Title: Rescue Me
Fandom: Chris Cornell
Characters: Chris Cornell, Alyssa, Howard, Marilyn, and Judith Morgan
Word Count: 5784
Rating: NC-17, sexual relations
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Chris starts out the Thanksgiving holiday in a not so nice place. Luckily nineteen year old Alyssa is in town visiting family and can save him.

Happy Thanksgiving! 



Sitting at the empty table, he sighed. Any other day, it wouldn’t have bothered him all that much to be sitting in a dank bar alone. But it was a fucking holiday. One of those special days one was supposed to spend with loved ones or family, which weren’t always the same thing. However he was sitting in the back of a somber bar, nursing a beer he didn’t actually want, trying to convince himself to do something. He supposed he could go and check into a hotel, as he clearly couldn’t go home to his wife who had kicked him out earlier that morning in one of her very heated rants. He really had no idea what it was about, thought they had a very nice night of lovemaking, even if it had been makeup sex from their fight the night before. Apparently however he had wronged her so cosmically that it came back to bit him in the ass. He could barely get clothed quickly enough to get out of the house like she screeched. Wandering down the dreary streets that matched his dark mood, Chris pulled his motorcycle up at a bar a few miles away and headed in, wiping the rain from his brow. That was five hours and fifteen beers ago. Some way to spend Thanksgiving.

While he probably could have called up his mother and gone to her house, Chris hadn’t thought that a good idea, considering his family, his siblings, looked poorly upon him. Though it had been years since Susan dropped Inflatable Soule, focusing her attention and business on Soundgarden, they still blamed him, still held a grudge. It didn’t matter that he had nothing to do with it, even argued that she should stick with his siblings’ band not his. He was persona non grata in his own mother’s house. It wasn’t fair and it was his entire excuse for sitting in a bar, alone, on a fucking holiday. Spending the night drinking actually was not his idea of a good time at all, especially alone. He needed to do something else, anything else.

With some difficulty the drunken man wiggled his way out of the booth. Years of drinking gave him a pretty good handle on his booze, but he hadn’t eaten at all that day, a day that should have been filled with all kinds of food. He needed to get out of there, spend some time with someone who didn’t shit on him. Someone who... was like Alyssa. But she was in California, right? Never mind, he would call her and make arrangements to fly down and see her. He wrenched his mobile phone out of his leather jacket, causing his wallet to fall onto the sticky wooden floor. Bending over, reaching for it, Chris slammed his forehead on the edge of the table. Stumbling backwards, he fell on his ass, one hand closed over his wallet, the other holding his head. Once the spinning lessened and he was certain he wasn’t going to gush blood, Chris dug some bills out of his wallet. Rather than get up though, he dialed Alyssa’s number from his position on the floor, offering the bills up to his server who pulled him to his feet before accepting the money.

The phone rang five times. Chris was ever certain her voicemail was going to pick up, ruin his Thanksgiving further. But just as he was giving up hope, a breathless voice muttered a greeting. For a moment he was confused, certain someone else answered or something else nefarious was going on. But that was quickly chased away.

“Chris? Chris, is that you?”

“Heeeeey, Lyssssss,” he replied.

“Oh god, Chris. Are you drunk?”

“Nooo. I’m f... f... okay.”

She fell silent, or at least was to his ears. For a moment he thought she hung up on him, abandoned him too.

“Where are you? I’m coming to get you?” she asked.

Chris laughed a drunken laugh, “You can’t, silly. I’m in S-s-seattle. You’re....”

“In Seattle too. Where are you, Chris?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hand your phone to the next employee who walks by.”



Luckily when drunken Chris had called her, they had finished with their Thanksgiving meal and were drifting to other activities. Her nearly twelve year old sister had been the one to notice her phone was ringing and quickly encouraged Alyssa to go help out Chris. Not yet boy crazy herself, Judith certainly had the flair for the romantic and pressed Alyssa for tales of love every time they spoke or saw each other. Alyssa truly believed her little sister saw something between her and Chris that no one else did. And so she had convinced their father to let Alyssa go and take care of him, not that he could have stopped the young woman had he tried. It was just always better to function with Howard’s blessing than without.

