The Steam Lounge

Disc 1 - Track 7

Love Is A Laserquest - Arctic Monkeys
"And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you're there or has somebody's goodnight kisses got that covered?"
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She was laid on her side, facing away from Pete when she woke up an hour or so later. His hand rode up her top slightly, putting his arm around her bare waist and spooning her.

Pete was warm. Comfortably warm, like being sat by the fire in winter. As he pulled the covers over them both, she couldn't help but lean back onto him. Mercy didn't want Pete to be suspicious so she tried to maintain her previous sleeping position.

It honestly felt good to just be held by somebody. Mercy had become a pretty lonely person recently and, since the previous day, she had been miserable.

She felt Pete turn her around so that she had to face him. Despite fighting the urge react, she couldn't help the hitch in her breath as he pulled her body onto his. The apartment was quiet but there was a faint sound coming from the living room which Mercy assumed was the television.

Pete's hands continued to run over her skin, making her squirm unintentionally. He shook her shoulders gently, trying to wake her. "Mercy. Wake up, honeybunch." He said into her ear, his voice almost a mocking musical tone. His lips brushed against her cheek softly as he spoke.

She opened her eyes slowly, her gaze falling instantly on his chest. Mercy then diverted her gaze, looking directly at Pete's face, forcing a smile. "What's wrong Pete?" She enquired in a sweet tone, biting her lip slightly. Apart from the fact that you're holding me worryingly close to your shirtless body, obviously.

"You seemed unsettled. I thought you might be having a nightmare or something." He replied, not taking his eyes off hers. Pretty sure I was having one, the only problem is when I opened my eyes, it didn't seem to end.

She noticed that he had tattoos scattered across his chest, the ink imprinted on his toned body. "I'm sure it was nothing." Mercy replied, closing her eyes once again, trying to forget about Pete and his close proximity.

They both jumped violently when the door was slammed open to reveal an irritated Joe, hands on his hips.

"Fucking goddamnit Pete! Turn you attention away from the teenage bitch for two minutes and clean your room. Also put your fucking dirty plates in the dishwasher you pig." Joe slammed the door behind him with a huff.

Pete began to snicker under his breath as he pushed Mercy away and stood "Joe gets like a girl on her period when the apartment isn't clean, so unless you want your eyes scratched out with a spoon, better get tidying,"

"Do you wanna start tidying the room and I'll put the plates in the dishwasher?" the brunette tried, rising gingerly to her feet to avoid putting unnecessary pressure on her injured ankle.

"Mm, how about I go watch T.V and you tidy up?" He drawled, stretching and beginning to walk towards the bedroom door. The brunette froze with shock.

"Are you serious?" She gasped incredulously, staring at him as he opened the bedroom door and turned to look at her blankly.

"Yep," He drew out the word slowly and popped the 'p' before walking out of the room.

The blue eyed girl was frozen in disbelief, what a fucking douche. She was pretty sure if she didn't get at least some tidying done, there would be some kind of punishment in store for her. She slowly and painfully began to pick clothes up from off the floor and tidied the bed sheets with uniform neatness.

She stared thoughtfully at the underwear thrown haphazardly across the carpeted floors, completely unwilling to check if they were clean or not. Fucking men.