"Come on Alexis, it will
be fun," Kristina was trying to pull Alexis up off the couch where she was
buried in contracts and law books.
Alexis resisted and just peered up over her glasses at Kristina and said,
"Are you nuts? Scratch that. Let me just say that apparently when I told
you that I was okay with you going out with Ned, you misunderstood what
"okay" means." Alexis moved her contracts to the side and stood
up and moved her face inches from her sister. "Okay means that you should
by all means pursue whatever relationship you want with Ned. While its a little
"weird," I am over Ned and the two of you dating will not cause me to
be carried screaming to Ferncliff. Okay does not mean that I want to join the
two of you on your Valentine's date as a third-wheel at best, and as a pathetic
loser without a date, at worst. Is that clear enough for you?"
Kristina looked sheepish as she said, "I get it. I just don't think you
should be sitting home alone on Valentine's Day." Kristina bopped away and
suddenly looked back at Alexis excited and said, "Look, don't go out with
Ned and I, fine. But why don't you live a little dangerously. Get dressed up
and go out to a bar and meet some men. Or better yet . . ." Kristina went
on with an evil glimmer in her eye, "call the person you really want to
spend Valentine's Day with and tell him you have an emergency and you need him
right away." Kristina began to giggle, "tell him you are covered in
chocolate and you need someone to lick it off right away!" As Alexis
looked aghast at her sister and turned to walk toward the kitchen, Kristina
scooted in front of her and said, "and the person we both know you want to
spend Valentine's Day with is . . ."
Alexis screamed and put her hands over her ears and began to sing loudly,
"LA, LA, LA, LA, I can't hear what your saying Kristina . . . LA, LA, LA.
. ." as she shut her eyes and, turning in circles to avoid Kristina, moved
towards the front door of her penthouse. Because her eyes were closed and she
was making so much noise, Alexis did not see or hear Sonny Corinthos forcefully
push her front door open, stride into her penthouse, put his hands on his hips,
and yell, "Are you okay, what the hell is going on?"
Before Sonny got his answer, Alexis ran right into him hitting him in the head
with her left elbow, which was raised over her head to cover her ears. Alexis
realized something was wrong too late to avoid either the pain or the loss of
her balance. Alexis and Sonny both yelled, "Owwwww!" as Alexis fell.
Alexis opened her eyes, realized she was sitting on the floor . . . "No
wait," Alexis thought the dread beginning to grow, "this is not the
floor." Alexis looked up and saw the look of amazement on Kristina's face
and could tell Kristina was about to start laughing.
Alexis questioned her sister with as much dignity as she could muster,
"Kristina, who am I sitting on?"
"That would be me Alexis," Sonny said lightly grabbing both her upper
arms and turning her around so she could see him before adding, "Man, your
elbow should be a registered weapon." Sonny released Alexis' right arm as
he rubbed his head for effect. At the look of horror on Alexis' face, Sonny's
look changed to one of concern, "Are you okay Alexis?"
"Uh, yes, I mean no, my elbow hurts," Alexis furrowed her brows as
she rubbed her elbow and retorted, "Listen, your head is also pretty
dangerous. Can you break an elbow, I think my elbow is broken." As Alexis
moved her head in an attempt to examine her elbow, Sonny also moved his head
closer to check on Alexis' elbow. "OW!" they both yelled
simultaneously again as their foreheads knocked together this time.
Kristina could no longer restrain herself and burst out laughing. Sonny and
Alexis ignored her.
Alexis yelled, "What are you doing, trying to kill me Sonny?" as she
moved her hand up to rub her forehead.
Sonny responded somewhat earnestly, "Hey, Alexis, your the one who has hit
me in the same spot on my head twice now!!" He too, raised his right hand
up to rub his forehead. The two suddenly looked at each other and became
concerned about the other's respective injuries. Both said simultaneously,
"Are you okay?" and as each moved their hands over to the other's
forehead and moved their heads to look more closely, they once again banged
heads. "OWWWWW!"
Sonny grabbed Alexis by the upper arms and yelled at Alexis, "Don't move
again. My head can't take it."
