Love hurts, Love
scars, Love wounds' and most
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts
Sonny and Alexis didn’t even hear the lyrics of the less than romantic song to which they were swaying. Before this refrain was finished, Sonny moved them toward the middle of the room. He’s also begun nibbling and kissing Alexis’ neck while Alexis had finally pulled Sonny’s T-shirt out from his pants so she could get her hands on to the flesh of his back. Sonny moaned when Alexis’ hands moved over his bare back under the jacket and T-shirt as Alexis simultaneously bit his ear.
I'm young, I know, But even so
I know a thing or two - I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot
Love is like a flame It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts
* * *
“Is this come kind of diversion?” Taggert choked out to Mac who was staring straight ahead at the couple on the dance floor. Mac didn’t really hear Taggert though, because he was trying to remember the last time he’d held a woman like Corinthos was holding Alexis. “Mac? I said, is this some kind of an attempt at a diversion?” Mac turned to Taggert and grinned, “I wouldn’t call it an attempt.” There was a collective gasp in the bar and Mac and Taggert turned back in time to see that Sonny and Alexis had begun the deepest kiss that either one had seen let alone experienced in a long time. Taggert was remembering Hannah and Mac was remembering Felicia. Both were also kicking themselves at never asking Alexis out after their respective relationships ended. They, and everyone else in the bar were still for about five seconds remembering past loves, or when they’d had their last beer depending on how drunk they were. The volume then returned to a more fevered pitch than before. “Jesus, I thought crime wasn’t supposed to pay,” Taggert realized he’d said this aloud when he heard Mac actually laugh.
* * *
Luke was wondering if he could get Sonny and Natasha to perform at his club next weekend. They sure were an attention-getter. “I knew that woman had a fire down below no matter how cool she played it up top.” Luke thought. “It’s the cool ones you have to watch out for. This explains her barracuda demeanor in court – Natasha was channeling all that sexual energy from her no doubt lacy briefs into her legal briefs.” While Luke was enjoying the floor show and the fun he was contemplating he would have at Natasha’s expense later, he hadn’t stopped paying attention to what was happening around him and the fact that the crowd was beginning to get a little ugly. Nothing brought out the meanness in a mean man like another mean man getting something he wasn’t getting. Sonny was getting Natasha, and the boys were getting pissed. Luke caught Johnny’s eye and made a movement with his head to indicate the change in mood in the bar. Johnny nodded. It was clear to Luke that there were no flies on Johnny – he’d picked up on the change too. The two started to slowly head to the bar where they could talk without calling attention to themselves.
* * *
The two continued to sway to the music.
Some fools think of happiness, blissfulness, and
togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me
I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts
Although Sonny was mostly in a feeling mode during the kiss, one random thought flashed through his brain “Oh my God, if the previous kiss was an 11, this one is incalculable.”
Alexis wrapped her right leg around Sonny’s left leg during the kiss instinctively. This action moved certain parts of her body even closer to certain parts of Sonny’s body. There were definite advantages Alexis thought to being about the same height as Sonny.
At Alexis’ move with her leg, Sonny suddenly realized that he had a serious problem. He had to stop this kiss. Sonny pulled his mouth away from Alexis suddenly, but still held her closely to his body. Sonny saw the desire raging in her eyes and her full bruised lips fresh from the kiss – as if it hadn’t stopped and were drawing him back. Sonny moaned, pulled her to him, and kissed her cheek just to feel her skin on his mouth again.
Alexis kissed his cheek softly her tongue delicately tasting his skin and asked shyly, “Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Why did you pull away?”
“Sweetheart . . .,” Sonny remembered how Alexis hated being called sweetie and honey as “it diminishes” her, so corrected himself. “Ale . . .
“Roxie,” Alexis interrupted firmly, “My name is Roxie Hart and you are Spike. I repeat, why did you stop?”
“Roxie?” Sonny asked incredulously.
“Roxie,” Alexis answered firmly.
“Well . . . uh . . . Roxie . . . in case you hadn’t noticed, and you apparently hadn’t, we are in a very public place . . .” Sonny stated as matter of fact as he could.
“Yes Son . . .Spike, I noticed, I noticed . . .so?” Alexis asked with quite a bit of Roxie attitude. Despite their serious conversation, the two had not released each other and were basically speaking into each other’s ears as they continued to sway to the music, which was a good thing given the noise level now at Sweeties. Alexis still had her leg wrapped around Sonny.
“Alex. . .Roxie,” Sonny whispered in her ear, “we are fast approaching a place where I am going to have no ability to stop . . . if you get my drift.”
Alexis smiled and whispered in her most seductive voice, “Good. That’s the whole point. I don’t want you to stop.”
