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✮. 35 (Smut)

New Year

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Hearing the sound of cars whizzing by on the street slowly pulled you out from your sleep state. The rays of light that softly shone through the silver curtains touched your face with delicacy. It was almost as if they replicated the way Alex would hold your face when he would give you those kisses. With a deep inhale, you started to move your sore body. Sore from the consumption of alcohol and not from intense activity.

Quietly releasing a soft groan, you rubbed your eyes with surprise to see that there were no traces of makeup on your hands. Looking at the nightstand, you could see your open bottle of makeup remover and dirty wipes that littered the floor. You had no recollection of taking off your makeup. In fact, you went to sleep with it. It made sense in your head that somewhere in the night, Alex took it upon himself to clean your face.

Turning on your other side, facing away from the window. Now, on your right, you could see Alex. He was sleeping on his stomach, face in the pillow, blacked out from the alcohol from yesterday night's party. His arms were crossed on top of the pillow, too, mimicking the position someone would be in if they laid their head on a desk.

Looking over his figure that was being lit up by the rays of the early morning light, you could see his skin that wasn't covered by the blanket. His arm muscles were visible, and his shoulders too. His back was like valley, the shoulder blades creating the dip and the spine following the form of his pale skin. It came to your senses that he was naked and so were you. Rubbing your eyes again, you retraced the events from last night.

Once the party was calming down, Alex took you upstairs to the bedroom. Him being drunk and wanting love hurriedly discarded his clothes once the door was shut. With permission, he discarded your clothes as well and laid you down on the bed. By this point in the night, he was acting partially on the alcohol. His mind was hazy, and his eyes fought to close every second. The moment he settled himself between your legs, he was losing consciousness and whispered a 'Happy New Year' and rolled off of you to black out.

That's what happened, right? Everything came to a blur after he pulled you in for that kiss.

Coming back to your senses, you could hear the heavy breathing coming from him. He wasn't getting that much air in due to his face being smashed into the pillow. After rubbing your eyes again, you moved quietly and scooted closer to him.

Your head started to ache. Sitting up, you pushed the back of your hand between your eyebrows, massaging them. The hangover was beginning, and the headache was starting to pound against your head. Feeling the cold on your skin, you pulled the blanket up to your neck, watching the steady breathing of a sleeping Alex.

Alex's nose scrunched up as the blanket that was once tightly wrapped around his hips was slowly pulled off by your movements, and he shivered. He slowly started to wake up and flip himself onto his back. He stayed in that position for a bit, having his arm cover the sunlight from his eyes.

A soft groan escaped from his mouth as he slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position on the bed. His hair was messy from the pillowcase and the sweat that had built up during his sleep. His eyes slowly pried open to see you sitting next to him. A groggy hand came up to his face to rub around his eyes.

"Morning," he mumbled with his low and deep morning voice.

"Morning," you spoke quietly, considerate of the headache he has. "Sorry for taking away the blanket," you then gave him part of the blanket back.

With a soft yet tired smile, Alex leaned back against the headboard of the bed, reaching over to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him. He wrapped the blanket back around him and kept his hold on your waist, keeping you pressed against his side.