"Your head can't take it?" Alexis snarled, "My head and my elbow
can't take it." Although Alexis now faced toward Sonny with her legs
draped off to the side across his lap, neither moved from this position as they
continued to argue with each other over who was at fault.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and as Alexis and Sonny stopped arguing
and looked up towards the door, Kristina headed to the door still laughing and
gingerly stepped over Sonny and Alexis as she said, "While I hate to leave
this great floor show, my date's here." As Kristina opened the door enough
for her to get out but for Ned not to see in and started to walk out, she
turned around and said sweetly, "If ever two people needed their heads
knocked together on Valentine's Day, it would be you two." Kristina shut the
door behind her leaving Sonny looking confused, and Alexis still on his lap
looking distressed.
Ned asked Kristina, "What the hell was going on in there?"
Kristina said with a smile as she hit the elevator button, "Well, I hope
it was finally some foreplay."
Chapter Two
"What the hell did your sister mean by that?" Sonny asked Alexis.
"You're asking me? I just met her a few months ago and have not yet
received my Kristina to English dictionary." Alexis quipped to hide her
embarrassment. She also suddenly realized that she had been sitting on Sonny's
lap for longer than she should and began to squirm to get ready to stand. It
was going to be difficult to rise because the suit skirt she wore was
especially narrow. As she began to move her hands toward her skirt to keep it
from riding up, Sonny interrupted her actions.
"Alexis, don't move. I am serious, you hit me in the head one more time
and I won't be responsible for my actions." Sonny said sternly as he
firmly held her in place.
"Are you threatening me?" Alexis asked in disbelief and stopped all
of her attempts to move. Before Sonny could answer Alexis went on, “As your
attorney I can advise you that given your reputation in this community,
statements like that are likely to get you in serious legal trouble." At
Sonny's raised eyebrows, Alexis shook her finger at Sonny and went on ". .
. don't look innocent at me, you know what I am talking about. You're
connected, la cosa nostra, I've seen the Soprano's, Hell, you're viewed as the Godfather
of Port Charles. You can't make idle threats, because with you they're not or
might not be, well, idle. All I am saying . . ." Alexis was stopped in mid-sentence
by Sonny's mouth on her lips as Sonny released her arms and placed his hands on
both sides of her face to pull her towards him.
Sonny started the kiss with the intent of cracking a joke about the Mafia
"kiss of death" or at least that's what he thought he intended. As
the kiss deepened almost immediately, he realized that beginning a kiss with
Alexis while she was in mid-speech with her mouth open, on his lap, might not
have been the wisest thing to do . . . especially with the way he'd been
looking a little too closely lately when Alexis crossed her legs or walked away
from him. "Man, when Alexis wore one of those button downed suits, like
this one, with the long slits that revealed those incredible legs. . ."
Sonny was distracted from his thoughts and moaned as Alexis' shock apparently
lessened and she began to assertively participate in the kiss. "God, what
was she doing with her tongue?" Sonny thought, "That ought to be
illegal." Even as Sonny hurriedly and clumsily removed Alexis' jacket and
pulled her blouse out of the confines of that oh so tight skirt, Sonny would
not take his lips off Alexis for fear that she would come to her senses and
that was now not what he wanted. As Sonny began to lean back with the intent of
pulling Alexis down to a fully horizontal position on the floor, he suddenly
felt a sharp pain, and then everything went black.
* * *
From somewhere far away, Sonny began to hear a worried voice shouting,
"Oh, my God I've killed him. He finally kissed me and as a reward I knock
him out cold!!" Even in this condition, Sonny recognized Alexis' voice and
touch as she raised his head and placed it on her lap. He enjoyed the feeling
of her touch and concern for him for about a nano second when he was rudely
awakened with what felt like a gallon of water on his face. He immediately sat
up and began sputtering, "What are you trying to do now, drown me?"
As Sonny sat up and faced Alexis, their two positions almost exactly reversed
from just before . . . he saw the table just behind Alexis and realized that
was what had knocked him out . . . during their kiss. He shook his head in
disbelief remembering that kiss. Sonny realized that as kisses went, it was
about an "11."
