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“Alej?”
Nothing.
“Alejandro?”
“Que?” He responds, heavy with sleep.
“I can’t sleep.”
Alej grumbles, adjusting to lay on his back, not yet looking at you.
“What do you want me to about it?” He asks dryly.
“Help me,” You pout, hugging his arm to you, earning a subconscious little smile.
“Do you want me to give you tequila?”
“Alejandro Vargas.”
His full smile finally breaks through, eyes meeting yours with a twinkle of the moonlight that snuck in to watch.
“I can put honey in it.”
“I don’t want your dad’s cough syrup.”
Alej chuckles, moving his arm from his grasp, pulling you to rest your head on his chest. His hand resting on your upper arm, rubbing circles into your skin thoughtlessly, his grip sure and comforting.
“I could put lemon in it.” He continues with an obvious smile.
“I’m going to tell on you.”
“To who?”
“Rudy.”
Alejandro lightly laughs, entertaining you,
“What are you going to tell him?”
“I’m going to tell him my husband bullies his precious wife.”
“Yeah?”
“And that his precious wife can’t sleep.”
His arm pulls you up, capturing your lips with your own; almost too warm, almost too much, his beard that would be neglected till the next morning scratching your face in the process. His other hand wraps around to grip your hip, pulling you on top of him, your legs falling between his own, hips against hips as you tilted your head with the movement, his tongue lazily moving across your bottom lip, leaving your mouth wet as he pulls back.
“I’m just a cruel husband huh?” He teases against your mouth, peppering kisses across your cheek to your ear, leading you to rest your head against his shoulder.
“Well, I think I could redact a few statements,” You murmur, snuggling up to him as he adjusts the bedding, pulling it over your shoulders, his hand resting on your shoulder. The warmth spreads through you in sweet waves, melting you against his body. His chest lowly rising and falling, rocking you to lull your thoughts into nothing important. His free hand trails down your back, holding you at the small of your back.
“Tell me if you need anything,” Alejandro murmurs, sleep filling his voice, his chest vibrating against your face. You nod, unable to pull your body out of the warm lull he was pulling you into. The thick cotton warmth pulling you down, pulling you into the night.