#but if you told me I would be writing smut for matty healy

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What shifted in my brain the the month of January that made me become a matty healy smut writer???

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Unknown (matty healy x reader)*

WARNINGS: THIS IS SMUT, IF I FIND OUT A MINOR READS THIS IM TELLING UR PARENTS

a/n: this is a part 2 to all things end, this one is based off of the song unknown by hozier. listen to it, it's such a good song

You spent months living your life before you let yourself think about him again. You were invited to a dinner party at the Hann’s, it would’ve been weird if he wasn’t invited. You were thinking of it as something of a preemptive strike against yourself–finally thinking through and addressing your relationship with Matty. 

It’d been easy so far, he’d been away on tour so things in your flat were like they always were, apart from the day after you knew they’d all gotten back when George showed up to your flat, asking for some of his things. You let him take most of Matty’s things, from a list you saw he was reading off of from a text on his phone–a guitar he particularly loved, some of his clothes he didn’t pack for tour, and his stack of full notebooks he’d compiled over the years. He let you keep all the records housed in a floor-to-ceiling shelf in your living room. You knew there were some especially rare ones in the collection, ones you knew he tracked down after years and years of looking.

You decided the best way to really digest everything you’d hid away in a locked-up cupboard in your mind was to write a letter. You didn’t go into it thinking you’d ever give it to him, but you just wanted to write down all the things you wish you could say to him, so you could start again with a clean slate of sorts.

Dear Matty,

To start out this letter, I should tell you that, even now, I think I’ll always love you. Of course you knew this from our last proper conversation, but it’s still true now over 2 months later. We did so much together, you’ll always have a piece of my heart, and I hope mine your’s.

I try not to think about you when I see the ashtray I made for you during that week of quarantine when I got really into pottery. It still sits at its home on the window sill of the bathroom. I try not to turn my head too quickly when I’m out in public and I hear a Northern man speaking behind me. I don’t think I can ever watch True Romance again without thinking about my favourite song, I don’t think I could listen to Fugazi again without thinking of that goddamn t-shirt you wore until it was covered in holes.

I never said it enough, but I’m still so proud of you. For everything. You are a true image of dreams being accomplished, you’re basically a legend in the making. I know you never liked me inflating your ego too much, but I hope you’ll take this compliment at least this once.

This could be misconstrued as a little selfish, but I hope you’re hurting as much as I have been. I hope you struggle to think of me, I hope you reminisce on the good times and dwell on the tough times. I don’t know where you’re staying at the moment, I’m still getting all your mail so you mightn’t have gotten a new place yet, so you’re probably staying with George or someone, but I hope there’s things that remind you of me. Like those cufflinks I bought you for the first of your birthdays we spent together or when you see a movie on Netflix you know I love.

I hope that when we see each other again, there’s not a shred of any contempt in my heart. We don’t have to be friends, but it would kill me if we couldn’t even speak.

Love From Me

As you folded it and slid it into an envelope you felt so much lighter. And with it placed at the bottom of the drawer of your nightstand, you felt like you could breathe freely–for the first time in months.

Now you just had to face him. A task easier said than done, even with your previous exercise, it was a bandaid that made the pain bearable.

The evening of the dinner, you made sure to look your best. Not for Matty, no. You needed to show everyone else that you were fine–you were sure Matty had told them all about what happened, and the only one of his bandmates you’d spoken to was George. It was a shock when you got the text from Carly asking if you were free, you thought the end of your relationship with Matty would mean the end of your friendship with the people around him. Not to say you weren’t pleasantly surprised, just a little bit caught off guard.

You did a quick once-over before you headed out the door, and in the least self-conceited way, you’d never looked hotter. Your makeup was perfect, your hair had that fluffy, 90s supermodel look, and you were wearing a dress that fit you like a glove, in a colour that was the perfect compliment to your glowing skin.

On the drive there you were trying to psych yourself up. It wasn’t a big deal…You could do this. Even as you were walking towards the front door and you could hear laughs inside, you kept telling yourself you would be okay…even if you didn’t believe it all that much.

Only about a second after you pressed the doorbell, you were greeted with the sight of the one, the only Jamie Squire.

“How are you, kid?” He asked excitedly, giving you a friendly hug.

“Oh…You know,” you answered. Because he most certainly did know. You held up the mid-priced bottle of red wine you brought. “Where should this go?”

“Oh Carly’s in the kitchen,” he said.

You were glad to see Carly alone in the kitchen, checking on whatever meal was in the oven. She was just as dolled up as you–you were glad you wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb.

“Carls!” You called to her as you entered the kitchen.

She excitedly turned and gave you a hug, and gave you a compliment on your makeup. You were always grateful for the friendship between The 1975’s WAGs, past and present.

“So where’s the little rockstar?” You asked, you always loved spending time with Baby Hann, as one of his godparents you’d spent many days playing along with any game he could come up with–which were becoming more and more inventive as he got older.

“He’s at Ad’s parents’,” she answered, you frowned. “Hey, we need a night off every so often!”

“I know…I know…” You joked as you poured a glass from the bottle you brought. “Well then where’s your lovely husband? Need to tell him he should help out his wife.”

“He’s in the living room with everyone else…” She got quiet at the end of her sentence.

“Hey,” you said in a serious tone. “It’s okay, I can be around him.”

“You’re sure?”

“I think.” You laughed.

“If you say so…” She went back to preparing some kind of sauce on the stovetop, leaving you to wade into the unknown. 

You followed the noise of laughter and talking. You were greeted with the sight of George standing in front of everyone else, telling some insane story of his–and the band’s–youth. He trailed off mid-sentence when you entered, and his audience all whipped their heads around to look at the interruption.

Immediately everyone stood, each taking turns to greet you with a polite hug. Last was Matty, he hung back as everyone else said hello. You were so distracted you didn’t notice him at first, but when you did, it was clear how he’d been doing. His hair was longer than before, but not in a way that seemed like he was trying to grow it out, he had a light sprinkle of stubble, and the suit he wore–a staple for him recently–was wrinkled and it looked just a little too big on him.

You politely gave him a kiss on the cheek. You were engulfed in the scent of his cologne, a scent you didn’t realise you missed so dearly.

“How are you, love?” He asked. Love. Sometimes things don’t change, you thought.

“I’m alright,” you said with a bright facade. “Busy with work.”

“Good! Me too,” he answered.

Soon you were whisked away by whomever wanted to talk to you next, not even given an opportunity to say goodbye.

And that was how it went for most of the evening, you’d somehow end up standing next to each other, and someone would intervene. You couldn’t blame your friends, they just wanted to minimise the tension, but there was nothing that could be done about your heart shattering more and more every time you got a look at him.

It got later into the night, and soon the group began to get thinner and thinner. At just a few stragglers left, you saw Matty in the back garden, smoking a cigarette and scrolling through his phone. It was time.

Maybe it was the bottle of wine giving you the courage, but you knew you couldn’t end the night without a proper conversation with Matty, it would be just plain rude not to.

He didn’t react at hearing the clunk of your heels on the wooden deck he was sitting on, only when you sat down right next to him. All he did was offer you a drag of his cigarette which you took, like old times.

“I’m glad you came,” he said after you handed the ciggie back to him. “Here, I mean.”

“Me too…” You answered. “Was a fun night.”

“Did you see how pissed Charli was?” He smiled. “G had to carry her to the car.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” you laughed. “So…uh…where are you staying at the moment?”

“I’ve been bouncing around…” He answered. “Here for tonight.”

You nodded. He seemed quite content to keep scrolling on his phone in silence, but you didn’t want to quit.

“Do you think we could be friends?” You asked. “One day, I mean…eventually.”

Matty looked at you–properly–for the first time since you sat down. “I hope so. Just…”

“What?”

“I need to get over some stuff before that,” he said, nonchalantly, stubbing out his cigarette on the wood of the deck. “Like…I don’t think I’ll ever love someone the way I love you. Like ever.”

Your heart sank at the admission. Everything you’d done to prepare yourself to face him calmly suddenly went out the window.

“Then what are we doing?”

He looked confused by your question.

“Why are we both miserable and just not doing anything about it? Why did we decide to split up if this was how it would end up?”

You were admittedly a bit drunker than you realised at first, you’d never have as much courage to talk to him about all this if you were completely sober.

“Because…” He started. “We run our course.”

“Who says?” You could feel something–Anger? Passion?–bubbling up. “Why should we suffer doing something that neither of us really want? Why were we so rash with all this?”

That last question was more to yourself, why did you give up so easily? You could see Matty’s eyes had a slight gloss to them, yours matched them.

“I don’t know.” Was all he said. And it was enough to solidify your decision of what you were about to do.

You began to lean forward, strong eye contact between the two of you. Matty met you in the middle and before you knew it you were engulfed in the warmth of his kiss, now letting the tears flow freely. It was some kind of cathartic release, all pent up over the last few months.

You didn’t break away until you were in desperate need of air. You both caught your breaths, just staring at each other. Eventually Matty let out a small chuckle.

“What?” You asked, confused but matching his grin.

“Was just thinking…” He started. “I’m supposed to stay here tonight…And I don’t know how I’m gonna sneak out to spend the night with you.”

You laughed. “Well that’s very presumptuous of you.”

“Well I know my audience…” He quipped. It was true, he knew the kind of person you were, as evident when you brought him back to your flat after your first proper date and silently begged him not to judge you–which he didn’t.

You both sat in silence for a little while, a comfortable silence. You didn’t want to go back inside, you felt safe in just Matty’s presence. But you were thinking, how would you explain this to everyone? Simple, you didn’t have to. As much as you loved the band and everyone that came along with them–your family–you did like being alone some of the time. And you thought it best to be alone right now.

“Well I’m going home,” you said, standing up.

“What do I do?” He asked.

“I don’t know! Come up with some excuse! Like you need another pack of fags or something!”

“Carly doesn’t like me smoking here! I had to sneak that one!” He pointed to the butt that was sitting crumbled on the deck next to him.

You sighed. “Just come up with something?”

He laughed. “I’ll try…”

You bid a farewell to the last of the group, and thanked the wonderful couple for hosting. As you turned the ignition of your car, a sense of excitement ran through you. You felt like a teenager again, sneaking around with a boy that made you giddy.

When you got back to your flat, you hurriedly tidied as best you could; making your bed, drying and putting away the dishes you’d left on the sink. When you finally had the time to get a look at yourself in the mirror and saw the sight before you, you quickly refreshed your makeup, fixing your smudged lipstick and creased concealer.

And then you waited on your sofa, after you poured yourself a glass of wine to keep your fearlessness going. Time ticked by ever so slowly. You must’ve checked your phone about two hundred times over the course of about 50 minutes. Eventually you heard a series of rapid knocks at your door, it could only be him. As soon as you opened the door his lips were on yours, feverish and rough.

“What took so long?” You asked in between kisses.

“Had to wait for everyone to leave…” Another kiss. “And then for Hann and Carly to go to bed.”

You just smiled. You had the adrenaline of a horny teenager.

In a flurry of clothes being stripped off between biting, hot kisses, you made your way to your bedroom. A task that was easy for Matty, purely for muscle memory.

There was no need to warm up to it. You straddled Matty and engulfed him in another kiss that almost made you melt.

“You want me to wear a condom?” He asked in a string of breaths, trying not to focus on the heat radiating from you on his thighs.

“I know I’m still clean, are you?”

“Of course.” Was his way of saying there’d been nobody else, An admission that made you beam.

You took gentle hold of his cock, running your thumb over the tip and eliciting a moan from him. And even more as you slowly lowered down on him. It felt comfortable, like home.

As you began to bounce, keeping firm eye contact with Matty, you could feel a bubble start to form in your abdomen. 

You felt your spine turn to jelly when Matty placed two firm fingers on your clit, massaging it in a familiar pattern that you hadn’t felt in months. You were rapidly approaching the edge.

“Ma–Baby…” You began to get out. “Al-almost there…”

“Do you want me on top?” He asked, you nodded.

In a flash, Matty readjusted you so you were laying on top of the mattress, lifting your hips up just a little so he could hit that spot, over and over and over again.

You were biting your lip to stop from letting out the most guttural moan, you just about drew blood. But you just couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Once Matty had hit your g-spot one last time, you just unravelled underneath him. He kept thrusting as you ran out your high, but it wasn’t long before he was emptying into you and collapsing next to you.

In a hazy silence, you both were laid on your bed–yours and his–catching your breaths. After a few minutes of recovery, you sat up a little to look at Matty. He was staring at the ceiling with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on him.

“You alright there?” You asked, with a smile of your own.

“Yeah just…” He took a second to gather his thoughts. “Just really, really happy.”

“Me too.”

The rest of your evening–in a word–was still. You were sat in bed, now under the covers with legs intertwined, just talking. Talking about anything, everything, what you missed out on each other’s lives in the past couple months.

But there was one thing you wanted to tell him–needed to tell him. It was whispering at you from the drawer of your nightstand.

“I have something for you,” you said.

“Oh?” Matty asked with a smile as turned away from him to retrieve the envelope. “Is it a good something or a bad something?”

“Good, I think.” You handed him the envelope that had ‘to Matty’ scrawled on the front. “I wrote it a couple days ago, I just wanted to get all my feelings out.”

As he opened the envelope and quickly scanned the paper within, he got the memo. “A letter for me?”

“You don’t have to read it, or if you want to I can leave the room if that makes it easier…”

“No, you don’t have to…” He said with urgency. “Just sit with me?”

You nodded and shimmied closer to him as he read. It took a couple minutes, after he was done, he folded it back up and placed it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. You finally looked at him, he had tears in his eyes.

“I…” He said shakily. “I love you so much. And I’m never letting you go again.”

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Insufferable Arsehole Part 5: Don't Fuck It, You Muppet - Matty Healy Series

A/n: Here's the next part, I'm really enjoying writing this series and I hope you are all enjoying it too. If you have any ideas about Lou x Matty don't hesitate to pop it into my asks or message me. Or if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask :) love you guys for all the support. Especially @poisonmedaddy13 💜

Warnings: smut at the end of the chapter and a fair bit of fluff too

Minors DNI

You can read all previous parts here: Series Masterlist

Part 4

The band had stopped at some petrol station in the middle of nowhere. She can't deny she's lost track of how many shows they've done or where they're performing next, they've been on tour for over 3 weeks now. The group were sat inside the tour bus, a few going off at scattered times to sleep. She didn't sleep very much at the best of times (it could've had something to do with the crazy amounts of coffee she drank), but something about touring, all the adrenaline, made it even harder for her to sleep.

So there she sat: leaning against the tour bus, a spliff that George had rolled for her, resting between her fingertips, something to help you sleep he had said. She knew it probably wouldn't help but at least it would calm her shot nerves for a bit. She had been overthinking and replaying everything that had happened between Matty and her.

She heard the door to the bus open before someone was shutting it gently. She looked up to see a sleepy looking Matty, clad in a pair of joggers and a beaten tee. He offered her a dazed smile, clearly he had only just woken up. The smell of him drifts through her nose, completely overtaking the smell of the weed she's smoking.

"Hey" he says, grunting as he attempted to sit down next to her. Their thighs were plush against each other, his heat radiating off him and drifting into her: she was suddenly feeling a little bit sleepy.

"Getting a bit too old to sit all the way down here love" he grunts again making her giggle, a noise that makes his lips stretch further.

"I love hearing you giggle" he admits. She just smiles at him, taking another puff before offering it to him, he declines and she frowns, that's not like him, she thinks.

"You good?" She asks and he nods, just smiling at her.

"Yeah I'm good. Just don't need it right now" he says and she nods, taking another puff, finishing the spliff before stubbing it out on the ground next to her.

"Why are you out here on your own?" He asks and she smirks.

"Well I'm not on my own now am I silly?" She smirks, her intrusive thoughts take over and she moves to hold the hand that had been resting against his thigh. He finds himself squeezing hers, wanting nothing more than to raise it to his lips, too much too soon he thinks.

Her eyes drift from their hands to the men across from them, their driver and Jamie, sitting at the small garage. They had clearly filled up the bus with petrol, maybe the driver needed a break, who knew? But she appreciated the much needed lull.

Her eyes are drifting shut as she leans her head back against the cold metal of the bus.

"Are you sure you're okay love?" He asks, his words muffled by her new sleep induced state. Maybe the weed worked after all, or maybe it was Matty's presence; this new, sweet and loving Matty: which suddenly made her feel unbelievably relaxed, his hand on hers, thumb running across the soft skin at the back of it.

"Hmm." she doesn't open her eyes but feels his eyes burning into her skin. Her eyes slowly drift open after a beat, seeing him all too clearly now. His eyebrows were furrowed in worry, she wanted to smooth her thumb over the lines that had formed there. His lip was in-between his teeth, gnawing it out of worry.

"I like seeing you like this" she admits, the high hitting her now. George always told her she was unwaveringly honest when she smoked weed, she was calm, but her words were always sincere when high. Maybe more sincere than usual.

"Like what?" His eyebrows still furrowed, lip still being chewed by his teeth. She leans forward, the hand that was unoccupied moving to pluck his lips from his teeth.

"All worried about me" she says and he chuckles, smiling down at her.

"And why's that?" He asks and her eyes are fluttering shut again, this time her head lands on his shoulder. He looks down at his shoulder, smiling at the sight.

"Means you do care about me" her words hit his heart and he leans forward, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. She wants nothing more than to be awake now, just so she can ask for another kiss. But her eyes struggle to stay open.

"Sleep love" he says, and she doesn't hear another word from him, or anything around her.

A while later she finds herself waking, suddenly in her bunk, she adorns George's jumper still, feeling incredibly cozy. She wonders how she got here, Matty must have carried her: the thought has her smiling to herself.

She hears movement coming from another bunk and slowly opens the curtain of hers to see who it was.

"We're here love. Matty made you a coffee" George says and she smiles up at him.

"Give me a few minutes yeah?" She asks and George nods. She removes herself from her bunk, collecting her things and going to get changed. She couldn't wait until they got into the hotel, a hot shower was definitely needed.

She quickly gets changed and makes herself more presentable, finally removing yesterday's make up, leaving her fresh-faced. She then finds the rest of the group, waiting outside the bus. Matty stands with two cups of coffee, offering her one very quickly upon seeing her.

"Thank you" she smiles, coming to stand inbetween him and George, their shoulders brushing. George wraps his warm around her and she leans in to him, making her move away from Matty slightly, she doesn't miss the quick frown that rests on his face before the previous smile is returning.