Unaware of what Sonny was thinking about, but noting the shock on his face,
Alexis very logically responded, "Sonny, you were unconscious for what
seemed like minutes. I tried to wake you. I did everything I could think of but
you were not responding to more gentle methods of waking you," Alexis
shrugged, "I was concerned, it seemed like shocking you awake with water
was the best thing to do." Alexis watched several emotions play across
Sonny's usually less revealing expression before it settled into a smoky stare
right at her lips. Nervous and a little embarrassed by the intensity of his
gaze, Alexis looked down at her skirt. Alexis blanched at the realization that
the new stain on it was Sonny's blood.
Sonny had checked out midway through Alexis' explanation at the thought of the
"more gentle methods" that Alexis might have employed to wake him up
and licked his lips and smiled before resting his eyes on her amazing mouth.
"Alexis what is wrong? Are you okay?" Sonny moved closer to Alexis
when he saw that all of the color had left Alexis' previously quite flushed
face.
"YOU'RE BLEEDING," Alexis yelled at Sonny as if accusing him of a
crime and struggled to stand in her "too tight" skirt once again.
"I have to call an ambulance. Don't move. I think that's right. When
someone is injured, you are not supposed to move the body." Alexis knew
that she was hysterical but couldn't seem to stop. "My GOD! You moved!
Don't move! Oh no, I moved you before? What if I caused some irreparable
damage? Why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?" Alexis would not let
Sonny interrupt or respond to her tirade, which, was in part due to her fear of
Sonny's head injury, but was really more about preventing any discussion about
that earth-shattering, mind-blowing kiss. Alexis was not being egotistical in
her assessment that Sonny too had been just as affected as she had been. Alexis
knew she didn't have the best self-image in the world, but even she could tell
that Sonny had been as into the kiss as she had been. Some things men just
can't hide. In any event, Alexis was not ready to talk about the kiss with
Sonny yet and a part of her thought that if she kept talking, she could avoid
the inevitable. "You could have a concussion or worse. I will kill you if
you've hurt yourself." Alexis ranted at Sonny and rose to her feet, this
time twisting to face the wall trying to avoid coming into physical and visual
contact with Sonny who had tried to reach out to help her rise. Alexis finally
had her back to Sonny and was rewarded for her efforts by a loud tearing sound.
"Honey, if you're trying to avoid a continuation of that kiss, you might
want to keep your clothes on." Sonny drawled slowly as he took in the
incredible view Alexis had given him of her entire backside.
Alexis was frozen, literally. By the way the breeze was hitting her ass, Alexis
could tell that the slit in the back of her skirt finally ripped right up to
the waistband under all of the pressure.
Alexis knew exactly how the skirt felt.
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Chapter Three
Alexis was conflicted. On the one hand every instinct told her to
turn away and back out of the room so that Sonny could no longer see her
completely exposed. "But turning
away so that Sonny can’t see my . . .uh . . .assets, means that I will be
facing him and that would be much worse," Alexis reasoned, "not to mention that it would be so juvenile
and undignified," Alexis rolled her eyes, "Like I have been acting
around Sonny ever since that damn dream.
No, this time I am going to behave in the most natural and dignified way
I can under the circumstances. My skirt
is ripped and needs to be repaired.
What does one do when that happens?
One removes the skirt and takes it to a tailor." Alexis grit her
teeth and proceeded to calmly reach to the side of her skirt where it was
fastened, undid the button and zipper and then calmly shimmied out of the
skirt, reaching down to pick it up off the floor and walking around Sonny to
place it on her desk.
