Title: If Only For Tonight (1/?)
Author: Prue Halliwell
Feedback: Here, please, or sydneyvaughn@yahoo.com
Rating: R (overall)
Classification: General Hospital; Carly/Lorenzo; angst
Written: December 6, 2003
Distribution: Anytime, anywhere, anyplace... just ask me for permission first.
Disclaimer: "General Hospital" and the characters within do not belong to me. They belong to ABC, etc, and no infringement is intended. This is for entertainment only. If someone wants to loan me Ted for a minute though, I'm not complaining...
Summary: Lorenzo's had enough of Carly's excuses.
Dedication: This one's all for LJL, who had this vision in her head, and graciously gave me the permission to use it. Yeah, I know it's not like seeing it onscreen, but I hope I at least did it a little justice. Go easy on me, I'm a CarLo virgin as far as writing them goes. ;)
A/N: It was all I could do not to take this to smut. And as I've never written smut, that's saying something about the power of one luscious Lorenzo Alcazar. *grrrrrrowl*
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Carly Corinthos looked up into the sparkling blue eyes of Lorenzo Alcazar, and fought for control of her breathing. It appeared he was in no mood for anymore of her deals at this point in time.
Or were they his deals? It was hard to keep it straight anymore.
"Look, I know Sonny won't listen right now, but with a little more convincing..." she trailed off at his glare.
"Carly, why are you doing this?"
She looked at him helplessly, at a loss for words.
"Why are you doing this to yourself? That's really the more important question."
Carly took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was suddenly very tired, especially in the presence of this man. It took everything out of her just to stand there talking to him; to resist his advances.
"I have to save Sonny. That's all that's important right now." She saw Lorenzo's jaw clench, and thought, Wrong answer.
Lorenzo, who usually had no trouble with his temper, was debating internally whether to throttle her or take her right there in the shadowy hallway. He'd never do either, but that didn't mean they weren't tempting options.
"Meanwhile, Carly, who's saving you?"
Her chin tilted defiantly. "I don't need saving."
"Oh no, the honorable Sonny Corinthos won't let anything happen to you," he said bitterly, reaching up to brush away her bangs, revealing the small bandage still on the right side of her forehead.
Carly knocked his hand away abruptly and took a step back, out of his reach. "That - That was an accident," she said, though with little conviction this time.
"No, that was Corinthos trying to kill me in a jealous rage, and he almost killed you in the process. Almost the same scenario when he put four bullets in my chest, Carly. He would've succeeded in killing me then if you hadn't warned me."
"He's just -"
"Just what?" he asked, a frown marring his features, as he registered disbelief that she would try to defend Sonny again in the face of those crimes. "He's destructive and self-destructive, and he's taking you down with him. He's been taking you down for a long time. Why can't you see that you deserve better? Why can't you see that you deserve to be respected, and listened to, and... loved. You deserve a man who cares how *you* feel, who puts your needs before his own. That's not Sonny."
She knew what he was saying was true, but she was so far into this mess maybe she was getting what she truly deserved.
"And who is it? You again?" she shot back sarcastically.
Fine, he thought. Talking was getting them nowhere, so he'd just have to show her what her life could be like. Or rather, remind her.
Carly knew she'd made a mistake from the second she saw that dangerous gleam in his eyes. Oh, not physically dangerous, as she was well aware by now that he'd never hurt her. Just physically dangerous in another way entirely.
Before she knew what was happening, Lorenzo had her pinned to the wall, deep within the shadows of the hall. His lips covered hers, and she closed her eyes, willing herself not to respond.
Everything in her mind and body told her to kiss him back, but she refused. It wasn't easy standing there deathly still as he worked his magic. It had to be magic, no one else had *ever* made her feel like he did.
Her back was to the wall, literally, his body pressed firmly against hers as he broke free from her lips, and went to work on her neck. Specifically, the pulse point just beneath her jaw. He was amazed at her control, even as he felt her pulse pounding *out* of control beneath his tender caresses.
Carly wanted nothing more than to give in right then and there. To hell with Sonny, the world, and everything in it. This man made her feel, made her want - made her need. Her whole body was on fire from head to toe as he moved back to her lips, shifting against her so that their position was even more intimate than before.
That was when she broke.
She began to kiss Lorenzo back with everything in her, pressing closer to his body, if that was even possible. A low, desperate moan escaped her as he deepened the kiss, but only a moment later she was alone, slumped against the wall, practically gasping for air.
Lorenzo stood over her, looking quite pleased with himself. He said nothing, simply smiled one of those devastating smiles, turned on his heel, and walked away.
Carly leaned her head back against the wall, closed her eyes, and tried to regain some sense of equilibrium. But that endeavor was useless; it had been gone from the day she had met that infuriating man. The man that had stolen her reluctant, rapidly pounding heart.
There was no way she was going back to Sonny's room now, not this afternoon. She had Lorenzo all over her and she knew it.
She headed for the elevator on weakened legs, and resisted the urge to run after Lorenzo and beg him for more. She couldn't do that; admit that she was wrong and that everything he'd said had been true.
All of her current truths lay in him, as her heart said yes, and her head said no.
