Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos': Chapter 31
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Thank you for your feedback! I just might make it to 100! I'm glad that those of you who reviewed liked the last chapter. On with the story. enjoy!
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When Elizabeth woke up the next morning, he was gone. In fact if she could not smell the lingering scent of leather and outdoors that was a unique aspect of Jason's character, she would have thought it was a figment of her imagination. Liz could feel the stinging in her nose. signaling impending tears, but she fought them back with all her pride, and took a deep shuddering breath instead. She ignored the dull ache in her ribs, and instead signaled for a nurse. She was famished!
Bobbie's friendly smile greeted her less than five minutes later. "Hi, honey. How are you?"
Liz gifted her friend and boss with a slight smile. "I've got two broken ribs. how do you think I feel?"
Bobbie grinned. "It's nice to know you've got your sarcasm back." She crossed the room and opened the Venetian blinds at the window. Pale early morning sunlight streamed into the room. "What can I do for you, hun?" she asked.
"I'm starving!" Liz exclaimed. "Do you think you can get something decent for me to eat?"
Bobbie sighed dramatically. "Well, I can definitely get you something to eat. I dunno 'bout the decent part. General Hospital's not exactly known for its haute cuisine."
Liz's nose wrinkled in disgust, remembering the slop she had been fed on her last stay there, when she had been in the car accident with Gia. Lots and lots of lumpy oatmeal, watery soup, and green Jell-O. But still although she'd much prefer waffles from Kelly's with lots of maple syrup, beggars couldn't be choosers. "Anything but oatmeal, please," she begged.
Bobbie chuckled. "I'll see what I can do, hun. But I can bet you'd rather have the oatmeal than the scrambled eggs."
A wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm Liz. "Oh God, yuck! I'll take the oatmeal, thank you very much!"
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After choking down the lumpy oatmeal and some too-acid orange juice, Monica returned to check up on Liz.
"You were very lucky," she announced, after instructing Liz to take a deep breath.
"Don't I know it," Liz muttered in reply.
Monica grinned. "But I'm willing to guess a few broken ribs aren't gonna keep you down for long," she said, helping Liz to lie flat on her back again.
Elizabeth watched Monica a little longer, as she signed off on her chart and instructed the nurse on some medication. "Just how lucky was I, Dr. Quartermaine?" she asked softly.
Monica's lips thinned. "I won't lie to you. By all accounts, Elizabeth, you shouldn't even be here, least of all awake and coherent less than a full day after your surgery. Your broken ribs were pressing against your lungs. That's what made it so difficult for you to breathe, and why you passed out. If it hadn't been for Jason. well, you're a bright girl. You know what would have happened."
The realization of just how close she came to dying gave Elizabeth pause. "Thank you, Dr. Quartermaine," she finally said, graciously.
Monica smiled. "You're welcome, dear. I'm going to check on you later. Try to get some rest in the mean time."
"I've been sleeping all night, doctor. The last thing I want to do is sleep some more!" she protested vehemently.
"I know. But your body needs time to heal, and it does so best when you're sleeping. I can always give you some medicine to help you sleep if you're having trouble," she added shrewdly.
"No!" exclaimed Liz. "No sleeping pills. I'm fine. Boredom will probably knock me out, anyways."
"Good. I'll see you later."
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Alexis awoke slowly, stretching luxuriously like a cat. She had fallen asleep on the couch in Sonny's lap, and she hadn't been moved all night. One good thing about the furniture in the otherwise hated apartment - it was damn comfortable!
Yawning delicately, Alexis sat up and rubbed her eyes. Downstairs the apartment was quiet, and checking her watch she made sure that it wasn't too late. She wasn't usually a morning person, but she wasn't that late of a sleeper either. It was just after nine, and she wondered where Sonny was.
From her seat on the couch, she could vaguely hear the shower running, and her lips quirked mischievously. She knew where Sonny was.
Alexis tiptoed up the stairs quietly, but instead of heading into the connecting bathroom of Sonny's bathroom, she instead stopped off in the nursery to check on Kristina. She was still fast asleep, but she had kicked away the blankets during the night, and now, slept on her stomach with her buttocks pushed high in the air. Alexis grinned at the sight, but didn't disturb her. She instead blew a kiss to the little angel and whispered, "Good morning," softly in Greek.
