Title: Yesterday to Tomorrow: Chapter Seventy-four, Playing with Euphoria
Rating: NC-17 [violence, swearing, nudity, sexual situations]

Summary: Chris and Alyssa struggle to keep up with their libidos.

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Land. Finally.

It wasn't that Alyssa hadn't enjoyed their four-day cruise, or the multitude of dives they went on. She was just very ready to be back on land for more than a few hours. Get her land legs back, as it were.

Plus it meant three more days until she saw her babies again. Not that they were really hers, but she missed them like they were. Some times she could forget they were on the other side of the ocean. Some times she could focus completely and wholly on Chris. But every now and then, she wanted to hear the kids giggle over something stupid Chris had done.

And she was anxious to begin the search to define herself as more than just a wife. How they were going to go about doing that, Alyssa had no clue. But she foresaw trips to bookstores, art supply stores, and the like in the future. She knew all too well that Chris would move the world if he thought it would make her happy. And maybe it would.

Watching at the ship pull into the bay, Alyssa bounced eagerly. She knew that timing was of the essence. They would slip off the small cruise ship and directly onto the small jetboat taking them to the next resort. It would be one of the last ship rides there in the Maldives; the final one taking them to meet their plane back to Singapore.

"Baby," Chris kissed her neck, his arms looping around her waist, "are you ever going to relax?"

She nodded, "Just not at the moment. Timing is so very important right now, Chris. We're not going to miss our boat."

"Right you are. Because they'll wait for us."

"I... oh okay," Alyssa replied, but didn't really relax at all. "Still I rather like to make certain the ship gets into harbour all right."

"Baby, they've been doing this for years. I'm pretty sure you can put faith in their ability to steer a ship safely to dock," he claimed.

"But still."

He chuckled, kissing her skin again, "Everything's fine, baby."

"But—"

"Everything's fine, baby," he repeated. "We'll be in our little villa in time to unwind before a leisurely meal and then watch the stars come out."

"I like stars."

"I know," Chris replied, his hand drifting up from her abdomen to cup her breast.

"Okay, randy husband, that's enough now," her fingers pulled his hand from her breast. "We're about to disembark."

"Awwww," he pouted.

"Later... much later," Alyssa stated, heading towards where the others were jumping off the ship.

Within minutes, their luggage transferred, Chris and Alyssa were headed to their third and final leg of their honeymoon. Once again, Chris wouldn't tell Alyssa anything about it. So she turned to badgering the resort's employees who were there to escort them. By the time they reached the island, she knew it was an One & Only resort. It was located at Reethi Rah, a larger resort than their first, having an area devoted to just children. And she was pretty certain they would be staying in a villa with large hammock-like nets suspended over the ocean.

Chris would neither confirm nor deny anything the employees said. He merely looked around as their jetboat pulled into the bay. Excited once more, Alyssa leaned out of the boat, wide brown eyes looking at everything they passed, heart racing as the boat slowed. She practically jumped over the reception attendants to get out of the boat, Chris's hand holding hers being the only thing restraining her.

Sitting in the back of a buggy as they were whisked to their villa on Franginpani Beach. Alyssa poured over the resort's map, trying to decide what she wanted to do. But before she could really look it over, Chris pulled the map carefully from her hands. He kissed her temple and tucked the map into his shirt pocket just as the buggy came to a stop outside an ocean villa.

"Number 108 is the one on the left," their guide declared, pulling their luggage off of the buggy. "I will carry your luggage there, sir."

Chris was going to argue that it wasn't necessary, but the man was already carrying their luggage towards the villa. So instead he slipped his hand over Alyssa's and followed the employee into the villa. Slipping a large bill into the man's hand, Chris thanked him, releasing Alyssa's hand simultaneously. When he turned back from closing the door, he found she was no where to be seen.

"Lyssie?" he called, heading into the bedroom.

"OUT HERE!" she replied.

Following her voice, he grinned, finding her stretched out on the large net that extended from the deck over the ocean. Her eyes were staring down through the netting into the blue waters, probably looking for fish. Removing his sandals, he headed out to join her, laying beside her.

"This going to be okay for you? Or should we go back to the first place?" he asked, eyes meeting hers in the reflection below them.

"Oh this will work just marvelously, Chris. Just marvelously."



"Lyssa?" Chris headed out to the deck once more.

Not surprisingly, he found her laying on her stomach in the net suspended over the ocean. For a moment he stood where he was, watching her. After some time of that, he realized she was very much asleep. Smirking he headed over to where Alyssa lay. He wasn't quite sure how he could manage to get her off the net and carry her to bed. But he couldn't let her just sleep in the net. Who knows when she would wake up? He had a feeling it would be after the sun rose the following morning. And he wasn't about to leave her there to burn in the rays of the sun.

Crawling across the net towards her, Chris kissed her neck gently. She moaned a little but didn't really stir. Arm slidding over her back, he kissed her once more. Alyssa still did not turn over.

