1 The Same Coin

Chapter 5: Honeymoon In Vegas (part B)

By Jessie

- Author's Note- Ok, people, this is where the "R" rating comes into play. So, if you're underage, or you're offended by sexual activity, DON"T READ IT!!!!

Las Vegas- Hotel Suite

Skye was roused from sleep by the pleasant sensation of being kissed passionately. Eyes still closed, she smiled slightly and kissed back. This was definitely better than an alarm clock. He moved his lips from hers to kiss the hollow of her throat, eliciting a soft moan from her. She expected him to kiss her mouth again but he did not. Instead, he used his lips to trace a path down the curve of her breast, and then slowly back up to her neck and then to her ear lobe. He nipped it with his teeth but then used his tongue to soothe away any pain he'd caused. Needing the feel of his mouth on hers, Skye clutched a handful of his hair, pulling his head up and kissing him fiercely. This time, he was the one to moan. He tangled his hands in her hair, forcing her head upward, giving him better access to her mouth, and parted her lips with his tongue. Ruthlessly, he kissed her until she pulled away, gasping for breath. He said softly in her ear, " Antoinette.." Skye's eyes flew open and she looked at the hair she was still clutching. It was jet black. She looked at Sonny's sleeping face, horrified at what she'd done with him, and what she still wanted to do with him.

She tried to pull away from him, but his hold tightened. He whispered husky Spanish words into her ear, making her treacherous body shiver. He began kissing her again, but this time Skye was unresponsive, hoping he wouldn't finish what he started, hoping he'd give up. She was to be disappointed. Even asleep, Sonny Corinthos was ruthless in the pursuit of something he wanted, or in this case, someone. And at this moment, the someone he wanted was Antoinette. She felt his hands unfastening the clasp on her bra, removing it, she saw him throw it over his shoulder, watched it land half-hazardly on the floor. She knew that she hated him, that she should push his hands away and get out of the bed. She knew his desire for her was fleeting and for someone long dead, and when he woke up, he'd hate her as well. She knew she had a thousand reasons to end this, but as his mouth closed over her breast, she knew she couldn't act on any of them. He tormented her, sucking gently at first, then roughly, until Skye was ready to scream in frustration. She pulled his head away from her breast and kissed him hard. She reached down between his legs and cupped him in her hand. His response was a cross between a moan and a growl. Frantically, they tore at their remaining clothing, desperate to remove the final barriers that separated them. He took her left leg and wrapped it around his waist, and entered her with one deep thrust. She gasped, realizing that after all these years; he was still a perfect fit. His chocolate eyes opened, clearly dazed at what was happening. Afraid he would stop, she wrapped her other leg around him and pulled him deeper inside her. His eyes lost the dazed expression and changed to one of pure hunger.

***Suzette's-1984

Antoinette looked into the crowd and was shocked to see the guy from the opera. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about him, and now here he was. From the look on his face, she could tell he was glad to see her, and as she was about to smile at him, she noticed the brunette sitting next to him. She'd also noticed the way he had been staring at Antoinette and had placed her hand on his arm lightly, giving Antoinette a "hands off, he's mine" look. He didn't return the gesture, but he didn't move her hand away either. Antoinette raised her eyebrow slightly and shrugged one shoulder indifferently. She nodded at the piano player, who began playing her next number. This time, she looked right at Michael and began singing.

There's a saying old,

Says that love is blind.

Still we're often told,

Seek and ye shall find.

So I'm going to seek a certain lad,

I've had in mind.

Microphone in hand, she sauntered off the stage, a spotlight following her as she walked around in the audience. She walked from one table to the next as she continued singing.

Looking everywhere,

Haven't found him yet.

He's the big affair,

I cannot forget,

Only man I ever think of with regret.

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram.

Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longing to see.

I hope that he turns out to be,

Someone who'll watch over me.

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.

I know I could always be good

To one who'd watch over me.

She made her way back up to Michael's table. When she reached it, she sat slightly on the left side of the table, so that she was sitting just inches away from him. He watched her as she finished the song.

Although he may not be the man,

Some girls think of as handsome,

To my heart he carries the key.

Won't you tell him, please,

To put on some speed,

Follow my lead,

Oh how I need,

Someone to watch over me,

Someone to watch over me.

As the audience applauded, Antoinette stood up, winked at Michael, and walked back on to the stage. She bowed, and with a final glance at Michael and his now fuming date, she walked backstage.

Port Charles Hotel-

Jax had been trying to reach Skye for hours. He tried calling her cell phone, but all he got was her voice mail. After leaving several unanswered messages, he decided to go to her room and find out what was going on.

When he reached her door he knocked and said, " Skye? Are you in there?"

No answer. He knocked louder. " Skye, if you're in there, open the door."

There was still no answer. Something just wasn't right. He took the elevator down to the lobby to check with the front desk.

Las Vegas-Hotel Suite- One Hour later

While most experience regret the morning after, Skye was experiencing it the hour after. After kissing her tenderly, Sonny whispered her name and fell into a blissful sleep. There was no such rest for Skye. She lay in his arms until she was confident he was deeply asleep and then carefully extricated herself from his embrace. He gave a little moan of protest but rolled over and continued sleeping. Skye shakily got out of the bed and began looking for her clothes. As she dressed, she damned herself for her weakness and stupidity. He, at least, had the excuse of sleep and dreams of another time, she had been wide-awake. She knew this was Sonny, not Michael, and she'd slept with him anyway. She looked at the sleeping figure on the bed. 'Damn him,' she cursed silently. She walked to the bathroom without so much as a backwards glance.

Skye took one look in the mirror and regret gave way to horror. Her hair was a mess, her mascara was under eyes, and her dress was wrinkled. All in all, she looked like the cheap floozy Sonny was always calling her. She undressed quickly and got into the shower, doing her best to wash away the events of the last hour. Ten minutes later, hair wet and face devoid of makeup, Skye left the bathroom dressed once again in her wedding dress. She found her shoes and put them on. Quietly, she walked out the front door of the suite. She wasn't surprised to find Johnny standing dutifully outside.

" Mrs. Corinthos," Johnny acknowledged.

Skye winced. She still wasn't used to that name. She gave him a charming smile and said, " It's Johnny isn't it?"

" Yes, Mrs. Corinthos," he answered.

" Call me Skye. I was wondering, does this hotel have any boutiques or any place to buy clothing? This dress is a little wrinkled and I .."

" Certainly," he said, " There is a place downstairs. Just give me a moment and I'll accompany you." He whipped a phone out of his pocket and dialed. He said something she couldn't hear, and within two minutes, another of Sonny's men appeared out of nowhere. " Max, I'm taking Mrs. Corinthos downstairs. Stay and watch Mr. Corinthos."

One hour later, Skye left the boutique dressed in a pale pink suit. It was tailored, but feminine, hugging her form, and the lace on the camisole underneath only added to the allure. It was French and very expensive, and when the clerk had asked her how she'd like to pay, she smiled wickedly and said," Oh, just charge it to my husband's room." Who said there were no perks to being Sonny's wife?

-TBC-

Author's Notes:

Song lyrics from "Crazy for You," by George(or Ira) Gershwin

Well, that was the other half of chapter five. It was also my first attempt at writing a sex scene. Could you tell? I'd like to write more of them, but that depends on your reaction! Thanks for reading!!!