AND A THIRD MAKES IT EVEN (An Alex Turner Fanfiction)

Chapter 18- 'Cause I Hope We Will Always Be the Same

A/N And here we go, my lovelies! The next chapter for your reading pleasure! A tad bit shorter but still a fun read I hope. Bet you weren't expecting a new update so soon after the last one! I wasn't either, haha. But I just couldn't resist! And spent the majority of my sick day leave working on it. 

So read, review, vote and comment! I'm a sucker for it and ya know it keeps me going! 

Title is from Miles' track My Fantasy from the album Colour of the Trap!

Happy reading!

XOXO

P.S. I promise more Alex in the next one ;)

Zia burrowed deeper into Miles' side, almost pushing him to the edge of the large bed. They'd decided to call it an early night after their chat with Alex, neither having the energy for anything else. Miles had popped into the shower for a quick wash before joining Zia in bed, dressed only in his boxer shorts. He still smelt faintly of his body wash. It was different from his usual, she thought lazily, inhaling deeply, the hints of sandalwood and patchouli tickling her senses. It was more earthy somehow, making her want to lick his naked skin. And she needed to be closer, she thought, as she burrower deeper still, her curious nose pressing into his side ribs.

"Sweet'eart, anymore and I'll be fallin' off this bed, an' likely takin' you wi' me," his voice rolled down to her, deeper with sleep, his Scouse accent thicker. It was sexy.

"You sound so sexy, Mi," Zia said appreciatively.

"Thanks, love," Miles chest rumbled with suppressed laughter, and Zia propped herself up, her arms resting on his smooth chest, peering down into his now open eyes.

"It is...you are," she reiterated looking very serious.

Miles groaned. "Zia..."

"Yes, Mi," and he could hear her acquiescing. She wasn't responding to her name, but to the underlying suggestion, and it was confirmed as her lips pressed against his, soft and feather light at first and then more insistent as she swung a leg around to straddle him.

"Wai', wai', wait!" he called, his hands on either side of her waist, halting and lifting her up a little as he shifted them towards the centre of the bed. Zia protested at the move but then didn't waste any time before returning to his lips, still minty an fresh from brushing before going bed. Her curious tongue delved into the cavern of his hot mouth, massaging against his tongue, one of her hands pressed against the pillow next to his head to keep her upright, the other trailing down his pecs flicking at his nipples. Miles groaned into her mouth at the sensation, overcome by a rush of renewed desire and need.

She continued to alternatively stroke his nipples before her wandering hand trailed down his torso, teasing at his navel and then the waistband of his boxers. Miles arched up to grind against her and she broke off the kiss, her hands stroking his sides with a feather light touch as she rocked against him. Her impatience returning though, she was soon shoving down his boxers. She trailed a teasing finger down his hard length, before curling her fist around it and stroking with a slow steady rhythm. Miles gasped at the sensation, knowing her slow motions were deliberate to tease, but before he could protest he felt her hot mouth engulfing him, her stroking tongue soft and hard and textured as it pressed and moved against him snugly and he couldn't help groaning out in pleasure.

"Zia...love...you're killin' me..."

She just hummed against him and he reached down for her head, his hand instinctively curling around her thick hair. When he thought he couldn't take it anymore he pulled her away with great effort, gasping and trying to pull himself together.