Disaster • Arctic Monkeys Fanfiction

[thirty nine]

Indi's POV

Both of us were halfway undressed by the time we made it back to his dimly lit room.  And the only words running through my head were: 

Holy fucking shit.

It hadn't really even hit me that I was kissing him.  But then again, I couldn't exactly focus on any of the thoughts spinning through my head as his hands slid down my sides.  His fingers on my bare skin sent a shot of electricity through me.

I knotted my hands in his hair and held on for dear life.

I'd never wanted anyone like I wanted him right then and there.  And that scared the shit out of me.

"Alex," I said breathlessly, pulling away from him slightly.  "We can't... we can't do this."

He pulled me back to him, tracing his lips down my jaw.  "Why not?"

"Because... because then I'll definitely fall in love with you.  And how much of a fucking disaster would that be?"

"Why do you always have to think so hard about everything?" he said onto my skin, pushing me back slightly until we both landed on the bed, him on top of me.  

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.  

"Maybe... maybe we should just think about this," I suggested, my voice unsteady.

"Why don't you just shut up and let me kiss you?"

"Because then you'll fall in love with me, and that would be an even bigger disaster."

He kissed me hard, biting down on my bottom lip.  "We're already a disaster."

Jesus Christ. 

He pulled away slightly, staring down at me with those dark eyes.  He didn't say anything, but the look was enough.  

"Actually," I said, realizing that this was most likely the last night I was going to spend with him and only a complete idiot would stop things right when they were getting good.  "Fuck that."

I pulled him back to me and kissed him like I needed him more than anything in existence.  And he kissed me like he was addicted.  Like he needed me, too.

I'd never felt the way I did when I was with him, and I don't know if I would ever feel that way  again.  It was something magical and electric and blazing.  It was a feeling I'd only ever read about. 

And I wanted more.  I wanted more of this, more of him, endlessly.

He began to move his mouth down my body.  First to my neck, then to my chest, then my stomach, then lower, lower, lower....

Oh god.  

He looked up at me, smiling that fucking smile that drove me crazy.

"Do I make you nervous, disaster girl?"

"Uh, no."

"So this doesn't?"

He pulled on the string of my swimsuit until it came loose at one side.  I could feel my pulse speed up.

Fuck.

"No," I choked out.  "No nerves here."

No nerves here?  I'm such a fucking moron.

"Then this won't make you nervous, either," he said, undoing the other side.

"Negative."

God, someone please kill me before I say anything else.