Pillow Talk (Nelliel, Alex) [Closed]

It was a nice enough evening in Vastime, Alex had to say. He wasn't really used to nights like this. Usually it was either something kinda shitty outside in America, or something down in Brazil where it was always humid as fuck. That was normally fine, honestly he didn't think too much about the weather. Truth be told Alex could sleep in just about anything if he was tired. The difference this time was more the company.

Sure, Alex was far from a virgin. Definitely not like ol' King Beta Male, though he was a pretty cool guy, so he'd never call him that to his face. But there was something about this current lady that gave him a little pause. For starters, he'd nailed her like, more than once before he bounced out. That was already a pretty big change, usually he didn't really want any of that baggage. But this'd sort of become a regular thing by now. I mean shit, they'd even had dinner once or twice. Honestly, it was all real new to Alex, but he didn't quite mind.

There was something pretty surreal to Alex that he could turn his head and see one of the former fuckin Espada in the same bed as him, but he played it pretty cool. He wasn't exactly the sort of dude to get too starstruck, though to be fair, “star” wasn't quite right in this circumstance. Eh, the point stood. She was at least famous enough, relative to him anyway. Reaching to the nightstand for his pack of cigarettes, he lit one (without asking, truly a rudeboy he was) and thought about the whole situation.

So they were fucking on the regular. They had dinner more than once. Oh, he kinda thought about her when he was just out and about. Had he mentioned that one? He hadn't, but it was a big deal. It bothered him more than he thought it would. That wasn't really the sort of thing he did usually. He thought about stuff like gambling and food. Even when he thought about chicks, it wasn't really any specific ones, just the idea of “chicks.” But now here he was, thinking about one in particular. So he thought for a little, and after a second or two, he asked a question, staring at the ceiling, and wondering if maybe he was just drunk or something.

“Yo, Nel. Are we dating?”