One shots for the road - Arctic Monkeys

You're so dark Part 2 - Matt Helders

Content warning - Smut

Your POV

"Not quite the reaction I expect from someone who knows I am" he smiles.

"I'm not just any old someone" I say back.

"Oh really? How so?" Matt looks inquisitively at me.

"That's not information I give out freely to any man who sits next to me at a bar," I smirk. I can see the cogs in Matts brain turning, figuring out how to respond.

"You're welcome by the way!" He says with a slight shimmer in his eye and smirk threatening to form on his lips.

"Oh I don't need a man to save me," I leer into my drink.

"That's rich coming from someone who left a lipstick print on my cheek because I got them into the bar." He tilts his head and looks intently at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That was so rude of me. Let me even it out for you!" I smile smugly before getting out of my seat, gently holding his chin and softly placing a kiss on the other cheek, and then placing one on his lips. As if nothing happened, I hop back onto the bar stool, wine glass in hand.

"You're so dark..." He queries at me with a seductive look on his eyes.

"You don't even know the half of it, Helders" I turn back and take another large sip of my wine, nearly finishing it off.

"What's your name?" He asks me.

"Y/n," I say bluntly back to him.

"How about you and me get away from all this noise, head back to mine and have some real alcohol that you don't need to pay for." He asks with a soft smile that is telling me hundred of words without uttering a word.

I look over at my friends who are each currently making out with a guy on the dance floor. They won't notice. I finish the last drop of my wine and get up out of my seat before turning back around to Matt.

"Show me the way" I say.

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The streetlamps burn amber as we approach the large house that Matt led me too. He pulls keys out of his pocket and swiftly opens the door, flicking on the light switch before beckoning me in and leading me to the kitchen.

"Pick your poison!" He demands, sliding off his blazer and undoing his bolo tie to give himself some breathing room.

"Tequila" I order.

"Good choice" he smiles before reaching into a cupboard with a rack of liqueurs and spirits, pulling out a bottle of beautiful golden liquid.

He poured both of us a shot and sliced up a fresh lime from the fruit bowl. From another cupboard, he took out a salt shaker, gently taking my hand and pouring a little on my thumb to accompany the alcohol. We take the shots and wait for the smooth burn to settle before Matt sits himself in a bar stool, and I perch myself on the countertop.

"So what brought you to a shitty club tonight?" I questions, his eyes piercing into my soul.

"Well I was forced to go. But I guess I was waiting for a beautiful, confident woman to sweep me off my feet." He replies genuinely, his hands rubbing his stubble in thought.

"And did she?" My head tilts, amused but curious as how he will respond.

"I think so. She did make the first move" he says, prompting me to smile at him, with so many thoughts flowing through my mind. "What about you? What brought you to a shitty club tonight? He steals my question.