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Aleksander had been a general for almost two centuries and a survivor all of his four hundred years. Discipline, awareness, paranoia—it was bread and butter for anyone who would survive the endless hate and violence against Grisha. Sleeping in was never something he imagined he’d have, even if his wildest hopes came true and he became Ravka’s new tsar. He never expected to sleep in now that he was on the run.
Aleksander felt warmth stirring in his arms and soft, sweet kisses pressed against his neck before climbing to his cheeks and forehead. He hummed, feeling the utter absence of fear. His bones felt like liquid. His mind was foggy, unable to recall where he was. Then he felt gentle lips on his, and he sighed.
“Good morning, sleepy,” Alina whispered, brushing his hair back from his forehead. Her hair was mussed from sleep, but her eyes were bright. Gentle in a way he never thought he’d see again after the war broke out. She rubbed his cheek with her thumb. “You’ve got a crease.”
“Do I?” Aleksander smothered a yawn. He drew the thick blanket over their head and covered them in soft shadows. “Good thing we don’t have anywhere to go.”
She giggled as he hovered over her, covering her with his kisses. Her hands threaded around his neck, and her thighs parted, making the perfect space for him to slot against her. “I thought you wanted to visit the Kerch Museum today.”
“Change of plans.” His hands wandered downwards, finding that secret place that made her shudder and gasp. She was already wet from his ministrations. When he slid in, she moaned, face thrown back in ecstasy. He swallowed her gasps as he began to rock against her. “We should just stay in bed all day.”
After all, why would he want to visit a museum when he already had a masterpiece?