ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Slow Days

Warnings: smut!

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You and Alex woke up in bed together, tangled in the warm sheets on that chilly October morning. The soft rays of the sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, golden glow across the room. It had been a rare moment of tranquillity in your busy lives, and you had savoured it as you blinked away the remnants of sleep.

Alex stirred beside you, his breath a soft, rhythmic melody. His tousled hair and half-smile were endearing, and you couldn't help but reach out to trace your fingers along his cheek. He sighed contentedly in his sleep, leaning into your touch, and it warmed your heart.

The crisp air seeping through the open window carried the earthy scent of fallen leaves, a reminder that autumn had arrived in full force. The cozy warmth of the blankets cocooning you both contrasted with the cool breeze outside, creating a comforting position that both of you adored.

As you lay there, you reflected on the simple joys of life: the love you shared, the warmth of each other's presence, and the promise of a new day. The world outside may have been busy and demanding, but in that moment, in that sun-drenched bed, time seemed to stand still.

Alex finally stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. His gaze was filled with sleepy affection, and a soft "Good morning, beautiful" escaped his lips, sending a shiver of warmth through you that had nothing to do with the weather.

"Good morning," you replied, your voice barely a whisper, as you leaned in to share a tender morning kiss. The taste of his lips and the gentle caress of his hand on your cheek made you feel like you were the only two people in the world.

Alex wrapped his arms around you tightly, and you nestled into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes in content. The familiar and comforting smell of him never failed to soothe you; you could lay there for the whole day and longer if he'd let you.

"Did you leave the window open?" You hooked one of your legs around his waist.

Alex hummed, "are you cold, my darling?"

As a reply, you clung onto him tighter, which caused him to chuckle.

"How about a hot shower, hm?"

His suggestion brought a crimson blush to your cheeks, "will you let me wash your hair?"

A chuckle vibrated from his chest, before he replied, "certainly."

You took your time getting up, the fact that you both had no responsibilities today allowed you have a slow, lazy morning, and you indulged in it completely. Soft whispers of sweet nothings were exchanged along with some innocent kisses before either of you could muster the strength to leave the warmth of your king-size bed. You had just washed the sheets the day before, which made it even harder for you to get up, yet a hot shower with Alex sounded more than promising.

When the heavenly hot water hit both your bodies, you couldn't help but release a soft sigh, it seemed to be able to wash away your worries and tensions from the past week.

Alex handed you his shampoo after you'd both washed each other's bodies in an intimate and loving, not necessarily sexual matter, and you poured a generous amount onto your palm, its scent a delightful blend of lavender and mint. With a tender touch, you began to work the shampoo into his hair, your fingers massaging his scalp in slow, circular motions, encouraging him to tip his head back a little so none of it would get into his eyes.

Alex closed them, surrendering to the sensation of your skilled hands. He let out a satisfied sigh as you continued to massage his scalp, your fingers working their magic, releasing any tension that had accumulated there. As you rinsed the product from his hair, the water ran clear, carrying with it any remaining traces of stress. During the whole process, Alex's warm hands were placed firmly on your waist, determined to not let go of you anytime soon. He looked so at peace, his perfect face entirely free from wrinkles or frowns, his dark eyelashes resting on his cheekbones. When you were done and his hair had been thoroughly rinsed, devoid of any lingering shampoo residue, you took a moment to admire his body. The way the water dribbled down his face, neck and chest nearly made your breath hitch in your throat. He really had the ability to make you flustered by doing absolutely nothing.