Game Day
by Cowgirl

chapter 1 - Game Day

Alexis wandered down the steps from her bedroom into the living room of her penthouse. It was Sunday, and for the first time in a long time, she was bored. She had already attempted to make herself breakfast, though why she kept trying to cook was beyond her comprehension. In the end she had eaten a piece of slightly blackened toast, washing it down with a glass of orange juice. After a shower, she changed into her favorite gray warm up suit and customary fuzzy socks. Throwing her hair back into a ponytail, she had aimlessly walked around her penthouse in search of something that would hold her interest. She plopped down on the couch and let out a sigh of boredom. Casually she lolled her head over to one side, her gaze falling upon her door. She rolled her eyes, got up and exited the apartment.

Padding, still in sock-clad feet, across the hall, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. Moments later, her favorite client and best friend opened the door. To her surprise, his usually present Armani suit was replaced by a pair of jeans and a black v-neck sweater. Once he saw whom it was he stepped aside and motioned her in with a grin. "What's up?"

Alexis stopped and turned to face him, shrugging her shoulders. "Nothing. I was over at my place trying to keep busy, I mean I do have things I could...and should be doing, but my attention span seems to be greatly lacking today and I can't seem to concentrate on any one thing in particular so I decided to take a walk across the hall and see what you were up to on a Sunday. I mean we rarely see one another on the weekends, we're both usually holed..."

"Alexis," Sonny called out in a singsong voice.

Alexis stopped her rambling and turned her attention to him. "What?"

Sonny shook his head and smiled. "If you're bored and want to hang out, that's fine. Just say so..." he put his hand up. "But try to do it in five words or less."

Alexis nodded once and sat down on the couch. "Fine, yes, I'm bored and I would love to hang out."

Sonny laughed. "Eleven."

"Excuse me?"

"I said five words or less, that was eleven. You just can't help yourself can you?"

Alexis narrowed her eyes at him, trying to be menacing. "Funny." She glanced around the room. "So? What do you want to do?"

Sonny walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of water. "Football," he said before taking a gulp.

"Football?"

"Yeah, it's Sunday and the Jets are playing, and I planned on watching them. You can sit and watch with me or you can go back to being bored. Want a sandwich?"

Alexis opened her mouth and shut it again. "Football. I've heard of it. They score goals right?"

Sonny chuckled. "They score touchdowns."

Alexis stood up. "I think I'll go be bored."

Sonny took hold of her arm and sat her back down on the couch. "Come on, I'll explain the game to you. You might enjoy it."

"I doubt it," Alexis quipped as she folded her arms across her chest.

"I'll go get us some lunch, don't leave," he said as he walked into the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later Sonny re-entered the room carrying a tray consisting of two very large sandwiches, a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of Heineken beer. He set the tray on the table. He glanced at Alexis, who he noticed was giving him the once over. "Something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No, I was just noticing the jeans. I didn't realize that you owned denim...or watched football for that matter."

Sonny shook his head. "You think I sit in my Armani suits, drinking fine scotch and watch Godfather movies on the weekends?"

Alexis cocked her head to the side and then nodded after mulling that over for a moment. "Yes."

Sonny winced. "Coming from you...Miss buttoned up pinstriped suit attorney lady..." He pointed to her feet. "Who would ever think that Miss business suit would wear fuzzy socks."

Alexis stretched her leg out in front of her and flexed her foot. "I told you, they're comfortable."

"And my jeans are comfortable, football is comfortable. Eat your sandwich."

Alexis leaned towards the tray, her hand moving towards the sandwich, but stopping on the bottle of Heineken. "And this would be?" she asked holding it up.

Sonny took a seat next to her on the couch and fiddled with the television remote until he found the game. "In some countries they call it beer."

"Beer?"

"Beer."

"As in the foamy gold stuff people order at Luke's and Jake's? The stuff people guzzle right from the bottle and then belch?"

"That's the stuff," he said and shot her an amused look. "Don't tell me you've never had a beer?"

"I've never had the privilege, no."

Sonny laughed. "Not even once?"

"Nope. I'm more of a Merlot girl myself."

Sonny leaned back against the couch and let out a sigh. "You high brow boarding school types are all the same. I suppose at your college parties they popped open the Dom Perignon?"

Alexis looked at him for a second, narrowing her eyes. "I didn't drink...or go to parties for that matter, in college. I studied."

"Figures," Sonny muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

Sonny pointed to the television. "We're missing the game."

