Title: Weekend Presents
Characters: Chris Cornell, Alyssa Morgan
Word Count: 5,631
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's Chris's birthday, 2001 (July 20th for those unaware). Alyssa has a birthday surprise in store for him, which starts when they are stuck in rush hour traffic leaving Seattle.

Author's note: This IS canon with the epic(s).



There was an unsaid rule in the house: not to bother him when he was in the studio. Alyssa knew that. It had always been that way ever since they defined that ground floor room as his space. Most days Alyssa was completely respectful of that. Today things were not quite normal though and Alyssa was losing patience as she paced in the hallway outside the closed door. Normally she was more patient than a nun, but normally she did not have quite the massive surprise planned. If he did not fucking open the door soon, she was going to break all the unwritten rules and bust down the door. Chris would forgive her – Alyssa hoped.

Alyssa passed by the door six more times before she threw care into wind and reached for the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open. Her heart squealed to a halt as her eyes fastened upon him, guitar in his hands, eyes closed. Chris was lost in some song, whether it was finished or not Alyssa did not know. It was a perfect moment; Alyssa would have loved to be lost in it forever. But time was pressing.

Slipping into the room, apparently still unnoticed, Alyssa made her way over to him. His eyes opened and met hers and a smile graced his lips. Her intrusion seemed to not bother him as he finished the song. Before his fingers even left his beloved instrument, Alyssa leaned over and kissed him gently.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Alyssa muttered. “But we need to go.”

“Go where? I didn’t know we had plans.”

“I need to go up in the mountains and you know I hate driving that road alone. So yes, we have plans,” Alyssa kissed him again. “Put your toys away, little boy. I already have the car packed. I am just waiting on you.”

His eyes stayed on hers briefly, before he began to put away his things, “How long have you been waiting?”

“Um, about an hour.”

“Is it really that late? Have I been in here all day?”

“I left work early, but I’m sure you’ve been in here all day anyways,” Alyssa responded. “So hurry your cute self up. Traffic is likely going to suck regardless.”

With Chris finally moving, Alyssa checked the dogs’ food and water and quickly unplugged the electronics in the house. Chris caught her at the bottom of the stairs, more questions in his eyes than Alyssa was ready to answer. Instead, she merely kissed him and slipped the car keys into his hand.

“So I’m driving but I don’t know where we’re going…?”

“Mountains, Chris. Just take I-90 on up. When we get closer I’ll give you better directions,” Alyssa answered as she stepped out of the house.

“How long are we going to be gone?”

“You ask too many questions.”

“Alyssa, what is this all about?”

“Just get in the car and drive.”

Within fifteen minutes, they were in the thick of rush hour traffic. Alyssa watched him tense, completely expecting it. In fact it had been built into her plans, but Alyssa was not about to tell him that. Perhaps it was a bit sadistic keeping it from him, but she just could not let him in on how much of the weekend she planned. For some reason it was important to her to seem as spontaneous and carefree as possible.

“Baby, we’re going to be in this traffic for awhile,” Alyssa commented, looking forward at the barely moving vehicles in front of us. “You need to relax.”

Chris sighed, “We should have left an hour ago if you wanted to go up to the mountains.”

“But I didn’t want to interrupt your magic making.”

Chris glanced over at her, “You could have interrupted me, Lyssie.”

Leaning over, Alyssa kissed him softly, “I’m sorry. I can take over driving?”

“In the middle of the highway? That’s not really possible.”

Alyssa glanced out the front window, “Traffic isn’t moving. You could put it in park and we could trade places.”

“That’s just silly. I’ll be fine.”

Alyssa kissed him again, “Well then the least I can do is help you relax. I think we’re going to be here for awhile.”

“I’m fine,” he declared as he reached for his pack of cigarettes.

Without saying another word, Alyssa plucked the cigarette from his fingers before he could light it, shoved it back in the pack she also stole from his hands, and deposited it out of his reach. Before he could object, her mouth crashed upon his, kissing him far more heatedly than before. Her hand dropped into his lap and Alyssa squeezed his thigh.

