Human After All.

“Then, Devin Sola, would you do the honor of being my boyfriend?” Alistair had a way with words. And I couldn't help but smile brightly and I felt my face heat up. He also had a way with making a guy blush.

I raised my hand to his cheek, feeling the slight stubble on his face; must not have gotten time to shave in a while. I watched his facial expression as I did so, a sense of peace washing over his features; eyes closing slightly, and his hand came and covered the one I had on the side of his face.

“Yes, I can’t think of anything else that would make me happier.” I whispered, a smile ghosting on my lips, feeling like my chest was expanding, almost overwhelmingly in happiness and love. Something I haven’t felt in what feels like a long time. To long. I rested my forehead against his again, feeling how warm his face was against mine.

These feelings were so foreign to me, yet I loved every second of them. It was so new and terrifying, yet he made me feel complete and secure. He started trailing his fingers up and down my forearm, and I couldn't suppress the shiver it gave me.

“Are you cold?” He asked quietly, his breath warming my face, and I smelled the sweet and spicy scent from our pumpkin spice flavored coffee.

“Just a little.” I lied, and he pulled me closer, if that was even possible the way we were sitting. His hand that was trailing up and down my arm, moved so it was wrapped around my waist, squeezing me.

“I should have brought a blanket or something.” He chuckled softly. I snuggled in closer, resting my head on his shoulder. My face felt hot, and my heart was pounding against my chest. I was so nervous and happy that was why I was shaking, but I didn't let him know that, I just enjoyed having his arms around me.




An hour or so later, we decided to get off the roof, one because I was falling asleep in my comfy spot in his arms, and two we each had to get up a little earlier in the morning. So here we were standing outside his RV, saying goodnight to each other.

We were hugging each other so tightly, like we thought we'd never see each other again, which was ridiculous, but it felt good to be wanted nonetheless.

"Good night, love." I felt him smile against my against my neck. "Good night." I took a chance and pulled away pulling his face towards mine, kissing him forcefully, like I was trying to convey how I was still a little nervous at this new relationship, and trying to make up with it with kissing those very kissable lips of his. He seemed to get the message, because he tightened his grip on me.

He pulled away, and stared me down. "Its okay to be scared, believe me I am too." His smile was reassuring, and I took comfort in his words.

"I wish I wasn't. But I can't say I'm not scared." I confessed. "And thats okay, I don't expect things to easily flow right from the get go. I'd rather take our time, we don't have to rush things."

He gave me a soft peck on the lips, "I don't want to lose you now that I have you, because I pushed you into a corner."

Again the words hit home, and made me feel ten times better. Then a thought hit me. How am I going to tell my fans? I wasn't worried that they would hate me, just how do you say something like that? I was tempted to ask Alistair, but opted out on figuring this one out on my own. I grinned at him and he stared back with mild confusion written on his face, but smiled back.

"Anyway, I think you need to get your sexy ass to bed." he commented. I raised my eyebrow at him. "So you've been looking at my ass?" I teased.

"Well, when you give me such wonderful opportunities to look at it. One does tend to admire." he shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal, a lazy and very sexy smile graced his features.

I couldn't help the laugh that passed through my lips.

“No comment.” I snickered, and I felt him start rubbing my sides, his smile turning into a devious smirk. I felt myself twitch under his watchful gaze, and his smirk grew.

“Why, Devin, you wouldn't be ticklish would you?”

Oh shit. “No, me? Of course not.” I stammered. “You sure?” he ran his hand over that cursed spot on my side and I twitched again. “Because it looks like you’re getting fidgety.”

I quickly pulled him close, trying to bury my face in his chest, while also trying to deter him from tickling me. But all it did was send shivers down my spine as he continued to run his fingers delicately and deliberately up and down my sides, trailing from my ribs too my hip bone where he finally stopped, and rested his chin too my head.

“Hmm, you’re quite adorable when your cuddly.” he commented. I had too ask. “And when I’m not?”

