Hi there!

So, I recall telling you guys about another possible chapter for this little story and... Here it is :D Sorry it took me so long, and thank you for being so patient, but now here I am, as promised with Alex's "jealous reaction", lol :)

Personally, I don't see her as a jealous kind of woman, not in the obvious intense way however, but maybe that's just my headcanon, I don't know. Anyway, I still came up with something that maybe could get that sort of response from her...

Also, among all the lovely comments you left about the previous chapter, which I'm so happy you have enjoyed :) I noticed one from a guest who said something about Alex not being jealous when it comes to Piper and men, and... I absolutely agree with that. Always had that impression, too :) In fact, in my other attempt at a "jealous Alex" in my "Unrestrainable Affection" story, I had Piper trying to trigger Alex's jealousy by having her talk to a guy, which resulted just in a very amused Alex, of course.

Because Alex Vause isn't certainly the type to get threatened by a man in that way... On the contrary ;)

Anyway, I'll leave you guys to the chapter now :)

Oh, two more things... There is no smut here, surprised, huh? I am too, lol.

And if Alex looks a bit OOC at the beginning when she shows up, well... That's kind of the point, but that's just for a little bit, don't worry :)

Enjoy


You have always suspected, always known, that Alex isn't a jealous type.

In all her vast, colorful spectrum of emotions that very specific one simply doesn't have a place where it could fit without drastically unbalancing the bold and confident core of her character.

Despite the way she has grown up, bullied and mocked, insecurity is something that has just never been part of her dna.

You think that you really shouldn't be disappointed and instead consider yourself lucky that you are not in one of those relationships. But, even though you consider jealousy as something highly unhealty, you think that maybe just a bit of it can be kind of sexy every now and then.

The only episodes where such feeling has been stirred up however, it's been when you have seen people, beautiful women, act around Alex in a way you weren't exactly comfortable with.

You hate that feeling.

That stubborn, annoying feeling that chews at you from the inside, leaving parts of you raw and exceptionally sensitive to things you don't want to acknowledge.

You have no reason to feel that way. Because Alex does absolutely nothing to feed that irrational emotion or deliberately decides to upset you in that way, but she definitely enjoys watching your reactions whenever you act a bit more possessively towards her.

You wish - for how ridiculously foolish - that you could have Alex react like that just once, but you have abandoned from a long time that inexplicable tiny hope that has flickered at the idea of having her act a bit possessive when maybe someone would pay to you certain kind of attentions.

Even your deliberate attempt to trigger such feeling out of curiosity have earned you nothing but one of those infuriating amused smirks of hers. And eventually, after a few failed, frustrating attempts, you simply gave up trying or even paying attention if you could succeed in your intent.

Although... Apparently, much to your surprise - and secret delight - that's the moment when you, without even noticing, and sure enough without even trying to, for the first time, you manage to stir something very close to jealousy in your very confident lover...

There is this big beach party one evening.

Half bonfire, half barbecue kind of party that no one has really, officially organized but somehow everyone ends up there bringing food and drinks.

You love this kind of things.

The improvisation.

The music and dancing and eating in company, staying around people in general without it being for a specific occasion.

And if it is all on a private beach just a little before the sun is starting to set and hide under the ocean at the horizon, well... It just makes it all the better.

Kind of romantic even.

If only Alex was there with you to share this moment, because even if you are still having fun, it's not quite the same without her.

Alex has woken up with backpain this morning, probably due to some of your... uhm, intense activities performed on surfaces not exactly adequate for those specific kinds of activities. You take full fault for that one, but without feeling guilty about it considering the wonderful night you have spent making each other crazy.

You, however, feel guilty for the fact that she had to post pone an afternoon meeting because of that annoying pulled muscle and with that also post pone your improvised evening out.

You check your watch for the third time in just as many minutes and sigh inwardly, not feeling exactly concerned but maybe a bit anxious, because Alex was supposed to arrive almost half an hour ago.

You worry your bottom lip at the thought, and after a few more minutes of contemplation, you decide to leave the heart of the party, walking away from all the noise of loud music and chatting and laughters to call Alex and ask if everything is okay and if she is on her way over.

The call goes straight to voice mail as you were afraid it would, meaning she's probably still busy with the whole meeting thing.

