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A
Drunken Man's Words
by SexisFan
chapter
4
Sonny
stood at the window, still watching as the first streaks of dawn
lit up the morning sky.
"Alexis,"
he whispered.
"Sonny?"
Sonny
spun toward the door. He hadn't heard it open, hadn't heard her
enter. But there she stood.
"Alexis!"
Somehow
she was suddenly in his arms. He didn't know how it happened and
he didn't care. She home, and she was with him.
"Alexis,"
he whispered as he held her tightly to his body. He breathed in
deeply, taking in the sweet, sweet scent of her.
Sonny
leaned back a bit, giving himself room to look into her eyes. She
was so beautiful, so very beautiful.
Before
he knew what he was doing, Sonny had raised his hands to cradle
her head. Staring down at her lips, he ached to taste her. She knew
what he wanted, he could tell that she did. And she wanted it, too.
He
moved in what seemed to be slow motion, bending his head down toward
hers. When their lips touched, the sensation was jarring. He couldn't
believe that he was kissing her, that she wanted him to kiss her.
He felt her arms tighten around his neck as she drew him closer.
Sonny
moaned into her mouth, thrilling to the experience of her tongue
tickling his, igniting his passion further.
She
wanted him. And he wanted her. He felt the changes in his body that
made his desire apparent. Arching his hips into her, he pressed
himself closer to her warmth and he knew that she knew that he wanted
her as much as she wanted him.
Sonny
continued his loving assault on her mouth while his hands moved
to free her from her clothing. He would have her, finally, he would
have her.
Somewhere
in his conscious Sonny registered the sound of the doorbell ringing.
Determined not to be interrupted, he tried to ignore it. But the
sound repeated, and repeated again. Why wasn't Johnny answering
the door, he wondered.
The
ringing continued, making Sonny wonder when he'd had a doorbell
installed.
Suddenly,
there was no Alexis. There were no hands in his hair, pulling him
into her kiss. There was no warm body pressed to his. There was
only the ringing of the g-- d----- phone rousing him from the most
spectacular dream, and back to a world without Alexis.
Alexis!
Sonny shot up from the sofa, stumbling across the floor in his urgency
to get to the phone. Maybe this was news of Alexis.
"Yeah,"
Sonny barked into the receiver as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Sonny?
It's Kristina. I just wanted to let you know that Alexis is fine.
She. . ."
Kristina
heard the line go dead just seconds before Sonny burst into Alexis'
penthouse.
"Where
is she?" he demanded.
Kristina
gave the wrinkled mobster a slow once-over as she laid the telephone
receiver back in its cradle.
"You
look like hell, Sonny," she offered undiplomatically.
"Where
is Alexis," he repeated, ignoring Kristina's irritating attempt
at small talk.
"She's
fine Sonny," Alexis' little sister soothed. "She's just
taking a few days away. She. . ."
"Where?"
Sonny cut in.
"I
don't know!" Kristina shot back, exasperated. "But she's
okay, really. She sounded more relaxed than I've ever hear her,
and. . ."
"What
did she say?" Sonny interrupted. "Tell me exactly,"
he demanded.
Kristina
sighed. This was really ridiculous. Alexis was a full grown woman
and Sonny was clucking over her like a mother hen. But if it would
ease his mind and get him off of Alexis' back, Kristina was happy
to indulge him.
"Listen,"
she instructed, reaching over to press the play button on the answering
machine.
The
machine whirred and beeped. After a click or two, Alexis' voice
echoed through the penthouse. "Kristina, hi. Listen, sweetie,
I'm taking a few days off. I know it's unexpected and I don't usually
do anything impulsive, but I'm thinking I need to make some changes
in my life and being a little impulsive seemed like a great way
to start!" Alexis' voice was lighthearted and tinged with laughter.
"Peter Hampton might call from Port Charles Realty. I left
a message for him to put an offer in on a piece of land on the north
end of the lake. If he hears anything back about the offer, he's
going to call the penthouse so just take the message. Who knows,
maybe by the time I get back, the new me will have a new home."
There was the sound of someone - a male someone - talking in the
background and Alexis answering that she was coming right away.
"Okay, I gotta go. Talk to you soon. And don't worry, I'm fine."
Alexis giggled out her parting words and the line went dead.
Kristina
watched Sonny's face register confusion, concern, shock, anger and
finally pain as he listened to her sister's message. He wasn't taking
this well at all, and it didn't really make sense to Kristina. Sure,
he might be upset about the possibility of Alexis moving, but the
man seemed panic-stricken about Alexis being out of town for a few
days.
"See,
Sonny? She's fine," Kristina reassured him. "She's enjoying
a little adventure. Now why don't you just go back to your beans
and coffee grounds, and. . ."
Sonny
looked up at her and the expression on his face was heartbreaking.
For all of her teasing Alexis about her feelings for Sonny, it had
never occurred to Kristina that Sonny might have feelings of his
own for Alexis. Her sister was so certain that Sonny felt only friendship
for her, and she had convinced Kristina to think so, too. But it
was apparent that Alexis had been wrong. Sonny was terrified by
Alexis' disappearance.
