A Face Made For Daylight

Acrobatic blood, flow concertina

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*smut ahead *
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"Alistair?" Stella hummed on his chest.

"Hmm?"

Stella looked up from his chest smiling at him. "What are you thinking about?"

Alistair laid in bed with one arm around Stella pulling her into him. Her leg was swung over his leg. His other hand was playing with strands of her hair. He had a record playing in the background.

After his confession they laid in bed, unable to kiss, or celebrate their love in any other way. Stella was in her jeans and a blouse, leaving so much to his imagination. Alistair wore black jeans and a horizontally striped shirt with mono toned maroon, green, grey blocks of colours.

Alistair groaned. "I'm thinking about the horrible, dirty---and in some states, the very illegal things I wanna do to you." He turned to meet her gaze, looking down on her smirking.

"Yeah---same actually." Stella sighed resting back on his chest. Alistair chuckled, and Stella smiled to herself feeling his body move under her. He squeezed her arm closer.

"Just a couple of sex maniacs in love." Alistair joked but hearing the word love, knowing he was in love with a girl who loved him back stopped the world around him. Ever since he met her, she's been loop-the-looping around his mind

Alistair hesitated to speak until he felt Stella bring her arm to rest on his chest. He didn't want to admit that seeing Marie broke a little piece of him. He hasn't felt betrayal and pain like that since she confessed her affair with Kid. He knew the date of when he felt this pain, the time and place. Alistair knew when his heart was open and what time it shut.

He felt held back, unable to fully tell Stella of the pain and sorrow he felt. She never asked him how it ended with Tabitha. Alistair furrowed his brows thinking if he she would ever understand what he did. He couldn't explain it to himself. That same fearful voice inside of him, suffocating him daily, pushed him to do awful things. Alistair couldn't explain but he wanted to try.

He held his breath swallowing. "Can I ask you something?" His voice raspy underneath her breathing.

Stella rolled her eyes against his chest. "For the last time, no you can't finger me with oven mitts."

Alistair pressed his lips down smiling to himself. "Stella please—get your mind out of the gutter you horny saucy minx."

She rolled her eyes and he couldn't see it but he knew she was. He can picture it making him grin in delight.

He exhaled looking towards the ceiling. His expression fell, his voice raspy lost in thought. "Why do you love me?"

He heard himself be vulnerable, taking bricks out of the walls he built around his heart.

Stella shut her eyes drowning in his vulnerability, falling deeper in love with him. "Because you never lie to me."

Alistair swallowed sharply; he furrowed his brows feeling the guilt eat at him. "---what do you mean?"

Stella lifted herself and propped herself up on her elbow beside him. She placed her head into her palm leaning towards him. Alistair moved his arm behind his head to prop himself up. His expression was serious, inquisitive.

"Behind your sarcasm and your jokes—even your bravado, and your anger---I always see the real you—no matter what ---I always feel like I'm talking to the real you."