“Quite sexy.” His chin moved slightly, telling me he was smiling. “Drop dead sexy. Handsome, beautiful, completely stunning. The list can go on.” My face felt hot with each compliment. He kissed my head and I felt heat that consumed me coming from his lips. He jerked away and kissed me for at least the twentieth time tonight.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to resist kissing you every time I see you now that I've tasted these sweet lips.” He murmured as he pulled away.

We can agree on that. I thought dryly, after not being able to resist kissing him in the first place.

“Well, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow.” I smirked. “Since I should be going to bed, and so should you.”

I quickly pecked his lips and started backing away.

He pretended to look hurt. “Awe, a better one than that.” This time, my smirk grew. “It’ll have to wait till tomorrow.”

“But first.” I stepped forward and grabbed his head and mashed my lips against his, earning a pleasurable groan from him. I nipped at his lips, and he parted them just slightly, allowing our tongues too dance. I tasted the spicy sweetness that wasn't just from the coffee, it was Alistair, and I knew I could never get enough.

I parted ways and I heard a groan of frustration as I started walking away.

“You’ll pay for that one tomorrow, dear Devin, mark my words.” I turned around, giving him my best innocent look.

“I look forward to it.” I challenged him. I saw his eyes glint in the moonlight, and I knew he would keep hold of his promise.

How he was going to do that, I didn't know and that slightly scared me..

And yet it thrilled me in ways I had yet to discover.



I found myself lying awake in my bunk for longer than I originally intended, before trying too sleep.

When I got back in, I headed straight for bed avoiding the guys curious stares. My face a wall of emotions no doubt, so they stayed away and didn't talk too me. Maybe wondering if things didn't go well between Alistair and I.

Alistair and I.

How weird that sounded in my, knowing the actual meaning behind it. “Alistair and I.” I murmured to myself. I scrunched up my face, realizing how ridiculous I sounded.

I turned on my side, trying to figure out how I got here. How I came to this decision. Because now I have even more time to think about it. And when I think about it, it was surprisingly easy to admit my feelings for him, what I wanted, what I needed. And it was all because of how much it hurt too see him in that hospital bed.

/

I was wiping off the last of the makeup from my face, just wanting to get the day over with so I could go back to bed and process the fact that Alistair had quit his job with Motionless because of me. So he could give me some space. That alone made my heart ache with a kind of regret that doesn't go away as easily as it should.

Balz came in, yelling at me, wondering where I was. I walked out of the bathroom, with a mindset just not wanting too talk too him or anyone else.

“Alistair is heading for the hospital, some dick through a water bottle at him for kicks when he wasn't looking. He’s out cold.” He looked at me apologetically. My mind was blank, but my heart and feet knew what I wanted before I thought it. I ran past Josh and took off towards the commotion, not realizing I had forgotten two necessary things. I pushed past people who were crowding around the ambulance and came to stand close to Chris and Ricky and I saw Brandon across from me.

But what got my attention was Alistairs flushed face, how weak he looked laying on that gurney. I flinched when one of the paramedics stuck a needle into his hand, and I almost yelped when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Ghost, you don’t have any shoes on.” I heard what Ricky said. But I almost couldn't process it until I felt stinging on the bottoms of my feet where my shoes should have been. I was standing on hot gravel, which didn't seem to matter at the time. I should have felt more embarrassed than I had been, but my main concern was Alistair.

~

When Chris and I first arrived at the hospital, and I had actually gotten myself together after having a stupid argument with myself about where I put my fucking shoes. I ran up and down the hospital halls, thinking that if I did that I would find him quicker.

It was Chris who ultimately talked to a doctor, who ultimately had to chase me down and talk some sense into me so he could take me too Alistairs room. Chris who had actually hugged me when I started crying once I seen Alistair. It was then Josh, Brandon and Ricky had finally showed up, along with the Black Veil Brides.

I tried to wipe away the tears so they didn't see that I was crying. But it was too late, because I seen the look Andy gave me. One that the whole world knew that he thought something was up.