You are just considering the idea to stay there, on your little quiet spot, leaned against the railing of the walk board near the shore, away from all the main fuss of the party and wait for her and see if you can spot her arriving, confident that she would be here soon despite her being more than just fashionably late, when you hear steps approaching you from behind, way too heavy to be Alex's or even another woman's.

You find yourself rolling your eyes even before the "hey there, sweetheart" that comes as in greetings a second later.

Great.

Just what you needed.

Another party boy trying to hit on you with probably one of those half assed pick up lines.

You turn to face whoever this guy is anyway, forcing a tight smile on your face and not even looking a bit surprised when you are met with the perfect stereotype of a frat boy, wearing only board shorts and flip flops, and showing off the body of a football player with tanned skin.

For a moment it feels like being back in high school and you feel like rolling your eyes again when he flashes you a smirk that he probably thinks charming.

It just makes him look cocky, and definitely not in that appealing, knee buckling look that your lover has mastered. But you return the greeting and press your lips a little tighter together in what you hope resembles a smile.

"The party is over there sweetheart, wanna get back for a dance... or a drink?" He ventures, taking a step closer and you take one back almost on instinct as you reply as politely as you can.

"Thank you, but I'm waiting for someone else."

Unfortunately, just as you expected, he doesn't seem to get the message.

"Well... Whoever is making you wait here alone doesn't deserve your time." He says leaning against the railing and even closer to you with another one of those smiles.

Ugh.

Seriously?

You barely resist the urge to wince, because he's trying to play suave and failing so miserably in the attempts that is painful.

Honestly, you feel a bit sorry for the guy.

But definitely not enough to accept his invitation.

You sigh realizing that you must spell it out to have him understand that you aren't looking for company. Or, more specifically, not his. "Look, I really appreciate the-"

"Oh there you are baby!"

You turn with a frown when the sound of another voice and steps of someone quickly approaching cuts you off, watching as a brightly smiling girl with short auburn hair wearing jeans shorts and a bikini top holding two beer bottles makes her way towards you from the beach.

You have to squint a bit but eventually, as she comes closer, you recognize her - vaguely - as a friend of one of Alex's acquaintances.

"Hey! I looked all over for you." She says in lieu of greeting, sounding a bit breathless for the half jog.

For a fleeting moment, you think that she must be talking to the guy that's been hitting on you, but she's looking and smiling - grinning - right at you, stopping right in front of you.

...and throwing you a subtle "play along" wink.

Oh.

You recover pretty fast, coming up with an answer and wiping the frown off your face before your silence and mild confusion could look too suspicious to your... admirer.

"Y-yeah, sorry, I was... uhm, just... waiting here."

For how little, it seems to be more than enough to have the guy back off immediately, especially when this... very cute girl wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer.

"Thanks for finding her for me, Johnny boy." She says, smiling gratefully - and way too sweetly for it to be authentic - to the now very uncomfortable looking guy.

"S-sure, no problem." He replies with a stuttered nervous laugh, "I... think I'll leave now... and... uhm go back to the... Yeah." He gestures awkwardly to the party, rubbing the back of his neck and looking absolutely embarrassed and probably even a bit disappointed when he walks off, shoulders slumped, mumbling something under his breath about the only blonde of the party being into women, go figures. A half true assumption that for once you don't feel the need to fully correct.

You are still a bit confused by what happened in the last minute that you only return to yourself when you feel the arm that had been wrapped around your shoulders slide off and hear your rescuer sigh in relief beside you when that young man is enough far away and out of earshot.

"Sorry about that and the whole baby thing," She apologizes as you turn to face her, and before you can reassure her and tell her not to worry, she continues, "But trust me," She says with a playfully serious expression, "The only way to have him to piss off is giving him a solid reason to not even try. Also... you really looked like someone who needed a little help over here." She adds with a wide smile, so contagious and bright that you find yourself returning it.

"He's not a bad guy." She reassures with a dismissive shrug. "He just likes to think that he can have every girl fall for him."

You can't even help but snort at that. "Right. And here I was, just thinking that it was something other than the typical male condition."

Your sarcastic quip is apparently funny enough to earn a laugh from your companion. A pretty, deep, and sincerely amused laugh that makes you grin.

"Yeah, tell me about that." She replies then with an eye roll before smiling curiously at you with the subtle uncertain frown that someone wears when they are digging into some memory.

