Author's Note: So lately I've had this sudden re-obsession with my favorite couple. I guess it's to be expected...but anyway, I was on JB again today, and re-reading some older fic. It got me to thinking about this. It doesn't have any dramatically huge point, but i'd like to think it's pretty good. Reviews are most certantly welcome, so please, leave me one.
This is a one-shot centered around Alexis, though certain other people (i.e Ric, Sam, and of course Sonny (cue the title)...are implied)...
Disclaimer: I don't own GH, nor do I own Alexis Davis, or any of her somewhat fanatical cravings.
Set Present Day
She wasn't sure what it was about them.
Every once in a while, when Alexis was truly tired, when the matters of the day were just too much for her to bare, she'd strip her bed-comforter, pillow cases and all. She'd go to her closet, carefully reaching onto the top shelf, and she'd grab a box.
It never happened when she and Ric were together. In fact, she hadn't slept on the sheets in quite a long time. But since she and Ric divorced, she pulled them out more. Sighing, Alexis would carefully unfold them,making her bed.
Sonny was right.
There were times Alexis hated to admit that. It was a fact that most days drove her up a wall. In truth, they'd been getting along great lately. Though she was sure that Jason had somehow been linked in Alcazar's death. Still every once in a while, she'd catch him smiling. Like old times.
So once Kristina went to bed, once she herself felt tired enough, she'd pull the smooth black material out of the box she'd wrapped it in, and she'd make her bed. When she was done, Alexis would lay down, hoping for something-anything. And most times it happened.
She'd lay down against the smooth silk of her pillow case, sighing in luxurious content. And she'd sleep.
Dreams came easier somehow, though Alexis couldn't explain that one. After she found Ric and Sam together, there were nights when she couldn't sleep, the image burning a permanent place in her mind. The ultimate betrayal.
Shuddering at the thought, Alexis stared at her newly made bed again, the moonlight reflecting in from the window. She convince herself that it wasn't about him. It couldn't be. But inside, she somehow strangely knew that it was. It was him. He was the reason she bought them, the reason she took the box out on special occasions, temporarily changing her bedwear.
It was strange...that rest could come easier just because of what you slept on. But still, it was a chance.
It was a chance. A temporary change from the everyday, the normal. A chance to forget everything that was going on, and just give in. A chance to remember.
Sonny was right.
Somehow, everything was always better on black satin sheets.