Title: Yesterday to Tomorrow: Chapter Fifty-four, Cloud of Inebriation
Rating: NC-17 [violence, swearing, nudity, sexual situations]

Summary: Chris pushes for details of their time in Seattle. So Alyssa has a flashback.

Previous Chapter A Long Awaited Release

Current Chapter Cloud of Inebriation

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Limbs intertwined, Chris and Alyssa laid in bed dozing. They were both still dressed in the quick clothing they had donned upon leaving the bath. And they probably should have gotten out of bed and did something productive that day. But neither wanted to leave the other's embrace, not with the large elephant sitting in the centre of the room. And with the kids staying another night away from the house, alone time was a luxury they could partake of that day.

"Lyssa?" he asked softly, fingers stroking her arm gently. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She knew what he was asking, as they had danced around it since she birthed the elephant three hours prior. Open eyes going to his, she kissed him softly.

"No, my love, you didn't," she answered.

"I.... I don't remember it at all," Chris stated.

"I know," her fingers traced along his jawbone.

"Will you... will you tell me it? Everything?"

"Why?"

"Because.... I just need to know what happened. All of the details," he claimed.

"Chris, I don't see why it's imp—"

"Please."

Alyssa sighed, "If I tell you every little detail, will you be able to let it go?"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Then why relive the past when we have the present?"

"I need to know."

"Fine," she gave in. "I'll tell you all of the details."



Pulling on the ugly red polo shirt, Alyssa stared at her reflection in the mirror. Pulling her long brown hair from her face in a messy, yet work-approved, ponytail, she leaned a little closer to the mirror. Her eyes looked hollow, sunken. But that was probably just the dark circles from lack of sleep. She always looked that way when he was in town, even if she didn't spend any time with him. Which also meant she perfected the ability to cover up the darkness with makeup.

Not that she expected her mother would ever notice anyways. The woman never noticed anything, except how much Alyssa wiggled during communion services.

Leaving the bathroom, she headed back to her bedroom to collect her purse. Just as she left the room, the phone rang. Knowing no one else would answer it as her father had yet to return from work and her mother was at the grocery store, Alyssa answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Lyssie. Wanna come over?"

"I told you not to call here."

"Couldn't wait for you to call me. I miss you. Come over," the masculine voice requested.

She smiled at the receiver, "All right. Let me change. I'll be there within the hour."

"YES!"

Hurrying back to her room, she didn't even consider calling her work to tell him she wasn't coming in. It didn't matter. Chris was in town. And waiting for her.

Pulling the ugly red polo off, she stood topless in front of her closet. Pushing aside all of the mother approved clothing, which was hardly ever worn, her fingers flipped through her favourite tops. Deciding on a dark teal green tank top, Alyssa pulled it over her wonderbra before stripping her black work pants off. Replacing those with very baggy jeans, cinched to her small waist with a belt, she plopped on her bed to tie her Doc Martens on. Grabbing her favourite flannel from her closet, one 'borrowed' from Chris months before, she tossed it on, grabbed her backpack purse, and headed out of her house, barely remembering to lock the door behind her.

As an only child, her parents had bought her a car when she turned sixteen. It gave Alyssa far too much freedom, at least that's what her mother said. Her father argued that it was good for her. And as he controlled the family's money, he won that arguement. Jumping behind the wheel of her black Neon, Alyssa backed out of the driveway and headed to Chris's, the fastest way she knew how.

Bounding up the steps, she knocked on the door. When it didn't open immediately, she knocked louder. Finally the door swung open, a hand clasped over her wrist, and into the apartment of depravity she was pulled.

Dropping her purse somewhere near the door, she weaved through the familiar drunk people, looking for her Chris. Down on the Upside was finished and ready for release. Something about a May drop date. Not that she cared. All it meant was that Chris was back.

Seeing the familiar messy dark hair across the room, wiggling as he headbanged to whatever was playing before taking another shot, Alyssa grinned. She practically pushed the others aside, caring not who they were, just to get to him quicker.

"CHRIS!" she shouted, waving at him over someone's head.

At the sound of his name shouted, his head whipped around. Green eyes met brown and he grinned. The few people standing between them were.... unimportant suddenly. Both pushed more readily to get to the other.

His strong arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tightly, lifting her from the ground, "Oh how I've missed you!"

She giggled, "You have no idea how my life has sucked. I need a drink."

