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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 46 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Started life as kinky Christmas-related short stories in 2022 and took on a life of its own shortly thereafter. 100 fiction, none of this is real, and I own nothing except for the character of Christine.

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Alex ran his fingers through his black curls: a few of those tight tendrils wound around his long and lanky fingers. He had his bare back turned towards Christine, who had rolled over onto her side and propped her head up on the palm of her hand. Through the dim light, she made out the shape of goose pimples all over his skin, all up and down his spine and over his ribs.
She lowered her eyes down to his hips and the fact that he still was naked.
She showed his back a little smile, and she lifted herself up onto her elbow. Alex never moved a muscle, and she inched closer to him. She ran her fingers over his shoulders and then down onto his shoulder blades.
He flinched at the feeling of her fingertips there. Christine slithered closer to him: her nude body up against his own, and he relaxed at the feeling, especially when she pressed her breasts up against his own.
“I just remembered something,” he started. Christine put her arms around his chest and planted a gentle little kiss on the smooth side of his neck.
“What’s that?”
“Tomorrow’s the first night of Hanukkah.” She gave him a couple more of those little kisses.
“Aw! We’ve got that menorah in there—let’s give her a lighting and a proper ceremony.”
“It’s nothing special,” he confessed with a shrug. “It’s lighting the menorah for eight nights, eating latkes, and spinning a dreidel. It’s not like, say—Rosh Hashanah, or even Passover, right before Easter. The Jewish New Year and the death of Jesus.”
“I kinda want to do something, though,” Christine insisted with another kiss on his neck, which she followed up with a gentle caress of his chest. “I want to feel closer to you through your heritage.”
“That’s so sweet of you, Chris,” he said in a low voice.
“I have to be gentle with you,” she pointed out as she brought her face to the side of his neck to better take in his scent. She ran her hand down from his chest onto his stomach, and then down onto his belly button. “Mmm… so gentle with your heart and your body.”
He set a hand upon her own there on his waist, and then he lifted her hand up for a kiss on the back.
“Mmm…” she hummed right into his ear. She brought her other hand down to his waist for a soft stroke of his skin, all courtesy of her fingertips.
“You got enough juice left in you, my snow bunny?” he asked her in a soft, husky voice.
“I think I should ask you the same thing, my prince,” she retorted to him. She kept on stroking his skin there and he showed her a small, but sweet and definite smile.
“So soft,” she whispered to him, and she began to breathe a little harder at the feeling of his body against her own. “I love how soft you are. God, it’s so cute…”
“You should feel the butterflies in my stomach right now,” he whispered back to her.
She had no doubt in her mind that there was no one else in the world, no one to take him from her. It would have to take death itself to take him from her arms, from her heart, but even then, he could never escape her.
Christine gave him another kiss on the side of the neck, and he shivered from the feeling of his lips there.
“Mmm, where are those pants you were wearing?” he asked her.
“You mean your pants?” she corrected him. He paused for a second.
“Yeah, they are,” he declared in a flat tone, and she giggled at him.
“I think they’re over there,” she replied with a gesture to the spot on the floor right across the room. She gave him a gentle pat on the chest before she allowed him to stand up and walk on over there. And naturally, she had a full view of his bare ass as he made his way over to the crumpled pair of jeans on the floor. He scooped them up, and he tugged them over his legs: the legs themselves bagged around his thighs and his knees, and she knew it was all from the fact of her own rather wide hips and thighs.
“Aw, I stretched them out,” she groaned.
“It’s actually not that bad,” he assured her with a shake of his head as he zipped up those jeans and the waist laxed around his own. “I kind of like how loose they are now.” He held still for her to see for herself: the button hung rather far down below his belly button, and the waistband straddled the tops of his hipbones to accentuate them as well as the smoothness of his skin there. “They hang off my hips now.” And he held his arms close to his body to accentuate his slender, svelte shape.
“And that’s really sexy on you,” she assured him as she lay face down on the bed before him, and she propped her chin up in her hands to better admire him. “It’s so very sexy, as a matter of fact.”
Alex ran his hand down from his chest to his stomach, and then down to his belly button and the smooth skin underneath. To think that only a single layer of denim separated her from a view of him, and to think that his jeans clung to him in such that a way that it would only take a slight gyration of his hips to let them fall down his legs and down around to his ankles.
“I just got an idea,” he said with a raise of his finger to her.
“What would that be?” she asked him, and he licked his lips, a slow lick of his tongue as well. He held his fingers to the waist of the jeans so they would stay in place, and he lowered his eyelids at the sight of her, especially since she was lying face down on the bed before him. Her bare ass out in the open, and her breasts pushed together underneath her body.
He took a step closer to her.
“I want that bare ass,” he started in a low, husky voice, “to sit on me.”
Christine raised an eyebrow at him.
“Sit on you?”
“Yeah.”
“Like... on your face?” she asked him with a slight chuckle.
He shook his head. Christine held still as she thought about what he wanted from her, and then she thought about his baggy jeans. And it clicked right then and there.
She climbed off the bed, and she stood there on the edge with her bare breasts down before her and the full hourglass shape of her body out in the open all for his viewing pleasure.
“I feel like I'm about to indulge in a feast of sorts,” he confessed as he took his seat there on the other edge of the bed, opposite from her.
“You are,” she declared as she rounded the foot of the bed. She relaxed every inch of her body as she walked on over to him: every inch of her naked body on display all for him. He showed her a sweet little smile, complete with his head bowed a bit and those deep eyes still hooded as if he was the one who seduced her.