“Lyssie, what are you… what are you doing?” he muttered when Alyssa pulled from the kiss.

Alyssa glanced once more at the traffic, “Helping you relax.”

“Baby, how is this going to help me relax?” he uttered as her hand ventured from his thigh towards his zipper.

“Just trust me. And don’t crash us because that will be difficult to explain to the insurance people,” Alyssa teased, kissed him once more, and turned her attention to his pants.

“Alyssa!” he gasped as her hand slipped into his pants and began to rub his boxers. “Someone… someone… will see…”

“Our windows are tinted. Keep your eyes forward. No crashing.”

Alyssa knew her instructions were likely to be difficult for him to keep, especially as things… progressed. But Alyssa also knew she could hit the car into park if needed. She did not intend to die in rush hour traffic. They had too many big plans for that weekend.

After warming him up, she met his mouth in another kiss, before seeking the waistband of his shorts. Her hand slipped up his shirt first and Alyssa traced quick words on his chest with her short fingernails, though she was certain he paid no attention to them. Working back down to his boxers, her hand slipped in, eliciting a gasp from his lips. She felt his cock instantly complete its transformation as her fingers loosely circled it. Smiling Alyssa kissed the edge of his surprised smile and tightened her grip around his erection. Her tongue darted out and flicked his lips as her fingers slowly began to spiral around his length.

“Oh god, you… you… c-can’t…”

“I am. And I’m just getting started, baby,” Alyssa muttered.

Pausing, her eyes flicked through the windshield. With a chuckle, Alyssa leaned away from his mouth and nibbled on his ear, instructing him to inch the car up carefully. Once the vehicle was once more stationary, her fingers returned to their dance, slowly spiraling up to cup his head.

As her palm remained pressed where it was, her fingers gently dancing around, Alyssa met his eyes, “I’m going to taste you.”

“Oh fuck, Lyssie. You c–”

“I would say watch me, but you need to pay attention to the traffic,” Alyssa giggled before pushing away his weak attempt at stopping her from leaning down.

Pushing his boxers out of the way, her hand slid down his shaft, holding him ready for her mouth. With a quick flick up to his eyes, noticing he was very much watching her, not the traffic, her dark pink tongue darted out and slowly began to circle him. It was hard to not grin as he moaned when Alyssa switched from clockwise to counterclockwise. Rather than begin to suck him into her mouth, she held him steady and gently began to lick circles towards the base. As Alyssa licked back towards his crown, her hand trailed up as well.

Feeling his right leg tense slightly, Alyssa sat up and glanced out the window. As he inched forward on the interstate, Alyssa smiled and stroked him a few times. Pulling her long hair back with her free hand, Alyssa leaned back down. Lips parting, Alyssa slowly sucked him into her mouth. Barely sinking down, Alyssa ran her tongue in circles around his tip until he groaned. Her fingers danced up and down a few times, until Alyssa decided to suck in as much as possible.

His right hand came down on the back of her head. Alyssa paused briefly in her sucking to see if he was going to urge her further or to stop. His hand gave me no clear indication of either and so Alyssa continued her lingual assault. Alyssa sucked until he groaned before slowly pulling up. Keeping her lips fastened around his crown, her hand quickly slid up and down. Her eyes glanced up through her hair and briefly connected with his eyes.

Pulling her mouth free from his cock, Alyssa quickly stretched up and kissed his mouth. As his mouth plundered hers, Alyssa knew, even as her hand gently danced on him, he was close. Alyssa forced an end to it and glanced at the traffic. Whatever had caused the complete standstill had cleared and cars a mile away had begun to move.

“Put the car in park,” Alyssa instructed and he quickly obeyed.

With both hands pumping him, her lips fastened about his cock again. Her tongue quickly traced around before Alyssa began to suck in earnest. One hand left its caress of his shaft and slipped under to cup his testicles. His fingers once more returned to the back of her head and tightened in her hair. Why he was resisting, she was clueless.