Quietly, she shut the door behind her, and walked softly to the bedroom. She could hear the spray of the water as it hit the tiles, and the delicious and naked body within. And Alexis was suddenly struck with how much she wanted a bath. She hadn't had a shower since the night of Elizabeth's accident, and she felt sticky and musty and her hair was limper than usual. She didn't want a bath later she wanted a bath now!
Now the old Alexis Davis would have obligingly waited until Sonny was finished or simply use the guest bathroom just down the hall. But newly assured of her love and security with Sonny, a wicked thought came to her mind. Quickly, she shimmied out of the ratty T-shirt and jeans she had worn on her midnight stroll, before stepping out of her underwear. She left the clothes right where she had shed them on the carpeted bedroom floor and, naked as the day she was born, walked into the steamy bathroom.
As expected, Sonny wasn't lying in the huge ornate sunken tub/Jacuzzi in one corner of the bathroom. Instead, he was in the huge surround shower just inside the door. Through the frosted glass door, she could see the shadowy golden form of a very naked Sonny Corinthos.
Without warning, Alexis yanked open the door, and stood staring at the man in all his glory. Sonny's eyes had popped open in surprise at the intrusion, but after the initial surprise, his mouth curved into a devilish smile.
Alexis took the smile as an invitation and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind her, leaving them in moderate, wet, humid privacy. Sonny set the soap back in the dish and wrapped her in his arms, bringing her body flush against his. Alexis wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his lips down to her.
The kiss was so electric Alexis could feel her toes curling as the warm spray of the shower pounded onto them. His tongue gently stroked the roof of her mouth and along the backs of her teeth before softly, devilishly sucking on hers.
"Oh my." was all she could say when he finally lifted his head.
Sonny's dimples were back in full force, and Alexis could feel the familiar tightening in her stomach. "Good morning to you, too, Alexis."
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It was much later, when Sonny and Alexis finally emerged from the bathroom. The water had long since turned cold, and Alexis didn't think she had the strength to stand much longer. Her legs were wobbly, and she was deliciously fatigued as one can only be after making love.
She couldn't help but blush as her lethargic mind went over the last hour she had spent in the shower. Sonny had worshipped her body in those moments. He had backed her under the spray and kissed every single inch of her body before reaching for the soap. Alexis could only watch in awe as the slick bar glided over her wet skin, followed by Sonny's very wicked hands.
When he was finished, he had reached for the shampoo, and much to her surprise and delight, buried his strong fingers into her hair and gently massaged the shampoo into her hair, before pushing her back under the warm spray and repeating.
Alexis had certainly not been passive either. As he kissed, her hands wandered over each sleek golden muscle. She whispered words of endearment as he washed her body, and when he was finished, reciprocated every erotic move, until Sonny was trembling with anticipation.
When he finally placed her back against the shower wall and slid into her, Alexis could not keep his name from falling from her lips. It had been so long, and it felt like centuries since they'd last been together like this. She was not conscious of anything or anyone except the way it felt to feel Sonny's body moving inside of her, and the knowledge that this would be hers alone from now on made the joining even sweeter.
When she finally came with a keening cry, she whispered, "I love you Sonny," as she buried her face in his throat. It was enough to send him over the edge, and under the now cooling spray he had whispered, "I love you, too, Alexis."
Now, Sonny gently wrapped her wet body in a fluffy towel, and gently deposited her on the bed. H went to his walk-in closet and withdrew one of his robes. It was black silk, and definitely too big for her, but he knew she definitely would not want anything of Carly's and it would keep her warm for now.
"Mmmm," she purred, as the cool silk slid along her now dry body. Her senses were so acute at the moment, especially her sense of touch. Even the simple act of putting on his robe was strangely erotic.
A lazy smile graced her lips, as she opened her heavy eyes to gaze at the man before her. He too had changed into a robe, navy blue silk this one, and one dimple peeked out at her.
"I can't stay in this robe all day, you know, Sonny," she announced, using the now discarded towel to dry her cold hair.
Sonny's grin widened. "Oh yes, you can." He replied, taking the towel from her and kissing her irreverently.
"But I won't," she countered, sliding away from him. As much as she wanted him again right now, she was *not* about to let him make love to her in *that* bed.
"You can wear my shirts.." He suggested wickedly.
It wasn't such a bad idea. After all it was en vogue to wear man's shirts with jeans. Besides, she did *not* want to put back on that godawful T- shirt.
Of course, he was thinking more along the lines of how incredibly sexy she looked prancing around in his clothing, but since she didn't seem to have any objections, back to the closet he went again, and withdrew a crisp white linen shirt and tossed it out to her.
