Alex pulled Syrena down on top of him, kissing her and gripping her hips as she settled down against him. He took note of how well her body rested on top of his. Hips fitting perfectly within his. His broad chest and tone torso was big enough for her dainty upper body to lay on him better than a puzzle piece in its right place, the nook of his shoulder and neck were just right for her to bury her face in as she got shy from all the kissing and touching. Her legs straddling one of his as he pulled her up, so they were face to face. Alex rested her forehead on his and he smiled up at her. They were in the room that she grew up in as a child at her dad's house, laying on her bed, that also folded up into a couch. The old house creaked, the floor boards as they snuck down the hall of the third floor groaned and complained, threatening to alert Syrena's father, who was in the living room watching Tv. She and Alex 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, finally hitting home base in her room as she closed her bedroom door carefully as he stood at the edge of her bed. Syrena smiled up at Alex shyly as she stood in front of him, his 6'4 masculine frame dwarfing her 5'2 petite one. He slid his arms carefully around her, pulling her against his body, kissing 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, feeling her press her ear to his chest and bringing her arms up his back to flatten her palms against his shoulder blades. Alex's thumbs hooked into the band of her sweats and underwear as he sat up a bit too pulled them off her completely. Syrena kissed his neck, up to his cheek, then to his soft pink lips. She moaned, starting to pant as the chill air wrapped around her skin as Alex pulled off her clothing.

Pulling away from his lips, sitting on his hips and unbuttoning his black dress shirt, licking her lips as she pulled it open and was greeted by an impressive 8-pack, pumped arms and gorgeous tan skin. She placed a feather light kiss to his stomach, just above his navel, then went back to his lips. Syrena unbuckled his belt, undoing the button and zipper to his jeans and paused above his package, gulping lightly and closing 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 on it. Ignoring it, Alex kicked his jeans off, gripping Syrena's hips again, kissing at her neck, throat and shoulder and 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 kissing her, their tongues fighting 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 Alex's neck.

"Alex." she panted, their chests heaving.

"Sy." Alex moaned, pushing deeper into her.

Syrena's head rolled to the side, she looked at the door, frowning. She paused, looking up at Alex and pressing her index to her lips, "Shh." she hushed him.

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, hushing her and started to press in and out of her again. Syrena was so close to start with that Alex picking up the pace a bit more in nervous anticipation didn't help her any. 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 and grunted breathy as he neared his time. Syrena broke the kiss, looking back to the door, hearing footsteps creaking up the third floor. Syrena pushed herself up, basically knocking Alex off of her.

"He's on the floor." she panted.

Alex panted wide eyed, finally hearing Syrena's father's steps coming up the hall. Both of them looked at each other, panting, wide eyed and her body still reacting to the pleasure Alex had brought her too. "What do we do?" he mouthed to her as her father called for her. He was halfway to her room, to discovering them and having a total freak out.

Syrena scrambled, grabbing her tank top that Alex throw on the floor and pulling it on with her underwear. She went to the bottom of the bed, opened the door and stuck her head out, smiling at her dad as he stopped, clearly startled by her, but smiled back her none the less.

"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 suspicious.

"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 life.

"No, no. It's alright. I'm just gunna 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 added.

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, pulled back into the room, closed and locked her bedroom door. She laid down half on Alex, who was laying on the bed against the wall. They smiled at each other and kiss a bit, before Syrena became shy again over the fact that they almost got caught by her father. Never did she think that after a long day of filming a short film with Alex, co-workers and their director friend Björne, she'd be sneaking 23 year old, Alexander Skarsgård into her house, with her father home and make love with him. It wasn't what she planned going to bed last night or when she got up that morning to start filming again. But here she was and it had happened, totally unplanned and utterly welcomed without the slightest hint complaint. Syrena's hand slid down Alex's sweaty chest and stomach, under the blanket that was covering his goods and gripped him firmly with her hand. Alex's eyes rolled shut, his lips parted and he groaned, turning his head to the side. Syrena kneaded and pulled him off, nuzzling and kissing his neck, cheek and temple. His arm came out from his side, wrapped around his slender waist, pulling her closer to him as he came closer to running off the edge. He pulsed his hips to the tune of her hand and just as he'd done for her, Syrena covered his groans with a kiss. Syrena ran her free hand through Alex's short, spiked blond hair and looking him in his blue eyes, their cheeks flushed and lungs burning with over use. Their bodies and minds praising them for the heaven that was just given to them. She laid her head on his shoulder, burying her face in the nook of his neck, 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 her head and resting his head against the top of hers and falling happily asleep himself.