"Baby?" he breathed near her ear.

"Just another minute, Chris," she muttered.

"Baby, come to bed," he requested.

"Can't stay here?" she mumbled.

"No. I don't want you to get a sunburn."

"Then just rub some sunscreen on me," she suggested, lazily.

"Come to bed, baby," Chris breathed.

"Uh uh. I'm comfy here," Alyssa argued.

"Lyssa," his hand ran across her back again.

Groaning she turned over, causing his hand to run over her breasts. He smirked at the unintentional contact, though the moment his eyes went to hers he knew unintentional it was not. The glint in her eyes, adding a spark to her chocolate-coloured irises instantly turned Chris on. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, not worrying about being gentle in it at all. She responded in kind, arching her back to press closer to him.

Her arms looped around his neck and she muttered, "You know nudity isn't allowed in the Maldives."

"Public nudity," Chris clarified, hand slipping under her shirt.

"Then let's get naked," she purred.

He chuckled, already working her shirt off. Chris's hands expertly caressed and tweaked her nipples, his mouth kissing hers gently. Alyssa's hands wandered down his back, heading to the hem of his shirt to pull it off. Pulling away from her, he pulled both his and her shirt off, paying no mind where they landed. His hands then travelled down to untie the sarong about her hips. She giggled as his lips touched the pulse in her throat, knowing full well he would be pleasantly surprised after getting the sarong off.

Chris gasped slightly when his fingers found bare skin rather than panties under the sarong, "When did you stop wearing panties?"

"Who cares? Just make love to me," she replied, fingernails draggin gently across his skin.

Lips caressing her skin once more, he did as she asked, ignoring his recent discouvery, at least for the time being. A moment later he laughed against her flesh as Alyssa's toes moved to the waistband of his shorts, hooking into the belt loops. Curious to see her... finesse, Chris pushed up from her, but made no further movements to help her undress him. With their bodies no longer pressed together, Alyssa slowly straightened her legs, working his shorts down his legs. She was even mindful to drop her hands down between them, gently working his erection out of his shorts with her hands while her feet continued to pull the clothing down. Chris forgot to be impressed with her dexterity as her hands had wrapped around his newly exposed body part and gently stroked him.

"Remind me to thank your yoga instructor when we get home," Chris muttered before lowering back down onto Alyssa, his lips touching hers.

As Chris was taller than her, he had to shrug the remainder of his shorts off, her toes couldn't reach to pull. But that wasn't nearly as important as where each of their hands were. As Alyssa was still stroking him, Chris decided to re-pay the favour and his fingers had slipped into her, causing her to wiggle and groan.

Alyssa's hand left her ministrations and caught his wrist, pulling his hand out of her. With a smirk, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his body towards her. He wasted no time slidding into her warm sheath. Their mouths met once more in a hurried frenzy, slowing down in the kiss as their bodies melded fully together.

Slowly Chris pulled out of Alyssa while her toes gripped the rope hammock below her, providing Chris with deep and easy access. His fingers danced over her skin, playing her emotions like a finely tuned guitar. His mouth teased her skin, nipping at it gently between kisses. Alyssa purred in reaction to his caresses, her body arching to meet his practically before he could even pull out.

As both played with euphoria, a gentle rain began to fall. Alyssa giggled as the warm rain started to kiss her face. Smiling at her joy at the turn in the weather, Chris paused in his thrusts, holding himself deep within her. Drinking of a kiss, he pulled out and rolled off of her. Not even a breath later, Alyssa too rolled, straddling him. Their eyes locked before their mouths touched.

Pressing her legs to his, Alyssa slowly started to move. Rather than moving quickly up and down, her hips gyrated slowly. His hands reached and caressed her breast for a few moments, rubbing the rain droplets from her nipples. His fingers slowly traced the rivulets of water down her skin, before slipping in to tease her clitoris once more. The combination of Alyssa's structured gyrations and Chris's wandering hands pushed both closer and closer to ecstasy.

Stopping, Alyssa tossed back her hair and leaned back, her hands resting on the net below Chris. For a few moments, Chris merely caressed her stomach, her mound, her clit. He revelled in watching the rain run down her skin. And there was something so very powerful at keeping her just at the edge of orgasm, the way her body quivered for release; the way his body ached for release.

"Chris," she moaned.

And that was all it took to cease his caresses. Hands settling on her hips, he pushed up into her. Quickly he thrust in and out, hearing the crescendo build in her soft moans. With a final deep thrust, he held her body tight to his, feeling her shiver around him, bringing him fully to orgasm inside of her. As the world stopped turning, they remained locked in the throes of ecstasy, a torrent of rain flowing over their bodies.

Chris sat up, his tongue licking up the mixture of sweat and rainwater that ran between her breasts. Capturing her mouth in his, thie tongues touseled for a moment before he laid back down, bringing her with him. They were still primally connected; Chris not at all surprised he remained rigid inside of her.

