Eggs
Posted by DiF on Sunday, August 14, 2011 Under: Easter
Title: Eggs
Characters: Chris Cornell, Alyssa & Judith Morgan
Word Count: 2141
Rating: R [sexual tension, innuendo]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Chris comes over to decorate eggs and cookies with the Morgan sisters and stays the night... Spoilers.
March 30, 1997
Seattle, Washington
Carefully lifting the eggs from the hot water, Alyssa slid them into a bowl of ice water. Judith watched, practically holding her breath. Once the dozen eggs in the bowl had been placed in the refrigerator, the older girl turned to her sister, winked, and motioned to the cookie ingredients on the counter. Grinning widely, the ten-year-old nodded eagerly.
The phone rang, interrupting the girls’ cookie making. As they were the only ones home, Alyssa stepped away from Judith to answer the phone, leaving the young girl pressing cookie cutters into the sugar dough. Hanging up a moment later as no one responded to her greeting, she returned to helping her sister. As they slid the cookie sheet into the oven, the phone rang again. Once more, Alyssa heard nothing.
It continued through their entire baking process, silent phone calls. As Judith turned off the oven, Alyssa answered the phone once more, snapping a greeting.
“Lyssie?”
“Chris? Have you been calling for the past hour but not saying anything?”
He paused, “...no. I haven’t.”
“Ugh. Someone has been. Anyways, what’s up?”
“Are you busy? I’d like... if you...”
She smiled slightly, glancing at her sister, “Why don’t you come over and color eggs with me and Judi?”
Thirty minutes later, the musician sat at the kitchen table with the two girls, dipping eggs into cups of color. When he arrived, Alyssa could tell his soul was weighted down, but within a few minutes with the Morgan girls, a smile crept across his face. They finished the eggs and moved onto decorating the cookies.
Once the decorating was completed, Judith headed to her room to read or play her video games while Chris helped Alyssa clean up the kitchen and wrap up the cookies. As she tucked the dishtowel back into the towel ring, his arms slipped around her, holding her tightly. Alyssa slowly turned in his arms so she could embrace him back. They remained standing in the kitchen for a few minutes, neither speaking.
“Your parents...?”
“Olympia. They’ll be back tomorrow night,” she responded.
“So it’s just you and Judi tonight?”
Alyssa nodded.
“Could I...?”
“Of course you can,” she smiled and kissed his nose. “Let’s go sit in the living room.”
As soon as they sat down, the TV on for background noise, the phone began to ring. Sighing, Alyssa stood back up and retrieved the cordless phone from the kitchen. Again, no one said anything. Sighing with frustration, she sat back down next to Chris, setting the phone on the coffee table and settling back into his arms. Not two minutes later, it rang again. Rolling her eyes, Alyssa pulled away from Chris, answered the silent phone, and hung up again. Three more times she did this, getting increasingly agitated with the ringing phone.
On the next ring, Chris snatched the phone from her hand. Remaining silent, he waited, listening to the other silent person. Paying careful attention, he heard breathing ― and what he could only describe as someone jerking off. His eyes instantly darkened.
“Don’t fucking call here again, fuckhead. This is harassment and I will get the police involved if you call this number once more, you sick fuck,” Chris growled and hung up.
“Chris?” Alyssa muttered as he tossed the phone into the nearby armchair.
“Apparently some sicko gets off on your sweet voice,” he glowered. “If I knew who it was, I would ―”
“I’m glad you’re here,” she snuggled closer and kissed his angry mouth. “So very glad.”
He relaxed slightly, “Me too, Lyssie. Me too.”
After dinner, a game of Clue, and a movie, Judith retreated to her bedroom for the night, hugging Chris before disappearing. He turned into another movie on the television as Alyssa curled up next to him under a soft throw pillow. His eyes dropped to the hand on his chest, a smirk touching his lips upon realizing she wore the hibiscus ring he gifted her on Valentine’s.
Since his return from the Soundgarden tour, Chris had withdrawn from his band and spent as much time with Alyssa as possible, allowing for her schoolwork. He knew her father did not really care for his presence, especially because of his absence when Alyssa really needed him. Yet the young woman needed him just as much at the moment as she had in the hours and days after losing their baby. He understood that. She was strong and rarely let on when she was feeling low, but he could tell. Just as she knew when he had met with his estranged wife. He did not need to tell her that earlier that he met with Susan earlier in the day, attempting to work out their official separation and eventual divorce. His frustration was mounting. Susan should have let him go a year before when he first asked. Living in separate houses was not enough. At least Soundgarden’s contract with Susan ended soon; then she would not be able to throw that in his face whenever they fought.