Therefore, Alyssa hummed.

His body tensed underneath her. She halted her actions, preparing to swallow the flood in her mouth. Her hands released his balls and reached for his hand. She squeezed his hand as he sputtered in her mouth. Alyssa quickly disengaged and sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before focusing on fixing his pants. His mouth opened to speak, but a horn honking behind interrupted, forcing him to suddenly pay attention to the traffic that was once more moving in front of them. Chris quickly slammed into gear and caught up with the traffic, a deep red filling his cheeks.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” Alyssa commented and kissed his warm cheek before re-fastening his seatbelt and then her own. “They’re all just jealous.”

“Fuck… Alyssa… I can’t believe… fuck…”

“It has been awhile, hasn’t it?” Alyssa relaxed in her seat. “That first summer in LA, right? For that I am sorry.”

Alyssa felt his eyes on her, but she refused to meet his eyes. Instead, Alyssa focused on the road and began to grin.

“What have you done with my Alyssa?” he asked.

With this, her eyes went to his, “Absolutely nothing. I’m the same woman you woke up next to this morning.”

“Bullshit.”

“I am,” Alyssa grinned. “And I’ll be the same one you wake up next to… tomorrow sometime.”

“Wait. I know that look. What do you have planned?”

Alyssa batted her eyelashes at him and looked away, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Bullshit. What do you have planned?”

“Nothing. I just have some… things to do in the mountains. Nothing for you to be concerned about, baby. Just get us there. I’ll do all the rest.”


Rush hour traffic put them in the mountains after the sun disappeared over the still snow-dusted peaks. It made her a bit anxious, as she was not entirely sure she could find the correct turn-offs with only the stars as light. Whether or not he noticed that, Alyssa cared not. Getting to their destination was far more important than hiding things from him.

“Slow down,” Alyssa instructed. “Our turn is soon.”

Chris glanced at her, “We’re not going to the Lodge?”

“No. Turn right at the next street,” Alyssa declared.

Thirty minutes later, Alyssa could hardly contain her excitement as he turned down the long dirt driveway. Chris kept giving her sideways glances, but Alyssa remained silent. Enough of the sun still filtered through the trees to cast an eerie glow upon the small building as they pulled up to it. As he parked just outside the carport, Alyssa reached over and squeezed his arm.

“Are you going to explain this yet?” he asked.

“In a minute,” Alyssa responded and scrambled out of the car.

Chris quickly followed her up the four steps towards the door of the log cabin. Alyssa dug a simple keychain from her pocket, two silver keys glittering from it. With his eyes on her fingers, Alyssa fumbled with the lock before successfully opening up the door. Stepping into the cabin, Alyssa flicked on the light; relieved that seemingly all the details had been handled.

“Alyssa, what…”

With a smile, Alyssa turned around and threw her arms around him, kissing him quickly, “I’ll explain later. Every detail. I promise. But first… I gotta pee. Grab our bag for me?”

Chris re-entered the cabin just as Alyssa stepped out of the bathroom. Alyssa instantly skipped over to him, threw her arms around him, and they kissed once more. With a happy giggle, Alyssa pulled the single bag from his shoulder and set it on the wooden floor near the door. Her hand enfolded his and she led him away from the door. Silently she took him from the door and into each room of the small cabin. She showed him the small bedroom with two single beds to the left of the front door before slipping into the kitchen. Wordlessly she pulled the fridge door open and plucked beer from the shelf. While it had been an action contrived to see if the groceries had been picked up as she requested, Chris would not know that as she quickly removed the bottle top, took a drink, and handed it to him.

Her hand slipped back into his and she led him back to the great room. They passed by a modest round pine table with four chairs circling it to get to the large glass windows and door in the rear of the cabin. Though it was mostly dark, they could see stars and the moon reflecting off a small creek that weaved through a small meadow. Alyssa’s fingers deftly unlocked the back door and she led Chris out onto the large deck. They both looked around at the scenery briefly, before she turned and headed back into the cabin.