"I think that I've seen you around before, but we have never been properly introduced. I'm Andy." She says, offering her hand before venturing with, "And you are Piper, right?"

"Oh, yes, that's me." You reply taking the offered hand for a brief, gently firm shake. "Nice to meet you. And, uhm... thanks for the help."

"Always available to help a pretty lady." She smirks as she playfully half bows. "Although, I have to say that you look like someone who can take care of herself. In fact, I believe that this time I might have saved poor Johnny instead. You looked this close from exasperation... and from kicking him in the nuts."

You chuckle because you can't fully deny that such idea hadn't in fact crossed your mind.

"Let's just say you arrived at the right moment."

She grins. A gorgeous smile that reach sparkling amber eyes, and that only drops a little when she looks down as if suddenly remembering something.

"You want a drink?" She asks holding up one of the two beer bottles that she is carrying and... usually you don't accept drinks from strangers, especially at some mild wild party where anyone could slip something in. But she seems nice, and most important, the bottle is still closed.

So you accept and thank her, twisting off the cap and taking the first refreshing sip, barely managing to hold back a moan as only now you realize how thirsty you actually were.

"So... I take it that the music was too loud back there?" She asks conversationally, gesturing to where the party is still going strong. "It can get on the nerves after a while, I know." She adds understandingly and, she's not wrong considering that you have walked away also because of that reason, but in the end, you admit that you're here because you're actually "waiting for someone."

Maybe it is the soft smile that never fails to tug at your lips at the thought of Alex, or the way for a moment you space out, looking towards the beach walk board, thinking about where she is and if she's actually coming. Whatever it is, it's enough to give you away and have your new friend look at you with a knowing smirk.

"Oh, I see." She drawls before she takes a sip from her own bottle. "And... would this mysterious someone be a certain tall, dark haired woman?"

The blush that creeps up your neck tinging your cheeks of a light pink, and the way you tilt your head down in a poor attempt to hide it should be enough to answer her teasing question, but you still confirm it with a quick, shy, "Yep."

When you dare to look up again you are not even a bit surprised to be met with an amused smile, however, what she says next, that does surprise you very much...

"Uh. Lucky girl that Alex." She comments giving you an appreciating, yet mannerly once over that have nothing to do with the very rude ones you have received before as her gentle gaze lingers, especially on your face, before she diverts it to stare at the horizon as she takes another casual sip from her beer bottle.

It's a comment that throws you off balance for a moment. Because of course you have heard that before, but... always in reverse.

It's always been something that had been addressed to your lover, and something that has annoyed the shit out of you whenever someone, both young women and occasionally men, stared at her.

...If you didn't already know how much Alex hates receiving all that attention from strangers almost whenever she goes.

But having someone compliment you for once, flashing you a sincere smile and maybe letting their gaze linger a little longer in such a gently appreciating and not too obvious way, you have to admit that it feels kinda of nice.

You even blush a little.

More because it's the first time that another woman subtly compliments you instead of your gorgeous lover, than because the woman who says it is actually very pretty herself.

You don't say anything back, just accept that innocent compliment for what it is and take a sip from your beer as well before your friendly companion changes subject.

You talk for a while and besides that initial harmless flirt, she doesn't try anything more obvious. Which is respectful in a very refreshing way.

She's actually really nice.

Funny and smart.

You learn that she's just a year older than you, and is here on vacation, not for work, whatever that means.

You don't ask. But you have the impression that she might not be in the same business of Alex even if, strangely enough, they kind of share part of their company of friends.

You talk very easily, banter and laugh flawlessly, at the same frequency, with a very similar humor, and you are so taken in having such a nice moment with her near the shore, that for a few minutes you almost forget what brought you out here in the first place.

A light, yet confident cadence that you would recognize anywhere and that has your heart leap in your chest every time reminds that for you when you hear the steps approaching on the creaky boardwalk.

You are both laughing the end of some joke when, from the corner of your eye, you finally catch a very familiar, tall, lean figure. The unmistakable one of your lover. And you immediately turn to greet her with a full bright smile.

"Hey, there you are." You exclaim softly, sounding more than a little relieved, because, "I was getting worried." And it's true; only because you were talking and laughing with a new friend it doesn't mean that a part of you wasn't still thinking about her. Because you always, always think about Alex. It's become a part of those things that your body does without you even realizing it.

Like breathing.