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An hour and a half later Sonny had tried to explain football, and to his surprise, Alexis seemed to take sort of an interest. He glanced over at her as she stared intently at the screen trying to figure out something that she knew nothing about. He stretched his body, putting both feet straight out in front of him, his arms splayed across the back of the couch.

Alexis felt Sonny watching her. "What?"

Sonny chuckled. "Nothing, I just love watching you when you're so intense about something."

"Uh huh," she muttered as she turned her attention back to the screen. She pointed at a yellow line going across the field. "What is this down thing they keep talking about?"

"Okay," Sonny said as he sat up, his arm coming down around Alexis' shoulder as he pointed. "Remember how I told you that they get four downs per possession?"

Alexis nodded.

"If they can move the ball ten yards in one play, then they get another four downs. That's called a first down."

"Okay, I think I get it," she replied as they both leaned back into the couch, much closer now that Sonny's arm was around her. He made no attempt to move it.

Alexis was determined not to react to his arm and instead stared at the television.

They both stared at the television, each one pretending not to notice their closeness. The Jets scored a touch down and they both jumped in their seats, the motions pulling them closer together. Alexis turned her head slowly as Sonny's hand moved up and down her arm. "What are you doing?"

Sonny looked at her, startled. "What?"

Alexis looked back at the screen. "You...you're...you have your arm around me."

"Yeah...I uh...it landed there when I was explaining...is it bothering you?"

"No," Alexis said quickly. "Why would it bother me?" Once again she nervously turned her attention to the television. "Now they're going to punt?"

"No, they're going to try to kick a field goal."

"Oh," she replied as she turned her head back towards his. He was still staring at her. "Is something wrong?"

Sonny shook his head. "No...nothing's wrong," he flashed the dimples at her.

She returned his smile and shook her head. "Sonny..."

"Alexis..."

"What's going on here?"

Sonny shrugged. "I don't know," he said and smiled even bigger.

"Why did it suddenly get so strange in here?"

Sonny leaned forward and whispered,"I think it's called sexual tension."

Alexis gasped and cast her eyes to the floor, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "sexual ten..." she stopped and cleared her throat. She lifted her eyes up to see Sonny still staring at her, smiling.

"What is so funny?" she asked, her eyes wide.

Sonny sniffed. "Well, I mean how many times have we been alone together and ...nothing?"

Alexis waved her hand. "Is there a point to this?"

"Yeah, I mean, this is the first time that we've been alone together..." he stopped and smiled again.

"And?" Alexis prodded him along.

Sonny cocked his head to one side. "and...this is the first time that I've wanted to jump your bones."

Alexis' eyes were as big as saucers. "Excuse me?" she choked out.

"I mean..." he squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them back up. He opened his mouth to speak, but let out a frustrated growl instead. "Oh what the hell…" he leaned forward and roughly captured Alexis' mouth with his own. She tensed at first, but as the kiss became softer and more passionate, she relaxed and returned his affections, her arms encircling his waist.

They pulled back from their kiss and looked wide-eyed at one another. "Wow," Sonny exclaimed.

"You're not kidding," Alexis answered exasperated.

"I think I liked that," Sonny smiled.

Alexis couldn't help but return his smile with one of her own. "I think I did too."

They stared at one another a moment longer, both with big goofy grins on their faces. "So...what do we do now?" Sonny asked nervously.

Alexis swallowed and could not believe what she was about to say. "I say we do that again."

Sonny nodded and moved in for another kiss. This time the kiss went much further as he gently pushed Alexis' body down onto the couch cushions.

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Sonny and Alexis sat side by side on the couch, both silent, both unsure of what to say, both completely naked underneath a blanket. Finally Alexis rolled her head to the side and met Sonny's eyes. "Did we just have sex for no apparent reason?"

Sonny nodded slowly. "Yeah, I think we did."

"Any idea why?"

"Nope."

Silence enveloped the room once again as the two turned their gaze back to the television. "Looks like the Vets won," Alexis commented.

"Jets. The New York Jets."

"Right. Jets."

Sonny laughed and put his arm around Alexis pulling her closer to him.

"Look, lets not get weird about this. We're good right?"

Alexis cleared her throat. "Oh, sure. No...I mean, we're fine. Just two friends hanging out."

"Literally," Sonny grinned.

Alexis poked his chest. "Not funny."

"Hey, did you like your first football game?"

Alexis turned looked at him. How can he be thinking about football right now? She asked herself and then smiled. "I think I like football."

Sonny grinned and yanked the blanket off of them. "Wait till baseball season."

chapter 2