Title: Yesterday to Tomorrow: Chapter Thirty-six, Among the Stars
Rating: NC-17 [violence, swearing, nudity, sexual situations]

Summary: Clothing and leaving the villa is completely optional.

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Her hand holding his, Alyssa pulled Chris into the shower on the balcony of their master suite. Without even a word, she turned on the water and pulled him under the gentle rain. Their lips met gently, neither caring about the water running over their faces. Hands softly ran over wet skin, feeling electricity pass between skin they couldn't feel before in the pool. Lips wandered slightly, nibbling to ears, or down their pulses. Always gentle, always loving.

"Chris," Alyssa purred. "I want more of you, but I don't want...."

"Agreed," he nodded and reached for a bar of soap.

Rubbing the bar between his hands released the slightly sweet honey fragrance as the suds built between his palms. Setting the bar down carefully, his hands ran over her body, leaving the honey-flavoured bubbles on her skin. Alyssa giggled, but allowed him to wash her completely, so as much as turning around to offer her back to his ministrations.

Grinning she turned back to face him, their mouths meeting once more, "I may never shower alone again."

"Good."

Slipping the bar of soap out of his hands, Alyssa moved to give him the same treatment. Wet hands ran over muscles, leaving traces of bubbles on his golden skin. Slidding down his skin, she crouched, bringing her eye to eye with the very object of his passion. Without even a thought, her tongue darted out and tasted him, causing Chris to gasp.

"Vixen," he muttered, hands finding hers and pulling her back to her feet. "Not allowed."

"Why not?" she pouted.

"Because," he replied.

"But—"

"No."

To quiet any more protests, his mouth covered hers. Alyssa's arms slipped over his wet shoulders, holding onto him tightly as they kissed. What began as an innocent kiss, intensfied into a roaring passionate fire. She wanted him, needed him, then and there.

"Chris...."

"Yes?" he muttered against her skin, his lips tasting her shoulder blade.

"Please...."

Chris smiled, standing upright once more. He said nothing, his hands leaving their caresses on her skin. Pouting Alyssa refused to let go of him, no matter what he did or said. But all he did was reach behind her and turn off the outdoor shower. Giving her no time to protest, he swept her off her feet, carrying her back into the building.

Not even muttering anything at all, Alyssa waited for Chris to lower her onto the bed. She giggled softly when he moved down to kiss her toes. Her hands went to the mattress and she scooted into the centre of the bed, leaving him with no where to kiss or touch, at least not until he stalked her on the bed.

Climbing up the bed, Chris's fingertips ran gently up her body. She shivered even though she was on fire. Laying to her side, he propped his head up with one hand. His other hand traced her curves ever so slowly, fingers barely touching her dewy skin. Their eyes locked, passion showing greatly in both of their gazes.

"You spoil me," she breathed.

"Not nearly enough," he declared and leaned over to capture her mouth with his own briefly.

From her mouth his lips moved to her breasts. He smiled at the gasp when he kissed around her breast, avoiding her erect nipples. She whimpered slightly when his travelling hand reached her breasts, pushing the right one up slightly so that he could capture that nipple in his mouth.

"Oh Chris," she muttered.

His hungry lips moved to her other breast while his hand moved on to touch her skin elsewhere. His fingers danced over her abdomen, tickling her slightly when she instinctually inhaled her stomach at his touch. And lower his hand wandered. She knew very well where it was headed and he made no arguement to the look in her eyes.

Resisting for not even a moment, her legs parted when his hand moved over her thigh. His fingers slipped over her, finding her body wetter there than anywhere the shower had caressed. He smiled, before kissing between her rapidly moving breasts. He did not caress or probe her long, finding her more than ready for more than finger fondling.

"Do you....." he muttered.

"Yes."

His mouth found hers again while he moved over her body. Slowly he lowered his weight upon her, not wanting to crush her. Not that he had a chance in doing so, as Alyssa arched up to meet him. He chuckled briefly, her kiss swallowing the sounds from his lips. A breath later he was sheathed by her body once more.

Chris would never outwardly admit it, but he was afraid of what they were doing. Not because he didn't want it. Nor because of how drastically their relationship had changed in the past year. But rather because he still couldn't erase the lingering doubt of her physical health. And for that reason, he was extra gentle, his hands going to hold and support her hips, though his lust wanted to be fulfilled hard and quick.

"Chris," she moaned, body arching to meet his every movement.

He kissed what he could not caress while holding her hips. He suckled wherever his mouth paused for a moment longer.

Slowly the crescendo built between their bodies. Alyssa's eyes had long since ceased to be open, her tongue no longer an active participant in the loving. It was all Chris. Her breaths were Chris. Her pulse was Chris. Her love was Chris.

Arching to him once more, her muscles clamped down on him. A guttural moan passed through a breath of his name as her body convulsed. A moment later he joined her amoung the heavens as well.

They laid so very intertwined while their bodies slowed to normal. His fingers gently brushed wet hair from her face, his lips kissing her earlobe.

"I love you," he breathed, the last thing she heard as exhausation overcame her.