The Doll
by SexisFan

Part 4 -- Next Time

"Sonny, you cannot simply kidnap me at your whim."

Sonny smiled, noting how beautiful Alexis was when she was flushed with anger. "I just did," he answered.

Alexis gestured to the surroundings of the safehouse living room. "This is reprehensible."

"Something wrong with the decor?"

Her eyes widened as his teasing increased her ire. "You know what I mean."

Sonny took a step closer, moving dangerously close to her personal space. "Tell me."

"You are the most morally bankrupt..."

"Yeah..."

He took another step closer, close enough for the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his of to register in Alexis' senses. "Infuriating..."

"Mmm-hmm..."

He was leaning attentively toward her now, his eyes soft and warm like pools of melted chocolate. "Controlling..."

"Riiiight..."

His hand lifted to brush an errant lock of hair from her cheek, tucking the tress behind her ear. Alexis shivered, a reaction that brought a slow smile to his face. "Arrogant..."

His hand slipped under the curtain of her hair, cupping her head. "I've missed you," he whispered as he bent his head to claim her lips.

Alexis' protests melted away under the heat of his kisses, her body softening as it responded to his. Sonny felt her fingers in his hair as she returned the passion of his kisses. Reluctant to relinquish his claim on her mouth for even an instant, Sonny led Alexis into a dip that allowed him to sweep her up into his arms. As he carried her to the bedroom, the increasing fever of her kisses drove away his concerns that she might refuse him.

Standing in an embrace beside the bed, they continued to kiss heatedly as Sonny undid the buttons of Alexis' suit jacket and slid the garment from shoulders. Another button and a zip left her skirt pooled around her high heels. Her silk blouse floated to the floor to join it. It was then that Sonny took a half step back to admire her. Eddie's Angel may have been splashed all over the world in a teddy, but this is how Sonny always thought of his angel, Alexis. Sheathed in a whisper of silk, she was so elegantly sexy clad in a lacy slip that skimmed her thighs, revealing her sleek, slender legs in silky stockings, the picture completed by her saucy heels. Yes, he thought as he pulled her down to meet him in 'their' bed on the black satin sheets. This is my Alexis.

In no time, Alexis' nimble fingers had relieved Sonny of his shirt and his trousers. Pressing her silk-clad body against his, she moaned as Sonny's mouth claimed hers over and over. When he finally broke a kiss and pulled back from her, she groaned with disappointment. Her dark eyes, wild with passion, held his questioningly as he moved away from her. But when his hand slid softly down the length of her leg to her Italian heels, awareness replaced doubt and she smiled up at him again.

With agonizing slowness, Sonny slipped one expensive shoe from her slender foot, drawing the tip of his finger along her arch as he did so. Alexis wriggled under the sensation, her movement bringing a darkening to Sonny's eyes as his passion rose even higher. The second shoe came off just a little faster, Sonny licking his lips quickly in anticipation of returning to Alexis' mouth for more of her kisses. As he did so, he traced one finger up her leg, slipping his hand under the hem of her slip while his lips met hers. Alexis arched into him eagerly, moaning in anticipation as he slipped her silk stocking from her thigh, rolling it expertly toward her knee. She groaned when he moved from her arms again, this time rolling the silk to the tips of her toes. As the stocking slipped from her foot, Sonny ran a slender finger along the tender underside of her toes, sending shivers through her body as she again squirmed atop the black satin.

Sonny's mouth claimed hers again in searing kiss after kiss as his hand slid up her other thigh, reaching beneath the slip to begin rolling down her remaining stocking. Knowing that he would soon break the kiss, Alexis clung to him desperately. Sonny felt his heart beat wildly as the fire of her desire drove his even higher. But he would be patient. He had waited a long time to have Alexis back where she belonged. He would relish every moment of it.

Alexis moaned and bit at her lower lip as Sonny repeated his stocking removal technique. Her breath came in short, heavy gasps that had her bosom heaving in the attempt to gather oxygen into her lungs. As her second stocking joined the first on the floor at the side of the bed, Sonny placed a tender kiss on the inside of her right ankle. This was followed by another kiss on her calf, and a third a little higher, where his hot tongue darted out to tickle the tender spot behind her knee. A fourth kiss at the hem of her slip had Alexis writhing. In a flash, Sonny's mouth as again on hers, devouring her with kisses that strayed from her lips to brand her cheeks, jaw, throat and shoulders. The last scraps of silk were torn from their bodies as desire turned to need.

My Alexis. Mi corazon, Sonny thought as he claimed her willing body, once again making her his.

The shrill ring-ring of the cell phone pierced Sonny's sleep. Instantly, like water on a flame, his lovemaking with Alexis evaporated, leaving only hazy images that were definitely less satisfying than his dream. "Damn," Sonny muttered as he reached onto the floor for his jacket and dug into the breast pocket to retrieve the phone. "Damn," he cursed again when the caller told him who was calling.

Sonny set the phone aside without answering. He didn't want to talk to her right now, if ever. Instead he reached for the phone on the bedside table. A landline was more secure, and he needed complete discretion for what he was about to do.

*****

"I come bearing croissants," Cameron announced as Alexis opened the front door to him.

"You don't have to bribe me," she responded.