You are waiting for her to come closer and maybe give you a kiss, like she always does when she returns from somewhere. Instead, she does the last thing that you expected her to do.

She takes a small step back.

It's almost imperceptible. But you notice. Just like you notice the almost emotionless way she greets you.

"Hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to... interrupt." She replies sounding so strangely uncertain as she looks back and forth between the two of you.

You are left so puzzled by that weird reply and look, that Andy is the one who comes up with an answer first and reassures her with a dismissive wave before you can even think about what to say.

"No interruptions, I was just keeping your girl company until you showed up." She assures before greeting her with a smile and a warm and friendly, "Hi Alex. It's good to see you."

Alex gives a short nod, lips pressed in a tight smile that makes you frown, even harder when she greets your new friend - and apparently her own acquaintance - with just a very odd and detached, "Yeah. Good to see you too, Andrea."

You are aware that your lover might not be very enthusiastic to be around people sometimes, but she is always polite, and this distant look and tepid tone towards anyone really is just... So unlike her.

It concerns you a little, and it makes you immediately wonder what might be wrong.

Maybe Andy doesn't notice it, or maybe she is too nice to say anything about it and instead diverts what you feel is becoming an awkward growing tension by gesturing back to the party with an excited smile.

"So now that you are here, should we all get back to the party, ladies? I believe they are about to start with the barbecue."

The smell of smoke and grilled meat is already in the air with the salty one of the sea and it's making your mouth water, but when you glance back at Alex she looks less than interested in joining.

"Actually," She starts and you already don't like that tone or the way her gaze shifts once again between you and Andy. "I think I'm just gonna go back to the bungalow," She announces much to your disbelief, pointing back to the cozy little place you are staying in, just a little further away from the beach. "But you stay here and have fun." She says to you, coming closer at last to rub her hands up and down your bare arms, "I'll see you later, kid." With that, she leans in and kisses you softly on the cheek - and even that feels weird - before she turns to leave, and you are so dumbfounded that it almost takes you a full minute to collect your thoughts and realize what is happening.

You blink into focus and snap into action.

"Wha- Alex wait!" You almost sprint after her, already a fair distance down the walk board before you turn back to the young woman who has been so kind and friendly to keep you company for the last half an hour, giving her an apologetic look that is almost pained.

"I'm sorry, I- I have to go. She is probably just a bit tired," You explain because even she looks a bit concerned, or very puzzled at least. "But... it was nice talking to you." You tell her sincerely, hoping that she can see that too, in the tiny smile that shapes your lips under the thickening layer of concern about your girlfriend's behavior that is tugging at the rest of your features.

And she does, nodding with an understanding smile.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. And... it was nice talking to you too, Piper." She replies and maybe, if you weren't in such a hurry to catch up with Alex, you would have paid more attention and noticed the softness in her tone and the little, delicate, shy smile that she gives you before you walk away and after your lover.

. . .

By the time you catch up with Alex she's already reached the bungalow that she has rented and you are a bit out of breath, because running on the sand it's tricky, especially in flip flops, but your shortage of breath doesn't stop you from calling her as soon as you get inside.

"Alex, what the- What was that?" You ask her when you spot her in the bedroom, undressing to change into something more comfortable, and if you sound more than a bit exasperated, well... it's with good reason you think.

"Pipes, you could have stayed," She assures with a sigh, not even turning to look at you from where she is unbuttoning her shirt facing the bed. "I'm just tired. Had a long day."

Bullshit.

It's not the first time that she has had a long day and you know how much she likes to relax with some good food and drinks whenever she has the occasion to.

You cross your arms over your chest and harden your stare even if she still refuses to look at you.

"Then why didn't you call me or texted to tell me that you didn't want to go?"

Another sigh, one that sounds more like a groan of frustration actually.

"Because my phone battery was dead," She informs, finally turning to look at you, pulling out said phone from her pocket and dropping it on the bed before running a hand through her thick dark mane as she continues. "So I just went there to the party, but I didn't find you. Until..."

Her voice trails off and her gaze shifts away from you as your lips part in realization.

Until she did find you.

Chatting and laughing and having a drink - and apparently a good time - with another woman.

There is a stutter in your chest. Like your heart has just tripped over a beat as a thought, an impossibly ridiculous thought flares in your mind.

Oh.

