Christian Grey (heartsnflowers) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-06-09 13:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, christian grey |
Who: Christian and Alyssa
What: A bit of frivolity
When: 6/1, the Orange County Snow Day
Where: Alyssa's house
Rating/Warnings: PG13, FTB smutty things
Status: Complete
Christian would be damned if he’d ever understand this bloody place, but seeing as he no longer had to go into work that day, he figured he’d get out and have some fun. Given that the mother from hell was still out of the country (Brazil, or so Alyssa had mentioned), he had headed straight for Alyssa’s house. Though not in the Aston; in the BMW he still hadn’t sold. He wasn’t going to risk his firstborn child in fucking snow.
He parked down the block from Alyssa’s house, hoping she’d be home. He didn’t want to look creepy, but at the same time, he liked surprise. And thank God he had gloves.
He leaned down, scooped up a bit of snow, and sent a fat snowball flying right at her bedroom window.
Alyssa had been reading in bed, taking the afternoon to lounge in bed in her PJs, drinking a cup of tea. When the snowball hit, she squawked. “OI.” There was a particularly bratty child in the house next door, and she stuck her head out the window, expecting to be greeted by the world’s most obnoxious eight year old. “Do that again, you little shit.” Then she realized it was her boyfriend. “Oh. Uh. That wasn’t meant for you.”
Christian couldn’t help but laugh delightedly. He threw another, smaller snowball at the window, expecting to miss. “Miiiiss, can Alyssa come out and play?”
He didn’t miss, but he was lucky his girlfriend had exceptional speed and stamina. She caught it and hurled it toward his leg, not wanting to hit him too hard in a place that he’d whine about. “That’s creepy. But yes.” She didn’t own any proper winter clothes, but she dug through her closet and found a pair of wellies and a jumper that was huge. Gloves, well. Gardening ones would have to do.
Returning to the open window, she smirked at him as she boosted herself up, sitting with her legs dangling out. He was probably going to freak out at her jumping, but oh well.
“Ow!” Christian pouted for a second, but then it turned into shock when she jumped. “Bloody hell!” Sometimes it was hard to remember that she was special and wouldn’t get hurt. “Trying woman.”
She’d landed on her feet, doing a quick somersault to offset the inertia. “What? I am not.” She grinned at him, looking at his leg. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” It was more surprise than anything. “But I was trying to be fun and spontaneous. And maybe get snow in your hair.” Christian just liked poking her, which should be obvious to her after all this time. “And it’s not creepy! Sometimes you’re like a schoolmarm, and sometimes you’re fun.”
“Calling me miss was!” She grinned, moving to wrap her arms around him. “You are fun and spontaneous, you know.” She smirked at him, moving onto her tiptoes to kiss him. “I hope you didn’t drive your first love over here.”
“I could’ve said Mummy.” Christian swatted her bum, because he could. “And God, no; I drove the BMW. I’m not risking a bloody Aston in this.” The idea of smashing up his very own personal Aston Martin gave him heart palpitations.
“I think my vagina would have fallen out,” Alyssa murmured, nose wrinkling. “Ugh. I’ll wear my school uniform for you, but no calling each other familial nicknames, please.” She flopped backward in the snow, making a snow angel. “Do you have the day off?”
“Yes. Commute’s too dangerous, or so says the boss.” Christian snorted. “Try going through a pissing rainstorm from Blanchardstown all the way out to Ashbourne when the M2’s under construction.” The M2 was one of the most congested motorways in Ireland.
“To be fair, at least people there understand how driving in the rain works.” She assumed most people in Orange County were either curled up and crying from the snow, or just at home.
“Fair, I suppose. But the point being, most of the people who live here are wimpy.” Christian made a face. “I haven’t seen snow in yonks. It’s rather lovely out, I must admit.” And almost romantic, if he were to admit it.
“It’s beautiful.” She smiled, sitting up and pulling her knees to her chest. It was probably the first time Christian had seen her in trousers. “We should do something. Dunno, go to the beach or something.”
“I wonder what snow looks like on sand.” Christian smiled a little. “Really, I just wanted to see what you were up to.” He’d had enough work for a millennium. He’d wanted to spend time with her.
His admission made her smile. She looked perfectly pleased, and she bit her lower lip. “Just reading and having a cuppa. Though now that you’re here, that’s absolutely changed. We should go .”
