Alfie was stuck in that place between waking and sleeping, and he wanted to stay right there, warm and relaxed and with the scent of Jules around him and the feeling of his skin against his. He knew by now when he woke up Julien would be gone, at work or already up and dressing, and he'd have to get up and leave for work too, and he just wanted a few minutes more in this white space in between.
Then there were ghost fingers around him, and kisses dropped against his skin, and those things wanted to drag him back to himself, but he wanted to stay exactly where he was.