“Chris?” Alyssa’s soft voice interrupted his darkening thoughts.
His eyes dropped down to meet hers, “You are so beautiful.”
She flushed softly, “I’m getting kinda sleepy and we do need to be up early to get to church with Judi.”
“We’re going to church? On Saturday?”
Alyssa nodded, “That’s what all those cookies are for. Judi volunteered to bake them for the Easter Egg hunt at church. So we need to go drop them off before it starts at ten.”
“I see.”
“Come to bed with me,” she requested as she pulled out of his arms.
Clicking off the TV, Chris nodded. He followed her through the house, checking the door and window locks with her. Though it had been months since any trace of the punk who had been stalking her, Chris knew that was the very reason why she was so cautious at night. He also knew he would never let anyone hurt her, again.
Pausing upstairs, Alyssa checked on her sister before leading Chris into her bedroom. As he had not been in her bedroom since prior to the tour, his eyes instantly noticed the lack of baby items that once piled high in a corner. Struggling to hide his frown, he closed the bedroom door and waited for some sign from her as to what came next.
Mechanically she turned on her bedside lamp, indicating he could turn off the overhead light. As he clicked off the light, she undressed and crawled into her bed, wearing just her panties. Deciding that was a good sign, Chris stripped down to his boxers and slipped into the full-sized bed with her. He kissed her sweetly before reaching to click off the lamp. He wiggled to get comfortable, smiling as she snuggled against his chest.
“Chris?” she whispered.
“Yes, Aly.”
“I think about her all the time,” she admitted.
“Who, my sweet?” his fingers brushed her hair free from her shoulder.
“Our baby.”
He struggled to not sigh, “Lyssie, I should have been here with you. I should have protected you ― and her. I am so very sorry.”
“You had to go on tour. I know your job involves a lot of travel. I don’t expect you to not do it on account of me,” she responded.
“But ―”
Her fingers touched his lips to silence him. A moment later, she kissed him softly. He waited for some signal of the kiss deepening, but instead Alyssa slipped back to resting her head on his shoulder. Trying to find contentment in just holding her as he willed his libido to quiet, Chris instead focused on the sensation of embracing the young woman. He concentrated on every point their skin connected, smiling as he felt sparks flying between their cells.
Which was suddenly tempered by feeling her tears stain his chest.
Chris instantly tightened his arms around her, guiding her mouth to his. He kissed her lips gently, his finger brushing her tears away. There was no need to speak. He knew why she cried and was more than happy to comfort her. His lips continued to shower her with kisses, kissing her tears away. By the time his mouth returned to hers, Alyssa smiled slightly. He kissed her again, his soul lighting when her lips parted.
With their kisses intensifying, Chris gently rolled until Alyssa was on her back. His lips left hers, kissing down her throat and skipping down to kiss and suckle on her breasts. He noticed they were slightly plumper since he last caressed and cupped her breasts, and was slightly surprised. It had been nearly two months since she lost the baby, yet that part of her body remained fuller. He was not complaining.
His hand slid down her body and over her panties. He cupped and rubbed her sex, smiling in his suckling as she moaned softly. Ever so carefully, Chris slipped his hand into her panties. His long fingers began to stroke her wetness, pressing gently into her body. He continued to finger her for a moment, until he needed more. Freeing his hand, Chris licked his fingers before kissing her mouth.
As his hands moved down to remove her pants, Alyssa protested. His hands froze on her hips, not moving at all. His green eyes found hers in the darkness.
“Lyssie?”
“We can’t,” she muttered.
“Why not?”
“I’m not... I’m not on birth control. And we don’t have any condoms,” she responded.
Chris swore under his breath and removed his hands from her hips, “I can go get some.”
“No...”
He sighed and rolled off of her, “Lyssie...”
“We can’t... not now... I’m not ready,” she breathed.
He sighed again, “Okay. I respect that. I respect you.”