So while her sister played another round of Monopoly with their parents, Alyssa backed out of the driveway. She had not promised to be home at any particular time, even threw a bag of clothes into her backseat, and had every reason to believe taking care of Chris would not be as simple as just picking him up from the bar. Nothing with Chris was ever that simple.

The November rain was splattering against her windshield in buckets, making it difficult to read the streets signs as she neared them. The bar Chris was at was probably closer to her family’s home in West Seattle than his own home, but regardless she didn’t know exactly where it was, just that it was near Alki Point. The waitress had given her directions but Alyssa wasn’t quite sure if she should trust them and hadn’t thought to look it up in the phone book before leaving. Not only did she not live in Seattle, as she was attending UCLA, but she really wasn’t old enough to be bar-hopping. And she was fairly certain Chris had never taken her there when she was really underage, but perhaps she was wrong.

Passing a small stucco building with a blue tarp as a roof, Alyssa barely missed seeing the small sign that read “Alki Tavern.” Pulling over immediately, she parked her small black Neon in the first available spot, pulled her sweater close, and got out of the car. Splashing in the puddles, she hurried up to the door, took a breath, and stepped in. Remaining in the doorway for a long moment for her eyes to adjust, Alyssa looked around the dive bar. It wasn’t familiar at all, but the back of a man slumped at the bar was. Without pause she headed over to the bar, her hand lightly touching his back.

Chris’s head snapped up at her gentle touch. His bleary, drunken eyes swirled around her face before meeting her eyes. Smiling she looped his arm around her shoulders, intending to help him off the barstool and out to her car.

“My..... b.....ike...” he muttered.

Without a word, Alyssa patted his pockets and found the keys to his motorcycle. Briefly conversing with the bartender and receiving his assurances that he would move the Harley before he went home to protect it until Alyssa came back for it, she tucked the keys into her purse and turned her attention once more to Chris. Leaning the majority of his weight on the co-ed, Chris stumbled out of the bar and back out into the rain. He grimaced some, though he tried to hide it from her. Sloshing through the puddles, Alyssa leaned him against her car as she struggled to get the door open.

Once Chris was settled in the passenger seat, Alyssa tilted his head upwards to look into his sea-blue eyes. While she wanted to ask him so many questions, she hesitated. That would come later, once they were settled wherever to get him sobered up. Instead she leaned down and kissed his mouth ever so gently. Alyssa pulled away and closed the door before his arms could snake around her. Climbing in behind the wheel, she looked over at him, their eyes fully connecting.

“Chris...” she muttered. “We’re going to... have to go some place. I can’t take you home with me and I’m guessing since you’re here, I can’t take you home either. And I’m not about to drive up to your cabin in this weather with you as drunk as you are. I... I suppose a hotel?”

“You.... g-g-gonna leave me?”

“No, of course not,” Alyssa responded, before turning her attention to getting back out on the road. “We’ll... go to a hotel.”

Not wanting to take Chris to a hotel as shoddy as the bar she just rescued him from, Alyssa headed back towards town. While Chris could likely afford anything she pulled up at, she was not interested in an upscale hotel like the Fairmont either. It needed to be some place cozy, but nice. Before she knew it she was driving down Alaskan Way and that decided everything. They would go to the Edgewater.

“Stay here,” she instructed as she pulled up at the hotel. “I’ll go see if they have any rooms available.”

Just to be certain he didn’t stumble off after her or something or someone else, Alyssa locked the car’s doors before heading to the lobby. Wiping wet locks of hair from her face, she glanced around before heading up to the desk. A bored looking blond who did not cease drumming her pen on the desk looked to Alyssa. She smirked, almost as if she did not believe the drowned rat in front of her would be able to afford the hotel.