"Sleep well?" He asks and everyone's looking at the both of them then, not that she cares. She looks up at him, a smile on her face that makes everyone else smile.

"Amazingly" she says and he smiles down at her, no one else really knows what on earth there smiling at but the sight was nice. Everyone else begins talking about whatever else and she continues looking at Matty.

"Thank you" she mouths, referring to putting her to bed and the coffee.

"You're welcome"

She takes a sip from the coffee and practically moans at the taste.

"Alright Lou calm down" George says, looking down at her and they all laugh.

"What?!! It tastes nice!" She says, lightly hitting her best friend for teasing her. The group break out in laughter and she feels so happy, the worries of yesterday completely slipping her mind.

The noise does other things to Matty and she smirks upon seeing the look in his eyes.

"Okay guys let's get a move on" Jamie says. The group are quick to gather their things, making their way to their hotel rooms. Every single one of them knew that soon enough they'd all be in the same room anyway, it's what always happened. They never knew why Jamie booked multiple rooms.

Lou is quick to jump in the shower, soaking up the heat. She gets changed thereafter, the city they were in today was colder than the rest so she changed into a white jumper, a black skirt with a pair of tights and making sure to wear her usual leather jacket.

She got a text from George explaining that they were in Matty's room. They actually didn't have a show until the next day so decided to have a chill day with each other. The first of this tour.

She text back saying she was going to have a quick smoke before joining them.

She found her way out of the hotel, a security guard following her: a demand of Jamie's.

She goes to light her cigarette but hears her name being called. A group of three girls are walking towards her and the security guard gets defensive. She raises her hand at him, letting her know it's okay.

"Are we okay to say hello?" One of them asks sweetly.

"Of course!" She says cheerfully, wanting them to feel welcome. The girls come closer and Lou is quick to accept their hugs. She tucks the cigarette on top of her ear, before signing things they had brought along with them. She for one didn't mind a few fans coming to their hotel to say hello, but when they were swarmed it was a tad overwhelming. They appreciated their dedication and love regardless.

"How are you guys?" She asks them and each girl speaks, she smiles listening to them. They have a conversation about various things the girls asking Lou questions about the tour and the guys.

"We love your band don't get us wrong!! But you work really well with the 1975!" They explain and she smiles at their words.

"Thank you! I'm having the best time, I do miss my band though, they're a lot less chaotic than the boys" she jokes making them laugh.

The girls expressions change when the door next to them opens, revealing Matty. She can tell they're trying to keep cool and she smiles at them.

"Thought you'd be out here" Matty says, lighting his cigarette before his hand is grazing her back before seeing the girls in front of her.

"Hi!" He says, hand dropping from her back, not going unnoticed by the girls. Matty then hugs them before taking some pictures.

The group talks to the both of them, handing Lou a small bouquet of flowers she didn't even realise one of them were holding, a giving Matty a shirt that says "I hate Matty Healy" which makes all of them laugh before they say their goodbyes.

"They love you" Matty says and she lights her own cigarette.

They smoke together chatting about this and that before they're heading back to his hotel room to meet the rest of the group.

Matty ushers the security guard that had followed Lou away, Lou handing him the flowers and Matty handing over the tee before they enter the elevator. Matty clicks the number to his floor. His eyes find hers and he feels the air knock from his lungs.

"How come you get away without having security follow you everywhere?" She asks.

He's suddenly realising how especially pretty she is today.

"Love you look gorgeous" he breathes out, his words shocking her.

Her body finds his with one gentle pull his way. His hand is light against her waist, she can barely feel it but she can feel an almost electric sensation where it rests.

His other hand rests against her jaw, holding her gently, as if he's going to break her.

"Is this okay? I know I haven't even started showing you how sorry I am but I can't help myself-" he gets cut off by her lips against his. His hand grips her waist tighter now and she gasps against his lips.

"You think too much" she laughs against his mouth making him chuckle too. His craving for her feels slightly sedated now, with her soft lips pressed against his, his tongue softly making its way into her mouth to caress her awaiting one. The kiss is different than any they've shared before and she's the one that feels addicted now.

"I like when you kiss me like this" she murmurs against his mouth, he breaks away momentarily, her lips chasing his making him smirk.

He places a few pecks against her mouth as his fingertips drift over her freckled cheeks.

"Think I like you most like this" he says, making her eyebrows furrow.

"You're beautiful no matter what love. But seeing you like this reminds me of when we were younger. No make up, just you. Absolutely stunning" he says before he's pressing his lips against hers again, she has no time to respond and before they know it the ding of the elevator is letting them know they're at their floor.

The ding isn't what pulls them apart unfortunately, it's the groan of their best friend that makes them jump apart. George stands there, hand covering his eyes, groaning to himself. Matty and Lou can't help but laugh.

"Fucking hell... Was wondering what was taking yous so long" he says still covering his eyes.

"Stop being so dramatic" Lou says, shoving her best friend as she walks past him "we have to put up with you and Charli making out all the time" she says before she's walking off to Matty's room.

George removes his hand from his eyes, spotting his friend leaning against the elevator wall, a huge shit eating grin resting against his lips.

George smiles at this before he speaks "looks good on you mate" Matty frowns, not knowing what he's talking about.

"You, looking happy. Looks good" he says and Matty walks up to him then, clasping a hand on his back as they began to walk.

"Thanks mate"

"Just cut down on the making out please... Feels weird seeing my best mates suck face" he says making Matty laugh.

"You'll have to talk to her about that I'm afraid" he says, the two men laughing loudly.

Upon entering the room, Matty sees Lou resting in Charli's lap on a large love seat, the two girls giggling about something. George smiles at his two favorite girls before he's plonking himself down next to them, hooking an arm around the pair.

"You've got such ridiculously long arms G, it's weird" Lou says, the large man begins tickling her, making her get up from Charli's lap, making the other girl frown, kicking her boyfriend.

"Jealous much" Charli says before she takes her boyfriend in for a hug.

Matty begins talking to Hann and Carly, so her eyes land on Ross who pats the spot next to him on the sofa he's sat on. Matty's eyes catch hers as she sits next to Ross, whose arm hooks over her shoulders now. He feels no jealousy now as he looks over the pair, in fact he wants nothing more than to join them.

"How's your day going hmm?" Ross smirks at her, knowing something was up, especially given the blush that arises to her cheeks.

"It's good" she says and he laughs.

"I bet it is" he says, innuendo laced in his words.

"Shut up" she says, shoving his large shoulders as the pair laugh. They're both aware it's only been two days but the look Ross gives her let's her now he's happy for her.

Matty excuses himself from his conversation he was having and walks over to the pair "room for one more?" Matty asks and they both stare up at him.

"Of course" Lou says, looking over at Ross who smiles before nodding. Matty launches himself over the pair making them both laugh. Before he can get too comfortable, Lou's phone is ringing in her pocket.

"Shit, sorry" she says, awkwardly getting her phone out given that Matty was splayed across their laps.

"I've got to take this" she says, eyebrows furrowing. Matty's ears prick up at this, moving off them so she can stand. She quickly leaves the room and he sits back down next to Ross, wondering to himself what it was about.

She answers the phone and hears her manager on the other side of the line.

"Hello you wonderful human" he says. Now Lou's manager, Gregg, was one of the nicest people (alongside Jamie) that she had met in the industry. She was like her father at this point. But sometimes he cared, a little too much, and this was one of these times.

"Hi, everything okay?" She says, worry laced in her voice.

"Why do you sound worried? As if I can't just call you to check up on you" he says and she chuckles.

"Yeah sure. What's up?" She asks.

"Jamie said you haven't been sleeping much" he says and she feels her eyes rolling. "and you've been spending a lot of time with Matty, since when did you like him? Last time we spoke you said, and I quote: "he's an insufferable arsehole" he says and she chuckles. Barely any time has passed and Jamie's already grassed on the pair

"I actually had a great night sleep thank you very much. You know me, touring and sleep don't go hand in hand but I'll be fine" she says ignoring the Matty bit for now.

"I do know you. Very well in fact. And I know that you will burn yourself out if you don't sleep" he says and she groans. She knows he's right but like a stubborn daughter she finds her eyes rolling again.

"Yes I know" "good" he says.

"So Matty?" He asks and she seriously thought she had avoided it.

"It kind of just happened" she explains.

"What happened?"

"Nothing much really. Not yet. But I don't hate him now, he's actually... Quite bearable" she explains, keeping her cards close to her chest.

"Okay... Well I know you've got George to defend you, but I will kill him if he hurts you" he says and she sighs.

"I don't need defending Gregg. I can deal with whatever happens okay?"

"Okay. We miss you, call us more yeah?" He says and then they finish up their conversation. She goes to open up the door, hearing the boys talk in hush tones.

"I'm happy for you mate, I really am. We are all. Just don't fuck it up okay?" She hears George say.

"I dont intend on fucking it up. Have I given you any indication whatsoever since we last spoke that I was going to fuck it up?" She hears Matty say and then G groans.

"No" George says.

"He's just saying mate" Ross says, defending G.

"I know he's 'just saying'. But it's fucking annoying. I don't think either of you realise how fucking serious I am about her. When I said I'd prove how sorry I am... How I feel about her, how I've always felt about her. I fucking meant it. Look I know I'm not sincere very often but I'm trying okay?" She hears him say, he sounds a bit miffed at his friends and she wants to go in and hug him but she feels a bit awkward now, if she entered now it would be obvious she had been listening in.

"Im sorry mate, I'm just trying to look out for you... And her, she's like my sister" George says.

"I know! But right now, you don't need to look out for either of us. What happened to earlier? When you said happiness looks good on me?"

"It does"

"Then maybe butt out for a bit yeah?" She hears him say, she hears the boys call after him, he must've gone somewhere else. She walks in then, eyes finding both the boys who look like two dears in a headlight.

"Did you hear all of that?" Ross says and she knows there's no point lying, she nods and both of their expressions soften.

"Sorry" they say in unison.

"I don't know what everyone's problem is at the moment: you two, Gregg... But I'm a grown woman and I can deal with my shit myself okay?" She says firmly, making both the boys nod up at her, not wanting to say another word.

"the day so far has been pretty awesome. So don't ruin it." Another nod from the pair. "Now where did Matty go?" She asks and they both point to the balcony.

"Figures" she laughs before walking out on the balcony.

"Hey" she says softly upon seeing him. His head snaps towards hers, his features softening when he realises it's her.

"Oh hi... Sorry, thought you were g or Ross" he says, turning his attention back to his cigarette.

"It's okay..." She says, coming to lean against the balcony, next to him, their shoulders resting against one another.

"You okay?" She asks softly, lightly bumping her shoulder against his. He turns his attention back to her, offering her a small nod.

"I will be..."

"You know I heard what they said right?" She asks, hand finding his back.

"I didn't" he laughs, hand running through his hair in worry. He didn't know what her reaction would be, would she be annoyed at what he said? Would should like that he defended himself and his feelings towards her?

"I appreciate what you said though" she says, leaning forward to place several soft kisses against his cheeks, making him giggle.

"I like it when you're sincere" she says, pulling back to look at him.

"Yeah... Me too" he says and she smiles at him, he doesn't smile back at first, clearly still annoyed at the two men.

"Don't let them ruin it. We've had a good day so far right?" She asks and he nods.

"Especially the part in the elevator" she says, trying to get him to smile.

"Yeah I liked that part" he says, flicking his cigarette off the balcony before his hands pull her into his chest, lips pressing against her forehead.

"I'm not going to fuck this up okay? I know it must be confusing for you, I mean I acted like I hated you for years and then suddenly I'm confessing my feelings towards you... just didn't want to lose you. But I'm serious about this" He asks and for whatever reason, she truly believes him.

"I know" she says simply, leaning up to kiss him, a gentle kiss, just her lips massaging against his softly.

"I'm never going to get used to that" he says as she pulls away.

"Well you better because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon" she says making him laugh, pulling her closer to him and bridging the gap between their lips again.

She tasted sweet like strawberries, mixed with tobacco and he couldn't pull himself away. Especially when her hands found his hair, pulling gently at the strands.

They heard a car beep from below and he pulled away, suddenly aware they were on a balcony, where anyone could see.

"Someone could see us" he says when she leans back in, pressing her lips back to his.

"Let them see" she sighs against his mouth, tongue meeting his, the couple fighting for dominance, in which he won.

"Baby" he says and she moans at the nickname.

"Say that again" she says, gripping his shirt in her hands, needing him closer, the bottom of his hiking up to reveal part of his stomach.

"Baby we should stop" he says and she feels sense come back to her brain.

"You're right" she says, taking a step back, laughing at his disheveled appearance.

"Sorry about that" she says, soothing her hands down her jumper, chuckling to herself at the lack of control she just showed.

"Never be sorry" he says, pulling her into a corner of the balcony that was fairly covered from the public eye.

"Thought you said we should stop" she chuckles as his lips smear against her neck.

"I can't stop around you" his lips continue to smear against her neck, bruising the skin: the make up team were going to hate her later.

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Matty brings the shirt on stage that the fans they met yesterday gave to him, during the second half of their set.

"Yesterday, Lou and I met some lovely fans. They gave Lou some pretty flowers..." He begins "perfectly fitting" he says without the microphone just so she could hear in her in ears. "And they gave me this shirt" he says, revealing the fabric to their audience.

Matty holding the "I hate Matty Healy" shirt was displayed on the screens next to the stage, so everyone could see. The crowd screams and goes absolutely mental making them all laugh.

"Thought you might want to wear it love" he says, the nickname slipping out without a second thought, not that she bothered to care. He was teasing her but she wouldn't back down now.

"Seems appropriate" she says into her microphone before he's passing it to her.

She throws it over the top of the shirt she was wearing, although Matty secretly hoped she would take the shirt off, not that he wanted everyone to see that, just himself.

The crowd goes crazy again and they all laugh. They continue their set, Lou wearing the shirt throughout the whole show.

The time came for their final bows, the boys all exchanged the same look as Lou began to walk off stage, before George was running towards her, hooking his arm around her shoulder and pulling her back on stage, making the crowd go crazy.

"What are you doing?" She asks as she's met with Matty and the rest.

"You're as much a part of this band now as the rest of us" Matty says, the sweet sentiment making her tear up a little.

"Don't you go crying on us now" Ross says, pointing a finger towards her, she wipes the tears from her eyes as she laughs.

"Come on" Adam says, hooking his arm around Ross and George, Matty hooked his arm around Lou before they all shared a quick group hug, before turning back to the crowd and bowing.

Lou then left the guys to do their individual waves to the crowd before one by one they left, Matty leaving the stage last.

She waited on the side lines for him, every single one of the guys smirking at her as they went past (not without hugging her tightly first).

Matty then came running back to her, scooping her up into a tight hug, making her giggle as her feet left the ground.

"That was the fucking best" he says, putting her down and looking her deeply in the eyes.

"You're the fucking best" he says, pulling her into him again.

"So are you Matthew Healy. So are you" she's the one to pull him closer now, gripping his shirt tightly as she stands on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his.

All the air left in his lungs seems to leave him and he quickly grasps her waist, attempting to steady himself.

"Wait... Lou" he says making her reluctantly pull away to look at him.

"What's up?" She asks, worry sketched across her features. His eyebrows furrow too, almost copying hers.

"I haven't even begun to show you how sorry I am...." He says, fingertips playing with the hem of her shirt as he hesitates over his next words. She's about to tell him he can say whatever is on his mind and she wants him too, but he speaks before she gets the chance.

"Don't want you thinking... Thinking I'm like.... Using you or something" his words are jumbled and very casual considering it's Matty, but she knows he's like this when he's nervous.

She laughs a soft laugh as she looks up at him, his eyes flutter as she slowly leans up to kiss him, just once, a sweet and firm one.

"How about...." She says, pulling away from him, one hand resting against his chest, one on his jaw. He sees her eyes darken and he knows he couldn't resist her even if he tried. Her lips find his neck, pressing and sucking against the flesh there before finding the shell of his ear.

He doesn't expect her mouth to take it in, neither does he expect the profane groan that falls from his lips as she sucks it before whispering her next words.

"You take me into your changing room and show me how sorry you are" she says and he can't stop himself from grasping her, swinging her over his shoulder and taking them to his changing room.

They pass the boys, Lou waves at them as she giggles, a smirk rests on Matty's face and Ross and Adam cheer and laugh as George groans.

"At least try to keep it down" they hear George shout as Matty skillfully opens the door, before slamming it shut.

He's setting her on her feet before lightly pressing her against the wall.

"I'm not going to break Matty" she says and his grip tightens then, forcing himself to stand in-between her hips. His hips press against hers and she moans, the sound slipping into his mouth, tongue playing with hers as her hands grasp his hair.

"Baby" he groans as she tugs at the curls.

"Hmm" she moans against his mouth, parting their lips briefly before he's taking a step back.

He stares at her for a few moments, smirking and shaking his head to himself.

"Forgot you were wearing that top" he says making her look down at the fabric. Her fingertips find the hem of it but before she can tug it over her head his fingers are stopping her movements.

"Keep it on" he says, voice deep: barely a grumble, but the noise awakens something inside her and she's pushing herself off the wall, capturing his lips with hers. They move quickly against each other and he can't believe how bad he wants her, but he is yet to prove his words.

"Slow down love, we've got all the time in the world" he says, pulling away from her slightly, pressing featherlight kisses around her face, making her giggle.

He pulls back to look at her again, not able to get enough. She pouts at him and makes grabby hands making him chuckle.

"Want you to fuck me" she admits and he throws his head back and groans. He wants that so badly but right now he needed to prove how sorry he was and he only knew one way he could truly do that.

"Trust me love, we will get to that" he says and she sighs as she pouts again. He steps forward again, grasping the edges of her skirt. He looks deeply into her eyes as he pushes the fabric upwards so it's resting against her hips, revealing her black lace underwear.

"You're so fucking gorgeous" he says and her breath falters as the curly haired man drops to his knees in front of her. His next words nearly have her cumming on the spot.

"Let me worship you" he says and she throws her head back in a moan as his swollen lips press against her inner thighs. Her hands quickly weave into his hair, interwoven in the strands as she tugs at them, needing more of him.

"Baby I'm so sorry" he says, and a kiss is delivered to her clothed centre: she gasps.

