Family is one thing, but when it comes to spirits, this girl is ready to face them all.
All except one.
"The dead are talking and she's listening"
[MARCEL fanfic]
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The familiarity of the song send shivers down my spine. A wicked but sexy feeling washed over me. I felt unstoppable, maybe a little insane but I loved the feeling. My hands were on my face then in the air and then up and down my body.
Oh bartender am I intoxicated? I think I'm in love I'm just afraid to say it.
I felt hands grab my waist as the person behind me started grinding on me and I could've stopped whoever it was but I didn't. I allowed this person to touch me in places I've never been touched before, and it felt good.
Must be her favorite song cuz the DJ was asked to replay it, yeah
I start to lean my head backwards so it laid on top of this stranger's shoulder. It was someone I didn't recognize or knew at first until my vision became clear. "Alan" I giggled. I then feel his lips on my hair and hands still on my waist almost reaching the back of my butt.
The room started spinning but I stood in place with Alan behind me. It was a wild crowd and lights shone on everyone, green and blue.
"Who knew you were this insanely wild and...sexy" Alan whispers in my ear but all I do is giggle some more. His hot breath tickling against my ear.
Swaying my hips to the beat the sudden friction of our bodies only made us moan and I don't know what made me do it but my lips had found their way up Alan's. I turned completely around to face him only to have my arms wrapped around his neck while his stayed on my waist. There was nothing except hunger that hid beneath our souls for one another and I gladly accepted this funny feeling. He made me feel this sexual gratification towards him. Something I knew he felt the same once I didn't feel hands on my waist but now gripping tight on my ass.
"Let's take this to my room" again he whispers loud enough to hear him. Even if the room was so loud and everyone around danced like it was the last day on earth.
"What the hell are you doing man?!" A sudden outraged voice calls behind us and I couldn't even turn fast around until I felt strong hands pull me away from someone I should be punching for touching me inappropriately but I was high ass hell and drunk too.
"Hey she was the one all over me" Alan defends but I laugh uncontrollably losing my balance until I can look up behind to see Zayn.
"You think I didn't see you gripping her arse just right now?!"
I continue laughing because it was the way these British guys say 'arse' instead of ass. Oh geez, was I high.
