Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vedas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 17
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Thank you very much for your wonderful comments, but I maintain that if you want to be kept
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* * * *
He stood in the doorway silently watching Alexis as she pecked away at her stylish laptop atop
her sleek glass and steel desk. Her chestnut hair was bound in an intricate French twist with the
ornate silver clip he'd bought her on his last trip to Puerto Rico. Her glasses were perched at the
end of her nose as she concentrated intently on whatever was on the laptop screen.
After having not seen here since leaving her bed almost three days ago, his senses were starved
for the sight and scent of her. The intensely feminine aroma of gardenias and vanilla wafted to his
nostrils even from there and he couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked.
His mind and the resolve that had made him come to the decision to end their physical
relationship were slowly crumbling upon seeing her again. Suddenly, as if now aware that she
was no longer alone, her brown eyes jerked up to meet his. The widened as they registered him
standing in the doorway of her office.
Quietly he let himself into her office and tossed his coat into one of the vacant chairs before her
desk and continued behind her desk and stared out at her impressive view of downtown Port
Charles. He heard her come to stand behind her, but still he didn't say anything. He was waiting
for her to begin first. He didn't trust what would come out of his mouth on its own accord.
"Judge Kincaid has agreed to deny Ned's request," she announced softly from beside him.
Sonny merely grunted in response.
"I think that was a little too easy, Sonny," she continued, a little comfortable at his response… or
lack of it rather. "I think we should keep our eyes and ears peeled. There's no telling what Ned
might do," she was beginning to ramble, but she couldn't help herself.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Sonny turned his head and looked at her. What she
saw there threatened to break her heart. The sadness she saw there was so stark.
Her eyes widened and against her better judgment a hand reached out and caressed her cheek
gently. "Sonny, what's wrong?" But as soon as she'd asked, she knew the answer. Elizabeth had
told her of their argument and what Sonny had revealed to her. She also knew they both were too
proud to try to seek forgiveness from each other.
**This is so wrong!** her mind screamed. This was not the time for a rift in the family, she knew.
At this time, they needed to be at there strongest. But she also knew both parties were hurting
and it would be up to her perhaps, to get this smoothed over.
Sonny swallowed tightly, as he watched the care and concern in the fathomless brown depths of
Alexis's eyes. Her touch was not sexual – it was simply an expression of her concern for him – a
perfectly platonic moment. But suddenly, everything didn't make any sense, yet did…. All
thoughts of the sacristy of his marriage became dwarfed to the fact though it scared the shit out of
him, he was willing to admit to himself at least that he loved Alexis Davis. Maybe he had never
stopped. He had never replaced her love with what he thought he'd felt for Carly, he'd merely
covered it over with feeling borne out of lust and downright obligation. And it didn't matter now. At
least for now it didn't.
Slowly he bent his head and covered her mouth with his own. He heard her gasp of surprise
before it melted to pleasure as she allowed his tongue to slip between the seam of her lips and
stroke the roof of her mouth and softly suck on her tongue.
Her impossibly long lashes slid over her eyes as she looped her hands around his neck and
slipped her hands into the silky ebony curls at his nape. The familiar swirl of pleasure spread
warmth low in her stomach and she couldn't help the moan that rumbled in her throat as he
continued to thoroughly kiss her.
Finally he raised his lips and looked at her. **She's so beautiful**. He didn't even bother arguing
with his mind. He kissed her reverently on the cheek before turning away from her. his body had
told her what his mouth still wouldn't. He loved her.
Before he exited the office leaving him stunned in the wake he turned to her and said, "I'm not
through running, Lexie. I'm running as fast as I can… but you're catching up to me."
* * * *
**What the hell does he mean by that? Goddamnit! I'm getting tired of this cryptic bullshit.** Alexis
hadn't returned to the desk. Instead she'd remained as if entranced, staring at the view of the
darkening PC skyline. When he'd left her alone in her bed she had instinctively known why.
Sonny Corinthos was a notorious runner, but she was perfectly prepared to let him do it as long
on he kept right back coming back to her. Because, though she was loath to admit it, her body
had come to crave their secret meetings. She hadn't realized until recently that she'd rearranged
her schedule in order to accommodate him. But she was tired too. She was done. **Really I am**.
Alexis smiled ruefully as she studied the PC skyline once again. She knew she was lying. She
was a notorious runner as well, and God knows she'd been tired of running from three months
ago when he'd first kissed her again….
TBC….
A/N: That's it for now. R&R as always, I look forward to hearing from you. I also would like to
apologize in advance if it takes a while for me to update. Thanks for bearing with me till now.
!Ciao!
