CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN

THE PENTHOUSE:

Sonny(sat watching Carly wolfing down the sandwich he made her like she didn’t have a care in the world)Don’t you have a conscience? You just killed someone. How can you eat like that?

Carly: I’m hungry. And no, I don’t have a conscience. But you’ve always known that. It’s one of the things about me that turns you on. You’re the one with the conscience in this relationship, not me. AJ was like a big, black cloud that was hanging over our heads, so I removed it. He’s gone, and it’s suddenly all bright and sunny again. By the way, to save time, you might want to start removing your clothes now. After I finish my sandwich, you’re the next appetite I’m intending to satisfy.

Sonny: You want to have sex, next?

Carly: (she nodded her head in response). Yes, I do. I’d also like for you to do a little striptease for me like those strippers used to do for you when you owned the Paradise Lounge.

Sonny: You’re incredible.

Carly: Yes, I am. I also love to look at you walking around the penthouse without any clothes on. I find that very arousing.

Sonny: I’m not doing a striptease for you.

Carly: Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’ll be more fun for me if I strip you, myself. (she wiped her hands on her blouse and walked towards him)You know you want me. You always want me. Just like I always want you. If your conscience is bothering you, just tell it were giving AJ a good, old-fashioned Irish wake.

Sonny(was already beginning to lower his mouth to hers)Neither one of us are Irish.

Carly(ripped open his shirt and ran her hands all over his chest)I won’t tell, if you won’t.

Sonny: What am I going to do with you? (he asked before his mouth devoured hers in a hungry kiss)

Carly(sighed in return as Sonny trailed kissed down her arched neck)Just what you’re doing. Don’t ever stop.

WYNDEMERE:

Stefan(rushed back to Spoon Island all the while fearing when he got there it might be too late. But when he entered he found Bobbie sleeping in his chair by the fireplace. The fire burning in the hearth made the nightgown Bobbie was wearing seem transparent and the raging hunger he constantly felt for her rose up inside of him once more and needed to be satisfied, immediately. Stefan didn’t like the feelings Bobbie could arouse in him without even trying. She wasn’t the usual type he went for. Blonde like perfection like Helena was. Bobbie was passion and fire, and for that reason at times his feelings for Bobbie sometimes scared him, but he was powerless to fight the power Bobbie was beginning to have over him. Worse yet, deep down he didn’t want to fight it. Without giving Bobbie a chance to wake-up he scooped her up in his arms and laid her down in front of the fireplace. They he made quick work of removing his clothes and hers. By the time he came to her Bobbie was wide awake and she was just as eager for him as he was for her.)

THE PENTHOUSE:

Carly(snuggled on top of Sonny’s chest)Feeling better about things?

Sonny: You’re corrupting me. Which is kind of funny, since I’m the one usually accused of being the corrupter. (he noticed a shiver go through her)Are you getting cold.

Carly: I’m fine. I like laying here with you like this completely exposed to the world and to each other.

Sonny: If anyone were to see us laying on our living room floor naked as the day we were born with not even a sheet to conceal ourselves from prying eyes they’d just say it’s further proof of how totally immoral we are. And after what we did, tonight, they might be right.

Carly: So what if were two totally wanton immoral monsters. If they leave us alone to wallow in our immorality together, they won’t have anything to worry about from us. It’s only when they try to mess with us the way AJ did, that they’ll have something to worry about.

Sonny: You’re not the least bit ashamed of killing him, are you?

Carly(sat up)No more ashamed than I am sitting in front of my husband naked as the day I was born watching him leer at me in that lascivious way he’s doing right this minute. No more ashamed than he is of being in the same state and letting me do the same to him.

Sonny(sat up)What about Michael? Aren’t you worried some times about how he’ll turn out being raised by two immoral individuals like you and I? And what if he finds out some day that you killed his father and I helped you cover it up.

Carly: AJ wasn’t Michael’s father. It takes more than being drunk and impregnating someone to be their father. You’re Michael’s real father. There’s no reason for him to ever know anything different than that. That’s why I want you to adopt Michael and give him your last name. I want you to make him Michael Corinthos the third. Will you do it?

