Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 9
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Boy you guys are lucky. I got exactly the number of reviews I requested. Thank you very
much. I must clarify that this is mainly a Sexis fic, with a little Journey/Liason love triangle.
However, this story is more of a prequel to the events that will happen in LVdlC-II, so bare with
me, please. Also to my reviewer, there will be no guy to console Courtney. I don't like her; I just
do her justice to keep Liason fans at the edge of their seats and eager for Part II of the story.
Anyways, I'll try not to babble too much today. On with the show… enjoy!
* * *
Port Charles Grille (two days later)
He watched her as she stood framed in the doorway of the Grille. She wore red. Once she'd said
it represented the rage she felt inside, but today, he knew she wore it because it pleased him.
The color was rich and vibrant. Much like her.
Her velvet brown eyes surveyed the room slowly. They fell on him and with a quirk of her lips, she
strode purposefully to his table. He couldn't help but watch this slender long legged goddess with
a sense of awe. It was moments like these, in her power suits and high heels, so far detached
from the ratty sweatshirt clad barefoot mother of two days ago, that he cursed his heart for falling
just a little bit more back in love with her.
Sighing softly, Alexis slid into the chair across from Sonny.
"I filed the petition, this afternoon. Judge Kincaid said he'd take look at it tonight," she explained.
Sonny nodded his head, still looking at her intently.
"What?" she asked, a little unnerved at his blatant attention.
Sonny grinned, his dimples peeking out at her.
Alexis felt that familiar tug of desire low in her belly. She prayed to God that she was not blushing.
The dimples deepened.
**Damn** She was.
"I asked Benny to do a little checking," he finally replied, taking pity on her as the silence between
them threatened to stretch from seconds to minutes.
Alexis took a sip from her sweating water goblet and asked. "And?"
"He came up with nothing. Ashton is, if nothing else, cautious."
Alexis nodded, picking up her menu. "Ric said that he could speak to the Quartermaine lawyers.
Judge Kincaid agrees that at this time, that would probably be for the best."
Sonny's eyes narrowed. "Why is he getting involved?" he asked coldly.
Alexis rolled her eyes in exasperation. "*He* is your brother, *and* my partner. He's helping me
with this case." Alexis set her menu down and sighed wearily. "I'd really appreciate it if you'd set
aside your differences for the moment and let him do his job. He loves Kristina, too, you know,"
she added softly.
Sonny said nothing. He took another sip of the Scotch in front of him. He'd been scolded. He
normally wouldn't have appreciated it, but in this case he knew he'd deserved it.
He used this silence to stare at her again. He thought back to two nights before, and the lingering
kiss he had given her. And to the day before that in his warehouse office. He groaned silently. He
had been intoxicated by her scent and he hadn't been able to function properly after she'd left.
He's been distracted and it had shown when Jason had commented he'd been calling him for the
last minute and he hadn't said a thing.
He knew that she knew he was watching her, and he was surprised that she hadn't looked away,
or insulted him with some witty comment. That easy intimacy and comfort had sprung back
between them and heaven help him, Sonny Corinthos was scared.
Finally, she could stand it no more. "Stop staring," she commanded.
The dimples appeared again.
**Heaven help me**
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about, Sonny. Stop staring at me."
Sonny could not help it. Although the events of the last three days should have had his mind fully
focused on the matter at hand, he couldn't help but feel the spike of attraction he'd always felt
toward her prick him again.
He reached across the table and ran his finger slowly between her knuckles. An innocent gesture
really, but to her, the feel of his callused finger running along the sensitive skin covering her
knuckles was purely erotic.
Against her will, Alexis gasped and felt herself blushing for the second time in less than five
minutes. She pulled her hand away from him. She was surprised at the guilt that sliced through
her being at his touch. But the were in a public place, she reminded herself, and he is a married
man.
Sonny's ink black eyebrows lifted. **Surely, she can't be embarrassed by that** he thought.
**Especially after all we've done in the last two months**
Alexis said nothing. Her brown eyes lifted to his. She could read the question in them. **What
was that?**
Truth be told, she herself didn't know. They'd become lovers - illicitly so - again in the last two
months. At first, it had been nothing but two eternally linked souls who shared an attraction and
bond so intense, that if unfulfilled, it would threaten to consume them both.
And so, she had given in to her impulses again. Something that, especially where Sonny
Corinthos was concerned, she'd had vowed never to do again. And in the beginning indeed, it
had just been about sex. Mind blowing, dry-mouthed, sleek-bodied, good old fashioned *fucking*.
Plain and simple.
