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Alexia < Late night questions

The bedroom was dark, the curtains drawn, and the only sound was the soft hum of the fan in the corner. You were lying on your side, one arm tucked under your pillow and the other draped over Alexia's shoulder. She was nestled against your chest, her legs tangled with yours, and her breath warm against your collarbone. Your leg rested possessively over her hips, keeping her close, her body fitting against yours as though the two of you were made to slot together.

Her fingers idly played with the hem of your shirt at your back, tracing little patterns that were lulling you into a blissful haze of sleep. You were just on the brink, that sweet spot between wakefulness and unconsciousness, when her voice broke through the silence.

"Do you love me?"

At first, you thought you'd imagined it. Her words were soft, barely a whisper, and muffled by where her face was pressed against your chest. You made a sleepy sound of confusion, your brain slow to catch up.

Then she repeated it, this time a little louder. "Do you love me?"

Your eyes snapped open, blinking into the darkness. You couldn't see her face—her head was tucked too snugly against you—but you could feel the weight of her question. There was no playful lilt to her voice, no teasing smile pressing against your skin. It was an honest question, and she wanted an answer.

You tightened your arm around her, your fingers brushing through the soft strands of her hair. "Of course I love you," you murmured, your voice husky with sleep.

She didn't respond right away, but you felt the slight tension in her body ease, her grip on your waist relaxing. You thought that would be the end of it, and you let your eyes slip shut again, ready to sink back into sleep.

But then, her voice broke the quiet once more. "What are your favorite things about me?"

You groaned softly, burying your face in the pillow for a moment. "Ale, it's late," you mumbled, your words half-slurred.

You felt her huff against your chest, her lips pushing into a pout that you could feel through your shirt. She shifted slightly, her fingers pausing their movements against your back. "Please," she said softly, her accent making the word sound even sweeter.

With a sigh, you opened your eyes again, blinking at the ceiling. "Fine," you relented, your voice laced with faux irritation. "Where do I even start?"

She hummed in satisfaction, settling deeper into your embrace as she waited for your answer.

"Okay," you began, your thumb brushing absentmindedly over the back of her neck. "I love the way you smile. That little crinkle at the corner of your eyes when you're really happy? It's adorable."

You felt her lips twitch against your chest, and you knew she was smiling now.

"I love how determined you are," you continued. "When you set your mind to something, nothing can stop you. It's inspiring."

Her fingers started moving again, tracing patterns on your back as she listened.

"I love how much you care about people," you said softly. "Your family, your friends, your teammates—you'd do anything for them. For me."

There was a pause, and then her voice came, quiet and a little bashful. "More."

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. "I love how you always try so hard, even when your English trips you up. It's the cutest thing in the world."

She made a sound that was half a laugh, half a protest, and you grinned.

"And I love how competitive you are," you added, your voice teasing now. "Even if it means you won't let me win at Mario Kart."

She swatted lightly at your side, but you could feel her laughing against you.

"And," you finished, your voice softening again, "I love how you make me feel. Like I'm the most important person in the world."

There was a moment of silence, the weight of your words hanging between you. Then she shifted, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice quiet but sincere.

You hummed in response, your eyes slipping shut again as you grazed your thumb over her neck. You thought that would be the end of it.

But then her voice came again, pulling you back from the edge of sleep. "Do you remember when we first met?"

You groaned softly, resisting the urge to throttle her with affection. "Ale," you muttered, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"Tell me," she insisted, her tone bordering on pleading. "Please."

With a deep sigh, you gave in, your voice laced with mock exasperation. "Fine. But after this, we're going to sleep."

She hummed in agreement, though you had a feeling she wouldn't stick to it.

"It was at an open training session," you began, your voice taking on a softer tone as you recalled the memory. "I wasn't even supposed to be there, but one of my friends dragged me along. Said it'd be fun."

You felt her nod against your chest, her fingers resuming their gentle movements on your back.

"I remember seeing you on the pitch," you continued. "You were so focused, so confident. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

She shifted slightly, as though trying to hide her reaction, but you could feel the warmth of her blush against your skin.

"After the session, I mustered up the courage to talk to you," you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I didn't think you'd even notice me, let alone be interested."

"I was," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know that now," you teased, your tone light. "But back then, I was nervous. I think I rambled about something ridiculous, but you just smiled at me like I wasn't making a complete fool of myself."

"You were sweet," she said softly.

"And you were shy," you countered, a hint of amusement in your voice. "You barely said a word, but somehow, I knew I wanted to see you again."

You felt her arms tighten around your waist, her hold on you becoming a little firmer.

"And now, here we are," you finished, your voice trailing off as you pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She was quiet for a moment, and you thought maybe she'd finally settled. But then she shifted, her lips parting as though to speak again.

Before she could, you cupped the back of her head, gently but firmly pressing her face against your chest. "I love you, Ale," you said, your voice fond but firm. "But it's late. Time for bed."

She grumbled softly, her breath warm against your skin. You could practically feel her pouting, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"You can ask me more questions tomorrow," you promised, your fingers threading through her hair.

She sighed, her body relaxing against yours as she finally conceded. "Okay," she murmured, her voice tinged with sleep.

You smiled, holding her close as you let your eyes slip shut once more. You knew she'd be full of questions in the morning, but for now, you were content to drift off with her in your arms, her soft breath lulling you into a peaceful sleep.