Turning around, she plucked the beer from his hand, finished it off and set it on a side table next to one of the two large rustic couches. Both of her fingers grasped his and she kissed him softly, still not saying a word. Pulling half away, keeping one hand in hers, she turned and continued through the great room. 

“So what do you think?” she asked, stopping near the other couch.

“Well this is very nice, Lyssie. Except I will admit I am not fond of having to sleep in a single bed,” he commented.

She laughed, “We’re not done yet. That’s the guest room. I’ll take you upstairs to the master suite.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Upstairs?”

Turning around she ascended three steps he had not noticed. However, they seemed to be a staircase to nowhere. Flipping open a painting, she revealed a large crank. Her right hand circled the handle. As she began to crank, a staircase slowly lowered down from the ceiling. Watching intrigued, Chris smiled crookedly when the bottom step of the staircase connected with the platform Alyssa stood on. She locked down the crank and returned the hinged painting to conceal it. Eyes going to his, she gestured for Chris to join her.

The pair ascended the steps; Chris hesitating slightly as it creaked under his weight. With assurances from Alyssa that he would be fine, he continued up behind her. His eyes widened upon reaching the second floor. The entire floor was open, save for a couple of doors on the front wall of the room, which Chris presumed, concealed a closet and bathroom. A large rustic four-poster bed dominated the room, though a pair of matching chairs and a loveseat clustered around the large windows that looked out over the meadow.

“This is where we will sleep,” she smiled, walking backwards into the room.

“Lyssie…” he trailed after her.

Stopping just in front of the bed, she asked softly, “So what do you think now?”

“I… I can’t believe this. And I don’t understand it either,” he responded.

Hands reaching for his, she pulled him to the bed and sat down, “Well… I know that you’ve been… not entirely stable since the bitch left you, the band broke up, and you haven’t really figured out your life yet. You’ve always found solace up here in the mountains, away from the bustling memories of Seattle. So I thought it might be a good idea for us to… have some place to escape from it all without taking up permanent residency at the Lodge.”

“So you bought a cabin?”

She nodded, “I’ve been saving up money during the school year and just got a bonus at the firm, so it seemed the perfect time for it. Plus… well…”

“What?”

Alyssa kissed his hands, “I wanted somewhere special to spend your birthday weekend at.”

He blinked, looking down at her, “Is it my birthday?”

She chuckled, “It is. Today in fact. I figured you would like this better than a birthday party. Just you and me all alone in this little cabin in the forest instead.”

Chris smiled, “I do. A lot.”

“Good!” she chirped and got back up. “I’m going to cook you dinner too. So let’s go back downstairs so I can get started on that.”

“Lyssie, you don’t need to–”

“Nonsense,” she kissed his nose. “I’ve got it all planned out. You can play your birthday present while I cook too.”

“You did not get me another present,” he turned and followed her.

“Yes, I did. Because technically this cabin is mine,” she glanced at him and winked. “You’re just my guest in it.”

“You did not get me another present,” Chris repeated.

“I did. It’s in the closet of the guest room. Or at least it should be,” she declared and headed down the steps.

Following her down stairs, Chris veered off into the guest room while she headed into the kitchen. He opened the only door in the room, his eyes widening. Propped up on its case with a big blue bow tied around its neck was a Gibson acoustic guitar. The dark honey burst finish was complemented with a darker pick guard carved with a butterfly, hummingbird, and flowers. His long fingers hesitated to reach out for the instrument, afraid that it was not real. Plainly Alyssa should no t be bestowing such great things upon him.

“Oh good,” her voice came from the doorway, “it’s here.”

His eyes whirled around to meet hers, “Lyssie, I can’t accept this.”

“Yes, you can. You can’t not accept it,” she responded. “Now come and play for me while I make dinner.”

