If Only (GxG)

Chapter 21 Demon

A/N
🎶 When We Were Young by The Killers🎶

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Alison's POV

I woke slowly, drifting toward consciousness in the hazy warmth of morning.

The sheets were soft against my bare skin, but the real warmth came from the solid body wrapped around me, limbs tangled with mine as if Blake had no intention of letting me go.

I smiled, barely opening my eyes as I took in the familiar weight of her arm draped over my waist, the gentle rise and fall of her chest against my back.

One of her legs was hooked over mine, anchoring me to her.

The thought sent a lazy warmth curling in my stomach, but I ignored it for now, choosing instead to focus on the moment—the quiet hum of morning, the golden light filtering through the curtains, the steady beat of her heart against my shoulder.

I turned in her arms slowly, careful not to disturb her too much, and let my eyes drink her in. Even in sleep, she was devastating.

Her dark hair was a mess, curling slightly against her forehead, her lips slightly parted, cheeks still faintly flushed from last night.

She looked softer like this. Unshielded.

Beautiful.

I leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to her temple, then another to her cheek, whispering against her skin, "Good morning, beautiful."

Blake stirred, humming low in her throat, her hold tightening around me instinctively before her eyes even fluttered open. She inhaled deeply, her breath warm against my collarbone, before finally cracking her eyes open—stormy grey, still heavy with sleep, unfocused but locked onto me.

A slow, sleepy smirk tugged at her lips. "Mmm... good morning, sweetheart," she rasped, her voice deeper, rougher from sleep.

She stretched slightly, her body pressing into mine, shifting deliciously against me before settling once more, her arms wrapping me up again, unwilling to let me move too far.

I laughed softly, kissing her again—her cheek, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, featherlight. "You sleep like you're trying to absorb me," I teased, my fingers brushing through the dark strands of her hair.

Blake exhaled a slow breath, her smirk deepening. "Maybe I am."

We stayed there for a while, tangled together in the sheets, sharing slow kisses and lazy caresses, waking up at our own pace. Blake's hands were gentle at first, stroking up my spine, smoothing over my hip, the touch more affectionate than anything else.

But then—

Her lips trailed lower, her fingers flexing against my waist, her breathing shifting into something deeper, more deliberate.

I felt the shift in her body before her kisses changed, from soft and teasing to something with more intent, more hunger. She nudged my head back, her lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear, her teeth grazing lightly.

I sighed, letting her for a moment, before she rolled her hips slightly against mine, her thigh pressing between my legs, and—

I let out a sharp laugh, pressing a hand against her chest. "Blake."

Blake hummed, dragging her lips down my throat, clearly not hearing—or caring.

"Blake!" I repeated, laughing breathlessly as I pushed at her. "Are you kidding me?"

She lifted her head, blinking down at me with a smirk that was entirely too smug for this hour of the morning.

"What?" she asked, voice dripping with faux innocence, as if she hadn't just spent the last few minutes winding me up.