CRIMSON DREAMS 3/3
CHAPTER 3
Johnny sat across from a sleeping Alexis. She had pulled herself into a ball and was leaning against the arm of the couch. She looked tiny, fragile.
Johnny couldn't believe this was Alexis Davis. She was a fierce attorney. He had seen veteran cops cringe at the site of her. She would sweep into the PCPD and find every weakness in the cases they prepared against Sonny. They couldn't slip anything by her, and when she found weaknesses she attacked. She was relentless. Sonny had spent very little time in lock-up since Alexis Davis became his attorney. Johnny didn't see the attorney now. He saw a small child. A child so frightened that she couldn't get small enough to hide from the horrors in her mind.
"How's she doing?" Sonny whispered as he entered.
"She's been sleeping the whole time." Johnny stood.
"Good!" Sonny walked Johnny to the door. "I don't think Kristina will try to see Alexis tonight but I want you to make sure she doesn't."
"Sure thing." At the doorway Johnny looked back at Alexis. "Boss, is she gonna be okay?"
"I think so. I hope so." Sonny planned to move heaven and earth if he had to, to make it happen.
"She's a good lady!"
"Yes she is, the best!" Sonny closed the door and returned to a sleeping Alexis.
It was an old vinyl record, full of scratches, but the beauty of the voice shown through the pops and hisses when she played it. It was the only recording Alexis had of her mother's voice. Its sound comforted her. She always heard it when her mother visited her in her dreams.
"Momma I'm sorry."
"Oh my sweet, beautiful child." Her mother's long white gown radiated. Her pale features resembled her daughters'. She was beautiful. Alexis adored her.
"I tried momma. I tried my best."
"I know you did dear. There was nothing you could do. There was nothing anyone could do."
"Why did you leave me? I needed you momma!"
"It wasn't my choice dear. I wanted to stay with you, with Kristina. I love you both so much."
A hand touched her hair. She glanced up into dark eyes framed in a pale face. "Christian!" She threw her arms around him. Sam Cooke sang:
You thrill me.
I know you thrill me.
Darling you thrill me.
Honest you do.
She began to cry. "I should never have loved you."
"Don't say that." His ashen hands were gently brushing her back.
"I am the reason you died!" She sobbed. "Helena killed you because of me. If I didn't love you, you would still be alive."
"I would have died without you! Do you think if I had known what would happen, I'd have done it differently? I was given a choice. I wouldn't give you up. I couldn't give you up! I only wish we could have wed. I wanted to be your husband." He gave her a gentle hug.
"Oh Christian you are my husband. You have my heart, now and forever!" She buried her face in his chest, kissing him. Her body responded to the contact as it always did. It was electric when they touched. His body responded in kind. She could feel it as she pressed her hips against his. She began to open his bleached linen shirt. She slipped her hands past the buttons to feel the warm, smooth, muscled skin of Sonny Corinthos.
Sonny gasped. What had just happened? What was happening still?
He had been watching Alexis sleep. He found her tucked into a tight ball, propped up against the arm of the couch. She looked nine years old. He heard humming. Alexis was humming in her sleep, something classical, or an opera maybe. It made Sonny smile. He watched as her body slowly started to unwind and the ball she was sleeping in transformed into a loose fetal position.
"I tried momma. I tried my best." She mumbled. Her hand reached out. Sonny couldn't hear everything, but it was clear she was dreaming about her mother. She WAS 9 years old, talking to her mother. It broke his heart, a nine-year-old feeling responsible for the death of her mother.
Sonny's hand reached out and touched her hair. Her reaction was immediate. "Christian!" She turned in her sleep and came to rest against Sonny's chest. Christian, was he the one? Was he Alexis' first love? His arms found their way around her shoulders.
"I should never have loved you." Alexis began to cry. Sonny's hands rubbed her back hoping to ease the pain. "Helena killed you because of me." His heart jumped into his throat. Christian's death was Alexis' unspoken horror. Helena murdered him! She probably arranged for Alexis to see it. Just as she had with her mother. Alexis had endured so much. Sonny wanted to comfort her, to make things a little better. He gave her a gentle hug. His world changed forever.
