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❝ 𝚗𝚘𝚊𝚑 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 ❞

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CW: sexual content ━━

ㅤ𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓. Blinking slowly, she let her eyes adjust to the brightness flitting through the swaying curtains they hadn't bothered to close the night before. She sighed a little in satisfaction as she looked at Aaron's sleeping form beside her, soft snores escaping from between his lips. The sight almost made her not want to get up.

But the call of her bladder was a little too much for her to handle.

Carefully, she pushed his arms away from her, and shimmied out of his tight hold. She smiled a little at the sight of his relaxed face, a face she rarely gets to see whenever he was with anyone else. She realized, there, that he felt safe with her, enough to let go of his usual apprehensions and anxieties.

She affectionately patted his cheek as gently as she could, before walking towards their en suite bathroom and doing her business. After standing up and washing her hands, she reached forward to grab her toothbrush, when suddenly the door was pushed open.

A sleepy Aaron greeted her with a tired smile as he moved towards the toilet and lifted the seat up. Scoffing in amusement, Alina focused back on brushing her teeth. Looking towards the mirror, she made sure to brush her teeth as thoroughly as she possibly could; she hated going to the dentist, and would prefer to postpone her next visit.

At the sound of the toilet seat being pushed back down, she glanced towards Aaron's reflection and saw him walking closer to the sink. Moving a little to the side, she let him wash his hands before wordlessly handing him his own toothbrush. He accepted it with a thankful nod, before beginning to brush his own teeth.

Alina then spit out the foam from the toothpaste and turned the faucet on. Wetting her hand, she used it to wipe her mouth. Afterwards, she cleaned her toothbrush, and then used the glass beside her to collect water for gargling. As she gargled, she looked at Aaron again through the reflection, and made eye contact.

It didn't take more than five seconds for them to break, laughing at each other faces; with Alina gargling, and Aaron's mouth covered in the foam.

As soon as she finished, she patted his arm as a greeting and walked out of the bathroom, rushing towards the bed just flopped back into it face-first. She pushed herself up, just enough to be able to glance at the clock on the bedside table, and saw that it was still seven in the morning. With a groan, she pressed her face against her pillow, and was prepared to suffocate herself to death when a comforting hand was placed onto the small of her back.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" There was an audible hint of laughter in his tone.

Seeing as her face—and subsequently, her mouth—was obscured, all she could let out was a bunch of unintelligible sounds.

"Right, okay."

Alina had thought that he'd just flop down beside her, and wallow with her because of how early they had woken up during what's supposed to be a vacation, but instead he pushed her on her back, and...straddled her.

"Uh..."

"Good morning," he cheekily greeted, leaning down to kiss her nose.

"Good morning to you too...?"

He laughed. "Why do you sound confused?"

"Why are you straddling me?" She countered, but the only response she had gotten was him slacking against her form and basically crushing her into the bed—luckily, he was merciful and still had one arm carrying a part of his body upright. "Aaron!"

He only continued laughing before pushing himself off her and lying down beside her. He turned to her and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too," she replied. "You know, you don't have to keep repeating it."

"But I love reminding you how much I love you," he cheekily told her, winking.

"Oh my God, I've turned you into a cheesy teenage heartthrob. Noah Centineo better watch out-- hmmph!"

A sound of surprise left her as Aaron leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her lips without warning. It was warm and inviting, and she couldn't help herself from returning it immediately. It didn't take long before it progressed to something more heated and passionate that she had to pull back a little just to look at him.

Breathlessly, she looked at him, saw the lust swirling in his dark eyes. His pupils were blown, and his face was ever so slightly flushed in anticipation. And his lips had become pinker, and without thinking, she lunged forward and connected their lips once more.

The force of her lunge had given him enough momentum for him to grab onto her waist and move her on top of him, letting her be the one to straddle his hips. Her clothed heat sat dangerously on his hardened length that was still covered by his underwear—having only slept in his boxers and a t-shirt—and he groaned into her mouth at the friction.

Now, Alina had always been a giver in most of her sexual escapades. But Aaron early on had taken that role, and refused to let her work. But after they had gotten together and the sex was a lot less for pleasure and a lot more for love, they began to work as a team.

Which was obvious in the way Alina was grinding on him as she began to kiss down his neck and left as many hickeys as she could without embarrassing him too much in public. She made sure to pay special attention to that one spot near the crook of his neck that made him let out a near-guttural groan while his hands moved down to squeeze her ass. The heat radiating from his hands made her moan and grind on him harder.

She pushed herself up, hands on his chest, and moaned loudly at the feeling of his length nudging her clit just right. She moaned again before pulling her tank top off, eyes closed as she lost herself in pleasure. With her lack of bra, the cold air mixed with her arousal made her nipples hard, and Aaron didn't waste any time, placing a large hand on her left boob.

The warmth of his hand made her shudder.

"Fuck," she cursed, before finally getting up and removing the rest of her clothes with no hesitation. Aaron quickly followed suit, and soon, he had Alina beneath him again; lips crashing against hers, one hand holding him up, and the other moving down towards her wet center.

Alina moaned into Aaron's mouth as she spread her legs, ankles immediately hooking behind him as she pulled him closer. His fingers were working already wonders, focusing on her clit as he pleasured her with no restraint. The number of times they had sex had allowed him to learn exactly how she liked receiving, and he realized early on how sensitive she can get.

Smirking into the kiss, he moved his fingers gently down her folds—earning him another shudder—and circled her entrance, right before pushing in two digits. Her walls quickly clamped down on his fingers, milking him in as he began to move in and out.

