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As the Seasons Grey	By : christinecornell Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 150 -:- 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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It all happened so fast. Christine had taken off her coat and showed off her body donned in the nurse’s outfit as well as the fake knife on her belt. She felt so exposed and so out in the open as she knew that the costume was against the rules. The words of that girl in Mr. Hansen’s class haunted her, even though Alex and Eric had defended her, the good boys they were. And yet, she was there: she had chosen the costume for a reason, and that was to feel comfortable again.
She walked to the front of the cafeteria, past the kitchen counter so she could have a quick glimpse over at Nelly and the witch’s hat rested upon her head and the devilish grin upon her face. She felt like a model of sorts, even with the knife on her hip.
A girl who at one point found herself alone in her bedroom with a noose around her emaciated neck now a woman who made her way to the front of the room with fake blood on her face and arms, and her scarred body on display for everyone to witness for themselves.
Christine stood next to Eric there at the side of the stage, to which his face flushed a bright pink despite his being Dracula: he nudged a lock of hair back from the side of his head, and yet, it was futile given he needed his hair slicked back in order to win anything from that point forth. Christine kept her hand on the knife handle so her bare waist could be exposed.
Alex joined the two of them up there, donned as Sweeney Todd and with the fake straight razor out before him. He gave his hair a little toss back, complete with his eyes closed and a pleased smile on his face. The four girls from behind them congregated on Alex’s left, as if they wanted to brush shoulders with him. Christine close her eyes as she tried to not picture Marlene next to him, but when she opened her eyes and leaned forward for a look, she noticed her right there next to him, complete with the velvet crown on her head.
Christine resisted the urge to say anything to her right then once everyone lined up on the stage, and she was the one to go first as part of walking across the surface there. With a toss of her hair, and her hand on the knife, she went ahead with her back straight.
A few people in the cafeteria whistled at her, but she needn’t let that get to her. It was bound to happen, especially if she wore something sexy like that. She strode past Alex and the little smirk on his face, and she knew she could work from there. She kept her head up until she reached halfway when she unsheathed the fake bloodied knife for everyone to see.
“Killer nurse!” a guy out in the audience declared.
She flashed a smile before she reached the end of the stage, and she could feel their eyes were watching her. Soon, the memory of being the shy girl came back to her as quickly as it left, and yet she didn’t want to think this way. She wanted to wear that costume without the worry of people constantly staring at her with this look on their face as if they were ready to pounce on her with threats of suspension.
Indeed, once Eric and Alex had crossed the stage, the former caught up with her there on the floor, still slightly flustered and with a can of cream soda in hand. Christine shook her head as she took her seat at the table before the stage’s edge as Marlene went ahead with two fingers up for the peace sign.
“Damn, you were so good!” Eric told her once he took his false fangs out of his mouth.
“I got disqualified, I just know it,” she confessed to him as he sat down next to her. “Because I’m showing all of this skin where everyone is modest.”
“Mind, it’s best costume, not who’s the best dressed,” he pointed out as he cracked open the can of soda.
“True, true. Thing is it didn’t look like people knew what I was until I unsheathed the knife out and brandished it. Which is weird because you can see the little cross on my chest.”
“The results will come when they come, though,” he assured her as he brought the can up to his lips. Alex then sauntered over to them with a bottle of water nestled in hand and a baffled look on his face.
“You look lost,” Christine told him.
“Nah, I’m just curious as to where Eric got that cream soda,” he replied, once more with the smirk on his face.
“Vending machine,” he said with a straight face and a gesture back to the far side of the room, to which Christine burst out laughing. She needed a laugh, anyway. Alex shrugged his shoulders, but he stood up from his chair again and walked on over there.
“You wanna help Greg, Lou, and me hand out candy tonight?” Eric suggested once they were alone again. “We’re just gonna be in the front lobby of our building and especially since it’s supposed to rain tonight, too. There’s a lot of kids there, too, I’m just going to tell you that right now.”
