Title: Yesterday to Tomorrow: Chapter Thirty-nine, Paradise Sunset
Rating: NC-17 [violence, swearing, nudity, sexual situations]

Summary: It's time for the couple to return home, leaving paradise behind like a sunset.

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Leaning against Chris, Alyssa watched the waves creep closer and closer to their toes. She smiled gently, her fingers drawing small symbols on his hands. He kissed the back of her head, squeezing her a little tighter for a moment.

"Chris?"

"Mmmhmmm?"

"Sing for me. Just for me," she requested.

He smiled, "What would you have me sing?"

"Whatever you heart desires. I just want to hear you sing," she replied. "And know its for me and me alone. In this moment, as the sun sets on our last evening on this lovely island."

Chris thought for a moment, shifting how he was sitting slightly, before his voice softly began, "Anchor the night, open the sky/Hide in the hours before sunrise/Pray for me not, I won't lose sight/Of where I belong and where you lie/Heaven's dead when you get sad/I see your wishes fly/Out of time/For the best time you've had...."

Her smile increased as he sang, feeling it was in fact coming from his heart. He may not have written the song for her, but it was hers now. She knew that. Just as she knew some of the songs on the new album were hers as well, even if he didn't say it. He didn't have to.

"...I'll take it all, arrows or guns/Hundreds or more to save you from one/Save you from one/And Where I'll be/Heaven's dead when you get sad," he finished.

She turned on his lap, a slight twitch in her hips at the movement. Her lips kissed the corners of his mouth, her eyes sparkling.

"That was beautiful, Chris," she declared.

He kissed her in return, "Anything for you, my love."

She grinned, "Lay back."

His eyebrows arched.

"Just do it, Chris," Alyssa declared.

He did so, taking her with him naturally. Stretching toes to toes, Alyssa smiled, nestling her head on his shoulder. She wasn't yet gazing up at the stars, as her eyes were distracted by the stars in his eyes. Her left hand found his right, weaving fingers. His thumb remained free, playing with the ring on her finger.

"Sometimes I feel like I wasted a lifetime," he declared.

"Why's that?" she asked softly.

"Because it wasn't with you."

Alyssa flushed slightly, grinning, "But it was with me. Just not in this way."

"But the point is it should have been. It should have been you and me, not me and Susan. It should have been you and me, not me and Vicky," he declared. "It should have been—"

"No. It was exactly as it should have been. You wouldn't have three lovely kids if it had been you and me. It was exactly as it should have been, us being best friends, intimately knowing each other's souls before bodies," she stated. "I would not trade it for anything. Ever."



Sitting on the bed, Alyssa watched Chris pack. She had fought, and lost, to pack her own things. He didn't want her to stress her body with too much movement, especially after making love the night before outside of water. As she could still feel her toes and move everything all right, she thought Chris was being overly cautious, but relented to his arguements after about twenty minutes. Sometimes a man just needed to fuss over his woman. She knew that.

"Chris?" she said, watching him close the suitcase.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any idea how sexy it is to watch a man put away your underwear?" she teased.

He chuckled, turning to face her, "No. How sexy is it?"

"I would jump you now if we had the time," Alyssa declared with a straight face.

"You know very well it's not a time issue but rather a health issue," he replied.

"Exactly. The time would come from me convincing you that I really do feel all right for a quickie. Which would take far longer than the actual sex," she explained.

He smirked at that, "Right you are."

Alyssa stood, "See? Standing just fine. Legs aren't shaking at all."

"That's because I was extra gentle last night," Chris declared.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm fine, Chris. Perfectly fine."

He closed the space between them, his lips touching hers briefly, "Never said you weren't."

"Your tone did. And your eyes," she pointed out.

Chris kissed her again, "If we weren't about to be travelling for some ten hours, then I wouldn't hesitate."

"Bullshit."

"Lyss," he sighed, "I don't want you to be uncomfortable for hours on a plane just because I wanted to fuck."

"Even if it's me who wants to fuck?"

He chuckled, "Yes. Someone has to have some restraint here."

"And for some strange reason it's the rock star," she shook her head. "Maybe I'm marrying the wrong man."

His eyes went wide, "You can't mean that."

Alyssa wiggled out of his arms, "I could. But I don't. So since we're not going to fuck one last time on this beautiful island, I think we should go have some more cake. That was the best cake I've had in some time."



Once on the flight, Alyssa attempted to convince Chris to join her in the bathroom. She nearly thought she had, but he argued against it, believing it wouldn't be good for her body. Sure waking up without feeling in her legs after their first night of passion had freaked her out. But she was fine then. Perfectly fine. A little airplane sex wouldn't hurt a thing.

Though it did bother her slightly. She didn't understand why she was so horny. Sure she had been without sex probably about as long as Chris had been, but that didn't explain everything. Afterall she had longer dryspells before. There really was no explan— her eyes went wide.

"Lyss?" he asked, noticing her sudden change of facial expression. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she replied quickly, too quickly.

"Really. What's wrong?" Chris repeated.

Alyssa swallowed, looking out of the plane's window to ignore him, "Nothing."

His hand went to her chin, forcing her to look back at him, "Alyssa, what is wrong?"

She stared at him unblinking for a moment, "Um... well... you see... since I haven't been... active... I'm not on... anything... and... well... it does explain how... amorous I've felt lately..."

"I don't think I understand," he replied baldly.

"Chris, we could very well be pregnant," she stated softly. "I'm in my fertile stage of my cycle."

His eyes went wide and then he smiled, "That wouldn't be such a bad thing, Alyssa."

"Well no. Not really. I want children with you. I just don't know if you're ready."

"Me? What do I have to be ready for?"

"You already freak out about me and twitches with my legs. I cannot imagine things will be any better if I get pregnant," she stated.

He chuckled, "If that's the case, we'll deal with it when it comes up. I won't deny I'll fuss over you even more, but I think it will be waranted."

Alyssa sighed, "Don't cage me, Chris. When we're pregnant, don't cage me."