You push it aside because there is no way that it could be what you think all of this is about, so instead, you ask her, "Did I do something to upset you back there?"

You are aware of the fact that Alex is a very, very perceptive woman.

Impossibly so.

And you can't help but wonder, feeling guilt rise in your stomach, if you have done something that she has seen and might have interpreted the wrong way.

You dread the answer in the seconds of silence that follow, because the last thing you want to do is make Alex uncomfortable in any way, but you need to know, and most of all, you need to reassure her that if that's the case, then it wasn't your intention.

You ponder over it for a few more moments, watching how she starts to squirm uneasily on her spot under your scrutiny, until you have had enough and finally decide- dare to ask her directly.

"Al, you... You are not jealous... are you?"

It comes out very hesitant, and there is a hint of a frown resting between your eyebrows as you ask it, because the thought is still so very ridiculous.

You already expect her to laugh it off, make some joke about it, tease you for even thinking something like that about her, but...

But Alex isn't like you.

Denying or pretending that she isn't at least a bit bothered by something isn't how she deals with things.

But never, not even in a million years, you would have ever expected the answer that slips from her lips in a soft murmur a moment later.

"She's younger..."

You can barely believe it.

The fact that Alex teases you by calling you kid, a term that has become one of endearment and that never fails in making your heart stutter in your chest whenever you hear it falling from her lips, is also a constant reminder of the age difference between the two of you, which isn't so much, not really... But, hearing her reply now, has you think about things that you had never taken in consideration before, one of which being possibly related to last night's... little injury.

"Oh Al..." You whisper, and just in that moment, as if on cue, she winces and presses her hand against her lower back, right where she said she was hurt, trying to stretch a little with poor results.

"Is this about-" Your backpain you want to ask for further confirmation, but she interrupts you before you can finish.

"Yeah," She laughs. A bitter self-deprecating laugh that doesn't belong in the mouth of your very confident lover. "And she probably wouldn't have to deal with back pain after a night of wild sex."

You decide to ignore her comment and the fact that she has even dared to think about you having sex with someone you just officially met and instead remind her with a slow, steady and firm tone that,

"You fucked me against a wall, Al. Strapped." And if that isn't enough to convince her and provide a more than valid explanation for her little sex injury you throw your hands up and add an exasperated, "And you held me up for the whole time!"

This... This earns you a little smirk.

"You make sound those three minutes like it was half an hour, kid."

You blush and swat her on the shoulder for that, for always being a tease about you tending to be sort of a... uhm, premature ejaculator when it comes to Alex fucking you in certain positions. But the light sting of embarrassment is totally worth if it means that you can see Alex smile like that at you again. Looking more like the Alex you know. Your Alex.

A few moment pass until she finally lets out a sigh, closing her eyes and running a tired hand through her long dark mane in the way she does when she's truly tired.

"I'm sorry, Pipes." She apologizes then, sounding sincerely sorry for something you haven't even blamed her for. "I really had a long tiring meeting with the guys, and-"

When you see her grimace again and shift in her position, pressing her hand against her back, you stop her string of unnecessary apologies by leaning in and pressing your lips against hers in the softest of kisses.

This does the trick.

And you revel in the way you feel her melt into that simple kiss.

Tense muscles relax under your palms when you wrap your arms around her shoulders. And it's right then, when you feel the way she softens against you, that a very tempting idea crosses your mind.

You pull back from the kiss with a wide excited smile

"Take off the rest of your clothes and lie down on your stomach." You simply tell her tilting your chin to the bed.

She quirks an understandingly curious eyebrow at you.

"Is this a new one of your kinks, Pipes? Because I-"

"No, you pervert." You interrupt her with an affectionate eye roll, "It's not what you think. Or... "

On second thought...

"Just... let me try something first, then we see where it leads us."

The gorgeous smirk that stretches across her lips at that promise is absolutely radiant, reaching her eyes in that way that makes them sparkle with mischief.

"Sounds intriguing. I'm in."

You go to the bathroom to retrieve some things and when you come back Alex is taking off her glasses, resting them on the night stand before laying down on the bed as instructed with only her boy shorts on. She moves more stiffly than usual and the little hiss and groan that slips past her lips is the confirm that, despite what she might have made you believe this morning after your little fuss over her, she's more than just a bit sore.

You climb onto the bed with your supplies and straddle her hips, sitting on the firm swell of her ass, from where and you can perfectly see her grin in that "I like where this is going" way.