By that time she had scrambled into her bra, but looked at her dirty panties with distaste.
**This should be interesting** he thought gleefully. Alexis Davis most definitely was *not* in the habit of going around commando.
She caught his cheeky grin, and lifting her chin, accepted the challenge and slid one bare leg into her torn jeans. She cocked an eyebrow at him as she pulled them over her hips and fastened them, and he dissolved into laughter.
"You sure showed me, Alexis Davis."
"Whatever, Sonny!" she retorted, face heating as she shrugged into the too- big shirt. "Shut up, and get dressed!"
Just then the door pushed open and Kristina still clothed in her Sesame Street PJ's wobbled into the room. As with most children her age, when confronted with laughter, she followed the leader, and soon was dissolved in childish giggles.
In mock surprise, Sonny turned to his daughter, and swept her off her feet, sending her into even deeper fits of laughter. "Buenas Dias, corazon!" he announced planting a wet kiss on her cheek, and tickling her round belly.
"Papa!" she squealed, trying to catch her breath.
Smiling, he deposited his daughter onto the bed, and the little tot wriggled off and asked her mama to swing her up.
The scene was so beautiful, and Alexis could feel tears threatening to fall. She was so happy. Kristina's chubby hands caressed her mother's face gently, and she smiled her cherubic smile, causing her sable eyes to sparkle.
Alexis was just about to set Kristina on the floor again when the rumbling of her stomach flooded the room.
Kristina giggled, and Sonny joined in, Alexis the butt of their joke.
"I think Mama is hungry, don't you, corazon?" asked Sonny picking his daughter up, and planting a kiss on Alexis's flaming cheek. "What do you say we go make her some breakfast?" he asked, leading her from the bedroom.
"Yey, Papa!" Kris cheered. "Can I have sugar on my popcorn?"
TBC.
A/N: Well, what did you think? R&R, please. Now before you start castigating me, I know that the hair-washing scene was very much like what Sonny did for Carly on the show, but I happened to like mine better. I thought it was erotic and very nicely done, even though it was Carly and not Alexis :^S. Anyways, that's it for now. Tell me what you thought. Ciao!
A/N: Thank you for your feedback! I just might make it to 100! I'm glad that those of you who reviewed liked the last chapter. On with the story. enjoy!
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When Elizabeth woke up the next morning, he was gone. In fact if she could not smell the lingering scent of leather and outdoors that was a unique aspect of Jason's character, she would have thought it was a figment of her imagination. Liz could feel the stinging in her nose. signaling impending tears, but she fought them back with all her pride, and took a deep shuddering breath instead. She ignored the dull ache in her ribs, and instead signaled for a nurse. She was famished!
Bobbie's friendly smile greeted her less than five minutes later. "Hi, honey. How are you?"
Liz gifted her friend and boss with a slight smile. "I've got two broken ribs. how do you think I feel?"
Bobbie grinned. "It's nice to know you've got your sarcasm back." She crossed the room and opened the Venetian blinds at the window. Pale early morning sunlight streamed into the room. "What can I do for you, hun?" she asked.
"I'm starving!" Liz exclaimed. "Do you think you can get something decent for me to eat?"
Bobbie sighed dramatically. "Well, I can definitely get you something to eat. I dunno 'bout the decent part. General Hospital's not exactly known for its haute cuisine."
Liz's nose wrinkled in disgust, remembering the slop she had been fed on her last stay there, when she had been in the car accident with Gia. Lots and lots of lumpy oatmeal, watery soup, and green Jell-O. But still although she'd much prefer waffles from Kelly's with lots of maple syrup, beggars couldn't be choosers. "Anything but oatmeal, please," she begged.
Bobbie chuckled. "I'll see what I can do, hun. But I can bet you'd rather have the oatmeal than the scrambled eggs."
A wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm Liz. "Oh God, yuck! I'll take the oatmeal, thank you very much!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
After choking down the lumpy oatmeal and some too-acid orange juice, Monica returned to check up on Liz.
"You were very lucky," she announced, after instructing Liz to take a deep breath.
"Don't I know it," Liz muttered in reply.
Monica grinned. "But I'm willing to guess a few broken ribs aren't gonna keep you down for long," she said, helping Liz to lie flat on her back again.
Elizabeth watched Monica a little longer, as she signed off on her chart and instructed the nurse on some medication. "Just how lucky was I, Dr. Quartermaine?" she asked softly.