Heading out to the kitchen a moment later, guitar strap around his shoulders, Chris’s eyes flicked to Alyssa’s preparations. Two raw steaks rested on a plate, likely coming to room temperature before cooking, while she chopped vegetables. Her eyes flicked up at his presence, challenging him silently. With a smile, he moved to sit on one of the couches and play for her.

After playing through a third song, Chris paused upon hearing the sizzling of the steak hitting the pan. Rather than continue playing, he got to his feet and set the guitar on the couch. He slipped into the kitchen and approached Alyssa. With a smile, his arms circled her waist from behind and he kissed her ear.

“I can’t believe you’re cooking steak. You never cook steak,” he muttered softly.

She patted his arms with her right hand briefly before turning the steaks over with the tongs in her left hand, “It’s your birthday. I wanted to do something special for you.”

He sighed, “Lyssie, you really shouldn’t–”

“Shush. And set the table. Dinner’s about ready,” she instructed.

Returning to the kitchen a minute later to retrieve plates, Chris paused and glanced around. He really had no idea how Alyssa did it. Not only had she cooked steak, potatoes, a small salad, and likely, something for dessert, he could not see, but also Alyssa had tidied up the kitchen as she progressed. He did not understand how it was that she could cook and keep a clean kitchen; he certainly never did. However, really all he would need to clean after their meal seemed to be the pans already soaking in the sink and the plates upon which their meal rested.

“Lyssie, how do you…”

“Here,” she handed him the two filled plates and kissed his cheek.

The two ate silently, except for Chris’s frequent mutterings at how excellent the meal and everything was. The first few times, Alyssa flushed slightly and told him it was nothing, that he deserved it after all he had been through. Around the seventh time, she informed him she needed no more praise, she understood how he felt – and if he kept it up, she would not be serving him dessert. Chris kept silent after that.

At least until her barefoot snaked up his leg and began to inch towards his crotch. His eyes darted down just as her toes reached their destination. Even though he was not fond of feet, she knew just how to make him forget it was her foot rubbing him. Enough that his eyes closed and he leaned back in the chair slightly, adjusting his position to better accept her touch.

“Lyssie,” he groaned.

Her eyes dropped to his plate, “Shall we have dessert now or wait until later?”

His hands covered her foot, keeping her toes from continuing to massage him, “Does dessert include you naked?”

She tilted her head to the side and responded, “It could if you wanted it too.”

“I want you to be my dessert.”

“I am not nearly sweet enough to classify as dessert.”

“Let me decide that,” he countered.

“Hmmmm….”

Flicking her foot from his lap, Chris got to his feet and quickly circled the table. He plucked Alyssa from her seat, causing her to squeak slightly. His mouth crashed into hers as he turned them about, sitting her up on the table. Pulling out of the kiss, he glanced at the array of dishes and glasses on the table and decided in an instant that it would never do. Kissing Alyssa quickly once more, Chris gathered up their dishes and hurriedly deposited them in the sink before returning to her. Though she had considered it, Alyssa had not jumped off the table, but remained where Chris placed her. Their eyes locked and he quickly closed the space between to kiss her once more.

Lips upon hers, he began to push her back upon the table. Without hesitation, his fingers danced down the small buttons of her flirty sundress. He groaned as he parted his hands to reveal her red strapless bra. His lips kissed her cleavage as he continued to work the dress off her. When his fingers reached the end of the long line of buttons, Chris’s hands ran over her hips, his long fingers teasing the lacy red elastic band.

Suddenly deciding on his task, he pulled away from kissing her still-covered chest and stood fully up once more. Eyes locking with hers, he smiled wryly, his fingers still under her waistband, and guided her hips up from the table. As Alyssa arched up, he slipped her panties off, dropping the deep garnet lace thong to the hardwood floor. Before she even had the chance to object, he sat in a chair before her and guided her legs over his shoulders. She closed her eyes as his hands snaked around her thighs and gently opened her to him.

