𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬

𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙤𝙣𝙚 / 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙥𝙤𝙫

I never wanted to let go.

I tangled one hand in the knots of her hair, the [h/c] strands of silk slipping through the cracks of my fingers as I combed it through it. The other one I threw around her bare back as I pulled her to my chest, making her snore in response.

I took a minute to lean back and study her sleeping figure. [Name] was so stressed lately, so it was nice not to see her eyebrows stitched or her lips tugged down . Sure, since she was asleep I couldn't kiss her as long as I like, or tease her about whatever thing I found the most adorable that day, but she looked so relaxed. I couldn't just disturb that.

I run the pad of my thumb along her cheek, then I trail it across her parted mouth before tracing her neck, proof that last night's activities weren't some too-good-to-be-true dream.

The hickies were fresh, so there were just smudges of red on her skin, but I know the second she spotted them she would freak. I tried to push the scene from my mind as I kissed along her collarbone where I knew I got carried-away and left bruises.

It wasn't like I was left unscathed. I know there were going to be some scratches from those long nails of hers that would decorate my back, but I suppose mine were easy to hide.

It didn't change the fact that it really fucking hurt.

After tending to the tender spots, I pressed my lips on her head. I let it linger longer than I usually would, because I know I wouldn't be able to do that for a long, long time. I didn't know how to describe it, but I felt a certain feeling swimming in my chest right then. It was warm, and made me tingly all over.

"I love you," I whispered.

Even if she couldn't hear me, I was satisfied. She would hear it one day, but I suppose now it was too early. Christ, I felt so cheesy.

Just as I pulled away, she had to the fucking audacity to bat those long eyelashes of hers, and yawn. She took a brief moment to push her arms above her head and stretch, before shoving her face into the nook of my neck.

"'Morning," she mumbled. I could practically feel [Name]'s smile against my skin. All my previous affection stopped as my arms fell limp at her side. She whined in response.

"You were awake this entire time, you fucking prick," I started, but I couldn't help but grin myself. There was a pause, the whisper of sheets filling the air.

"No."

"Mm, I think you were," I groaned back as she wrapped her arms around me, giggling. I tried resisting, but I'm just too much of a nice guy. I reciprocated the hug almost immediately, and hiked her smaller body on top of mine so she straddled my hips.

"So?" I begin as her head fell on my chest. "My flight's in a couple hours."

"Yeah. It sucks."

"You suck."

She hits my arm, making me flinch a little. I just couldn't help myself as I laugh.

"Just a little bit."

The past few minutes is spent in each other's embrace. We were so comfortable with each other at this point that we didn't always feel the need to replace the silence with jokes and gags. I knew later it would be sad, and there would probably be a lot more tears, but it was nice like this. [Name] was nice. We were nice.

After a bit, she puts both hands on either side of my head, inching closer to my face. I chew on my lip.

"Oh, and Alex?"

"Yeah?"

Our lips connect. It isn't the most passionate tangoing we've done, but it still manages to make sparks shoot down my belly, even to this day. Before I could progress any further, she pulls back with a triumphant smile.

"I love you, too."