ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Too Many Nights Out

warnings: smut!

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Describing your enjoyment as sheer delight would have been an understatement. It was so much more than that. Your closest friend had recently relocated to your city, and your excitement knew no bounds. Naturally, you two were inseparable in that initial week. Beginning on Wednesday, the two of you ventured out every night. It typically kicked off with a delightful dinner, followed by drinks at a cozy pub or a trendy bar, and occasionally ended in the vibrant atmosphere of a nightclub. As you roamed the city, you'd often run into your friends, who readily joined your merry procession to the next destination. Thankfully, it was your week off, and work-related worries didn't cast a shadow over your adventures. You revelled in these carefree nights, and your mornings were restful affairs, characterized by sleeping in and spending the day in your pyjamas until it was time to prepare for another round.

As for your boyfriend of five years, Alex, he appeared unfazed by your nightly escapades. Most mornings, he departed early for work and returned utterly exhausted. Despite your invitations for him to join the fun, he politely declined each time.

Now, on a Saturday evening, you stood before the mirror, pondering your outfit for the night. You and a couple of friends had plans to attend a house party hosted by an old school friend. The dress you chose gracefully stopped at mid-thigh, accentuating your curves in all the right ways, while maintaining an air of modesty. After all, you weren't out to turn any heads. Feeling rather attractive, you turned around in front of the full-length mirror, admiring your reflection. You looked hot.

"Hey," your boyfriend's voice reached you from behind. Alex leaned against the bedroom doorway, his eyes tracing you from head to toe. He must have arrived home not too long ago, after a demanding day filled with interviews and photoshoots. Despite the exhaustion that clung to him, his smile brimmed with affection as he gazed at you.

"Hey, Al," you replied, returning his warm smile.

"Planning on heading out again?" He moved behind you, enfolding you in a tight embrace. Breathing in your scent, he nestled his face into the familiar spot on your neck, the place that always felt like home to him. He thought you looked stunning in that dress, but there was something in his tender doe eyes that seemed not entirely content when you confirmed his question with a nod.

"Can't you stay in? Please?" He implored, his words prompting a chuckle from you. You leaned into his touch, a fond smile gracing your lips.

"Not tonight, baby. We haven't seen Kate for ages, and it's her housewarming party. You can come if you want?"

He could sense the sincerity in your question, but he also knew he wouldn't feel entirely at ease surrounded by a dozen people your age. They had a way of making him feel old.

"Nah," he replied as he hugged you tighter, desperately hoping that the closeness would persuade you to stay. "I'm okay."

You turned around in his arms, searching his eyes. "Are you sure?"

Alex nodded, tenderly sweeping loose strands of hair from your face so he could see you clearly. It felt like he hadn't seen you in weeks.

"They're seeing more of you than I am," he muttered, not intending to make you feel guilty, but merely sharing how he felt. The truth was, he was indeed feeling needy, in need of you.

"I know, love. I promise I'll stay in tomorrow." You looked deeply into his eyes as you made that pledge, then tenderly kissed his lips. "We'll have the day to ourselves."

Alex pouted, "you said that last night."

"I'm sorry. I promise promise?" Smiling, you showed him your pinkie finger, upon which he laughed.