“I would like a room please,” Alyssa said calmly, her eyes memorizing the girl’s name so she could speak with the manager in the morning.

The girl looked her over, still smirking, “We don’t have anything for you.”

“Really? The hotel looks pretty empty,” she commented, glancing around. “I would prefer a water view suite.”

The desk girl barely blinked, “I told you, we don’t have anything for you.”

Pulling Chris’s wallet out of the pocket of her sweatshirt, Alyssa opened it. Relief touched her thoughts at seeing enough cash to pay for the room upfront before dealing with the snotty girl in the morning. Confidently she counted out two hundred dollars and placed it on the counter, her eyes meeting the older woman’s. The blond blinked but quickly recovered.

“We don’t let whores rent our—”

“I am sure that my boyfriend will appreciate you insinuating such. Not that it is any of your business but I am a dean’s list student at UCLA, that would be in Los Angeles, California. My father is a rather prominent lawyer here in Seattle. And my boyfriend has a bit of clout as well. If you wish to continue insulting me and refusing us a room, then I shall take my business elsewhere and the press will here about this hotel’s hospitality,” Alyssa declared, gathering up the money and sliding it back into Chris’s billfold.

Rather than let the girl change her mind, Alyssa turned and left the lobby. Digging her keys out of her pocket, she heard the girl call after her, but it no longer mattered. She was taking their business elsewhere. And apparently that was going to mean Fairmont.

After unlocking the car and getting back in, she looked over at Chris. His cheek was pressed to his shoulder, his eyes closed. Lovingly reaching over, she caressed his face and sighed. He didn’t stir at all, which in her mind was not a bad thing at all. His being unconscious would aid her search for a new hotel. Driving out from under the shelter, Alyssa randomly decided to turn right down the street. The streets were mostly deserted, only a random lonely car splashing by hers. Not seeing anything promising, she made another random turn, heading towards downtown Seattle. Each block had a bit more life, but as it was early Thursday evening, not long after most would have finished their Thanksgiving meals, it was still sparse. She hoped a hotel would call for her soon, she was tired of driving in the rain.

Finally seeing a hotel that looked promising, decent but not overly fancy, Alyssa pulled up to the front door. As before, she left Chris silently behind, locking him in the car. Immediately greeted upon entering the hotel, she instantly felt better about the establishment. The front desk girl was courteous and quickly booked them into a suite near the top floor, accepting Chris’s credit card for the payment. Key cards in hand, Alyssa returned to the car and unlocked both passenger side doors. After slinging her bag over her shoulder, she pressed the keys into the valet’s hand and turned to help Chris out of the car.

Opening his door, Alyssa leaned down and kissed his forehead gently as she reached across to unbuckle his seatbelt. He stirred as she leaned into him some, drunkenly murmuring. Standing back up, her eyes met his and she brushed her lips over his, tasting the flavor of his beers still lingering.

“Come on, baby,” she breathed. “We’re going to go upstairs now.”

His brief rest apparently helped him sober some for Chris was able to stand without wobbling too much, though Alyssa slipped her arm around his waist anyways. He stumbled only once upon entering the hotel lobby, something she undercut with a mumble about watching where the rug was. Without incident they made it to the elevator and headed up to their room. He leaned a little more against Alyssa as the lift lurched upwards, but still maintained his own balance, even with the elevator halted at their floor.

Her arm slipped out from behind him as they reached their room. Alyssa inserted the card into the lock and pushed the door open, holding it for Chris to stumble in. Silently he obeyed and headed into the room as she dropped her bag and flicked on a light before locking the door behind them. Turning towards him, Alyssa watched as he collapsed face down onto the plush bed. Without being asked, she made her way into the bedroom and sat on the edge. Curling his leg up to make it easier for her, Alyssa unlaced his big boots and removed them, one at a time, tossing them near the wall with a thud. Kicking off her own shoes, she crawled up the bed next to him and kissed the corner of his closed right eye, which immediately fluttered open.