“I’d love to,” she said with a smile. “I mean, you’re right up the street from me, we should do more stuff together before our trip anyway.”
He flashed her a wink as he took another sip and a big, long-haired guy dressed as Frankenstein walked across the stage, followed by a guy dressed as a mummy and a girl dressed as Raggedy Ann, with the pigtails and the red spots on her cheeks.
“What are Greg and Lou dressed as?” she asked him.
“Greg’s a devil and Lou is gum at the bottom of a shoe.”
“Gum at the bottom of a shoe?” she chuckled.
“Yeah, he’s dressed in all pink and has a shoe on top of his head. So far, everyone thinks he’s the Easter bunny.”
She laughed again, right as Alex slid back into the chair, still with the smirk on his face but with two cans of cream soda in either hand.
“What’re we laughing about?” he asked them as he handed Christine the can in his left hand.
“My friend Greg is a devil and my other friend Lou is gum at the bottom of a shoe,” Eric reiterated with a straight face, and Alex laughed at that.
“I gotta see that,” he said as he opened his can of soda, and he turned to the stage next to them. “What’s been our favorite so far?”
“The guy as Frankenstein,” Christine promptly said.
“Frankenstein, and Raggedy Ann, too,” Eric added.
“Just Raggedy Ann? There’s no Raggedy Andy?” Alex showed him an unsure smile.
“I don’t think so, I haven’t seen him.” Eric took another sip as a girl dressed as the original Strawberry Shortcake walked by, even with the head of red hair.
“I liked her, too,” Christine said.
“Oh, yeah, me, too,” Alex added. “That was kinda… blast from the past for me, too. I remember seeing those dolls everywhere when I was a kid. You walked by them in a store somewhere and they always smelled like good, like fruits or something out of a bakery. Straw-ba-ba-ba-berry Shortcake!”
Two guys donned in big foam pyramids strode together along the stage: the guy on the left wore mostly white and the guy on the right mostly black and gray.
“Heh, salt and pepper,” Eric chuckled.
“Surprised there hasn’t been mustard and ketchup, or a pea and a carrot,” Alex laughed with him.
There were a few more who walked by, but neither of them caught their attention.
“You should win, Alex,” Christine told him.
“Me? I’m hoping one of you or one of those four girls would win.” Right as the words left his cherry lips, two guys and a girl rounded out the last of the bunch. All three of them wore ivory white tunics with knee-high boots and thin gray belts around: she had done her hair into tight braids and curled them up on either side of her head.
“Or Princess, Luke, and Han Solo there,” Eric remarked.
“Right?” Christine laughed.
Nevertheless, it was Raggedy Ann who had won a small bag of prizes, followed by Frankenstein and salt and pepper, and a few people had suggested that it should have been the substitute teacher as Sweeney Todd or the final trio who should’ve clinched first place. But Alex shrugged and he raised his can to her.
Christine made her way over to the window at the kitchen counter, where Nelly was already taking orders for lunch, even with long false nails in electric purple and with a big black witch hat upon her head. Even with the apron on her body, she still wore that long black dress down to her knees.
“Hey, there’s Nurse Ratched!” she declared. “Man, all of us back here thought you and the Star Wars kids had it.”
“I thought I got DQ’ed!” Christine confessed. “Anyway, um—” Nelly turned to her with her eyebrows raised. “I’m going to be handing out candy tonight, but do you think I should keep it up with Alex?”
“When you’re dressed to kill like that? Absolutely. Tomorrow’s Day of the Dead, so definitely act on it.” She raised a hand as if she was casting a spell right then.
“Go in and scoop that man up,” Nelly advised her: the way she moved her fingers about made those false nails glimmer and glitter under the fluorescent lights overhead, like the fingers of an actual witch.
“Captain Howdy’s got nothing on me,” Christine vowed in a low voice.
“By the way, you hungry? Want something to eat real quick?”
