Heaven Revisited
by Kristen

A Sequel to The Ties that Bind

And heaven is what he encounters as his skin once again meets hers.

A thousand thoughts run through his mind as a thousand sensations run through his body, all focused upon a single being.

“Alexis.”

As his hands once again work the now precious and familiar straps of satin from her shoulders, he feels blessed to know what awaits at the end of his journey. Heaven. For him. And only him.

~*~*~*

She feels him peeling the satin from her skin once more. And this time, she is not afraid. Embarrassed. Confused.

Not after last night.

Alexis has spent a lifetime questioning herself and her worth. But last night, Sonny made her feel worthy, and womanly, and desirable.

This is not pity. This is desire. For her.

Her eyes close against the onslaught of desire she feels for him and from him.

The satin slides from her shoulders and she is lost.

“Sonny.”

~*~*~*

Her upper torso is bare beneath his gaze and his fingers curl into fists reflexively. It isn’t enough; and he knows now, it never will be. He wants all of her. Now.

His hands move to her skirt. He finds the zipper and slides it down. It falls to the floor in a whisper and she is left in nothing but the promise of what lies beneath black satin.

Black satin.

In his desire he realizes, his heaven and his hell have been defined by black satin.

His hell; Carly.

His heaven, he now knows.

“Alexis.”

~*~*~*

The satin falls from her body.

He pays homage to her body in the most reverent of manners.

Her hands clutch the mantle he has backed her in to.

In all her life she has never felt as loved he makes her feel.

And as the feelings overwhelm her, she can utter only a single word.

”Sonny.”

~*~*~*

He feels her respond to him and he is overwhelmed. By her.

He feels a moment of triumph. Of wonder.

He can make her moan..

He affects her.

Does she not know how she affects him?

Then, he realizes. This is Alexis.

Of course she doesn’t know.

Alexis never knows.

Never knows that her intelligence blinds him. That her beauty entices him. That her wit beguiles him. That her being leaves him breathless, and wanting more.

More.

She moans and he wants more.

~*~*~*

More. She wants more.

More of him. More of this. More of everything.

When, she wonders, did she become so greedy? And she knows.

Last night, in a tangle of black silk and black hair and bodies merging as one.

Suddenly, the brush of satin against her skin is replaced by the brush of Armani and Alexis is pulled back to conscienceless.

They’re on unequal footing and after last night, after the perfection they achieved together, to her, that is unconscionable.

“I object,” she frowns.

“To what counselor?” he dimples.

“In legalese? Failure to produce evidence.”

He grins.

“You want evidence? I can provide that.”

She matches his dimples.

“Put your money where your mouth is.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Aw man. That was bad.”

Feeling uncharacteristically emboldened, she presses against him.

“Lucky for you, I’m good.”

That’s all it takes for his clothes to meet hers on the floor and as he guides her to the couch, all he can think is “good?” Forget “good.”

They fall to the couch, he once more takes her to that mythical place, and she thinks “evidence?”

Forget “evidence.”

And as their cries mingle and meld, a single word..

“Heaven.”