Holding her a bit longer, not even caring that his wife was somewhere in the mix of the party, he matched her smile, "That is something I can take care of."



She had lost her flannel shirt. And her tank top for that matter. But didn't really care. Not since she had already drank four beers and two shots. Which was precisely how she ended up on her back on the kitchen table. It had seemed like a good idea to offer her navel for shots. She didn't know who had suggested it, but there she was, eyes closed, feeling the tickle of someone's tongue every few moments.

It was all over suddenly. She felt the air change around her. Eyes opening moment before Chris's hands slid under her, Alyssa giggled and then gasped, seeing the anger on his face. A heartbeat later he was carrying her away from the kitchen, away from the party.

She couldn't understand his mumblings, a combination of his drunkeness and her own. But it wasn't really that important. He was home.

Not at all surprised that he carried her into the bedroom he shared with Susan, Alyssa giggled when he plopped her on the bed. She was even less surprised when he turned and locked the door behind him. With the fierce possessive edge in his drunken eyes in the moment, not a whole lot would surprise her when it came to Chris.

Stalking back over to the bed, he plopped down on it. For a moment he didn't mumble anything, didn't even look at her. And that's when she started to feel a little bit self conscious sitting there in a bra and baggy jeans, especially as he was only wearing a pair of long shorts. And in her drunken mind, fixing that issue meant removing the bra.

Turning to face her, Chris gasped, "Whar.... whar... Lyssie?"

Shrugging, she dropped the bra off the side of the bed. Though that action made her realize wearing shoes was silly too. So she lifted her right foot towards Chris. He stared at it, distracted from her breasts for the moment. Wiggling her foot some, she reached for the other one, deftly bending to untie those laces. Seeing what she was doing, Chris mimicked her, removing her right shoe and sock for her.

"Lysssssie," he groaned, eyes going back to her very naked chest.

It didn't matter to either in that moment that he was twice her age. It didn't matter that she would have to go to school in less than two hours and he would have to explain to his wife why he was locked in a bedroom with a teenager, should he even remember. Hell it didn't even matter that he had a wife. Because the magnetism between the two of them was far too strong to resist under the cloud of inebriation.

His arms circled around her bare back, pulling Alyssa sloppily into his lap. Lips that tasted like tequila met in a frenzied kiss. Tongues darted between lips unabashedly. Chris's hands pressed against her back, pressing her small breasts flat against his chest. She wiggled some, trying to get more comfortable in his lap, but the way he had pulled her into his lap was crushing her legs in a weird position.

"Chris," she muttered when his lips paused on hers for a moment. "Stop."

There was a brief moment of resistance in his bloodshot eyes, but he did as she asked, hands dropping away from holding her.

Alyssa quickly stood, her head spinning in the motion. Figuring since she was now standing, it would be a good time to remove her pants, since they seemed silly too, she undid her belt and let the overly large pants drop to the floor. Chris gasped, eyes darting from hers and down her body quickly. Without even a moment of consideration, she climbed back into his lap, straddling him on the bed.

Intense kisses erupted once more. This time Chris only held her to him for a moment, feeling her breasts against his own bare chest. His hands started to roam, roughly touching her baby soft skin. Mouth leaving hers, his left hand remained on her back, his right pressing on her stomach, willing her to lean back. She did as commanded, eyes watching his every drunken move. His hand left her stomach to cup her breast, holding it while he sloppily licked her nipple. She moaned, a sound that surprised her as she had never been vocal when making out with anyone before, since it was always stolen in shadows that her mother could walk into. Chris's mouth turned into a smile at her sigh and he moved to kiss the other breast.

Easing her back up, his other hand slipping behind her back once more, he kissed her deeply. The kiss was still sloppy, but Alyssa didn't care at all. A moment later he leaned back, pulling her with him. For only a moment they remained like that, giving her the opportunity to break away and end it all.

Of course she didn't.

He rolled the next moment. Drunken kisses moved from her mouth, back to suckling on her pert breasts. She whimpered some when he bite down on the nipple.

Without a moment of hesitation, Chris left her to remove his shorts. In that motion, Alyssa feared that he wasn't going to finish what fire he had stoked. But a moment later, he was reaching for her, moving her towards the centre of the bed. She giggled as his fingers touched her in ways she had never been touched before. That sound was like cathedral bells in his drunken mind and he grinned, kissing her quickly.