"Want to show you how sorry I am, will you let me show you how sorry I am?" He murmurs against her covered core, the vibrations making her arch against the wall.

She's nodding and although he sees her through his eyelashes he needs to hear her say it.

"Need to hear you love" he says and she's quickly moaning out a "please Matty" and that's all he truly needs before he's tugging her underwear down her legs. He helps her step out of it and she chuckles as he stuffs them into his back pocket, smirking up at her before delving in.

He starts with a soft kiss to her clit, loving the way such a simple act has her eyes fluttering shut. They snap open as he pulls back, stopping his movements all together.

"There's a good girl, keep those beautiful eyes open for me, think you can do that yeah? Need you to see how sorry I am" he says and she's nodding harshly, wanting nothing more than to have him on her again. He lowers his lips to her centre again, another kiss being placed against her swollen bud.

He presses kiss after kiss on her clit, around her thighs and over her mound, her hands are pressing against the back of his head, wanting more friction from the heavenly looking man in-between her thighs.

"Matty please" she begs again, his eyes find hers and he knows he's done for.

"Okay love, just wanted to love on you for a second" he says making her smile down at him. The smile drops from her face not a second later as another kiss is pressed against her clit. This time his tongue splays out flat across the surface and he sucks. He smirks as her hands fly back to his hair.

He sucks the bundle of nerves harshly, whispering "I'm sorry" in-between every suck that's delivered.

She goes to beg for more but her prayers are answered as his tongue makes a few calculated swipes across her folds, dipping into her core at the last moment.

"Fuck Matty" she moans, she had always thought that Matty looked like a good kisser and of course that had been confirmed. But never in the time she had known him had she thought he would be this good at giving head. She had heard rumours when they were younger, she had thought they were just the mutterings of desperate girls, but now, with the same boy she used to shamefully fantasise about, in-between her thighs, eating her up like she was honey: she knows for a fact they were right.

"Taste so good sweetheart, going to let me have more of you?" He asks moaning into her dripping cunt, making her spasm at the vibrations.

All she can do is nod down at him. He doesn't do anything and she knows he wants to hear her again.

"Take it, take it all" she says, not making my sense in her own mind but that's all he needs to hear before his tongue is plunging into her, curling up inside her and hitting her soft spot.

Her moans are loud now but neither of them care.

"So sorry love" he speaks in-between strokes of his tongue "don't know how you ever could've thought I hated you". A swipe of his tongue, a moan from her, a suck on her clit, a tug of his hair.

"You're too fucking amazing to hate" he admits and she trashes against the wall, the pleasure almost too much to bare. His words were only making her pleasure more intense and their unbroken eye contact had her moaning his name like a mantra.

"I'm sorry" he says again, before his tongue is curling into her again.

"Matty" she says and he knows she needs more.

"What do you need baby?" He asks and her eyes are fluttering shut before opening to look at him again. The sight is devilish, his curls are a mess on top of his head, his lips were swollen and glistening with her juices and his eyes were the darkest she had ever seen them. Her eyes wandered down for a moment, seeing a clear bulge resting against his trousers: he was enjoying this.

"Need your fingers" she admits and he gets back to work, sucking on her clit as his fingers spread over her folds, teasing her before one dips in. It's the first time he's had his fingers in her and he knows he'll be addicted to this too: what with the way she's saying his name and begging for more.

"Fucking hell" he murmurs against her "so fucking tight"

The feeling was euphoric, she had always been obsessed with his hands, how large, calloused and veiny they were, especially when he played guitar, but having his long fingers dip inside her pulsating walls had her moaning louder now. He curved his finger into her before adding another one, his tongue working on her clit.

"Matty" she sighs, her moans stopping as her mouth hung open. He could tell she was close by that simple fact. She was so blissed out she could no longer moan, all she could do was chant his name as he chanted an aray of "I'm sorry's" and "could never have hated yous". She grasps his curls tightly in her hands, pushing his head further into her, making him moan around her clit.

"Let go, for me love" he says "want to taste you" he admits and that's all it takes before she's spasming against the wall, her eyes snapping shut as she tips over the edge.

"Matty" his name is drawn out and he swears it's the best thing he's ever heard, it has him moaning against her as she coats his tongue in her juices.

His moaning at the taste of her, sweet like honey.

He's quick to support her now slaking body, standing from in-between her thighs to hold her waist tightly, kissing her neck and lips lightly as she came down from her high.

Her legs were like jelly and she was undeniably grateful he was holding her up.

"You with me love?" He asks and she nods into his neck, pressing her own kisses to his warm skin.

"You're really fucking good at that" she says, unintentionally stroking his ego.

"Yeah?" He says, smirking down at her as she moves from her place in his neck. His hard on is pressing against her thigh and she can't help but let her eyes drift down.

"Don't worry about me love" he says, fingers pressing against her chin so she's looking at him. He grasps her chin and pulls her gently towards him, several soft, loving kisses being pressed against her lips, making her sigh against him. The rough, fast or harsh kisses were euphoric but those soft ones he delivered to her mouth had her heart pounding at a hundred miles per hour.

"Trust me I haven't even started showing you how sorry I am, that was just a start" he admits and she smiles against his lips.

"Okay...." She drifts off, handing diving down his chest to rest against his lower abdomen, feeling his v-lines through his shirt.

"But.. how about for now" she says, sucking his neck, his ear, anything she could press her lips against "I show you how thankful I am" she says and he groans as her hands cup him through his trousers.

"You don't have to thank me love" he says, although he'd love nothing more than for her to get him off.

"Oh I want to" she says, her sultry tone has him twitching under her palm.

"Fuck" he says, smashing his lips back to hers. They're rudely interrupted by a knock on the door and they both groan as they're forced to pull apart.

"You too need to stop fucking because we need to leave" they hear George say.

They pull apart, Matty adjusting himself to hide his erection as she tugs her skirt back down. He goes to offer her underwear to her but she simply smirks before opening the door and walking out, tugging him with her, forcing him to quickly stuff them back into his trousers before anyone saw.

He shakes his head at her before they walk hand in hand, following the boys to the cars that wait for them outside. Their hands drop from each other's as they see a collection of fans standing opposite their cars, they all wave a smile at them before getting into the vehicle.

Part 6

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Constant Repeat | Part 13

Summary: Having worked at Focus Creeps for a year, Ella knows that as a production assistant and part of the crew, there’s one important rule: don’t interact with the talent unless it’s needed. But once she meets Arctic Monkeys, and the recording of the music videos for their upcoming fourth studio album starts, the band seem to become her exception. Not only because they treat her more like a friend than just someone else they’re working with but when Alex continuously makes her blush with his flirting, so enthralled by her that he forgets he’s got a girlfriend, Ella finds herself growing closer to him. As videos are filmed, wrapped and edited, the friendship lines become blurry. Situations unfold, secrets are told and others are kept under lock and key, but how long can Alex and Ella endure being stuck in each other’s minds on constant repeat.

Word Count: 24.9k

Story Warnings: Throughout this series there will be suggestive talk, jealousy, cheating, alcohol and drug use, angst, smut.

A/N: Well hello... It's the one we've been waiting for and I'm actually fucking jumping in my spot as I write this. Cannot wait for you to read this, and yes the pictures in the moodboard are what you're thinking. Safe to say it’s gonna get a bit steamy, enjoy ;) xx

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Ella woke up slightly terrified yet excited that Saturday morning.

She hadn't gone on a first date since the one she went with her ex at the start of the previous year and after everything that had happened with him, the prospect of going on a date, even if it wasn't more than a last minute plan, was wracking her nerves.

The feeling had made her almost miss breakfast, her appetite almost gone until she started feeling faint and she realized that if she wanted to actually not have a miserable day then she'd have to eat.

She had gone downstairs to the hotel's restaurant in a zombie-like state, ordering herself some scrambled eggs and pancakes so the homely feeling of the food made her feel better. And it did.

When she got upstairs, she took a shower and lounged in bed, still in her robe and letting her hair air dry, until it was at least half past twelve. The date wasn't until four but she figured she'd slowly get ready so she'd not freak out about the date and bail out of it at the last minute.

Ella had been absentmindedly straightening her hair and curling the ends of it when her phone rang, and it was none other than Mrs. Healy.

"Good afternoon Miss Hayes, are you ready for today?" Flo greeted her with a chipper tone in her voice, Ella could practically see the beaming smile on the artist's face just from her voice.

Biting on her bottom lip, she let the phone rest on her lap as she continued with the next section of hair and admitted, "I'm actually nervous..."

Flo cooed at her, "Good but also don't be. He's an absolute dream."

The tiny piece of information only made Ella more curious about the person's identity, who she now knew was a male but that being the only hint she'd gotten had her somewhat obnoxiously asking, "Are you finally gonna tell me who it is?"

But all she got was another vague answer, "All you have to know is that he's fit and I know you'll get on with him perfectly well."

At least the reassurance that they would get on well was easing Ella's nerves a little. Not as much as she wished though, but that was because she knew herself and when she first met anyone, she got shy and was a bit awkward, so she was praying that she'd be able to get a bit of courage not to make a fool out of herself.

Thankfully Florence had stayed on the phone with Ella as she finished doing her hair and she'd actually video called her when was doing her makeup, making her laugh throughout it all and somehow making her forget about how tense she had been for a bit.

Matty had just come back from a meeting when Ella was showing Flo the dress she had gotten in Manchester for the date and, to Flo's dismay, he had almost slipped and told Ella who it was that she was seeing in merely an hour from then.

"Matthew!" Flo had exclaimed loudly before the name fell from his lips and he had quickly thrown his hand over his mouth with wide eyes.

His honest, "I'm so sorry." sounded muffled behind his hand and it only got an eye roll from his wife.

Ella was gutted that her only chance to find out had gone that way, telling Flo, "Why are you so fast?" with a sorrowful voice which had the British woman laughing.

Flo took her husband's close mishap as a sign to let the girl go, "You're gonna have to get faster Miss, it's quarter past three and it's a twenty five minute walk over there."

"Shit, right." Ella cursed under her breath, realizing she needed to get dressed already and leave as soon as she could so she wasn't late.

"You're gonna look stunning, hun." Flo reassured her since she seemed to start growing panicky, "I'm gonna leave you now so you can change but you have the best time Ellie, alright?"

Ella pursed her lips at the camera and clutched her chest, "Thanks Flo, love you."

Flo grinned sweetly at her American friend and reciprocated, "Love you too. And let me know how it goes, alright?"

"Will do, but I don't promise anything too interesting." Ella made sure to make that point clear, she didn't have much expectations for the date just so she wouldn't end up feeling defeated for it not meeting whatever she could imagine it to be if she allowed herself to.

But Florence was in heavy doubt of it not being interesting considering she knew who Ella was meeting with. So she offered Ella a gallic shrug, "Yeah, well... We shall see about that."

The artist looked as if she was holding back laughter so Ella narrowed her eyes at her and sternly inquired, "What?"

Which wasn't answered because Flo played dumb and simply said, "Okay byeee! Love you!" loudly before hanging up the phone.

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Ella walked the best she could in her high heeled chelsea boots which were not a great pick when mixed with how nervous she was and how far she'd had to walk. She had debated getting a taxi when she was walking through the hotel lobby but decided against it when she realized that if she did, she'd get there quicker and she wanted to stall as much as she could.

She wasn't even late yet, ten minutes left for the clocks to strike four in the afternoon and she was merely five minutes away. The whole walk, she had been practicing in her head whatever she could say to the guy she was meeting with, just to prevent embarrassing herself. If anything went wrong though, she had brought her camera with her and a few rolls were stuffed in her pocket so that she could at least take the opportunity to take pictures.

She had gone from any topics she could come up with about herself, deciding against being the one to mention her tragic love life and definitely not touch the subject of her lack of driving skills when it came to manual transmission—she had enough with the Monkeys teasing about it even after two years—, and picking a few questions that could be interesting to ask the guy.

But all the inquiries and words she had been rehearsing died in her throat when she rounded the corner on the end of the restaurant's street and she saw the tall guy smoking a cigarette, leaning on a lamppost right by the entrance of the establishment.

Ella thought of making a run back to the hotel, hesitating which way to go and how it would work with her long dress but his eyes fell on her before she could make up her mind and when he smiled sweetly at her, cigarette perched between his lips, she knew it was too late.

On Ella's face a shy smile broke and she gave him a little wave before approaching him, faking confidence as she got closer until he was only a few feet away so she said, "Oh hi, I wasn't expecting you."

Her face was burning and she knew he could see it because he smirked down at her, and cheekily asked, "Were you hoping for someone else?"

Looking up at him through her eyelashes, Ella smiled harder at his playfulness and in a rush of braveness she chose to play along, "Do you really want to know the answer?"

He took a drag of his cigarette and let the smoke out steadily as he shook his head, "I'm just hoping you remember my name."

And how could Ella forget, "Of course I remember you, George."

George hummed, taking one last drag as he took in her appearance and he grinned mischievously when seeing the dark satin and lace of her dress contrasting on her skin, her leather jacket making her look even more stunning and coincidentally matching the one he was wearing.

"Glad you haven't, Ella." The drummer replied with a wink, dropping the bud on the ground and stepping on it before taking something out of the pocket of his dark jeans, "Flo sent this for you."

An involuntary "Oh." fell from Ella's lips, entirely intrigued by what could be that friend had wanted to tell her that couldn't be said on the phone because George handed her a folded piece of paper that only said Ellie x on the front.

Ella carefully opened it, trying her best to avoid George seeing it—which was a bit of an issue since he was so tall he could've easily read if he looked down—and she instantly blushed harder when she read Get the nice kind of messy ;) x

A flashback of the moment at Glastonbury when she had been gawking at George and she had let slip how fit she found him came to the forefront of her mind and she couldn't help herself getting a little flustered at the mere thought of it.

In an attempt to try and play it cool, Ella folded the note and shoved it in one of the pocket's of her leather jacket, clearing her throat, adjusting the strap of her camera on her shoulder and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear like it was all fine.

But George could see her cheeks bright pink, the rush of color even going to the tips of her ears which she had just let show with her last action. "What did she say?" He had kept his promise that he wouldn't open the note when Florence gave it to him earlier that day, even though he had been really tempted too, especially when he realized Matty knew what it said for he was giggling when his wife handed it to him.

Ella didn't give him an answer though, only a little cough that acted as a coverup of her avoiding his gaze and a subtle shrug, "Just a little joke."

"Can you share?" He tried further, his hand coming to nudge her softly in the arm.

Not even that helped her answer change. She shook her head and said a shy, "Not really."

"I see how it is." George had narrowed his eyes at her and added, "S'alright, I'll remember that." which was a promise that had Ella biting her tongue.

"Shall we go inside?" The drummer said then, watching her struggling to come up with a response to his previous statement.

The new question was much easier to reply to, a soft "Yes." falling from her lips, breathlessly.

And he took her breath even more when he let her walk ahead, only to rest his hand on her lower back delicately and casually comment, "You look beautiful by the way. Really like that we're matching with the leather jackets."

The opportunity to not acknowledge the compliment was perfect because she felt like she was going to explode under George's attention. She giggled and nodded, "What a great coincidence huh?"

His answer being, "Hot coincidence." accompanied by a wink didn't make it easy for her though and she found that being on a date with George Daniel meant blushing every five minutes even if the chat was about mundane topics.

They had talked about their hometowns, to which George had found the opportunity to say how much he liked cowgirls and comment on how good she looked at Glastonbury with her boots. They had exchanged stories about their jobs, Ella asking all that came to her mind about producing music which she found fascinating that he was the one to produce all of his band's songs. They had told each other how they had ended up doing what they were doing currently, Ella cooing constantly when George told her how the guys became friends and how the band had come together, George being fascinated about her knowledge on films and everything to do with photography and cinematography.

Then he had asked her about her hand tattoo, smirking when he rubbed his thumb over it and asking if she had any more which ended up in them sharing the amount of ink they had on their bodies which George beat her to by an incredible amount. They both had ended up taking their jackets off and showing each other each piece they had on their skin.

Eventually, the chat had come back to the band and Ella had asked him whereabouts they had toured so far, her jaw dropping the more his list continued and she genuinely had a hard time wrapping her head around them being relatively new to the mainstream scene when they were already going to all those places.

She'd been so amazed at every place he'd mentioned that she'd ended up telling him it was her first time in England.

"Really? First time here?" He asked intrigued before taking a sip of his wine.

She nodded because she had a bit of food in her mouth and she waited until she swallowed to correct him, "Anywhere outside the States really."

George was quite surprised about that, "No way. Are you liking it here then?"

"Yeah, it's quite nice." Ella admitted with a soft smile, "Love how different it is from what I've grown up seeing."

He hummed, "Have you been anywhere else other than London and Glasto?"

And she nodded, her smile growing as she said, "Went to Sheffield and Manchester yesterday and the day before."

"Ohhh, big up Manc." He smirked, liking hearing that she'd visited the city he held dearest to his heart, but then he traced back to what Ella had said and with an eyebrow raised added, "Sheffield though... Did the lads take you?"

"Alex did, yeah." She mindlessly answered as she gathered some more food with her fork and took it in her mouth.

"Right, Turner." The drummer nodded, and before he could let the subject go he had to mention, "Thought you two were going out actually. Surprised me when Flo called me and asked if I wanted to go on a date with you."

"Oh no, we're not. But god, that's embarrassing." Ella winced at the information, both pieces of them.

George smirked playfully, "Dating Turner?"

Ella laughed in response to that, shaking her head before clearing up, "Flo asking you if you wanted to go out with me. You know you could've said no."

He frowned at her, like she had just said the most outrageous thing and he wholeheartedly asked, "But why would I?"

"Oh George, stop it." Ella warned him, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes at him.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" George reached his hand out to touch hers, the one with her 'Pure Desire' tattoo again, and she almost shivered under it.

Ella let her fork down beside her plate and fanned herself with her hand as she said, "You're making me blush."

But that was nothing that would keep him quiet, because he honestly admitted, "Yeah and I quite enjoy doing it."

The rest of the date had been spent between good food, good wine, laughter, a picture she had taken of George, and chatter that had been really nice. Getting to know George had been like a breath of fresh air, that's why when they had left the restaurant, the drummer had offered to walk her back to her hotel and Ella hadn't even doubted to accept.

He had taken a few detours, taking her around to places that she hadn't seen from where he had hilarious and very wholesome stories of his childhood and teenage years when he would come around to London with the lads and other friends just mess about.

