Moving without movement (Hozier fanfic)

Move me, baby

As I woke up in my apartment after a sleep that felt like I stepped out of heaven I decided to take a look at my clock. I was late, very late. I started running around, threw some clothes on myself, brushed my hair that was very greasy from last night, put it into a tight ponytail so no one would hopefully notice, removed the eye makeup from last night because I apparently didn't take the shower that I was supposed to and still somehow managed to leave my apartment in 15 minutes.
As I opened the door, Nessa was staring at me from the far side of the cafe with an expression that could have been either furious and either excited. I walked behind the counter to put on my apron. Nessa walked up to me.
"You are not wearing any makeup", She said in a oppressively calm tone that sounded like she was onto me.
"Yeah, I kinda slept in", I laughed nervously.
"So tell me, why is sir Andrew Hozier-Byrne sitting in our cafe a second day in a row and why was his first question when we walked in 'Has Ida come in yet by any chance?'"
I quickly stood up straight as I started searching around the cafe with my eyes. I almost didn't see him first, but then my eyes spotted him sitting in a two-seat-table near the window and writing again in his notebook.
I looked at Nessa, first she looked almost a little mad but then her expression turned into a grin.
"He came after me after the show, we talked a lot and spent time together and... he kinda asked me out", I couldn't help but smile as Nessa put her hand over her mouth.
"No way! You guys are in love!" She yelled but I shushed her before we grabbed anyone's attention.
I walked up to his table with a pen and a tiny note for his order, trying to act cool.
"Sir", I said acting like I didn't know him as I thought that was flirty. He quickly put his notebook away and his eyes brightened as he saw me.
"Black coffee", He acted along.
"Here or on the go?"
"Actually on the go, because I am going to take this one pretty girl to a date soon", He smiled. I couldn't help but smile too.
"I am afraid that one 'pretty girl' can't go to a date right now, see, some of us have to work", I said in a formal voice.
Suddenly he stood up and took a deep breath.
"I think I have to take you out right now", He said in a low voice.
I looked at him with an excited expression as I turned to look at Nessa who was apparently looking at us the whole time. She waved her hands as a mark for me to go and mouthed out 'I can take care of this. Go!'.
I took of my apron and threw it to Nessa as we stepped out of the cafe.
"So what do you want to do?" I asked him.
"We can do whatever we want, right?" He said in a seductive voice as he took my hand.
"Well can I take you to my place, I can cook us a dinner and we could listen to some music?" I smiled.
He nodded with a relaxed smile.
As we got into my apartment I quickly took a look around and realised I had left a massive mess in there
"Actually, can you wait in here?" I smiled awkwardly as I pushed him back to the hallway. I started panickingly pushing clothes under my bed and in my closet, I threw my makeup in my drawers and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
"Finally", He smiled as I returned to the hallway.
He started to walk around my apartment curiously but his eyes were especially drawn to my guitar and record player that were both placed in my living room. He started to look thru my small vinyl collection and picked up one. It was his album.
"You really are a fan girl, huh?" He laughed. I smiled back. Fuck, I thought, why did I have to leave it there.
"I'm gonna go cook us something, do you like pasta?" I started heading over to the kitchen.
"I love pasta", He smiled kindly as he kept looking thru my vinyls.
As I was cooking, I suddenly heard a guitar riff that I haven't heard before. It was calm and happy, similar to 'cherry wine' or 'like real people do' but also didn't sound nothing like them.
"Wasteland baby, I'm in love, I'm in love with you", I heard him quietly singing and picking the strings. His voice was like butter.
I decided to open a wine bottle and placed two plates of shrimp pasta on my small kitchen table for two that I usually eat alone in.
As we ate the pasta and sipped the wine our conversation shifted a lot. We talked about our lives, religion and art but we shared a lot of laughs. I really noticed how funny he was. For the entire time, he kept looking at me in a way that nobody had ever looked at me before, like he was listening to my words with his eyes.
"So I heard you tried out my guitar?" I finally asked. He chuckled back.
"Uh yes, your guitar has such an unique sound to it." He smiled and couldn't keep eye contact. For some reason I could tell he was nervous.
"What we're you playing?"
"It's uh, I'm not supposed to tell anyone yet, but it's a song in my next album.." He smiled shyly as he scratched his head.
"It sounded beautiful", I smiled softly. He looked me in my eyes with a gentle smile.
"Thank you."
After our meal we sat down in the living room, both now a little bit drunk from the wine. I suddenly stood up and put on a jazz vinyl.
"Move me, baby", I smiled seductively.
He quickly stood up and we started slowly dancing. There was no space between our bodies as we moved to the rhythm.
"When you move, I'm moved", He whispered to my ear.
I placed my hand on his cheek and he put his hand behind my neck. We looked at each other's eyes as our faces grew closer together. Finally he placed his lips so intensely, it felt like he had been waiting for this moment for his whole life. I kissed him back as now both of my hands were placed on his cheeks. Our lips slowly grew apart.
"Wait a minute", I chuckled. "Gentlemen don't kiss like that?"
"Oh yes, they do", His face grew red as he kissed me again harder.