Destiny, Roses & Romance
Part II: Chapter 45

Their morning consisted of nothing more than moments, little specks in time when consciousness took over. Just brief flashes of feelings before they shifted and surrendered to their bodies need for rest.

Sunlight was warm as it streamed through the window and assaulted her still way too tired eyes when she tried for a moment to blink them open. The sunlight was warm, but not as warm as his skin. After an internal debate that lasted about two tenths of a second, she closed her eyes and rolled over, deciding that she wasn’t ready to leave this bed anytime soon.

Resting her head on his shoulder, Alison sighed softly and dropped back into sleep before she could think of anything but how nice this was. How much she loved having him near her whenever she wanted to awaken.

Voices pricked at his senses and woke him much later, soft spoken and unable to control their giggling. He offered a small smile and a halfhearted wave to his cousin and Livvie when he opened his eyes to see them peeking through the door of the bedroom. They shut it again quickly though, and thankfully silently so that it didn’t wake her. He turned his head to place a kiss on the blonde hair of the woman in his arms. With another smile, he closed his eyes again, deducting that twenty minutes more wouldn’t do any harm.

She was surprised to awaken to the friction of her hand sliding across his bare chest. The sun on her back, the blankets a tangled mess around their waists. But when her palm settled above his heart, she didn’t have the strength to fight the drowsiness any longer.

Her hair was brushing his chest lightly, tickling him into opening his eyes. A smile graced his lips as his eyes settled on her, and he pushed her hair away, loosing his hand in the hopeless wavy tangles she was going to have to deal with for not blow drying her hair.

His breathing was deep, even, and her hand rose and fell in rhythm with it. She brushed a kiss on his collarbone before settling her face back into the crook of his neck and matching her own breathing with his.

Rafe groaned, a lack of contact between his skin and hers bringing him back into the real world. Turning his head he found her laying on her side. Without thought, he rolled over to his side as well, spooning her against him. He wrapped his arm around her waist before satisfied that she was close enough for him to fall back into a restful sleep.

The sensation of the silk nightgown sliding across her stomach drew her from her rest. A lazy smiled formed on her lips and she covered his hand with hers. “I love you,” Alison whispered before falling back to sleep with his breath causing the delicate strands of hair at the base of her neck to dance feather light across her skin.

His own movement startled him awake, laying on his back, he let out another sigh. The clock beside the bed was nowhere near right, so he didn’t bother to look at the time. Before he could contemplate getting up, she turned over in her sleep, curling into him. Tangling his fingers in her hair again, he joined her back in dreamland.

The scent of him hung around her, and she wondered if she might smell like him as well. Though had she really been awake Alison would have realized she was almost giddy at the idea that it was possible. She loved the way he smelled. Burying her face in the crook of his neck again, she smiled as she drifted off once more.

A shadow fell over them, and he groaned and shook his head. “Go away, Luce,” he whispered, not bothering to open his eyes and he turned onto his side and pulled Alison a little closer to him. Absently, he heard something drop onto the floor around the foot of the bed, but he was far too content to pay much attention.

“Just making sure you were both still breathing,” his cousin replied, slipping out of the room silently. No doubt she was grinning almost as much as he was.

Alison smiled as she felt his lips brush her shoulder. She could get used to waking up like this. Keeping her eyes closed, she turned her head to look at him. “Morning.”

“Afternoon, actually,” he replied with a grin. Propping his head up onto his elbow, his smiled widened when she looked up at him curiously.


Nodding, Rafe stifled a yawn, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “It’s almost three.”

“We slept that long?”

“I still don’t want to get out of this bed.”

Grinning at his admission, she folded her hands together on the pillow. Absently she wondered when she ended up on her stomach, but she decided to let it go. “Who said we had to get out of this bed?” Alison asked, resting her cheek on her hands.

“Lucy has been in a couple of times already. Once supposedly to see if we were still breathing. She had Livvie with her the other time. At least, I think it was just Livvie.”

Alison closed her eyes, then opened them again quickly. “I don’t care.”

“Alright.” He kissed her temple, then sighed and sat up. “We’ve still got to get up.”