“Please. This nurse has wielded so much that she’s worked up a little bit of an appetite. I’ll just have some pie.”
“Piece of pie—on the house,” Nelly told her with a nudge of the plate towards her and a wink. Christine picked up the plate and took a fork for herself, right as she realized that she only had a few minutes left of her lunchtime. Careful not to upset her stomach, she ate up the slice of blackberry pie and turned in her dishes before Eric caught up with her and asked about a slice of pie himself.
She then made her way to her next class, once again with her green coat around her body and her bag slung over her shoulder.
When she headed over to the bus stop, she noticed Alex coming towards her out of the corner of her eye, still in costume as Sweeney Todd.
“Hey,” she greeted him.
“Hey,” he returned the favor in a low voice.
“What’s happening?”
“You want to have dinner again?” he offered her.
“I’d love to have dinner again,” she replied as she further closed her coat. “I can’t really do it tonight, though, I promised Eric I’d hand out candy to trick-or-treaters with him.”
“Aw, you’re too kind. And—” She stopped in her tracks and turned to him and the thoughtful look on his handsome face.
“Can I just say, I love how you don’t wear makeup,” he remarked, and that sweet lopsided smile returned to his face. “You’ve always shown me your naked face. Even with the spatters of fake blood on you right now.”
“I don’t wear it just because I don’t like wearing it,” she told him with a shrug of her shoulders. He nodded at that.
“That’s so good,” he said. “Run along, don’t miss your bus.” He flashed her a wink, and then he bowed back towards the street for his car parked across the way from the campus. Christine scurried up to the bus stop where Eric already awaited her, but that time, he had let his long black hair down around his shoulders like a fearsome mane of a lion.
“Dracula, now Danzig?” she asked him as she strode on up to him, and he laughed at that.
“Pretty much, yeah,” he replied. “By the way, you want to tell me what’s going on with you and him lately?”
“Oh, he and I are merely friendly with each other. Like you and me.”
“I ask ‘cause word on campus is that you two got caught with each other the other day.”
Christine’s heart skipped a few beats at that.
“What! Where did you hear this?”
Eric shrugged. “I don’t know. I overheard some girl behind me saying that Professor Skolnick and the bloody nurse were hanging out together some time ago and they got caught.”
Christine shook her head. “Not true,” she told him. “Not true at all. I have no idea where she came up with that, actually. Or who said that to her. Did she say anything to you?”
Eric frowned and shook his head. “Not at all—she was just this random person to me, and I just overheard it right there in front of me. She was telling it to some other girl next to her, and it made me think about those four girls behind us in Mr. Hansen’s class, how they don’t seem like the gossiping type. Since class started, I never noticed them saying anything bad about anyone before.”
Christine knitted her eyebrows at that. “Wonder where she heard that,” she muttered, and the bus lumbered up to the curb before them. She padded onboard first, and then he followed suit right behind her.
The thought stayed in her mind as they returned to Queens, and she walked on home with him where those other two boys awaited them before the front step and the pair of Jack-o’-lanterns placed out there.
Greg had on those little sparkly Devil horns upon his smooth head, and he wore red and black from head to toe. But she burst out laughing at the sight of Louie and the pink jumpsuit with the slip-on rested upon the top of his head. He held out his hands on either side of his body and pinched his eyes shut as if he was preparing for a humiliation of some sort.
“Go ahead and step on me, Mama,” he cracked, to which the three of them laughed out loud.
Eric had invited them to have dinner of takeout at his cozy little place on the third floor, where Christine foresaw herself hiding out at should Captain Howdy come after her for real at any given moment in the future, somewhere inside that little bedroom or that small bathroom off to the side from there. Right after that, they sat in the front lobby of his apartment building with buckets of candy for the kids that lived there. At that point, Christine had taken off her coat again and kept the fake knife visible. She tugged the hem of top up a bit to have a touch more modesty because she took Eric’s word for it. The fake blood had stayed in place on her skin, but Louie noticed something about the splotches of red on her face.
