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Drunken Man's Words chapter 13 There it was. His proposal. Well, his proposition. A proposal would entail commitment and thoughts of the future. At least, a marriage proposal would. A business proposal might. . .Oh, Alexis shut up. You're babbling inside your own head, she chided herself. Sonny's breath caught in his throat as he waited expectantly for her answer. She seemed quite lost in thought, and he wasn't about to push her before she was ready. Okay, Alexis, think. Breathe. He wants to spend the week doing what we did last night. And of course you should say no. What good could possibly come of it? Well, what long term good - because in the short term. . .Stop it, Alexis. Think. You've already done the deed and it can't be undone. You're already faced with the problem of trying to have a professional relationship and be friends with him after, well, doing what you did last night. Alexis felt herself blush as a particularly vivid memory came to her of something she did to him last night. Okay. So you already have that problem. And you're already going to have those memories of him to deal with, no matter what. Why not have as many memories as possible? Of course, you're just trying to rationalize a way to have something you know you shouldn't have, and no one can rationalize better than a lawyer. So you probably shouldn't be listening to yourself. Then again, maybe you shouldn't be listening to yourself telling yourself no to listen to yourself. On the other hand. . . "Alexis?" Sonny finally prompted gently, feeling a bit faint from holding his breath for so long. "If we spent this week - together - then what happens when we get back to Port Charles, Sonny?" she stalled. Sonny shrugged and grinned. "I hadn't thought about it because, well, that would be in the future and thinking about it be against the rules, wouldn't it?" Alexis reached her hand down into the bathwater and drew it up quickly, bringing up with it a soaking wet washcloth that was quite expertly flung in Sonny's direction, striking him squarely in the chest before falling into his lap. Looking down at the large, dark spot where the t-shirt now clung to his chest, Sonny smiled. Lifting the washcloth from an equally drenched spot on the denim jeans, he slowly dropped it back into Alexis' bath, grinning the entire time. A playful Alexis was a good sign, he thought - or at least hoped it was. "I'm serious, Sonny," Alexis replied a bit forlornly. "What do we do when we get back to Port Charles?" "What do you want to do?" "I don't see a future for us," Alexis replied honestly. Sonny dropped his gaze and nodded. "I understand," he answered simply. Then raising his eyes to hers again, he continued, "But today means more to me than tomorrow, Alexis. Any time we have together is worth whatever it costs me to be without you in the future." Alexis' heart leapt to her throat at the sincerity of his words. In a way, she understood how he felt. Maybe. . .maybe Beau and his sister were right. Maybe it was time to stop planning and start living. What was that saying on the poster in that diner in Maryland? Life is what happens while you're busy making plans? Maybe. . . "When we get back, some things will have to change, Sonny." "Whatever you need." "No more spying on me with your guards," Alexis answered resolutely. "You got it, no guards." "The guards are okay," Alexis replied. "I understand and appreciate the protection. I just don't want them telling you every detail - or any detail - about my life." "Done." Alexis' brow knit for a few seconds as she pondered something. Then, "You could let the guards question my waiters once in a while, as long as they don't pass any information on to you." Sonny looked at her puzzled. Alexis laughed at the questioning expression on his face. "I never had such good service in restaurants until you became obsessed with me," she teased, nudging his elbow with a wet foot. Sonny was fast. In a flash he reached around and grabbed the offending foot, causing Alexis to gasp and tense in surprise. She relaxed, though, when a smile spread across Sonny's face. "I'll show you obsessed, counselor," he laughed, beginning a gentle massage of her foot, now resting on the ledge of the tub. Alexis was well aware of the line she was allowing him to cross. She couldn't pretend that she didn't know where this was going. A nagging voice in the back of her mind told her to stop before it was too late. And Alexis knew she should probably listen to that rational little voice. But when it came right down to it, she didn't want to listen to reason. She wanted to feel like she felt last night. And if there were only a handful of those nights to be had in the course of her life, she wanted to experience them. She might be making a mistake. But suddenly she realized that a mistake wouldn't be as painful as looking back and regretting the loss of this opportunity. Silencing that tiny voice of reason, Alexis leaned back into the tub and gave herself over to Sonny's touch. Perhaps it was a trick of the dim light, but as soon as she relaxed it seemed that Sonny's watchful eyes darkened. The intensity of his stare left her heart racing and her mouth suddenly dry. Reaching for the tall icy glass on the side of the tub, Alexis lifted it to her lips and took a few cool swallows of the sweet refreshment. Carefully, she set the glass back in its place. Then closing her eyes, she leaned her head back and let herself get lost in the sensation of Sonny's hands on her body. Slowly, his fingers squeezed and stroked the sole of her foot. Gently, they tugged at her toes and tickled her arch. The massage then began to travel higher over her calf and up toward her knee. Alexis' breath caught when she suddenly felt Sonny's tongue tickle her toes. Tenderly, one by one, each toe was taken between his lips and tugged with a gentle sucking action. Alexis smiled, trying to resist the urge to giggle at the sensation this produced. Alexis nearly groaned in disappointment when Sonny withdrew from her foot and lowered her leg back into the bathwater. Before she could even think of protesting, though, she felt his fingers seek out the other foot under the bubbles. Content with the knowledge that she was about to enjoy some 'equal time' for her other foot, Alexis relaxed and smiled. So lost was she in the feel of Sonny's skin against hers, she wasn't aware of any movement when he reached for her glass of soda and lifted it to his mouth. The sound of the tinkling ice didn't register, nor did the sound of the glass being returned to the side of the tub. But when Sonny drew her toes into the warmth of his mouth, the unexpected shock