Alexis sat at the dining room table and watched Sonny. He was studying the playlist on the computer monitor. Kristina had connected her computer to the stereo system. This was the source of the constant music that filled the penthouse. Sonny seemed fascinated by it. Alexis was finishing the omelette that Sonny had prepared. He had insisted on feeding her dinner again. He was doing that a lot lately. He'd show up at sunset with some excuse or another and then manage to convince her he was the only one who could make sure she was eating right. He would then proceed to find edible things in her refrigerator, things that she didn't even know were in there. He'd combine them in some magical way so that the result was delicious.
Cooking was a skill that had escaped Alexis for her entire life. She made many attempts at learning to cook in her youth. Then she met Christian and he restricted her efforts to microwave popcorn. He was to be the cook in their home. He promised her that popcorn was the only thing she would ever have to cook for the rest of her life. For a long time after he died, the thought of cooking was physically painful. By the time she got over her grief, she was just too busy with her law practice to take on the added duties of cooking. Or maybe she just wanted Christian's promise kept.
Christian cooked to spread joy. He loved to see people enjoying his creations. Sonny seemed to use cooking to express his emotions. He had been offering Alexis his own brand of emotional support in the form of home cooked meals. It wasn't coincidence that he kept showing up at sunset. He was worried about a repeat performance of week ago. Kristina had tried to explore Alexis' feelings, and brought up some painful memories. That evening the sunset had triggered a severe flashback. The red of the early evening sky had sent her spiraling downward in an unending cycle of images containing blood and death. Sonny was worried about a relapse.
He had valid reasons to check on her the first couple of days. Now, however she could easily make the argument that his visits were unneeded. She was fine, no flashbacks, no bad dreams, everything back to normal. She could make that argument, but she didn't. She liked his visits, and happily accepted his concern in the form of dinner every night. She felt a little guilty, but damn that man could cook! Plus, she enjoyed his company and he enjoyed hers.
Part of her wanted to believe it wasn't just worry for his friend/lawyer that brought him over each night. Part of her wanted to believe that he felt the same way for her, as she did for him. Kristina was right, she was in love with Sonny Corinthos! Alexis knew the exact moment when she realized her feelings of friendship had escalated to love. When Sonny was shot, she discovered that his well-being had become as important, or maybe even more important, than her own. She wasn't sure when lust started rearing it's ugly head, but there was no denying that either. She wanted him, more and more each day. It was getting increasingly difficult to control her feelings, especially this last week. She sighed and looked across the room. Sonny was spending an awfully long time at Kristina's computer.
"Sonny, what's so interesting?"
"This is." He gestured to the computer "She's got a whole computer just devoted to music?"
"Yeah, she uses it for L&B business. She's got the current L&B artists as well as demo material from bands they're thinking of signing. She is absolutely obsessive about music. She put every bit of music in the penthouse into that thing and cataloged it all. Then she organized it into little playlists. She's got the morning playlist, the evening playlist, the bedtime playlist, the Alexis is in a bitchy mood playlist . . . We should be listening to the dinner playlist now."
"Yeah we are." Sonny looked at the display. The current playlist was titled 'Alexis - Dinner Time'. There were also playlists for the evening and the morning just as Alexis had said. He displayed a deep dimpled grin when he saw the 'Alexis - Bitchy' playlist. Then he noticed one particular playlist. It was labeled 'Alexis - Passion'. He turned to her. "Alexis, it's all Dave Matthews."
"Yep, Kristina says his music reflects my soul." She ate the last of the omelette and dropped the fork to the plate.
"Hmm." Kristina did have some insight into her sister. That was undeniable. However trying to figure out what was true insight and what was new age psychobabble was difficult. It made some sense, though. Dave Matthews was very much about passion, death and coping with loss. All things Alexis was intimately familiar with. His eyes came back to the playlist labeled 'Passion'. He moved the mouse to highlight it and double-clicked.
"Where is your sister? Can we expect her home anytime soon?" He hoped not.
"She's in New York with Ned. They're scouting new talent. I don't expect her back for three days so your safe. No nasty encounters with my sister tonight." She gave him a knowing smile.
He smiled back. This night had potential.
The last of the dinner music ended. A single guitar started playing. Soon percussion followed and then a slow sensuous sax, and finally the chorus.
