Hey guys,

I wanted to write about these two for a while now, after seeing the movie in the cinema and buying the Blue-Ray last week. It's such a great love story and such a worst ending. I was so down from that. So, here's my take on Ally and Jack. Nobody died, of course.

Ally and Jack are going to stay over at Lorenzo's over Christmas. Easier said than done.

Have fun with these 1448 words of pure fluff. I hope you like it!

Your colasun

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"Jack!", she giggled. It was so hard to be strict with him sometimes. "We can't!" That's what her mouth said, but her traitorous body just didn't get the message. Her behind inched closer to his crotch. While her mind really was willing, her flesh was so so weak when his rough fingers were touching her with such tenderness and love. "You sure? 'Cause ya don't sound sure." His deep voice and hot breath were sending shivers down her spine and his mouth seemed attached to her neck while he spoke. In any other circumstance, she wouldn't hesitate to either give in or initiate something herself. "My dad's just in the other room!" It was a good argument. It really was. When she had explained it to him before they'd gone for a long Christmas weekend to the place she had called home before she had moved in with Jack. He even promised to try to behave himself. Which wasn't very convincing, to begin with, so she packed a pajama instead of wearing what she would wear in their own bedroom. Where they could be loud and noisy, with colorful words and all and didn't have to worry about a thing.

One of his big hands had sneaked under her pajama top and with just the tips of his fingers he was stroking the skin he revealed.

"So ya never had someone up here?" She turned around in his arms as best as she could within the limited space her bed was proving. It was bigger than a single bed but had nothing to their bed at home. "You'd like to know that, don't you?" Their noses touched briefly before their lips finally made contact. It wasn't the peck Ally had intended to tease her husband with. It was deeper than that. Wet and with tongue and his thick beard was scratching her face, was making rasping noises under her touch and they were most certainly anything but quite while making out. Damn that man and his effect on her. He was wearing just a T-Shirt and boxers to bed and that really did nothing to cool her down. Her hands made quick work of his shirt. After she freed him from it, she let it fall somewhere on the floor... or wherever.

The last weeks were so busy. Trying to wrap everything up before the holidays, so she didn't have to work on actual Christmas and could take a break through the remaining part of the year. To her manager's everlasting dismay. He'd wanted her to do this and that, be present, yadda yadda. But she had put her foot down on this. What Jack had said when she had visited him in rehab had stayed with her the entire time and got her thinking. Especially the beautiful love song he wrote from the bottom of his big heart and wanted her to find it when she was herself again. Even if she didn't actually want to admit it to his face and at all, she'd known what he meant. As an actual result, she began to change her hair back to its original color. Seems to her like he noticed the change like he's noticing everything. People just didn't give him enough credit.

So maybe she was a little bit of a hypocrite to say to him to not do anything and being all over him at the same time. Because she was all over him. Her hands exploring him as if she'd never seen him semi-naked before and basking in the sensation of his mouth worshipping her breasts. Making her forget why this was in fact not one of their brighter ideas. Never again could Ally look her father in the eyes if he overheard them because they just couldn't restrain themselves for a couple of days.

"We shouldn't.", she tried again. It was weak and unconvincing even to her own ears. "Can't be quiet, can ya?" There was amusement in his voice. Like she was oh so vocal and he was oh so in control and in the position to give her some kind of advice. Asshole, she thought on the brink of laughing. Would serve him right if she'd teach him a lesson. On the other hand… he was just teasing her and she loves whenever he's in such a playful mood. He was even sexier with that boyish grin and the crinkles around his eyes. Pity they didn't have cake or cream to go with it.

"I can if you can." Her mouth was on his good ear, whispering the words like a challenge. Throwing all her good resolutions and reasoning out of the window. "I like the way ya think.", his deep voice rumbled back. Not much thinking involved there, she thought and kissed him again. It always felt so good with him. From the very first time in that fancy hotel room, he had taken her to after the show. Drunk or not, he always wanted her to feel good with it. With him.

When they're playful, things almost anytime got really quickly really messy. Jacks hair resembled a birds nest, her bun wasn't a bun anymore and hell if it wasn't fun to hush each other once in a while. The laughing abruptly stopped however when they rolled again without there actually being space to move. Together they fell out of bed, still in boxers and pajama pants, which they had tried to wiggle out of and both of them laughed almost hysterically after exchanging shocked looks. Ally really tried to contain it by putting her hands over her mouth, Jack lying under her. Of course, the noise attracted attention and so it came to no surprise when there was a sudden and overly loud knock on their door. Accompanied by excited barking from Charlie, who guarded the room from the other side of the door. Thank god her father didn't just waltz in. Might have shocked him for life. "Everything okay? I heard something crash." Her gaze turned from the door back to her husband, who didn't laugh anymore. "Jack?" His hands on her hips were a little too tight, his expression grim. "What? What's wrong?" Desperate for him to talk to her she framed his face, so he would focus on her. Again it pounded on the door. "Ally? You in there? I'm breaking the door down if I have to!" Lorenzo sounded serious and she wouldn't put it past him to do just that. "It's okay, Dad. We're fine." Jack was looking anything but fine, but she wouldn't expose him that vulnerable to her father. "Talk to you later!", she added. "You sure?", he reassured himself. "Sure!" "If you say so.", he said unconvinced. "I'll go around the block with Charlie, alright?" "Yes, please!" With the hope of not needing him back, she turned her attention back to her man.

"Did you hurt yourself?" His lips parted, but he shut his mouth again before a sound even had the chance to come out of it. Stupid male pride. "Tell me!", she demanded. "Or I will get my Dad to help you up!" That threat, of course, worked. Jack still thought he had to prove himself to his father-in-law.

"My back.", he all but murmured. "Think I pulled a muscle or some other shit." The pain was visible in his eyes and in the grip he still had on her. It didn't hurt exactly. In any other circumstances, she even liked it when he got a bit rough on her. But bruises would raise questions and that's the last thing they needed right now. "Careful, baby.", she said and stroked his hands on her. Following the motion, Jack instantly let go of her. "Sorry." For what it's worth, she was sorry too. First because of his injury and second because of the things they had to leave unfinished for the moment. "Me too, baby. Look, I'll stand up now, okay? Then we'll see if you can do it on your own." She started to get up, but he stopped her by grabbing one of her hands loosely and crooked his other pointer at her in an universal gesture.

"You fuckin' kidding." She sank back down to straddle his waist, with no actual intention to do his bidding. Even is his libido obviously hadn't suffered at all. "Just a sec.", he rasped. One of his hands pressed her down onto him, so they lay nose to nose, his chest hair creating that friction she liked on her breasts. And on other part of her body too. Her breath caught in her throat despite the situation.

Well, damn him.

Yeah, damn him, right? What do you think?

I'm not good with long stories, so I think I will write a second chapter and that's it. At least for this story.

Oh and why didn't they win more Oscars? At least one for Brad too? He even sung on the Oscars and it was so brave and the duet so great!

And I just watched an interview with Lady Gaga, where she talked to Jimmy Kimmel about 12 additional minutes being released for a week, beginning tomorrow. But I read it's not in every cinema and just in America. That's mean because I don't live in America. Hopefully YouTube will provide me with the extra scenes. It should've been on the Blue-Ray!