Chapter 57
“So now what do we do?” Liz asked, walking down the street next to Lucky, looking up at the lights flashing all around them.
“I don’t know. This whole thing was your idea! What do married people do for fun?” Lucky asked, stopping to sit on the edge of a fountain. All the lights around them were starting to make him dizzy.
Liz stopped and stood in front of him. “What are you doing? I thought we were supposed to be walking somewhere?”
“Well, when we actually have a place to go, I’ll get up. I’m tired, okay? It’s...” he looked at his watch, “...almost three o’clock in the morning back in Port Charles. Maybe we should find some place to sleep.”
Liz put the envelope that contained their video and marriage certificate on the ground, then sat down next to Lucky. “That sounds like a hotel. They’re all over the place, so why don’t we just pick one? I could use some sleep too, now that you mention it.”
“Okay, which one?” he asked, looking around them at the various buildings. All the neon signs seemed to blend together as his eyes went in and out of focus. Suddenly realizing something, he turned to her and grinned. “Hey, we almost forgot the most important part of getting married!”
Liz frowned, thinking. “We had the ceremony, got rings, I even threw the bouquet, what else is there?”
He wiggled his eyebrows at her, trying not to laugh. “The honeymoon, of course!”
Liz gasped and hit him on the shoulder. “Ew! Get your mind out of the gutter!”
“Ow, watch it, woman! Now that we’re married, I could turn you in for domestic abuse! I was just kidding anyway, what happened to your sense of humor?” he asked, rubbing his shoulder.
“Domestic abuse, yeah right,” she scoffed. “It should be considered self-defense, after what you suggested!”
“This coming from the person who couldn’t keep her lips off of me a few hours ago?” he teased.
Liz blushed and looked away. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Well, you kept kissing me, too!”
“I know, and you didn’t seem to mind, either, so why the violent reaction now?” he taunted. Liz glared at him for a moment, then reached into the fountain and splashed water on him. He jumped up in shock, shaking himself off.
“What was that for?”
She giggled and splashed him again. “I thought you needed to be cooled off. Now you’re all wet!”
“That does it, now this is war!” he exclaimed, moving back to the fountain and reaching in to splash her. She jumped out of the way, but wasn’t fast enough. They continued to splash each other for a few minutes, until their upper bodies were completely soaked.
“Okay, okay, uncle!” Lucky said, holding up his hands. “Now we really do need to find a hotel!”
“Ew, I’m all soggy,” Liz whined, wringing out part of her shirt. She looked around and spotted a large hotel across the street from them. “There, let’s just go to that one.”
Lucky nodded and picked up their stuff from the ground, surprised that it had managed to avoid the onslaught of water that was being thrown around. “Okay, let’s go.” They hurried across the street, dodging through traffic, and ran into the lobby, giggling like schoolchildren, dripping everywhere.
“Hi, we need a room,” he greeted, out of breath, as they got up to the registration counter. He set down the envelope he had been carrying on the counter and dug into his pockets for his wallet.
The clerk recognized the label on the envelope and smiled, curious how they managed to get drenched, when there hadn’t been any rain there in weeks. “Did you two just get married?”
Lucky and Liz both giggled, nodding. “Well then, I’ll put you in our honeymoon suite. I just need a major credit card for a deposit.”
Lucky took out one of his cards and handed it to her while Liz roamed around the spacious lobby, gazing in awe at everything. The transaction was done in a matter of minutes, and the clerk handed him a key and smiled warmly. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Spencer.”
Lucky nearly burst out laughing as he took the key from her. He hurried over to where Liz was standing and nudged her. “Come on, Mrs. Spencer!”
She whirled around and frowned at him. “What did you just call me?”
“Mrs. Spencer. That’s your name now, you know. You’re my wife, remember?” he asked, a mischievous grin on his face. They stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the top floor.
She giggled and leaned against the wall. “I can’t wait to see your dad’s face when he finds out what we did!”
The elevator stopped on their floor, and they hurried down the hall to the honeymoon suite, shivering in their wet clothes. They stopped at the door while Lucky unlocked it.
“Hey, aren’t I supposed to carry you over the thresh- ... tressh-...um, into the room?” Liz asked, the combination of alcohol in her system and exhaustion making it difficult for her to speak.