“Do you trust me to drive in this?” Christian raised an eyebrow, amused. “I did just state my credentials.”
“I can poof us places,” Alyssa grinned. “Or we could just shag by the fireplace. Why on earth does Mum’s house have a fireplace? I’ve never understood that.”
“I know that, but have you ever been to the beach? What with your delicate condition?” Christian smirked. “Not that I’d mind shagging, incidentally.”
“We could shag on the beach,” she grinned. “And yes! Once. Briefly.”
“Just enough to know you’ll suffer if you go back again?” Christian chuckled. “I feel like we should do some sort of warm-weather thing, just to be contrary. A walk down the boardwalk?”
“Enough where I can say I’ve been so the locals will leave me alone.” She stood up, dusting off her bottom and walking back over to the house. “That’d be lovely, actually. I’ll still need my parasol and sunscreen, though.” It was still sunny, and sunburn due to snow being reflective was absolutely possible. Turning to him as she went inside, she grinned. “You should’ve seen your face when I jumped out of the window.”
“Still? It’s not precisely sunny.” Well. It sort of was. It was a weird reflective light. He did laugh when she teased, though. “I tend to forget you’re some fancy messenger of Heaven.” Honestly, he tried to forget most of the time; he didn’t want to think about faith, or the fact that such a lapsed Catholic as himself would probably fulfill his mum’s prediction and go straight to Hell.
“It is so!” She reached out to tug him by the shirt into the house, pulling him into a snog. There was no rule that said they had to go straight to the beach. “I’m a warrior for Heaven, and don’t you forget it.”
“Hardly could, given I’m sure I’ll wind up ... what did Dante say? In a tornado?” Was that the punishment for the lusty?
“Damp whirlwind, yeah.” She tugged on his hair to pull his head back so she could nibble below his Adam’s apple. “And you won’t, lust’s not a sin. At least not in my dreams. So long as you don’t use it to spread sorrow or suffering.”
Christian liked that nibble, and his rumbly noise signified it. “I certainly didn’t on purpose.”
“So you’re fine. Except where you’re wearing trousers,” Alyssa grumbled.
“How dare I wear trousers. I’m so sorry.” Christian laughed in spite of himself, pulling her toward the nearest flat surface.
“You can wear them, just learn when you need to take them off,” she grinned. Her smile was impish, and she moved to sit up on the kitchen table.
“Yes, miss.” Christian wrapped her legs around his waist. “Thank you, miss.”
She was undoing the buttons on his shirt, looking up at him with love in her eyes. “Have I mentioned lately you’re a bit of all right?”
“Took it as understood.” Christian kissed her, traveling down to nip at her neck.
“Good,” she sighed. “I try to let you know every once in a while so you don’t forget.”
Some time later, Christian was able to catch his breath, smiling. “It’s nice to spend time with you,” he said simply. “Work’s been rubbish and the dreams are shite.” Alyssa helped it go away. Though he wouldn’t be so silly and romantic as to tell her that.
“What’s wrong with work?” Alyssa leaned up on one elbow, kissing his chest gently. His dreams were always awful, but he’d seemed to like his job.
“Bank’s not making as much as they want to.” Christian shook his head. “They’re talking about making some changes, and it makes me a bit nervous.” Change always wound up fucked worse than the original method.
“Ugh. Change is never a good word in the corporate world.” Alyssa wrinkled her nose and let her head rest on Christian’s shoulder. “Nothing to do I suppose, except possibly perform as well as possible. Making yourself indispensable.”
“It’s so,” Christian agreed. “But in the meantime, you’re a brilliant distraction.” He meant it. “And I mean, how often does this place get a fucking snow day?” He kissed her gently.
“Usually only in December.” She felt herself shiver when he kissed her. His kisses were always amazing, but the gentle ones set her knees to wobbling. “Still fancy that walk, or would you rather shag again?” Having sex in her house was something she hadn’t thought she’d be able to do again due to memories, but she hadn’t thought of Damian once. It was liberating.
“Hm.” Christian thought for a minute. “One more for the road?”
She grinned and moved to straddle him, kissing him as gently as he’d kissed her. “Excellent,” she murmured. There really wasn’t a better way to pass a snow day than this.