"Chris," she breathed, snuggling against him for the moment, "I love you."

"I think I might love you more," he teased, smiling gently.

"Nah," she argued. "When the rain stops..."

"We'll go inside," he declared, before gently rolling, not losing their connection, "but not until I make love with you again."



Strolling down one of the island path's hand in hand, neither spoke. After their activities the night before, a slowl relaxing day was in order. An hour of yoga in the pavilion was the most strenous activity they had planned that day. Otherwise it would be leisurely walks, dips in the pool, long naps in each other's arms, languid meals in the sand. Nothing too exciting or that would break up a sweat.

At least in public.

Maybe it was the rain that fell the previous night. Or maybe the fruit delivered to the villa in the morning was spiked with something. Whatever the reason, whenever in the privacy of their villa, Chris and Alyssa attacked each other like nothing else. Chris suddenly understood Alyssa's lack of clothing on her bottom half and was just as instantly grateful the third time they pressed against the wall in ecstasy.

That was probably the cause for staying away from the villa come mid-afternoon. Both needed a break or else chafing was likely to occur. Both knew that and so sought lazy distractions about the isle. Chris suggested diving, but surprisingly Alyssa declined the offer. Instead she sat in his lap on a white sandy beach, watching the waves and the clouds roll in. Another rainshower kissed their skin, arousing both of their libidos once more, but as they sat in plain view of anyone, only a few kisses were shared.

"You suppose the guys wouldn't mind us taking a week long vacation every few weeks?" Chris asked.

Alyssa chuckled, "Just for sex?"

He grinned, "Maybe."

"While I don't think your bandmates would have any issues with that, I think the kids might," she replied.

His grin faded, "Right. Well, we'll take them to Disneyworld to make up for that."

She laughed, "But I wanna go there without kids first."

"Really?"

Pivoting in his lap to meet his eyes better, Alyssa nodded, "Of course. I've never really been to a theme park before."

Chris stared at her for a moment, "Really?"

"Really," she replied seriously. "When would I have, Chris? We never left Seattle when I was young. My dad always said my mother was afraid of travelling. And after I left home, I was too cool for theme parks. And in college, never really had the time. When I had a break from school, I was always trying to get to wherever you were. I don't recall you ever hanging out at Sea World or Disneyland or Six Flags then."

Smiling he shook his head, "Then we'll have to hit some theme parks when we're on tour during downtimes."

"But we'll have the kids with us," she pouted.

He kissed her pout, "Who do in fact understand 'adult time.'"

"I suppose so."

"Don't frown, love. Your smile lights my world."

"Don't you go trying to romance me now, Christopher. We're having a serious conversation."

"About Mickey Mouse?"

"Uh, yeah," she replied exasperated.

He kissed her nose, "You're cute."

"Well thanks, but that doesn't really change anything," she declared.

He chortled, "Baby, I'll take you to a theme park without the kids, if that's what you really want."

"I have another request."

"All right."

"Grow your hair out."

"Excuse me?"

Keeping a straight face, she replied, "Like you wore it before we met. Really long. Longer than mine."

"Are you serious?"

"Do I look serious?"

He hesitated, "Yes."

"Then there you go."

"Are you really serious, Lyssie?" Chris asked again.

"Yes!"

His hand left her waist, rubbing the back of his neck, "Well, all right. If you really want me to..."

"Good."

A silence hung between them for a moment.

"Are you really, really serious?"

"Fuck no," Alyssa replied. "But it was fun watching you squirm about it."

His eyes narrowed but Chris snickered, "That's more than a little sadistic, Lyssie."

"But it was fun."

"Bitch."

"Maybe. But you love me," she replied, standing from his lap to turn and straddle it, her lips touching his as her arms draped over his shoulders. "You know what I really want?"

"What?"

"Let's go parasailing tomorrow."

Chris rolled his eyes, "That's what you really want to ask of me?"

"Yup. I'll need some more activity after this lazy day," she claimed. "Besides, tomorrow is our last full day here. So let's do something we normally wouldn't."

"Damn, I was hoping for ocean sex," he teased.

"We've already done that," Alyssa argued.

"Okay, okay. We'll go parasailing. Anything else, princess?"

"Hmmmmmm.... we should go to the gift shop here. See what they have for the kids," she suggested.

"We can't go anywhere until you get off of me."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," she retorted, wiggling in his lap. "And I think I'm hungry. So let's get something to eat too."

"I know what I would like to taste," he stated huskily.

"Yeah, that's nice. Let's go buy your daughters and son gifts," Alyssa stated, jumping up before he could loop his arms around her and hold her to him.

"I maintain the previous aforementioned 'bitch' title," Chris grumbled, getting to his feet.

"Which works. Since you're a dog. We compliment each other very well," she countered.

Grinning his arms looped around her waist, pulling her into a kiss, "So very well."