However, when you grab a bottle of oil and twist the cap, that grin turns into a frown as, with the corner of her eye, she glances back up at you.

"Uh, Pipes?"

You shush her softly, leaning in to soothe that mix of confusion and curiosity with a kiss on her jaw.

"It's okay baby." You tell her, thinking about how weird - as in a good, invigorating way - feels for once be able to top Alex and give her orders. "Just relax."

And she obeys. Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, letting you do what you had in mind without further questions as you pour and warm up the oil in your hands.

You focus your efforts on her lower back where she is most tense, but pay attention to the rest of her back and shoulders as well, apologizing when you use too much pressure with your thumbs on the knots that have been bothering her all day and she hisses, squirming in mild discomfort beneath you, but eventually, after a few adjusting minutes, you find your rhythm and figure out the right pressure; soothing and soft, but at the same time firm and purposeful where it needs to be, and if the way Alex hums at the ministration, especially when you start to climb her spine by drawing upwards circles with your thumbs at each side is anything to go by, then you are doing an excellent job, and the knowledge has you grin with delight.

There is something in touching Alex like this.

Sensual despite the innocence of the touch.

You enjoy it deeply. As does Alex.

Massaging her until the last tiny knot of tense muscles at the base of her spine has melted under the warmth of your touch, leaving her completely relaxed and smelling of a delicate mix of rose water and almond oil.

It isn't lost how her breathing has become more even by the time you finish.

Deeper. And if you wouldn't know better, you would swear that she has fallen asleep.

"How do you feel baby?" You ask her, knowing that she is very much awake instead, but very softly as to not disturb the quietness wrapped around you. "Any better?"

She hums, stirring a bit like she does when she wakes up in the morning.

"Oh, so much better."

Your grin widens at that answer as you wipe off the rest of the oil left on your hands on a towel and then, very quietly, as to not disturb your beloved creature's moment of peace, you gently slide up to lay on top of her, pressing your front to her back and resting your weight lightly on her.

If the way she hums in contentment is anything to go by then she definitely enjoys this arrangement and when you slowly run your hands along her arms until you reach her hands resting under the pillow and intertwine your fingers, you can see the smirk twitching at the corner of Alex's mouth at the gesture.

"Thank you, kid." She breathes sounding indeed very grateful, but most of all calm and content.

"You very are welcome." You tell her, brushing your nose on the back of her neck, pulling aside the few strands of dark hair there before planting an impossibly tender kiss right on that spot behind her ear that has her purring once again.

You stay like that for a while, until it starts to become a little uncomfortable and you are forced to change position, sliding off Alex as she turns on her side to face you with an expression that is pretty close to pure bliss after the way you have taken care of her, and yet shadowed by something that resembles... guilt.

You don't have time to ask her if she is okay that she sighs and says, "I'm sorry about how I acted earlier, Pipes."

The apologies are unnecessary and you just shake your head and dismiss them, reassuring her that it's okay, and that she doesn't have to worry, but the whole thing about tonight has you think back about a certain discussion that you had an evening some time ago where, at another party, Alex was surrounded by a bunch of attractive young women and you have inevitably ended up feeling a bit jealous about it.

You know that Alex isn't and probably will never be up to that level of jealousy, and actually, you don't even know if that is exactly the emotion she felt when she found you tonight, or if she just felt a bit old and slightly self-conscious because irritated by the whole backpain thing, and seeing you chat and laugh flawlessly with a pretty girl that's much closer to your age has triggered that sort of emotional reaction in her.

All you know is that before, you wanted to know how jealousy looked like on your lover's proud, confident features, and now that you have seen how uncomfortable she looks wearing just a resemblance of it, it doesn't have the exciting, satisfying feeling that you were hoping to get. Instead, it just makes you want to reassure her, echoing the words that she told you that night after you got home and you have reaffirmed your claim on her.

And that's what you do, leaning in and kissing her softly, feeling the tug of her smile against your lips before you pull back just enough to look into adoring emerald eyes and tell her the only truth that lives in your heartbeat, "You are the only one for me too, Alex."


I find the idea of a grumpy Alex so adorable for some reason... So here it is guys, my other attempt to Alex's not-jealousy. It came out much more sappy than I meant it to but... Yeah. Anyway, thanks for reading everyone :D