Night Moves

““You know, she’s just lashing out at the safest target.”

Marcus trailed his fingers gently down the softness of Alexis’ back as she sighed, nestling closer to his solid frame. Hours after Kristina’s display at the dinner, Nikolas had insisted both Kristina and Molly spend the next few days at Wyndemere for some much needed ‘wedding’ preparation. Initially resistant, Alexis had relented, after Kristina stormed from the room in a huff in a fit of teenage ire. Perhaps a few days under the careful eye and tutelage of her elder cousins would do some good for Kristina.

Marcus, while adoring his girls and the time they spent as a family, had only issued Nikolas a grateful look as he and Alexis boarded the launch back to the mainland. The last few weeks had stored up more than enough tension in their home, both he and Alexis needed a night off from everything else but each other.

“I just thought that once the trial was over, she’d stop being so flaming angry all the time.” Alexis traced small, circular paths along the planes of Marcus’s chest and stomach, his chocolate skin smooth and firm against the pads of her fingers. “I know she loves him,” she began, her voice trailing off.

Ahh, yes. Sonny Corinthos. The shadow that never seemed to stop darkening their family’s doorway. Father to Kristina in name only as far as he was concerned. So tied up in the drama of his own life, he had spent years putting Kristina last. Now, it was all coming home to roost, no matter how much the mobster attempted to atone to his daughter. Kristina’s pain was a well too deep for Sonny to reach.

“She’ll get right with it one day,” Marcus assured her, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. “I did with Deke. You learn to live with the dark and the light. The man I knew was real, but the man Sonny knew was real too. When she sees a man who loves her but isn’t the father she needs, she’ll let the anger go.”

Alexis propped herself up on her elbow and gave him a smile full of wonder and love. “I knew I married you for a reason.” She leaned forward, her hand cupping the side of his face as they shared a long, tender kiss. Like lightning, he’d turned her onto her back, and began to rain gentle kisses along her collarbone. “Just one?” he murmured, his fingers moving along the curve of her hip. Her reply came in the form of a throaty laugh, her thighs parting ever so slightly. “My mistake,” she acknowledge as he began to tease first the nipple on her left breast, then over to the one on the right. She sucked in her breath as his hand moved gently up and down her inner thigh. “You know who else hasn’t gotten over the trial?”

Marcus nodded, before placing a kiss between her breasts. “Dara won’t talk about it.”

“You know with Kristina being standoffish with her, things got a bit weird between us. Faith says to give her time, but I’m starting to think time away is doing a disservice to our friendship.”

To others, it might appear strange to talk out problems while in the midst of lovemaking, but for whatever reason, it worked for Marcus and Alexis. Returning home from the night’s festivities, they had opened a bottle of Merlot, secured the house, dimmed the lights, lit some candles and began talking. In between their hushed conversations, their passion for each other burned, their bodies swayed in unison. Tonight was not for unbridled hunger or ferocious crashing together, tonight was for a slower urgency, a need to be Marcus and Alexis.

“You know about how she and Jerry hooked up that night?” Marcus moved himself up and eased himself on top of his wife. She nodded, but then shook her head. “I know it’s not about that. She and Jerry have a good relationship, if you want to call it that.” She bit her lower lip, her brown orbs still uncertain.

“But…” Marcus prompted her. Alexis gave her head a slight shake, “She’s unsettled. It’s like she can’t shake something. Sabrina notices it, so does Faith.”

“Hey,” Marcus chided her gently. “You know Dara keeps things closer to her chest. She’ll tell you when she’s ready.” His eyes darkened to a near midnight shade as his hand once more drifted south. Alexis nodded, her hands pulling his mouth to hers, her breath hitching as he inserted two fingers within her warmth, his thumb moving leisurely against her sensitive nub. She let out a moan, her teeth biting gently down on his lower lip.

“I’ll try her again tomorrow. Maybe all the ladies can have lunch together this week,” she suggested as she began to move her hips in time to Marcus’s manipulations. “Good idea,” Marcus replied, his voice taking on a hint of a growl. “Now that that’s been decided, let’s focus back on us, Counsellor.”

Alexis opened her eyes, her vision starry already. “Alright Detective, what do you have in mind?” Her voice was a strangled whisper as he removed his fingers and stilled her whimper by entering her fully and completely. He let out a hiss as he began to thrust into her, each one met by her rocking hips. He knew full well they weren’t done talking and that was fine by him.

There would be plenty of time to discuss Ronan Cassadine and why a man he had seemingly never met before that night seemed so strikingly familiar to Marcus. They would have that conversation later.

Right now was the purposeful interlude.

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