of an ice cube against her sensitive skin DID register, startling her and eliciting a gasp of surprise. She'd have pulled away reflexively if not for Sonny's firm grasp on her heel. Sonny's mouth moved against her skin, bringing the most delightful sensations as the warmth of his tongue alternated with the chill of the ice. Moving from her toes, along the sensitive arch of her foot, then over her ankle, he slowly drew the excruciatingly erotic tingling higher on her leg. Alexis could feel the ice gradually dissolving against her skin as his lips reached her knee. Dragging her lids open enough to peer at him through her lashes, she watched as he reached for the glass and again lifted it to his mouth. This time when he set it down, he placed it on the floor beside the tub. Then leaning across the ledge of the tub, Sonny bent toward her face. Alexis' lips began to part in anticipation of his kiss, anticipation that was left unfulfilled as his mouth instead sought out the gentle curve of her neck. Again, Alexis was left breathless by the shock of the ice numbing her skin, followed by the passionate burn that arose as Sonny's hot tongue massaged warmth back into her body. Alexis lay her head back, eyes closed in bliss, as he hit every tender spot along the length of her throat, from just behind her ear to the soft slope of her shoulders. She could feel the ice melting as he reached her collarbone, and was not surprised to hear the soft tinkling sound made as he returned the glass to his mouth a third time. She was not prepared, though, for the heart-stopping excitement she would feel as his mouth returned to her skin and began to trail fire and ice below her collarbone toward the gentle fullness of her breasts. For a split second Alexis feared that she would go insane if he dared to. . .too late. Alexis' gasp was followed by a soft moan as Sonny's mouth brushed the peak of her breast with an ice cube, producing reflexive hardening so intense that she felt a tug at the core of her womanhood. If ever she were to lose her senses completely, it would be now, she thought, as she writhed in pleasure under Sonny's delicious torture. Alexis' hands had moved to cradle Sonny's head, her fingers twining in the fullness of his ebony waves. With passionate demand, she pressed him closer to her chest, urging him to continue. Moving his mouth from one breast to the other, Sonny complied enthusiastically. By the time the ice finally melted away, Alexis was completely lost in desire. When Sonny's mouth moved to cover hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him hard against her body, mindless of the water soaking through the clothes he still wore. She was very mindful, though, of the sensations produced in her body as her newly sensitized body rubbed against the roughness of Sonny's now-wet t-shirt. Alexis' kiss grew frenzied, driving Sonny's desire even higher. The tiny bathroom was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing as they attempted to devour each other with their kisses. Somewhere on the fringes of her consciousness, Alexis was aware of Sonny's hands against her skin. One was pressed against her bare back, cradling her body against his. The other was moving along the length of her body, almost hovering above her skin. A slight chill remained in the water as his hand passed through it. Her brain foggy from desire, Alexis was slow to realize the reason - until Sonny's hand came to rest between her thighs and her senses were jolted by the shock of an icy hardness against her skin. Alexis would have moaned if any air at all had been moving through her lungs. Instead, she clung to Sonny's shoulders as her body arched against his touch. Surely, she would go mad, she thought in the midst of this erotic agony. Alexis pressed her lips to Sonny's ear. "Get in here," she ordered even as her hands reached down to begin peeling the wet shirt from his body. In seconds that felt like an eternity, Sonny stood and quickly stripped of his drenched clothing. In a flash he was settling himself in the warm water, with Alexis moving immediately into his arms. She leaned in and gave him a fast, hard kiss as Sonny's hands slid over her wet skin, kneading gentle circles across her back and shoulders. Hungrily, his tongue probed her mouth. Alexis fully met the demand of his kiss, her fingers curling into the flesh of Sonny's shoulders. Positioning herself over his hips, Alexis brought their bodies together in the most intimate of joinings. Moving together in heat and passion, Alexis felt an almost violent release as waves of pleasure ripped through her being.
Lifting her head from his shoulder, Alexis looked into Sonny's darkened eyes and smiled. "You better get me to that bed, and fast," she instructed with a lascivious twinkle in her eye. Sonny returned her smile as he lifted her hips from his so that he could stand and pull her up with him. Scooping her into his arms, he carried her to the bed. Both depositing her and joining her in one fluid motion, Sonny covered her body with his. No time would be wasted they knew as they moved together to reconnect. Alexis sought out Sonny's ear with her mouth. Finding it, she whispered a question to him. "How do I say 'harder and deeper' in Spanish," she asked playfully. Sonny moaned softly before whispering a short Spanish phrase back to her. Alexis tried it out, relishing the feel of the words so foreign to her tongue. Sonny moaned again and rewarded her for her request. Over and over Alexis whispered the phrase into Sonny's ear. The words echoed in his fevered brain, driving him on. Alexis drew her nails along the length of Sonny's back in a delicious torture as he brought them both to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. Afterward, Alexis lay beneath his body, soaking up his warmth and relishing the weight of him upon her as they let themselves recover from their lovemaking. Softly, Alexis' hands moved up and down his back in a feather-light touch that soothed them both. "Don't move," she whispered pleadingly as her fingers continued to trail across his back and over the rise of his hips. Sonny lifted his head to look into her eyes. Alexis' breath stopped at the expression of tenderness and openness she saw written across his features. Wordlessly, he bent his head and brushed her lips with a gentle kiss that seared her soul. After giving her the sweetest kiss she'd ever known, Sonny laid his head to rest on her shoulder, his warm breath floating against the soft skin of her breast. It was in this embrace that sleep stole over them, drawing them together into a peace deeper than either had ever known before.
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