Game Day
by Cowgirl

chapter 7 - Seventh Inning Stretch

Alexis slid from her bed Sunday morning and began her weekly ritual of worrying about her inevitable encounter with her landlord/client. It had more than two months of them getting together literally and figuratively on Sundays under the guise of Sonny teaching Alexis about sports. Alexis knew in her mind that they shouldn't be doing this, that it could only lead to trouble later down the line, but when she was with him, and he was touching her and kissing her, her body took total control and shut out any thoughts of being logical.

She made her way down the stairs and flipped on the television...and strangely enough...found herself turning to the sports channel. She went to the kitchen, looked at the empty coffeepot and sighed remembering Kristina had gone away for the weekend with Ned. She would have to fend for herself...she looked to the door...or call Sonny. She got up and moved to the phone, placing her hand on the cradle and stopped, shaking her head. This was crazy...she knew damn well she wasn't calling him for coffee. She moved away from the phone and back to the couch and flopped down onto it. She was about to contemplate going over to Kelly's when the infamous knock sounded at her door. Alexis rose to answer it, strangely disturbed at the little leap her heart did when she heard his knock.

She opened the door to find Sonny standing there with a tray in his hand. "Hey," he said casually.

Alexis nodded at him and averted her eyes to the tray in his hand. "Tell me you read my mind and that's breakfast under that lid."

Sonny grinned and lifted the lid on the plate revealing an omelet and bacon. "Hungry?"

Alexis smiled and opened the door wider to let him enter.

She watched as he crossed the room and set the tray down on the coffee table as opposed to the dining room table. "You don't like eating at the table any more?"

He stood upright and gave her the dimples. "You know...we usually..." he rubbed his cheek. "We usually sit in front of the t.v on Sundays."

Alexis nodded. "Uh huh. Just out of curiosity...would you're delivering breakfast to my place have anything to do with the fact that my sister is out of town?"

Sonny sniffed back a laugh and raised his eyebrows at her accusingly. "Would your casually mentioning the other day the fact that Kristina would be out of town this weekend mean anything?"

Alexis looked indignant. "Certainly not."

Sonny shrugged. "Then my motives are just as pure as yours."

Alexis stared at him for a second and narrowed her eyes before moving to the couch and sitting down in front of her breakfast that Sonny had now carefully lain out. "Let's just eat."

Sonny sat down and the two of them began to enjoy their meal. Sonny nodded at the television. "I see you have the sports channel already on."

Alexis swung her head to him. "I just flipped the television on before you knocked. I didn't change the channel yet."

Sonny grinned and reached for the remote. "There's a re-broadcast of the Yankees game on."

Alexis raised an eyebrow. "Yankees?"

Sonny lowered his head and shook it. "She doesn't even know who the Yankees are."

Alexis shrugged her shoulders. "I know they won the Civil War."

Sonny slapped his palm to his forehead and leaned back on the couch. "Yeah...well later on they formed a baseball team and play here in New York," he chided as he flipped through channels until he found the game. "Good, they're still in the first inning." He cast a glance at Alexis who already had her mouth open, forming a sentence. He held up his hand. "There's nine innings in a game. An inning lasts until both team gets three outs...there's no time limit."

Alexis nodded and settled back into the couch where Sonny's arm immediately wrapped around her shoulders. She didn't fight it as she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. An hour and a half later the game was in full swing and Sonny had done more explaining about the game of baseball then he ever did to the PCPD about any of his wrong doings.

Alexis pursed her lips and knitted her eyebrows as she concentrated on the game. "So...he can run to the next base even though nobody has hit the ball yet?"

Sonny nodded. "It's called stealing a base."

Alexis lightly knocked Sonny in the ribs with her elbows. "Leave it to you to find a sport with stealing in it."

"You wound me counselor. I don't steal."

"That depends on whose definition of stealing you use." She pointed to the television. "What I don't get is the balls and strikes thing."

Sonny ignored the obvious opening she had left him and explained. "Okay...see...there's the batter's box." He pointed out the chalked outline on the screen. "The batter stands there and the pitcher's job is to throw the ball into the strike zone. That's usually between the knees of the batter and his chest. If he doesn't swing at the pitch, and the ball is in the strike zone, it's a strike. If he swings and misses, it's also a strike. Three strikes and you're out...now a ball is when the pitch is thrown outside the strike zone and the batter doesn't hit it...but if swings and misses...even if it's a ball...it's a strike."

Alexis bit down on her bottom lip. "Okay...so what is going on when they hit the ball...it flies away and then the batter goes back to the..." she thought for a second..."the batters box...and picks up his bat again?"

Sonny tilted his head and smiled thoughtfully. She completely turned him on when she was trying so hard to comprehend something that was new to her. Not only was she sexy physically, but Sonny honestly believed that it was the way her brain worked that got to him the most.

Alexis gave her head a quick shake. "What?"

Sonny chuckled. "You're so damn sexy you know that?"

Alexis blushed and tilted her head down momentarily. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and sucked in the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. "You didn't answer my question." She cleared her throat.

Sonny moved closer to her and took her arm at the wrist, holding up slightly, inspecting it as if it was brand new to him. "That means they hit the ball in foul territory...out of bounds so to speak," he said as he stroked her soft skin right above her pulse. "You didn't answer my question either," he said, his voice getting husky as he looked into her eyes.

She met his gaze. "I don't remember the question," she said letting a quick burst of air escape her lips as Sonny continued to brush the skin on her arm with feathery strokes, sending shivers down her spine.

Sonny tugged on her arm and pulled her onto his lap, encircling his arms around her and moving his mouth to her neck. Barely touching her he pressed his lips to her neck, letting just the tip of his tongue graze her hot skin. He smiled as she shuddered beneath his touch. "I asked you if you knew how sexy you were."

Alexis moaned and nodded her head. "You know I don't answer those questions about myself," she replied as she turned her head to look at him. She held his eyes for a moment before surprising herself by crushing her mouth to his as her hands found the buttons on his shirt. When she had his shirt undone and open, her hands wildly roamed his smooth chest. Finally she stopped and stood up taking Sonny's hand in hers.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he stood up and finished removing his shirt, which was now hanging down around his bent elbows.

Alexis licked her lips and moved to him, her hands finding his waist. She eyed him up and down for a second. "You said between the knees and the chest?"

Sonny cocked his head. "Huh?"

Alexis looked up into his eyes. "The strike zone...between the knees and the chest?"

Sonny nodded, a smile spreading rapidly across his face. "Yeah...why?"

She gave him a half smile. "Just wanted to see if I could find yours." Came her raspy reply as she trailed a finger across his stomach.

"You think you can throw me a curve ball huh?" he asked teasingly.

"I think so," she replied as she placed several burning kisses on his chest. "Think you could hit it out of the park?"

Sonny let out a huge sigh as the sensation of her lips on his skin drove him to the edge. He pulled her to him and attacked her mouth with his own. When they were both in need of oxygen, he pulled back and picked her up in his arms, depositing her onto the couch. Slowly crawling up the length of her body, he stopped and looked down into her eyes. "Baby...I'm going to hit a grand slam."

Alexis smiled, she had no idea what that was...she didn't care.

chapter 8