by Jera
RECAP: Lucky and Liz promised each other never to be apart again, and spent the day together in Paris. Lucky planed a surprise for that same evening.
Liz heard the knock on the door and looked over to the clock. It was 6:40. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, and went to open the door. Lucky stood in front of the door, dressed in tuxedo, a smile on his face turned to wide eyed admiration when he saw Liz. Liz was wearing a beautiful flowing plum color evening gown which left one of her shoulders bare. The tiny silver sparkles on the gown matched the small diamond studs on her ears, as well as the sparkle in her eyes. Lucky swallowed hard before he could find his voice.
Lucky: Elizabeth...you look.....you look like a princess......
Liz's smile reached it's fullness upon hearing that.
Liz: Thank you. And you......look very much like a prince.
She'd never seen Lucky in a tuxedo before. This wasn't one of those formal suits that Lucky had worn a few times. This was the real tuxedo with the bow tie, the black evening jacket, and the waist band. His hair was slightly long, leaving part of his forehead covered by it. Liz's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Lucky held out the roses in his hand. Liz smiled again.
Liz: Lucky, you just gave me roses yesterday.
Lucky: I would love to give you roses every single day if I could, Elizabeth.
Liz lowered her eyelashes, casting a shadow on her face. She took the roses, smiled at Lucky, and went to put the flowers in water. Taking her purse, she went back to the door. Lucky held out his arm to her, which she gladly took.
Liz: Where are we going?
Lucky grinned.
Lucky: You'll find out soon enough, my princess.
Liz put her hand in Lucky's outstretched hand, stepped out of the limousine, looked up as the Eiffel tower stood tall in front of her.
Liz: Is this why you didn't want to come here this afternoon?
Lucky: Exactly.
Lucky lead her up to the second level of Eiffel Tower, right to the only restaurant there. The lady in front smiled graciously.
Lady: Bonsoir, Madame, Monsieur.
Lucky: Bonsoir, Je m'appelle Lucky Spencer.
Lady: Oui, Monsieur.
The lady smiled brightly, looking at the book laying open before her.
Lady: This way, please.
Lucky and Liz followed her to a table right by the window overlooking Paris beneath them. Lucky pulled the chair out for Liz, and grinned when she slowly sat down with her eyes glued to the view in front of her.
Liz: Oh, my god...Lucky.....this is....this is.....
Lucky: I thought you might appreciate the view.
Liz: Lucky, how did you...I mean, this is Jules Verne! You have to make reservation months ahead to get a table like this I'm sure. You didn't even make a hotel reservation, how did you manage this?
Lucky sat down across from Liz, and smiled at her stunned expression.
Lucky: Sometimes being Luke Spencer's son has its perks.
Liz: Your dad got the reservation for us?
Lucky: The chef here is a friend of dad's. I don't know exactly how, but apparently Mr. Alan Reix was a dare devil turned chef. I've heard dad talked about him before, and remembered it when I was trying to figure out how to surprise you.
Liz: Lucky, this is absolutely amazing....looking at the Paris night scene from the Eiffel Tower? I can understand now why they call Paris the city of Lights.
Lucky: Among other things.
Lucky reached across the table, linked his fingers with Liz's. They both stared at the beautiful night scene before them. At 400 feet above the ground, Paris was a magnificent sight of a blend of lights and colors. The Seine was its usual serene self in the middle of the whole picture. Somewhere in the background piano music soothingly added another element to this already perfected dream. Liz barely noticed when their server came and took their order. Lucky had ordered for both of them at Liz's insistence. In French. While Liz was watching Paris, Lucky watched her. His heart filled with emotions he could not put to words. All he could think was wishing he could just keep watching her like that for the rest of his life. Liz finally turned and smiled at him.
Liz: Lucky, thank you.
Lucky: No, Elizabeth, thank you.
Liz: Me? You are the one that planned this wonderful evening.
Lucky: Thank you for being here. Thank you for giving me another chance. Thank you for making me the luckiest man on earth by standing beside me. Thank you, most of all, for being you.
