Date: June 1996
Location: Chateau Marmont, Los Angeles – Suite 64 Balcony
Actress: Courtney Love
Alexander's Status: Flush from producing _The Rock_ and prepping final stages of _The Blair Witch Project_; circling Marvel's debt-laden carcass
Actress's Status: Just wrapped _The People vs. Larry Flynt_, her critical breakout; raw from grief, sobriety in tatters, Hollywood unsure if she's a comeback or a catastrophe
The balcony smelled like stale champagne, cigarette ash, and Hollywood ghosts. Sunset turned Sunset Boulevard into a smear of molten orange, and somewhere down on the street, a paparazzo was stubbing out his third cigarette, waiting for Courtney Love to start screaming.
But she wasn't screaming.
She was barefoot, cross-legged on a velvet armchair dragged out from the suite, eyeliner smudged, robe slipping off one shoulder, a half-finished bottle of Cristal between her thighs like a hostage.
"You're not real," she slurred, pointing a chipped black fingernail at him. "You're like a fuckin' fever dream, Kaine."
Alexander stood by the balcony's iron railing, backlit by the dying light, sipping bourbon with all the serenity of a Roman god watching his empire burn.
"And yet here I am," he said, voice low, amused, calm as poison in a perfume bottle.
Courtney squinted. "What's your deal? You're rich, right? Scary rich. Buy-anything rich. But you don't—" she waved her hand, nearly knocking over the bottle "—_want_ anything. Not from me. Not even a fuck. That's why I can't stand you."
Alexander tilted his head, the way a hunter might regard a wild animal deciding whether to pounce or run.
> "I don't want anything _from_ you. I want something _with_ you. There's a difference."
She blinked. The wind caught her hair and made her look for one second like a painting left out in the rain.
"You think I'm salvageable?" she said, suddenly quiet.
"No," he replied. "I think you're already gold. Just covered in too much ash for most people to see it."
She exhaled sharply. Almost a laugh. Almost a sob.
---
They sat across from each other, the stars thick above them, the city glowing below like it might forgive them both if they just sat still long enough.
"You know Larry Flynt told me I scared the shit outta him?" she said, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers. "Said I didn't act — I _hunted_. Maybe I did. Maybe I still am."
Alexander's gaze was steady, cutting through her like a clean scalpel.
"You scared him because you didn't care if anyone liked you. Hollywood teaches actresses to be likable. You showed up like an act of war."
She laughed — really laughed this time. It was rough, loud, gorgeous. The kind of laugh that didn't belong in a ballroom, but in a bar where the mirrors were already cracked.
"So what do you want from me, Mr. Empire?" she said, blowing smoke out the side of her mouth. "You gonna offer me a three-picture deal? Fix me? Make me your beautiful fucking tragedy?"
Alexander stepped closer. Just enough that she had to tilt her head back to hold his eyes.
"I don't fix people. I back them. You're not a tragedy. You're a match. And I want to light a fire no studio can put out."
Her throat bobbed. The cigarette trembled between her fingers.
For the first time all night, she looked sober.
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Later, inside the suite, the balcony doors left open to the music of late June and distant sirens, Courtney was curled on the couch, feet in his lap, her head on the armrest. Her robe had slipped off completely. She didn't care.
Alexander didn't touch her.
He simply read from a book he'd found on her nightstand — _Sylvia Plath_, of course — in that deep, ocean-floor voice that seemed older than the city itself.
"You read to all the girls?" she asked, eyes half-lidded.
"Just the ones who already burned down something sacred."
A beat. Then, soft as a confession:
"I liked you better before I liked you."
He smiled. "That's usually how it starts."
The suite at Chateau Marmont, Suite 64, was a battlefield of passion and chaos. The balcony doors were wide open, letting in the cool night air, which did little to temper the frenzied, electric mood that crackled between Courtney and Alexander. Their encounter was raw, damaged, and utterly consuming, like two wild animals circling the same flame.
Courtney, her robe discarded, panties askew, and hair a beautiful ruin, straddled Alexander on the couch. Her mascara was tear-streaked but her expression defiant. She grabbed his open collar with both fists and pulled him close, her lips brushing his but not kissing—not yet.
"I fucking hate that I want you," she growled. "You think you're better than this?"
Alexander's response was immediate and commanding. He gripped her hair, not cruelly, but with a firmness that left no room for argument. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
"No. I think I'm exactly what this needs to be."
And with that, the dam broke. There was no choreography, only heat and desperation. Teeth clashed, nails raked, and clothes were torn in a frenzy of need. Courtney kissed him with a ferocity that bordered on violent, her lips and teeth marking his skin. Alexander met her intensity, his hands roaming her body with a hunger that matched her own.
Their **foreplay** was a whirlwind of desperate touches and hungry kisses. Courtney's hands explored Alexander's body, tracing the lines of his muscles, while his fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth. He kissed and bit, marking her as his, while she arched into him, begging for more.
Alexander's hands roamed lower, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp. He teased her, his fingers dancing over her most sensitive spots, making her squirm and beg for more. He obliged, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. Courtney's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and need.
He laid her down gently on the bed, his body covering hers as he positioned himself between her legs. He entered her slowly, deeply, his eyes locked on hers as he began to move. **Missionary** position was intense, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling. Alexander's thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one designed to drive her wild.
