Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos': Chapter 28
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Thanks for the comments guys I really appreciated them. Shadow, I know you are waiting (maybe not so patiently) but waiting nonetheless, for the Liason installment, believe me I won't forget. I'm craving some Liason goodness just as much as you are, believe me. Anyway, on with the story. enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~* It was a bittersweet reunion for the illegitimate Corinthos family. Mauricio had driven like a bat out of hell through the busy Port Charles streets, and perhaps due to some divine entity, they had not been pulled over for speeding.
By the time he had pulled up at Harborview, Alexis had catapulted from the car before it had even stopped and she flew to the elevators, not caring that the building's other residents looked at her like she was a lunatic.
It was a long, tedious ride in the elevator to the penthouse level. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours, and she couldn't help the feeling of frustration from clawing to the surface as the metallic bell sounded, and the doors slid slowly open. She bounded out of the elevator; nearly tripping on her untied shoelaces as she all but sprinted towards Penthouse 4.
Johnny's surprised look at her disheveled appearance made her stop short, but he only gave her a relieved smile and opened the door for her. "They're upstairs," he whispered to her softly.
Alexis turned to him and gifted him with a gracious if wobbly smile. "Thanks," she whispered back, as she stepped into the apartment, and he closed the door behind him.
The interior of the apartment was dim as always, the heavy drapery closed to the sunlight outside, its bullet proof glass a barrier to any over zealous sniper who might have eked a shot from the building across the street. It always bothered her that Sonny's apartment was always so dark, even in the face of the happy times that had transpired there. They did not pale in the face of all the pain that had occurred there either. she wouldn't let it happen.
Instinctively she knew where he would be, and she softly padded up the stairs to the rooms above, her footsteps muffled by the thick carpeting. She paused on the landing before heading to the nursery across the hall from Michael's bedroom. There she found him, keeping vigil over the delicately carved white oak crib that he had commissioned from Puerto Rico. His back was turned to him, his jacket had been removed and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and, as he stared at the apparently sleeping toddler, an errant lock of ebony curls fell from the vestiges of its usual control onto his forehead. He was so *beautiful*, and her heart squeezed with her love for him.
As if sensing he was not alone, he turned to her, and his intense gaze burned her as she leaned against the doorjamb. She padded toward him, and melted into his embrace as they turned to gaze at their daughter, safe and asleep in her bed. "Oh mou mori," she murmured in Greek. "I eseis agapi." (Oh, my baby. I love you.)
Sonny couldn't keep the hot tears from pricking his eyes, and the relief he felt that at least one of his daughters was okay overflowed. He sobbed, and Alexis turned to him, astonished as she watched fat crystalline tears sluice down the hard olive planes of his face.
"Shush," she softly said, gathering him in her arms. Their roles were reversed - this time it would be her to give comfort instead of receive.
Reverently, Alexis placed her lips to his; she tasted the mint of his breath, the saltiness of his tears. She was drinking his tears, sharing his pain. Their kisses changed from soft and reverent, gentle and tentative to urgent and passionate as the call of their bodies urged them on. They needed to vent their needs and they would do it with each other.
Sonny scooped Alexis up and made his way to his bedroom, frantically claiming her mouth with his. But as he gently laid her in the center of his dark purple sheets, she lifted a hand to his chest, pausing him.
The question was in his turbulent brown eyes. **Why did you stop me?** was the silent question they conveyed.
Alexis shook her head and looked away. "Not here, Sonny," she whispered regretfully. "Not in this room. I don't want to be with you in the same bed that you lie in with Carly." She sat up and straightened her clothes. "I would feel dirty," she whispered, finally capturing his eyes, willing him to understand.
Sonny swallowed hard. He *did* understand, but that didn't mean he liked it. He pushed away from Alexis and stood up straight.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice sounding small. "But I couldn't. It doesn't feel right."
Sonny nodded his head, and sat next to her on the bed. "I shouldn't have pushed you," he replied, his voice husky as he took her hand in his.
"You didn't." Alexis turned to him, and kissed him lingeringly. "But I don't think this is the right time and definitely not the right place," she continued, getting up from the bed, and softly padding downstairs.
