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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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Christine awoke early the next morning, just to the feel of Alex’s body pressed up against her. His flesh was soft and tender, and every inch of him felt warm to the touch. She ran her hand down the curvature of his back to his hips and the seat of his pants: after their little wet dreams from the hours before, he had changed into a clean pair of pajama bottoms and never hesitated to crawl back into bed with her.
She kept her hand on his waist: just a few extra pounds made a world of difference for him. He was so soft, soft and sweet, although he had a long way to go before he developed a full, round belly, but she still relished the softness. Every inch of his skin there, and every inch of him feeling warm and safe against the harsh cold of the cabin.
Christine thought about him in her clothes, and especially with the way her jeans bagged around his hips and thighs, and the button itself slacked well underneath his own waist. He had such a beautiful body, one that needed to be lovingly kissed and caressed, not discarded to the side as his mind was misused and manipulated by someone whom he had trusted before. Her fingers slid down onto his ass, and she gave him a gentle squeeze, like she was squeezing a ripe little avocado. Indeed, the mere shape of his body made her think of a little avocado: the extra pounds stuck onto the middle of his body like a little belt, and it in turn made his hips poke out a bit more.
She pressed her other hand up against his soft belly a little more, and she smiled. Everything was so warm and healthy on this frigid cold morning after the last day of Hanukkah, and so soon before the hours of Christmas morning as well.
She thought of spoiling him some more, but that time, she considered a different kind of indulgence all for him.
His face right before her own, and she pressed her lips onto his forehead: she couldn’t do it without caressing some of his wiry bangs there at the front first.
She moved her lips down to the full tip of his nose, followed by his cheekbones. His skin was soft and delicate, and his body was warm and precious. She ran her fingers through his inky black hair, through those wiry roots at the scalp, and down through the thick curls down over his upper back.
He showed a little smile, even with his eyes still closed and his head still bowed down from her own face. Christine reached down for more kisses on his little cheekbones, and he rolled over onto his back: the crown of his head touched the bottom of the pillow at that point. She giggled at him as she slid further towards him for more gentle little kisses.
“It’s almost the Solstice,” he whispered out to her: his cherry lips parted by only a hair. He tilted his head back so she could have a view of his neck. Christine slid her hand over his chest and onto his shoulder: she hooked one leg around his hip.
“It actually is,” she breathed into his lips. “The darkest day of the year, my beautiful boy.” She kissed him on the neck again, and he put his arms around her.
“Mmm, you’re on top of me,” he told her in between pecks.
“I am on top of you,” she whispered to him. “And it’s early in the morning and I'm in a little mood for some lovin’, baby.” She kissed the side of his neck again, and she could feel him shifting his feet about right underneath her. His knees pinned together, and he huddled further down into the mattress as if he was cold.
“A little loving for some cinnamon,” he declared in a husky voice. “All warm and spicy like a cup of hot chocolate.”
“Hot chocolate is yummy after all,” she pointed out, and she ran her tongue along the side of his neck. He gasped at the feeling, and he set his hands onto her hips for a gentle squeeze. His fingers crept over her bare flesh; while she continuously kissed him, his fingers made their way down to the space in between her legs.
She thought about putting on that latex suit again for him.
Those long, lanky fingers wormed down upon her ass cheeks, and down in between her legs for a tickle of her lips. He shot out his tongue: Christine lifted herself into a push-up position over his body so she could have a better view of his face.
“Are you—?” she asked him, and she gasped at the feel of his fingers in between her lips.
“I dunno, am I?”
“Besides, you’re fingering the wrong spot,” she pointed out.
“I know, I know. I just wanted to prepare you for it—” He slipped his thumb underneath her hood for a slight fingering. He tucked his tongue into the corner of his mouth as he fingered her with the tip of his thumb and his middle finger. It was as if he was rubbing a little ball of cotton together in between his fingers: the feeling sent her hips into a tight gyration, so tight in fact that she sat upright for a second. She lifted off him, and she tugged down his pajama bottoms to reveal himself to her.
Christine took a glimpse down at him and his length through the dim morning light: he wasn’t fully erect, but she knew how to get him there.
She suspended herself over his body, so her breasts hung down over his bare chest.
“As tight as a cherry,” he whispered to her: his eyes caressed over her taut nipples, and he showed her his tongue again. She took another glimpse down to see him rising, as well as his fingers still tucked into her hood. He gave her another fingering, and that was when she took her spot on him once again. It was a bit difficult given she wasn’t as wet as she liked to be, but she was eager to get things moving for the two of them. She clutched onto the top of the mattress, on either side of his body, and she gyrated down on him as if she churned some homemade butter.
She bore her bare breasts to him, and she locked eyes with him.
She could feel him firming up inside of her. He parted his lips all the way, and he treated her to a soft moan from the back of his throat.
Things were so soft and warm still, even in the cold bedroom.
She ground down even harder onto him, and she could feel herself moistening up at each and every sway of her own body over him.
Alex closed his eyes and let out another moan from the feeling.
“Come on, Alex,” she said. “Come on—heal for me, baby. Heal for me!”
“God...” he sputtered out. “God damn it!”
She slowed it down some so her knees wouldn’t rub so hard on the bedsheet, and that was when he opened his eyes again.
“Yes...” he groaned. “Yes—yes!” He reached forth for a caress of her breasts and her bare waist. “This is driving me crazy—fucking hell!”
Christine sped it up again, and then she leaned over his body, and she lifted right as he came: his load missed her by a few inches.
Alex lay his head down on the pillow, out of breath: his chest heaved from the feeling, and his eyes stayed closed for a few more seconds. Christine lingered over his face for a better view of the fine sheen of sweat on his brow and the side of his neck: the pale morning light filtered through the window and made his skin glimmer like the snow outside of the cabin. He parted his lips and let out a low whistle.
“Sometimes that’s all you need at six o’clock in the morning,” he said in a broken voice. She kissed him on the tip of the nose, followed by his little cherry lips.
“Did I get you?” he asked her.
“Nah, I had a sense you were going to get off soon enough,” she told him with a shake of her head. “We have no protection laying around here, so—y'know, I have to tread carefully.”
“Of course, of course...” He let out a low whistle again, and he squinted his eyes at the pale morning light through the window behind them.
“Since it’s the shortest day of the year, I have an idea to use what light we have,” she told him with a tap of his nose with her finger.
“Does it involve—being naked or something along those lines?” he asked her with a slight raise of his dark eyebrows to her.
“Maybe. Shower off, and I'll show you.”
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