Rafe stared at her for a few minutes before sighing in defeat and leaning back against the headboard. “I have no idea why. Something in my blood more than likely, or the way I was raised? It just doesn’t seem right to spend all day in bed.”

“You know,” she chuckled. “If you weren’t such an angel I could change your mind on that if you’d just let me. Destiny wouldn’t-” Alison broke off the thought, remember his words from the night before. “It doesn’t matter, Rafe, people can talk all they want. For all I care Lucy could have brought in morning news! I’m comfy, and I like having you close. So there is very little reason for me to move from this bed.”

“Yeah, I know.” Rafe pushed her hair away from her face, his smile just a little too bittersweet for this moment. “It’s just… I don’t think this is something you want getting back to everyone that you’ve ever met. Or dated.” The last words were said so quietly, she almost didn’t hear them, even from no more than four inches away from him.

But she did hear them, and she sighed sadly. “Rafe, I really don’t want to have this discussion again. I thought I told you last night-”

“Actually,” he interrupted, pushing her hair away from her face so he could see her expression better as he quickly switched the direction their conversation was heading. “You haven’t told me anything about last night. You’ve changed the topic at every turn and done your very best to avoid answering what happened. So why don’t you tell me, Alison? I think that I need to know.”

Shaking her head was next to impossible while laying down facing him, so she gave into her fate and answered her angel. “It was… It was nothing, Rafe. It was just a dream.”

“Must have been some dream,” Rafe murmured, his voice urging her to continue but his words refusing to push. He was walking a thin line, and had he not been all too happy to wake up holding her, he might have called her on it. Or called himself on it.

“Y-Yeah. It was. I guess.”

“You guess? Alison, you drove over here in the middle of a storm. You were drenched, it will be a miracle if you don’t get sick because it was well below freezing out there. This… Alison, you were terrified, you were… You were destroyed, honey, and if I can keep that from happening again then I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Why do you think I’m not telling you what the dream was, then, Rafe?” Unhappily, she pushed herself up, sitting on her knees, she touched his face. “I was destroyed, Rafe, I was hanging on by a thread and you managed to pull me back. That’s all that matters. And I know that you won’t always be able to be here to pull me back like that… It’s not the first time I’ve been crushed, and it’s not going to be the last, it’s just the most… real dream I’ve ever had. I can still feel it, like it really happened.”

“Feel what?”

“You leaving me.”

Snaking his arm around her waist, Rafe pulled her to him, chest to chest, and held her close. His lips brushed hers, then her cheek, before his eyes met hers again. “I wish I could tell you that will never happen, Alison, but we both know that I can’t lie to you.”

“Yeah… You’re really bad at that.”

Unable to stop himself when she started giggling, he chuckled, then found her lips with his again for an all too brief second. “I don’t think I want to be good at it.”

“I know that I don’t want you to be good at it. So I think it’s all gonna be ok.”

Closing his eyes, he tried to push back the knowledge that she was wrong, attempted to force the thoughts of the ticking clock away from his mind. How could anything be ok when he wasn’t able to hold her? “You should probably know, Alison, this has to have been… the best morning… ever.”

Laughing again, she ran her thumb across his dimpled cheek. “Have I mentioned yet that I love you very, very, very much, Rafe Kovich?”

“Does it matter? That’s something I’ll never get tired of hearing.” Kissing her again, he couldn’t help but smile. “I love you too, you know. Very, very, very, very, much.”

“Surely you don’t imply that you love me more than I love you,” she scoffed jokingly. “Because I feel I must warn you, I don’t think that’s at all possible.”

With a smile, he replied, “Then I assure you, your thoughts are very wrong.”

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea
My love as deep; the more I give to thee
The more I have, for both are infinite.”

“That’s cheating!”

“Nope,” she grinned.

“Yup! Quoting Shakespeare has to be against some sort of rule…”

“There are rules?”

“Lots of them. Millions in fact.”

“Have we paid attention to any of these rules?”

“I don’t think so… In fact, I’m pretty sure we’ve broken every single one.”

“Well,” Alison giggled. “You did say I was going to be big, big trouble.”

“And I’m sticking to that. But I also said you were worth it.”

“Changing your mind?”

“Not a chance,” Rafe answered, grinned as his lips found hers once more.

Previous     Falling Menu     Next