End
Author: Prue Halliwell
Feedback: Here, please, or sydneyvaughn@yahoo.com
Rating: R (overall)
Classification: General Hospital; Carly/Lorenzo; angst
Written: December 6, 2003
Distribution: Anytime, anywhere, anyplace... just ask me for permission first.
Disclaimer: "General Hospital" and the characters within do not belong to me. They belong to ABC, etc, and no infringement is intended. This is for entertainment only. If someone wants to loan me Ted for a minute though, I'm not complaining...
Summary: Lorenzo's had enough of Carly's excuses.
Dedication: This one's all for LJL, who had this vision in her head, and graciously gave me the permission to use it. Yeah, I know it's not like seeing it onscreen, but I hope I at least did it a little justice. Go easy on me, I'm a CarLo virgin as far as writing them goes. ;)
A/N: It was all I could do not to take this to smut. And as I've never written smut, that's saying something about the power of one luscious Lorenzo Alcazar. *grrrrrrowl*
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Carly Corinthos looked up into the sparkling blue eyes of Lorenzo Alcazar, and fought for control of her breathing. It appeared he was in no mood for anymore of her deals at this point in time.
Or were they his deals? It was hard to keep it straight anymore.
"Look, I know Sonny won't listen right now, but with a little more convincing..." she trailed off at his glare.
"Carly, why are you doing this?"
She looked at him helplessly, at a loss for words.
"Why are you doing this to yourself? That's really the more important question."
Carly took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was suddenly very tired, especially in the presence of this man. It took everything out of her just to stand there talking to him; to resist his advances.
"I have to save Sonny. That's all that's important right now." She saw Lorenzo's jaw clench, and thought, Wrong answer.
Lorenzo, who usually had no trouble with his temper, was debating internally whether to throttle her or take her right there in the shadowy hallway. He'd never do either, but that didn't mean they weren't tempting options.
"Meanwhile, Carly, who's saving you?"
Her chin tilted defiantly. "I don't need saving."
"Oh no, the honorable Sonny Corinthos won't let anything happen to you," he said bitterly, reaching up to brush away her bangs, revealing the small bandage still on the right side of her forehead.
Carly knocked his hand away abruptly and took a step back, out of his reach. "That - That was an accident," she said, though with little conviction this time.
"No, that was Corinthos trying to kill me in a jealous rage, and he almost killed you in the process. Almost the same scenario when he put four bullets in my chest, Carly. He would've succeeded in killing me then if you hadn't warned me."
"He's just -"
"Just what?" he asked, a frown marring his features, as he registered disbelief that she would try to defend Sonny again in the face of those crimes. "He's destructive and self-destructive, and he's taking you down with him. He's been taking you down for a long time. Why can't you see that you deserve better? Why can't you see that you deserve to be respected, and listened to, and... loved. You deserve a man who cares how *you* feel, who puts your needs before his own. That's not Sonny."
She knew what he was saying was true, but she was so far into this mess maybe she was getting what she truly deserved.
"And who is it? You again?" she shot back sarcastically.
Fine, he thought. Talking was getting them nowhere, so he'd just have to show her what her life could be like. Or rather, remind her.
Carly knew she'd made a mistake from the second she saw that dangerous gleam in his eyes. Oh, not physically dangerous, as she was well aware by now that he'd never hurt her. Just physically dangerous in another way entirely.
Before she knew what was happening, Lorenzo had her pinned to the wall, deep within the shadows of the hall. His lips covered hers, and she closed her eyes, willing herself not to respond.
Everything in her mind and body told her to kiss him back, but she refused. It wasn't easy standing there deathly still as he worked his magic. It had to be magic, no one else had *ever* made her feel like he did.
Her back was to the wall, literally, his body pressed firmly against hers as he broke free from her lips, and went to work on her neck. Specifically, the pulse point just beneath her jaw. He was amazed at her control, even as he felt her pulse pounding *out* of control beneath his tender caresses.
Carly wanted nothing more than to give in right then and there. To hell with Sonny, the world, and everything in it. This man made her feel, made her want - made her need. Her whole body was on fire from head to toe as he moved back to her lips, shifting against her so that their position was even more intimate than before.
That was when she broke.
She began to kiss Lorenzo back with everything in her, pressing closer to his body, if that was even possible. A low, desperate moan escaped her as he deepened the kiss, but only a moment later she was alone, slumped against the wall, practically gasping for air.
Lorenzo stood over her, looking quite pleased with himself. He said nothing, simply smiled one of those devastating smiles, turned on his heel, and walked away.
Carly leaned her head back against the wall, closed her eyes, and tried to regain some sense of equilibrium. But that endeavor was useless; it had been gone from the day she had met that infuriating man. The man that had stolen her reluctant, rapidly pounding heart.
There was no way she was going back to Sonny's room now, not this afternoon. She had Lorenzo all over her and she knew it.
She headed for the elevator on weakened legs, and resisted the urge to run after Lorenzo and beg him for more. She couldn't do that; admit that she was wrong and that everything he'd said had been true.
All of her current truths lay in him, as her heart said yes, and her head said no.
End