Alexis pulled him into a lover's embrace. "Oh Christian you are my husband. You have my heart, now and forever!" Sonny's response was visceral. He wanted her. She had never touched him like that before. Now that she had, a connection had been made, a connection that ignited something powerful. He no longer had control over his body. He should be comforting his best friend, instead he felt desire, the strongest desire he had ever felt. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, touch her. She was unbuttoning his shirt! Her hands found his chest. Her sure touch thrilled him. Her hands traveled to his stomach. He was on fire.
"Alexis!" His breath was ragged.
"Sonny!" Her hands grew hesitant but they didn't pull away. She had reached for Christian but it was Sonny's chest he touched. She knew it was Sonny, but she had reacted with the same desire she thought she could only feel for Christian. She had other lovers in her life. She had even fallen in love again, but she never thought she would feel like this. The physical connection with Christian was so strong, so deep, she thought it was a once in a lifetime thing. But she had touched Sonny and flames shot between them. She knew he felt it too. His desire was evident. She had seen it, felt it. They both wanted more, to get closer, to burn together in white heat. He called out her name. He was having trouble breathing. She looked at her hands. They were crimson. She was surrounded by scarlet snow.
Alexis' hands froze. Fear possessed her face. "Sonny don't die!"
"Alexis, it's okay!" Sonny gulped in air, trying to regain control of his body. "Don't worry honey I'm okay."
She was touching his chest again. Only now she was checking for wounds. When she was convinced he was unhurt, she pressed her head against his chest and sobbed. "Sonny, we can only be friends. I can't love you. Everyone I love dies."
Sonny's heart ached for Alexis, for all the pain she carried. Kristina was right. Alexis was afraid to love, but he knew they could never be just friends now. After what he just experienced, he wouldn't settle for that. He intended to make things right. It all started and ended with Helena.
"I'll be whatever you need me to be." Sonny's arms enveloped Alexis in a chaste embrace. He kissed the top of her head and whispered. "Don't worry honey. I'm going to make it safe for you to love again."
CHAPTER 3
Johnny sat across from a sleeping Alexis. She had pulled herself into a ball and was leaning against the arm of the couch. She looked tiny, fragile.
Johnny couldn't believe this was Alexis Davis. She was a fierce attorney. He had seen veteran cops cringe at the site of her. She would sweep into the PCPD and find every weakness in the cases they prepared against Sonny. They couldn't slip anything by her, and when she found weaknesses she attacked. She was relentless. Sonny had spent very little time in lock-up since Alexis Davis became his attorney. Johnny didn't see the attorney now. He saw a small child. A child so frightened that she couldn't get small enough to hide from the horrors in her mind.
"How's she doing?" Sonny whispered as he entered.
"She's been sleeping the whole time." Johnny stood.
"Good!" Sonny walked Johnny to the door. "I don't think Kristina will try to see Alexis tonight but I want you to make sure she doesn't."
"Sure thing." At the doorway Johnny looked back at Alexis. "Boss, is she gonna be okay?"
"I think so. I hope so." Sonny planned to move heaven and earth if he had to, to make it happen.
"She's a good lady!"
"Yes she is, the best!" Sonny closed the door and returned to a sleeping Alexis.
It was an old vinyl record, full of scratches, but the beauty of the voice shown through the pops and hisses when she played it. It was the only recording Alexis had of her mother's voice. Its sound comforted her. She always heard it when her mother visited her in her dreams.
"Momma I'm sorry."
"Oh my sweet, beautiful child." Her mother's long white gown radiated. Her pale features resembled her daughters'. She was beautiful. Alexis adored her.
"I tried momma. I tried my best."
"I know you did dear. There was nothing you could do. There was nothing anyone could do."
"Why did you leave me? I needed you momma!"
"It wasn't my choice dear. I wanted to stay with you, with Kristina. I love you both so much."
A hand touched her hair. She glanced up into dark eyes framed in a pale face. "Christian!" She threw her arms around him. Sam Cooke sang:
You thrill me.
I know you thrill me.