Sonny was stunned, amazed, gratified, and somewhat frightened by Alexis’ plainspoken desire. His breathing had stopped and he started to wheeze.
Alexis grinned into Sonny’s neck and said, “Breathe, Sonny, Breathe.”
Sonny needed to take back some control and said, “Don’t you mean Spike?” Sonny felt her grin next to his neck turn into an “O.”
He went on quickly, not wanting to rain on Alexis’ fantasy parade, “In case you hadn’t noticed, and my ego would be destroyed if you hadn’t, a certain part of my anatomy is ready to move this kiss along to the next stage. So while I don’t want to stop, unless you want me to mount you here on the dance floor in front of this rabble, we need to take this to a more intimate location.”
“I noticed, believe me, I noticed. If you were holding a dead woman, she would notice.” Alexis added and went on, “ . . .I just . . .wasn’t thinking about the practicalities of this . . .dance.” Alexis pulled her face back to look at Sonny and at the sight of his male pride beaming on his face, Alexis pursed her lips, pulled her leg back to the ground in front of Sonny and said snidely, “oh God, I can’t believe I actually fed that over-sized male ego of yours.” Alexis shook her head and added, “don’t be so cocky, Spike,” Alexis said ignoring Sonny’s raised eyebrow at her poor but accurate choice of words, “good sex is all about controlling physical desire for the excruciatingly slow, lingering, anticipation that builds up to total and MUTUAL gratification. Hurried and frenzied sex is about immaturity and self-gratification.” Alexis said dismissively. Even during Alexis’ speech, her body was still swaying with Sonny in the same primal dance as before, but she was in her attorney lecture mode with sex as her cause of action.
Sonny just smiled at Alexis’ oratory and moved his hands lightly around her bare back as he moved his lips up her neck to behind her ear. He darted his tongue slowly and gently in an upward motion behind her ear sending all sorts of shivers down to her nether regions. Alexis’ knees buckled with desire as she thought, “I know about ear lobes, but who knew THAT was an erogenous zone.”
Alexis gasped and tightened her grip around Sonny, this time for support, but Sonny had anticipated her fall as he pulled back evilly to see the look on her face. Sonny asked quietly, “do you understand my problem now?”
Alexis had no smart comeback she just said, “We need to leave NOW!”
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts
Ooo-oo, Love hurts Ooo-oo
End of Chapter
Chapter 7
"You’re boss is kinda’ taking a walk on the wild side tonight, even for
him, isn’t he Johnny? I mean . . .damn . . . the diminutive Armani Don is
wearing a black leather jacket? What the hell is that all about," Luke
stumbled on, "and jeans, come on I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sonny in
jeans before," Luke added curiously as he watched the his former two
partners in crime "dance."
"Spike," Johnny corrected without thinking or explanation; he was too
busy watching Ms. Davis dry hump his boss’ leg – much to the obvious enjoyment
of his boss. "Oh to be Sonny’s left leg right about now," Johnny
thought with a shiver of denied pleasure.
"Spike, who the hell is Spike?" Luke asked looking around the bar,
"where the hell is this Spike, God knows we could use some help getting
Natasha out of here," Luke added.
"Sonny is Spike tonight," Johnny explained. He then furrowed his brow
in confusion and went on, "Natasha? Who the hell is Natasha, and why are
we going to help her tonight when Ms. Davis needs our help."
Luke looked at Johnny like he was the village idiot and began to reassess his
earlier determination that Johnny was on the ball. Luke then realized what
Johnny had revealed, "Sonny is Spike tonight, huh, I suppose Natasha is
Buffy. Man this is going to give me ammunition for years to come," he
slapped his hands together with glee. Suddenly, Luke noticed that things had
escalated on the dance floor and Johnny was understandably distracted.
"Man, those two are on fire, jeez, I feel like I need to take a cold
shower," Luke said enviously. Luke added a concerned tone in his voice,
"Man, if I don’t do something soon, the boys in this bar are going to
insist on getting a turn with Natasha." Luke had dismissed Johnny from
consideration.
Johnny said, "We need a diversion."
Luke looked at him, surprised that he was able to think, let alone speak given
the drool rolling down his chin. Luke sighed in relief that the possibility of
help from Johnny was looking up. Assessing the focus of violent, barely
repressed, lust in the room all set on Natasha, Luke said, "This is going
to take one hell of a diversion. I mean how do you compete with . .
.THAT," Luke said as Alexis fell against Sonny. "Damn, they might as
well just be . . ."
Johnny interrupted never taking his eyes off the couple . . . dancing, "We
need a good bar fight."