Sonny reluctantly followed him, his ardour slowly cooling with her words. He followed her down and found her collapsed on the couch in the living room. He sat down at the end of the couch and lifted her head into his lap, gazing down into her exhausted face, stroking her wavy hair softly. Truth be told he was tired too, but he knew he would not be able to sleep.
He was surprised that she was not bursting with questions about the particulars of Kristina's rescue; he knew that perhaps she would not want to know - she would prefer he kept it to himself.
"Is Taggliatti dead?"
The question came so out of the blue that it caught Sonny off guard. He was surprised that she had asked - he thought she wouldn't. "No," he answered, twining his hands in the luxurious strands of her hair. "Not yet," he added tentatively, still unsure about her reaction.
Alexis lifted a hand to his face, caressing it softly. "It's a pity," she replied.
Sonny lifted a brow. This woman was full of surprises!
"What about the others?" she asked.
Sonny shook his head. "I left them with Jason."
Alexis's eyes widened. She knew as well as he did what might happen. "Good. They deserve it."
Sonny's grip in her hair tightened and he lowered his face to hers, "You, Alexis Davis, are full of surprises," he said, voicing his opinion before his mouth captured hers for yet another kiss.
Alexis broke the kiss before it could escalate into something further, and she curled into the warmth of Sonny's embrace and fell asleep. Sonny stayed awake, gazing at her beauty in wonder, while at the back of his mind, was the niggling issue of what to do about the little matter of Carly and their sham of a marriage. But before long, the call of his body surpassed those thoughts and he found himself drifting into a deep sleep.
Two hours later, the shrill ringing of the telephone from his desk snapped them awake. Alexis's head sprang up from his lap and Sonny's eyes snapped open. "You ought to get that," she stated when Sonny made no effort to move.
"I know." He wiped the sleep from his eyes, and padded over to the phone. "Corinthos."
"Sonny?"
"Yeah."
"It's Ric. Elizabeth's awake."
TBC.
A/N: Sorry for the teasing with Sonny and Alexis, but I thought it would be kinda tacky for them to do it that bed after all the history it's mattress has seen. don't hate me to much. R&R as always people, but be nice if you thought this chapter was a bit on the cheesy side. I'll update soon, I promise.
P.S. : My Greek is terrible. I'll keep it to a minimum.
A/N: Thanks for the comments guys I really appreciated them. Shadow, I know you are waiting (maybe not so patiently) but waiting nonetheless, for the Liason installment, believe me I won't forget. I'm craving some Liason goodness just as much as you are, believe me. Anyway, on with the story. enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~* It was a bittersweet reunion for the illegitimate Corinthos family. Mauricio had driven like a bat out of hell through the busy Port Charles streets, and perhaps due to some divine entity, they had not been pulled over for speeding.
By the time he had pulled up at Harborview, Alexis had catapulted from the car before it had even stopped and she flew to the elevators, not caring that the building's other residents looked at her like she was a lunatic.
It was a long, tedious ride in the elevator to the penthouse level. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours, and she couldn't help the feeling of frustration from clawing to the surface as the metallic bell sounded, and the doors slid slowly open. She bounded out of the elevator; nearly tripping on her untied shoelaces as she all but sprinted towards Penthouse 4.
Johnny's surprised look at her disheveled appearance made her stop short, but he only gave her a relieved smile and opened the door for her. "They're upstairs," he whispered to her softly.
Alexis turned to him and gifted him with a gracious if wobbly smile. "Thanks," she whispered back, as she stepped into the apartment, and he closed the door behind him.
The interior of the apartment was dim as always, the heavy drapery closed to the sunlight outside, its bullet proof glass a barrier to any over zealous sniper who might have eked a shot from the building across the street. It always bothered her that Sonny's apartment was always so dark, even in the face of the happy times that had transpired there. They did not pale in the face of all the pain that had occurred there either. she wouldn't let it happen.
Instinctively she knew where he would be, and she softly padded up the stairs to the rooms above, her footsteps muffled by the thick carpeting. She paused on the landing before heading to the nursery across the hall from Michael's bedroom. There she found him, keeping vigil over the delicately carved white oak crib that he had commissioned from Puerto Rico. His back was turned to him, his jacket had been removed and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and, as he stared at the apparently sleeping toddler, an errant lock of ebony curls fell from the vestiges of its usual control onto his forehead. He was so *beautiful*, and her heart squeezed with her love for him.