Sonny sat on the floor with a
big grin on his face trying not to laugh when Alexis’ skirt split. He loved to made double-entendre comments to
her when she was already flustered; nothing was more fun than teasing Alexis –
well not until that kiss. This time
he’d made his typical comment, only to have Alexis calmly follow through and
remove her skirt revealing even more of herself to him. Any additional comments were stifled by
Sonny's gulp as he took in the sight of Alexis. He knew she had great legs, "but who knew they when up so
far and my God, she’s wearing a black garter and stockings," Sonny tried
to stifle the moan that started to emanate from his very being as his eyes
followed her path to her desk, "She’s killing me." Sonny could not believe that all of this
time under the clothes of this conservative, buttoned-down, tailored woman, she
wore this amazing erotic lingerie – he had previously viewed Alexis as more
neurotic that erotic. He knew now that
he had been wrong. "Thank God I
didn’t know she was wearing this stuff underneath those power suits. We never
would have gotten any work done. Oh
God, how am going to keep my mind on work in the future now that I know what is
happening under her clothes. Now what
am I going to do?" Sonny wiped his
brow, then remembered all of the "Eddie’s Angel" hullabaloo from over
a year ago and wondered why these thoughts did not hit him then. "Note to self: find that "Eddie’s Angel" picture
as soon as possible." Sonny also thought as his eyes moved up Alexis.
"Eddie, you were an idiot to let this angel go."
"Do you want me to call
an ambulance or should I just get a doctor to come here and look at your head?"
Alexis said with authority as she finally built up enough courage to face
Sonny. As she turned around, she saw
Sonny shaking his head and looking at her in amazement. Sonny made no response to her question but
just kept looking at her. All her hard
won dignity began to dissipate under that look. "Sonny? Hello?"
she suddenly became concerned again that his head injury might be serious and
started to approach him with concern on her face, "Sonny, can you hear me?
Is it your head? Are you in pain? Is it a dull or sharp pain? Is it
throbbing?"
"Something’s throbbing
all right, but it’s not my head." Sonny mumbled quietly, but Alexis, used
to his mumbles heard him and stopped cold.
Sonny took the opportunity to slowly move his eyes over a front view of
Alexis; it was even more enticing than the back. Sonny licked his lips in appreciation and he admitted to himself,
anticipation. He finally moved his
focus to Alexis’ eyes and could swear that they had darkened with desire under
his gaze. He also noted that her
breathing became more irregular and heavy.
Out of reflex, Sonny almost said, "breathe" but the word died
in his throat as her mouth fell slightly open as if for a kiss before she bit
her lower lip. He was the one who
needed to breathe. Sonny shook his head
again and looked at Alexis in absolute amazement as he realized she also wanted
him.
Suddenly Alexis’ look of
desire became one of curiosity and doubt, "What’s with that look? You look
like you just saw Taggert out clog dancing with Mac or something." Alexis folded her arms in front of her
waiting for a response. This action
also caused her blouse that had been covering some of her nether regions, to
rise up even further. Sonny almost
growled with desire.
"What is going on?"
Alexis demanded.
Sonny blurted out without
thinking, "Its just that I never thought of you as a Woman with a capital
"W" before . . ." Sonny tried to clarify as he saw Alexis
stiffen, "I mean you’re my best friend and my lawyer, you’re not supposed
to be sexual . . ." Before Sonny could go on to say anymore – like the
fact that the kiss had been a revelation, she looked beautiful, and he wanted
her more right then than he’d ever wanted anyone else – Alexis lost it.
"I’m not supposed to be
sexual???? What the hell does that mean? I’ll have you know I am very
sexual. Sure the last year has been a
little sparse in the sex department for me. But I have sexual needs you know,
despite all evidence to the contrary." Alexis was shaking her finger at
Sonny and throwing her arms in the air as she spoke. Alexis was on a roll and would not allow Sonny to interrupt.
"In fact, I will have you know that SEX is something at which I
excel. Ask Ned, even after I ran out on
him, I think he’d give me a great sexual reference even today." Sonny started to say, "I have no
doubt . . ." but Alexis, pacing
back and forth before Sonny gesturing wildly, blazed on. "Let me also tell you that after you
humiliate a prospective groom by running out during the ceremony, men are a
little leery of starting a relationship with you. This town is a little small and everyone knows what I did. Besides, if I am not as sexually active as I
used to be, all right, or at all, it is also your fault."
Alexis was so into her rant
she didn’t notice Sonny raise his eyebrows and start to say, "I’m willing
to do my part to make amends."
