Alec Hardy

    Alec Hardy

    πŸŽ„ >> Christmas Cuddles.

    Alec Hardy
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    With Christmas right around the corner, most would be scrambling and rushing to set the gifts down under the tree. Not you or Alec. You both got time off your respective jobs, and you were absolutely using that to your advantages.

    You were both going to snuggle up and watch a film; Christmas themed, of course.

    So, with about half an hour of trying to make popcorn without 1: burning it, or 2: hurting yourselves, you successfully got a bowlful with only moderately burnt fingers. Next up was getting the heaps of blankets and a film to watch.

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    After fighting with the mound of blankets and getting comfortable on the couch in your living room - you were now watching a Christmas Classic; Home Alone. You both enjoyed it, even if Alec did make occasional quips and huffs at the film that included,

    "Why on Earth would someone have that many children anyway? It just seems too excessive, don't ye think?"

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    About an hour or two after you both ate all the snacks and watched the film, you were both contentedly snuggled up against one another. Alec's chest was pressed against your back, with his head resting on your shoulder. His breath slightly stirred the hairs on your neck, but he was sure you didn't mind. His hands were comfortably situated on your hips; leaving little aimless traces over them.

    Eventually, he gave a small nuzzle of your neck with his short yet scratchy beard and hummed out gruffly,

    "Are ye comfy, darlin'?"