I leaned against the wall while Chris and everyone talked. I guess the doctor told Chris and Andy similar yet different stories about what was going on with Alistair.

One, he was physically exhausted, and almost severely dehydrated, and heatstroke was a high probability. Great, more too blame on myself.

I remember feeling like shit before this, when I tried to tell Alistair about my feelings for him, my jealousy when I saw him dancing with Ash at the club. The overwhelming feeling of when he confessed his love for me. How scared I was. When I ran, I regretted it. When he came and apologized at the door, my heart was scattered in pieces, trying to find there way back together again.

All that came back tenfold when I realized it partly was. My fault. Why couldn't I just talk to him, or at least tell him I needed space. But no, I ignored him and then this happened. I looked around and saw some woman with pink and yellow hair snapping at the others, and then walked away with a doctor. It didn't take long for her to get back, and she told us all to follow her into Alistairs room. Andy was still making his thoughts known to everyone here, snapping questions left and right at all of us. When he tried asking me, I just ignored him, too into my thoughts too even think of an answer.

I was too focused on the person laying in the hospital bed in front of me too even care what was happening around me.

/

I blew out a sigh and shook my head, trying to forget it. I still felt guilty over what happened, but I felt relieved that something good came of it.

My phone chimed and I grabbed it, trying too focus again on the here and now.

-Hey, you alright? You looked a little flushed. ;)-

Damn Chris and his intuitiveness.

“Chris!” I yelled.

“Yes, Ghosty?” He yelled back. “Stop calling me that and get your tall ass in here.” I heard something drop and footsteps coming towards the bunks. It was seconds before Chris’ face was peering into my bunk. I shoved my Iphone in his face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked him, narrowing my eyes.

He pretended to read what he sent me, with a foolish grin on his face. One that knows more than he says.

“Exactly what it says.” He smirked. “You look a little flushed. That and you snuck out earlier, and I thought that was weird. My suspicions though, were confirmed when you got back in.”

“What suspicions?” I crossed my arms, leaning my head back on my pillow.

“That you went too see Alistair?” He said it as a question, but he knew that I did and it was only more confirmed when he started stretching his lips into a smile that just made slightly uncomfortable.

“Yeah..” I trailed off. “Can you stop grinning at me like that, it’s creeping me out a little.”

He stopped, but a little smile was still there.

“So what happened?”

I mumbled a quiet. “We’re together.”

I really didn't want too tell him just yet, because it only just happened, but at the same time I couldn't help the grin that formed on my face when I thought about Alistair, how wonderful he is, how sweet his lips tasted. What it meant for me now when I thought about him made my cheeks hurt.

“What?”

“We’re together.” I repeated myself, hoping it wasn't too loud, so the others didn't hear. They were pretty nosy, so I didn't count on them not hearing me.

“As in?” I could tell where this was going.

“As in, if you don’t get what that means, then you’re a dumbass.”

He put his hands up, “Sorry, no offence intended.”

I sighed, my nerves where obviously still frazzled from earlier. “Don’t worry about it, just on edge I guess.”

He gave me a weird look, but didn't question it.

“You’ll see tomorrow, probably.” I murmured, thinking at what Al said earlier.

The odd look never left Chris’ face.


~


The next morning I found myself in a familiar sleep driven state that I get myself in whenever I’m on tour. But it wasn't so bad since I didn't dread it, I actually found myself more awake than I normally am in the morning.

I was even talking too Chris and Brandon AND Josh without the need for caffeine the minute I stepped out too the living area.

That alone seemed crazy to me.

Apparently I wasn't the only one in thinking this.

“So, why are you so chipper this morning?” Brandon meant me, no doubt.

“Am I not allowed to be.” Defiance trickling in my tone. I saw him raise his brow in mild confusion.

“I’ll try to remember that. That you are indeed allowed to be chipper.” He pretended to write something on his hand, like he was taking a serious note. “Devin Sola is allowed to be happy and chipper, even though it as weird as ‘Balz’ because Devin hates mornings, almost as much as Chris.” He mocked. “Pun intended.” He gazed at Josh who covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

I just rolled my eyes. “How are you awake anyway, Chris?” Looking at the tall one who had yet to say a word about this.