* Honey, honey, come and dance with me
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
Sonny smiled as he watched Alexis. She was sitting at the table drinking her after dinner coffee. The music was affecting her. She moved almost unconsciously to the beat.
Oh, I say, will you look here
Oh, it's a lovely night
And I feel fine, I feel alright tonight
It affected him too. He wanted to hold her.
Oh and I see you there
In the corner, long faced, and all sitting by yourself
But I don't want to see you blue, no
I don't want to see you in the corner by yourself
"Alexis?" Sonny smiled and gestured toward the stereo.
Come on now, girl
Lovely, lovely, lady
How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you
Come and dance with me?
"What?" She was purposely misunderstanding his proposal. Dancing with Sonny could be dangerous.
Sonny's smile grew to a full dimpled grin. He cocked his head to the side and opened his arms wide.
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
She looked down. She was at war with herself. She didn't say no, but she couldn't go to him.
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms and held her close. "It's time to start healing your soul, Alexis."
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
As they swayed with the music, Sonny felt his heart beat faster. It was exciting just to hold her. He wanted her so much. She had to feel it too. It would break his heart if she didn't return his feelings. He buried his head in her hair, delighting in her scent.
Honey, honey, come and dance
Alexis was in a small panic. She couldn't let this happen. She needed to stop this before it went too far, yet she was powerless. She had no will when she was in his arms. She felt weak kneed and she certainly wasn't getting enough oxygen to her brain. All her blood was heading somewhere else. It felt wonderful to be in his arms. This was not good at all.
Girl, how much time, how much time
Should I take out of the night
To warm you up?
She wasn't running away. That was good, but not good enough. He wanted her enthusiastic participation. He ran his hands down her back and felt his body ache for her.
How much time, how much time
Should I take from the night
To warm you up?
Alexis was having trouble thinking. Her mind was flooded with the glorious sensation of his touch. This should not be happening. This was wonderful. She closed her eyes, placed her head on his shoulder and held on tight.
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
They danced, sharing their first moments of real physical intimacy. Their bodies were made for each other. They fit perfectly, and moved in unison, as if they were of one mind, one soul.
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
Honey, honey, come and dance
"Alexis" Sonny's voice was a husky whisper. "I love you. I love you and I want to be with you."
The song climaxed with a flourish.
Alexis' eyes snapped open "What!"
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* #36 - Dave Matthews Band
Cooking was a skill that had escaped Alexis for her entire life. She made many attempts at learning to cook in her youth. Then she met Christian and he restricted her efforts to microwave popcorn. He was to be the cook in their home. He promised her that popcorn was the only thing she would ever have to cook for the rest of her life. For a long time after he died, the thought of cooking was physically painful. By the time she got over her grief, she was just too busy with her law practice to take on the added duties of cooking. Or maybe she just wanted Christian's promise kept.
Christian cooked to spread joy. He loved to see people enjoying his creations. Sonny seemed to use cooking to express his emotions. He had been offering Alexis his own brand of emotional support in the form of home cooked meals. It wasn't coincidence that he kept showing up at sunset. He was worried about a repeat performance of week ago. Kristina had tried to explore Alexis' feelings, and brought up some painful memories. That evening the sunset had triggered a severe flashback. The red of the early evening sky had sent her spiraling downward in an unending cycle of images containing blood and death. Sonny was worried about a relapse.
He had valid reasons to check on her the first couple of days. Now, however she could easily make the argument that his visits were unneeded. She was fine, no flashbacks, no bad dreams, everything back to normal. She could make that argument, but she didn't. She liked his visits, and happily accepted his concern in the form of dinner every night. She felt a little guilty, but damn that man could cook! Plus, she enjoyed his company and he enjoyed hers.
Part of her wanted to believe it wasn't just worry for his friend/lawyer that brought him over each night. Part of her wanted to believe that he felt the same way for her, as she did for him. Kristina was right, she was in love with Sonny Corinthos! Alexis knew the exact moment when she realized her feelings of friendship had escalated to love. When Sonny was shot, she discovered that his well-being had become as important, or maybe even more important, than her own. She wasn't sure when lust started rearing it's ugly head, but there was no denying that either. She wanted him, more and more each day. It was getting increasingly difficult to control her feelings, especially this last week. She sighed and looked across the room. Sonny was spending an awfully long time at Kristina's computer.