Luke again turned and nodded with approval at Johnny’s idea and said, "And
I am just the one to start it." Luke left the bar pushing through the bar
patrons yelling, "NATASHA!, NATASHA!" Luke strode toward a very
surprised Sonny and Alexis who were just about to try and leave. "Get your
hands off my woman . . .," Luke shouted pushing Sonny and went on with an
evil glint in his eye, "Spike! Get your own woman, Natasha is mine!!"
Symbolically, the song on the Juke Box had changed to Steppenwolf.
* * *
Catch a motor runnin’
way out on the highway
lookin’ for adventure
and whatever comes a my way . . .
* * *
At the mirrored "deer stuck in headlights" look frozen on Sonny’s and
Alexis’ face at Luke’s apparent witnessing and knowledge of what was going on,
Luke said beneath his breath so only Sonny could hear, "you’re thinking
with the wrong head Corinthos, take a look around, we have to get Natasha out
of here, NOW."
Sonny was still stunned as he asked uselessly, "Why are you calling her
Natasha?"
A more sober bar patron who heard Sonny’s question yelled encouragement,
"Yea, what are you calling her Natasha for, that’s Roxie, asshole!"
Luke turned back to look at the helpful patron and looked back at Sonny and
Alexis and said, "Spike and Roxie??" raising his eyebrows and voice
sardonically.
Alexis felt her worlds colliding and was on the verge of hysteria now that Luke
had seen her not only dressed like this, but obviously acting in a less than professional
manner (unless your profession was hooker), as she turned to Sonny and began
rambling, "See, my name is Natasha, but I call myself Alexis," a
uncontrolled giggle escaped as she looked back at Luke to say, "but
everyone knows me as Roxie!" It was either laugh or cry, at that point in
Alexis’ mind. Alexis broke out into a full hysterical giggle shaking her head
and grabbing her sides.
Sonny looked at her with a confused expression and worried that the next place
they may have to visit that night might be Ferncliff. Luke actually smiled and
said under his breath to Alexis, "you are full of surprises tonight
Natasha, I mean all of this," Luke motioned at Alexis with his finger
following the length of Alexis from head to toe and gesturing toward Sonny,
before adding, "and a Beatles fan . . . let alone the White Album."
Luke raised his voice so that Sonny and the bar could all hear, "you
obviously have . . . depths I need to explore more . . . intimately and needs
that only I can . . .fill. We just have to spend more time together
darlin’." Luke added suggestively, "Come on, . . . Roxie . . . why
don’t you ride . . .me . . . uh . . . my . . .Harley tonight . . ." Luke
moved toward Alexis purposefully who’s laughter had stopped and eyebrows had
raised at Luke’s obvious "come-on."
Sonny automatically moved forward to place himself between Luke and Alexis
without realizing yet that he was finally reacting the way Luke wanted. Sonny
only knew that NO ONE was coming between him and Alexis . . .ever. As that
realization hit Sonny, he wondered to himself, "When the hell did that
happen, I thought tonight was only about sex?" He looked back at Alexis
who said, "ignore him, he’s an idiot, let’s go, I don’t want you to get
hurt." Sonny realized that Alexis hadn’t said anything, but she
communicated all of that to him with one look that Sonny heard! Sonny realized
that was the way it had been between them a lot even before tonight’s walk on
the wild side. He smiled at Alexis and grabbed her hand.
Alexis heard Sonny say, "don’t worry, no one is going to destroy this
night for you, or any other day or night ever, not as long as I am
breathing" and then realized he hadn’t said anything, but he communicated
all of that to her with his eyes and the touch of his hand in hers. Alexis
sucked in her breath as she realized that this fantasy was going to have long
term ramifications to their relationship because somehow they were now . .
.connected in a more powerful way than they had been previously. Alexis
realized that although they had talked lightly about "being
connected," as more than client and friend in the past, after tonight they
were on a whole new level. She also realized with some regret that really she
had never been connected like this to Ned at either her previous level with
Sonny and certainly not at this new level. Alexis acknowledged for the first
time that was why, even while she and Ned were involved, she could tell Sonny
things she could not tell Ned. With some shame, she also admitted to herself
that this was why she often put Sonny and his needs before Ned. On some visceral level, she felt and
understood Sonny’s needs while as much as she cared for Ned, she’d never
experienced that same connection even at their most intimate. Alexis thought that later she would have to
apologize to Ned.
Sonny turned back toward Luke moving back into aggressive protector mode and
tabled the considerations and ramifications of the profound shift in his
relationship with Alexis because he was going to focus on kicking Spencer’s
ass. Steppenwolf continued to blare in the background "Born to be wi .
. . ah ah ah . . . ild . . ."
A chant had broken out in the bar as they finally recognized this dance. It was
the "testosterone tango" that happened every Saturday night at Sweeties,
although usually for different reasons or no reason for that matter.