As if sensing he was not alone, he turned to her, and his intense gaze burned her as she leaned against the doorjamb. She padded toward him, and melted into his embrace as they turned to gaze at their daughter, safe and asleep in her bed. "Oh mou mori," she murmured in Greek. "I eseis agapi." (Oh, my baby. I love you.)
Sonny couldn't keep the hot tears from pricking his eyes, and the relief he felt that at least one of his daughters was okay overflowed. He sobbed, and Alexis turned to him, astonished as she watched fat crystalline tears sluice down the hard olive planes of his face.
"Shush," she softly said, gathering him in her arms. Their roles were reversed - this time it would be her to give comfort instead of receive.
Reverently, Alexis placed her lips to his; she tasted the mint of his breath, the saltiness of his tears. She was drinking his tears, sharing his pain. Their kisses changed from soft and reverent, gentle and tentative to urgent and passionate as the call of their bodies urged them on. They needed to vent their needs and they would do it with each other.
Sonny scooped Alexis up and made his way to his bedroom, frantically claiming her mouth with his. But as he gently laid her in the center of his dark purple sheets, she lifted a hand to his chest, pausing him.
The question was in his turbulent brown eyes. **Why did you stop me?** was the silent question they conveyed.
Alexis shook her head and looked away. "Not here, Sonny," she whispered regretfully. "Not in this room. I don't want to be with you in the same bed that you lie in with Carly." She sat up and straightened her clothes. "I would feel dirty," she whispered, finally capturing his eyes, willing him to understand.
Sonny swallowed hard. He *did* understand, but that didn't mean he liked it. He pushed away from Alexis and stood up straight.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice sounding small. "But I couldn't. It doesn't feel right."
Sonny nodded his head, and sat next to her on the bed. "I shouldn't have pushed you," he replied, his voice husky as he took her hand in his.
"You didn't." Alexis turned to him, and kissed him lingeringly. "But I don't think this is the right time and definitely not the right place," she continued, getting up from the bed, and softly padding downstairs.
Sonny reluctantly followed him, his ardour slowly cooling with her words. He followed her down and found her collapsed on the couch in the living room. He sat down at the end of the couch and lifted her head into his lap, gazing down into her exhausted face, stroking her wavy hair softly. Truth be told he was tired too, but he knew he would not be able to sleep.
He was surprised that she was not bursting with questions about the particulars of Kristina's rescue; he knew that perhaps she would not want to know - she would prefer he kept it to himself.
"Is Taggliatti dead?"
The question came so out of the blue that it caught Sonny off guard. He was surprised that she had asked - he thought she wouldn't. "No," he answered, twining his hands in the luxurious strands of her hair. "Not yet," he added tentatively, still unsure about her reaction.
Alexis lifted a hand to his face, caressing it softly. "It's a pity," she replied.
Sonny lifted a brow. This woman was full of surprises!
"What about the others?" she asked.
Sonny shook his head. "I left them with Jason."
Alexis's eyes widened. She knew as well as he did what might happen. "Good. They deserve it."
Sonny's grip in her hair tightened and he lowered his face to hers, "You, Alexis Davis, are full of surprises," he said, voicing his opinion before his mouth captured hers for yet another kiss.
Alexis broke the kiss before it could escalate into something further, and she curled into the warmth of Sonny's embrace and fell asleep. Sonny stayed awake, gazing at her beauty in wonder, while at the back of his mind, was the niggling issue of what to do about the little matter of Carly and their sham of a marriage. But before long, the call of his body surpassed those thoughts and he found himself drifting into a deep sleep.
Two hours later, the shrill ringing of the telephone from his desk snapped them awake. Alexis's head sprang up from his lap and Sonny's eyes snapped open. "You ought to get that," she stated when Sonny made no effort to move.
"I know." He wiped the sleep from his eyes, and padded over to the phone. "Corinthos."
"Sonny?"
"Yeah."
"It's Ric. Elizabeth's awake."
TBC.
A/N: Sorry for the teasing with Sonny and Alexis, but I thought it would be kinda tacky for them to do it that bed after all the history it's mattress has seen. don't hate me to much. R&R as always people, but be nice if you thought this chapter was a bit on the cheesy side. I'll update soon, I promise.
P.S. : My Greek is terrible. I'll keep it to a minimum.