They leaned toward each other, and shared a kiss that was both gentle and passionate. Liz's face was beautifully flushed when the server coughed to get their attention upon delivering their food with an understanding grin on his face.
Liz looked down at her plate.
Liz: What am I having?
Lucky: Turbot grilled in green apple juice.
Liz: Turbot and apple juice? I don't think I've ever put those two in the same sentence before.
Lucky: (laughingly) It's chef Reix's specialty. I think you'll like it.
Liz: By the way, when did you learn to speak French like that?
Lucky: Well, princess, a man has to have something up his sleeves or you'd be bored with me quickly.
Liz was the one laughing this time.
Liz: Be bored with you? Lucky, that's the most impossible thing I've ever heard of. I would never be bored with you. You are the most amazingly entertaining, wonderfully surprising, ......simply the best thing in my life.
Lucky: Why don't you reserve that judgment until after you've tried your food?
Liz laughed, and dug in. At the first bite, it was somewhat unusual. As she began to eat a few more bites, she discovered that Lucky was right. She loved the taste of the mixture of sweet and tart, just like the taste of true love. They shared a few bites of each other's food, enjoyed the view, and smiled at each other like fools for no reason at all, lacing their fingers together while holding the fork with the other hand. When the meal was finished, Lucky glanced over to the piano bar, and excused himself from the table. He went over to the musician sitting at the piano, whispered something in his ear. The musician glanced toward the general direction of Lucky and Liz's table, nodded his head with a smile. Lucky walked back to their table, stood in front of Liz, arm stretched.
Lucky: May I have this dance?
Liz smiled tenderly, nodding as she stood up taking Lucky's hand. Lucky lead her onto the dance floor, holding her close to him, slowly dancing when the music started. It was "you are so beautiful to me." Liz's face rested on Lucky's chest while they glided through the dance floor. She could feel Lucky's breath on her hair, and his heart beat beneath her ear. She moved closer to Lucky, seeking the reassuring warmth of his body. Lucky's arm around her tightened a little, sheltering her with his strength. Lucky started to kiss Liz's hair, then he nibbled softly on her ear, sending her senses straight up into the clouds. When he finally found her waiting mouth, she eagerly welcomed his lips on hers. His lips moved against hers with a tender, hungry yearning that was matched by hers. Her lips melted against his as his tongue slid over her lips, then plunged gently between them. A tremor ran through both of them. Liz slid her fingers around back into the soft hair at Lucky's nape, and automatically fitted her body to his as his mouth moved against hers with tender fierceness. Liquid heat raced through both of them in a rage as the scalding kiss continued on until Lucky broke away moments later when he finally realized the music had stopped. Liz buried her face in his chest, trying hard to steady her steps as the jolt of pleasure was still coming at her. Lucky kept her in a tight embrace while they both waited for their breath to return to normal.
They spent the rest of the night walking around Paris snuggled against each other until the first ray of sunlight broke through the cloud. They sat in front of the fountain at Place de la Concorde, the great square at one end of the Champs-Elysees, with Lucky's jacket around both of them, watching the sunrise. Lucky turned to Liz, his smile tender.
Lucky: How did you like Paris?
Liz smiled.
Liz: It was perfect.
Liz titled her face up slightly, brushing her lips slowly against Lucky's.
Liz: The best part was you.
Lucky crashed his mouth onto hers, smoldering her with a slow and unbroken kiss. They sat there, in Paris, welcoming the new day while generating bright lights from within themselves.
"She's living inside my heart" by Bob Seger
When the sun came up this morning
And she smiled her smile for me
I felt it for the first time
Something deep inside of me
So you can take your midnight rambling browse
And you can keep your winding roads
She's living inside my heart now
Living inside
Oh there is an easiness about her
There is a softness in her way
But she gets me through the hard time
We get closer everyday
I know I'll never be along now
Cause even if I'm far away
She's living inside my heart now
Living inside
And I don't know what I did to deserve her
But I'll you this my friend
I'm never gonna lose her
Never gonna lose her
Cause every night
She's living inside my heart now
Living inside
Oh and I never believed
How much could someone come to mean to me.............
TO BE CONTINUED.................