And Ella had been grateful for the anecdotes because she was making sure to capture each place in its unique beauty and she knew behind each shot she'd have the memory of what George had shared with her.

George watched her closely every time she took a picture, taking in all that she did every time she wanted to take a picture. She was so adorable to him, the way she lit up when she'd pressed the shutter and looked at him excitedly when she rolled the film.

The two had walked through a gorgeous park, one that was bustling with people. Some were running, others having picnics, some walking their dogs, some biking past everyone and some just leisurely taking a stroll like they were.

They had been approached by the cutest dog who had strayed away from beside their owner who was sitting on a bench and excitedly walked up to them.

Ella cooed as she crouched down, petting the husky's head and put on a funny baby voice to greet the dog. George had chuckled, crouching down right beside her and showered the dog with attention as well.

From the bench, they heard the owner apologize to which they replied that it was alright and complimenting him on how gorgeous his dog was.

They asked about it, which ended up being her and called Daisy, which had Ella and George cooing again.

She had asked the owner if she could take a picture of Daisy and he had nodded right away, telling her to please do so. Ella had the biggest smile on her face as she looked through the viewfinder and tried focusing the shot, George had helped her by waving his hand right on top of the camera so it looked like Daisy was staring into the lenses perfectly.

Before they could continue walking after managing to get a few pictures of Daisy, Ella asked the owner for an email address so she could send the pictures to him and she was so glad the man had one.

After saving it on her phone's notes app, Ella and George waved the man and Daisy goodbye. The dog wagging her tail around as she stayed sat beside her owner on the bench this time.

Ella blew the husky a kiss and said loudly, "Bye Daisy darling!"

That just made George's chest swell and in a lack of any more self control, he wrapped his arm around Ella's waist and pulled her into him, her chest hitting his chest and making them both stop.

"Oh hi." Ella giggled at the sudden action, her hands had subconsciously ended up on his chest after that.

But any other words died in her throat when he dipped his head and trapped her lips with his.

Ella hummed into the kiss, which was a dizzying combination between sweet and determined. His left arm stayed wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush into his chest but the other one came up so his hand cupped her jaw and kept her at the perfect angle for him to kiss her.

Her arms slowly moved up until they were wrapped around his shoulders and she let her fingers tangle in his hair. It was soft and slightly long which she really liked. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip, his fingers clutching her tighter and she let her mouth open so they could taste each other.

She had completely forgotten where they were until a cyclist rushed past them and rang their bell multiple times, startling them out of the kiss. Yes we are in the middle of the road but that was fucking rude, she thought. She had really enjoyed that kiss, and it showed in the way she looked up at George with rosy cheeks and something written on her face.

"I liked that." George cheekily stated, getting ahold of her hand and resuming their walk.

Ella hummed, trying not to giggle because of the feeling that was bubbling inside her. "Yeah, I liked that too."

She felt like a teenager. Blushing to herself while she walked hand in hand with the person she had a crush on, and it was so ridiculous but so relieving at the same time to feel that kind of pathetic elation instead of despair and heartache.

Their chatter resumed, only it was getting more and more flirty and she liked where it was going until they managed to get to the hotel she was staying at and she sighed sadly when they were a few feet away from the big glass doors.

"This is me." Ella mumbled, squeezing his hand in hers but he didn't let go.

He hummed as if hesitant of believing what she'd just said and instead he suggested, "Don't you wanna take another walk around the block?"

"George, my feet hurt." They had been hurting for a while but she hadn't said anything just to not ruin things.

The drummer came to a quick solution, "I'll carry you."

Which made her chuckle, "Sure you would." She genuinely didn't want the date to end so in a bit of a rushed decision, she bargained, "Don't you... Do you wanna come upstairs?"

He got a kick of excitement inside him but he wanted to play it cool, so he joked, "What, are you gonna take my picture?"

Ella held back a snort of laughter, and shrugged as if it was fine by her that he only wanted that. "If that's what you want." There was a little voice in her head that told her not to but there was another one that purely encouraged her to have fun.

"Yeah, that works." George casually said, like he wasn't praying that he got lucky to even get another kiss out of her.

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"Where'd you want me?" George turned to look at her as she dropped her camera on one of the bedside tables and shed her jacket off to perch on the back of a loveseat close to the door.

Ella took one of the new rolls out of her pocket and changed it for the one she'd almost fully used earlier that day. "Wherever you're comfortable." She indicated the drummer, focused on perfectly lining the roll before she could turn to him.

"Bed's quite comfy." She heard George say from behind her and when she looked up to see him, she found him lying on his side, head perched on his hand and a smirk on his face. "Paint me like one of your french girls." He teased, resting his other hand dramatically on his forehead.

The American girl giggled at his antics, "You're such an idiot." She shook her head as she came up to the bed, and tried looking at the scene through her lenses but she wasn't quite convinced by the shot.

George watched her struggle, stepping backwards and forwards, to the sides before sighing. He reminded her, "I'm not used to being the one to pose for the camera. You're gonna have to guide me."

"Okay." She thought about it as she bit on her thumb and once a vision came to her, she started instructing him, "Lean into your forearms, sideways so you fit in the bed." But she found what was bothering her and it was that his legs were half hanging off the bed.

"Why are you so tall, oh my god." Ella went over to the drummer and prompted him to go further into the bed, perched one of his sock-clad feet up on the bed and the other leg stayed stretched on the bed. "There, now look at me."

George looked at her with a blank face first to which she complained about him not smiling but when he smiled he started giggling and if there had been something she had learned about George quite early into her date was that his laugh was incredibly contagious so she found herself shaking with laughter as she tried to take his pictures and she had to call him out for it.

"Don't laugh! You're making me laugh!" Ella scorned him, struggling to sound serious between her giggles.

"Sorry, sorry." He apologized halfheartedly, swallowing his laughter until he went back to a stoic face and he gave her the perfect soft smolder.

Ella hummed in satisfaction of that frame and then she moved onto instructing him to do the next pose, "Throw your head back a bit and close your eyes." He silently listened and did as she said which earned him a sweet, "Just like that." from her.

Her words made George give her a look though, one that had Ella lightly blushing which she hid behind her camera. "What?" She asked into the air, and warned him, "Don't look at me like that."

George chuckled to himself, wondering if she was that naive or if she was playing dumb but she took another picture of him and, purposely, he complained, "My leg's cramping." to then throw himself back on the bed, ending up completely splayed over the duvet and breaking the pose.

"George!" Ella scolded him, a bit of amusement sneaking through her words.

He groaned in response and without moving, told her to "Just take a picture like this."

Ella clicked her tongue and shook her head, "I can't even see your face."

"Come here so you can see it." He resolved easily for her, making her roll her eyes but in the end having to do just as he said because he really wasn't moving.

She tried getting a picture from above while standing beside the bed and she just couldn't. "That's an awkward angle, look at me." She tried to get him to turn to his side again but he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Need you on your side." She said explicitly this time but he didn't let up either.

Instead he suggested, "Why don't you just get up here?" He patted the bed, right next to his hip and she blushed just thinking about it. At her silence, he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to encourage her with a "C'mon."

He offered his hand so she could use it as leverage to kneel on the bed on each side of his hips and hover above him. She struggled as she did so because she was growing nervous and therefore clumsy. "Fucking hell, George." She cursed under her breath, seeing him from above was an angle that she didn't know if she could handle.

"What?" George bit his bottom lip to not let a smirk break on his face.

Yet, not even that kept her from knowing that he knew just what he was doing but she wouldn't say anything, because she was enjoying this a lot more than she intended to. So she stuck to just replying, "Nothing." as she took yet another picture of him.

Remembering his tattoos, Ella bit her bottom lip for a few seconds before hesitatingly asking, "Why don't you take your jacket off?"

George let his hands rest right above her knees and squeezed her legs as he teased, "Is that code for something?"

She hoped her blush wasn't obvious so she could play off her nonchalant, "For 'I want to see your tattoos', yes."

It went right over his head though, because he kept smirking as he sarcastically replied, "Right, right."

She moved so he could take the piece of clothing off without her hovering over him but when he was done and laying on the bed again, he patted his right side so she could move her left leg there and have her hover over him properly again.

"How's that look?" He asked cheekily as his hands went to touch her legs again, the skin up to her mid thighs showing because her dress slit allowed it to open and rise up in the position she was in.

"Amazing." She breathlessly compliment, making him raise an eyebrow at her.

The shutter went off again and, as she rolled the film, he tested the waters, "Do you want to see them all?"

"Sure." The word came out so soft it could've gone with the wind, his hands leaving her thighs for a second to come grab the bottom of his shirt.

"Top's coming off next then, is that alright?" He asked for confirmation first and she nodded eagerly, her pupils dilating in anticipation.

He shed himself off his shirt in the constricted space he had, Ella was so spaced out that she hadn't moved but it wasn't a problem for George. If anything, his smirk grew at her inability to act and it got bigger when he threw it somewhere across the room and Ella was shamelessly gawking at his naked top half.

After a minute of Ella's eyes wandering everywhere, George brought her back to reality by letting his hands come over her thighs again. She trembled at the same time as the drummer said, "Ella?"

"Yeah?" She asked, slowly coming back to reality. Her brain had been completely taken over by the view of the taut muscles of his arms littered by colorful ink, a pair of symmetric 'broken' tattoos on both sides of his collarbones and his torso beautifully chiseled with a defined six pack.

"When are you taking the picture?" He reminded her trying not to smirk too hard not to put her off.

"Shit, sorry." She said under her breath and, quickly focusing, finally took a picture of him like that.

There was a heavy silence that hung over them, the trail of his fingers making her skin grow hot and her throat going dry at the growing need for anything at all. So Ella found herself surprised when he broke the silence to ask her, "Can I take your picture?"

"Mine?" She repeated like she'd heard wrong.

But George nodded entirely sure, and let her know, "You look really pretty from here."

In a feeble attempt not to have him do that, Ella reminded him, "You don't know how to."

"Matty had a film camera a few years ago, I know how to." George surprised her even further when he explained and just to try a bit harder, he pouted at her and said, almost begging, "Please?"

"Okay." She let herself accept, her mind too distraught by the view beneath her to even fight.

Once she handed him the camera, he lifted it up to his eyes and let out a chipper, "Smile." as an instruction, which she followed only just a bit shyly.

She was about to get the device back from him when he pulled it away from her grasp and pleaded, "Another one please?"

She sighed at the drummer's exaggerated pout, so it turned into a giggle and that was when the shutter went off. Her cheeks burned again when he complimented as he rolled the film, "Stunning."

Letting the camera rest beside them, George tried his luck and let his hands rub on the skin of her thighs a bit further up. She didn't refuse it, he could clearly see the growing hunger in her eyes as she looked down at him so he continued, letting his gaze trail down her body to drink in all of her but when he reached down to her legs was when he caught a slight glimpse of red ink on her left thigh that made him ask, "Do you have more tattoos?"

He didn't remember her mentioning any other tattoos than the ones she'd shown him at the restaurant. So when she nodded, he couldn't help but ask, "Where?"

"One, right here." Ella grabbed his right hand so he could touch over the fabric of her dress where the one on her rib was. Her eyes were looking right into his and his lips drew open further when she continued, "And this one here." lifting the fabric up to show her 'Divine Feminine' tattoo on her leg.

George let his right hand fall until it reached the one on her thigh, Ella still clutching the satin in her first so he could fully see it. He rubbed on the red ink on her skin as he stared at it, eliciting goosebumps to break on Ella's entire body.

He looked up and asked with a low voice about the only one he hadn't seen yet but she'd let him touch over her dress, "What's the other one?"

"A word." She vaguely said, as if he was encouraging him to continue asking about it.

"Which word?" His fingers were trailing further up, making her knees go completely weak. They had been hurting from hovering over him for so long but his touch had been the thing to finally have her sit on his lap.

And that was when she had felt him growing hard in his jeans.

His fingers had already been making her every thought go straight down to her core so Ella was driven by lust when she fully lifted the satin up and shed the dress off her body, leaving her only in her underwear and in full show for George.

It was involuntary, his hip jerking forward and pressing on Ella's center, his mouth agape at the sight and he grew even more breathless when Ella rolled her hips against his hardening cock.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, taking one quick look at the strange word on her rib before perching himself up on his left forearm to wrap his right hand around her neck and pull her in for a hungry kiss.

She leaned further into him, one arm wrapping around his shoulders and digging into his hair to pull on it as their lips moved with each other. Her fingers tugging on his hair made him groan into her mouth and, as payback, he tightened his fingers around her neck, eliciting a loud moan from her.

George pushed himself up with his left hand until he was sitting on the bed, his right arm wrapped around Ella's waist to keep her flush against him. Their tongues tasted each other and their breaths grew heavy when they started rolling their hips, meeting in the middle and creating a delicious friction that soon enough forced them to break the kiss only to gasp in pleasure into each other's mouths.

His fingers came to graze the ink on her left rib, her desperate side having her sink her hips down to roll against him and turned his, "What does it mean?" into a gorgeous moan. Their lips brushed as he asked and Ella responded to his sound with a mewl of her own and when that reached his ears, George forgot ever asking anything for he couldn't wait any longer to feel her lips on his again.

The kiss grew needy then. His hand went from her ribs down to knead the flesh of her ass, fingers harshly digging into her skin and encouraging her to move against him. Her clit was getting so stimulated from only being covered by the thin material of her lace thong against his jeans which meant she couldn't kiss him any longer.

A string of moans fell from her as she quickened her pace, getting louder as she went but her actions were interrupted when George clutched her tightly by her middle and swiftly turned them around so it was Ella resting on her back on the bed with him hovering right over her.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the sudden change of positions, her hand flying to cup his face and bring his lips back on hers and wrapping her legs around his waist to pull his hips into her core in a desperate attempt to have the friction back.

The feeling of his hard on coming down to rub harshly against her every time he bucked his hips forward was making her head spin. He started off by teasing her with the friction and leaving her hanging for a few seconds before going back in but when she started gasping into his mouth, he kept himself close to her and relentlessly rolled his hips on hers, hard cock pressing deliciously against her throbbing clit.

The pace grew faster, making it impossible for her to continue moving her lips with his so he took it as a sign to continue on with what he wanted to do first. Unfortunately, that meant his hips stopped moving and left her throbbing and clenching around nothing but he made it up to her with his lips all over her.

Wet kisses trailed down her neck, his lips taking their time to give every bit of her skin attention on the way down. Kissing, sucking, licking. His fingers ran down her sides until they clutch tightly on her hips, fingers pressing hard on the skin there and making her cry out in pleasure even louder.

Her breath was heavy by the time he stopped sucking bruises all over her chest and abdomen, her fingers tangled in his hair and tugged on it so he could come back up but instead his tongue ran flat from just above her belly button agonizingly slowly up until his nose bumped against the hem of her bra.

George looked up at her through his lashes, teeth coming to bite on the fabric and tugging them the slightest bit down so she knew what he wanted to do and Ella desperately nodded.

Without much of a proper attempt to take the piece of clothing off, he just tugged down the lace cups on it and let her tits spill out freely for him. He groaned from the pits of his chest, hips bucking forwards into the mattress harshly in search of some relief for himself.

But not letting any more seconds go by, George dove to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Groaning around it, the vibrations of the noise causing white heat to run straight down to Ella's throbbing wet cunt.

He switched the sucking for flicking it with his tongue, blowing cold air and smirking as her nipple hardened at his actions, ending with a soft bite and tug that had Ella loudly saying his name in call for mercy.

She needed something, anything. She felt herself clenching around nothing and it was almost torturous. But her cries fell on deaf ears for he moved onto her other nipple and repeated his process. Ella was only ruining her underwear further, so wet she felt uncomfortably sticky with her thong still on.

"George, baby, please–" She pleaded in anguish when he started sucking bruises on her tits, biting them until she whimpered loudly under him.

"What do you need Ellie?" He asked sweetly, a stark contrast to his vicious attack on her chest.

"Anything. Just–" She tried to say, her words catching up in her throat as her desperation for release clouded her logic and made her sound stupid.

So she relied on grabbing one of his hands from her hips and guided it down to where she needed him most. The simple graze of one of his fingertips on her swollen clit eliciting a pathetic mewl out of her.

"Oh sweetheart," George tutted, "Made quite a mess, haven't you?" His pointer finger ran up and down her clothed core slowly and so faintly Ella didn't know if she was imagining it.

Applying a bit more pressure assured him to hear every one of Ella's needy sounds and feeling like she had waited enough, he left a light feather kiss over her center.

"Need help cleaning up this mess, yeah?" His words were sweet, like he was finally taking pity on her. The thought of him doing absolutely anything at that moment sounded so fucking good her hum in agreement sounded more like a whine, barely able to make eye contact with him in her hazy mind.

His long tongue ran flat over her underwear, wetting even more than it already was and he moaned at the taste of her soaking through it. His fingers tugged the fabric down her legs and threw it somewhere behind him in record time, and he found himself almost drooling at the sight of Ella completely exposed for him.

If Ella'd had any hint of inhibition left in her, she would've tried to close her legs under his attentive gaze but he was entranced and she'd had it with waiting any longer so she propped her legs wide open and squirmed in her place.

"George, please."

Her pleading was so sweet, so desperate, he couldn't deny her. So he dipped his head in between her legs and started lapping at her like a starved man. At the first proper taste he had moaned loudly, tongue running up and down her slit to gather as much of her as he could and enjoying every drop of her on his tongue.

"Are you not gonna continue taking my picture?" George interrupted his task to tauntingly ask, going back to using his tongue on her, this time flicking it up and down quickly on her clit and making her shiver.

Her words caught in her throat when he didn't relent his actions, "Right– F-fuck! Right now?"

Only allowing himself to stop for the amount of seconds it took him to say, "Yes baby, be a good girl and take my picture."

That 'good girl' had made Ella roll her eyes in utter pleasure. Her head turned quickly to see where he'd left the camera and brought it to her eyes to take a picture as fast as she could. Her thoughts were already becoming clouded by the growing heat in her lower belly.

His disheveled dirty blonde hair in between her legs, his arms underneath her legs and hands clutching her thighs in place was what she captured in that frame. The shutter went off letting George know she'd done as he'd said and he congratulated her by praising her with a proud, "Such a good girl." and a few kisses to her clit which made her jolt.

