(hope you enjoy lovelies❤️)
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The flat was quiet in that soft, slow way that made everything feel heavier—in a good way.
Just you and Alfie tangled in bed, the duvet half falling off, neither of you bothering to fix it.
You were awake, but you hadn’t moved.
Your head was tucked into his chest, your arm draped across him, your leg loosely hooked over his like it had settled there hours ago.
You could tell from the way his hand moved slowly along your arm—up, down, tracing nothing in particular, just keeping contact.
“…you’ve been up a while, haven’t you,” you murmured.
You hummed softly, shifting just enough to press closer into him, your fingers curling lightly into his hoodie. “Mm… stay like this a bit longer.”
“Wasn’t planning on moving,” he replied.
His hand slid from your arm to your waist, slipping under your top without hesitation, settling there warm and familiar.
You didn’t even react this time—just melted into him more, your hand flattening against his chest.
The kind where nothing needed filling.
Then you tilted your head slightly, just enough to look up at him.
He was already looking at you.
You smiled a little. “Hi.”
He smiled back, just as quiet. “Hi.”
Your fingers traced lightly along his collarbone, absentminded. “You’re warm.”
He brushed your hair back gently, fingers lingering near your cheek.
You leaned into it without thinking.
Not rushed, not intense—just soft, familiar, like it fit perfectly into the quiet.
You stayed there for a second after, close enough to feel his breath.
“…we’re not getting up anytime soon, are we,” you whispered.
“No,” he said. “Don’t want to.”
You stayed like that longer than you meant to.
Every time either of you shifted like you might move, it just turned into getting more comfortable instead.
At some point you ended up half on top of him, your head tucked under his chin now, his arms around you properly.
Your fingers traced slow patterns on his chest, just something to do.
“This is nice,” you murmured.
You tilted your head up again, looking at him properly. “We should do nothing more often.”
“We’re quite good at it.”
You smiled, leaning up slightly to kiss him again.
This one lingered a bit longer.
Still soft, still unhurried—but you didn’t pull away straight away, your hand sliding up to his jaw, keeping him there for a second.
His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer without breaking it.
When you finally pulled back, you stayed close, your forehead brushing his.
“…okay, now I really don’t want to get up.”
“We need food eventually.”
You smiled. “Yeah… in a bit.”
When you did leave the bed, it was only to relocate.
You dragged a blanket over both of you, settling into him instantly like it was automatic.
A film played quietly in the background, something random neither of you had really chosen properly.
Your head rested on his shoulder, his arm around you, your hand tucked under his hoodie at his side now, mirroring him without thinking.
“…what are we watching,” you mumbled.
You smiled faintly. “Makes sense.”
He pressed a small kiss to the top of your head without even pausing the film.
You shifted closer at that, your leg sliding over his again, fitting there like it belonged.
His hand moved slowly along your side under the blanket.
Yours did the same along his.
Quiet. Absentminded. Constant.
After a while, you tilted your head up, looking at him.
You didn’t say anything—just leaned up and kissed him again.
Then slower, a little deeper, like neither of you were in any rush to stop.
His hand pressed more firmly into your waist, pulling you closer against him.
You shifted slightly, getting more comfortable half on top of him again.
When you pulled back, you stayed close, brushing your nose lightly against his.
“…this is better than the film,” you murmured.
Time passed without either of you really noticing.
The film changed at some point, or maybe autoplay just kicked in.
Neither of you paid attention.
You were fully laying across him now, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair at the back of his neck.
His eyes were half on you, half on nothing.
You smiled a little, leaning down again.
The kind that didn’t need a reason.
His hand slid up your back, slow and steady, keeping you close.
You rested there for a second after, just breathing.
“…we’ve actually done nothing today,” you said softly.
You both got up slowly, neither of you straying far from the other.
At one point, you were standing in front of the mirror fixing your hair when Alfie stepped up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist.
You leaned back into him straight away.
“You ready?” he asked quietly.
His chin rested on your shoulder.
You glanced at him through the mirror, smiling slightly. “You okay there?”
You turned your head slightly, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. “Good.”
Your hand stayed in his the whole time, fingers loosely intertwined, swinging gently between you.
At one point, you stopped, turning toward him.
He looked down at you, expectant.
You didn’t say anything—just stepped closer and kissed him again.
He smiled into it slightly, one hand coming up to your waist.
When you pulled back, you stayed close.
“…hi again,” you said quietly.
He huffed a small laugh. “Hi.”
You grabbed food and sat next to each other, like always.
Close enough that your knees were touching, your shoulder resting lightly against his.
You took a bite, then glanced at him.
He was already looking at you.
You smiled, softer this time. “What?”
You leaned your head against his shoulder again. “Okay.”
Back at the flat, it was straight back to the sofa.
Blanket. Film. Same positions.
Like the day had just looped back to where it started.
You curled into him without thinking, your arm sliding around his middle, your head settling into his chest. His hand found your side instantly, slipping under your top like it belonged there, warm and familiar.
The film played quietly in the background—some random scene neither of you were following.
You tilted your head up slightly. “…one more?”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah.”
Unrushed, like everything else about the day.
His hand pressed a little firmer at your waist, pulling you closer, and you shifted naturally with it—until you were more on your back and he was leaning over you slightly, the blanket slipping down around you both.
Neither of you said anything about it.
You just adjusted, hands resting on his arms, fingers tracing lightly along them as he kissed you again—this time lingering a bit longer.
When he pulled back, it wasn’t far.
Just enough for his lips to drift from yours, down along your jaw instead.
You let out a quiet breath, your head tilting slightly to the side without even thinking.
“Alfie…” you murmured softly.
Not stopping him. Just saying his name.
His hand stayed steady at your side, thumb moving slow, grounding circles as his lips pressed just under your jaw—softer at first, then a little more deliberate.
You melted into it, one of your hands sliding up into his hair, fingers curling gently like you wanted him closer.
He followed that without hesitation.
Kissing along your jaw, then down to your neck, slower now—taking his time.
You tilted your head a bit more, giving him space, your other hand resting against his shoulder.
Your breathing softened, slower, heavier.
“Stay there,” you whispered.
His lips pressing there again, lingering longer this time, enough that you felt it—warm, intentional.
Your fingers tightened slightly in his hair, a quiet reaction you didn’t try to hide.
He eased back just slightly… then back in again, a little firmer, just enough to leave something behind.
You let out a soft breath, your hand sliding from his hair to his neck, holding him there for a second.
When he finally pulled back, it was only just.
Close enough that you could still feel him.
You looked up at him, a small smile forming. “…you’re gonna leave marks.”
There was no annoyance in it. Just quiet amusement.
He smiled a little too, brushing his thumb gently along your side. “Maybe.”
You shook your head faintly, but your hand came up to his cheek, pulling him back down again anyway.
“Don’t care,” you murmured.
This time, the kiss he pressed to your neck was softer—right beside the last one, more gentle, like he was balancing it out.
Then he settled properly against you again, half on top of you, his arm tucked around your side, keeping you close.
You relaxed into him instantly, your fingers tracing slow patterns along his back.
And neither of you made any move to get up.
Just staying there—warm, close, and completely content.
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