ONE SHOTS

i wanna be yours { alex turner }

alex turner

"Do I look okay or is it too much?" I asked Alex while we were getting ready for our date night. It was our thing, no matter how much time we spend together over the week, Friday nights are always reserved for dates.

"You look fine, love." He smiled and fixed his black blazer. No matter the occasion, Alex always had more fashion sense than me; he never disappoints.
He was wearing a white long-sleeved button up and he usually leaves two or three top buttons unbuttoned, which looks killer. He topped that off with a thin black blazer and all black pants, along with some chelsea boots. Most of his hair was slicked back except a strand or two that were falling down his forehead, he reminded me a lot of a young Johnny Cash.

"Oh wow, you are breathtaking." I complimented him. He raised his eyebrow and gave me that sexy look; I think my insides started melting.

"Look who's talking. I could say the same for you." He walked over to me and pulled me closer by the waist. His lips touched mine gently. "And thank you. I don't mind getting prettied up for my lady."

I smiled and quickly fixed my hair, then I was finally done. It usually takes me about 20 minutes to get ready but if he doesn't tell me where he's taking me, it's harder. After an hour of raiding my closet I went with black bleached jeans, strapy black high-heeled sandals, a white tank top I tucked into my jeans and topped it all off with a thin leather jacket.

He winked at me and grabbed the apartment keys.

"Come on, love. Don't wanna be too late." He locked the apartment and we walked out.
Holding his hand still gave me butterflies, after all this time. I remember the first time I noticed him, I was temporarily working at my aunt's coffee shop. Alex came in and sat down at one of the tables. He was alone and the only thing he brought with him was a smaller notebook and a pen. I of course couldn't have been more awkward and on top of that I spilled his coffee on him and his notes. Later on he told me they were lyrics, which made me feel even worse. I ruined the inspirational process of song writing, classic. So after apologizing a million times and cleaning up the mess, he asked me for my number; apparently he wanted to have coffee with me somewhere where I won't be serving it.
I was pretty much hooked in seconds, he was just so different from the guys I was used to dating. It had to do something with possessing the class of a gentleman, I mean, I have met a lot of people but no one left such an impression on me. He seemed very passionate and I was very right. It's one of the fuels that keeps him inspired and going, even now.
We were walking down the street right next to the beach when I heard some rock'n'roll music playing. I looked at him and saw him smiling.

"You serious?" I asked.

"Well, you said you wanted to go dancing, so we're gonna dance." He replied and continued walking. Within a minute we arrived to a beautiful retro beach party. There was a sitting area in the back, with beautiful tables and a bar and then there was this dance-floor right in front of the stage where a rock'n'roll band was playing. People were dressed like they came from the fifties and it was like nothing I've ever seen.

"Wow, this looks so neat!" I said. He had a smile on his face almost all the time, especially when he glanced at me.

"I knew you'd like it. Drink?" He asked.

"Later, dance... now." I smiled.

"I bet you'll look good on that dance-floor. Come on." He said and led me through the crowd. I have to say that I had a blast dancing with him. We were spinning around, swinging and he made me look like a complete amateur, he has such insane rhythm and the dancing skills; just too good.

After a few songs passed we took a seat at one of the tables and had some rum and coca cola.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked me and took a sip.

"Oh you have no idea, this is beautiful. Thank you for taking me out." I said.
He suddenly got up and walked over to the stage where the band was taking a break. I saw him talking to them when he signaled me to come to the stage, which I of course didn't want to. But I went there anyways. I was right in front of them on the dance-floor, standing and waiting. Then he grabbed the microphone.

"What are you doing?" I whisper shouted.

"Can I have your attention everyone..." He started. "My name is Alex Turner and this amazing band agreed to play a song with me so gentlemen, take your ladies to the dance-floor and show some love." The crowd started cheering and slowly coming up to the dance-floor. "Baby, this is for you." He added and pointed at me. I blushed in 5 different colors.

"Mad sounds, in your ear... make you feel alright..." He started singing, looking at me the whole time. After a minute he jumped down and put his arm around my waist, slowly swaying and still singing.

I kept mouthing oh my gods and you're crazy.

Everyone was looking at us and when the song ended he pulled me closer and pressed his lips on mine. He took a bow and people were clapping and cheering all around.

"Thank you everyone, give it up for the one and only Rock'n'Rollers, enjoy your night." He added and handed the mic to one of the crew members on stage.

"Walk on the beach?" He asked and I just nodded, letting him lead me anywhere.

We ended up on our little balcony, me wearing his white button down and only that. He was sitting next to me in his black sweats, shirtless but hair still on point. There was a cigarette between his lips, he took a puff and blew out the smoke seconds later.

"Did date night work out alright?" He asked, giving me that look with a slightly raised eyebrow. God he looked so sexy, that jawline was cutting me in half and I was ready for round two.

"Alright? I loved it, thank you... and that song... is that why you were practicing so much?" He nodded as I stood up, to walk over and sit in his lap.
"I love you." I whispered in his ear and puckered my lips. He moved the cigarette to my lips so I could puff once.

"I love you too, baby." He said and put out the cigarette. Then he led me back inside, to the bedroom where he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off my shoulders.

The look in his eyes was hotter than hell and I was planning on spending the whole night and the next day with him, in bed, doing all the bad things that come to mind.

"Are you mine, baby?" He asked me while being on top of me. I nodded.
"Cause I just wanna be yours."
His lips gently touched mine as I gave into him yet again; because this feeling flows both ways.