his fingers against the side of her head and taps
gently. “Anybody home?” he asks mockingly.

Alexis rolls her eyes. “Well, this uncaring semi-hysterical mockery is
certainly better then the unbridled and irrational anger I’d expected,”
she says brightly.

Sighing, Luke runs a hand over his hair. “How the hell should I react?
You want me to spend Christmas with that den of vipers?” he asks, eyes
widening in outrage.

Alexis raises an eyebrow at him. “In case you’ve forgotten, I *am* one
of those vipers in said den,” she says slowly. “In fact, I’m their
keeper. The one who keeps the vipers safe from the likes of you.” She
glares at him. “And I didn’t say spend Christmas with - I said spend
maybe an hour of your day at their house. It’ll give you a chance to see
your daughter, and me a chance to see my family. I don’t *want* to spend
the day with them. It’ll drive me insane.”

“Then why go at all?” he asks, his eyes almost desperate. “I can see my
kid whenever I want - Laura’ll bring her by the club, or meet me in the
park.”

“Laura,” Alexis mutters under her breath.

Luke sighs, looking heavenward. “Yes, Laura. The mother of my children,
whether you like it or not.”

“The mother of your child,” Alexis corrects him in the softest of
voices.

Luke’s head snaps toward her, his eyes darkening. “The mother of my
child,” he agrees in a deadly tone. “And as such, she will always have a
place in my life.”

Alexis purses her lips. “Of course,” she says in a dignified voice. “I
understand that.” She turns and walks over to one of the longer, tapered
candles, staring at the flame. “It’s just that sometimes your devotion
to that woman can be a bit disheartening for the Cassadine you’re
sleeping with,” she murmurs softly.

Luke shuts his eyes for a moment and walks behind her, reaching a hand
out to touch her back, then drawing it away. Instead, he reaches one
hand under her knees, the other moving to her shoulders and hefts her up
quickly in his arms, ignoring her started gasp. He places a kiss against
her parted lips, pulling back to look her in the eye. “We’ll go to
Wyndemere tomorrow,” he whispers softly. “For an hour. We’re there
sixty-one minutes, and I leave you to fight them off yourself,” he
warns.

Alexis smiles, half tearfully, half impishly. “Sixty minutes. No more. I
promise,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning
the kiss he’d given her.  “Thank you Luke.”

He chuckles under his breath, walking with her into the bedroom and
depositing her on the bed. He kneels over her, his hands on either side
of her head. “Don’t thank me yet,” he mutters. “Thank me when we leave
there with everyone involved still breathing.”

Alexis clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Now what kind
of a Cassadine/Spencer Christmas would it be without a little
bloodshed?” she asks in mock reproach. “Perhaps we should invite Helena
after all,” she murmurs in a tone a little too serious.

Luke leans down and kisses her, hard on the mouth, laying the length of
his body down next to hers. “I’d prefer not to,” he mumbles, pulling
back and spreading soft kisses along her neck. “I really don’t want to
be put in prison for murder on Christmas.”

“What makes you think we’d get caught?” Alexis whispers excitedly,
undoing the buttons on the front of his shirt. “We haven’t been caught
with anything we’ve done yet.”

Luke chuckles like a demented child, running his hands up and down her
sides. “You wanna try our hands at killing the old bird again, huh,” he
murmurs consideringly.

“She’s still threatening me,” Alexis admits woefully.

“Still?” Luke asks sharply, siting up. “As in recently?”

Alexis sighs. “Yesterday. Before I met you at the club.”

Luke sighs dramatically. “Then I guess I’ve gotta kill her.” He winks at
her. “No one threatens my woman and lives to tell the tale.”

Laughing, Alexis rolls on the bed, over him, placing her legs on either
side of his hips and looking down into his eyes. “You’re woman?” she
asks softly, the phrase half-yearning question, half reproach for the
term.

Luke’s hands skim up her bare back, finding the straps on her shoulders
and slowly sliding them down her shoulders. “My woman,” he confirms,
leaning up and placing a possessive kiss over one of her breasts,
flicking his tongue over it through the sheer material.

Alexis gasps softly, her hands moving to his chest and undoing the rest
of the buttons there. She shoves his shirt to the side and lets her
fingers walk over his skin. “Your one and only?” she questions softly,
leaning down to place a kiss against his chest, then looking up at him
again.

Sighing, Luke skims the gown down to her waist, his eyes feasting on her
bare skin. “You wanna bring this up again now?” he asks in a tired
voice.

Alexis sighs as deeply, scraping her nails down his chest. “No,” she
says finally. “I don’t.” She leans down and presses her upper body
against his, kissing his mouth, running her tongue along the inside of
his lips.

Luke turns them quickly, ending up on top of her. He moves his mouth
down her body, his lips closing over one of her nipples and sucking,
hard. His teeth scrape over it gently, nibbling, teasing as his tongue
darts out to soothe. Alexis scratches her nails up his back to his
shoulders, clutching at his back, letting out a few small moans. He
moves to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. His hands skim
down her hips to her nightgown, sliding it down her legs, letting her
kick it away. Continuing his ministrations on her breasts, one of his
hands slides down her hips, to her thigh, lifting it, wrapping it
loosely around his waist.

