F2F || Willice
Will: rested his forehead against hers when she turned around, enjoying the intimacy. He still couldn't quite believe that he was standing here in Ali's apartment, her wearing his t-shirt, holding her, after one of the greatest nights of his life. Even when they were in college, the most he really ever imagined was taking her out on a really nice date. This, though, was so much more. Reality always had a tendency to be better than the imagination, he thought. At that thought, his mind wandered to the script he was currently writing. Maybe it was because he had just seen The Last Five Years, but he started writing about his friendship turned romance with Ali, starting from their Boston days. For what seemed the thousandth time, he wondered if he should tell Ali about it. Shaking that thought from his head, he answered Ali's question. "I slept very well," he said. "And yourself?"
Alice: rested her head against Will, mimicking his movements as she smiled happily. She couldn't wipe then stupid smile off her face she was just too happy. "I slept wonderfully," she responded, still grinning. Ali rubbed his back as she stayed close to him images still racing through her mind of the previous night. Will, catching her as she almost slipped on ice; his arms around her, holding her close as Sirius died; him pressing a kiss to her stomach as she leant over to turn the television off. Will, laying on her, kissing her... Alice shivered a little at the memory and moved to press a soft kiss just below his ear before she pulled away, turning in his arms to keep stirring the batter. "Pancakes?"