It had simply been a merger of bodies, not minds, and *definitely* not hearts and souls. That was
a line that they had both mutually agreed over time never to cross again. But try as they might,
that line had become blurrier each time they'd met, and when they were together, it became
infinitely tenderer, more intense. More… meaningful.
They'd tried to deny it, of course. She said she'd stop, that she wouldn't be back. He never
believed her, She'd immersed herself in her work and her younger daughter, and he'd done the
same with his business and with Carly. He knew he loved his wife. He cursed the thought, but
knew he always would. He respected her, loved her for her will and her passion, but always in the
back of his mind had always sat Alexis. Yes, that line had been crossed… and it was scaring the
hell out of both of them.
Sonny accepted his dismissal. He known there'd been nothing harsh in it directed toward him.
Instead, this was one of the moments when Alexis allowed herself to feel guilt over what was
going on between them.
"Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore," Alexis announced huskily after they sat in silence again, his
intense gaze never once wavering.
This came as a surprise. It probably showed all over her face.
She sat up, and grabbed her briefcase. "I'm taking the rest of the day off," she continued. "I'll be
at home if you need me." The unspoken invitation hung in the air. She could just barely meet his
eyes.
The desire was spiking through her again. It's intensity splashing against her in powerful waves.
Despite the guilt she'd felt, she could not help herself. She never could. Besides, she needed
comfort. Reassurance. Not friendly and definitely not platonic. She could get that from Jax. She
needed to feel beautiful; a woman. Like how he'd made her feel the night when she'd told him
about Ned's petition.
Sonny watched in amazement as the emotions flitted across her expressive face. He knew what
she wanted, and knew he could never deny her. He **Damn it!** could never do so now. He
nodded his head slowly in acknowledgement.
Alexis swallowed heavily and strode away from him.
* * *
Alexis's bedroom (2 hours later)
Here it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and he was tangled in bed with a woman most
definitely *not* his wife. Sonny grinned at the irony of it all. He, who spouted about the importance
of fidelity in marriage lay in bed with the woman with whom he had sired two illegitimate children.
Alexis lay fast asleep, her head cradled against his chest, her hair creating a small cocoon
around her relaxed features. The weariness that had rimmed her eyes seemed to be easing as
she slept soundly in his arms. He kissed his hair softly, inhaling her wonderfully erotic scent of
gardenia and vanilla.
She stirred and murmured something incoherent before pressing a kiss to the scar just below his
heart and settling back to sleep. The scar he had received when he's blocked her body from the
onslaught of bullets Sorel's men had sent their way.
**When everything was so good between us** Sonny thought sadly. Before Carly's accident the
night they'd conceived Kristina, the only time he'd made love to her in his bed; before everything
had soured; before she'd declared her hatred toward him and kept him ignorant of his daughter's
existence; before she'd confessed to killing Alcazar and lost her baby to Ashton; before that said
man had tried to take everything away from her and destroy it in his race to destroy Sonny; before
she'd begged him to help her take back Kristina, *their* daughter, that they let sleeping dogs lie
and try to destroy the man Ned Ashton had become; before … before he found himself falling
back in love with her.
The revelation hit him like a blow to the solar plexus. It took his breath away. He looked at the
beautiful woman lying naked in his arms and thought of all they'd been through in order to get to
where they were.
He realized something then. No matter what she said, he knew she was hurt. Hurt by the way she
couldn't seem to help herself where he was concerned but more so by the fact that when it was
all over, he always detangled himself from her and left to go back to Carly.
He'd always had that sniggling feeling. Starting with the way she'd let him go after Carly's
accident. And he *had* left. And he *continued* to leave. And he knew it hurt her.
He made up his mind. This time would be the last. He had too much respect for this remarkable
woman to continually put her through this pain. Their physical intimacy would end today. They'd
be forever linked through their children, but that would be it. *She* didn't have the strength to walk
away now, but *he* did. He would do it for them both, because he had to, in order to save what
he had with Carly. He frowned. Wondering perhaps if it was worth it. **Of course. I love her**
Which her, though?
**Carly!**
Sonny slid out of the bed, careful not to wake her and redressed. They would as parents, resolve
this conflict and then, that would be it, and he would walk away from this… this… whatever! He
would do it, to save her and to save his marriage.
But as he slowly tramped down her staircase, he felt the niggling of doubt. He wasn't doing it
purely for Alexis or even to save his marriage. He was doing it for *him*. Because in the last year
she had slipped under his skin in the way that only she could do.
Epiphanies came clear to him this day. He wasn't *falling* in love with Alexis Davis…. He was
already there.
TBC…
A/N: You like? R&R as always. Remember at least 5 reviews amigos. Hope to hear from you all.
!Ciao!