She whined. "Fuck, Aaron."

"You like that?"

"I love it," she whined again. "Faster."

"No, no," he shook his head. "I'm taking me time with you." At the groan of complaint he received, he tutted. "Patience, kitten."

"I love you," she breathlessly admitted.

"I love you too."

Removing his right hand from her pussy, he used it to guide his length right on to her entrance, slowly thrusting in. They moaned in unison, and Aaron quickly moved his free hand towards her left hand and interlaced their fingers. With a gentle squeeze of reassurance, he began to set a pace as his hips continuously met hers.

Alina quickly wrapped her arm around him and pulled him even closer—if that were even possible—and kissed him as if she hadn't kissed him in years. As their tongues clashed, she couldn't help herself from releasing her hold on him and gently moving her hand down towards his torso, fingers caressing his scars.

The first time she had ever paid attention to them was only after they had officially gotten together, and Aaron finally opened up about his past: from his abusive father, Haley, his beginnings in the FBI, up until the Reaper. It had been an eye-opening experience to the both of them—as she also talked about her mother, and how the woman left their family—and only strengthened their already strong bond. And the mere action of feeling the slightly raised skin reminded them both just how lucky they were to have survived the worst, which led to them eventually meeting as if fate had pulled them together.

Letting out a drawn-out moan, Aaron sped up his thrusts, loving the way her walls uncontrollably fluttered and clenched around him. He knew by the way her nails were digging into the skin of his back, and by the sounds of her moans getting louder.

He pulled away from her lips and asked, "Are you close?"

She nodded and moaned even louder. "I'm so close!"

With a clench of his jaw, he nestled his face into the crook of her neck, hissing into her skin as he drowned in pleasure. He then whispered, "Cum for me."

His words quickly triggered her release, and her entire body began to shake as her orgasm washed over her. Her legs tightened around him, and she used both her arms to hug him to her chest, nails scratching his back.

"Fuck," she cursed, throwing her head back.

At the sight of her blissed out face and the way her pussy felt around him, his own orgasm quickly followed. He didn't hesitate to release in her while still slowly thrusting to draw out both their pleasure. Soon, they both came down from their high.

He slowly pulled out—teeth gritting due to the slight overstimulation—and flopped down next to her. As they both heaved, he turned to her. "What do you say we skip breakfast?"

She met his eyes. "I think that's a great idea."

Alina watched as Gwen stared down at her parents' headstones.

After having lunch together, the two families went ahead and accompanied Gwen to visit her parents' grave. It had been at Gwen's request that they all be there for her as moral support, and everyone had done as she asked without question.

It has been long overdue, anyway.

Smiling sadly at the sight of her best friend's tears falling freely, Alina had to turn away and look up at Aaron. Both of them already had watery eyes, knowing just how difficult it must be to be in Gwen's position. She let out a shaky breath and held on to both Aaron and Jack tighter.

The woman had been through a lot, been through hell and back, trying to find herself again. And her one last mission was to introduce her family to her parents.

Spencer had one arm wrapped around his girlfriend tightly, supporting her both literally and figuratively, while the other had a steady hold on the twins' pram. Both Dan and Finn were sleeping quietly, blissfully unaware of the current situation.

Alina, Aaron, and Jack were standing a little ways away from where Gwen and her family stood; just enough distance to give them space and not hear their private conversation.

And as Alina leaned back against Aaron for comfort, Jack suddenly asked, "Is Auntie Gwen okay?"

Biting her lip, Alina slightly squeezed Jack's hand slightly for reassurance. "She's okay," she said, looking down at him.

He frowned. "But why is she crying?"

"She's just...a little emotional." Then, she knelt down in front of him so they were eye-level. A small smile was on her lips; it just enough to make his worries disappear. But her eyes still betrayed her. "Don't worry about it right now, okay?"

Jack frowned deeper, but otherwise nodded. "Okay."

Standing up again, Alina went ahead and resumed her position. But Aaron quickly pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss right at the crown of her head. To ensure that Jack doesn't hear, he whispered, "Thank you."

She frowned a little. "What for?"

"For being so good with him," he shrugged a little. "And for being Gwen's best friend."

"No need to thank me for either," she told him. "I love them both so much. And they both deserve the world. Gwen...all that she's been through...she needs some happiness in her life, and I'm glad she has aa family now. She deserves every good thing that's coming her way. And Jack..." She bit her lip a little and shrugged as she admitted, "he's my life now. The both of you are."

Aaron gave her a smile, accompanied by a look so soft and loving that she felt like melting on the spot. Though his eyes were still teary, it didn't hide the fact that when he looked at her, it was as though he was looking at the sun; the one object in the entire universe that was giving him life.

He took both Alina and Jack in his arms and held them both tightly. He made sure to give Alina a quick peck on the lips before he casually spoke two words that had Alina feeling as though her heart had stopped beating.

"Marry me."

author's note: merry christmas everyone!!

i know its not actually christmas yet, but might as well tell yall in advance. i love christmas hehe <3

anywho, here's yalls christmas present, ig !! it the second to the last chapter (not including the epilogue) and i'm sososososo excited for you guys to see how arlina's story ends. it also actually glimpses heavily into gwen and spencer's plot line which will obviously be tackled a little towards the end of 6:30, but yeah at least yall know what to expect, because lemme tell yall now, 6:30 is def action packed, but it's also a lot more angsty and traumatizing than both pov and rem. 

hope you guys are as excited about it as i am!!

love you all :>

also yes, lina knows who noah centineo is lmfao. a certain little sister of hers is a sucker for corny romance movies hehe