"Sonny, what's so interesting?"
"This is." He gestured to the computer "She's got a whole computer just devoted to music?"
"Yeah, she uses it for L&B business. She's got the current L&B artists as well as demo material from bands they're thinking of signing. She is absolutely obsessive about music. She put every bit of music in the penthouse into that thing and cataloged it all. Then she organized it into little playlists. She's got the morning playlist, the evening playlist, the bedtime playlist, the Alexis is in a bitchy mood playlist . . . We should be listening to the dinner playlist now."
"Yeah we are." Sonny looked at the display. The current playlist was titled 'Alexis - Dinner Time'. There were also playlists for the evening and the morning just as Alexis had said. He displayed a deep dimpled grin when he saw the 'Alexis - Bitchy' playlist. Then he noticed one particular playlist. It was labeled 'Alexis - Passion'. He turned to her. "Alexis, it's all Dave Matthews."
"Yep, Kristina says his music reflects my soul." She ate the last of the omelette and dropped the fork to the plate.
"Hmm." Kristina did have some insight into her sister. That was undeniable. However trying to figure out what was true insight and what was new age psychobabble was difficult. It made some sense, though. Dave Matthews was very much about passion, death and coping with loss. All things Alexis was intimately familiar with. His eyes came back to the playlist labeled 'Passion'. He moved the mouse to highlight it and double-clicked.
"Where is your sister? Can we expect her home anytime soon?" He hoped not.
"She's in New York with Ned. They're scouting new talent. I don't expect her back for three days so your safe. No nasty encounters with my sister tonight." She gave him a knowing smile.
He smiled back. This night had potential.
The last of the dinner music ended. A single guitar started playing. Soon percussion followed and then a slow sensuous sax, and finally the chorus.
* Honey, honey, come and dance with me
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
Sonny smiled as he watched Alexis. She was sitting at the table drinking her after dinner coffee. The music was affecting her. She moved almost unconsciously to the beat.
Oh, I say, will you look here
Oh, it's a lovely night
And I feel fine, I feel alright tonight
It affected him too. He wanted to hold her.
Oh and I see you there
In the corner, long faced, and all sitting by yourself
But I don't want to see you blue, no
I don't want to see you in the corner by yourself
"Alexis?" Sonny smiled and gestured toward the stereo.
Come on now, girl
Lovely, lovely, lady
How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you
Come and dance with me?
"What?" She was purposely misunderstanding his proposal. Dancing with Sonny could be dangerous.
Sonny's smile grew to a full dimpled grin. He cocked his head to the side and opened his arms wide.
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
She looked down. She was at war with herself. She didn't say no, but she couldn't go to him.
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms and held her close. "It's time to start healing your soul, Alexis."
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
As they swayed with the music, Sonny felt his heart beat faster. It was exciting just to hold her. He wanted her so much. She had to feel it too. It would break his heart if she didn't return his feelings. He buried his head in her hair, delighting in her scent.
Honey, honey, come and dance
Alexis was in a small panic. She couldn't let this happen. She needed to stop this before it went too far, yet she was powerless. She had no will when she was in his arms. She felt weak kneed and she certainly wasn't getting enough oxygen to her brain. All her blood was heading somewhere else. It felt wonderful to be in his arms. This was not good at all.
Girl, how much time, how much time
Should I take out of the night
To warm you up?
She wasn't running away. That was good, but not good enough. He wanted her enthusiastic participation. He ran his hands down her back and felt his body ache for her.
How much time, how much time
Should I take from the night
To warm you up?
Alexis was having trouble thinking. Her mind was flooded with the glorious sensation of his touch. This should not be happening. This was wonderful. She closed her eyes, placed her head on his shoulder and held on tight.
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
They danced, sharing their first moments of real physical intimacy. Their bodies were made for each other. They fit perfectly, and moved in unison, as if they were of one mind, one soul.
Honey, honey, come and dance with me
Honey, honey, come and dance
"Alexis" Sonny's voice was a husky whisper. "I love you. I love you and I want to be with you."
The song climaxed with a flourish.
Alexis' eyes snapped open "What!"
.
.
* #36 - Dave Matthews Band