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 9
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Boy you guys are lucky. I got exactly the number of reviews I requested. Thank you very
much. I must clarify that this is mainly a Sexis fic, with a little Journey/Liason love triangle.
However, this story is more of a prequel to the events that will happen in LVdlC-II, so bare with
me, please. Also to my reviewer, there will be no guy to console Courtney. I don't like her; I just
do her justice to keep Liason fans at the edge of their seats and eager for Part II of the story.
Anyways, I'll try not to babble too much today. On with the show… enjoy!
* * *
Port Charles Grille (two days later)
He watched her as she stood framed in the doorway of the Grille. She wore red. Once she'd said
it represented the rage she felt inside, but today, he knew she wore it because it pleased him.
The color was rich and vibrant. Much like her.
Her velvet brown eyes surveyed the room slowly. They fell on him and with a quirk of her lips, she
strode purposefully to his table. He couldn't help but watch this slender long legged goddess with
a sense of awe. It was moments like these, in her power suits and high heels, so far detached
from the ratty sweatshirt clad barefoot mother of two days ago, that he cursed his heart for falling
just a little bit more back in love with her.
Sighing softly, Alexis slid into the chair across from Sonny.
"I filed the petition, this afternoon. Judge Kincaid said he'd take look at it tonight," she explained.
Sonny nodded his head, still looking at her intently.
"What?" she asked, a little unnerved at his blatant attention.
Sonny grinned, his dimples peeking out at her.
Alexis felt that familiar tug of desire low in her belly. She prayed to God that she was not blushing.
The dimples deepened.
**Damn** She was.
"I asked Benny to do a little checking," he finally replied, taking pity on her as the silence between
them threatened to stretch from seconds to minutes.
Alexis took a sip from her sweating water goblet and asked. "And?"
"He came up with nothing. Ashton is, if nothing else, cautious."
Alexis nodded, picking up her menu. "Ric said that he could speak to the Quartermaine lawyers.
Judge Kincaid agrees that at this time, that would probably be for the best."
Sonny's eyes narrowed. "Why is he getting involved?" he asked coldly.
Alexis rolled her eyes in exasperation. "*He* is your brother, *and* my partner. He's helping me
with this case." Alexis set her menu down and sighed wearily. "I'd really appreciate it if you'd set
aside your differences for the moment and let him do his job. He loves Kristina, too, you know,"
she added softly.
Sonny said nothing. He took another sip of the Scotch in front of him. He'd been scolded. He
normally wouldn't have appreciated it, but in this case he knew he'd deserved it.
He used this silence to stare at her again. He thought back to two nights before, and the lingering
kiss he had given her. And to the day before that in his warehouse office. He groaned silently. He
had been intoxicated by her scent and he hadn't been able to function properly after she'd left.
He's been distracted and it had shown when Jason had commented he'd been calling him for the
last minute and he hadn't said a thing.
He knew that she knew he was watching her, and he was surprised that she hadn't looked away,
or insulted him with some witty comment. That easy intimacy and comfort had sprung back
between them and heaven help him, Sonny Corinthos was scared.
Finally, she could stand it no more. "Stop staring," she commanded.
The dimples appeared again.
**Heaven help me**
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about, Sonny. Stop staring at me."
Sonny could not help it. Although the events of the last three days should have had his mind fully
focused on the matter at hand, he couldn't help but feel the spike of attraction he'd always felt
toward her prick him again.
He reached across the table and ran his finger slowly between her knuckles. An innocent gesture
really, but to her, the feel of his callused finger running along the sensitive skin covering her
knuckles was purely erotic.
Against her will, Alexis gasped and felt herself blushing for the second time in less than five
minutes. She pulled her hand away from him. She was surprised at the guilt that sliced through
her being at his touch. But the were in a public place, she reminded herself, and he is a married
man.
Sonny's ink black eyebrows lifted. **Surely, she can't be embarrassed by that** he thought.
**Especially after all we've done in the last two months**
Alexis said nothing. Her brown eyes lifted to his. She could read the question in them. **What
was that?**
Truth be told, she herself didn't know. They'd become lovers - illicitly so - again in the last two
months. At first, it had been nothing but two eternally linked souls who shared an attraction and
bond so intense, that if unfulfilled, it would threaten to consume them both.
And so, she had given in to her impulses again. Something that, especially where Sonny
Corinthos was concerned, she'd had vowed never to do again. And in the beginning indeed, it
had just been about sex. Mind blowing, dry-mouthed, sleek-bodied, good old fashioned *fucking*.
Plain and simple.