Seated at a table with her little sister, Alyssa handed out Easter cookies to the church kids. Chris elected to not join them, citing his discomfort with organized religion. While she herself did not care for church at all, Judith had made so many friends, Alyssa could never turn the younger girl down when it came to church activities. They even arrived early enough to help hide eggs for the hunts before setting up their cookie table.
After a couple of hours of activities, the girls headed home. A quick smile lit Alyssa’s face upon discovering Chris’s car still parked out in front of the Morgan house. It did not even strike her as odd that her parents were home and he remained. She was just excited to see him again.
Judith hurried into the house, eager to share her stories with their parents. She quickly greeted Chris, interrupting his conversation with Howard, before quickly bubbling about the activities. Marilyn tried to calm her daughter down, but Judith would have nothing of it.
Instead, Chris got up from the couch and led Alyssa into the kitchen. He glanced back at her parents, making certain they were not looking, and quickly kissed her. As he pulled back, bright colors caught her eyes and she turned towards the breakfast table. The largest arrangement of tulips she ever seen stood in the center.
“Chris... did you do this?” she breathed.
“Mmmhmmm. Your mom invited me to join you for dinner tomorrow night, so I felt it necessary. There’s... one in your room too.”
Her eyes snapped to his, “I hope it’s not this large.”
He chuckled, “It’s not. Go look.”
With a girlish smile, Alyssa smiled and hurried up the stairs. Chris barely reached the second floor when he heard her happy giggles. Rather than overwhelm her with another bouquet of tulips, he opted for a smaller arrangement. Irises of different colors filled the vase, casting a sweet scent in the room. He grinned as she leaned over and sniffed the flowers before glancing at him.
“They’re beautiful, Chris.”
He stepped over and kissed her softly, “Just as you are.”
“You realize if you’re coming for dinner tomorrow ―”
“Staying until dinner tomorrow,” he corrected.
Though surprised her parents would invite him to stay, Alyssa tried to not react to his statement, “Anyways, you’ll have to cook something too.”
He grinned, “Already taken care of. Everything is taken care of, Lyssie. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
Wondering exactly what he meant, she eyed him warily, “Chris?”
He merely winked, but said nothing. Seeing the gleam in his eyes, she had a feeling she knew what he was not sharing. And wondered if her parents would make him sleep downstairs in the guest bedroom...
Characters: Chris Cornell, Alyssa & Judith Morgan
Word Count: 2141
Rating: R [sexual tension, innuendo]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Chris comes over to decorate eggs and cookies with the Morgan sisters and stays the night... Spoilers.
March 30, 1997
Seattle, Washington
Carefully lifting the eggs from the hot water, Alyssa slid them into a bowl of ice water. Judith watched, practically holding her breath. Once the dozen eggs in the bowl had been placed in the refrigerator, the older girl turned to her sister, winked, and motioned to the cookie ingredients on the counter. Grinning widely, the ten-year-old nodded eagerly.
The phone rang, interrupting the girls’ cookie making. As they were the only ones home, Alyssa stepped away from Judith to answer the phone, leaving the young girl pressing cookie cutters into the sugar dough. Hanging up a moment later as no one responded to her greeting, she returned to helping her sister. As they slid the cookie sheet into the oven, the phone rang again. Once more, Alyssa heard nothing.
It continued through their entire baking process, silent phone calls. As Judith turned off the oven, Alyssa answered the phone once more, snapping a greeting.
“Lyssie?”
“Chris? Have you been calling for the past hour but not saying anything?”
He paused, “...no. I haven’t.”
“Ugh. Someone has been. Anyways, what’s up?”
“Are you busy? I’d like... if you...”
She smiled slightly, glancing at her sister, “Why don’t you come over and color eggs with me and Judi?”
Thirty minutes later, the musician sat at the kitchen table with the two girls, dipping eggs into cups of color. When he arrived, Alyssa could tell his soul was weighted down, but within a few minutes with the Morgan girls, a smile crept across his face. They finished the eggs and moved onto decorating the cookies.
Once the decorating was completed, Judith headed to her room to read or play her video games while Chris helped Alyssa clean up the kitchen and wrap up the cookies. As she tucked the dishtowel back into the towel ring, his arms slipped around her, holding her tightly. Alyssa slowly turned in his arms so she could embrace him back. They remained standing in the kitchen for a few minutes, neither speaking.
“Your parents...?”
“Olympia. They’ll be back tomorrow night,” she responded.
