F2F || Willice
Alice: was gathering all the ingredients that she needed to make pancakes, humming softly to herself. She was practically glowing, she was so happy. It wasn't just that they'd slept together (of course that was definitely a contributing factor) but that she loved him and he loved her and she had been able to wake up in his arms. She was safe and she was happy and there was nothing that could spoil this for her. As she measured the ingredients into the bowl and stirred the mixture, she felt Will's arms wrap around her. Grinning like an idiot, she leaned back into his arms and shivered at the feeling of his lips on her neck. "Good morning yourself..." She turned in his arms and slipped her own around his neck, kissing him softly. "How'd you sleep?" she asked, softly.
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?"
















