Title: Sweet Seduction
Characters: Chris Cornell, Alyssa Morgan
Word Count: 1353
Rating: NC-17 [sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Alyssa comes home to her apartment after a long day of college activities, only to find a certain Chris cooking dinner. His intentions are innocent... right?




February 2000, Los Angeles

After a busy January, filled with organizing the MLK festivities on campus, Alyssa was looking forward to a much calmer February. However, that did not seem to be in the cards. Classes picked up and Critics’ Corner seemed to be asking more and more of her as well. Maybe she should not have decided to minor in Linguistics; it would have lightened her course load tremendously. She knew it would all pay off in the end though, providing she did not collapse from exhaustion soon.

Heading into her apartment, arms laden with a heavy book bag and file folders of tasks to complete for Axis of Justice, she wanted nothing more than to dump everything on the kitchen table and slip into the bathtub. Yet she could not, for the table was set with service for two and lit by candles. Confused Alyssa glanced around, looking for some clue as to who set the table and why. Her hazel eyes landed on Chris, who stood in front of the oven. He glanced over and smiled at her, making her heart flutter. Only then did she get the scent of dinner.

“Chris… what is this?” she asked, dumping her items on top of the barstool in front of the breakfast bar.

“I’m so glad you’re home. I was worried that I would have to reheat everything. And fish just isn’t the same reheated,” he declared, stepping away from the stovetop.

Smiling again as he briefly kissed her before snatching the dinner plates from the table, Alyssa looked around the apartment. Not only had Chris apparently been hard at work cooking dinner, the flat was much cleaner than she remembered it being before heading to classes that morning. Something seemed to be on his mind. While she did not mind his attention at all, she was wary, very wary.

“Chris, what is this?” she repeated.

He set the plates back on the table, laden with fish and veggies, “Dinner is served.”

“Chris…”

His hand folded over hers and he tugged towards the table, “Come eat, Lyssie.”

Her eyes looked from the table to him, “Let me wash my hands first.”

After dinner, which impressed Alyssa more than she could say, Chris sent her to shower while he cleaned up the kitchen. Still confused, she washed away the day. She towel-dried her long brown hair before rubbing lotion into her skin. Deciding against getting dress, Alyssa pulled on a short robe and headed back out into the apartment. She found Chris sitting on the sofa, a guitar in his hands. He plucked away at a soft melody, half a dozen lit candles casting soft shadows on his face. Slowly his song ended and he looked up at her.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You’re sexy.”

She smirked and sat down on the couch, “So this was all about seducing me?”

“No,” Chris set the guitar down, leaned over and kissed her gently. “This is all about taking care of my valentine.”

Alyssa’s eyes suddenly widened, “Oh fuck. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

He kissed her again, “It’s okay, Lys. You’ve been busy.”

“That’s no excuse. I should never neglect my boyfriend,” she declared, pulling away and standing up. “In fact, I’m going to go call him right now.”

Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap, his arms holding her tight, “Oh really? And who is this boyfriend of yours?”

“You don’t know him,” she muttered, wiggling to get free.

“Lucky him. I’d so kick his ass for not romancing you today,” he declared, pivoting on the couch to pin her to the cushions, and kissed her.

Alyssa continued to wiggle and managed to free herself. As she hit the floor with a loud thud, Chris grinned like a Cheshire cat. Sitting up on the couch, he held up the long, satin tie that should have been holding her robe closed. Eyes wide, she gasped and pulled her robe tightly about her body.

“Now what?” he dangled it in front of her.

Alyssa reached for it, her fingers barely missing it, “Dammit, Chris.”

“What?” he asked, faux-innocently, playing with the tie. “You really shouldn’t sit on the floor, Lyss.”

Her eyes held his for a moment before she quickly got to her feet. Keeping his gaze, she quickly tore off the robe and tossed it aside. Chris looped the belt around her, tugged gently, and smirked when she straddled his lap. Grinning, Alyssa leaned forward and kissed him quickly.

“Shouldn’t you be with your pregnant wife?” she muttered, casually draping her arms over his shoulders.

He tied the belt in a neat bow around her nude waist, “I am right where I should be.”

“I disagree,” Alyssa stated.

“Oh? Where should I be?”

She leaned forward and nipped his ear, “You should be in me.”

Chris groaned and pulled her mouth to his. As they kissed deeply, her hands quickly unfastened his pants and slipped inside. His hand brusquely cupped her bare breasts, letting the nineteen-year-old have control of the situation. She stroked and squeezed him, before shifting in his lap to sit on his cock.

“Mmmmm, much better,” she whispered, before grinding against him.

Letting her have control for a bit, he focused on caressing, pinching and kissing her breasts as she rode him. As her fingers clutched at his shirt, Chris captured her gasping mouth, forcing her to stop moving for a moment. His hands went to her hips, holding her close. With a smile, Chris pushed away from the couch, planting Alyssa on the coffee table.

Quickly the rest of Chris’s clothing disappeared. Alyssa held her legs wide and her fingers curled around the edge of the table. With a grunt, his toes dug into the plush carpet and he thrust deeply into her. The table rocked and shifted as their bodies slapped together. Her moans became gasps; his moans became breathy grunts. Attempts at kisses missed mouths, their sexing too intense.

As her body began to quicken, Alyssa wrapped her legs tightly around Chris’s waist. He pressed his forehead to hers and looked deeply into her eyes. Their lips finally connected again as their bodies exploded in orgasm. Slowly still thrusting as both of their bodies quivered, Chris showered her face with kisses.

“I love you, Aly,” he breathed.

“I love you, too, Chris.”

He kissed her again, “This is where I should always be.”

She propped herself up with her elbows, “Well… if that’s the case, can you get off me? The TV remote is not the most comfortable thing to have jabbing me in the back.”

Chuckling, Chris moved back to sitting on the couch, this time completely naked. Sitting fully up, Alyssa plucked the TV remote from her back, her fingers dancing over the impressions on her skin from the rubbery buttons. With a chuckle, she set the remote back on the table and stood up, feeling a trickle on her inner thigh. Chris’s eyes snapped to it and he smirked.

“I knew it,” she stated with a smile.

“What?” his eyes left her wet sex to meet hers.

“You did set this all up to seduce me,” she teased.

Chris smirked, “No… I really just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you.”

“You certainly didn’t say no to sex.”

He reached up and pulled her back down into his lap, his lips briefly touching hers, “Baby, I love you. No sex required. But you make me insanely horny. You have ever since the beginning.”

She smiled, kissed him quickly, and pulled out of his lap, “Come on, Chris. Lemme show you how much I’ve learned in the past few years.”

“Oh baaaaby,” he moaned and reached for her.

Alyssa sidestepped his reach and headed towards the bedroom, snuffing out candles as she walked slowly away. Seeing her actions, Chris blew out the others before racing to join her in the bedroom. With the nude beauty pulling back the bedcovers, Chris forgot about the wrapped gift for her on the dining room table. Her body and love completely consumed his thoughts. Perhaps that was more than enough gift…