Never Forget (Memories)

''Outside.''
    Alec pauses for a moment then shrugs. ''If Carl needs me, I'll be at home. Busy.''
    I smack his arm and he laughs.
    ''Gotcha.'' Cara waves over her shoulder and I look between them then shake my head. Apparently, sex is an open subject in this café. Whatever.
    ''What are we doing?'' I ask Alec when we're outside.
    He threads his fingers through mine and kisses my knuckles, his eyes already darkening as he looks at me. ''We're going to entertain ourselves. I want to see what you bought.''
    I swallow and nod. ''I'm not sure if you'll like it.''
    ''If it's on you,'' he says confidently, ''then I'm sure I'll like it. Unless you've got a tattoo.''
    My heart misses a beat. ''Why?''
    ''Because I'm likely to find it sexy as fuck and you won't be leaving my bedroom for a long, long time.'' He winks at me and tugs me along the road. I smirk to myself.
    There's my afternoon accounted for.

    ~

    Alec's room is a midnight blue, from the carpet to the walls to his bedspread. It suits him. It's dark, dangerous, and a place you could easily lose yourself in. I look around and notice the pictures of us pinned to the wall.
    I run my finger down one of them, of us when we had the ice cream on our faces.
    ''I love this picture,'' I say. ''It's my favourite.''
    ''And mine.'' He smiles at me over his shoulder and pushes his door closed.
    ''Won't your mum be home soon?''
    He shakes his head. ''She's spending the day with her friends in Barnstaple, so I'll see her around lunchtime tomorrow.''
    ''Oh.'' I ignore his flirtatious look and turn back to the pictures. He sweeps hair from the left side of my neck away and wraps his arms around my waist from behind. His lips touch my skin, red hot, branding him to me. I squirm and wriggle in his hold.
    ''Is that all you ever think about?'' I tease.
    ''No...'' He nips my ear. ''Right now, I'm thinking about what you bought today.''
    ''Is that so? Well, you won't find it by nibbling on my neck.'' I laugh.
    He sighs dramatically and presses one last kiss to my shoulder before letting me go. ''There goes today's fantasy.''
    I poke his side. ''You're such a sex pest.''
    ''A sex pest?'' His stormy eyes twinkle from beneath his hair and his lips curl up at each side. ''A sex pest?''
    ''Yes.'' I hold in my giggle. ''One time, and you just want more.'' I remember Jen's words. ''You do have a right hand, you know.''
    He laughs. ''But when I have a stupidly sexy girlfriend like you, why would I want to use my right hand? I mean, Princess, come on. You've seen yourself in the mirror.'' He grabs my waist and pulls my hips towards his. ''You've seen this body, the curves that fit in my hands perfectly, right?''
    My nails graze his front as I run my hands up his chest. ''Funnily enough I see it every day.'' I turn my head and whisper into his ear. My hand holds his neck so his ear stays by my lips. ''But what about me, Alec, hm? What do I do when I have you?''
    ''You just want my dimples,'' he breathes in my ear.
    ''You caught me out.'' I press my lips against his ear. ''But what about if it's not the dimples on your face I'm after?''
    ''Who are you, and what have you done with my girlfriend?'' he whispers, running a hand through my hair. My head tilts back and he kisses down the middle of it to my collarbones. He sucks lightly.
    ''Alec,'' I say softly. ''You're insatiable.''
    He chuckles and I right my head as he steps away, kicking off his shoes. ''And you still have to show me what you bought. You're probably still sore from yesterday so I want to give you a chance to settle before I show you what sex really is. Before I make love to you the way I want to.''
    My breathing hitches and I nod once. ''It might be a good idea if I don't show you what I bought then..''
    ''Why?'' He looks back up. ''What did you buy, Princess?''

    ALEC

    She turns her back to me and slides the shoulder of her top down. She peels away some of a dressing, revealing a heart shaped tattoo with lines through it, dots on the side. She glances over her shoulder and one side of her mouth curls up slightly. I can feel my lids get heavy as they take in the tattoo.
    I steps towards her slowly and she breathes in.
    "Princess," I growl, pinching her top with my finger and thumb. "It's a good idea if you pull that up, because that's seriously testing my resolve."
    I pat down the dressing and slide the material over her shoulder and my fingertip grazes her skin. She swallows and I can see her pulse racing in her neck.

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