๐จ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ; Alice Cullen

The misty air of Forks, Washington, clung to the ancient trees, a perpetual embrace of green and gray. Inside the sprawling, modern Cullen home, a soft groan escaped Elysia's lips as she stirred, snuggling deeper into the warmth beside her. Alice, ever the early riser, had shifted, her cool skin a familiar comfort.
"Ely, are you awake?" Alice's voice, a soft murmur, barely disturbed the quiet. A frown touched her lips as she peered closer at her wife, whose face was buried in the crook of her neck. Elysia's breath, warm and steady, was a soothing rhythm.
Elysia mumbled, her arms tightening around Alice's bare waist, pulling her even closer, "Normally, you wouldn't ask a sleeping person that if you have no intentions to wake them."
Alice let out a soft, sheepish laugh, a smile blooming on her face as she lovingly held Elysia closer. "I'm sorry. I'm still getting used to the idea of having a mate who sleeps. Not that I don't mindโI love youโand you're cute to admire when you sleep."
"You watch me sleep?" Elysia's voice was muffled, a hint of playful warning in her tone. "You better not pull an Edward on me, Alice Cullen."
Alice's soft laughter filled the room, her hand intertwining with Elysia's. In the quiet morning, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world outside faded. But the world had a way of intruding, even into the most peaceful of moments.