“Kinda forward, aren’t ya Cowboy?” Alexis asks in a shaky, teasing
voice.

“Just doin’ what the lady tells me ma’am,” Luke replies against her
breast. “I’d assumed she wanted full access to my seductive wiles.”

A small laugh escapes Alexis’ mouth. “Your seductive wiles?” she teases
on a moan, his tongue doing magnificent things to her body.

“Yea, them,” Luke mumbles, his hand inching between her thighs, his
thumb brushing over her clit. “How’m I doin’ so far?” he asks
mischievously.

Alexis moans and arches her hips against his hand. “Good,” she finally
manages to get out. “I’m seduced.”

“You’re seduced already?” Luke asks in a shocked voice. “Gee. . . I
never seduced a woman so fast before.”

Alexis rolls her eyes. “Great. Not only am I a Cassadine, but I’m an
*easy* Cassadine.” She sighs dramatically. “That just figures.”

Luke moves up her body, his thumb still working her clit. He places his
mouth against her ear. “An easy Cassadine is *my* kinda Cassadine,” he
whispers, slipping two fingers inside her.

Arching against him, Alexis lets out a small soughing sound. “So what
does that make a seductive Spencer?” she manages to get out.

“The norm?” he asks, trying to sound innocent.

Alexis digs her nails into his back once, hard. “A rarity if ever I’ve
heard one,” she corrects, her eyes closing as another moan escapes her
lips. “Luke,” she mumbles on a contended sigh.

“That’s the name, don’t wear it out,” he whispers, placing his mouth
over hers and kissing her, hard, his fingers stroking in and out of her
quickly, his thumb still working her clit.

Alexis stiffens, arching against his hand as her orgasm shoots through
her body suddenly. Fingernails digging into his back, she lets out the
quiet scream she knows he loves to hear. Luke runs his mouth over her
throat, his fingers still moving against her gently until her body is
still. “Not bad,” Alexis finally manages to murmur. “For an old man.”
Her hands move down his stomach to his trousers, shoving them off his
hips and down his legs. Her own legs wrap around his hips and she pulls
him to her, his erection brushing against her.

Luke sucks in a breath at the contact. Alexis’ hand runs to his
erection, wrapping around it and stroking, strong, fluid strokes. “Jesus
baby,” he mutters harshly against the crook of her neck.

“I thought Jesus was the baby?” she asks in a feigned confused voice.
“But wait - isn’t that God talk?” she whispers against his ear, her hand
moving a little firmer, a little faster.

Luke’s hand moves down to cover hers, pulling it away from his erection
and placing a kiss against the palm. “You’re a tease,” he murmurs,
kissing her mouth softly.

“And you’re incorrigible,” she returns. “Your point?”

“Is right here,” he mutters, waggling his eyebrows and lifting her hips,
slipping his erection inside her.

Alexis groans, both from pleasure and from his statement. “What did I
tell you about the cheese?” she gasps out.

“You love my cheddar,” he mutters, smiling against her ear as he begins
to stroke slowly.

“You give great cheddar,” she assures him, eyes drifting shut, her legs
wrapping tightly around his hips. “The best.”

“What about my Monterey Jack?” he asks breathlessly, moving his hips
against hers faster.

“I’m more a Munster girl myself, but. . .” she trails off, a long, low
groan leaving her mouth as his thrusts become harder, less smooth, but
more intense.

“Munster,” he mutters. “I’ll have to remember that.” His hands run over
her breasts, then to her hips, lifting them against his as he thrusts
harder, getting as deep of penetration as he can. He leans his head down
and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, biting it
gently.

Alexis arches her back, a scream leaving her mouth, followed by the
constant murmuring of his name. Her hands moving to his back, her nails
digging into his skin as she comes violently against him. Luke’s entire
body stiffens and he buries his face in her neck. He thrusts into her a
few more times, sharp, quick, graceless strokes. His body tightens more
as he comes, groaning against her skin, placing his lips around the side
of her neck and sucking. He collapses against her, his face resting
above her breast, his breathing labored. Her fingers feather over his
back, running over his scalp, then moving back to stroke his back
soothingly.

“Definitely not bad for an old man,” she whispers against the top of his
head, placing a kiss there.

Luke rolls, taking her with him, cradling her head against his chest. He
places a kiss against her forehead, his hand stroking over her lower
back gently. “Darlin’, you’re pushing it with this old man bullshit,” he
mutters.

Alexis quirks her lips, placing a kiss to his chest. “Let it be?”

“The Beatles were wise, and wonderful individuals,” he advises gently,
holding her close and shutting his eyes. “Truly gifted.”

“Me or them?” she inquires impishly.

“You baby,” he answers without hesitation. “Always you.”

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