TITLE: The Sleeping Beauty.
PAIRING: Alexander & Hephaestion.
RATING: PG.
CATEGORY: AU
DISCLAMER: I don't know the people involved, they belong to History and to themselves but I wouldn't mind sharing my life with Phai *sighs*
WARNING: excessive fluff.
NO BETA so all mistakes are mine.
FEEDBACK: comments are love!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't ask me why I wrote, just in need of meaningless fluff.
"Once again I am doing it, looking at him while he is sleeping. The feeling is more powerful and my will is weak. I feel amazed because this beauty shares my bed every night, because this beauty loves me as much as I love him, because I've never been happier, because I can't ever think my life without him.
His frame is perfect, sculpted by the Olympians, and it is me who enjoys it; it is me who is hugged by those muscled arms; it is me who is kissed by those warm velvet lips …
My body is reacting to my thinking, it is always the same and it doesn't matter how long we have been together, my heart skips a beat whenever he enters a room and I forget how to breathe whenever his oceanic eyes look at me.
Now, I can see how that ample chest, covered by the thinnest brunette hair, goes up and down, rhythmically, slowly, showing me that he is quietly sleeping; that no nightmares are invading his rest; that he feels safe , lying on our bed.
A well-defined six pack catches my attention, my fingers are eager to run over that strong stomach, they are eager to caress, to play, to enjoy …
A trail of curly thin hair goes down from his chest to his nether region, which is (by now) covered by a blue silk sheet. I don't need to see to know what that sheet is hiding. My index finger travels along his chest, brushing slightly the brownish nipples, which harden almost immediately. It follows his travel over that sun kissed skin, circles his navel and plays with it for a while.
Then my hand feels the need to be bolder and goes beneath the sheet, following that tempting trail of hair. It meets those thighs; the ones which are desired by many but only enjoy by me. Poets and soldiers have written poems about them and almost everybody says that they are the rulers of my body. I will never deny that fact but that is between the two of us.
The rest of my fingers join that index one and my caresses are like butterfly kisses onto the long legs. My hands massage the warm skin and on their way up, they stop at his hips and squeeze them tenderly. They go on onwards, feeling the smoothness of his skin along his ribcage and finally stop at his shoulders.
My lips are ready to taste his skin; it has a wonderful flavour, a kind of mixture between honey and apples, a flavour that is intoxicating, a flavour that makes my knees weak, a flavour that drives me crazy with love and lust. My handsome lover has also a rich smell, one that identifies and distinguishes him from the rest, one that get me drunk and unable to think clearly when I rest my head on the crook of his neck.
His lips are calling mine, they are partially open, inviting mine to possess them, to enter the wet and warm cave and make him moan with ecstasy, with pleasure, with love.
I see my soul mate stir in his sleep, a smile appears on his full lips and his eyes flicked open."
"Good morning, my King" my title rolls out of those lips lazily, as if they were caressing it.
"Good morning, my Love" I answer while pecking his lips.
"Where you looking at me again, Alex?" asks Hephaestion with a smirk.
"You know what I think: You are too_beauty to be true!!" answers the golden lover.
"So let me show you how real I am" says the silver lover while pinning his lover to the soft cot.