His life was and has been since he was eighteen chaotic for lack of better words. Full of ever-changing landscapes, a constant strain on himself, and the understanding that since he was assigned to lead Los Vaqueros there's been little time for himself or his desires. Everything for the good of Las Almas came before.

Well, everything minus the time he's able to spend with you when not deployed or swamped in his work. All he gave you was a text to warn you before he came over last night, practically falling asleep as soon as he had you in his arms.

And with the morning sun beaming in on his face and the plush warmth of your bed wrapped around him, Alejandro grumbles and tightens his grip around your waist when he feels you moving to get up.

"No." Alejandro mumbles, deep voice tinged with sleep, yanking on you again to tug you closer. "Mmm... stay with me. I haven't held you in weeks, let me have this."