All Dessert
Posted by DiF on Thursday, August 2, 2012 Under: Birthday
Title: All Dessert
Characters: Chris Cornell and Alyssa Morgan
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Word Count: 727
Summary: Chris thinks he's spending his birthday alone...
July 20, 1998
Seattle, Washington
Sitting on his uppermost deck, Chris slowly smoked a cigarette, watching the boats slide across the bay. Even though it was his birthday, he did not expect anything special to happen. He and Susan were still married, but legally separated. Though he hoped she would give him the divorce on his birthday, he certainly did not expect it. Alyssa and he were… strained. He did not know any better way to describe it. So his birthday was expected to be… he sighed.
Flicking the last of his ashes over the edge of the deck, he deposited the butt in the ashtray and headed into the house. He shuffled through his bedroom and then down the stairs. Chris made his way to the fridge, pulled it open, and stared into it. Without Alyssa’s constant presence, his stock had dwindled down into a bachelor’s fridge. And he… hated it. Reaching for a beer, he shook his head and decided that things needed to change, immediately.
But that would wait until after he finished his beer.
Sitting on the couch, he propped his feet up on the coffee table and sucked on the bottle. As he neared the end of it, he itched to reach for the phone and call Alyssa. Before he touched it, it rang. Without pause, Chris snatched it up.
“Hello?” he grumbled.
“Oh good, you’re home.”
A grin instantly lit up his face, “Lyssie…”
“You’re not planning to go anywhere, are you?”
“No…”
“Good. I’ll be there soon.”
“…okay…”
He slowly finished off the beer, wondering what Alyssa had in mind. How could he have doubted her? She never let him down.
As the last drops of beer touched his tongue, the garage door opened. In walked the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Her arms were full with brown paper bags, obscuring his view of her perfectly luscious body. While he was wondering what she was wearing, Alyssa breezed pass him and into the kitchen. His eyes turned and he followed her into the kitchen.
His breath caught somewhere in his throat. She wore a long tight, black, spaghetti-strapped tank dress underneath a completely shear, black sheath dress. After setting down the grocery bags, she stepped to the side and removed her strappy platforms, tossing them out of the way. As his eyes finally traveled up her body to hers, Chris managed to calm himself enough to smile.
“Lyssie,” he muttered, stepping forward, “I wasn’t expecting you.”
She shook her head, smiling, “I wasn’t about to leave you alone on your birthday.”
His eyes brightened, “You remembered.”
“Of course I did,” she turned to the paper bags and began to unpack them. “Why else would I get a cake?”
He helped her put the groceries away, stealing a couple of kisses whenever she would allow it. Eventually, Alyssa pushed him away, sending him to turn on music. While Chris messed with setting the mood, she quickly prepared one of his favorite meals. He returned to the kitchen just as she slid it into the oven.
Without hesitation, Chris picked her up and set her down on the counter. Before she could protest, his mouth found hers, kissing her deeply. Her arms slowly snaked around his neck as her tongue wrestled with his. Smiling, he ended the kiss, pecking her lips quickly.
“I am so glad you’re here. I thought… we… Lyssie…”
“Shhhh. Don’t worry about all of that now,” she kissed him again. “Just enjoy tonight.”
A few moments later, her skirt was bunched up around her waist and his pants pooled around his ankles. He thrusted hard and passionately into her as he fingers dug into his shoulders. She gasped and moaned, her legs gripping him tightly. His body tensed quickly and he was unable to maintain his cool, especially when she flexed her muscles around him. With a grunt followed by a deep kiss, Chris thrust deeply into Alyssa.
She kissed him sweetly for a moment before the kitchen timer went off, “Chris… dinner…”
“Right…” he hesitated and kissed her, ignoring the beeping timer.
“Let’s eat dinner then you can have all of your dessert,” she pushed him away and jumped down from the counter.
“All of my dessert?” he asked as he fastened his pants.