Sonny: You know I’d love nothing more than to adopt Michael, but the Quartermaines will never allow it. And the Q’s will also make sure Michael never forgets that AJ’s his father.

Carly: It’s too bad we can’t go somewhere and start fresh where no one knows us. Then Michael would never have to know that you’re not his biological father.

Sonny: Carly, you know that’s not possible. If I were to do that, the mob would come looking for me and kill me.

Carly: I know, but I still want you to adopt Michael. Will you do it?

Sonny: If that’s what you want, of course I will.

Carly(leaned over and kissed him)Good, and as soon as you do, then Michael can finally start calling you daddy.

STEFAN BEDROOM, WYNDEMERE:

Stefan(carried Bobbie up to his bed after he finished making love to her in front of the fireplace)I’m surprised you didn’t try to fight me when you woke-up and found me about to make love to you. Are you finally ready to admit you’re right where you want to be.

Bobbie: Stefan, I didn’t have time to react. I was asleep one minute, and about to made love to in the next.

Stefan: Barbara, I didn’t imagine the look of joy you had in your eyes when you awoke and found me about to make love to you. Nor did I imagine how you pulled me into your arms and kissed me passionately, either. What’s the matter, Barbara? Did you miss me while I was gone?

Bobbie; Just where did you go, anyway. You checked yourself out of the hospital and just disappeared. And I’m sure you’re not up to all this strenuous activity, either.

Stefan: That was a very smooth way not to answer my question. And I think I just proved I’m quite fit. I did enough resting while I was waiting for a kidney to be found. Now I’ve got more energy than I know what to do with.

Bobbie: You still didn’t answer my question. Why did you leave town the way you did.

Stefan: My mother has successfully framed Jax for being the Sex Toy Stalker. Alexis and I rushed to London to warn him that he might be in danger from her, but we were too late. I believe my mother has killed Jax, and made it look like he disappeared so she can continue her killing spree in Port Charles.

Bobbie: And you rushed back here because you were worried about me. You were afraid she might have gone after me while you were out of the country and when you found that I was all right you couldn’t resist making love to me right on the spot, even though I was asleep at the time. Why, Stefan, if I didn’t know better, I’d actually think you had more feelings for me than that of your concubine.

Stefan: And if your reaction to my return is anything to go by, I’d say you had more feelings for me than you claim to have.

Bobbie: Did you stop by Laura’s to warn her she might be in danger, as well?

Stefan: No, all I could think of was getting home to you and making sure that you were safe.

Bobbie: You put me before Laura? What’s going on here, Stefan. You turned me into your courtesan to punish me. You’re not supposed to care for me.

Stefan: Who says that I do?

Bobbie: Your actions do. Your actions speak louder than your words. How can that be. All we have is sex between us.

Stefan: Yes, that’s true. All we have is sex between us. But maybe sex is all there really is for people like you and me. Maybe were finally accepting what we are and finally becoming comfortable in our own skins. Maybe what were feeling for each other is the knowledge that were finally with our own kind and we can be ourselves and not try to be something were not. Isn’t that what our daughter has found with Sonny Corinthos. She’s found someone just like herself. Her soul mate, if you will.

Bobbie: Are you saying we’re soul mates, too? That I’m your soul mate and your mine?

Stefan: (turned his back to her)Good night, Barbara.

THE SPENCER HOUSE:

Helena(looked down at a dead Laura laying at her feet)It’s taken me years to accomplish this, but it’s been worth the wait. When I heard Stefan was rushing back here, I was sure he’d come directly to you to protect you. I thought there was no way I could get to you before he got here to play you Knight-In-Shining-Armor so I could finally give you what you richly deserved. But to my shock, you’re not the one he rushed home to. It was Bobbie Spencer he rushed to protect. I wonder what that means? I guess that like with all men, you lost your charm for him at long last. Good night, Lasha. Give my regards to my beloved Stavros. He’s been waiting a long time for you to come and join him in hell. I‘m just glad I was the one who was able to send you there. (Then she leaned down to Laura and wrapped her cold hand around one of Jax’s monogrammed cuff-links to further implicate him in the crimes. Her work done, she left the way she’d come wearing a very satisfied smile on her face.)