"Oh, these are not a bribe," Cameron chuckled as he brushed by her and set two white boxes on the dining table. "These are self-preservation. I need breakfast, and I don't want you anywhere near the kitchen making it."

"Now you're just being presumptuous."

"About your culinary skills? I don't think so."

"No. About thinking that I would care enough to even want to give you breakfast."

"Yowch." Cameron flattened a palm against his chest, covering his heart. "That one hurt, counselor."

"I'll bet," Alexis replied with smiling sarcasm and a roll of her eyes.

"It did," Cameron countered with a slight pout. "But you can make it up to me with some..."

"Coffee?"

"Juice."

"You're a quick study, doctor," she smiled as she crossed toward the kitchen to get the rest of their breakfast. It took only a few minutes for Alexis to return with two large glasses of orange juice and some sliced fruit. Sonny would be proud of my new eating habits. Alexis frowned as the renegade thought raced through her brain before she could censor it.

"Something wrong?" Cameron asked, noting the furrow in her brow.

Alexis shook the thought from her mind. "No," she answered, too quickly. "No. I was just thinking that you just be very hungry," she covered, gesturing to the two square white boxes on her table.

Cameron chuckled. "Only one is mine," he replied, opening the top box to reveal the golden croissants. "The other was outside your door."

"Stop!" Alexis commanded, grabbing Cameron's wrist as he reached for the second, unmarked, white box. "It could be a bomb."

"Aren't you being a bit paranoid?" Cameron asked.

"No!" Alexis exclaimed as Cameron lifted the lid to the mystery box.

"See?" he teased. "No big boom-boom."

Alexis glared at him for a moment before following his lead and peeking into the box. No, no bomb. But something potentially just as dangerous.

Cameron watched, puzzled, as Alexis first paled, then went flush. The damnedest thing, he thought to himself. He'd never seen anyone have quite such a reaction to a few gardenias.

***** Alexis looked at her watch for the fifth time in - well - two and a half minutes, apparently. Where is he? she thought angrily. Three o'clock on this bench, the note had said. Now, it was five past three and Alexis was re-thinking the wisdom of answering Sonny's summons. Of course, she was only meeting him to tell him that he could not simply pop into her life and order her around. At least, that's the reason she gave her rational self each time it questioned her heart for leading her here.

"Forget it. This was a bad idea, little one." Alexis stood up, grasping the handle of the carriage and turning it toward home.

"Miss Davis?"

Alexis jumped when an attractive young man in a gray trench coat appeared at her elbow, speaking her name. "I'm sorry?" she asked, rattled.

"You are Miss Davis, aren't you?" he asked pleasantly.

"Do I know you, Mr...."

"Mr. Corinthos asked me to meet you here."

Alexis arched an eyebrow. "Really? I don't recognize you as one of Sonny's employees," she answered skeptically.

"My name's Ty. Mr. Corinthos brought me in from, um, out of town. Just this morning, in fact."

He seemed earnest enough. But Alexis told herself that she couldn't be too careful. "Why should I believe you?" she asked, challenging the young man to prove himself to her.

"Mr. Corinthos asked me to give this to you," he answered, reaching his gloved hand out toward her.

For the first time, Alexis noticed the gardenia the stranger held. Very Sonny-like. But still...anyone could have sent those flowers this morning, and sent this man here to meet her this afternoon. Alexis' dark eyes met the stranger's cool gaze. "Not good enough," she stated, turning to make her way back to her apartment with her daughter.

"He also said to tell you it was 'next time' and to ask..." Ty stammered as Alexis wheeled on him, her gaze intently searching his eyes. He felt a little stupid saying this, but..."to ask you if you could spare a dance for old times' sake."

Relief was followed by white-hot anger that Sonny could be so darned presumptuous. "You're here to take me to him?" she asked, her question answered by a shy nod. "Fine. Let's go," Alexis snapped. "We'll set that egotist straight, won't we, little one?" Alexis muttered to her daughter as she followed Ty to the waiting car.

*****

"Sonny, you cannot simply kidnap me at your whim."

Sonny smiled smugly, flushing slightly under his mocha coloring as her words drew out images from his dream of the night before. "But I just did," he baited her.

Alexis stepped toward him, Kristina settled firmly on her hip. "You are the most arrogant..."

"Presumptuous, morally reprehensible, sexist - yeah, yeah, yeah. I know," he broke in, brushing aside her protestations as he stepped closer to her, reaching out with a single slender finger to tickle Kristina under the chin. His effort was rewarded with a brilliant toothless grin that dimpled the baby's cherubic cheeks. Kristina's tiny hand reached up and fisted firmly around her father's finger, making him a most willing prisoner.

"May I?" Sonny lifted his other hand, holding it out expectantly to receive his daughter into his embrace for the first time. Alexis had no time to agree or refuse as Kristina dove from her mother's arms into her father's waiting hands.

"Traitor," Alexis whispered, rolling her eyes at the self-satisfied twin grins shining back at her.

Sonny pressed a tender kiss atop his little girl's curls, though his eyes remained focused on Alexis, his gaze drawing her attention back to him. His smile never faded, yet it did not mask the seriousness in his dark eyes when he looked intently into Alexis' and whispered his next words.

"I've missed you."