“Secret.” he put a finger to his lips, all the while basically telling me to shut up. He was obviously thinking about that girl he was talking too lately. Only reason I knew that was because I hounded him after I saw him sneaking around at night talking lowly on the phone.

“Dick.” I muttered, but in good humor.

My phone went off, and I nearly dropped it as I fumbled with it trying to read the text.

-Good morning, beautiful. See you and the guys in about 2 minutes.-

My face went red at being called beautiful. You can hear it so many times, but whenever someone important to you says it; like Alistair, it made my heart do somersaults while beating in a way that made it hard to breath.

Chris (obviously) noticed the sudden change in my demeanor and he teased, “Who's that?”

I gave him the finger. I reread the text over again. Two minutes? My eyes narrowed in confusion. “Apparently Alistair's going to be here in two minutes.” I murmured.

“Specifically or?” Josh asked.

“Just two minutes.” I shrugged. I heard shouting coming from outside and we all turned our heads.

“So, you were in the goddamn hospital and no one thought too call me or even text me!?” I heard a female shout.

“Sorry, I was unconscious at the time, I wasn't gunning too tell everyone as soon as I woke up!” Alistair?

“And now you’re telling me that you’re dating Ghost from Motionless In White? Like THE Ghost from Motionless In White?” This woman had a voice on her she wasn't afraid to use..

“Can you say that a little louder, I don’t think the rest of the world heard you. And YES, is there any other Ghost in Motionless In White?!” he shouted back. I felt everyone's eyes on me, and I wanted to hide, laugh and slap myself from the embarrassment I felt suddenly.

I heard the door open and that girls voice became more clear. “Don’t bother knocking.” She gave a dry laugh.

“Not like they didn't hear you coming.” he retorted.

“So snippy.”

“Bite me.” I looked behind me and saw him walking in the door behind a short woman, with strawberry blonde hair that was tied up in a bun minus some stray strands falling around her face.

She had a small frame, but I got the impression she could whoop all her asses and then some. “Welcome to the Motionless tour bus, Sweets! Where you’ll never see another woman but yourself.” Alistair joked, waving his arm around.

“Shut up.” We heard Ricky shuffle out and I saw Alistair falter a bit as Ricky jabbed him in the ribs.

I was slightly concerned.. Okay a lot concerned at why he called that girl ‘Sweets’. I looked beside me and Josh and Brandon where giving me shiteating grins, I glared at them.

I looked back over at Alistair and I felt my insides warm at the look he was giving me. It was so full of adoration that I felt like a schoolgirl getting noticed by the guy she likes. Even from where I was sitting I could see his silver eyes gleaming. They seemed to dance as emotions swirled in them, making them a silver grey that had lives of their own.

I wanted so badly to go up too him and hug him, kiss him like the way we did last night, but I was frozen too the spot from untold nerves. I felt the familiar heat rise along the bridge of my nose and cheeks as I stared at him, trying to think of what to do.

He smiled at me, understanding in his eyes.

“Anyways!” The female clapped her hands. “I’m Blake, I will be Alistairs substitute for awhile. While he recovers.” She shot Alistair a glare. He smiled at her. “Awe, is Sweets mad.” He taunted.

“Damn right I am.” He burst out laughing as did everyone else. The guys got up slowly and introduced themselves, while I slipped too the back of the bus, Alistair hot on my trail. I closed the door behind him as he walked into the game room. I turned to him and saw him give me a sad looking smile.

“Did Blake spill the beans too everyone about us?”

“I told Chris, I was waiting for a good time too tell everyone else.” I huffed, crossing my arms immediately regretting my attitude.

“You’re quite furocious when you’re upset, aren't you.” He smirked. “Is it because I called Blake ‘Sweets’?” he asked. I looked away, knowing that wasn't what I was upset about. I actually wasn't that upset, just kinda nervous.

