Always

bonus chapter: (alexis part II) cookie monster

ALEXIS

"Yes Gen I'll be there," I told my sister over the phone. Damien was cooking dinner for the both of us. I smiled as he put the lid over the pan and walked towards me.

He stood between my legs, easing the phone out of my hand. "Hello Genieve," he said to her, trailing his hands up my legs. "Yes sure, tomorrow sounds good," he spoke, his eyes buring holes into mine. Two can play.

I smirked and reached forward to lift his shirt, exposing his brown skin. He shivered as the cold air hit him. "Oh? Luca already made plans?" He squeezed my upper thigh as I continued. My fingers fiddled with the hem of his boxer shorts. His breathing got uneven and his jaw was clenched. "Thankyou Genieve, goodbye," he finally said, cutting the call and throwing the phone onto the sofa.

"Allie, please." I raised my eyebrows, "Please, what?" I purred pulling him closer. He swore as he claimed my lips and pulled his shirt over my head. I smiled through the kiss. He picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist.

It isn't the first time for either of us, but we're so nervous you'd never know it. There's something about him that lights me up from the inside, there's something about me that melts his confidence to nothing at all. Touching him is like being handed the holy grail, like my heart is mended even though I never knew it was broken.

The facade we show the world melts away and all we want is to fuck each other's brains out. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before I know how it happened we are naked and our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body.

Then all at once he stops and kisses from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's on me again, fucking me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he's gonna have to stop long enough my brain to start working again first.

"Allie?" I turned and hummed in response. "Do you want kids someday?" I choked. "Someday, not in a few years, but when I'm ready. When we are ready."

"Someday." He agreed. "Dame, isn't the food still on the burner?" I asked, getting up suddenly. "Fuck." He ran out, wrapping the bed sheet around himself. I chuckled falling back on the bed.

"It's burnt," he called out. I slipped a shirt over my head and walked outside. "Should I order takeout?" I asked sitting on the bar stool. "Chinese?" I nodded and opened the app.

"Done? What do you want to do meanwhile." I asked walking towards him. "Watch a movie and snuggle?" I beamed, "you're not wearing anything," I pointed out as an afterthought.

"Does it matter?" I shrugged, "nope, c'mon." I grabbed the popcorn and the twizzlers. "What're we watching?" I set the bowl down onto the table and sat down beside Damien.

"Luca?" I offered. Damien cheered silently, pulling me into him once more. "Can you stay home with me tomorrow? We can cuddle the whole day," I turned to Damien who shifted beneath me. "As much as I love that idea, my sisters will personally drag me out of bed if they have to. Plus after we're married, we have our honeymoon and the rest of our lives to cuddle."

"Hmfp," He resumed the movie and pulled me tighter to him. After the incident Damien and I had agreed to go to therapy together. Our therapist had told us that Damien has separation anxiety and PTSD. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night with a nightmare and sometimes I did.

It's been hard, but we're healing together. "Penny for your thoughts?" I picked up the glass of water and took a sip. "Just how far we've come," I said, stroking the stubble on his jaw.

Before he could respond, the doorbell rang. "That's the food, I'll get it," I got up when Damien stopped me. "You're only wearing a shirt, I'll get it." I snorted. "You're not wearing anything," I said exasperated.

The door bell rang again, whoever was outside could hear our argument. "I grabbed the pair or shorts lying on the floor and put them on, walking towards the door. Damien followed, wrapping the bed sheet around his lower region.

I pushed him behind the door aggressively. "Hi," I said breathlessly to the person at our door. He was holding his laughter in, when he looked me up and down. "Here's your takeout," he handed me the boxes. I set them aside and tipped him an extra fifty dollars.

"Thankyou," the teenager replied looking at the money with awe. "It's no problem, thankyou for coming quickly," I replied, smiling. He bobbed his head and walked away with a final word of thanks.

"You started without me," I slammed the door softly to see Damien stuffing his face. "You're the one who made me work for it," he accused pointing the fork at me.

I reached forward and plucked the chicken piece off his fork. "Hey, that's my food, eat your own food." I stuck my tongue out at him and picked up the two other containers.

We eat in comfortable silence, the movie playing in the background. When we're finished, he gathers the leftovers and stores them while I through the plastic away. He makes a quick move to tug my shorts off.

He wraps his arms around me from behind. One inhale of his musky scent and I want to turn around. His right hand drops to my thigh, pulling up the shirt that hangs so loose. I couldn't move even if I tried, like his fingers have paralysed my mind in the best possible way.

He turns me around and we tumble to the couch, his eyes searching mine. I smile and kiss him back as he knew I would. With my lips I feel his mouth stretching wider than it should, fighting between a grinning and kissing. We've done this so many times and it keeps on getting better. He's the cookie to my monster.