"Fight, fight, fight . . ." the volume of the chant increasing as
everyone began to join in like they were in the second grade and a bully had
been challenged. Luke said quietly to Sonny as he returned Sonny’s jealous
posturing, "Thank God, you finally get it Sonny. This crowd is about to
explode and I don’t think either one of us want Natasha to be the focus of that
explosion." Luke motioned to Johnny who began to work his way quietly
toward the center of the fracas. "Johnny’s going to get her out of here
while you and I create a diversion and maybe settle some old scores along the
way . . .partner." Luke drawled the word out slowly
At the mention of a threat to Alexis, Sonny finally looked around and realized
the danger and nodded to Luke in agreement before grinning, "that’s former
partner." Mimicking Luke’s drawl.
Both Sonny and Luke were loathe to admit it, but they were looking forward to
this fight to not only save Alexis, but resolve and put aside some of their
past "issues."
Luke yelled loudly. "So when did you fall in love with my WOMAN!"
with an evil grin at Sonny and Alexis’ discomfort.
Sonny snarled back at Luke dramatically, "You will never be MAN enough for
her."
It was unfortunate that no one had shared the danger or the plan with Alexis,
because when Luke raised his fist to strike the first blow against Sonny, she
screamed, "LUKE STOP!" and pushed Sonny out of the way. Luke’s left
hook connected with Alexis’ right eye and she crumbled to the ground.
All around the bar could be heard statements, "Man, that was Luke."
"Jeez, I can’t believe he’s even walking tonight." "Well, I
don’t usually hold with hitting women . . . at least as fine as Roxie, but if
any guy has a right, its Luke after what Roxie did to him." "For a
guy with a small dick and no balls, he’s got some major cajoles if you
know what I mean." "Ah, come on, he mislead Roxie, a woman like that
has needs and a guy with no dick, to speak of, doesn’t deserve her or for that
matter, his miniature balls."
Luke raised his eyes from Alexis flat on her back on the dirty floor, and Sonny
who’d dropped to her side when she fell. Luke looked up at the crowd upon
hearing the crowd discuss HIS attributes or lack thereof. At that last comment
Luke’s surprised and confused expression turned to unreasoning anger. Luke’s
eyes were blazing and ready for a real fight with the men who’d challenged his
manhood and very existence of "Little Luke" and "the boys."
Luke began to move into the crowd with fury in his belly, violence in his
heart, and pretty much nothing in his brain. "What the hell are you
talking about?" Luke asked as he headed toward the man that he’d seen say
the last comment, "I’ll show you some balls little man."
Alexis managed to sit up with Sonny’s panicked help and open her good eye in
time to see Luke knock Mr. Subtle right off his barstool. Alexis grinned as she
put everything together and commented with satisfaction, "I think poor
‘little Luke’ got his feelings hurt." She looked back at Sonny with a big
grin and the beginnings of a huge shiner and Sonny thought she had never looked
more beautiful. He leaned in grabbed her chin and kissed her.
"Boss, lets go, you don’t have time for that," Johnny interrupted the
kiss in a frustrated and hurried panic, "this is it . . . our diversion .
. . we have to get Alexis . . ." at Alexis’ raised eyebrows, Johnny
amended, "uh . . .Roxie out of here." Alexis nodded in satisfaction
as she allowed Sonny and Johnny to help her to her feet.
"Johnny, go help Luke, he’s getting killed," Sonny said as he began
moving Alexis towards the back door of Sweeties. "I’ll get . . ."
Sonny grinned at Alexis with full dimples, who returned the smile in kind
despite her pain, "Roxie out of here."
As Johnny turned and saw the melee he grumbled, "Man, sometimes this job
is just not worth it." He looked back at Sonny trying to repress a grin
and nodded moving toward the battle. It was then that Sonny, Alexis, and Johnny
saw Mac and Taggert trying to fight their way through the . . . fight. It was
also clear that they were heading for Sonny and Alexis.
"Jesus Christ, is my sex life such a rare event that someone is selling
frickin’ tickets? What no Quartermaine's? Where’s Jax? Ned? Kristina? No room
in the car for Dara?" Alexis turned to Sonny ranting with uncontrollable
frustration, "Well I will have plenty of time for sex in the future pal,
because its official, my career is now over. Of course, I won’t be able to have
sex with YOU," Alexis poked Sonny in the chest and went on, "because
you will be here in Port Charles running your . . . territory, while I will be
in Siberia, perhaps the only place in the world that this story will not have
reached, having sex with prisoners in the gulag!"
Appropriately, the Beatles’ "Back in the U.S.S.R." began to blare on
the Juke Box.