“Hey,” he muttered.

“Hi, baby,” she replied, fingertips dancing across his forehead. “Maybe we should take your pants off? Feel more comfortable that way?”

“Isthatreallywhyyouwantmypantsoff?” he slurred.

“Yes,” Alyssa replied in a no-nonsense tone.

Chris rolled awkwardly over, away from Alyssa. With a slight chuckle, she pushed up and quickly straddled him, her fingers dropping to the button of his jeans. Dilated eyes watched as she slowly unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. Keeping a business-like demeanor, Alyssa pivoted off of his legs, nudged his hips up, and stripped his jeans off. Rather than toss them casually on the floor, she got off the bed, folded the jeans, and set them on a nearby chair. Instructing Chris to move up in the bed so his long legs weren’t dangling off the end, she turned off the lights before removing her own pants. While she really had no desire to go to bed before eight in the evening, she also knew Chris well enough to know he would prefer it greatly if she was beside him, drunk or not.

Slipping into the bed beside him, aware he hadn’t bothered to get under the blankets, Alyssa’s arm snaked across his chest, her cheek pressed to his shoulder. It was a bit surreal to be laying in a hotel bed with Chris on Thanksgiving. For a year they had barely talked, something she attributed to her moving to California for school and dating other men. In the past few months, rarely more than two days passed before one of them called the other. It felt ever so right to be with him, even if he was drunk; it always felt right to be with him.

“Lyssa,” he spoke after a few long, quiet minutes, “she kicked me out this morning.”

Her fingers reached across his body, interweaving with his, “You should have called me then. Not after... how many beers did you drink, Chris?”

“As many as there are years between us,” he responded.

Alyssa considered it for a moment, “You drank sixteen beers?”

He tensed, “No. Yes. I don’t know. I lost count after ten.”

She sighed, “You should have called me sooner, baby. Much sooner.”

“Lyssa, why doesn’t.... why doesn’t my own wife love me? Why doesn’t my family love me? Why doesn’t—”

“I love you, Chris. I always have,” she interrupted.

A moment later she felt his body tremble with sobs. Her heart instantly shattered at the mere thought of him crying. But he was. She knew it was something opened by his massive beer consumption, ending an hour before, but it hurt nonetheless. Something had to be done. With little consideration, Alyssa slipped over his body, until she was laying directly upon him. Her lips went to his, gently connecting with his mouth. But she did not linger there. Instead both of her hands surrounded his face and her lips danced in small kisses all over his face, her tongue darting briefly out to catch his tears. His arms circled around her waist as her mouth returned to his. Slowly their kiss deepened, his sobs silenced.

Pulling out of the kiss, her eyes met his in the near darkness, the light of the city slipping between the curtains, “Chris, have you eaten today? Or has it just been beer?”

“I... no. She kicked me out and I went straight to that bar, I think.”

“You need to eat,” she declared, pulling away from him. “I’m going to get you food.”

“In just a shirt?”

Alyssa chuckled softly, “No. I’m going to call my mom and ask her to bring us what was leftover from our meal today.”

“Lyss, I don’t think—”

“Nonsense, Chris. You’re not eating hotel restaurant food on Thanksgiving. You’re just not.”

Within the hour, Chris had not only emptied his body of the liquor that still sloshed in his stomach, but both had dressed once more, expecting Alyssa’s family to be by at any moment. Promising to allow Judith to swim in the hotel’s pool in exchange for the food, Alyssa lounged on the couch, Chris’s head in her lap. He fiddled nervously with the hem of her shirt, rolling the cotton fabric over and over. Neither spoke, merely because Alyssa was certain Chris would not speak to her, would not tell her what he and Susan fought over. In any event, it didn’t matter. She would see that he ate and rested. Perhaps in the morning they could reconnect like both spoke of so many times on the phone. When he sobered up completely the rules would be much different.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts and Alyssa slowly extracted herself from underneath Chris. Quickly kissing his forehead, noticing a rather large knot forming, she headed to answer the door. Surprise lit her eyes upon seeing not only Marilyn and Judith, but her father as well. The girls each carried a large tinfoil-covered plate and quickly headed to the small suite kitchenette. Howard entered the hotel suite as well, causing Chris to sit up a bit more quickly than he would have liked, his hands going to the sides of his spinning head.