“No, I just wish that I could..” I left my mouth hanging open, trying to think of the words to say.

“Hmm.” He walked over to me, so that he was only centimeters away. He was so close I could feel heat radiating off of him. “You wish you could what?”

“Not feel this nervous around you.” He looked at me, with a knowing smile. “And its not like I don’t want to be around you, I do, really really do, it’s just I feel like I don’t know how to be. Especially around people. This sounds stupid doesn't it.” I looked down, trying to block out his stare.

He curved a finger under my chin and brought me up too face him. “Does this make you nervous?” He whispered. I shook my head, getting lost in his godlike features. His strong jawline, those perfect tanned lips.

“Can you think of why it makes you nervous around others?” He asked. “Because I don’t get too do this.” I whispered lowly, barely hearing my own voice.

“Do what?” He was really digging deep with the questions. “Kiss you, hug you, hold you. Stuff like that I guess.”

He let out a deep chuckle. “Devin, you can do that anytime you want, believe me, I’m not going to stop you. I’m the last person that would. I would only ever stop you if things were going too fast. And I want you too do the same.”

I looked at him, confused. “To fast?”

He suddenly moved his hand away and picked me up, holding me against the door. I grabbed his shoulders, startled from his actions. “What are you-” He shushed me, so I held my tongue.

It was then I noticed how he felt against me, and it brought a whirlwind of desires too my mind. His body was firm, soft. Well muscled from what I imagined him to be, but not too the point that it was ridiculously gross. He held me as if I weighed nothing, pinning me against the door, with only him keeping me there.

“Keeping my promise.” His face was close to mine and I felt his hand moving along my side and resting along my thigh. I remembered what he said last night, and thoughts raced through my head. What did he mean by that? Did he mean sex? Or just kissing? I’m okay with kissing, I might be okay with sex. Okay scratch that I’m not okay with sex just yet. Although the desire to do so was there, I was suddenly scared shitless. My heart pounded erratically and my breathing shallowed too the point I almost couldn't breath.

“Devin.” He whispered, breaking me out of my tirade of perverseness and fear. “It’s okay.” I felt myself relax at his words.

“Your heart is pounding pretty hard right now.”

“I’m sorry.” I breathed out, trying to calm my inner turmoil. “I can’t help it, I can’t keep my head straight around you.” I saw his lips tug upwards, trying not to smile, and I suddenly wanted to hit him and laugh to. “You know what I mean.” I laughed.

“I know.” He smiled for real this time. “It was just funny.”

“And just for the record, we are no wheres near that step yet.” His tone became serious, almost deadly sounding. “When we get there, I want it to be perfect. I want you to be comfortable with the idea, if it comes down too that.” I nodded in understanding, knowing he wasn't just after sex.

“Besides, I want this too work, Devin. I want this relationship too work, I want to be with you on all possible levels.” He turned his head away, his cheeks turning red. “And I really don’t want to scare you off again.”

I smiled despite his words, and a feeling of overpowered ness came over me. The tables turned. I moved so my legs where encircling his waist, and my hands around the back of his neck. I tilted his head so he was looking at me again.

I moved forward ever so slightly, my lips just barely grazing his. His hot breath sending shudders down my back.

“Just kiss me already.” I whispered.

“As you wish.” I barely had time to smile before he pressed his lips to mine. They seared me, waking me up out of my fears for the time, and I reveled in the heat and tenderness he offered. The way my stomach was fluttering it felt like I had butterflies with the wing spans of birds. I was more than aware how he felt against me, and the reaction that I was trying to hide from it.

To soon he pulled away, resting his forehead on my own. My breath was coming out in shudders, like I was cold, but it so much more too the opposite of cold I was feeling. I stared at him, and saw that he was trying to control himself. I gave in to temptation and nipped at his lips, giving him feather light kisses, trying to provoke him.

He hissed and pushed me back against the door more forcefully and kissed me so hard that I was seeing stars in the back of my head.