“You want to wear some red lipstick to go with all that? I can run upstairs real quick and ask my girlfriend if you can use hers.”
“No—I’d rather be barefaced,” she told him, and she grimaced at the thought of sharing another girl’s lipstick.
“Excellent,” he remarked with a nod.
Eric was not exaggerating, either. She was taken aback by the sheer sight of children that lived in that building, as they all seemed to come forth in swaths, one right after the other. At least the four of them weren’t alone in handing it out as there were several other adults squeezed into that front lobby.
The sight of the kids made her think back to her own childhood, when she dressed up for Halloween and she gathered so much candy in the heart of Queens. She always nursed her bag all the way to January as well, simply because the candy was just so delicious to her. It seemed strange to think that she had developed the eating disorder that she did once they cleaned out their buckets and headed back upstairs for a bit before Greg, Louie, and the children all returned home for the night.
“You can spend the night here if you’d like,” he offered her as he ran a brush through his hair. “My couch is really comfy, and we can get breakfast tomorrow.”
“That’s real sweet of you, Eric,” she said. “But I really want to get out of this outfit and take a shower. We could still do breakfast, though.”
“What time?”
She paused for a second. “Ten?”
“Ten?” He gaped at her, complete with his hand out next to him. “No. At that point, we may as well have brunch.”
“Uh… okay, how ‘bout nine?”
He nodded at that. “A lot more doable.”
“Sometimes an hour is all you need,” she pointed out.
“Right? Anyway, I’ll be waiting for you.” He flashed her a wink, and she headed out of there and back to the drenched street outside. Christine tugged her hood over her head and shivered from the cold damp wind that ensued with the rain. It was only two doors down but she swore that it was longer.
The memory of Captain Howdy haunted those dark streets before her.
When she reached the outside of her building and took out her key, she raised her head for a look at the light on the corner down the block. Raindrops fell down in sheets in the amber light there, and she swore that Captain Howdy appeared there in the darkness, just outside of the light and ready to pounce upon her. Christine swallowed, and she unlocked the door and headed back up to the second floor and the sound of “Tubular Bells” from across the hall. She knew that her mother was going to be baking a pie or a cake soon enough for the introduction of autumn, and she would come on home to the smell of baked crust and cinnamon in the hallway.
Christine showered off and went to bed that night, eager to have breakfast with Eric that morning and dinner with Alex again.
Indeed, the next morning, when she made her way back up the street to Eric’s building, she spotted him waiting for her right outside the front step and with an umbrella over his head.
“So, where do you want to go?” he asked her over the noise of the rain. She remembered Nelly’s address, although she knew that they would have to go up a way for that, however.
“Well, how hungry are you?” she asked him.
“Pretty hungry. There’s a coffee house not too far from here, like around the rim of the cemetery, that Greg tells me has got the best pancakes.”
“Can we take a bus there, or—?” she asked him.
“Nah, I was thinking I’d drive us.” He took out his car keys, and he gestured her over to his little car parked right behind them there at the curb.
Indeed, he drove them around the rim of the vast cemetery, right dead center of the borough. Christine had a crazy idea come the next clear day and the next time she saw Alex once they reached the roundabout and Eric brought them to the cozy diner in question. They nestled down at the counter with cups of coffee in hand and plates of pancakes before them.
“Monterey, you said,” she declared over the noise of the diner behind them.
“Beautiful Monterey.” He took out his shiny little black phone from his pocket as well as a small piece of paper from his pocket. “I wrote down the address and the phone number of the hotel and everything. We’re going to be leaving here June third and I figure it’d be best if we spent a week out there: we’ll be coming home on the eleventh.”
“Just a week?” she asked him as she sloughed off a bite of pancake.
“Yeah, that seems reasonable,” he said. “Why, you wanna go longer?” She shook her head.
“Nah, I’m just playing with ya,” she told him with a smirk, and he snickered at that.