“Daddy, I didn’t expect you to...” Alyssa muttered.

Howard’s eyes went to his nineteen year old daughter, “Judith asked me to come swim with her. And besides, there’s a few things I would like to say to Chris.”

Her eyes instantly pleaded for him to remain silent, but instead the lawyer headed over to the musician, who slowly got to his feet. The two men shook hands, Chris nodding slowly as her father spoke softly. Not even considering staying away, Alyssa slipped next to Chris, her hand grasping his. Not a single motion nor emotional reaction to his daughter was unnoticed by the lawyer.

“You are lucky to have her,” Howard stated, glancing at Alyssa. “But I know I don’t need to tell you that. Just as we all know that I cannot say anything about whom she spends her time with. Alyssa is very important to me, something I know that you know already, something we have discussed before. I could not disallow her to come to you today, but I also believe that you need my daughter more than I do. I may have missed her these months she has been in California, had expected to spend her holiday here with her, but I do not believe for a moment it was a poor decision on her part to leave her family for you. Do not prove me wrong.”

Chris nodded silently, clenching Alyssa’s hand a bit tighter.

“DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!” Judith ran out of the bathroom. “TIME TO GO SWIMMING!”

“Okay,” he smiled at the younger girl. “We’ll go swimming. Coming, Mari?”

“I’ll meet you down there in a few,” she declared, looking up from her task of rearranging food on the plates before sticking them back in the microwave.

The two left Chris and Alyssa standing awkwardly in the center of the room, he wavering slightly on his feet. As soon as her father and sister departed, Alyssa tugged Chris back down onto the couch. His hand never released hers. She knew there was more to his exchange with her father than either would admit to and struggled to push it from her mind.

“Your father loves you very much, Aly,” Marilyn stated, popping open the microwave, “but he trusts your judgment as well. You were needed here.”

“He doesn’t like it though,” she commented, watching as her stepmother approached with the plate.

“It’s your life. You have always made your own decisions as long as I’ve known you, Aly,” she proclaimed, holding out the plate. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Only then did Chris release Alyssa’s hand and accepted the plate, “Thank you.”

“He may never admit it,” Marilyn sat in the nearby armchair, “but he still feels like he owes you quite a bit for what you did for Alyssa two years ago, Chris.”

His eyes snapped to the older woman’s, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Howard is very protective of Alyssa with good reason,” she stated, “and you saved her when he could not. He will always hold you up for that.”

“With all due respect, Mrs. Morgan,” Chris began and abruptly halted.

Without a word, Alyssa snatched the plate from his hands before Chris stumbled towards the bathroom. Her eyes remained focused on his form as he hunched over the toilet again, her body tense, wanting to go to him. Seeing this, Marilyn stood and removed the meal from the young woman’s hand. With a soft word of encouragement, she covered it with foil once more and set it on the counter.

“Take care of him, Alyssa. He loves you as much as you love him. Take care of him,” she commented and kissed her stepdaughter’s cheek. “I’m going to head down to the pool for awhile. Take care of him.”



Curled up on his side on the couch, Chris traced soft designs on Alyssa’s leg. He was fairly certain there was not a touch of alcohol in his system any more, that his body had violently decided to reject it once he was in the presence of this angel. Water filled his belly twice before his body was all right with it and while the lingering memory of the scent of food made him hungry, Chris wasn’t entirely certain that was safe yet. Alyssa’s family had departed after swimming, but not before Judith hugged him tightly and whispered that she was most thankful for her sister and him and hoped this would be the time that cemented them together for always. Part of him wanted to make that come true for the precocious girl, but the greater part of him wanted that to be true for himself. Where would he be if Alyssa had not rushed to his aid? What if she had not answered her phone or been in California?