He pulled away again, suddenly, and I groaned. He growled out. “Keep that up and I’m going to lose what little control I have left. And I don’t care if anyone can hear us.” My heart skipped a beat, hearing how much need for me he was trying to reign back.

Something in me apparently couldn't keep my mouth shut. “Keep what up?” I breathed out, running my thumb across his jaw line, and I felt the prickle of his stubble that I had learned to find a ruggedly attractive feature of his that I loved. It made him more alluring. He moved his face, his eyes never leaving mine and kissed my thumb. Out of reaction too the heat it sent through me, I ran my finger along his bottom lip, feeling how soft and warm it was.

How strange to think that a man's lips were actually soft, and touchable. And oh so kissable.

I decided to tone it down, not wanting to push him any farther, because if I did I knew I wouldn't want to stop him, scared or not.

“I love you. It might be early to say that still but I do. I’m positive.” His eyes turned soft and gentle. As if he wasn't expected me to say it.

“I love you to, Devin. I love hearing it, from you.” He smiled. He started setting me down, but I kept my hold him, resting my head on his shoulder. He responded by wrapping his arms around me. He walked two steps back and sat on the edge of the couch.

“This is familiar.” He chuckled.

“I know, I just want to hold you for awhile longer.”

“I have no complaints here.” We sat there in comfortable silence, that is until Josh burst into the room, with a hand over his eyes. “You guys better be dressed. I have virgin eyes for naked guys doing the deed and I really don’t want that to change anytime soon.”

“So you seen naked guys before?” Alistair asked, laughing.

I sat up and glared at Josh, who was peeking through his fingers too see if we were actually dressed.

“Sadly, when you live with four to five other guys, you're going to see something you didn't actually want too see.”

“Besides that, Ghost we gotta go get ready. Set is in an hour.” He laughed leaving me and Alistair alone again, but left the door open. Alistair was still laughing, but he stopped suddenly and pulled my face towards him again.

“I’ll let you get ready, I gotta head back to the mobile home anyway, I got to do some shopping and then get some sleep.” I frowned, wishing he would stay. He gave me a small smile.

“Once your set is done, come see me okay? My door is always open to you.” He pulled my head down to him and kissed me softly.

He started to get up, and I stepped away, stumbling slightly from how I was sitting. Righting myself, I looked Alistair in the eye, being almost just as tall him, felt pretty awesome.

“Okay.” But I couldn't move, I didn't want him to leave yet. He moved forward and gripped the sides of my head, giving me one more kiss. And then he turned to leave. I watched him, this feeling a little too dramatic.

“Oh, and do you want to watch Sweeney Todd again, for the hundredth time?” He turned and grinned at me, and I felt the moment dissipate and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Hell yes.”




Once the set was finally over, and I signed some merchandise or whatever the fans had with them they wanted too have signed.

I was power walking towards Alistairs RV, excitement coursing through me. One thing I noticed while playing today, was that Alistair wasn't in front of me in the security line, and I knew it was because he was staying away for me. I tried not to let it bother me as I walked to the side door of the RV. I usually just walked right in, but I knew that his best friend could be in there too, so I opted out on knocking.

I waited a few minutes before I heard a click of the lock and the door opened to reveal the short blonde.

“Is Alistair here?” I asked, keeping my voice guarded somewhat, not used too her.

“Yep, he is.” She pulled away from the door and gestured to come in. I obliged and walked through the threshold, and she shut the door behind me.

“Do you want something to drink?” She asked me. “No, thanks, I’m good.”

“Thats funny, Ali said you like coffee and that you probably wouldn't take it if I offered because you would feel awkward.” I looked away, slapping my forehead. “I’m going to take that gesture as too he was right in telling me that.” She smiled at me.

“Don’t worry, Alistair just wants to make sure you’re still comfortable here.” I shrugged. “I am comfortable, just that I didn't want you to go out of your way, since we just met today.”

“Believe me, I’m okay with it, I've been a bartender and a waitress for a long time, its just reflex for me too offer someone a drink.”