Darling you thrill me.
Honest you do.
She began to cry. "I should never have loved you."
"Don't say that." His ashen hands were gently brushing her back.
"I am the reason you died!" She sobbed. "Helena killed you because of me. If I didn't love you, you would still be alive."
"I would have died without you! Do you think if I had known what would happen, I'd have done it differently? I was given a choice. I wouldn't give you up. I couldn't give you up! I only wish we could have wed. I wanted to be your husband." He gave her a gentle hug.
"Oh Christian you are my husband. You have my heart, now and forever!" She buried her face in his chest, kissing him. Her body responded to the contact as it always did. It was electric when they touched. His body responded in kind. She could feel it as she pressed her hips against his. She began to open his bleached linen shirt. She slipped her hands past the buttons to feel the warm, smooth, muscled skin of Sonny Corinthos.
Sonny gasped. What had just happened? What was happening still?
He had been watching Alexis sleep. He found her tucked into a tight ball, propped up against the arm of the couch. She looked nine years old. He heard humming. Alexis was humming in her sleep, something classical, or an opera maybe. It made Sonny smile. He watched as her body slowly started to unwind and the ball she was sleeping in transformed into a loose fetal position.
"I tried momma. I tried my best." She mumbled. Her hand reached out. Sonny couldn't hear everything, but it was clear she was dreaming about her mother. She WAS 9 years old, talking to her mother. It broke his heart, a nine-year-old feeling responsible for the death of her mother.
Sonny's hand reached out and touched her hair. Her reaction was immediate. "Christian!" She turned in her sleep and came to rest against Sonny's chest. Christian, was he the one? Was he Alexis' first love? His arms found their way around her shoulders.
"I should never have loved you." Alexis began to cry. Sonny's hands rubbed her back hoping to ease the pain. "Helena killed you because of me." His heart jumped into his throat. Christian's death was Alexis' unspoken horror. Helena murdered him! She probably arranged for Alexis to see it. Just as she had with her mother. Alexis had endured so much. Sonny wanted to comfort her, to make things a little better. He gave her a gentle hug. His world changed forever.
Alexis pulled him into a lover's embrace. "Oh Christian you are my husband. You have my heart, now and forever!" Sonny's response was visceral. He wanted her. She had never touched him like that before. Now that she had, a connection had been made, a connection that ignited something powerful. He no longer had control over his body. He should be comforting his best friend, instead he felt desire, the strongest desire he had ever felt. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, touch her. She was unbuttoning his shirt! Her hands found his chest. Her sure touch thrilled him. Her hands traveled to his stomach. He was on fire.
"Alexis!" His breath was ragged.
"Sonny!" Her hands grew hesitant but they didn't pull away. She had reached for Christian but it was Sonny's chest he touched. She knew it was Sonny, but she had reacted with the same desire she thought she could only feel for Christian. She had other lovers in her life. She had even fallen in love again, but she never thought she would feel like this. The physical connection with Christian was so strong, so deep, she thought it was a once in a lifetime thing. But she had touched Sonny and flames shot between them. She knew he felt it too. His desire was evident. She had seen it, felt it. They both wanted more, to get closer, to burn together in white heat. He called out her name. He was having trouble breathing. She looked at her hands. They were crimson. She was surrounded by scarlet snow.
Alexis' hands froze. Fear possessed her face. "Sonny don't die!"
"Alexis, it's okay!" Sonny gulped in air, trying to regain control of his body. "Don't worry honey I'm okay."
She was touching his chest again. Only now she was checking for wounds. When she was convinced he was unhurt, she pressed her head against his chest and sobbed. "Sonny, we can only be friends. I can't love you. Everyone I love dies."
Sonny's heart ached for Alexis, for all the pain she carried. Kristina was right. Alexis was afraid to love, but he knew they could never be just friends now. After what he just experienced, he wouldn't settle for that. He intended to make things right. It all started and ended with Helena.
"I'll be whatever you need me to be." Sonny's arms enveloped Alexis in a chaste embrace. He kissed the top of her head and whispered. "Don't worry honey. I'm going to make it safe for you to love again."