“Lyssie?” he muttered, pivoting in her lap to look up into her eyes.

She smiled softly down at him, “Are you feeling better, Chris?”

“I’m starting to feel hungry,” he admitted.

“Good,” Alyssa grinned, tensing to get up. “I’ll reheat—”

“In a minute. Just stay here for another minute,” he requested.

She relaxed, her fingers running through his short hair, “I’m sorry I haven’t been back since.... a long time. And we haven’t really seen each other since the album release party two months ago and even that was abbreviated since it was a party and—”

“Lyssie, I love you,” he blurted out.

Her eyes looked into his, wavering slightly upon seeing his declaration as clear as day. Sitting up, he pivoted to face her, taking her hands in his. He repeated his words once more, his hands holding hers as he looked into her eyes. She blinked once, swallowing almost comically. They were the very words she wanted him to utter to her for so many years, to utter soberly. And he had, for she believed he was more sober in that moment than he normally was with her.

“Chris, I... I love you too.”

He instantly smiled, relief filling his eyes, “Oh, Lyssie, I’m so glad that you do. For a moment there I thought you were going to push me away.”

“No, of course not. It’s just... It’s just...”

“Stay here with me. All weekend,” he requested. “And then we’ll figure out what to do, how best to plan out the rest of our lives. Stay here with me.”

Alyssa looked away briefly before returning to his intense gaze, “I’ll stay the weekend with you, Chris. But Sunday I have to leave. I have to be back to classes on time.”

“You don’t need to go back. I have enough money for us to li—”

“I’m not going to school for money, Chris. You should know that,” she declared. “I have a class at two on Monday. It’s an eighteen hour drive and—”

“Fine. I’ll fly down there with you,” he proclaimed.

Her heart jumped, “You’ll what?”

“We’ll stay here until Monday morning and fly down to LA together,” he explained. “I’m not willing to let you just disappear on me. We’ll go down together.”

“But, Chris, my car—”

“Leave it here for your sister. We’ll get another when we get to LA,” he stated, squeezing her hands gently. “Please, baby, don’t leave me.”

“Chris, you haven’t eaten all day and have sacrificed more than necessary to the porcelain gods today. I don’t think you’re in any position to be making hasty deci—”

“I love you, Alyssa. There is nothing hasty about it,” he declared. “But I will not push you. You gave me the weekend. I only hope you’ll give me the rest. I’ll eat and we can discuss more?”

After Chris slowly ate his Thanksgiving meal even though the clock had just ticked past midnight, claiming the holiday over, he once more lay on the couch, his head in Alyssa’s lap. As her fingers played with his hair, he let his eyelids drop close. Surprisingly his body had not rejected the food at all and the familiar post-Thanksgiving lull was starting to settle in his cells. He never wanted to move from where he was, just melt into the couch and more importantly Alyssa. He was full and content and truly felt... loved in that moment.

“Lyssie?” he looked up at her.

“Yes, Chris?”

“Can we just stay here forever? Right here, like this?”

She smiled crookedly, “No. Because I need to pee and the bed is much more comfortable for sleeping.”

“But, Lyssie!” he whined.

Alyssa wiggled out from under his head, quickly shoving a pillow in her place, “I’m going to go pee. And then I’m getting in bed because it’s late and I’m tired. You can decide if you are couching it or not.”

Tucking his hands under the pillow underneath his head, Chris watched her walk to the bathroom. He truly did feel like this was the perfect moment in time, that everything had suddenly gone right. True, Alyssa’s father still unnerved him, but that was to be expected after the man had chased him off when he got Alyssa pregnant at the age of sixteen. And true, he had a likely still very pissed off wife not waiting for him at home. And his solo album wasn’t selling as well as he hoped. He was in a down spot in his life, that much was certain, but Alyssa loved him and they were going to make it work. That was all that mattered. She was his redemption and heaven all at once.