“So it’s just you and Judi tonight?”
Alyssa nodded.
“Could I...?”
“Of course you can,” she smiled and kissed his nose. “Let’s go sit in the living room.”
As soon as they sat down, the TV on for background noise, the phone began to ring. Sighing, Alyssa stood back up and retrieved the cordless phone from the kitchen. Again, no one said anything. Sighing with frustration, she sat back down next to Chris, setting the phone on the coffee table and settling back into his arms. Not two minutes later, it rang again. Rolling her eyes, Alyssa pulled away from Chris, answered the silent phone, and hung up again. Three more times she did this, getting increasingly agitated with the ringing phone.
On the next ring, Chris snatched the phone from her hand. Remaining silent, he waited, listening to the other silent person. Paying careful attention, he heard breathing ― and what he could only describe as someone jerking off. His eyes instantly darkened.
“Don’t fucking call here again, fuckhead. This is harassment and I will get the police involved if you call this number once more, you sick fuck,” Chris growled and hung up.
“Chris?” Alyssa muttered as he tossed the phone into the nearby armchair.
“Apparently some sicko gets off on your sweet voice,” he glowered. “If I knew who it was, I would ―”
“I’m glad you’re here,” she snuggled closer and kissed his angry mouth. “So very glad.”
He relaxed slightly, “Me too, Lyssie. Me too.”
After dinner, a game of Clue, and a movie, Judith retreated to her bedroom for the night, hugging Chris before disappearing. He turned into another movie on the television as Alyssa curled up next to him under a soft throw pillow. His eyes dropped to the hand on his chest, a smirk touching his lips upon realizing she wore the hibiscus ring he gifted her on Valentine’s.
Since his return from the Soundgarden tour, Chris had withdrawn from his band and spent as much time with Alyssa as possible, allowing for her schoolwork. He knew her father did not really care for his presence, especially because of his absence when Alyssa really needed him. Yet the young woman needed him just as much at the moment as she had in the hours and days after losing their baby. He understood that. She was strong and rarely let on when she was feeling low, but he could tell. Just as she knew when he had met with his estranged wife. He did not need to tell her that earlier that he met with Susan earlier in the day, attempting to work out their official separation and eventual divorce. His frustration was mounting. Susan should have let him go a year before when he first asked. Living in separate houses was not enough. At least Soundgarden’s contract with Susan ended soon; then she would not be able to throw that in his face whenever they fought.
“Chris?” Alyssa’s soft voice interrupted his darkening thoughts.
His eyes dropped down to meet hers, “You are so beautiful.”
She flushed softly, “I’m getting kinda sleepy and we do need to be up early to get to church with Judi.”
“We’re going to church? On Saturday?”
Alyssa nodded, “That’s what all those cookies are for. Judi volunteered to bake them for the Easter Egg hunt at church. So we need to go drop them off before it starts at ten.”
“I see.”
“Come to bed with me,” she requested as she pulled out of his arms.
Clicking off the TV, Chris nodded. He followed her through the house, checking the door and window locks with her. Though it had been months since any trace of the punk who had been stalking her, Chris knew that was the very reason why she was so cautious at night. He also knew he would never let anyone hurt her, again.
Pausing upstairs, Alyssa checked on her sister before leading Chris into her bedroom. As he had not been in her bedroom since prior to the tour, his eyes instantly noticed the lack of baby items that once piled high in a corner. Struggling to hide his frown, he closed the bedroom door and waited for some sign from her as to what came next.
Mechanically she turned on her bedside lamp, indicating he could turn off the overhead light. As he clicked off the light, she undressed and crawled into her bed, wearing just her panties. Deciding that was a good sign, Chris stripped down to his boxers and slipped into the full-sized bed with her. He kissed her sweetly before reaching to click off the lamp. He wiggled to get comfortable, smiling as she snuggled against his chest.
“Chris?” she whispered.
“Yes, Aly.”
“I think about her all the time,” she admitted.
“Who, my sweet?” his fingers brushed her hair free from her shoulder.
“Our baby.”
He struggled to not sigh, “Lyssie, I should have been here with you. I should have protected you ― and her. I am so very sorry.”
“You had to go on tour. I know your job involves a lot of travel. I don’t expect you to not do it on account of me,” she responded.
