Scaling the corridors - Alex Turner one shots

Stop the world

Fucking love Helders in this pic

Arctic Monkeys just performed at the Olympics. They throw an after party for the band but Alex is distracted by something else. 2012. Fluff & smut
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~There's all sorts of shapes, I bet you can make. When you want to escape, say the word~

There are way too many people in the room. Most of the old dudes in here don't even know Alex and the rest of the band. They just had something to do with the label or the Olympics so they got invited by the manager.

So it wasn't up to the band who has been invited, and they would much rather just sit in one of their living rooms with their best friends and girlfriends. But alas, here they are, at this after party in a bar, speaking to a bunch of people they don't know and don't care about.

Alex is the most bitter one. He had a great time performing their new song "Do I wanna know?" And a cover of the Beatles' "Come together" tonight, but instead of that high lasting throughout the night, this is a major buzzkill. The only thing saving this night from being a complete bore, is you.

Alex sees you from across the room. You're walking towards him with two margaritas in hand, after you had insisted on buying him drinks for the night. Tonight was a huge achievement and though he doesn't like to brag, you won't let him forget it.

When you reach him he can't help but grab your face in his hands and kiss you hard. When he pulls away again you smile and hand him his drink.

"Congratulations baby. I'm really proud of you."

You have told him that a bunch of times today but you just can't believe he just sang in front of basically the whole world.

"Thank you for being here."

"Of course I'm here. I wouldn't miss it for the world," you smile.

"I know, but none of this would mean anything to me if I didn't have you by my side. Just so you know."

You still manage to blush even after years of his flattery. You let him put his arm around your shoulders as your hand goes to his back. You're standing with your friends around a high table, and you are collectively trying to avoid anyone that isn't in the inner circle. After a minute or two of conversing with them you feel Alex's hand leave your shoulder, and come down to your waist. He slowly stands behind you and puts his glass down on the table in order to wrap his arms around your body over your short, white, silk dress. He holds his own hands over your belly and leans his head on your shoulder, breathing in your perfumed scent. You know him well enough to know that this means that he's bored. When he's waiting for something to be over he always gets like this.

"You look so sexy and beautiful tonight baby," he whispers in your ear.

You smile to yourself because of how predictable he's being, but it's cute at the same time.

"Keep it in your pants, Turner."

"I don't wanna." He hugs you tighter from behind with his lips starting to touch your neck, planting discreet kisses before moving up to your ear. "Come home with me right now and sit on my face..."

He whispers it as you're taking a sip of your drink and you almost spit it out. You get dizzy where you're standing and your cheeks must be bright red by now. You put your elbows on the table to regain your balance. Hopefully nobody heard anything since the venue is packed and very loud.