And she was going to go to bed without him if he didn’t move.

Quickly rolling off the couch, he double-checked the locks on the hotel door and turned off lights as he made his way back to the bedroom. Closing that door, Chris removed all of his clothes, except his boxers, flipped back the blankets, and turned out the light. A moment later the bathroom door opened, the light within briefly silhouetting Alyssa. It was just a brief moment, not even a full minute, and he felt his body react to her curves. Biting his bottom lip, he turned his gaze up to the ceiling. Not only did he not think he was up for what his body was asking, on account of his borderline sobriety and his very full stomach, he wanted to romance Alyssa first, prove to her that he loved her. Only then would he caress and taste her skin. The bed suddenly sank with the weight of a young woman beside him. A moment later her soft hands crawled across chest, her smooth leg crossed over his. Taking a deep breath, Chris pulled the blankets up around them, hoping her leg wouldn’t accidentally bump his not disappearing erection in the movement. Though she did brush against his most intimate appendage, Alyssa said nothing, did not reach down to caress him.

“Chris?” she breathed.

“Yes, baby,” his heart pounded, his cock hoping she was going to ask him to make love to her.

“I’m most thankful for you.”

He smiled, not that she could see it in the dark, “And I of you.”



Stretching in the deluxe king bed, Chris smiled slightly. He could not remember the last time he had awakened so refreshed, so rested, so content, so... happy. It was quite the foreign feeling to him, as was not waking up with a leaden tongue. The longer he laid there on his back, the more of the previous day’s events returned to him. He knew precisely why he was so happy. And it was all due to the woman bes— where was Alyssa?

The bathroom door opened to answer the unspoken question, “Well good morning, sleepyhead.”

A moment later the young woman skipped over to the bed and jumped back in, snuggling up against Chris. But she didn’t last long before his long fingers danced down her sides, tickling her ribs. Peals of happy giggles bounced off the high vaulted ceiling, making Chris smile even more. He was certain her laughter was the soundtrack to heaven or in the very least the music that one listened to while waiting at the pearly gates.

Gasping for breath, her eyes focused on his, “Breakfast?”

“I think I will,” he responded, spread her arms wide, and nibbled along the underside of her upper arm.

Alyssa giggled, but not nearly as loudly this time, letting him kiss her skin. His teeth nibbled gently before stopping where her sleeve ended. His hand traced up her bare legs, slipping under the long tee shirt. Running over her thigh, slipping between, Chris worked his way up while his mouth gently marked the underside of her arm. His mouth abruptly stopped when his hand reached its destination and discovered she was without panties.

“Why, Miss Alyssa,” his eyes went to hers, sparkling with surprise, “I do believe you are quite a bit naughty.”

“Whyever do you think such, Mr. Cornell?” she batted her eyelashes at him.

His fingers traced over the petals of her sex as she spread her legs slightly, “I can’t imagine why.”

Shifting over her, Chris nestled himself between her legs. He briefly kissed her mouth as his fingers stirred her honey pot. With the flash of a smile, he slid down her half-covered body and removed his fingers. His long fingers wrapped around her thighs, gently pressing her legs apart. A gasp left her lips as he dipped down and kissed her. His tongue slid between her folds, lapping up the sweet nectar her flower began to produce. She mewled and moaned as his hands left her things and slid under the tee shirt to cup and fondle her milky globes. Her hips arched from the bed, pressing towards his eager mouth when his fingers pinched her nipples, working them to a pebble hardness.

“Chris,” she breathed, her hands reaching down and grabbing handfuls of short hair, “stop teasing me.”

His eyes met hers as his tongue slipped out of her folds, “I’m not. You offered breakfast.”

Alyssa laughed at his comment, “Make love to me, Chris. Please.”

He would never refuse her request, ever in a million years. He loved her. And that he would always be thankful for.