He set his hands down on either side of his hips and let his thighs relax. She had a full view of his crotch area, as well as the inside of his thighs: the button of the jeans still remained right underneath his belly button. Even as he sat down, it looked as though the jeans were about to fall right off his legs and down around his ankles. The fact that he was naked under there only made her nipples tighten up as they would under a layer of intense cold.
“Have a seat,” he told her with a clearing of his throat.
“Lean back,” she commanded.
Alex reclined back onto his elbows, so she had a full view of his smooth belly and that soft skin underneath his waist.
“Not that far,” she clarified for him. He hoisted himself up onto his hands, so his body remained at an angle. He bowed his head, which in turn made his black curls sprawl down over his shoulder and his chest. The thickest, most luxurious mane, topped with the little plume of gray at the crown, as if to serve as his crown jewel of sorts.
“Have a seat,” he told her again.
Christine strode over to him, and she took her spot right onto his lap. She relaxed all the way, with her bare ass spread over the tops of his thighs. The denim cradled her bare skin, and she leaned back against his body as if she was trying to squash him.
“I just think about how you like having your ass tickled,” he pointed out.
“True,” she said, and then she gasped, and her face lit up as well. “Oh, I see what you’re getting at here.”
“Mm-hmm.”
She bent over a bit, and she set her hands down on the edge of the mattress to steady herself. She swayed her hips somewhat over the top of his lap. The denim brushed up against her skin, especially around that sensitive spot that was her anus. A shiver ran up her spine at the rough sensation as well as the thought that only that fabric separated her bare ass from his slight erection was a single piece of stretched denim.
She set her feet down on the floor so she could raise herself off his lap just enough for him to run his hands on her ass as well.
“I think you can be stimulated a bit more,” he confessed to her.
“I think so, too,” she assured him, and she lowered herself down a bit as if she was about to take a seat again. But she rubbed harder over the tops of his thighs instead: the denim rubbed and grated against her bare skin. She closed her eyes as she gyrated on top of his lap, a nice little amateur lap dance filled with that rough denim right upon her bare skin. She pushed her ass against his own bare skin as if for him to have a little taste of his own medicine as well.
He set one hand on her right side for a slight squeeze.
“Harder,” she told him.
“I’ll squeeze harder if you grind down harder on me,” he retorted to her, and she gasped at that.
“Oh, bad boy! Talking back to me!”
Alex snickered at that.
“You know what?” she teased him. “Just for that—” She stood up all the way, and she turned towards him, and she put her hands up at the back of her neck to lift her hair off there. But she bestowed him a full view of her naked body. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of her.
“Whoa,” he blurted out.
“Yeah. Yeah, you want some of this, big boy?” She ran her hands down her breasts and down the full shape of her body.
Alex lunged for her, and Christine bowed away with a little wag of her finger.
“Oh, ho. Ha! You're gonna tease me?”
“If you’re gonna be a naughty boy like that, then yes,” she insisted as she pressed her hands to her hips and bowed forth a bit, so he had quite the view of her breasts as they hung down from her chest. She shook her hips a bit to make them shake. He lunged for her breasts again, and she bowed away from him again, and she gave him another wag of the finger.
“Let me hold you,” he begged her. “The same way you were holding me.”
Christine showed him her tongue again.
“Please. I’ll be good. I promise.”
“You promise?” she teased him with a gentle tap of that aquiline tip of his nose.
“I promise, I promise.”
She gazed into his eyes, and then she showed him her tongue yet again. She stood up, and she turned around, and she took a seat on his lap again.
His long, lanky fingers caressed over her waist, and he rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Oh, yeah, that’s so nice,” he whispered right into her ear. “So good.”
She turned her head for a kiss on the side of his face. He slid his hands up onto her breasts for a feeling of her bare nipples.
“Those callused fingers on me, like the denim of your jeans,” she said with a gasp. “Touch me good, Alex.”
He ran his fingertips around the rim of her nipples, and she breathed harder. She set her hands down on either side of them, and she gyrated ever so slight over the top of his lap. He then gasped.
“What?” she quipped at him, concerned.
“You feel that?” he asked her.
“What?” She held still so she could feel that firm sensation in between his legs.
“A little swipe is all it takes,” he told her. She held onto the edge of the mattress so she could grind harder upon his lap. The denim rubbed hard onto her skin, but that was the least of her concerns, however. She was about to get him off with her amateur lap dance courtesy of those baggy pants.
As she moved harder down upon him, she could feel him rising underneath that denim. He gasped, quiet little whimpers as if she was about to get him off at any second. He breathed harder, and yet he remained quiet. She was about to do it for him. She was about to push him right over that edge all by the mere power of her own body as well as the feeling of her lap upon him.
“Oh, my god,” he blurted out in a slightly louder voice. She let out a low whistle, and then she breathed a bit harder herself, as if she had been running this whole time instead of giving it to him. She gave him a few more little grinds on top for a final blow, and then he threw himself down onto his back. Christine stood up from his lap, and he opened his legs to let it all out.
She made him cream his jeans.
“Fucking hell...” he breathed as he brought his hands up to his forehead.
“So good,” she decreed.
“Hey, would you like some breakfast for real this time?” he asked her as he lifted his head for a look at her.
“Please,” she replied with a little flutter of her eyelashes at him.
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