With a smile and a brief glance at her face, Chris leaned down and kissed her mound. He smiled slightly, knowing that she was perfectly groomed for him, her soft pubic hair short but not shaped in some silly LA shape like a heart or butterfly. But inspecting her personal grooming was not his intention and so his mouth wandered lower, his lips kissing her gentle flesh. Reaching the very center of her sex with his lips, his tongue slipped from his lips and wiggled between hers. Alyssa instantly groaned and arched towards his mouth, her hands covering his. With a smile, he licked her entire length, ending with a seductive swirl about her swollen bud.

After repeating these actions a few times, his lips fastened about her clitoris and gently suckled. She moaned and wiggled beneath his talented tongue. He pulled one hand free from hers and slipped two long fingers into her dripping heat. She gasped and begged for more. As Chris’s tongue fluttered about her throbbing bud, his fingers slowly thrust in and out of her tunnel.

“Oh, god, Chris… you… god…” she muttered.

His smile pulled his lips from their task, but his fingers continued to play with her, “I want you to cum for me, baby.”

“Oh, god… I’m … fuck…”

Pulling his fingers free from her body, he offered his digits to her mouth. Alyssa instantly sucked his fingers into her mouth as his mouth once more returned to his task. He licked and sucked, nibbling slightly on her swollen lips and clitoris. Her moans became breathy; her teeth lightly bit his fingers. Her hand clenched upon the one still within her grasp. Knowing she was close, his lips fastened about her clitoris once more, sucking with vigor.

“Oh, god... Oh, fuck… Oh, gooooood…”

Her body stiffened, pressing up towards his, as her orgasm shook through her body. Chris released her clitoris and dipped down to lap at her honey. His fingers left her lips and gently trailed down her body, pausing at her breasts to squeeze them gently, pinching her nipples through the fabric of the bra. Wiggling his other fingers free from hers, Chris’s hands went to her thigh and he gently moved her back onto the table. His hands went to hers and he pulled Alyssa up into a seated position as he stood.

He gently kissed her mouth, the flavor of her orgasm still on his tongue, “You are by far the best dessert I have ever tasted.”

“Oh god, Chris,” she uttered, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

“And now we’re even,” he winked and pulled away from her. “Or at least will be once I do the dishes.”

“And what am I supposed to do now?” she leaned back on her hands.

“Keep being sexy,” Chris responded. “And let me watch.”

Remaining on the table for a minute until Chris looked away, Alyssa jumped down. She felt his eyes on her as she walked away from the kitchen, still only attired in her red bra. With a slight smile he could not see, she put a bit more sway into her hips as she headed over to the stereo. Before turning it on, she retrieved the black wallet of burned CDs from their single bag, bending suggestively over for Chris’s benefit in the process. Quickly flipping through the wallet, she found the CD she had in mind, slid it out, turned on the stereo and inserted the CD. Pressing play, she stood up straight once more, waiting to hear that the CD worked just fine in the stereo. Within two notes, Chris recognized the song – and nearly dropped the plate in his hands as Alyssa began to seductively dance to it. He really wanted to leave his task and join her, to truly show her what Marvin Gaye meant by “Sexual Healing.”

Turning to face him, Alyssa met his eyes. She said nothing, but licked her lips and beckoned him with a single finger. The plate in his hand as well as the ones in the soapy sink suddenly lost importance. He returned the dish to the sink, washed off his hands, and barely thought to dry them before completing her request.

Hurrying to her, Chris wrapped his arms around her, lifting her slightly from the ground. Alyssa instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him in a hungry kiss. His hands quickly moved down her back and cupped her ass for support. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as she kissed him until she ran out of breath.

“My god, Chris, I love you,” she muttered and kissed him again.

Hearing those words from her lips, he knew he had no chance to make it up the stairs, especially with as fucking sexy as she was. She was his perfect match, perfectly balancing him out. What good had he done in order to deserve her?