He went back down, trying to clean up the mess of slick and saliva that was dripping down her inner thighs and onto the duvet and a desperate Ella had started rocking her hips against his face, trying to steer him back to where she wanted him to be and, to her satisfaction, he followed the silent instruction by going back to her center and this time pointing his tongue and dipping it inside her.

Her legs instinctively closed around his head, eliciting a breathy laugh from him that hit her core as he continued tongue fucking her. His hands came to spread open her legs again, holding her limbs down on the bed strongly, not allowing her to move any longer.

The feeling of his wet tongue dipping in and out of her had her growing louder, begging and pleading with him not to stop, but he did.

In that moment, Ella swore she could cry as she'd felt herself nearing closer to the edge but just before she could pathetically let her frustrated tears roll down, his lips wrapped around her throbbing clit and he sucked on it applying the perfect amount of pleasure. Enough pressure for her to let out a string of moans of his name and then a bunch of "Yes! Fuck yes!", hands flying down to tangle her fingers in his hair and keep him in his place.

"I'm gonna cum!" She yelled out loud, eyes shut tightly since the pleasure impeded her from keeping them open, and when George started humming as he sucked her clit, she was done for.

Her legs trembled under his hold, toes curling and her fingers surely tugging his hair tighter than she was before. She blacked out as her orgasm hit her hard, the oxygen in her lungs leaving her entirely as her back arched off the bed and she came back when his incessant sucking became too much for her oversensitive self and she pulled him back off her.

He giggled, completely entranced by her fucked out state. Watching her cum had been an experience but god didn't she look beautiful with her chest heaving, bruises looming on her skin, a flush to her face and chest, a thin coat of sweat making her body and face shine.

But before he could give her any more attention, his gaze fell back to her cunt and it was glistening with arousal. She tasted so good to him, so he wasted no more time to lick her clean. Her legs trembled at the resumed contact of his tongue on her sensitive core, whimpers stubbornly leaving her as he went.

Her fingers had left his hair alone but her left hand cradled his head as he lapped up at everything she gave him and after a whole minute of him meticulously licking clean every inch of skin that had been wet with her arousal, he started a trail of kisses from her mound until he reached her belly button.

Flashing a smile up at her, George rested his chin on her lower stomach and she couldn't hold herself back from brushing his messy hair back almost adoringly, post orgasm haze making her extra appreciative of him and his skilled tongue work.

His fingers rubbed circles on the top of her thighs, "Feel good?" He asked before leaving more soft kisses on her lower stomach.

"Very." She answered with a smile, fingers brushing through his hair.

He hummed at the feeling of her touch, "Good to know, pretty."

Turning to see where she'd left it, Ella reached out to grab her discarded camera, melting into the duvet under George's gentle touch and his lips pressing on her skin leisurely. She went to lean on her forearms so that she could get a better look at him, and he looked up at her with a dizzying smirk that she managed to capture.

His lips tickled the skin of her lower stomach when he pointed out, "Didn't even have to tell you this time."

Putting the device back down on the bed, Ella shrugged, "You look good."

"Do I, now?" He teased, dropping his hands from her thighs and pressing them on the mattress so he could slowly push himself up and crawl his way up to hover over Ella again.

"You always do." Her words came laced with lust, his eyes darkening as he got closer and she just couldn't wait any longer to have him in more ways. "Come here." She instructed by wrapping a hand around his neck, fingers pressing on the sides of it until he groaned loudly in pleasure and when he let the sound leave his lips, she smirked and warned, "My turn."

Pulling him in by his neck meant that their tongues met instantly when they started the kiss, and when Ella tasted herself on his tongue, she moaned so loudly George groaned just as loud in response.

The kiss was all teeth clashing, spit dribbling down to their chins, noses bumping, deep exhales sounding loudly and trying to overpower the sounds of their swollen lips moving together.

It had been George the one to grow louder when Ella's hand dropped from his neck, down his naked torso to the button of his jeans, which she undid with quick fingers and pulled the zip down before she could palm him over the fabric of his boxers.

"F-fuck..." He let out when her nimble fingers squeezed him and stroked him up and down, he was so hard that her touch was making him shiver.

Ella could feel him so swollen under her hand, her mind already spinning about how big he was but she wanted to have him unravel under her so badly, she pushed any worries about his size to the back of her head.

His hips moved slowly, as if he was helping with her movements, clearly wanting to reach his high but she wanted to taste him and she wanted it now. So she left his cock alone to instruct him to, "Lay down, baby."

They switched positions, so George was laying on his back and Ella was kneeling between his legs. He panted as he watched Ella shamelessly gawk at him, her mouth going dry at the clear outline of his cock.

"Fucking hell, George." She cursed as she tugged on the top of his jeans so he could lift his hips up for her to take them off him.

He did as instructed and Ella just was too impatient to wait any more, she wanted to feel him heavy on her tongue already. His boxers came off quickly after his jeans, his hard cock springing up to touch right by his navel.

Ella gulped. He was thick, angry red tip already leaking from how aroused he was. Intimidating but so inviting. She dipped her head down to start kissing his hips, kisses that went from sweet to wet and messy the more he squirmed under her.

"Ella..." George pleaded, hand coming down to cradle her head. Not to push it towards where he wanted her but to have her look up at him and see just how fucking desperate he was for her.

Ella felt that look go down straight to her core, mewling at the feeling. "I know baby, I know." She said in a coo.

Her fingers wrapped around him, the pressure of them making George huff with his lips pressed together. He felt so heavy in her hand, veins popping for her to see how pained he was.

"You're so big." She trailed off, a bit of wander in her voice. She had no idea how he'd fit in her mouth, he was by far the biggest dick she had ever come across but she liked a challenge.

Her tongue licked a bold strip from base to tip, eyes rolling to the back of her head when she tasted the salty arousal that had already been leaking from him. He had cursed under his breath at the feeling, but the breathy words turned into a loud moan when she wrapped her lips around him and sank her mouth down onto him.

Barely able to fit half of him in her mouth until he hit the back of her throat, Ella pulled back to catch a breath, her hand taking over for a few seconds as she inhaled deeply and went back in. She gagged around him when she managed to get him deeper, George moaned loudly as she did so, trying his hardest not to buck his hips upwards.

His hand went back to hold her head but this time, his fingers tangled in her hair, only to pull her up so she could breathe. But she didn't want to have it easy, she wanted to see how much of him she could take and hear every one of his moans.

So she went against his hold, sinking her mouth further down and gagging around him again. Her hand stayed at the base of his cock, stroking the rest she couldn't get to, as she continued bobbing her head up and down on him.

George was a mess of groans and moans, gasping for air whenever she gagged and moaned around him, her throat tightening around him was driving him insane.

He lifted his head up slightly to look down at her, pulling her hair so she would come off him and meet his eyes. And George was met with a panting Ella, pink wet swollen lips, saliva dripping down her chin and neck, tears falling out of the corner of her eyes, hair disheveled but pupils dilated and a satisfied smirk at it all.

Her hand kept stroking him up and down, fingers applying the perfect amount of pressure and he moaned at the combination of her touch and his view of her, "Fuck, you're so perfect."

The praise only encouraged her more, for she leaned back down and licked a strip up his cock again, this time looking up at him through her lashes. An innocent look in her eyes as she lapped at the tip of his cock.

He exhaled in awe, "Look at you– Shit!" He cursed loudly when she sank slowly back down until again he reached her throat, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily and making her gag loudly.

She gasped out for air for a mere second before she did it again, until she managed to control her gagging a bit better and encouraged George to fuck her mouth with a simple squeeze to his hip.

"Oh fuck– Such a pretty filthy girl." He praised as he obeyed the silent instructions and rocked his hips forwards slowly and ever so slightly. "You like it when I fuck your throat?" His question was thrown out into the air in between groans.

She answered with a hum that vibrated around him and that was when he started feeling like he was losing control. His hips grew erratic and Ella noticed so she hummed and moaned around him even more, causing him to get closer to his high.

"Ellie m'gonna cum!" He warned her loudly, the wet squelching sounds of him going in and out of her mouth and their moans bounced off the walls.

And when her hand dropped from around the base of his cock to play with his balls, he was sent over the edge. He pushed his hips forwards and stilled as he came, dick twitching in her mouth and his cum coated the walls of her throat with a warmth she appreciated with another low moan.

His hips fell back on the bed but she didn't relent just yet, sucking him off for a little longer to take everything she could. But he pulled her off him by her hair when he couldn't take it anymore, cursing and calling out her name like he was scorning her.

"Fucking hell." He mumbled, still dizzy from his orgasm but completely entranced by the way she came off him with a whimper and a satisfied smirk.

She wiped the drool off her chin with the back of her hand and slowly crawled up until she was laying on her side right beside him, staring right into his eyes with hunger still flashing in hers.

"Feel good?" She asked just what he'd asked her but in a mocking manner.

It got her a chuckle in response before one of his big hands came to cup her jaw and crashed their lips together.

Kissing George had Ella dazed. His lips were soft but firm when moving along with hers, they were wet and swollen, warm exhales leaving his parted lips for her to swallow, tongue peeking through them to meet hers. He'd moaned so loud when he tasted himself on her tongue, fingers digging into her cheek and making her mewl in response.

Her skin grew hot the more they kissed. He didn't even let her get a proper breath whenever he pulled back for a brief second, because he was back on her mouth—lips smacking and tongues licking at each other.

Ella's hands had gone on a path from his face to his head, the back of his neck, his shoulders, and eventually to his back, fingers digging into it when he started nipping at her bottom lip, at the same time as his right hand dropped from her jaw down to pinch her nipples, eliciting gasps out of her.

"George..." She let out in a gasp when he had her nipple pinched and twisted between his thumb and index finger.

He was smirking right over her parted lips, amused at the way she shivered every time he went from one nipple to the other. Her nails clawed at his back when she felt the electric shocks that his touch gave her travel all the way down to her center, feeling herself growing wetter and that familiar knot in her lower stomach forming.

His lips slotted between hers again, distracting her from his missing touch from her tits and it going down to tease her cunt.

With his thumb, George started rubbing circles on her clit, making her pull back from the kiss with a loud gasp that turned into a cry of pleasure. She could feel herself throbbing already, and it got worse when he picked up his pace.

He wasn't going too fast but not slow either, the speed in which his thumb rubbed at her had her writhing her hips in response, subconsciously trying her best to get closer and closer to her high.

And Ella had felt herself start clenching around nothing when he slid a finger inside her. "George! Fuck!" His fingers were thick and long, curling inside her and making her see stars already, half lidded eyes catching him smirking at her and heavy breathing at her reaction.

"You like that?" He asked her teasingly, pecking her lips as her face scrunched up in pressure.

She hummed in response to him but he found that not good enough, so he added another finger, stretching her out easily and making her back arch as she moaned loudly. "Yes! Yes!" She encouraged, and when he curled his fingers again, knuckle deep inside her, she felt herself be completely overcome by pleasure and unable to grasp at her inhibitions, "Oh my– Fuck! Your fingers feel so good."

His fingers were slipping in and out of her easily, her hips erratically moving as he thrusted them inside her, "That's it, cum on them baby."

The praise had Ella completely fucked over, "George, I'm so– Fuckkkk!" She couldn't help but scream out when he pushed a third finger inside her, feeling completely stuffed with him.

It felt so good how much he was opening her up, and he was loving the way whenever he pulled his fingers back her walls pushing him off and having to slowly sink his fingers deep inside her again. "I know, I can feel you clenching hard around them." She was squeezing his fingers so tight, his throat went dry just thinking about her milking his cock, "Can't wait to fill you up and feel how tight you're around my cock baby."

She agreed, so drunk in pleasure she just wanted to feel even more of him, "I need you. George, I need–"

But he tutted, "You're cumming on my fingers first." She was about to cry out like a brat, about to beg for him to stuff her up but his words beat hers, "Come on baby, give it to me like the good girl you are."

His voice was low in her ear, so sultry and inviting she felt it deep in her core and she just couldn't say no. So she let go. Her toes curl as his fingers kept pumping in and out of her, hitting that spot perfectly for her to see stars as she came, white heat enveloping her and taking ahold of her body, "Fuck, fuck! Oh– George!"

"That's it, baby. So fucking stunning." He encouraged, watching his fingers continue to disappear inside her tightening cunt, her legs shaking and her hips moving clumsily to meet his hand.

She gushed all over him, slick drenching his hand and dripping down her cunt onto the duvet. He couldn't let it go to waste, so he pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean, moaning around them when he tasted her again. Soft and sweet. He wanted more.

Ella felt his fingers gathering her mess and she managed to peel her eyes open to watch him as he sucked it all off his fingers again.

Shamelessly, she just watched as he dipped down time and time again until he deemed his work of cleaning her up was done, the last one being offered out to her and Ella obeyed, wrapping her lips around his fingers and sinking her mouth on them to suck them clean. Her eyes stayed on his as she did so, moaning loudly around them while she batted her lashes at him.

The view made George's dick twitch. So he reached out behind her for the forgotten camera and when she was trying to catch her breath, eyes closed in bliss, he took a picture of her.

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the shutter going off and she looked at him all startled like she needed an explanation. "You're so beautiful like this." He quickly justified, lifting the device back up to his eyes and adjusted the focus to take another one as he added, "All fucked out. Fucking gorgeous."

"Stop." She whined when the shutter went off again, hand coming up to grab at her lenses and force him to put it down, "I must look a mess."

His head shook, tongue swiping at his bottom lip with his eyes taking her in again, "You don't. You look hot." Skin glowing due to the thin layer of sweat their activities had caused, lips swollen and a hot pink color that matched the flush of her cheeks and chest, the gorgeous pattern of every bruise he'd sucked on her skin which were darkening more and more, hair disheveled and splayed over the pillows.

"I'm confiscating this." That was the brief ultimatum she gave him, grabbing the camera and turning the action on him instead.

She took just one picture of him and he allowed it, only to complain by saying, "You have enough of me." and taking the camera back.

She rolled her eyes, faking being annoyed and kissed him quickly before pushing herself up and off the bed, telling him, "Gonna go to the bathroom." making a beeline for her suitcase and getting herself a new pair of underwear first, adjusting the cups of her bra so they held her breasts again.

It wasn't longer than five minutes that she took, coming back to him wearing his boxers again and laying over the bedsheets—he'd discarded the duvet and left it a big crumpled knot on the floor by the foot of the bed—, a hand behind his head whilst the other was scrolling on his phone.

His position looked inviting, so she crawled on the bed and sat on his lap with a mischievous smile on her face. She reached out to get the camera he had placed on the bedside table at the same time as he dropped his phone there and his hands went up to hold her at her hips.

"Put your hands behind your head again." She instructed him softly, almost a mutter that sounded so shy, the corner of his lips tugged into a smirk.

She took a picture of him like that and another when he ran a hand through his hair but she stopped when his hands came back to grab at her skin, going from her waist until they softly came down to rest at her hips.

With a soft squeeze on her sides, he tilted his head to ask, "Am I allowed to smoke?" to which Ella nodded and got off him to open the balcony door and get him a cigarette and a lighter.

Getting back on top of him, she placed the cigarette between his lips but before she could give him the lighter, she grabbed the camera again just so she could capture the moment he lit it alive.

George looked so fucking hot lighting it up: cheeks hollowing ever so slightly, brows furrowing, long fingers that made the lighter look minuscule in his hand, lips pursed around the stick. She snapped away and captured the moment he blew out the smoke upwards, taking another drag and then blowing it in her direction.

The familiar scent of the tobacco and just how arousing she found it all, impulsed her to start moving her hips slowly on him. The sudden movement made his breath hitch in his throat, causing him to erupt in coughs when the smoke went up the wrong hole.

That's when she guided his hand to her mouth so he could place the cigarette in between her lips for her to take a drag. His mouth opened agape as she did so, the rolling of her hips only growing more intent and he started twitching and getting hard in his boxers.

He could feel her heat, the way she was wetting her underwear and starting to wet his own, the pulsing of her swollen clit. He could see how her nipples grew hard through the lace of her bra, and the way goosebumps rose in her skin as she went. Soft gasps that turned into hush whimpers that he wanted so badly to turn into those loud moans of hers that he was quite enjoying getting drunk on.

"Have you brought a condom?" She asked breathlessly, camera being once again forgotten somewhere on the bed for her to be able to rest her hands on his chest as leverage.

A flip switched inside George, the simple hint of him finally being able to sink himself deep in her making his blood rush down to his cock. "Yeah." He nodded eagerly and it was a relief when she quickly got off him so he could rush to get it, not without running out to the balcony so he could put out the cigarette on the ashtray outside and closing the balcony door behind him the second he stepped foot back into the room.

He had thought it was foolish of him to pocket a couple condoms before he left his flat earlier that day, fully scorning himself for being so ridiculous as to assume Ella would want to shag after their date but oh was he glad he had right then.

Condom in hand, George went back to the bed but not without shedding himself off his boxers first. Ella bit her bottom lip as she got her bra off to throw it on the floor behind her, seeing him wrap his hand around his length and pump it slowly as he watched her almost naked figure. Her hands went down to her hips so she could quickly tug down her underwear, eagerly taking it off and throwing it on the same spot on the floor she had dropped her bra.

Crawling up to the edge of the bed, she hummed as she watched him stroke himself up and down, her mouth watering for another taste of him. And when she got right in front of him, she dipped her head down until her mouth was right before his hardening cock and sticking her tongue out, she licked his head slowly.

He grew heavy on her tongue as she went, twitching in her mouth when she wrapped her lips around him again, his head thrown back at the feeling of her wet mouth enclosed around him and sucking him off patiently.

But he had to use an incredible amount of self restraint to pull her off him, a hand delicately coming around her neck to have her let go off his dick with a pop and pull her up to face him.

"I'm fucking you now."

George wasn't asking, he was simply informing her and that made her squirm under his gaze. Thighs pressing together and eyes drinking in the way lust made his behavior change. But Ella wanted a bit of control, even if it just was for him to ruin her.

"Can I ride you?" She asked innocently, puppy eyes that she prayed would get her a yes.

She took the way he pulled her in for a messy kiss as one.

In no time he was laying on his back with his head resting on the pillows, teeth ripping the condom wrapper open while Ella had her hand wrapped around him waiting for him to put the latex on. The anticipation grew and hung in the air like a heavy cloud as George rolled it down his length, sighing at the feeling of it around him.

She caught a glimpse of her camera through the corner of her eye and thought there wouldn't be a thing that was better than capturing his pure ecstasy in a picture so she grabbed it before she straddled him again.