Monica's lips thinned. "I won't lie to you. By all accounts, Elizabeth, you shouldn't even be here, least of all awake and coherent less than a full day after your surgery. Your broken ribs were pressing against your lungs. That's what made it so difficult for you to breathe, and why you passed out. If it hadn't been for Jason. well, you're a bright girl. You know what would have happened."
The realization of just how close she came to dying gave Elizabeth pause. "Thank you, Dr. Quartermaine," she finally said, graciously.
Monica smiled. "You're welcome, dear. I'm going to check on you later. Try to get some rest in the mean time."
"I've been sleeping all night, doctor. The last thing I want to do is sleep some more!" she protested vehemently.
"I know. But your body needs time to heal, and it does so best when you're sleeping. I can always give you some medicine to help you sleep if you're having trouble," she added shrewdly.
"No!" exclaimed Liz. "No sleeping pills. I'm fine. Boredom will probably knock me out, anyways."
"Good. I'll see you later."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Alexis awoke slowly, stretching luxuriously like a cat. She had fallen asleep on the couch in Sonny's lap, and she hadn't been moved all night. One good thing about the furniture in the otherwise hated apartment - it was damn comfortable!
Yawning delicately, Alexis sat up and rubbed her eyes. Downstairs the apartment was quiet, and checking her watch she made sure that it wasn't too late. She wasn't usually a morning person, but she wasn't that late of a sleeper either. It was just after nine, and she wondered where Sonny was.
From her seat on the couch, she could vaguely hear the shower running, and her lips quirked mischievously. She knew where Sonny was.
Alexis tiptoed up the stairs quietly, but instead of heading into the connecting bathroom of Sonny's bathroom, she instead stopped off in the nursery to check on Kristina. She was still fast asleep, but she had kicked away the blankets during the night, and now, slept on her stomach with her buttocks pushed high in the air. Alexis grinned at the sight, but didn't disturb her. She instead blew a kiss to the little angel and whispered, "Good morning," softly in Greek.
Quietly, she shut the door behind her, and walked softly to the bedroom. She could hear the spray of the water as it hit the tiles, and the delicious and naked body within. And Alexis was suddenly struck with how much she wanted a bath. She hadn't had a shower since the night of Elizabeth's accident, and she felt sticky and musty and her hair was limper than usual. She didn't want a bath later she wanted a bath now!
Now the old Alexis Davis would have obligingly waited until Sonny was finished or simply use the guest bathroom just down the hall. But newly assured of her love and security with Sonny, a wicked thought came to her mind. Quickly, she shimmied out of the ratty T-shirt and jeans she had worn on her midnight stroll, before stepping out of her underwear. She left the clothes right where she had shed them on the carpeted bedroom floor and, naked as the day she was born, walked into the steamy bathroom.
As expected, Sonny wasn't lying in the huge ornate sunken tub/Jacuzzi in one corner of the bathroom. Instead, he was in the huge surround shower just inside the door. Through the frosted glass door, she could see the shadowy golden form of a very naked Sonny Corinthos.
Without warning, Alexis yanked open the door, and stood staring at the man in all his glory. Sonny's eyes had popped open in surprise at the intrusion, but after the initial surprise, his mouth curved into a devilish smile.
Alexis took the smile as an invitation and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind her, leaving them in moderate, wet, humid privacy. Sonny set the soap back in the dish and wrapped her in his arms, bringing her body flush against his. Alexis wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his lips down to her.
The kiss was so electric Alexis could feel her toes curling as the warm spray of the shower pounded onto them. His tongue gently stroked the roof of her mouth and along the backs of her teeth before softly, devilishly sucking on hers.
"Oh my." was all she could say when he finally lifted his head.
Sonny's dimples were back in full force, and Alexis could feel the familiar tightening in her stomach. "Good morning to you, too, Alexis."
*~*~*~*~*~*
It was much later, when Sonny and Alexis finally emerged from the bathroom. The water had long since turned cold, and Alexis didn't think she had the strength to stand much longer. Her legs were wobbly, and she was deliciously fatigued as one can only be after making love.
She couldn't help but blush as her lethargic mind went over the last hour she had spent in the shower. Sonny had worshipped her body in those moments. He had backed her under the spray and kissed every single inch of her body before reaching for the soap. Alexis could only watch in awe as the slick bar glided over her wet skin, followed by Sonny's very wicked hands.