Courtney wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her nails digging into his back. He complied, his pace quickening, his body tensing as he fought for control. She met his thrusts, her hips rolling in a rhythm as old as time, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
Suddenly, Courtney pushed him off, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she straddled him, taking control. **Cowgirl** position allowed her to set the pace, and she used it to her advantage, riding him with a fury that was anything but sweet or slow. It was a claiming, a taking, a revenge. Alexander let her, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes locked on hers, a mirror of her own desire reflecting back at him.
Their making out was fierce and unyielding, their tongues battling for dominance as their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time. Courtney's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and need, as Alexander's hands explored her body, tracing every curve, every line, committing her to memory.
Courtney leaned down, her lips capturing his as she began to move faster, her body sliding up and down his length, her inner muscles clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth. Alexander's hands gripped her hips tighter, his thumbs pressing into her pubic bone, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling.
He flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he entered her from above. He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one designed to drive her wild. Courtney wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her nails digging into his back, leaving welts in their wake.
Alexander trailed kisses down her body, his hands exploring every inch of her. He teased her, his fingers dancing over her most sensitive spots, making her squirm and beg for more. He obliged, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. Courtney's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and need.
He positioned himself between her legs, his tongue finding her clit, circling it, sucking it, driving her wild. **Cunnilingus** was his specialty, and he used it to his advantage, his tongue working magic, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, leaving her begging for more.
Courtney's body tensed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rode the wave of pleasure, her cries echoing through the suite. Alexander brought her to the edge of her first **orgasm**, his fingers and tongue working in tandem, driving her wild. He felt her body tense, her muscles clenching as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her breathless.
But Alexander wasn't done. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her from behind. **Doggy style** was intense, the angle deep, his thrusts powerful, each one driving him deeper into her. Courtney moaned, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure, her fingers clutching the sheets, her knuckles white.
Alexander leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips at her ear. "Come for me, Courtney," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
And she did, her body convulsing as she cried out his name, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her breathless. Alexander followed soon after, his body tensing as he found his own release, collapsing onto the bed beside her, their chests heaving in unison.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Alexander trailed his fingers down her spine, making her shiver. He rolled her onto her side, spooning her, his body curved around hers, his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. **Spooning** was intimate, their bodies pressed together, their breaths syncing, their hearts beating as one.
Alexander's hand roamed lower, his fingers finding her clit, circling it, teasing her, bringing her back to the edge of ecstasy. He edged her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, leaving her begging for more. He did this over and over, his fingers and palm working her clit, his other hand squeezing her breast, his teeth nipping at her neck, his cock hard and ready, pressing against her ass.
He slipped a finger into her ass, teasing her, preparing her, his cock throbbing, ready to take her. He entered her slowly, deeply, his eyes locked on hers as he began to move. **Anal** sex was intense, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling. Alexander's thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one designed to drive her wild.
Courtney wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her nails digging into his back. He complied, his pace quickening, his body tensing as he fought for control. She met his thrusts, her hips rolling in a rhythm as old as time, their bodies moving in perfect sync, their pleasure building, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Alexander's hand found her clit, his fingers circling it, teasing it, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy. He edged her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, leaving her begging for more. He did this over and over, his fingers and palm working her clit, his other hand squeezing her breast, his teeth nipping at her neck, his cock throbbing, ready to explode.
Courtney's body tensed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rode the wave of pleasure, her cries echoing through the suite. Alexander brought her to the edge of her second **orgasm**, his fingers and cock working in tandem, driving her wild. He felt her body tense, her muscles clenching as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her breathless. Alexander followed soon after, his body tensing as he found his own release, collapsing onto the bed beside her, their chests heaving in unison.
Courtney rolled onto her back, her lips finding his, her tongue invading his mouth, taking what she wanted. Alexander let her, his hands roaming her body, his cock hardening once again, ready for more. She straddled him, her hands on his chest, her eyes locked on his as she began to move, riding him with a fury that was anything but sweet or slow.
She leaned down, taking his cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she **blowjobbed** him, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her hands gripping his base, her mouth and hands working in tandem, driving him wild.
Alexander's hands found her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, holding her head in place as he began to move, his hips thrusting up into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, her eyes watering, her makeup running.
He pulled her off him, flipping her onto her hands and knees, his hands gripping her hips as he entered her from behind. He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one driving him deeper into her. Courtney moaned, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure, her fingers clutching the sheets, her knuckles white.
Alexander's hand found her clit, his fingers circling it, teasing it, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy. He edged her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, leaving her begging for more. He did this over and over, his fingers and palm working her clit, his other hand squeezing her breast, his teeth nipping at her neck, his cock throbbing, ready to explode.
Courtney's body tensed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rode the wave of pleasure, her cries echoing through the suite. Alexander brought her to the edge of her third **orgasm**, his fingers and cock working in tandem, driving her wild. He felt her body tense, her muscles clenching as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her breathless. Alexander followed soon after, his body tensing as he found his own release, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her, marking her as his.
He pulled out of her, his cock still hard, still ready. He flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he entered her mouth with his cock, fucking her face, his hands on her head, holding her in place as he moved, his hips thrusting, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, her eyes watering, her makeup running.
He came undone, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her mouth, coating her tongue, her lips, her face. **Facial** was his finale, his cock painting her face, marking her as his, his seed dripping down her chin, her neck, her chest, a work of art, a masterpiece, a testament to their passion, their need, their love.
Courtney lay there, her body spent, her mind blown, her face a canvas of their love, their passion, their need. Alexander collapsed beside her, his body slick with sweat, his chest heaving, his heart pounding, their breaths syncing, their hearts beating as one, ruined and remade in the aftermath of their passion.