Alyssa merely winked at him and nodded, “All of your dessert.”
Characters: Chris Cornell and Alyssa Morgan
Rating: NC-17 (sex)
Word Count: 727
Summary: Chris thinks he's spending his birthday alone...
July 20, 1998
Seattle, Washington
Sitting on his uppermost deck, Chris slowly smoked a cigarette, watching the boats slide across the bay. Even though it was his birthday, he did not expect anything special to happen. He and Susan were still married, but legally separated. Though he hoped she would give him the divorce on his birthday, he certainly did not expect it. Alyssa and he were… strained. He did not know any better way to describe it. So his birthday was expected to be… he sighed.
Flicking the last of his ashes over the edge of the deck, he deposited the butt in the ashtray and headed into the house. He shuffled through his bedroom and then down the stairs. Chris made his way to the fridge, pulled it open, and stared into it. Without Alyssa’s constant presence, his stock had dwindled down into a bachelor’s fridge. And he… hated it. Reaching for a beer, he shook his head and decided that things needed to change, immediately.
But that would wait until after he finished his beer.
Sitting on the couch, he propped his feet up on the coffee table and sucked on the bottle. As he neared the end of it, he itched to reach for the phone and call Alyssa. Before he touched it, it rang. Without pause, Chris snatched it up.
“Hello?” he grumbled.
“Oh good, you’re home.”
A grin instantly lit up his face, “Lyssie…”
“You’re not planning to go anywhere, are you?”
“No…”
“Good. I’ll be there soon.”
“…okay…”
He slowly finished off the beer, wondering what Alyssa had in mind. How could he have doubted her? She never let him down.
As the last drops of beer touched his tongue, the garage door opened. In walked the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Her arms were full with brown paper bags, obscuring his view of her perfectly luscious body. While he was wondering what she was wearing, Alyssa breezed pass him and into the kitchen. His eyes turned and he followed her into the kitchen.
His breath caught somewhere in his throat. She wore a long tight, black, spaghetti-strapped tank dress underneath a completely shear, black sheath dress. After setting down the grocery bags, she stepped to the side and removed her strappy platforms, tossing them out of the way. As his eyes finally traveled up her body to hers, Chris managed to calm himself enough to smile.
“Lyssie,” he muttered, stepping forward, “I wasn’t expecting you.”
She shook her head, smiling, “I wasn’t about to leave you alone on your birthday.”
His eyes brightened, “You remembered.”
“Of course I did,” she turned to the paper bags and began to unpack them. “Why else would I get a cake?”
He helped her put the groceries away, stealing a couple of kisses whenever she would allow it. Eventually, Alyssa pushed him away, sending him to turn on music. While Chris messed with setting the mood, she quickly prepared one of his favorite meals. He returned to the kitchen just as she slid it into the oven.
Without hesitation, Chris picked her up and set her down on the counter. Before she could protest, his mouth found hers, kissing her deeply. Her arms slowly snaked around his neck as her tongue wrestled with his. Smiling, he ended the kiss, pecking her lips quickly.
“I am so glad you’re here. I thought… we… Lyssie…”
“Shhhh. Don’t worry about all of that now,” she kissed him again. “Just enjoy tonight.”
A few moments later, her skirt was bunched up around her waist and his pants pooled around his ankles. He thrusted hard and passionately into her as he fingers dug into his shoulders. She gasped and moaned, her legs gripping him tightly. His body tensed quickly and he was unable to maintain his cool, especially when she flexed her muscles around him. With a grunt followed by a deep kiss, Chris thrust deeply into Alyssa.
She kissed him sweetly for a moment before the kitchen timer went off, “Chris… dinner…”
“Right…” he hesitated and kissed her, ignoring the beeping timer.
“Let’s eat dinner then you can have all of your dessert,” she pushed him away and jumped down from the counter.
“All of my dessert?” he asked as he fastened his pants.
Alyssa merely winked at him and nodded, “All of your dessert.”
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