Alex Turner Imagines 2024

Ménage à trios: Part 5 (Draft 1)

Margeaux's POV

Through sheer curtains, a blue hue coated the walls to create faceless silhouettes on my flanks. There was a particular ache circulating with the over-flow of body heat in the heavy comforter's cocoon. Limbs were intertwined and tucked amongst each other, reminiscent of climbing ivy. Birdsong cut through the Camden Town morning traffic.

The position of our trio was perfectly ideal nestled between the two bodies, facing Louise. One of her legs found a snug position between my thighs in the night, the pressure hoisting me upward by my pubic bone. Meanwhile, her left leg swung gently over my right hip. Louise's arms, a comforting embrace, were parallel to Alex's, encasing my torso between them.
His front melded seamlessly down the length of my back. His arm found its place under the dip of my neck beneath the pillows.

Glancing over to Louise's nightstand, the red digits on the alarm clock proclaimed '6:53 AM,' eliciting an internal curse from me. I had barely achieved two hours of sleep and urgently needed to relieve myself and the wonderfully persistent throb in my head soon disrupted the peace in my body. I made the conscious decision to postpone any movement for the moment. Opting to keep my eyes closed, I sought solace in the quietude, attempting to steal a few more moments of rest before facing the day. As a result, the awareness of time only intensified, as well as the throbbing in my skull. With a resigned sigh, I carefully disentangled myself from the warmth of their embrace, the cool air greeting my bare skin as I shimmied out of the covers. The creak of the bed went unnoticed amidst the stillness of the room.

I tiptoed towards the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind me, the harsh lights assaulting my eyes. Keeping my eye squinted, I fumbled around on the wall to turn them back off, before confronting the mirror. The reflection portrayed a face marked by the night's beautiful veracity, and sporadic placement of blood raised to the surface of my skin on my neck and chest. Splashing cold water on my face provided a brief respite. I reached for one of their brushes, lazily running it through my tangled and frizzy hair. With a hair tie pilfered from the cluttered counter, I plaited my hair down my back to tame it out of my face. Thanks to my misplaced curiousity, the medicine cabinet was supplied with a bottle of aspirin. Tapping off a couple of pills into my palm and shoving my head furiously under the spout to down them. I carried the bottle with me as I snuck back to the bed where Alex and Louise lay undisturbed.

Dreading the impending dawn, I took a deliberate step, drawing the top curtain to conceal the sheets and casting the room into an enveloping darkness. Through the thick fabric, only a subdued glow emerged, turning the once-blue hue into a deep, golden shade. With precision and care, I placed the pill bottle on Louise's side within arm's reach, ensuring a steady placement, anticipating the lingering consequences of the previous night's indulgences.

Navigating the bed became a cat-and-mouse game, an intricate dance between stillness and movement. As I cautiously climbed over the foot of the bed, the occasional stirrings from either of them turned each maneuver into a calculated risk. The cold air nipped at my bare skin and only intensified as I began to trek to my final destination—my original spot on the bed—without disturbing the carefully arranged layers of warmth covering Alex and Louise. Louise, now facing the opposite direction, clung to the comforter, taking it along to pull it up to bunch at her neck. The dim room cast shadows on the contours of the bed, and my teeth clenched with each subtle sound and movement. I strategically paused whenever Louise shifted, waiting for her to resettle before continuing to move.

The displaced comforter posed a particular challenge that if it were to drag any of their body parts, it would surely wake them. I clenched my jaw and grasped at the crumbled comforter and with practiced precision, I pulled and lifted it over their bodies. My focus remained on maintaining a noiseless approach, ensuring no sudden movements or unwarranted dragging. Despite my meticulous efforts, the remnants of sleep clung to Alex as his eyes fluttered open. A moment of realization passed between us, and a pang of guilt surged through me. In response, I offered a sheepish smile, accompanied by a silent apology mouthed to Alex. Surprisingly, his droopy eyes acknowledged the situation with a faint grin, and the understanding in his expression communicated a simple message: 'no harm done.' His gaze briefly shifted toward Louise, and a soft smile curved his lips before returning his attention to me.