one shots ¦ alex turner [FINISHED]

Good Morning

—Late SIAS Alex.

Previously...

"And I really fucking love this dress." He whispered in her ear, staring at her boobs shamelessly as he stroked her thigh under her dress once everyone was already minding their own business.

"You can borrow it later if you want."

"I would rather watch you strip out from it."

"We can do that too."

"Deal."

...

TW//SMUT

It was three in the morning. Alex and Eleanor were running through Paris streets, whose cold wind hit against their skins. Their hands were held together and their fingers intertwined, and kisses were being stolen.

They had left the club earlier than their friends, whom they had left dancing and drinking in their corner. Tired from the excessive amount of both of these activities, which had been executed by the couple excessively during the whole night, Alex and Eleanor decided to 'get the fuck out' of the club, as Turner liked to call it.

Hence, they found themselves dancing in the streets of Paris, covered by a mantle of twinkling  stars and a full, glowing moon whose only job was to illuminate the scene, helped by a series of lampposts placed sideways on the streets.

As they ran in front of the Tour Eiffel, Alex stopped dead and turned on his hill to cup Eleanor's face between his big hands. El fixed her gaze on him, and observed carefully the lustful, yet full of caring and love gaze of his big, soft brown eyes.

Slowly, he brought her face to his own, and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. Eleanor's hands found the back of his neck, bringing him closer, while his found her waist, pulling her towards him.

Alex stepped back until a handrail was pressed against his back at the same time that El's tongue slipped past his lips, deepening the kiss. They pulled away shortly, gasping for air, until Alex reattached his lips against hers with the same intensity as before.

Turner's lips were soft, warm, and tasted like cigarettes and beer, per usual. El could never get enough of this flavour, could never resist his eagerness and passion in the way he kissed.

Alex loved how she tended to press herself as close to him as possible, obsessed with the way her body fit into his and how her swollen lips moved against his, being perfectly aware of the effect she had on him when combining the attack of her lips with the movement of her hips against his own, the way she tugged on his bottom lip or messed with his hair.