They fell back into momentary silence as they indulged in those light fluffy pancakes right before them.
“These are delicious,” she noted.
“See? I’ll thank Greg the next time I see him.”
They both chipped in for the bill and the tip for the waitress, and Eric offered to drive her home. All the while, he seemed a lot more flustered than before, and Christine wondered if he too had something he could not tell her right to her face right then. When she climbed out of the car, she looked back at him with the hazy gray morning sun at her back.
“Would you like to come on over sometime?” she offered. “Hang out and have some coffee and cake? This is literally the time of year my mom goes nuts with the baking.”
“Uh, yeah, I’d love to,” he said with a clearing of his throat. She swore that he winked at her again once they bode their goodbyes for now and she headed back upstairs to prepare herself for her third evening with Alex.
It was a fleeting thought, but she thought about red lipstick, specifically the one that Louie had offered to her the night before. She knew what she was doing when she took the next bus down to Alex’s building on the street with all the trees, all of them still different colors with it being the heart of fall.
She had no idea if it was from the fact that it was Day of the Dead, but the entire evening resembled a painting to her. He was the canvas where she was the artist in her own rite. His black hair spread over his shoulders, and the gray streak stood upon the crown of his head like a vein of silver down inside of the earth.
It was like a hallucination as she stepped inside of his apartment and took her spot on the couch. He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose and offered her a cup of coffee despite the sun having gone down.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” he asked her with a raise of his mug to her for a toast. She gently clinked the rim of her mug against his own, and they drank down in unison.
“So… it’s gonna be a while before the food gets here,” he told her in a low voice.
She squinted her eyes at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the little sugar skulls in the railing outside of the window: some of the neighbors had put them out despite the burgeoning rains for the evening.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked, also in a low voice.
“Is there anything you’d like to do?” he offered her.
“Except drink coffee and hang out here all evening?” she suggested, and then she shrugged her shoulders. “I dunno.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” he demanded with a slight chuckle. Christine directed her gaze to him, and she thought about what she had said to Nelly the day before. Captain Howdy may haunt those streets, but she had nothing on her. She licked her lips and swallowed: the taste of coffee at the back of her mouth was inevitable.
“Let me ask you a question, is the door locked?” she asked him.
“Always. We’re in Brooklyn, I always have to lock my door.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip, and she gestured for him to move on closer.
“Come here—” she coaxed him. He swallowed, and he leaned in closer to her face. “Come on, you can do it.” He set down the mug on the table and was about to take off his glasses, when Christine stopped him.
“The glasses stay on,” she told him in a near whisper. He moved his hand away from his glasses, and he leaned in closer to her face. Those cherry lips on her own for a soft kiss, which in turn sent a chill up her spine, and he pulled back from the feeling of her lips against his own.
She could see it in his eyes. She could feel it on his lips.
Christine cupped his face in her hands for an even bigger kiss, to which he put his spindly hands on the small of her back. They both tasted like coffee but she couldn’t care about that. She was actually kissing him, and he was kissing her in return.
His fingers stroked down her back to the bottom of her shirt, and he peeled it up for her.
It took her a second to realize that he was unhooking her bra for her.
She returned the favor for him, but with the button of his jeans instead. She reached down and stroked him with two fingers. His skin was smooth and warm, and her nails caressed over that extra sensitive spot.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he stopped her.
“What?”
He stood up and dropped his pants for her. “Okay, go ahead. There’s no way you can have a good of a grip on me with my pants on.”
Christine stood up before him and took off her shirt all the way, and she let her bra slide down her shoulders, down her arms, and onto the couch. She stood there, bare-chested before him, and she reached down to feel him a second time. Her nails stroked against the smooth skin yet again, and he moved in closer to her body to better feel her.
“Damn—fuck, DAMN!”
“You like that?” she teased him.
