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SORRRYYYY I've been away for so long and all of you (all three of you who read my stuff, ily) already know I suck at updating, I really try to get better I promise :D

So ENJOY THIS ON E SHO T i wrote a while ago - Third person??

many transitions whoops

His eyes drooped over the laptop eerily, his common sense screaming to sleep. Alex ignores the fact that he needs to stop, instead bringing himself to reopen the document. The keys sit - cold and untouched. The time blares an early one, oddly familiar. 3:44, quickly changing to 3:45 in a blink of his eye.

The bedroom door to his right swings open, Alex not sparing a glance. John sighs, having it been the third time tonight he's had to come back. John stands annoyingly to the side of Alex, making himself and Alex totally aware of his being there, no words are exchanged.

"John Laurens." Alex doesn't move, his hands flying at the keys, "Get the hell back to sleep, please?"

"Not until you do." Alex swats at John with his left hand, making a less than stellar attempt to push him away.

"I get that you have loads to do.." John starts slowly, "but there's something I haven't told you..." This snaps Alex's head towards him on a dime, hands folded immediately, waiting for the rest.

"What haven't you told me?" Alex swallows hard, his fingernails digging nervously into the palms of his hands. He doesn't really know what to expect, or why John sounds so dire.

"It's nothing too serious, babe." John simplifies the subject further, the tension releasing from Alex's shoulders. A heavy breath falls from his once pressed lips, instant relief filling him.

"What - are you okay?" Alex looks up at him with tired eyes, blinking them as much as humanly possible to stay awake.

"I don't know... I haven't been sleeping, is all."John kneels next to the chair where Alex has been glued to for three days straight, hardly moving. Alex furs his brows in confusion, letting John take his hands.

"Why?" His whisper is hoarse and careless, John's touch making him more exhausted by the second.

'You're not there. A part of me just can't take it - knowing you're not with me. If I do sleep, I wake up every half hour to see if you came to bed... Normally you don't," Alex already knew this - he'd been sleeping in this chair for a few days. His back is cramped from the space - but the continuous writing numbs his pain. His work drives him faster than anything ever could, Washington's assignments earning him more money than he ever thought possible. One more assignment complete, one thousand more dollars in the bank account. One more ninety page essay, one thousand more dollars. The cycle is endless, the writing seemingly fluid - in his blood, a part of him - a piece nobody has ever been able to understand. Until John, that is.

"I'm sorry.." Alex let's his eyes falter to the floor, finding comfort in the darkness. He doesn't even notice his eyes are closed until John moves his hands away.

"Please come to bed... soon," John slinks off back into the bedroom, hoping to have made a mark on Alex's concrete writing block. The laptop blinks, calling Alex back. He shuffles around, unsure of what he needs. If he does this assignment, just finishes this last paper, him and John can pay off their bills for the month by tomorrow.

But John isn't sleeping. That's all that fills the air he breathes. John isn't sleeping without you. He knows he's lost the battle, long before this moment. Alex closes the laptop softly, darkness enveloping him with a tight embrace. He wishes it was John.

Their bedroom door doesn't sound, allowing Alex to slip in silently. Walking feels odd under Alex's feet, but it's one he's missed. Though nothing could replace how badly he missed John, the bed, sleep. The sheets crinkle quietly under his weight, alerting a happily surprised John of his entrance.

-first person switch to bc i said i would do this-

[John's POV]

It's quiet. The sound of the bedsheets next to me turn my head around - meeting the only possible suspect. He smiles, sliding next to me.

"You came to bed, actually?" I smirk at him, "What made you change your mind?"

"You." He states simply, climbing around to lay on my chest, "I'm sorry.."

"No need, Lex. I know why you do it, and I know you have to, but take a break once in a while, huh? I was starting to think I didn't have a boyfriend anymore!" I joke, getting a happy glare back at me.

"I missed you too, asshole." He buries his face under my ear, his lips scratching my skin. They move slow against my collarbone, kissing random bits around it. "It's been too long, Jackie."

I don't have to speak to let him know I agree. I let him sit up to climb over me, bending down to press against my lips. I feel around his arched back, running my hands over his shoulder blades and down his spine. I know this feeling so well, the way his mouth moves with mine, how tense his body gets before relaxing into mine, repeating his three step process until we're gasping for air.

It hurts to leave him. It hurts to stop. I pull him onto me, closer to me, anywhere near me. He mumbles a weak word through our kiss, his urgency coming through strong.

"I-" He gasps for air, flying back to meet my lips immediately, "-love-" He pulls off a final time, only to mutter the word and come crashing back, "-you-" This kiss lasts longer, his arms strong behind my back. I smile, this feeling coursing hard through my veins. It's not love, no - more than that. It's a happiness that I can't describe, a rush you could only get from an overdose, the perfect hell.

"I love you so damn much, Alexander." I growl unintentionally, the touch of his skin on mine too strong in my head. He pulls back from me, looking me dead in the eyes. I can't picture his emotion, but it's one I've seen before - sort of a deadly, yearning need. An angry, sexy glare.

"You are perfection." The only words he whispers, those tense brown eyes melting into mine.

"You are my perfection." He makes his slow descent, flattening his body to sprawl across mine in an attempt to reach me easier. We lay still for long minutes, our breathing in exact sync.

His lips return to mine every few seconds - I am without complaint.

"You have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?" His hair falls around his face, inches from mine.

"Please, explain." I murmur under my breath, staring at him with no other reason than I need to.

"You are my world. My heart, mine. You bring out the best of me - something I didn't think I had. You are my happiness, my universe, my entire restless being. You take up every bit of my aching heart and I wouldn't have it any other way. You slay me." His face is stone, serious as hell. He knows I can't stand that - that look he gives me. It's just so involved...a constant need for me.

I don't have words to match his. I'm speechless, my heart thumping hard in my chest, I can't help the smile on my face. I kiss him hard, as he expected. I roll us around, getting out that perfect laugh I know so well.

"I will do anything for you, John. I would jump off the tallest building in the world for you. Let me have you."

"You already have all of my sanity, what more could you want?"

"You. Your heart. Your mind, no matter how dark it may seem. Your everything."

"You are my everything, Lexy. Forever."

"Forever sounds great to me." He grins, resting his forehead on mine. I kiss him slow, for about the millionth time tonight.

"I love you."

"More than you could ever know."

I lay there, listening to him breathe. I notice it slow dramatically, his eyes closed. His hands rest on the small of my back, keeping us securely together.

This is bliss.

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