You know what I mean! [Her tone is fondly exasperated. Alexis is ambitious, but even she needs a breather before she can go for round two. But when she gets her energy, it's on. Sex with Roy is fantastic. It's brilliant. She has a feeling she's going to want to do it all the time, and honestly who can blame her? The only thing as good as sex with Roy is cuddling with Roy.
She kisses him sweetly and brushes her nose against his. She feels safe and warm in his arms like nothing bad can happen to her. That's how he makes her feel. She uses her index finger to trace the letters of her name on his heart. As the sweat starts to cool, she tugs the covers over there, so they don't get cold.]
I was just thinking how safe I feel in your arms. Nothing bad can touch me as long as I'm here with you.
[It's sappy as hell, but she doesn't care. She feels sentimental with him. She's more conscious of her feelings now instead of just what's on the surface.]
[ Roy chuckles at the sound of her fond exasperation. He thinks it's almost as great of a sound as her happy giggle, or even better - her breathy moans. When she pulls the covers up over them, he shifts a bit so that they're more settled against the pillows. Roy gives off a fair amount of heat in general, so the room and house are usually kept cool in temperature, but he makes sure to the covers are over her enough and his body close to her should make it so she doesn't get cold.
Her admission draws a satisfied hum from him, and he trails his hand up and down her arm, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. That she feels safe with him makes him feel good, and it's accurate - whether they're in his home or out in the world; he'd never let anything bad happen to her while he's around. ]
You are safe here with me. [ Spoken as a promise. ]
Consider me your scowly bodyguard boyfriend. Like that fucking movie, with Whitney Houston. Except I think it doesn't have a happy ending, so scrap that part. [ He's the worst with movies, always thinking up and suggesting ones that have sad endings. One of the many benefits of having Alexis as his girlfriend, she knows the feel good rom coms, he knows the sad dramas. ]
[She cuddles against him. He's so delightfully warm. She usually gets cold when she sleeps, so Roy feels like the perfect space heater at bedtime. She smiles at his promise to always make sure she's safe. She feels so at peace with him. It almost feels unfamiliar. There's nowhere else she'd rather be. There's nothing else she's thinking about. Alexis' mind usually races at a hundred miles per hour but not now.]
I've never seen that movie actually. Is it a real sad ending? Does someone die? [Sometimes she needs a good cry so the moves are welcome, but she loves happy endings too.]
It's been a while since I've seen it, but it's fucking sad because they fall in love, and at the ending they go their separate ways. They go through all this trouble, but decide not to stick it out. The fuck kind of a love story is that? [ Even though it had been a while since he'd seen it, the ending stuck with him and had offended his hopelessly romantic heart - the one that few people knew he possessed to begin with, though Alexis clearly knew.
As they lay there talking his hands were either brushing patterns into her skin or threading lightly through her hair, just filling himself up with the tactile sensations of having her close makes him so happy so he keeps doing it, idly, without really noticing. ]
That's even sadder than if one of them died. They could be together, but they choose not to. [She frowns at the thought. That's so heartbreaking. Denying yourself a happiness when it's right within reach sounds so silly to her. Life is short. She believes people should enjoy it however they could.
His touch makes her a little drowsy. She always gets that way when people play with her hair. It feels so fucking good. It's another layer of relaxation in her afterglow. She hums in response as she thinks about his question.]
Anything with Sandy B. The Lake House if I want something more serious. The Proposal if I want to laugh.
Exactly! [ See, she gets it. ] This is why I've only watched it the one time. The ending is fucking bullshit.
[ Roy couldn't agree more, he doesn't understand two people who could be together but choosing otherwise. To him, if you find someone special, then that's that. You hold onto them. Which is literally what he is doing right now, with Alexis in his arms; the two of them getting a little drowsy in their post orgasmic glowy haze. He chuckles as he turns to press a kiss against the side of her head at her casual usage of 'Sandy B'. ]
The Proposal is pretty good. Haven't seen the Lake House though, we'll have to watch it together sometime.
