Sweet Serenity
Title: Sweet Serenity
Writer: Me!
Summary: Even when everything pulls them apart, they always get back together. Somehow.
Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard/OFC
Rating: Nc-17
They were in the room at Syrena's dad's house in which she had grown up as a child. She and her 23 year-old co-star, Alexander Skarsgård had snuck in the back kitchen door, paused as her father asked where Syrena had been, then crept up the kitchen stairs to the third floor. The floor boards of the old house had groaned and complained as they snuck down the hallway, threatening to alert Syrena's father. This was the last thing she imagined would happen when she set out this morning for a day of filming, but here she was. It was totally unplanned and utterly welcomed without the slightest hint complaint.
Alex stood at the edge of Syrena's bed while she smiled up shyly. At only five foot two, his six foot four inch frame dwarfed hers completely. He slid his arms carefully around her, and pulled her against his body, then kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest, pressing her ear a bit closer to listen to his heartbeat. Alex smiled down at her, bringing her arms up his back to flatten her palms against his shoulder blades, then hooked his thumbs into the band of her sweats and underwear and pulled them off.
Syrena kissed his neck, up to his cheek, then to his soft pink lips. She moaned, starting to pant as Alex removed the rest of her clothing and the chill air wrapped around her skin.
Pulling Syrena on top of him, Alex kissed her and gripped her hips as she settled down against him. He took note of how well they fit together, how her dainty upper body lay against his broad chest like a puzzle piece in its right place, how the nook of his shoulder and neck were just right for her to bury her face in when she got shy from the kissing and touching. Her legs straddled one of his and he rested his forehead against hers as he smiled up at her.
Pulling away, she sat back on his hips and unbuttoned his black dress shirt, licking her lips as she pulled it open. Alex's golden tanned skin, tight stomach and strong arms were gorgeous. Syrena placed a feather light kiss to his stomach, then unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zipper to his jeans. Pausing above his package, she gulped lightly and closed her eyes.
Alex's head came up and he planted a kiss on the side of her face, flipping them over on the bed, which popped and protested the sudden shift of weight. Ignoring it, Alex kicked off his jeans and gripped Syrena's hips again, kissing at her neck, throat and shoulder as he pushed into her.
Syrena moaned loudly tilting her back and digging her nails into the backs of Alex's arms as he pressed in and out of her. Alex brought her face back to his and kissed her as their tongues fought each other for dominance. One of her hands went to press to the center of his chest and the other gripped the two anchor necklace that hung around his neck.
“Alex,” she panted, her chest heaving.
“Sy,” Alex moaned, pushing more deeply into her.
Syrena's head rolled to the side and she looked at the door, frowning. Pausing, she looked up at Alex and pressed her index finger to her lips. “Shh,” she shushed.
Alex stopped and frowned down at her. “What's wrong?” he asked, brushing her hair away from her forehead.
“My dad's on the second floor,” she mouthed to him.
Alex looked back over his shoulder at the door, then back to Syrena. He nodded and started to press in and out of her again. Syrena gasped at the movement and Alex had to press his lips firmly to hers to keep the loud moan from escaping her and causing her dad to come to her room. Syrena wrapped her legs tightly around Alex's hips as he pressed harder into her making her moment of pleasure so much stronger. Her nails raked from the tops of his shoulder, down to the small of his back and around to his hips. Alex groaned in pain then grunted breathily as he neared his time. Syrena broke the kiss, looking back to the door, hearing footsteps creaking up the third floor. In panic, Syrena pushed herself up and all but knocked Alex off of her.
“He's on the floor,” she panted.
Alex stared wide-eyed, finally hearing Syrena's father's steps coming up the hall.
Syrena looked back at him, her body still reacting to the pleasure Alex had brought her to.
“What do we do?” he mouthed to her as her father called for her. He was halfway to her room, halfway to discovering them and having a total freak out.
Syrena scrambled, grabbing the tank top that Alex had thrown on the floor. Pulling it on with her underwear, she crossed to open the door and stuck her head out, smiling at her dad as he stopped.
He was clearly startled, but smiled back nonetheless “Are you okay, Syrena?” he asked her.
“Yeah, daddy. I'm fine,” she answered him.
“What are you doing in your room?”
“Laying down.”
“In the dark?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“I have a migraine,” Syrena lied.
“Oh, do you want me to make you some tea? It could help.” Her father was a sweet and loving man, helpful to people to the point of near insanity. But Syrena loved him with all her heart.
“No, no. It's alright. I'm just gonna go to bed. I've had a long day.” She blushed.
“Alright.” He nodded, half turning to go back down the stairs. “I love you, Sy.”
Syrena gulped looking him dead in the eyes. He knows.
“Love you too, daddy,” she replied.
Her dad nodded again and disappeared back downstairs to the living room. Syrena let out a breath of relief when she couldn't hear his steps anymore. Pulling back into the room, she closed and locked her bedroom door, then lay down half on Alex in his place on the bed against the wall. They smiled at each other and kissed a bit, before Syrena became shy again over the fact that they almost got caught by her father. Syrena's hand slid down Alex's sweaty chest and stomach, under the blanket he'd pulled over his goods and gripped him firmly with her hand. His eyes rolled shut, his lips parted and he groaned, turning his head to the side. Syrena kneaded and stroked him, nuzzling and kissing his neck, cheek and temple. His arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her closer as he neared he edge. He pulsed his hips with the rhythm of her hand and just as he'd done for her, Syrena covered his groans with a kiss. Running her free hand through Alex's hair, she met his blue eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his breath labored. She laid her head on his shoulder, burying her face in the nook of his neck. Then, trailing her fingers back up to his chest and holding his necklace again as she started to fall asleep. Alex smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head, and resting his against it, he fell asleep happily.