“Love me, Chris. Love me,” she requested before nibbling on his ear.

Lost in an aroused fog, he stumbled forward until her back pressed up against the smooth panel wall, luckily missing a framed painting by inches. With her back now supported by the wall, his fingers quickly went to work on her bra, needing to feel the weight of her breasts in his own hands. She too clawed at his clothes, forcing him to pause in the undressing of her to pull of his own black tee shirt. Her hands remained inactive only long enough to shrug off the straps of the bra before dropping down to his pants.

As her legs spread and her feet went to his waistband to push down his pants, Chris’s mouth captured her right breast. She gasped and stumbled in her actions, suddenly forgetting how to unzip a zipper. He chuckled against her breast, giving her enough of a break to unzip his pants. The next gasp belonged to Chris as her fingers wrapped around his cock, tugging it free of his clothes. Making certain she was well supported; he kicked off the pants and boxers snagged around his ankles before he returned to suckling her breasts. She stroked him twice before guiding him towards her.

Groaning as his tip touched her wet flower, Chris pushed forward. Alyssa moaned as her body completely enveloped his. Her right leg tightened about his waist as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her head went back, pressing against the wall and exposing the expanse of her throat. Without pause, Chris left his oral assault of her breasts and licked her pulse. Alyssa moaned at that, her fingernails digging into his shoulders more.

“Oh… fuck me…. Chris… please…” she pleaded.

“What… ever… you wish… baby,” he grunted in response, before increasing the pace of his thrusts.

Their bodies slapped together in twice the rhythm of the current R&B song. Alyssa’s moans and soft screams punctuated the downbeats. Fresh off the earlier orgasm, her body began to tense, as did Chris’s. He did not expect a simultaneous orgasm, but with her breathy sighs and his own grunts, it suddenly seemed possible. And he wanted it right then.

“Baby… I wanna… cum… with you….”

“Oh god… Chrissss… soo… ccccclossssse…”

Changing his tactic and grinding into her instead of pumping, Chris kissed her deeply. Her body fluttered around his, indicating a few more thrusts would be it for her. Complying, Chris thrust hard and fast into her.

“Chrrriissssss,” she moaned as her body clamped around his, sucking his cock deeply into her.

“Aaaaalyssaaa,” he groaned as tingles shot down his spine and emptied into her. “Oh baby.”

He remained as he was, their bodies pulsing together. Their lips met gently, his hands framing her face, pushing hair from her face.

“I love you,” he muttered between kisses.

“I love you too,” she responded. “And I think… I think we should go upstairs.”

“Oh?” his sparkling green eyes went to hers.

“That’s a brand new bed up there. It could use a christening.”



Lying in the dark with Alyssa in his arms, Chris looked out the large window. He could see warm rays of sun beginning to set the forest alight. It was perfectly peaceful outside and inside, even in his heart. He loved the woman in his arms, did not need to make love to her all night to prove that – even though it had been the most bliss-filled night he could recall. She just knew exactly the right things to say and do to not only make him feel better, but to feel good. He did not understand it now any more than he did when they met five years before. They just seemed perfectly matched. Sure, he had fucked up a number of times, especially by staying with Susan far longer than he should have. But he was free of Susan, free of the band, all on his own.

Only he wasn’t. He was not all on his own; he had Alyssa. He always had Alyssa. Even when she was a thousand miles away, he had Alyssa. She was his sunshine through dark days; his reason to get out of bed half the time. In her love, his salvation lied. He knew that more that morning than he ever had before. And he needed to do whatever he could to protect it. It wasn’t enough that they lived together wherever she was, be it at school in LA or on summer break in Seattle. He needed to be with her always.

“Lyssie? Lyssie, are you awake?” he muttered softly.

“Mmmm, Chris,” she uttered back. “We made love all night. Can I sleep a bit longer?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you,” he whispered and kissed her temple. “I love you so much.”

“Mmmm, I love you too. Give me a bit longer and I’ll show you how much I love you…”