Alexis stopped her pacing and
stood over Sonny who was still sitting on the floor with a bemused look on his
face. Alexis placed her hands on her
hips and yelled, "I don’t have any time to have actual sex because I spend
every moment of my time either with you or thinking about you . . . that is
your problems . . ." Alexis thought she’d covered well but went on
quickly. "Which are many. But my sister is right. It’s Valentines Day and I deserve to have
sex. Well that’s not exactly what she
said, but the fact is that I not only deserve to have sex, I want sex, I need
sex, and I am going to have sex . . .tonight.
. . with some total stranger.
Don’t look so surprised. I could
find someone who’d view me as ‘sexual’ like that," Alexis snapped her
fingers and mimicked his prior words which he was now regretting. "In fact, I am going to take my
sister’s advice. I am going to go
upstairs and . . ." Alexis struggled to formulate her plan in her head
before the words came out of her mouth, "borrow the shortest denim skirt
my sister has, and given that I’m a good three inches taller than she is, you
know it will be even shorter on me, grab her tightest t-shirt, and . . . her black
leather jacket and black boots. I am .
. . going to go to . . ." Alexis’ mind was having difficulty keeping up
with her mouth, "go to...the toughest biker bar I can find and . . ."
Alexis plan now became more focused, "pick up the best looking, bad-boy, Neanderthal,
jean-wearing, leather-jacked, no-IQ, unemployed, Harley-driving biker named . .
. ‘Spike.’" Alexis began to head toward her penthouse stairs as she went
on. "I am going to have sex with
him that is so wild . . . he will think that I am too much of a "bad
girl" for him! Huh!!"
Alexis added sweetly to Sonny
over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs, "I have to get ready now to
go have sex." Alexis shouted the next part from the hallway upstairs,
"The days of this penthouse nunnery are officially over. Don’t let the
door hit you in the ass on the way out Mobster Boy!"
"Mobster Boy?" Sonny
said aloud to no one as he sat on the floor completely stunned still shaking
his head at what had happened in the last half hour between him and
Alexis. Sonny then began to grin. He rose placing his hands on this thighs
slightly bent over as a slow chuckle began to build. He straightened and his laugh became a little more evil as he
walked towards the front door and placed his hand on the knob and looked up the
empty staircase, full dimpled grin in place, and said, "Sounds like a good
plan to me, Alexis."
He walked out the front door
of PH2 heading to PH4 and said to Johnny.
"I don’t care how you do it, but I need a black leather biker
jacket and a Harley motorcycle within 15 minutes."
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Chapter 4
"Not sexual,"
Alexis grumbled, "Bite me!" Alexis said loudly using Kristina’s
favorite expression as she pawed through Kristina’s clothes. "Spike will think I’m sexual. He may be mythical at this point, but he
will be real by the end of this night."
Alexis found Kristina’s denim skirt and pulled it off the hanger. The head of steam she had up began to fade
as she sat down on Kristina’s bed. "Who am I kidding? I am talking like a sexual predator. I may want and need sex, which damn-it, I AM
good it, but this is so not me."
She looked at the denim skirt in her hands and went to Kristina’s full-length
mirror to hold the small skirt up, but got a glimpse of herself first. "OH MY GOD! I forgot I was wearing the black garter today." At first
Alexis was mortified that Sonny had seen her wearing it, then she began to get
angry. "He thinks I’m not a sexual
Woman with a capital "W" even when I am wearing my lucky black garter
and black stockings." Alexis’ fury
and purpose mounted as she immediately began to struggle to pull up Kristina’s short,
tight denim skirt. "Well Mobster
Boy might not find me sexual, but Spike will." Alexis raised her silk shirt up out of the way so she could see
how the skirt looked turning and muttering continually about Spike. Alexis noted with satisfaction that
Kristina’s skirt was so short that when she moved right, the garter and
stockings showed. Alexis removed her
shirt and noted that she was not wearing the most exciting bra in the world, as
she had to wear a white one because of the sheer nature of her white silk
blouse.
"Well this won’t do at
all for Spike," she said turning and heading into her room for the lucky
black garters’ matching push-up bra. As
she found it in her lingerie drawer, Alexis said with satisfaction, "Spike
is going to think I am a total tramp!"