Writer: Me!
Summary: Even when everything pulls them apart, they always get back together. Somehow.
Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard/OFC
Rating: Nc-17
They were in the room at Syrena's dad's house in which she had grown up as a child. She and her 23 year-old co-star, Alexander Skarsgård had snuck in the back kitchen door, paused as her father asked where Syrena had been, then crept up the kitchen stairs to the third floor. The floor boards of the old house had groaned and complained as they snuck down the hallway, threatening to alert Syrena's father. This was the last thing she imagined would happen when she set out this morning for a day of filming, but here she was. It was totally unplanned and utterly welcomed without the slightest hint complaint.
Alex stood at the edge of Syrena's bed while she smiled up shyly. At only five foot two, his six foot four inch frame dwarfed hers completely. He slid his arms carefully around her, and pulled her against his body, then kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest, pressing her ear a bit closer to listen to his heartbeat. Alex smiled down at her, bringing her arms up his back to flatten her palms against his shoulder blades, then hooked his thumbs into the band of her sweats and underwear and pulled them off.
Syrena kissed his neck, up to his cheek, then to his soft pink lips. She moaned, starting to pant as Alex removed the rest of her clothing and the chill air wrapped around her skin.
Pulling Syrena on top of him, Alex kissed her and gripped her hips as she settled down against him. He took note of how well they fit together, how her dainty upper body lay against his broad chest like a puzzle piece in its right place, how the nook of his shoulder and neck were just right for her to bury her face in when she got shy from the kissing and touching. Her legs straddled one of his and he rested his forehead against hers as he smiled up at her.
Pulling away, she sat back on his hips and unbuttoned his black dress shirt, licking her lips as she pulled it open. Alex's golden tanned skin, tight stomach and strong arms were gorgeous. Syrena placed a feather light kiss to his stomach, then unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zipper to his jeans. Pausing above his package, she gulped lightly and closed her eyes.
Alex's head came up and he planted a kiss on the side of her face, flipping them over on the bed, which popped and protested the sudden shift of weight. Ignoring it, Alex kicked off his jeans and gripped Syrena's hips again, kissing at her neck, throat and shoulder as he pushed into her.
Syrena moaned loudly tilting her back and digging her nails into the backs of Alex's arms as he pressed in and out of her. Alex brought her face back to his and kissed her as their tongues fought each other for dominance. One of her hands went to press to the center of his chest and the other gripped the two anchor necklace that hung around his neck.
“Alex,” she panted, her chest heaving.
“Sy,” Alex moaned, pushing more deeply into her.
Syrena's head rolled to the side and she looked at the door, frowning. Pausing, she looked up at Alex and pressed her index finger to her lips. “Shh,” she shushed.
Alex stopped and frowned down at her. “What's wrong?” he asked, brushing her hair away from her forehead.
“My dad's on the second floor,” she mouthed to him.
Alex looked back over his shoulder at the door, then back to Syrena. He nodded and started to press in and out of her again. Syrena gasped at the movement and Alex had to press his lips firmly to hers to keep the loud moan from escaping her and causing her dad to come to her room. Syrena wrapped her legs tightly around Alex's hips as he pressed harder into her making her moment of pleasure so much stronger. Her nails raked from the tops of his shoulder, down to the small of his back and around to his hips. Alex groaned in pain then grunted breathily as he neared his time. Syrena broke the kiss, looking back to the door, hearing footsteps creaking up the third floor. In panic, Syrena pushed herself up and all but knocked Alex off of her.
“He's on the floor,” she panted.
Alex stared wide-eyed, finally hearing Syrena's father's steps coming up the hall.
Syrena looked back at him, her body still reacting to the pleasure Alex had brought her to.
“What do we do?” he mouthed to her as her father called for her. He was halfway to her room, halfway to discovering them and having a total freak out.
Syrena scrambled, grabbing the tank top that Alex had thrown on the floor. Pulling it on with her underwear, she crossed to open the door and stuck her head out, smiling at her dad as he stopped.
He was clearly startled, but smiled back nonetheless “Are you okay, Syrena?” he asked her.
“Yeah, daddy. I'm fine,” she answered him.
“What are you doing in your room?”
“Laying down.”
“In the dark?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“I have a migraine,” Syrena lied.
“Oh, do you want me to make you some tea? It could help.” Her father was a sweet and loving man, helpful to people to the point of near insanity. But Syrena loved him with all her heart.
“No, no. It's alright. I'm just gonna go to bed. I've had a long day.” She blushed.
“Alright.” He nodded, half turning to go back down the stairs. “I love you, Sy.”
Syrena gulped looking him dead in the eyes. He knows.
“Love you too, daddy,” she replied.
Her dad nodded again and disappeared back downstairs to the living room. Syrena let out a breath of relief when she couldn't hear his steps anymore. Pulling back into the room, she closed and locked her bedroom door, then lay down half on Alex in his place on the bed against the wall. They smiled at each other and kissed a bit, before Syrena became shy again over the fact that they almost got caught by her father. Syrena's hand slid down Alex's sweaty chest and stomach, under the blanket he'd pulled over his goods and gripped him firmly with her hand. His eyes rolled shut, his lips parted and he groaned, turning his head to the side. Syrena kneaded and stroked him, nuzzling and kissing his neck, cheek and temple. His arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her closer as he neared he edge. He pulsed his hips with the rhythm of her hand and just as he'd done for her, Syrena covered his groans with a kiss. Running her free hand through Alex's hair, she met his blue eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his breath labored. She laid her head on his shoulder, burying her face in the nook of his neck. Then, trailing her fingers back up to his chest and holding his necklace again as she started to fall asleep. Alex smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head, and resting his against it, he fell asleep happily.