Ella lifted the camera up to her eyes with one hand while the other got ahold of his cock to line him up, rubbing his head on her clit and making herself gasp at the feeling. She clenched around nothing as she did so, and she could feel herself drenched.

Even after he had stretched her out with his fingers, it was slightly challenging for her to take him when she started sinking into him. Her jaw dropped in a loud gasp when every inch of him started stretching her out, eyes watering at the feeling and trying to get her to shut them tightly but she did her best to not let her eyes close entirely so she could capture the way he groaned loudly with his head thrown back as she let her cunt swallow him.

Breath hitching in her throat, Ella sank down completely until she could feel him so deep it had a pathetic cry of pleasure slipping past her lips.

She drew her hips up and back down on him slowly, testing the waters on his size and what angle would be best for her to feel the best, and they both moaned loudly at the feeling. He was so big, he was filling her up in a way she'd never felt before so her walls were clenching hard around him which had his head spinning.

"Ella–" He breathed out, hands flying to her hips and clutching them tightly just to show how bad he was holding himself back from just thrusting up into her, or better yet just flipping them around and fucking her into the mattress.

"Fuck–, I know. I know." She said in a high pitch tone. One of her hands fell to rest flat on his chest and use as support, "I– oh, fuck..." She cursed as she rolled her hips forwards and then backwards this time, making her completely still at the insane sensory overdrive she was getting from it.

George knew she needed a second or two but she stayed frozen for longer than he could hold so he pleaded, "I need you to move baby, you're so tight."

"Just–" She tried to say, rolling her hips again and mewling loudly. George moaned back in response, his hands sliding down to her thighs as her head hung in pleasure.

Ella established a slow place, George's fingers digging into the flesh of her upper thighs grounded her into the moment and allowed her to take another picture. A picture that captured her legs on each sides of his toned chest, his fingers turning the skin under them white, his adam's apple bobbing as he gulped back a moan, the box tattoo on his thumb right next to the red ink of her 'Divine Feminine' tattoo on her thigh.

But after she pressed the shutter on that one, barely being able to clumsily roll the film, Ella just tossed the camera to the side mindlessly and used her new free hand to rest on his chest as well and the second hand of support helped her start moving her hips faster.

It was fucking delicious the way he kept hitting her g-spot from that angle, and when he started bucking his hips upwards, meeting her in the middle, she couldn't hold back the noises she let out. "George, fuck!" She cried out, clit feeling a bit of pressure every time she rolled down and he hit her pelvis.

His hands ran up from her thighs to mercilessly grab her ass, fingers harshly digging into her skin and stinging just in the best way. "Just like that baby. You feel so fucking good." He praised her with a groan, helping her sink down harder into him.

"You're so– Oh fuck–" She was cock drunk, her thoughts stupid and leaving her without even being able to finish a sentence.

"Tight little cunt, can barely fit inside you." George could feel himself meeting the hilt inside her every time, her cries growing in volume the faster the pace got. "You love it huh, being filled to the brim?"

"Yes, fuck! Yes, I love it, love your cock." She was dripping all over him, the noise of the wetness and their skin slapping every time they met bounced off the walls and, combined with their moans, made for a pornographic symphony.

"I know you can go faster. Can you do that for me baby?" He genuinely could feel himself not lasting any longer with how tight she was squeezing him.

"I can, I can." She promised almost desperately, wanting to be good for him. So she picked up her pace, her hands moving ever so slightly so she could straighten up a bit and when she did so she cursed out loud at the new angle, "Ah fuck!"

Her hips grew erratic, her knees helping now when she bounced up and down his cock ever so slightly, enough for her to incessantly gasp in a high pitch every time he hit that spot.

"Such a good girl for me." His hands stopped groping her ass to spank her, making her jolt forward with a loud gasp that turned into a mewl and a whine that tried to pass as a 'yes'. His dick twitched inside her at that reaction so he did it again and again, feeling her walls flutter around him with every hit, "You're squeezing me so tight baby, you gonna cum all over my cock?"

"Yeah, yes..." She gasped, and if she hadn't been so adamant on chasing her high, she would've noticed George quickly getting the camera and snapping a picture of her riding him. Hair a mess covering up her face but her mouth wide open in a moan, tits bouncing as she rode him, hands on his chest as support.

He'd just about managed to put the camera back down when he felt her squeezing him the tightest and that was when she came. "George! George! Ge–" She cried out, his name breaking down into a loud moan that tipped him over the edge along with her cunt milking him into the condom as she sloppily continued to ride him.

"Fuck! Ella!" He moaned loudly back, his hands going to her ass again to help her continue as he came, his dick twitching the more he spurt out into the condom, sweet relief making him see stars.

Unable to uphold herself any longer, she collapsed over him, chests heaving in sync as they came down from their highs. It was hard catching their breaths when their skin burned from the heat and stuck together from the sweat. And George knew she was rather uncomfortable from the way she groaned into him, her fingers lazily trying to brush the hair out of her face but huffing as it stuck to her sweaty forehead.

He brushed her hair back for her, fingers delicately grazing her face and earning a soft smile and a sigh from her. But then his hold went down to her hips so he could lift her up and off himself, to set her beside him, she whined at the loss of him.

Ella didn't even try to open her eyes, completely spent from their activities and snuggling into the pillows to find some comfort in the post orgasm haze.

George shed himself off the condom and tied it so he could throw it away, groaning as he pushed himself up and off the bed to make way to the bathroom.

He took about five minutes there and when he came back into the room, he smiled, finding a sleepy Ella struggling to keep her eyes open and smirking at him. He giggled as he walked up to bed and after taking her camera and placing it on one of the bedside tables, he carried her bridal style to take her to the bathroom.

Yes she was still on cloud nine but she had a bit of sense in her then so, after thanking him with a kiss, Ella told George she was alright from there and he could wait for her in bed.

She had realized what she'd said as she was washing her hands after peeing and she was cringing just thinking about him being gone once she went back into the room, but she found that he hadn't left and instead he had gone under the bedsheets and was waiting for her to cuddle up to him so they could get some rest.

Ella giggled when she got under the sheets and he hooked his arm around her waist to push her flush into him, her back pressed to his chest and he nuzzled into her neck from behind. Their legs tangled together and their breaths synced and slowed down as the minutes went by until they succumbed to their slumber.

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They got startled awake around ten in the morning when someone knocked on her door horrendously loud.

For a few seconds they stared at the door as if they were waiting for that person to knock it down and come into the room but then they announced who they were with a "Hello! Housekeeping!" and Ella sighed in relief.

Ella had to spring up from bed, calling out "Coming!" so that the staff member wouldn't come into the room, and after hastily grabbing her robe from the hanger and putting it on, she opened the door just enough to poke her head out and apologized.

"Sorry, can't come in yet." She said with an embarrassed flush on her cheeks.

But the lady outside her door waved her off and offered, "I can come back in around an hour or so."

The American nodded with a smile, "Sure, that'd be great. Thank you!" To that, the woman nodded and started walking up to the next door, so Ella closed the door and locked it again, her soul coming back to her body.

George laughed at her mortified expression which she scowled at him for but then she confidently shed herself off her robe and walked back to get in bed and she was met with a smirking George just taking in every inch of her body.

"Come here gorgeous." He invited her back into his arms and she didn't have to be told twice for her to go back being the little spoon for him. She'd had such good sleep being completely enveloped in him, heavy limbs acting like a weighted blanket and it was utter bliss.

But after seeing her naked again, skin littered with love bites he had left all over her, hair messy and tits perky and bouncing as she walked, George felt the need to show her a bit more of the appreciation he had shown her the day before.

His hand brushed her hair to the side so he could have access to the skin on the back of her neck. Goosebumps breaking on the skin there when he started pressing open mouthed kisses on it, fingers ghostly running down her back and stopping right on her lower back that had her back arching into him. Her ass grazed his dick every time, making it twitch and start to harden.

In search of friction, he pushed his hips forward and she reciprocated by pressing her ass against him. She couldn't help the passing thought of this being how it could've gone the morning after the wedding with Alex, if they wouldn't have freaked out and just let it happen. But all thoughts of the singer went out the window when George pressed himself against her again and had her mewling out loud at the feeling, "Hmm, George."

"Yes, baby?" His lips brushed against her skin, a shiver running down her spine and making her shudder, "You're so fucking beautiful, please let me make you feel good."

"Yeah..." Ella nodded quickly, it was a no-brainer. Her breath caught in her throat when she pushed his hips forwards again at the same time as she did and the tip of his cock grazed her entrance.

"Yes?" He moaned in her ear, hand coming around her front to play with her tits, "Can I make you cum again, sweetheart?"

She nodded eagerly, swallowing a moan as he pinched her nipple and when he cupped her whole tit with one hand, kneading it harshly, her "Please." came out in the form of a whine.

"Good girl. M'gonna make you feel so good baby, I promise." His hand continued playing with her tits as they kept grinding on each other, and when his cock was hard enough it had come up to rest heavily on his lower stomach, he let his fingers trail down until they hovered over her mound and he breathlessly asked, "D'you trust me?"

"Yeah, George..." She was basically pleading him to continue, hand coming to clutch his and guide his fingers down to her soaked cunt and when he felt just how wet she was, he groaned and pulled away.

"Wait." George instructed her, leaving her alone on the bed to get a condom. Ella heard the wrapper rip and him moaning as he put the condom on, stroking himself up and down a few times before he tugged the sheets off her and turned her from her side to her front so she was facedown and he could hover over her from behind.

His knees were on either side of her hips, forearms pressed on the mattress next to her shoulders and he kissed and sucked all over her back as he praised her for how gorgeous she was over and over. He kept bruising her up until Ella pushed her ass up and begged him to do something, the ache in her cunt too unbearable.

So George let go of the patch of skin he was bruising and did as she asked for, spreading her legs open as he knelt in between them and rubbed his tip up and down her slit.

"Don't tease, please." She cried into the mattress, her cunt fluttering around nothing and it was painful knowing just how good he felt inside her but he wasn't allowing her to feel it yet.

But then he just let himself slowly slip inside her and his jaw fell at her tightness in that angle, "Oh Ellie... Fuck–" He felt like he could barely fit in, but she was dripping with slick so it made it a bit easier for him to bottom out.

"George–" Ella choked out, head turning to the side to catch a glimpse of him. Her hands clawed at the sheets beside her head for dear life.

"I know. You're so tight." He cried out in pleasure, barely able to move an inch out of her because she was so snug it felt like she was pushing him out.

"Move baby, please." She begged again and he started going then, a slow pace at first that grew in speed rather quickly and had her cursing out loud, "Fuckkkkk!"

He gasped into her ear with every thrust, and it was soon that the sound of their skin slapping drowned the room along with their moans. "Gonna miss this tight little cunt so much." He said into her neck, sucking a bruise on the back of it before asking, "Gonna miss me too?"

"Ye– Yes! Oh!" She gasped when he hooked his left arm under her leg, pulling it upwards slowly and allowing her to stretch a bit more so she felt him deeper, "Gonna miss you so much!"

He chuckled smugly, "I know you will."

"Oh fuck!" She cursed as he hit her g-spot perfectly from that angle, his hips hitting her ass and reminding her of how sore the skin there was from the spanking he gave her the night before. "Yes, yes! Don't stop, please!"

"If you could only see yourself right now!" He cursed under his breath when he looked down to see himself disappear into her, over and over. If he kept looking at how he kept sliding in and out of her so easily, he would burst right then so he looked back up to her face and praised her once more, "Taking me so well baby."

"Harder, please." She asked for and stilling for just a second to get a better standing on his knees, George did as she asked, making her instantly get even louder when he hit that spot with more intensity, "Oh my– Fuck! Right there, yes!"

"Just like that, yeah?" His smirk grew on his face, feeling how it kept getting easier to slide inside her which meant she was fucking drenched and dripping all over him, her walls fluttering around him already making him see stars.

"Yes! Yes!" She chanted like a broken record, the coil in her lower stomach tightening by the second and threatening to snap at any moment, "I'm so close!"

His left arm lifted her leg even higher and then left it there to be able to bring his fingers down to rub at her clit and send her over the edge, "C'mon baby, cum for me sweetheart!" He encouraged her as he rubbed fast circles on her throbbing clit, which earned him choked out moans that turned into a throat ripping moan of, "F-fuckkkk! George!"

George felt her squeeze him so tightly as she came, making it so much harder for him to continue thrusting in and out of her which ended up with him stilling his hips as he came a few seconds after her with a loud, "Ah shit! Ella!"

His thrusts became sloppy and messy as she spasmed around him, whimpering as the aftershocks of her orgasm had her legs trembling under him and her white knuckle grip on the sheets faltered.

Letting his weight fall over Ella slightly, George sighed in complete bliss and he kissed the back of her head and her cheek multiple times to say, "Did so good for me sweetheart." He dropped a kiss on her lips for the first time that morning and praised her once more, "Pretty girl."

The way he spoke to her made Ella's stomach flutter, and he felt it when she clenched around him, "You like that huh?" He teasingly asked, to which she only mewled in response.

He pulled out, hearing her whine this time when she felt upsettingly empty again but her rubbed circles on her hips soothingly and asked, "Shall we go take a shower? Do you want me to help you up?"

Ella had barely managed to reply with a quiet, "Mhm..." when a loud ringing snapped them out of their bubble.

She didn't recognize the ringing so she figured it was George's. The drummer didn't do a thing to go and get it though, as he came to lay down beside her and shed himself off the condom they'd used.

He got up to discard it in the bathroom and just as he crossed the threshold of the room, he heard his phone start ringing again. He didn't listen to it, taking his time in the bathroom until he heard Ella call out for him.

A grunt left his lips when he came back to the room and picked up the phone and read his sister's name on the screen so he answered with a meek, "Y'alright?" to let her know he wasn't in the mood for constant ringing.

Ella heard pure silence surrounding them for a good half minute before George sighed a, "Fucks sake." The American opened her eyes to see him and moved onto her side to watch him as he spoke. "Right now? Really?" He asked, entirely unamused. "Yeah, really busy actually." He said sternly, looking at a naked Ella in front of him with wide eyes. That made Ella purse her lips not to laugh but what broke the giggles out of her was when he sighed loudly and muttered, "I hate you." to whoever it was. It was barely another half minute that he ended the call with an impatient, "Yeah, yeah. Sure. See ya'."

"What's wrong?" Ella asked curiously, her fingers playing with the ends of her hair.

George rolled his eyes at the situation, "My sister needs me for something. She says it's urgent but I doubt it." He shrugged then, ignoring the importance of whatever it was she needed him for, he had only been half listening really. "I can stay though, it wouldn't be the first time I ignore her."

That had Ella snorting in laughter, "Go, you idiot."

"But–" He tried to argue as he came to hover over her, head dipping to steal a kiss out of her which Ella broke after a few seconds by pushing his shoulders slightly so she could reassure him it was fine.

"It's okay. I had the best time with you, and that's all I wanted." Her hands came to the back of his head, fingers digging into the hair at the nape of his neck and scratched his scalp softly.

George clicked his tongue and he pouted to joke, "Knew you only wanted me for my body."

Ella cackled at his antics and told him to "Shut up." only to do it herself by pulling him into her so they could share one last kiss. It was sweet but it wasn't soft, their lips moving together with intent as if to prove they'd need to do it again because it was just too good.

But she had to stop it before it could turn into something more. She pulled on his hair so their lips separated with a smack and with the sweetest smile and looking at him with those gorgeous hazel green eyes of hers, she said, "Thank you George."

"I had the best time Ellie." He replied wholeheartedly then, agreeing with her previous point.

"Me too." She nodded softly to reiterate her point, hands coming back down to cup his jaw, thumbs rubbing circles on his skin.

One last short kiss was all they got in that bed before they both stood up and got dressed. Well, George did, in the same getup as the day before, while Ella put her robe back on and tied it around herself slowly as he finished getting his shoes on.

"I'll see you soon, yeah?" He said when they got to the door, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "When are you leaving again?"

"Friday."

He nodded, it was very soon but there was still time. "We have a week then." He winked right as he opened the door, stealing one last peck from her and leaving her with a stupid smile on her face that only got bigger when she closed the door behind her and she looked at the mess they had left the bed looking like.

And it got even bigger when she finally reached for her phone, which she had put on silent, for the first time since before the date and she found her most recent notification being a message from Florence which made her cackle.

When she opened that message conversation, she giggled loudly for she had messages from the day before and Flo hadn't taken the time that passed between the texts she sent lightly.

(13/07/2013 18:38) How did the date go? Hope he behaved for you x

(13/07/2013 18:52) No, I actually hope he didn't ;) xx

(13/07/2013 20:51) Okay, it's almost nine now... You better be ignoring me for the right reasons Miss Hayes x

(13/07/2013 23:46) I'm about to go to bed but I've driven Matty crazy tonight because I'm so intrigued about this. Answer woman! I'm going mad!!!!

(14/07/2013 08:22) Good fucking morning you lucky bitch! Still no response? You better tell me all about this later!!!! xx

(14/07/2013 09:35) Should I start getting worried?! If you don't answer in an hour, I'm texting him just to ask if he didn't fuck this whole thing massively x

That text had been sent almost an hour before, and Ella knew Flo was faithful to her promises so she typed an answer the quickest her fingers allowed her to.

(14/07/2013 10:18) Hello... Why does this text feel like a walk of shame? Hahah x I'm sorry for just now replying, I had my hands a bit full...

Ella laughed loudly when a minute later, when she had been choosing what to wear after taking a shower, Flo replied.

(14/07/2013 10:19) Eleanor Hayes!!!!!!!! Tell me every dirty little detail right now!!!!!

(14/07/2013 10:19) I'm gonna take a shower right now but I'll call you as soon as I'm out x

(14/07/2013 10:20) You're just now showering?! Did you go again this morning?!

(14/07/2013 10:21) Why do you want to spoil this story for yourself?

(14/07/2013 10:21) I'm actually so fucking jealous right now, it's an issue x

(14/07/2013 10:22) HAHAHA Give me five minutes and I'll call you as soon as I have dried my hair. Get your popcorn ready x

(14/07/2013 10:23) Will do you, lucky bitch! CAN'T WAIT!!!! xxxx

Ella took the quickest shower she could, just because she was actually dying to talk about it all with someone and who better than Flo.