When he was finished, he had reached for the shampoo, and much to her surprise and delight, buried his strong fingers into her hair and gently massaged the shampoo into her hair, before pushing her back under the warm spray and repeating.
Alexis had certainly not been passive either. As he kissed, her hands wandered over each sleek golden muscle. She whispered words of endearment as he washed her body, and when he was finished, reciprocated every erotic move, until Sonny was trembling with anticipation.
When he finally placed her back against the shower wall and slid into her, Alexis could not keep his name from falling from her lips. It had been so long, and it felt like centuries since they'd last been together like this. She was not conscious of anything or anyone except the way it felt to feel Sonny's body moving inside of her, and the knowledge that this would be hers alone from now on made the joining even sweeter.
When she finally came with a keening cry, she whispered, "I love you Sonny," as she buried her face in his throat. It was enough to send him over the edge, and under the now cooling spray he had whispered, "I love you, too, Alexis."
Now, Sonny gently wrapped her wet body in a fluffy towel, and gently deposited her on the bed. H went to his walk-in closet and withdrew one of his robes. It was black silk, and definitely too big for her, but he knew she definitely would not want anything of Carly's and it would keep her warm for now.
"Mmmm," she purred, as the cool silk slid along her now dry body. Her senses were so acute at the moment, especially her sense of touch. Even the simple act of putting on his robe was strangely erotic.
A lazy smile graced her lips, as she opened her heavy eyes to gaze at the man before her. He too had changed into a robe, navy blue silk this one, and one dimple peeked out at her.
"I can't stay in this robe all day, you know, Sonny," she announced, using the now discarded towel to dry her cold hair.
Sonny's grin widened. "Oh yes, you can." He replied, taking the towel from her and kissing her irreverently.
"But I won't," she countered, sliding away from him. As much as she wanted him again right now, she was *not* about to let him make love to her in *that* bed.
"You can wear my shirts.." He suggested wickedly.
It wasn't such a bad idea. After all it was en vogue to wear man's shirts with jeans. Besides, she did *not* want to put back on that godawful T- shirt.
Of course, he was thinking more along the lines of how incredibly sexy she looked prancing around in his clothing, but since she didn't seem to have any objections, back to the closet he went again, and withdrew a crisp white linen shirt and tossed it out to her.
By that time she had scrambled into her bra, but looked at her dirty panties with distaste.
**This should be interesting** he thought gleefully. Alexis Davis most definitely was *not* in the habit of going around commando.
She caught his cheeky grin, and lifting her chin, accepted the challenge and slid one bare leg into her torn jeans. She cocked an eyebrow at him as she pulled them over her hips and fastened them, and he dissolved into laughter.
"You sure showed me, Alexis Davis."
"Whatever, Sonny!" she retorted, face heating as she shrugged into the too- big shirt. "Shut up, and get dressed!"
Just then the door pushed open and Kristina still clothed in her Sesame Street PJ's wobbled into the room. As with most children her age, when confronted with laughter, she followed the leader, and soon was dissolved in childish giggles.
In mock surprise, Sonny turned to his daughter, and swept her off her feet, sending her into even deeper fits of laughter. "Buenas Dias, corazon!" he announced planting a wet kiss on her cheek, and tickling her round belly.
"Papa!" she squealed, trying to catch her breath.
Smiling, he deposited his daughter onto the bed, and the little tot wriggled off and asked her mama to swing her up.
The scene was so beautiful, and Alexis could feel tears threatening to fall. She was so happy. Kristina's chubby hands caressed her mother's face gently, and she smiled her cherubic smile, causing her sable eyes to sparkle.
Alexis was just about to set Kristina on the floor again when the rumbling of her stomach flooded the room.
Kristina giggled, and Sonny joined in, Alexis the butt of their joke.
"I think Mama is hungry, don't you, corazon?" asked Sonny picking his daughter up, and planting a kiss on Alexis's flaming cheek. "What do you say we go make her some breakfast?" he asked, leading her from the bedroom.
"Yey, Papa!" Kris cheered. "Can I have sugar on my popcorn?"
TBC.
A/N: Well, what did you think? R&R, please. Now before you start castigating me, I know that the hair-washing scene was very much like what Sonny did for Carly on the show, but I happened to like mine better. I thought it was erotic and very nicely done, even though it was Carly and not Alexis :^S. Anyways, that's it for now. Tell me what you thought. Ciao!