A Face Made For Daylight

The Last Shadow Puppets

"Marie, what's gotten into you?" Alistair chuckled as Marie took his hand laughing and giggling through the hotel hallways. He just returned from his night out with the Death Ramps, unaware that Marie had compelled them to distract him. It was a little past two in the morning when he returned to their hotel room where he found her waiting with a grin on her face and a playful look in her eyes. She grabbed his hand and dragged him back out of the hotel with no explanation.

She was flushed and grinning, turning over her shoulder as she led them out of the quiet hotel, across the parking lot, towards the circus grounds. The grounds were empty as all the guests were fast asleep in the hotel. Alistair was feeling a little buzzed from the alcohol consumed, a human trait that unfortunately doesn't amend when one turns. She was being playful which he took as a good sign. She held onto his hand running through tents slapping the canvas screens open in front of them, turning around every now and then to giggle and laugh. She was a vision to him every time her twinkling eyes met his. He was high off her energy, completely oblivious to her night's events, how his brother debased her in his bed, how she screamed his name begging him to take her, and how she left him to bleed in the middle of nowhere. The light of the moon casting on her porcelain skin, her curls dancing around her with every step she took. To him, she was spotless. To her, he was a rhythm out of tune, caught in her little liar's dance. But he was hers and only hers, a victory she claimed.

She took them to the bleachers where they watched Kid and the Death Ramps perform earlier that day, and where Kid had her moaning around his fingers. She wanted to have Alistair under the bleachers to alter the memory, to justify her little fibs popping and fizzing in her mind. In this circus, she was the ringmaster, she was not an act, not a name on the roster. She called the shots. Finding the dark spot under the bleachers where Kid cornered her earlier, she turned around and grabbed Alistair into her as she backed into the bleachers. The only light shining on them was the light of the moon casting shadows through the gaps of the seats above them. She grinned against his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a passionate kiss. Alistair stumbled into the kiss chuckling into her lips. His hair more tousled now with his quiff in his eyes.

"Someone's in a good mood." He pulled her in with his arms wrapped around her waist admiring her like a lost puppy.

"I am.. and I wanna have some fun." She bit his bottom pulling it towards her. He moaned leaning into her pushing her against the cold steps.

"Out here? What if someone sees?" He turned over his shoulder smiling. Marie leaned in and placed her lips on his neck lightly brushing her tongue against his Adam's apple.

"Then we'll give them a show, won't we?" She whispered into his skin. He turned to face her, his eyes glazed with lust, his breathing heavy. He couldn't resist her. She eagerly attacked her lips on his. His hands sliding down her hips and onto her cheeks squeezing them into him. He felt a stirring as he became aroused by her moaning. She pulled him closer by the back of his head, her hands running through his hair.

"Come here." He grabbed under her hips and she jumped up wrapping her legs around his waist, their tongues never detaching from the little dance. With one arm around her waist holding her against the back of bleachers, he brought his other hand up her thighs under her dress. He pushed her further into the cold medal grinding into her. His fingers reached her heat and rubbed into her silk material.

He moved his head back to look at her, his lips swollen and flushed, his cheeks red, and his eyes darkened with the high of his arousal. "Fuck, you're so wet already." He drawled looking at her. Her eyes were shut, her head titled looking up and her mouth opening slowly to gasp at his touch. He felt himself throbbing against the material of his slacks and his fingers tugged at her silky panties moving them to the side. He ran his fingers against her folds coating them.