So the second her hair had gone from wet to just damp under the hot blow of air of the hair dryer, she ran back to the room and ringed her up.

The call had been hilarious and had elongated to almost an hour because Flo asked for every little dirty detail and Ella had used the call as an opportunity to process what had happened so the artist had gotten things Ella wouldn't normally tell anyone.

But the end of it had been entirely mortifying because Ella had found out that Matty had been listening too when she was talking about what had taken place that morning. And just when Flo had been trying to tell her it was fine because Matty was George's best mate and he was her friend now too, Ella's phone started ringing with another incoming call from someone she'd tried not to think about yet.

"Erm, sorry Flo, Alex is ringing me." She apologized like she had too, her insides being coated by nervousness.

"Oh it's alright hun," Flo waved her off, and with a mischievous tone assured her, "We'll continue this later."

Ella's hands had started to sweat and she let a little nervous giggle before reminding Florence, "Next time warn me when your husband is there so I can keep a bit of dignity to myself."

Flo cackled at that but Matty was the one to reply with confidence, "No dignity lost here Ella, you're a fucking legend."

That answer made Ella snort in short laughter, "Thanks Matty, I doubt it." As soon as she let those words out, she felt Alex's call go to voicemail and here phone stopped vibrating in her hand, so she cursed, "Fuck, call went through. I'll go now." She sourly let them know, and Ella smiled softly when they assured her it was alright so with a sigh, she added, "Love you guys, bye!"

"Bye Ella!" She heard coming from the other side of the line and with that, she ended the call.

Her fingers hovered over her screen with doubt, debating whether or not to make the call back but Alex rang her up again, answering that for her.

"Hi Al, sorry, I was on the phone." She apologized first and foremost as soon as she picked up.

"S'alright." Alex reassured her, and he was about to ask how the previous day had gone because he had texted her a few times and he still hadn't gotten a response, when Ella interrupted him.

Her nerves made her sound breathless when the words came pouring out of her lips, "How are you? Did something happen?"

"No, I, erm..." He frowned a bit at her behavior but didn't really know if he should pry on anything yet, so he stuck to bringing up the topic of one of his texts, "Doesn't Ben and the crew arrive later today?"

"Oh, yes." One of her clammy hands came up to her forehead and she closed her eyes just to think of when that would be but her mind was a knot of thoughts. "I think I have Ben's itinerary here." She remembered in a lucky spark of logic so she took her laptop out of her suitcase and opened it quickly to find the ticket reservations somewhere on her desktop.

She hummed to herself as she looked for it and snapped her fingers when she found it, "Yes, they're landing around three."

"Are you going to get them?" Alex asked shyly, not really knowing what was the plan for the Focus Creeps crew when they got to London.

"No, they're actually staying here too so I'll meet them downstairs when they arrive."

Ella noticed how recoiled he was being when he softly inquired, "Do you think Ben would mind me intruding?"

"Absolutely not." She reassured him, though she had no idea why he'd want to come over to meet Ben when they had the shoot planned for the following day. But she got an idea as to how to make the day productive if he was to come over, "We could have a little meeting considering we're shooting two days in a row starting tomorrow. You know, run over the last few things and make sure everything's alright and meets your expectations."

The clicking of his tongue and his little scoff made her giggle, "Darling, it's you and Ben directing, I will definitely love it."

"You better boss." She said as she closed her laptop, putting it back in her suitcase.

"Shush." He said with a giggle managing its way out through his words. That wasn't why he had called her though, so he pushed with what he actually had been meaning to ask, "Have you got any plans for earlier today?"

In all honesty, Alex had spent the previous day wondering and wondering if everything was okay then. He hoped it was, and thinking back to the previous two days when they'd been in Sheffield and Manchester, it seemed like it. But he couldn't help but wonder, what if it isn't? So he had anxiously waited for the day to pass until it was late for him to text her and not interrupt her plans—eight in the evening had been decent enough for him—but he'd gotten no response and he'd tossed and turned all night overthinking.

He'd only managed to get some sleep around three in the morning and that was why he had woken up rather late and only been able to wait just another half hour after his eyes peeled open and he saw there was still no response, before calling her up.

His heart had sank with the worst feeling, his brain just telling him she was completely ignoring him but he was stubborn, so he decided to call again and thankfully she had picked up. He hadn't been more relieved to hear her voice before.

"Right now?" She asked, biting on her thumb and blushing when she looked up and was met with the mess her bed had been left as after George went away.

"Yeah."

She hesitated, not really remembering what it was that she was doing, a long "Ermmmmm," coming from her until her eyes fell on her camera which was propped up on her bedside table and it clicked, "Oh, just going to pick up my pictures I sent to develop. Might take the ones I took in Manchester and Sheffield to develop as well before I leave."

Alex tried his luck, carefully asking, "Mind if I intrude in those plans too?"

To his relief, she chuckled and replied with a relaxed, "'Course I don't." One that really contrasted the way her insides were churning at the fact of having to face him after what had happened merely an hour before. She turned her back to the bed, trying to will her memories of the day before and the morning out of the forefront of her mind.

Clearing her throat, she suggested, "Wanna get some breakfast first? Haven't eaten anything yet and I might faint if I go walking around London on an empty stomach."

"Absolutely." He smiled at the thought of going out for breakfast with her but in the back of his mind he wondered why she had yet to eat. Shrugging it off, he turned back to his room to get his sunglasses and a jacket so he could leave, "I'll be there in fifteen."

She hummed, slightly panicking about getting ready that quickly but not sounding it at all as she forced a smile that she knew he couldn't see, "Amazing. See you soon then, sweets."

"See ya' darling."

When Ella shed herself of the towel and saw her reflection in the mirror, she blushed instantly at the trace George had left on her. Love bites everywhere on her chest, neck, inner thighs and when she turned around she caught a few lingering around her back, along with the faint print of his hands on her ass. She started getting hot at the memory of it all, and she had to force herself to focus on the task of getting ready before Alex could arrive.

She'd ended up choosing a black turtleneck with long sleeves and some black jeans just to make sure nothing would peek through and cause any type of conversation that would end wrongly.

Not that she owed Alex anything, but she would rather avoid any arguments like the one at the pub if it had been sparked by him finding out she was messing about instead of spending time with them.

When Alex had arrived and knocked on the door of her hotel room, she'd been making sure if she'd gotten all the rolls she'd used with her. She was debating whether or not to take the roll she had in her camera as well as she tucked it back inside its case and placed a new roll inside her Minolta, when Alex knocked again and she just panicked, shoving her latest used roll inside her bag along with the rest.

"Coming!" She yelled as she grabbed her phone, wallet, cigarettes and lighter, the room keys and her leather jacket.

He had barely heard her but before he could knock again, the same housekeeping lady who had knocked the door earlier walked right by him and warned him, "She was busy."

Alex frowned quite confused, she had a brow raised at him and almost like a smirk on her face, but he didn't have much time to ask what the lady meant when Ella came out of her room, opening the door just enough for her to walk out and she froze when she saw the housekeeping lady right behind him.

"Hi sweets." Ella greeted him tensely, her eyes going warily from the lady to Alex as if she was a prey about to be pounced on.

Alex was still confused, his smile crooked as he greeted her back with a soft, "Hi darling." and not even sure if he should hug her when they had prying eyes over them.

But before they even tried to, the lady cleared her throat and asked, "May I come in now?"

"Oh yes, I– erm," Ella stuttered under Alex's intent gaze. He noticed the way her cheeks warmed and turned pink as she lowered her voice to apologize, "Sorry about the duvet, it's on the floor."

Ella didn't miss the way the lady looked from her to Alex and chuckled like she knew a secret, and nodded, "That's alright."

"Thanks!" Ella let out breathlessly, before grabbing Alex by the hand and pulled him to where the lifts were.

Before she went into Ella's hotel room though, the lady turned to look at the hold Ella had on Alex and shook her head. She'd seen George walking out of Ella's room earlier, and if the duvet was on the floor then she could imagine what had went on, but hearing Alex call her darling made the lady start making assumptions that made Ella look bad. She just laughed about it, turning the key in the lock so she could walk into the room and do her job.

Ella couldn't stay still while waiting for the lift and Alex was just dead silent, entirely confused about what had just happened. In his head, he was just hoping he was being too creative and driven entirely by jealousy when going on about his theories, silently praying it was anything but what he was thinking.

Entirely distracted by her own nerves and the lift doors opening in front of them, Ella didn't see the way Alex eyes her up and down for signs of anything that could prove what he was thinking of but he found nothing that could confirm his suspicions.

It wasn't like it was much he could see anyway, he frowned at how her clothes covered her almost entirely. Not even her neck on show with the turtleneck she had on.

He sighed when the doors opened again when they got down at the lobby and decided to just ignore it all so he could enjoy being in her presence like he had wished for all day yesterday. So he just intertwined their fingers as they walked through the lobby, giving the receptionist a quick smile and wave goodbye before leaving the hotel.

They missed the way the receptionist frowned, having seen that the guy Ella had brought in the day before had just walked out an hour before in the same clothes. The receptionist had laughed to herself and shook her head at what she imagined Ella had done, "Americans."

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Barely a few minutes had passed as they walked the busy London streets when Alex just couldn't bite his tongue any longer. The complete silence from her part the day before, her hesitation to answer when he asked about it, and what she'd said to the housekeeper. All of it was making his curiosity grow inside him until it became uncomfortable to keep it in any longer.

"How was yesterday? You had fun?" He started off easy, thinking that would be the best way to get anything out of her.

But all Alex got was a hurried and stuttery, "Oh, I'm– Yes, I did."

"What did you do?" The singer tried again, looking at her to try and see if she gave anything away with the look on her face.

But all he saw was her avoidant stare and her blushing cheeks, "Just, you know– Had lunch." She paused for a little bit until she eventually added the rest, "With a friend." almost with regret to have said it after a second of it slipping past her lips.

"Oh right." He nodded with a soft smile, confused as to why it was being so hard for her to say that. In another attempt to understand, or scratch that itch in his brain more like, he asked, "Where'd you go?"

She hummed as she thought about it, giving herself a bit more time to act put together, "This restaurant in Covent Garden. Think it was called Cora Pearl."

A surprised "Oh." came from him in response and just to give a chance to prove his theories wrong, he suggested, "Romantic, wasn't it?"

Ella stiffened and Alex noticed because he was still holding her hand. He frowned at her reaction and she giggled nervously, "What?"

"That place. It's a bit romantic innit?" From what he remembered, the last time he went to that restaurant, it had been a very cozy and romantic setting so it made him suspicious.

"No, not really. It was alright," She toned it down with a click of her tongue, only to shrug lazily as she added, "Food was good."

"Right, right." Alex let her have it that time, and switched topics to tell her, "I texted you yesterday."

Her hands had started getting sweaty and she hoped he wasn't noticing—he had—but she played it cool. "Did you?" She asked back, she'd barely glanced at her notifications that morning, the first one being from Flo and therefore the only one to grasp her eye so she'd fully put off checking the rest as she catched the artist up on what had happened.

"Yeah, but s'alright. Just wanted to know when Ben was coming." His fingers squeezed her hand softly as if to calm her clear nerves out and she sighed slightly before dropping his hand and reaching for her cigarettes and her lighter because she needed a smoke desperately.

"We have a bit of time until then, don't we?" Ella mumbled as she placed the cigarette between her lips and lit it up, taking a long drag and offering it to him. Alex took it from her and nodded, she watched as he took a drag and said, "Let's just go somewhere to eat, I'm starving."

Their shared cigarette had been stomped over on the asphalt when they stumbled into a cute little cafe five minutes later. It was small and cozy, the smell of coffee inviting and the look of the different flavored croissants and pastries made their mouths water.

Before Alex could continue asking about the previous day, like she knew he was dying to, Ella started asking him about the album release and tour. She'd kept him distracted by asking about the album rollout and which songs they had decided as singles along with 'R U Mine?', 'Do I Wanna Know?' and 'Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?'.

When he'd shown her the schedule they had so far for the tour, up until the end of the year, her heart sank at the sight of how after she left, she'd only have a couple chances to see him and it'd only be because they'd be having a gig in LA.

They'd left the cafe almost an hour later and made their way to the photolab. It was almost a half an hour walk but it had been spent smoking, talking and taking pictures.

Once they got to the photolab, Ella was greeted with two envelopes thick with pictures she'd printed out, a USB with all of her scans and the sleeves with her negatives inside.

"Oh thank you so much!" Ella said with a big grin on her face, she couldn't wait to see them all. "I have a few more I want to develop, if that's alright."

"Of course." The man behind the counter said, "Do you want them scanned as well? So I can keep the USB and put the new ones in there."

Ella nodded, "That'd be perfect, yeah." She let her bag slide down her shoulder to hang on the crook of her elbow and rummaged around to see the used rolls she'd brought. "Erm..." She let out as she tried remembering which one was the George one, not knowing if she really wanted to leave it or just develop it when they got back home.

"How many are there?" The man asked intrigued by the way she was frowning.

"Only four I think." She really was trying to remember which one was from the day before but she couldn't for the life of her remember, so she just sighed and took them out of her bag and left it on the counter, "Just these."

"We could have these ready for you Wednesday afternoon, maybe?"

Ella waved him off as if not to worry him about rushing, "I'll be here Thursday morning, no need to rush."

The man flashed her a smile, "Thanks doll." He went on to click a few things on his computer to get her order ready, printing a spreadsheet with what she wanted for her order and turned back to her, "Are you paying in advance again?"

"Yeah, much easier that way." She instinctively dove into her jacket pockets for her small card holder but she only fished out the note Flo had sent her with George the day before. Ella blushed, leaving it on the counter mindlessly under the gaze of the man in charge of the photolab, and went to look through her bag again.

Whilst she went around looking for her credit card, Alex's attention was completely caught by the folded piece of paper. His eyes magnetized to the Ellie x written on top of it, he had to fight the urge to grab it and read it.

Alex's trance was broken when she snatched the note off the counter, shoving it inside her bag quickly and then turning to the man to offer her credit card up to him.

The transaction was fast, and with a promise to send her an email once they had her pictures ready, Alex and Ella left the place. Her bag was heavy with the weight of the photos she'd printed but it lit up this feeling inside her that she loved. There was nothing like picking up your prints and scans and just admiring every frame up close.

Ella knew what she had in there though, Alice's pictures were definitely in there somewhere and she wouldn't take her chances pulling the pictures out in front of Alex. But the singer wanted to see the pictures, taking her to a park that was a bit over five minutes away from the photolab and sitting down with her to encourage her to show the prints.

She took one of the envelopes out, opening it slowly and peeking through to see if anything she didn't want Alex seeing was there but she was thankfully greeted with the first batch of film she'd take when she'd arrived.

"Awh, these are from Glastonbury!" She exclaimed and pouted, taking a handful out of the envelope for them to see.

The first one was of Bre and Matt dancing around in the backstage area, right next to the drinks tent that was up for the artists to grab. There was one of Flo and Matty with Adam, George and Ross around them, all of them cheering after the 1975's set had finished. One of all the girls together, drinks in hand and big smiles on their faces during the Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds set. A few of everyone lounging around the tour bus, sunglasses on to not show their tired hungover eyes.

"Look at Jamie's face." Ella pointed out before a loud cackle managed its way out of her lips. It was a picture of Miles in his Union Jack tracksuit, jumping in the air and Jamie just so happened to be behind him with a terrified look on his face.

Alex's giggles joined hers when he caught a glimpse of the picture, "What was Miles doing?"

She barely managed through a new wave of giggles, "Dunno but this one's hilarious."

They continued flipping through the handful of pictures, tucking them back inside the envelope once they had seen them all and taking another handful out to see.

It was when they were flipping through the pictures Ella had gotten at the London Eye that her phone pinged with a new message and had interrupted their appreciation for Ella's photography.

With quick fingers, she unlocked her phone and read what Ben had just sent her, telling Alex what it was with a simple, "They've landed."

"Ben?" Alex asked pointlessly, there was no one else coming other than the Focus Creeps crew.

She nodded, putting her phone back inside the pocket of her jacket and then placing the pictures they had been looking at back in the envelope, "He just texted me that they're at baggage claim. They're probably getting to the hotel in an hour, shall we head back?"

"Sure." Alex nodded, watching as she placed the envelope inside her bag.

He stood up from the bench and offered her a hand. She took it with a smile and, hand in hand, they walked back to the hotel.

It probably took them around thirty minutes to get back and since they calculated they still had enough time until the crew arrived, Ella thought it would be good to book a conference room for a small meeting.

She walked up to the reception desk and sweetly asked, "Hi, sorry could I get a conference room?" She'd seen they had them back when she had booked her room but, if she wasn't mistaken, there were only three in total.

The girl behind the desk smiled back, "Of course, can I have your name please?"

"Eleanor Hayes."

"For when would you like to book it?"

She fiddled with her fingers, looking up at the big clock perched in the lobby's wall. It was almost half past three and she reckoned her co-workers wouldn't arrive until four so she ended up settling for five. "Is there any available around five?"

"Yes, I have one available then." The girl clicked away on the desktop and wrote something down in a spreadsheet to her left.

Ella gave her a grateful grin, "Oh amazing."

The typing away filled in the few seconds of silence and then the receptionist looked back up at her to say, "Alright Miss Hayes, you can just come around by then and I'll walk you over to the room."

"Thank you so much, see you then." Ella left her with a double tap of the desk.

She heard a faint "You're welcome." behind her as she turned back to the lobby's lounge area, where Alex was occupying half of a two seater settee.

Once she settled beside him, Ella let her bag fall in between the both of them and looking down at the envelopes peeking through the top of it, she asked him, "D'you wanna keep looking at the pictures?"

Alex nodded, wanting to see how the pictures he had taken of Ella had turned out, so she pulled out the envelopes and was about to open one of them to inspect it when ruckus coming from the hotel doors made them look up and they were surprised by the crew carrying multiple suitcases into the place.

"Oh my god! Hi!" Ella sprung up from her seat, shoving the envelopes quickly inside the bag and leaving it forgotten there as she walked over to help the crew.

She'd gotten two of the cases that looked to be carrying their filming gear whilst Alex came around to help Tyler, their camera man, with a bag he was struggling with along with a suitcase he clumsily was managing to roll around.

When they properly came inside the hotel and into the lobby, the crew left the cases alone to greet their missing co-worker. "Ella! We missed you!" Ben said before hugging her tightly and swaying her side to side.

