You shifted a little yawning loudly, your sweaty hair plastered to your face, as your sore body moved you felt his sticky skin against yours. Your head pounded, the room smelt of whisky, weed, and debauchery. There was light flitting through the thick dark curtains, searing your dizzy eyes, causing you to let out a groan.
You felt his hands move lazily up your waist giving it a squeeze, "Ye hungover?" his quiet, accented voice rung out, "Kill" you grumbled as he moved pulling you closer to him. Your skin stung a little as he moved, feeling something like sitting on a hot leather car seat in a short skirt.
He placed a firm kiss on the back of your neck, running his rough, sweaty hands up and down your body, "Tha tickles Keith," you fussed a little as he ran his hands, he chuckled softly, "Are ye hungover?" you nodded with a pout, "Sore too," he smirked a little growling lazily in your ear tightening his grip on your waist, "El don't go gettin' too smug Keithy, yer next," you giggled poking his chest, as you turned around. He just raised his eyebrow, imagining what on earth you could mean.
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I wanna be your man: The Rolling Stones oneshots and imagines
FanfictionThe title says it all. Rolling Stones everybody let's get down and dirty!
