Stop the World

Chapter One

I feel someone shift behind me and I slowly open my eyes, blinking in the bright sunshine. The room is unfamiliar, done in pale grey and pinks, but I'm not bothered. Since I started taking Chantix a few weeks ago I've been having some real vivid whoppers in the dream department so this is pretty much par for the course. I stretch a little and turn onto my back. An arm slithers over my midsection, tugging me to the side. I look over, interested in who my subconscious has dreamed up this time.

Shiny dark hair is spread in tousled disarray on a light gray pillow. He's lying on his stomach with his head turned away from me so I can't make an identification just yet but so far, I like what I see. The soft sheets are pooled around his narrow waist and his back is smooth and lightly muscled. I run my hand along his bicep and he tugs my waist again, making a little grunting noise. I smile and turn onto my left side, scooting closer. His arm shifts and I see a Yorkshire rose tattooed on the inside of his forearm, just below his elbow. The word Sheffield is on a banner below it. I smile hugely to myself.

I love this fucking dream.

Alex Motherfucking Turner flops his head over on the pillow, facing me now. He slowly peeks his eyes open in the sunlight and smiles at me.

I swoon.

Even in a dream he's so totally swoon worthy.

"Morning love," he says. His voice is deep and gravelly with sleep.

I swoon again.

"Good morning, handsome," I answer. In a heavy northern English accent. That's new. I'm usually still American in my dreams.

Interested in seeing what else might be new, I stretch toward him and press my lips to his. They're warm and soft and have a faint salty taste. I can't remember ever tasting anything in a dream but again, Chantix has me all screwed up so I go with it.

Alex hums in his throat and slides his hand up along my rib cage. The calluses on his fingertips give me goosebumps and I shiver, cuddling in closer to his warm body. He smiles into our kiss, curling his arm around my back. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss and slipping my tongue into his mouth. He turns further onto his side, bringing his right hand up to the side of my neck. He presses him thumb against the base of my throat while he tightens his other hand on my hip and my entire body feels like one giant vibration.

I lean harder into the kiss for a moment and then pull back, looking up into his eyes. They're so dark and deep and I could probably die right now just looking into them. I look back down to his mouth and lick his bottom lip lightly.

"You are so fucking sexy," I tell him. I can't even recognize my own voice, it's so husky. The accent isn't helping things either. I shift onto my elbow and then push him onto his back, straddling his waist. Alex looks up at me with a sexy smile, hands sliding along my thighs and settling on my hips.

I lean toward him, my breasts pressing against his chest, and kiss him again. He opens his mouth to mine and I can feel him bend one of his legs. As we kiss, he squeezes my hip with one of his hands and I tilt forward. He presses his hips up and into mine and I can feel that he's ready. I press down, slipping along his length, then tilt my hips and slide onto him.

My breath catches as my hips settle against his. He's so...big - even for a dream. Especially for a dream. It feels so intense, so real, that I can't move for a moment. If my dreams are getting this vivid, I'll take Chantix until the day I die.

Alex pulses his hips upward and I gasp again, squeezing his shoulders. He pulls me down until our chests are pressed together, his arms tight around my back, and I begin to move against him. He's kissing and licking the skin of my neck as he moves with me and I don't know if I've ever been so turned on in my life. I turn my face toward his, my nose pressing against his jaw and I realize I can smell him. He smells, unsurprisingly, like sex on a damn stick. I can even see the pulse in his neck, thrumming quickly.

I feel my orgasm starting and I tighten my legs around his hips. He hums as my rhythm slows, picking up the pace with his own thrusts. His arms tighten further around my body, one of his hands flat against the space between my shoulder blades. His teeth graze my neck lightly and then he sucks on the patch of skin just behind my ear - my spot - and I start to shake as I come. I'm making some incoherent noise and shaking and he's grunting and saying my name and then he's coming with me and this is by far the best dream I've ever had in my entire life.

I collapse onto his chest, both of us breathing heavily. He slides his hands slowly up and down my back and I smile with my eyes closed. I turn my face to his and see that he, too, is smiling with his eyes closed. I kiss his lips softly and then shift onto the bed beside him, legs shaking. I'm surprised to realize that we're a little sweaty. I can feel it now with the cool air against the damp skin of my chest. I'm also surprised and a little grossed out to realize that I can feel the...stuff...between my legs. Usually dreams aren't this damn detailed.

Alex gathers me in close and I cuddle into his side, spreading one of my hands open on his chest. He nuzzles his nose against my temple, kissing my cheekbone softly.

"Been a while since we've done that in the morning," he whispers. His lips are so close to my ear that his voice makes me shiver.

"Well we're doing it every morning from now until we die," I tell him. He chuckles and I shudder again, goosebumps rushing across my skin. I've never made it this far into the dream so I'm playing it by ear.

"Sounds like a plan to me," he kisses my face again, at the corner of my eye.

"And if you play your cards right, we can follow this up with some shower sex," I tell him. I turn my face toward his and see his surprised smile and raised eyebrows. He licks his lips and bumps his forehead against mine, then suddenly shifts his weight so that he's on top of me. I laugh, surprised and delighted, and put my hands on his either side of his face.

"I'm going to need very specific instructions on how to play these cards," he says, smiling down at me. I can feel his voice in my chest and his forelock is brushing my forehead and this is officially the best dream in the history of sleeping. I run my thumb lightly over his bottom lip and he kisses it lightly.

"Ah fuck it, you don't need to play any cards. We're definitely banging in the shower," I say. He laughs and I want to die, he's so inhumanly handsome. He kisses me and I sigh happily, running my hands through his hair and kissing him back. Alex shifts and the movement pinches a bit of skin on the inside of my thigh. I hiss in a breath, breaking the kiss.

"Y'aright? What happened?" he asks, looking into my eyes. I shake my head, brow furrowed.

"No I'm fine, just pinched my leg," I tell him. Something isn't right but he kisses me again and I can't pinpoint it.

"I'm sorry, love," he murmurs. "Want me to kiss it better?"

His smile is devilish and amazing and that shouldn't have hurt.

Oh my God, that shouldn't have hurt.

I was just pinched in a dream and I didn't wake up and it hurt.

"Izzy?" he asks, smile fading. I focus back on his face and try to smile.

"Maybe after the shower," I tell him. He smiles easily again and kisses my forehead.

"Are you coming round wi' me later?" he asks, fingers playing in my hair.

I blink at him.

Is there a chance I'm not actually dreaming right now?

If I'm somehow actually awake then two things are true. First of all, somebody somewhere up there at the cosmic helm has fucked up BIG TIME, as in the entire simulation is fucking destroyed. And second of all, there is a perfect stranger laying naked between my legs right now.

And I do mean perfect. And he's waiting for an answer.

"Try and keep me away," I tell him, having no fucking idea what I'm talking about.

"I love you," he says, dark eyes sparkling.

I swoon.

"And I love you back," I say and it's true.

I do love Alex Turner.

I just don't know what the fuck is happening right now.