"There's
something wrong with her," Sonny insisted. "I have to
find her."
"But
Sonny," Kristina protested, "You heard her. She's fine."
"No
she's not!" Sonny yelled, slamming his hand down on the desk
with a crash that made Kristina jump at least a foot.
"Sonny,"
"She
purposely evaded my bodyguards, Kristina. She's on the run and doesn't
want anyone to know where she is. That isn't Alexis!"
"Bodyguards?
You were having my sister guarded? Is she in danger?" Kristina
asked incredulously.
Sonny
shook his head. "No, not the kind of danger you're thinking
of. . ."
"What
other kind of danger is there that entails having someone followed
by bodyguards, Sonny? Tell me that!"
Sonny
sighed. He couldn't explain it even if he wanted to. No one was
going to understand his fear of losing people who were important
to him. No one was going to understand that he had to know what
was happening in Alexis' life when she wasn't with him, that it
was his way of holding her close to him even though he could never
share her life the way he might like. Knowing where she was, knowing
that she was safe, knowing what she was doing and who she was sharing
herself with was something he needed. It kept her close to him,
even if it sometimes hurt him, like the night she'd gone out again
with that lawyer.
"Sonny!
Is my sister in danger from someone out to get you?" Kristina
demanded.
"No!"
Sonny snapped. And then softer, "No, she's not. It isn't about
business at all. It's, uh, personal."
"Personal?!"
Kristina erupted. "Personal? What kind of personal reason can
there be for invading my sister's privacy?"
Sonny
sighed. Alexis' little fireball of a sister could exasperate him
and irritate him. But he had to admire her for her fierce loyalty
to her sister. Still, she didn't understand Sonny and Alexis. No
one did. No one could. Hell, Sonny didn't even understand himself
and Alexis half the time.
"Look,"
he replied, "the reasons don't matter. What matters is that
Alexis was upset, upset enough to drive like a maniac in order to
get out of town without leaving a trace. Now, I have to find her,"
Sonny insisted.
"There's
something you're not telling me," Kristina intuited. "And
I want to know what it is."
Sonny
looked down at his feet guiltily. He wished he knew everything that
had happened, wished he knew what he'd done to upset Alexis so.
"Sonny?"
Kristina prompted.
"It's
personal," Sonny evaded.
Kristina
let loose with a primal scream that bordered on a shriek. "You
are the most infuriating man! No wonder Alexis ran away!" Kristina's
reckless words hit with precision, drawing instant blood. But Kristina
had no idea. All she saw was the shuttered expression Sonny wore
so expertly.
"You
have some nerve, you know!" she exploded. "I told you
to give my sister some room. I told you that her feelings made her
fragile. I told you that you could hurt her, and you wouldn't listen!"
Kristina ranted on, not knowing that every word was hitting its
mark. "Well, Alexis is doing what she needs to do for herself,
and I'm happy for her!" Kristina announced. "And if I
knew exactly where she was, you couldn't drag it out of me!"
With
that declaration, Kristina stormed out of Alexis' penthouse, slamming
the door behind her.
Sonny
shook his head ruefully. Those two certainly were sisters, he marveled,
seeing the resemblance in their temperaments.
Sonny
stood mute for a moment, his head buried in his hand. He had to
find Alexis. And the only clue he had right now was the message
on her machine. Sonny looked up, eyeing the little black box on
Alexis' desk. Sonny reached for the device and flipped the tape
compartment open. Lifting the cassette from its bed, he slipped
it into his pocket and turned on his heel. He would find someone
who could help him find Alexis if it was the last thing he did,
Sonny vowed as he stormed out of Alexis' apartment.
The
door to PH2 swung shut, the click of the latch reverberating through
the empty room. For a few seconds after the echo faded, there was
silence. Until the phone began to ring.
*****
Alexis
frowned as the line continued to ring with no answer. Obviously,
Kristina wasn't home. But why wasn't the answering machine picking
up, she wondered. After a few more fruitless rings, Alexis gave
up and returned the receiver to its cradle. Oh, well. She'd just
have to try again tomorrow.
Alexis
pushed herself away from the desk before thoughts of Port Charles
could settle too firmly in her brain. Crossing over to the dresser,
Alexis picked up the hairbrush she'd purchased that day. Catching
a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, she remembered Sonny's
drunken proclamation. "God, Alexis, you're so beautiful. .
.So beautiful, and you don't even know, do you?" Could it be
true, she wondered as she began to draw the brush through her hair
in long strokes. Could she be underestimating herself as a woman?
Could there be more to her than the mousy little Natasha she carried
with her in the back of her mind?
Alexis
skimmed the image of her slender body draped in its sheath of sea-foam
green silk. Certainly she wasn't hideous by any means. Attractive?
Okay. Beautiful? Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Maybe
some would find her beautiful. The problem really wasn't her appearance,
but how she felt about herself as a woman. There was something she'd
been lacking. Something she wanted to find. It was way past time
to embrace herself as a woman.
Alexis'
eye caught the reflection of movement on the bed behind her. Immediately
a broad and genuine smile broke out across her face. Alexis turned
to face her companion.
"Hey,
Baby," she purred. "You ready for bed?"
chapter
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