It had simply been a merger of bodies, not minds, and *definitely* not hearts and souls. That was
a line that they had both mutually agreed over time never to cross again. But try as they might,
that line had become blurrier each time they'd met, and when they were together, it became
infinitely tenderer, more intense. More… meaningful.
They'd tried to deny it, of course. She said she'd stop, that she wouldn't be back. He never
believed her, She'd immersed herself in her work and her younger daughter, and he'd done the
same with his business and with Carly. He knew he loved his wife. He cursed the thought, but
knew he always would. He respected her, loved her for her will and her passion, but always in the
back of his mind had always sat Alexis. Yes, that line had been crossed… and it was scaring the
hell out of both of them.
Sonny accepted his dismissal. He known there'd been nothing harsh in it directed toward him.
Instead, this was one of the moments when Alexis allowed herself to feel guilt over what was
going on between them.
"Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore," Alexis announced huskily after they sat in silence again, his
intense gaze never once wavering.
This came as a surprise. It probably showed all over her face.
She sat up, and grabbed her briefcase. "I'm taking the rest of the day off," she continued. "I'll be
at home if you need me." The unspoken invitation hung in the air. She could just barely meet his
eyes.
The desire was spiking through her again. It's intensity splashing against her in powerful waves.
Despite the guilt she'd felt, she could not help herself. She never could. Besides, she needed
comfort. Reassurance. Not friendly and definitely not platonic. She could get that from Jax. She
needed to feel beautiful; a woman. Like how he'd made her feel the night when she'd told him
about Ned's petition.
Sonny watched in amazement as the emotions flitted across her expressive face. He knew what
she wanted, and knew he could never deny her. He **Damn it!** could never do so now. He
nodded his head slowly in acknowledgement.
Alexis swallowed heavily and strode away from him.
* * *
Alexis's bedroom (2 hours later)
Here it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and he was tangled in bed with a woman most
definitely *not* his wife. Sonny grinned at the irony of it all. He, who spouted about the importance
of fidelity in marriage lay in bed with the woman with whom he had sired two illegitimate children.
Alexis lay fast asleep, her head cradled against his chest, her hair creating a small cocoon
around her relaxed features. The weariness that had rimmed her eyes seemed to be easing as
she slept soundly in his arms. He kissed his hair softly, inhaling her wonderfully erotic scent of
gardenia and vanilla.
She stirred and murmured something incoherent before pressing a kiss to the scar just below his
heart and settling back to sleep. The scar he had received when he's blocked her body from the
onslaught of bullets Sorel's men had sent their way.
**When everything was so good between us** Sonny thought sadly. Before Carly's accident the
night they'd conceived Kristina, the only time he'd made love to her in his bed; before everything
had soured; before she'd declared her hatred toward him and kept him ignorant of his daughter's
existence; before she'd confessed to killing Alcazar and lost her baby to Ashton; before that said
man had tried to take everything away from her and destroy it in his race to destroy Sonny; before
she'd begged him to help her take back Kristina, *their* daughter, that they let sleeping dogs lie
and try to destroy the man Ned Ashton had become; before … before he found himself falling
back in love with her.
The revelation hit him like a blow to the solar plexus. It took his breath away. He looked at the
beautiful woman lying naked in his arms and thought of all they'd been through in order to get to
where they were.
He realized something then. No matter what she said, he knew she was hurt. Hurt by the way she
couldn't seem to help herself where he was concerned but more so by the fact that when it was
all over, he always detangled himself from her and left to go back to Carly.
He'd always had that sniggling feeling. Starting with the way she'd let him go after Carly's
accident. And he *had* left. And he *continued* to leave. And he knew it hurt her.
He made up his mind. This time would be the last. He had too much respect for this remarkable
woman to continually put her through this pain. Their physical intimacy would end today. They'd
be forever linked through their children, but that would be it. *She* didn't have the strength to walk
away now, but *he* did. He would do it for them both, because he had to, in order to save what
he had with Carly. He frowned. Wondering perhaps if it was worth it. **Of course. I love her**
Which her, though?
**Carly!**
Sonny slid out of the bed, careful not to wake her and redressed. They would as parents, resolve
this conflict and then, that would be it, and he would walk away from this… this… whatever! He
would do it, to save her and to save his marriage.
But as he slowly tramped down her staircase, he felt the niggling of doubt. He wasn't doing it
purely for Alexis or even to save his marriage. He was doing it for *him*. Because in the last year
she had slipped under his skin in the way that only she could do.
Epiphanies came clear to him this day. He wasn't *falling* in love with Alexis Davis…. He was
already there.
TBC…
A/N: You like? R&R as always. Remember at least 5 reviews amigos. Hope to hear from you all.
!Ciao!