Alexis ignored the rational
part of her brain telling her that "Spike" did not really exist; she
also ignored the fact that the face she had placed on Spike’s mythical body was
"Mobster Boy’s."
"Shut-up," Alexis said aloud to that small voice in her head
and added with glee, "besides, Spike is definitely taller than Mobster
Boy." Alexis headed back to
Kristina’s room to look for the skimpiest low cut shirt she could find.
* * *
Johnny had grinned at Sonny’s
back as Sonny walked to PH4 after Sonny had ordered him to find a black leather
biker jacket and a Harley. As Sonny
turned back to Johnny and caught him standing there grinning, Sonny said,
"Hey, step on it we don’t have much time.
I also want someone on Alexis."
At Johnny’s raised eyebrows and stifled laugh, Sonny actually blushed
and said, ". . . uh, to follow Alexis if she leaves . . . before I do. I
don’t want Alexis to see them or for them to make ANY contact, just report to
me where she goes." At Johnny’s
immobility, Sonny barked, "Johnny, step on it." Johnny was trying not to laugh as he said,
"You got it, Spi . . . uh Sonny."
Sonny slammed the door shut in Johnny’s face who broke up laughing as
soon as the door shut. "I cannot
believe I almost called him Spike."
Given the volume of Alexis’ tirade, Johnny had heard all the specifics
of Alexis’ declaration of sexual independence and had even toyed with the idea
of offering his services. Johnny shook
the idea out of his head after seeing Sonny’s grin as he left PH2 and upon
Sonny’s orders. Johnny got on the
elevator and pulled out his cell phone trying to stop laughing as he headed out
to help Sonny transform himself into "Spike."
* * *
Alexis was applying the last
of her make up, a shiny lip gloss in a take-no-prisoners red, after using
Kristina’s spritz and curling iron to make her hair look sexy and tousled, like
she just got off a motorcycle or out of bed.
"Big hair is the height of fashion in a biker bar. Spike will love it." Alexis reassured
herself. By this time Alexis had on
Kristina’s black boots, which fit remarkably well, as well as a little black
half-shirt that not only showed the cleavage created by nature and her lucky
push-up bra but her midriff, which Alexis never showed. Alexis tugged on the shirt to try to cover
more of her midriff but stopped once she realized that doing so made her
décolletage illegal in about forty-five of the fifty states. "Whoa, I want to get to the bar to meet
Spike, not be attacked on the street," Alexis said with a certain amount
of pride in her voice. After ignoring
the voice in her head screaming, "Are you insane, you cannot go out in
public like this!" Alexis declared in a loud voice, "I look hot. Spike is going to love me." Alexis turned confidently and grabbed
Kristina’s black leather jacket and stopped cold realizing she had no idea
where to find a biker bar. She turned
back and looked at herself in the mirror, "Well Jakes is out of the
question. I might be in thrill-seeker
mode tonight, but I’m not on a mission of professional suicide. Hmm, I need a
biker bar that is far enough outside Port Charles so that I don’t run into
anyone I know, but not so far that I am going to waste a lot of time
driving." Alexis threw her arms up in the air, "okay now I know what
I need, but have no idea how to find it.
I mean I can’t look in the yellow pages under "biker bars where no
one knows Alexis Davis." Who do I
know that would know of the perfect biker bar?" Alexis smiled and went and grabbed Kristina’s phone and
dialed. "Luke’s," a familiar
and undesirable voice answered. Alexis
sighed heavily and said, "Damn it, I heard you were out of town. I was
looking for Roy."
"Natasha! Long time, no torment. What a warm phone
manner you’ve developed, too. Honey,
did you miss me when I was out of town?
What say you and I get together tonight and reenact the Spencer and
Cassadine feud naked!"
* * *
Sonny yelled, "Come in, Johnny, you better have good news for
me." Johnny walked in to find
Sonny in a pair of stonewashed jeans that Johnny didn’t even know he owned,
bare-chested ironing a white T-Shirt.
Johnny was so shocked he said without thinking, "Uh, I don’t think
Spike would iron his T-shirts, Sonny."
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