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As they get ready for bed their first night together after the chaos of the leak, and this time with his mom’s permission (since she’d previously made Henry sleep in the Queen’s Bedroom following Alex’s big speech). She finally relented after he pointed out that he willingly helped the campaign again after she fired him and his pursuit of turning Texas blue is what lead to her winning the second election and everyone already knows that they’re not exactly virgin flowers so even if someone were to notice or make a comment, they could easily point that out. Plus, after they went through with the fake dating and the leak, they shouldn’t be denied what they want when they’ve suffered enough.
He felt a little guilty at the wince on her face, but as he and Henry prepare to go bed, that guilt washes away.
“Someone’s a bit smiley,” Henry says, as he slides under the covers. “If it’s because you think you’re getting lucky tonight, I’m afraid I’ll have to disabuse you of that notion, I’m a bit knackered from the journey.”
Alex giggles as he slides into bed as well. He loves Henry’s slight teasing and British words, especially because this time feels different to every other time they’ve gotten together of late or in the past year.
“I’m not expecting to get lucky every night we’re together, baby,” Alex states, plainly. “I’m just excited that we’re having our first sleepover.”
Henry looks adorably confused. “Our first what, my love?”
“Sleepover,” Alex states. “We’re spending the night together – completely planned. We don’t have to do anything, but enjoy sharing a bed, and neither of us will have to run or sneak out. We’re just spending a night … together, sleeping.”
“Erm, I did not realize that was so important to you,” Henry says, sounding like he’s trying not to laugh as he gets comfortable on the pillows, shifting to look at Alex. “Or that you would consider a night spent together as a sleepover.”
Alex is smiling. He’s facing him, too. Like two parathesis no longer thousands of miles apart.
“Well, of course it is. In my head, we were always aiming for a goal, you know? Like we were together as friends with blowjobs and like only in relationships did people spend the night, cuddling, and share breakfast in the morning and have pillow talk, but now, here we are… sharing a bed, planning to cuddle, and having teasing pillow talk.”
Henry laughs. “Alright then.”
He leans forward for what Alex assumes to be a kiss, but rather than kissing him, he blows a raspberry in Alex’s neck.
“Hey!” Alex yells indignantly. “What are you doing?”
Henry’s grinning. “I’ve been told there are pranks and jokes played at sleepovers.”
Alex giggles. “And pillow fights and tickle fights – bet I could win that one.”
“Hardly!”
The next thing Alex knows is that he’s being tickled, and he and Henry are lost in a shuffle of trying to win a tickle fight, giggling and laughing.
It’s not until they’re breathless and June’s pounding on the door to tell them to knock it off that they lay back, Henry on his back with Alex cuddling into him.
A minute later, Alex has caught his breath and feels like he couldn’t be happier.
“I’m happy, baby, are you?”
“Always when I’m with you.”