Title: Las Vedas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 17
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Thank you very much for your wonderful comments, but I maintain that if you want to be kept
abreast of the updates, leave your email address and I will inform you. Thank you very much to
those who are still here, and here you go… Enjoy!
* * * *
He stood in the doorway silently watching Alexis as she pecked away at her stylish laptop atop
her sleek glass and steel desk. Her chestnut hair was bound in an intricate French twist with the
ornate silver clip he'd bought her on his last trip to Puerto Rico. Her glasses were perched at the
end of her nose as she concentrated intently on whatever was on the laptop screen.
After having not seen here since leaving her bed almost three days ago, his senses were starved
for the sight and scent of her. The intensely feminine aroma of gardenias and vanilla wafted to his
nostrils even from there and he couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked.
His mind and the resolve that had made him come to the decision to end their physical
relationship were slowly crumbling upon seeing her again. Suddenly, as if now aware that she
was no longer alone, her brown eyes jerked up to meet his. The widened as they registered him
standing in the doorway of her office.
Quietly he let himself into her office and tossed his coat into one of the vacant chairs before her
desk and continued behind her desk and stared out at her impressive view of downtown Port
Charles. He heard her come to stand behind her, but still he didn't say anything. He was waiting
for her to begin first. He didn't trust what would come out of his mouth on its own accord.
"Judge Kincaid has agreed to deny Ned's request," she announced softly from beside him.
Sonny merely grunted in response.
"I think that was a little too easy, Sonny," she continued, a little comfortable at his response… or
lack of it rather. "I think we should keep our eyes and ears peeled. There's no telling what Ned
might do," she was beginning to ramble, but she couldn't help herself.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Sonny turned his head and looked at her. What she
saw there threatened to break her heart. The sadness she saw there was so stark.
Her eyes widened and against her better judgment a hand reached out and caressed her cheek
gently. "Sonny, what's wrong?" But as soon as she'd asked, she knew the answer. Elizabeth had
told her of their argument and what Sonny had revealed to her. She also knew they both were too
proud to try to seek forgiveness from each other.
**This is so wrong!** her mind screamed. This was not the time for a rift in the family, she knew.
At this time, they needed to be at there strongest. But she also knew both parties were hurting
and it would be up to her perhaps, to get this smoothed over.
Sonny swallowed tightly, as he watched the care and concern in the fathomless brown depths of
Alexis's eyes. Her touch was not sexual – it was simply an expression of her concern for him – a
perfectly platonic moment. But suddenly, everything didn't make any sense, yet did…. All
thoughts of the sacristy of his marriage became dwarfed to the fact though it scared the shit out of
him, he was willing to admit to himself at least that he loved Alexis Davis. Maybe he had never
stopped. He had never replaced her love with what he thought he'd felt for Carly, he'd merely
covered it over with feeling borne out of lust and downright obligation. And it didn't matter now. At
least for now it didn't.
Slowly he bent his head and covered her mouth with his own. He heard her gasp of surprise
before it melted to pleasure as she allowed his tongue to slip between the seam of her lips and
stroke the roof of her mouth and softly suck on her tongue.
Her impossibly long lashes slid over her eyes as she looped her hands around his neck and
slipped her hands into the silky ebony curls at his nape. The familiar swirl of pleasure spread
warmth low in her stomach and she couldn't help the moan that rumbled in her throat as he
continued to thoroughly kiss her.
Finally he raised his lips and looked at her. **She's so beautiful**. He didn't even bother arguing
with his mind. He kissed her reverently on the cheek before turning away from her. his body had
told her what his mouth still wouldn't. He loved her.
Before he exited the office leaving him stunned in the wake he turned to her and said, "I'm not
through running, Lexie. I'm running as fast as I can… but you're catching up to me."
* * * *
**What the hell does he mean by that? Goddamnit! I'm getting tired of this cryptic bullshit.** Alexis
hadn't returned to the desk. Instead she'd remained as if entranced, staring at the view of the
darkening PC skyline. When he'd left her alone in her bed she had instinctively known why.
Sonny Corinthos was a notorious runner, but she was perfectly prepared to let him do it as long
on he kept right back coming back to her. Because, though she was loath to admit it, her body
had come to crave their secret meetings. She hadn't realized until recently that she'd rearranged
her schedule in order to accommodate him. But she was tired too. She was done. **Really I am**.
Alexis smiled ruefully as she studied the PC skyline once again. She knew she was lying. She
was a notorious runner as well, and God knows she'd been tired of running from three months
ago when he'd first kissed her again….
TBC….
A/N: That's it for now. R&R as always, I look forward to hearing from you. I also would like to
apologize in advance if it takes a while for me to update. Thanks for bearing with me till now.
!Ciao!