His hands traced down her body, fingers colliding with the cotton of her panties, such practical panties. He smirked at the touch of the Hanes, knowing full well her mother naturally would only buy white cotton briefs. For a moment his hammered mind wanted to dress her up in pretty lingerie, something that would shock her mother. But that moment was fleeting, because he wanted something else that would shock her mother. He wanted, no needed, Alyssa.

"Lyssie....." he groaned, shifting on her so that she could feel what he needed.

"Yes, Chris," she replied, wiggling under him.

Tracing over the waistband of her panties, his hands slipped under her hips, pressing them up into his body. He groaned at the contact, though the purpose of such was to remove that little white barrier. Her hands slapped onto his shoulders, squeezing tighter. For a moment a little voice in the back of his mind told him that she was telling him to stop. Oh if only he could have. The alcohol had rendered the stop function in his brain ineffective.

Dropping her damp panties over the edge of the bed, he took no time in touching her small mound. She was blissfully hairless, as was befitting her age, her very young age. But he had a feeling that was on purpose, not natural. Not that he cared in the moment, especially when her love juices dripped onto his fingers.

"Fuck, Lyssie," he groaned into her ear before biting it softly.

She squealed at the touch of his hand and mouth. From her reaction, he knew she was ready for him, wanting him as much as he wanted her. And he was very glad he had removed his own underwear upon removing his shorts a few moments before. No time to waste.

A thought of asking if she had ever been with someone before flitting in his mind. But that passed as he slipped his hands over her thighs to part them. She groaned, wiggling on the bed. His lips met hers, biting on her bottom lip as he slowly eased himself into her. Alyssa whimpered some, her tight body not at all accostomed to his or any other's for that matter.

"Lyssie?" he asked, feeling a slight resistance in her body.

She shook her head, knowing what he wasn't asking.

His eyes flashed some emotions, which she couldn't quite label in that moment. Possession and triumph seemed to be imbedded in the passion, but she thought nothing more of it as a breath later Chris thrust fully into her. Crying out more in pain than anything, she clung to him. His next three thrusts were slow, testing her body. When her fingers dug into his skin once more, he grinned and increased his pace.

After a few more thrusts, the pain was completely gone in her body. Instead another feeling was starting to fill her body, a tension she had never truly felt before. And her intoxicated mind had no clue what it meant But it meant nothing a few minutes later as Chris's body shuddered. That she understood, especially when he rolled off of her.

Not wanting to sound naive and ask him if that's all that sex was, Alyssa turned on her side, her back to her naked and now sleeping lover. Perhaps had she not still been able to taste alcohol on her tongue she would have cried. But instead her lips curved into an elated smile, eyes noticing the soft light around the bedroom's blinds.

She had just lost her virginity to her best friend.



Waking groggily, Chris turned over in bed, reaching for the body next to him. Eyes still closed, his arm slipped over her waist, his face snuggling in her soft hair. His hand wandered about her skin softly, slowly working its way to her breast. Inhaling her scent deeply, his brows furrowed, knowing that Susan never smelled like strawberries. That was Alyssa's scent. His mind realized that about the same time that his hand found her breast, a breast a cup size smaller than Susan's.

Pulling abruptly away from her, he stumbled out of the bed. Barely managed to remain upright, he clicked on the nearest lamp. Eyes laced with spidery redness, turned to the bed. Scanning her backside, he knew without a shadow of a doubt it was not Susan. And just as certainly, Chris knew it was Alyssa, teenage Alyssa.

A string of slurred obscentities left his mouth as he began to pace. He didn't even pause to think as he pulled a flask of something out of a dresser drawer. Draining the flask entirely, shaking it to make certain it was in fact empty, Chris returned it to its hidden storage place. Turning, his eyes went to the bed.

She was gone. Scared eyes darted around the bedroom, just knowing she was about to bash his head in with a lamp. But there was no sign of Alyssa. At all. Not her clothes, not her presence. Only her scent lingered in the air to indicate she had been the one who left the bedroom door open.

Muttering more curses, he barely had presence of mind to pull his shorts on before stalking out of the bedroom. Empty beer bottles and cans littered the flat surfaces in the apartment. People lay in puddles of drool, the strong scent of alcohol floating about. Picking up a mostly empty bottle of tequila, Chris drained that as well as he searched the apartment for Alyssa.

Making his way to the front door, he frowned finding it open. She had fled. As if she hadn't been there in the first place.