“But ―”
Her fingers touched his lips to silence him. A moment later, she kissed him softly. He waited for some signal of the kiss deepening, but instead Alyssa slipped back to resting her head on his shoulder. Trying to find contentment in just holding her as he willed his libido to quiet, Chris instead focused on the sensation of embracing the young woman. He concentrated on every point their skin connected, smiling as he felt sparks flying between their cells.
Which was suddenly tempered by feeling her tears stain his chest.
Chris instantly tightened his arms around her, guiding her mouth to his. He kissed her lips gently, his finger brushing her tears away. There was no need to speak. He knew why she cried and was more than happy to comfort her. His lips continued to shower her with kisses, kissing her tears away. By the time his mouth returned to hers, Alyssa smiled slightly. He kissed her again, his soul lighting when her lips parted.
With their kisses intensifying, Chris gently rolled until Alyssa was on her back. His lips left hers, kissing down her throat and skipping down to kiss and suckle on her breasts. He noticed they were slightly plumper since he last caressed and cupped her breasts, and was slightly surprised. It had been nearly two months since she lost the baby, yet that part of her body remained fuller. He was not complaining.
His hand slid down her body and over her panties. He cupped and rubbed her sex, smiling in his suckling as she moaned softly. Ever so carefully, Chris slipped his hand into her panties. His long fingers began to stroke her wetness, pressing gently into her body. He continued to finger her for a moment, until he needed more. Freeing his hand, Chris licked his fingers before kissing her mouth.
As his hands moved down to remove her pants, Alyssa protested. His hands froze on her hips, not moving at all. His green eyes found hers in the darkness.
“Lyssie?”
“We can’t,” she muttered.
“Why not?”
“I’m not... I’m not on birth control. And we don’t have any condoms,” she responded.
Chris swore under his breath and removed his hands from her hips, “I can go get some.”
“No...”
He sighed and rolled off of her, “Lyssie...”
“We can’t... not now... I’m not ready,” she breathed.
He sighed again, “Okay. I respect that. I respect you.”
Seated at a table with her little sister, Alyssa handed out Easter cookies to the church kids. Chris elected to not join them, citing his discomfort with organized religion. While she herself did not care for church at all, Judith had made so many friends, Alyssa could never turn the younger girl down when it came to church activities. They even arrived early enough to help hide eggs for the hunts before setting up their cookie table.
After a couple of hours of activities, the girls headed home. A quick smile lit Alyssa’s face upon discovering Chris’s car still parked out in front of the Morgan house. It did not even strike her as odd that her parents were home and he remained. She was just excited to see him again.
Judith hurried into the house, eager to share her stories with their parents. She quickly greeted Chris, interrupting his conversation with Howard, before quickly bubbling about the activities. Marilyn tried to calm her daughter down, but Judith would have nothing of it.
Instead, Chris got up from the couch and led Alyssa into the kitchen. He glanced back at her parents, making certain they were not looking, and quickly kissed her. As he pulled back, bright colors caught her eyes and she turned towards the breakfast table. The largest arrangement of tulips she ever seen stood in the center.
“Chris... did you do this?” she breathed.
“Mmmhmmm. Your mom invited me to join you for dinner tomorrow night, so I felt it necessary. There’s... one in your room too.”
Her eyes snapped to his, “I hope it’s not this large.”
He chuckled, “It’s not. Go look.”
With a girlish smile, Alyssa smiled and hurried up the stairs. Chris barely reached the second floor when he heard her happy giggles. Rather than overwhelm her with another bouquet of tulips, he opted for a smaller arrangement. Irises of different colors filled the vase, casting a sweet scent in the room. He grinned as she leaned over and sniffed the flowers before glancing at him.
“They’re beautiful, Chris.”
He stepped over and kissed her softly, “Just as you are.”
“You realize if you’re coming for dinner tomorrow ―”
“Staying until dinner tomorrow,” he corrected.
Though surprised her parents would invite him to stay, Alyssa tried to not react to his statement, “Anyways, you’ll have to cook something too.”
He grinned, “Already taken care of. Everything is taken care of, Lyssie. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
Wondering exactly what he meant, she eyed him warily, “Chris?”
He merely winked, but said nothing. Seeing the gleam in his eyes, she had a feeling she knew what he was not sharing. And wondered if her parents would make him sleep downstairs in the guest bedroom...
In : Easter
Tags: easter 1997
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