“Do I like that? That—That—oh, god!” He pinched his eyes shut as she stroke deeper on him, including a fingertip into the hole. He tilted his head back and she knew that he was ready once she gripped onto him
She raised her free arm up over her head to show off her bare breasts to him, and he opened his eyes for a look.
“Oh my,” he breathed out.
“Go ahead. Give me a kiss here.”
“Like this?” He bowed his head down for a swipe of his lips on her left nipple. The feeling sent another chill up her spine.
“More,” she begged him. Another kiss. “More!”
He switched sides, and she could feel herself rising from the feeling. He raised his head for a look over those glasses at her.
“I don’t have protection,” he confessed.
“Not a problem, baby,” she vowed to him in a low voice. “Give me your fingers.”
“Huh?”
“Fingers down low.”
He lowered his gaze to her jeans, and he showed her yet another smirk. He took them off for her, and then he stood before her, face to face, with his fingers down on her bare stomach, then down onto her bare crotch. Those long lanky guitarist fingers, right under her hood.
He bowed his head again for another kiss on her nipple, followed by a stroke of the sweet spot. She breathed harder from the feeling, and he slipped another finger in for double the feeling.
“To the left—” she grunted out.
He moved his middle finger to the left edge of her hood, followed by a light kiss right above her nipple, which in turn gave her a rush of blood to the head. She let out a gentle moan, something not even loud enough to be heard from anyone right outside the door.
He moved his other hand down to the side of her hip and her bare ass. Those long fingers, right on her bare skin, and when she believed no one would touch that skin, either.
Christine treated him to another soft moan as they ebbed and flowed like the ocean tides. Not once did Alex take off his glasses, especially when he brought his mouth to the side of her neck for a finishing.
“Phew…” She opened her eyes and gazed on at him and those shiny lenses over those deep rich blue eyes.
“How was that?” he asked her,
“Well… I don’t know what to tell you, Alex. Except… you’re quite good.”
He let out a low whistle. “That makes me feel better,” he softly said. “Really, that makes me feel a lot better about myself.” He ran his hand down her bare ass once again, closer to the space between that time, which made her body move in closer to him. “I’ve often been told that I’m restrained.”
“Not even,” she assured him. “I like it slow and steady, anyway. It’s easy on me and it makes me feel loved.”
“Makes me feel loved, too,” he said as he kissed the side of her neck yet again. “Maybe we’ll take it further again next time—and next time, I’ll have something to protect you.”
“Sounds good,” she said in a low voice, right as there was a knock on the door. Alex let go of her, and Christine picked up her underwear and jeans.
“We don’t tell a soul,” she quipped with a wag of her finger and a buttoning of her jeans. “Especially her.”
“Remember, what happens between us stays between us. And—Christine!”
She turned to him.
“You forgot this.” He had her bra in hand, cup inside of cup. She smiled at him as she took it and put it back on before she put her shirt back on. There was a second knock on the door.
“Coming!” Christine called out, and Alex handed her a twenty dollar bill to pay the pizza guy.
She couldn’t stop thinking about it all evening, even when she went back home that night on the last bus. In fact, every time she closed her eyes while she lay in bed that night, she couldn’t stop thinking about his soft lips on her chest or those fingers on her bare skin. It was like he knew where to touch her even in short little quips. Moreover, almost immediately, she didn’t care if they had just committed an affair, either.
She knew what she wanted, and he knew what he wanted as well.
And she knew that when he substituted for Mr. Hansen again on Monday, she would think about it over and over again. His face flushed when he saw her walk into the room, and he seemed to have a lot more difficulty in concentrating on the class before him.
He kept on nudging his glasses up his nose when he needn’t do that, and he kept on clearing his throat as well. Every so often, he flashed a glimpse over at her and snickered to himself. Alex finally picked up the nylon string guitar on the floor for another jam session.
Christine leaned back in her chair, and she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned her head at the three girls behind her.
“What did you do?” Colette whispered to her.
“I’ll tell you later,” Christine whispered back to her.
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