[ He lets his eyes slip shut as he lays there listening to the faint sounds in the house, and on the street below. He feels blissfully peaceful in a way he rarely experiences, and he doesn't want anything to disturb that. If someone knocks at his door or calls his cell they can absolutely fuck off. It's unlikely to happen though, given the hour. ]
You feel like sleeping? Or do you need anything, are you comfortable? [ He asks her while shifting a bit so he can see her face, he cups it tenderly as he meets her gaze. ]
[She giggles sleepily next to him. She likes how passionate he is about things. She likes knowing that he's passionate about things people least expect. She nuzzles against his chest and lets the sound of his breathing lull her.]
Tomorrow. We can watch it tomorrow.
[They can have a lazy day together. She can borrow his clothes. They can watch the Lake House. She'll cry because she always does, but it has a happy ending. She yawns and looks up at him when he tilts her face up towards him. Alexis gives him an adorably sleepy smile.] I got you. I'm good. Just need to rest my eyes a little.
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She kisses him sweetly and brushes her nose against his. She feels safe and warm in his arms like nothing bad can happen to her. That's how he makes her feel. She uses her index finger to trace the letters of her name on his heart. As the sweat starts to cool, she tugs the covers over there, so they don't get cold.]
I was just thinking how safe I feel in your arms. Nothing bad can touch me as long as I'm here with you.
[It's sappy as hell, but she doesn't care. She feels sentimental with him. She's more conscious of her feelings now instead of just what's on the surface.]
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Her admission draws a satisfied hum from him, and he trails his hand up and down her arm, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. That she feels safe with him makes him feel good, and it's accurate - whether they're in his home or out in the world; he'd never let anything bad happen to her while he's around. ]
You are safe here with me. [ Spoken as a promise. ]
Consider me your scowly bodyguard boyfriend. Like that fucking movie, with Whitney Houston. Except I think it doesn't have a happy ending, so scrap that part. [ He's the worst with movies, always thinking up and suggesting ones that have sad endings. One of the many benefits of having Alexis as his girlfriend, she knows the feel good rom coms, he knows the sad dramas. ]
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I've never seen that movie actually. Is it a real sad ending? Does someone die? [Sometimes she needs a good cry so the moves are welcome, but she loves happy endings too.]
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As they lay there talking his hands were either brushing patterns into her skin or threading lightly through her hair, just filling himself up with the tactile sensations of having her close makes him so happy so he keeps doing it, idly, without really noticing. ]
Have you got a favorite love story movie?
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His touch makes her a little drowsy. She always gets that way when people play with her hair. It feels so fucking good. It's another layer of relaxation in her afterglow. She hums in response as she thinks about his question.]
Anything with Sandy B. The Lake House if I want something more serious. The Proposal if I want to laugh.
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[ Roy couldn't agree more, he doesn't understand two people who could be together but choosing otherwise. To him, if you find someone special, then that's that. You hold onto them. Which is literally what he is doing right now, with Alexis in his arms; the two of them getting a little drowsy in their post orgasmic glowy haze. He chuckles as he turns to press a kiss against the side of her head at her casual usage of 'Sandy B'. ]
The Proposal is pretty good. Haven't seen the Lake House though, we'll have to watch it together sometime.
[ He lets his eyes slip shut as he lays there listening to the faint sounds in the house, and on the street below. He feels blissfully peaceful in a way he rarely experiences, and he doesn't want anything to disturb that. If someone knocks at his door or calls his cell they can absolutely fuck off. It's unlikely to happen though, given the hour. ]
You feel like sleeping? Or do you need anything, are you comfortable? [ He asks her while shifting a bit so he can see her face, he cups it tenderly as he meets her gaze. ]
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Tomorrow. We can watch it tomorrow.
[They can have a lazy day together. She can borrow his clothes. They can watch the Lake House. She'll cry because she always does, but it has a happy ending. She yawns and looks up at him when he tilts her face up towards him. Alexis gives him an adorably sleepy smile.] I got you. I'm good. Just need to rest my eyes a little.
[And then she'll have a second wind.]