“Well then, may I take you up on that coffee then.” I grinned sheepishly. She returned the same grin. “Sure thing.”

“Have a seat.” I sat down at the table, and she poured a cup of coffee for me, and put three sugar cubes in it, alone with the pumpkin spice creamer. She set it down in front of me, then sat down opposite of me, so we were face to face.

“So.” She said.

“So?” I asked. She smiled a sly smile. “Your dating my best friend. He’s told me a lot about you, but I want to hear it in your own words.”

“What do you want to know?” I asked. “Your age, where you're from, what music you like, what’s your favorite animal?”

I decided I would answer a few questions. “I’m twenty three, I’m originally from Cali, and I like old rock, punk, metalcore, what have you. My favorite animal would have to be a bengal cat or maybe a maine coon.”

“I didn't peg you for a cat person.” I shrugged. It’s not that I didn't like dogs, just preferred cats because of how cuddly they are.

She continued her tirade of questions, they were mostly simple and easy to answer, and thankfully she didn't ask anything personal, not like I would have told her anyway. I was beginning to wonder where Alistair was, because I was sitting here for over an hour.

“Wheres Alistair?” I asked Blake, after she finished up her tea that she made for herself a half hour ago.

“Sleeping, did you want to see him?” I nodded, and she led me towards his bedroom. She opened his door and then gestured for me to walk over to the bed. As I started walking over, I heard the door close behind me and I turned noticing she wasn't going to come with me. I turned back around and saw how Alistair was laying, or more importantly what he was wearing. Or lack of.

He was wearing a button down vest that was splayed open too show me more of what I wanted too see of him.

I bit my lip as I gazed at his chest, his stomach was flat except for the slight six pack that was showing, I gazed down further and saw where his hipbones arched out in a way that made me want to bite them, and then there was the very noticeable v-shape that lead to places I would very much like to explore, but my sight was blocked by his tight hugging jeans.

His arms were thrown carelessly over his head, and a book too the right of his head. I jumped slightly when he turned his head, and let out a contented sigh. I smiled, realizing this was probably the first time he’s gotten a decent sleep.

Throwing away my perverted thoughts, I walked over to him and crawled in beside him, snuggling up close to his side. I looked up at his face, looking at how peaceful he was when he slept. I adjusted myself so I was wrapping my arm around him. I felt him take a sharp intake of breath and then relax. I looked up again and saw that his eyes were now open, but only slightly.

“Devin..?” his tone was slurred from sleep. “Yes?” I whispered. “When did you get here?” He moved too be on his side so he was facing me, moving his arm around me so I was flush against him.

“About an hour ago.” I chuckled. He looked at me with sleepy eyes. “I’m sorry, I must have fell asleep.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay. I was talking too Blake.”

He snorted. “That explains a lot. She questioned you didn't she?” I shrugged. “Yeah, its fine.”

I snuggled close to his chest, noticing again how it was bare and strong it felt too lean against. “Since you were asleep, I came here to snuggle and maybe sleep.”

“Hmm, haven’t slept much have you?” He asked. I shook my head. “Understatement.” I chuckled. I started trailing my finger up and down his chest, and he shivered. “I should have put a proper shirt on.” He grumbled halfheartedly, pulling my tight against him so I couldn't move.

I wasn't going to complain, and by the way he was gripping onto me, it looked like he wasn't going too either.

“Then sleep Devin, I will be right here.” I smiled.

“I know.” I heard his breathing settle into heavier state, which told me he fell asleep again. I rested my head under his chin and waited for sleep too take me as well. I felt warm and safe. I felt needed, and that was the final feeling I had before falling into consciousness, wrapped in Alistairs arms.

Notes

GUESS WHAT I HAVE AGAIN!
INTERNET BITCHHEEES.

finally, I have been able to write this chapter up. It's long but it was fun to write ;)

sorry for the long wait, should have chapters up more regularly again. fingers crossed.

Enjoy! :D