Lucky laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, like you could pick me up! No, it’s the huband that carreis the wife over. I guess we should do that, huh?” Before she could answer, he grabbed her and hoisted her into his arms, then staggered into the room, nearly dropping her.
“Careful! I’m not that heavy!” she scolded as he let her go.
“Yeah, but you’re wet, so that makes it worse,” he said, trying to sound like he actually knew what he was talking about.
“Wet, right,” she muttered, unbuttoning her shirt. “I hate being wet!” She proceeded to shed all her clothing, except her underwear, letting it all just fall to the ground wherever she was standing. Lucky watched her with amusement, and a little bit of desire. When she was done, she looked up at him and frowned. “What?”
“Well, you’re naked, that’ what!” he laughed. “Maybe you should see if there’s a robe in there.” He pointed to the bathroom.
“Yeah, it is a little chilly now,” she muttered, turning to go into the other room. While she was gone, Lucky removed his shirt and pants, tossing them onto the floor near hers. She was right, wet clothes were annoying. She returned a minutes later wearing a white terrycloth robe and carrying another.
“Should have known, matching robes,” she chuckled, tossing the other one to him, admiring his body as he slipped it on. He saw the strange expression on her face and smiled.
“What?”
She quickly shook her head, staggering over to the bed. She was exhausted, and felt like she was going to drop any second. She sat down on the edge and looked up at him. He was still staring at her. “Nothing, okay?”
He shrugged and turned to go into the bathroom as Liz crawled into bed. She pulled the covers up around her and laid back against the multitudes of pillows that were piled up, then started to snicker. “Hey, Lucky! There’s a mirror on the ceiling!”
A moment later, he emerged from the bathroom and walked over to the other side of the bed. He took off the robe and climbed in, then switched off the last remaining light. “Good night, Mrs. Spencer,” he said with a snicker.
“Good night, Mr. Webber,” she replied, stifling her own giggle. She tossed around for a few minutes, trying to get comfortable, but the robe was making her warm, and kept bunching up, so finally she took it off and threw it on the floor. Lucky rolled onto his side to face her.
“What did you just do?”
“I took off the robe, it was annoying me.”
“So you’re naked again?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
She laughed and shook her head. “No more than you are!”
“Yeah, but you’re a girl...”
“And I’m also your wife now, so get over it..” She turned over to face him, holding the blanket up so it was covering her chest. Anyway, you’re the one that brought up the honeymoon in the first place!”
“Yeah, but you hit me! Obviously, the idea disgusts you, so if you want me to stay away from you, maybe you shouldn’t be crawling into bed with me, naked!”
“I told you, I’m not naked! Anyway, I never said I was disgusted by the idea,” she pouted.
“Then why did you smack me?” he asked, inching closer to her.
“I don’t know, I guess I was just being playful. In case you didn’t notice,” she scooted over so her face was right in front of his, “I’m drunk.”
“Gee, you don’t say?” he asked, laughing. “Well, so am I, but I didn’t hit you, did I?”
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry,” she muttered, suddenly realizing how close their bodies were. “Am I forgiven?”
Lucky inhaled sharply as her leg brushed up against him. “Careful, lady,” he muttered.
“Oops, sorry,” she whispered, but didn’t pull her leg back. “I guess we should go to sleep, right?”
“Right.”
Liz smiled and reached over impulsively to kiss him good-night. As she started to move away, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her over to him, kissing her fiercely. She buried her fingers in his hair, pressing her body against his. He moaned slightly at the sudden contact and rolled on top of her as their kisses intensified.
After a few minutes, they parted and rolled onto their backs, looking up at each other in the mirrored ceiling. “Well...” Liz gasped.
“Yeah,” Lucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. He rolled his head to the side to look at her and smiled. “Maybe we should go to sleep before we do something we might regret later.”
She nodded, still catching her breath. “Right. I’m tired, anyway,” she muttered, her eyes closing as she spoke. A second later, she was out cold. Lucky chuckled and shook his head, then rolled onto his side, facing her. He wrapped his arm around her and closed his eyes, promptly drifting off to sleep.