Ella cooed and chuckled, because she felt the same. Ben had gone from being her boss to her mentor and he had been so incredibly supportive when she had gotten promoted to a director, their relationship had turned into one that felt like they were siblings.

They had started working as a duo since Ella had officially been promoted and that was why they shared a PA now, but that meant their creative brains were in sync and they spent more time together, therefore their trust in each other grew so much they had become almost inseparable and it hit Ella how much she missed having him around when he walked through the door. "Awh missed you too Ben! How was the flight?"

Ben let go and huffed in exhaustion, "Too long."

"I know." She said sympathetically, looking around the rest of the crew with a pout before going over to each one of them to greet them.

"Alex, hi man!" Ben said to the singer enthusiastically.

"Ben, nice seeing you again." Alex said with a genuine smile and pulled him in for a brief strong embrace, waving at everyone behind him briefly.

"How are you? Glastonbury was brilliant!" The director hadn't missed the chance to compliment him because he had thoroughly enjoyed their set a lot, it had been stunning.

Alex waved him off like it wasn't needed but he still appreciated the comment, "Thanks mate. I'm alright, how are you?"

"Tired but we're here." Ben sighed, the heaviness of the long flight now weighing down on him. But when Ben looked up at Alex, he found the singer to have his eyes stuck on Ella who was hugging her PA last with a soft smile. Just to tease, Ben cleared his throat and said, "Hope Ella's been behaving."

Ella had heard that as she turned back to him and Alex, rolling her eyes to call him out, "Oh shut up Benjamin."

But Alex didn't find it hard to admit, "She has been, she's a gooden."

"She is." Ben agreed, a slight smirk on his face which earned him another roll of Ella's eyes. He chuckled before turning his attention back on his crew and suggested, "Right, let's check in everyone, yeah?"

"You sound like a teacher on a school trip Ben." Ella pointed out with a raised eyebrow, almost like she was scolding him for it.

Tyler made it worse for the director when he added fuel to the fire by pointing out, "He was worse at the airport."

To which Ella winced and shook her head, "Oh god." She sighed as if the information pained her but let them move onto the reception desk and check into their rooms. They all got their respective room keys and once everyone had them in hand, Ella stood in front of them all and informed them, "I got us a conference room at five so we can go over everything and have it all ready for tomorrow, just so we don't have to cut your well needed rest short and run around in case something goes wrong."

Ben smiled at her with narrowed eyes, "Always thinking ahead. That sounds great."

Ella looked smug at Ben's reaction, flipping her hair exaggeratedly to make a point of how she always was right. Ben shoved her playfully out of her smugness and it made her giggle. But she turned serious again when Lydia yawned loudly behind her hand, "I'll let y'all settle then? I'll text the chat when I'm back down here so we can go."

The crew nodded, completely satisfied with the idea of at least a short rest before the meeting took place and Ben was the one to eventually accept, "Sure, yeah." His gaze fell on Alex though, and he asked, "You leaving Alex?" just to know if he had to say bye before going up to their rooms.

But Alex shook his head no, brows slightly furrowed, "No, no. I'm gonna intrude on your meeting. Ella said it was alright."

The choice of words made Ben chuckle but he nodded in agreement, "More than alright, that way we can double check everything."

"Brilliant." Alex said, slightly relieved at yet another confirmation that it was alright that he stayed for the meeting.

Ben was a bit nosy, and eventually let his curiosity win when after a few beats of silence, he inquired, "Are you leaving and then coming back?"

Before the singer could answer, Ella let out that, "No, he's coming upstairs with me." and that answer was enough for her co-workers to grow curious.

"Right." Ben replied with a smirk growing on his face, and he repeated another "Right." as if the first one hadn't been given in the best tone. It wasn't needed, because it was written on his face how he was enjoying hearing that for it gave him something to taunt Ella about.

So the director nodded slowly and offered them a gallic shrug, "See you at five then." to then grab their stuff and start to walk up to the elevators.

"See ya'!" Alex said a bit loudly as they walked away, a giddiness bubbling up inside him when knowing this meant he could go upstairs with Ella sooner then.

Ella added to the short farewell with an enthusiastic, "Bye guys!"

Alex watched as the crew disappeared into the lifts and Ella went back to the lounge area. He turned to see her grabbing her bag and once she had it perched on her shoulder, she walked back to him.

With a "Let's go." and a pat on his back, she encouraged him to follow her upstairs. She'd slowly opened her door, peeking through the barely cracked open door to see if the room was no longer a mess of tangled sheets and thrown duvets and she was glad to see it all in place like that morning hadn't happened. Seeing the bed, even if it was tidy, made her cheeks heat up though.

She pursed her lips watching as Alex toed off his shoes by the door and went straight to lay down on the bed. Her mind played tricks on her that weren't doing more than quicken her heart beats and tinting the tips of her ears as red as her cheeks.

"You can turn on the TV if you want." She invited, giving him the remote after she'd gotten a cigarette out of the pocket of her now forgotten jacket she'd perched on the back of the settee in her room.

Opening the door to the balcony, she pointed out, "M'gonna go for a smoke." and once he nodded with a smile, she escaped to the small area.

Five minutes of mindlessly going through channels with shit programmes on was enough for Alex to get up from the bed and walk outside with her. He got a cigarette out from his pocket and lit it up, silently smoking beside her.

The newfound silence between them was giving them time to think. They'd had silence before, comfortable ones where they settled and somehow it felt like they could silently communicate through looks and lingering touches. But this one was strange, it was a silence that just emphasized the distance between them and how their eyes didn't meet to talk wordlessly anymore.

Alex looked at her as he took his first drag and she turned to him to give him a fleeting smile, turning back to watch the people walking the English streets and the cars driving past. Ella felt his gaze burning on the side of her head but she forced herself to pay it no mind, what could she do? She hated having to walk on eggshells around him but after realizing they had never been acting properly like just friends, she was trying to navigate what that meant for them from then on.

It was weird feeling how she just couldn't talk and talk to him like she usually did, scared she could say something that could give him the wrong impression or that could set him off like before. Yes, he had apologized and promised it wouldn't happen again but she didn't want something going wrong because of something she could've prevented.

"Are you alright?" Alex ended up asking her, noticing just how tense she was.

Ella was taken aback by the question, "Yeah, why?"

Alex shrugged, the corners of his lips tugged down in a soft pout that he ended up switching for pressed lips as he mustered the courage to say, "You're quiet."

"Oh, sorry." The smoke left her lips as she spoke, turning to look at him while leaning into the wall on her back, "Just thinking about the video and how I'm leaving on Friday."

"Don't remind me." He pouted before taking another drag of his cigarette. Having merely five days left with her was an actual cruel joke. "Is Breana leaving on the same flight?"

Ella nodded, "Yeah, eleven in the morning so we're gonna have to be early at Heathrow." At least she would have Bre with her on the way back to assure her of not going crazy on such a long flight. "Matt's taking us, by the way, so you don't have to drive us."

"But I'm coming with." Alex chatted back, eyebrows raised at her and offended at the fact she was even giving him an out.

"It's gonna be really early." She warned, not really wanting to bother him about waking up so early just to go to the airport.

But Alex would never not go, "Don't care." He stubbed out the remaining of his cigarette out on the ashtray that was placed over the coffee table and walked over to her.

Wrapping his fingers around her wrist, he pulled her off the wall for her to walk into his arms, which she did without a peep of complaint, melting in his hold like she was used to.

Alex's fingers clutched her tightly, keeping her close to his chest and Ella let her head rest in the crook of his neck, drowning in his scent and closing her eyes to relish in the feeling.

"Don't want you to leave." He admitted with nerves bubbling up inside of him. He just wanted to let his words run loose and slip past his lips easily but god was he scared of her not reciprocating.

Ella hummed, the noise making her chest vibrate against his, "Don't want to either." She admitted right back and those words were enough to spark something inside him.

Would it be selfish of him to just ask her to leave it all behind for him? Would that be what his confession end up meaning to her?

The fear of rejection turned into a fear of asking too much from her, enough to drive her away, and just because of how much he was overthinking that sudden train of thought, he bit his tongue and stayed silent.

Silence which ended up in Ella sighing at the lack of response and choosing to add, "But I have to." in the end.

Those words came like heavy bricks over his heart, a confirmation of his worries being valid and right. He couldn't do that to her. He couldn't just ask her to go with him because of his feelings, not when she had so much waiting back home for her.

How badly he wanted to be selfish, to have this go his way, but it would be cruel to even lay that down in front of her and put her in the difficult position of having to even make that decision—if it even was a possibility for that to be a debate within her because he was still struggling to wrap his head around the chances of her feeling the same way about him.

Why is everything so complicated? He hated how he just couldn't let the words slip without thinking of the consequences, but there was just too much to lose and he had to weigh down if it was even worth it to risk it.

Flo's words came back to him. The moment he had finally let out how he felt for Ella for the first time came back to him and how good it had felt to get that off his chest. He clutched her a bit tighter when that flashed in the forefront of his mind and he smiled to himself when he felt Ella wrap her arms around his waist.

He thought then, it wasn't that he felt like it was a weakness to let it out, no, it was just how who he was wouldn't allow him to give Ella what she deserved. Because in the best of outcomes, she reciprocated, but what could he give her if she was in California and he was traveling all over the globe with no rest until the end of the year. And he was sure the next year would be the same, a plane from one country to another, day in a tour bus touring all across continents and no stability to give her the time she deserved.

Alex wanted to pull his hair out. He had done distance before and it had only been so long until he moved all the way to New York for his then girlfriend. Would Ella drop everything to join him? Would Ella let go of her dream job to follow him around the world? Would Alex be able to ask that from her?

Ella felt him drop a kiss on top of her head and his lips stayed there for a minute, his breathing slowed and got heavy and eventually she had to look up at him because it felt like something in the air had shifted.

"Are you okay?" She was the one to ask this time, and he saw the soft furrow of her brows and her lips slightly pursed when she pulled back to see his face.

He nodded, but he looked full of sorrow so Ella had to make sure, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, why?"

She took a step back, going to stub out the burnt out cigarette she had been holding and when that was done she stood back in front of him. "You're quiet." She repeated his words to him with a hint of a smile, like she was trying to cheer him up.

He caught onto it, offering a tight lip smile as he shook his head. The knot in his throat started tightening and it was like she had noticed without him even giving a sign of getting upset, so she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you so much, sweets." She promised him with a whisper in his ear, goosebumps breaking on his skin as his arms wrapped around her waist. "But we have this week left so let's not get ahead of ourselves okay?"

"You're right." Alex nodded again, Ella squeezed him a bit tighter and after a few seconds she broke the embrace, pulling back and smirking at him.

"I told you I always am."

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It had been almost five when Alex woke her up. She had fallen asleep with her head resting on his shoulder as they watched some British show on BBC, not long after they'd come back inside from the balcony. Ella apologized profusely when she'd gotten back into her senses, apologies which he didn't accept.

They had made their way down to the lobby after Ella got her laptop and a little journal, texting the crew's group chat with one hand to let them know she'd be waiting for them there.

Fortunately, the small group had made an appearance at the lobby not long after she'd sent the text and they had gone into the conference room they'd been assigned at merely a quarter past five.

Ella settled with Alex to her right and Ben to her left, across the table sat Lydia, the new PA, Tyler, the cameraman, Margaret, the sound recorder, and Cameron, the lighting specialist. It was a small crew but it would do, plus they were the ones to come all the way to London because they were the best they had, the heads of each of their departments back home.

Whilst she opened her laptop to pull up the list of things she needed done for this shoot, Ella felt a gaze burning on her and when she let her eyes up to see who it was, she found Lydia staring at her and then at Alex.

She didn't give it attention until she looked up again and she found Lydia still gawking at Alex shamelessly. Ella thought it might've been because she hadn't been properly introduced to the singer so she took the matter in her own hands.

Interrupting her clicking and typing on her laptop to do so, Ella startled Lydia out of her trance when she turned to Alex and said, "Alex, this is Lydia, our new PA."

Alex looked up at the new face and smiled softly, "Nice to meet you."

Lydia's face seemed to light up at the attention and Ella had to hold herself back from scowling. The new PA waved shyly at him and said, "Such a pleasure to meet you Alex. Big fan."

"Thank you." Alex said kindly, before dropping his gaze back to Ella's laptop screen.

"I'm sure you remember everyone else." Ella said before continuing, knowing everyone had met Alex already at the same time as Ella had so there was no need for new introductions.

And Alex confirmed that when he nodded, "I do. Great seeing you again."

Everyone reciprocated the kindness and once that was over, Ella smiled at everyone and asked, "Right, so let's dive right in then?" to which she got nods that gave her the green light to start going over every bullet point.

Firstly, she had noticed the gap in her checklist where it said Stylist/Hair and makeup and just to make sure that was covered before moving onto what was confirmed already, she turned to Alex to ask, "Is your stylist coming tomorrow?"

Alex hummed, "Yeah she is." They had let her know she was needed for the shoot since it had been arranged, but it probably slipped past someone's mind to confirm that.

"Is she also taking care of hair and makeup?" Ella asked for the full confirmation.

And to her relief, Alex replied positively, "She is."

"Oh perfect." It was relieving checking that off and having the list look complete, "Okay so we have Lamie Stewart, she did the casting with an agency here and we had the video sent over, she's brilliant you'll love her." The model had been so brilliant and professional, an absolute laugh when she'd gotten to do the video call with Ella and Ben and it had been very refreshing to have such an easy going person as their main talent.

Alex smiled and nodded softly, completely trusting Ella's judgment about the main girl for the video. And with that approval, Ella moved onto the main point, "Let's go over the video concept again." She drummed her fingers on the table before they opened up the journal she'd brought with her and flipped through the pages until it was opened on the video.

Her eyes went over the words written in the preface for the project swiftly and she cleared her throat to start reciting it back, "We're gonna have you drunk out of your mind walking out of the pub, texting 'Stephanie' for a booty call. And you're gonna be hallucinating she's getting, erm, fucked as you walk up to her house. But you end up in the wrong house just across her street."

Alex chuckled when she'd weirdly said the word fucked, amused by her shyness coming back in front of her co-workers. With a smirk, he nodded, "Yep. Just like we talked about back in May."

"Nothing you wanna add or take out of it?" She layed out the chance for him to do anything to it, just in case it would be needed to arrange something else before it was too late.

But he shook his head, nothing really coming to mind, "No, I trust your vision on it."

"Good." Ella smirked at him, entirely satisfied with his words, "Lydia could you please phone the pub for me to make sure they know we have the place booked out for tomorrow to shoot?"

"Yeah, sure." Lydia nodded gracefully as she pulled out her phone and looked through her own journal for the number of the place. But before she could actually dial the number, Ella asked for another task to be done, "And please give the agency a call as well so they can notify Lamie and the extras when and where the shoot will take place."

A nod of Lydia's head was enough for Ella to deem that done, so she turned to Alex, "The lads know when I want them there tomorrow right?"

Alex's honest, "I wouldn't trust them." made Ella sigh and nod in defeat.

"You're right." She replied, thinking maybe Jamie would be the only one to remember that, "I'll send them a text right now, then."

But Alex let his hand come over hers to ease her worry about it and took the task off her by offering, "I'll do it for you, don't worry."

A tight lip smile was what he got in exchange and a soft, "Thank you." since Lydia's phone had started ringing as she called the pub. "Tell them to be there at 5pm sharp." Ella whispered to Alex while she watched him start to type away on his phone.

"Ben, anything you wanna add?" She turned to the director, a bit shy after realizing she hadn't let him do a thing.

It wasn't like it bothered him though, because he smiled big at her and shook his head briefly, "No, you covered it all Ella. Good work."

She gave him a toothy smile and a quick "Thanks." before she fell silent when Lydia had started speaking on the phone, everyone looked at the new PA expectantly as they heard only one side of the call.

They watched as the call lasted a few minutes and she thanked them before ending the call, but before Lydia could debrief anything, she got a call from the agency.

About five minutes later, when the agency had let her go, she finally let them all know that, "Pub says we can head there around five and we have four hours to shoot and the agency is sending emails out and contacting everyone to confirm they're coming tomorrow and Tuesday if needed."

Ella frowned and hummed, thinking about how much four hours would give them, "Four hours, alright. We need to wrap everything at the pub first thing, the rest of the band will only be needed tomorrow then."

Whilst Ella continued thinking about which scenes to record first, Ben pointed out another checked item off the list that most definitely needed a double or triple check before the recording, "Make sure to double check the bikes, please."

"We're having bikes in there?" Alex's curiosity sparked, knowing Ella had come up with it back when they recorded the Suck It And See videos and having loved those clips.

"A little scene, yeah." Ella nodded, biting her bottom lip to hide the excited smile at the thought of her vision for it, so she timidly asked, "Is that alright?"

Any worry about it not being what Alex wanted was out the window when he gave her a big grin and a wink as he decided it was "Perfect."

A wink that only made her chuckle and quickly turn to look at Ben to inquire, "Okay so do we have all the gear we need?"

Ben's slow nods were accompanied by, "All we need and a bit more just in case." which completely settled her, knowing that the director had all that covered before they'd gotten there was another big breath of relief.

"Amazing." Ella muttered, glancing over the checklist again and finding it all talked about, "Well, perfect then, team. We shall have a good shoot tomorrow and the day after will be even better."

"Damn right." Ben agreed proudly, eliciting smiles from the rest of the crew. Ella let her laptop close and closed her journal, putting it over her closed electronic device and then looked at everyone else's tired expressions and pouted.

"Are y'all having lunch anytime soon?" She asked them, it was getting quite late and she was hungry so she could imagine the just arrived would be too.

"Yeah, definitely." Cameron answered, he was starving and tired after the flight but he would rather use the last of his energy to eat. "Any recommendations?"

Ella tilted her head to the side slightly as she tried to think but eventually settled for an easy and good answer for them, "The hotel restaurant is quite good actually."

Ben nodded, too exhausted to even think of making a decision of where to go to have a bite of food. "Think it'll be that today, we're too tired to go somewhere else." The last statement was one that everyone agreed on, Alex and Ella smiled sympathetically when they hummed and mumbled in agreement.

"Bless you, I'll come with you." Ella settled, having missed her familiar crew after a while away from home. But she didn't want Alex to feel left out so she offered, "Alex, wanna join?"

He hesitantly looked around the group as if to silently ask for permission to intrude but they were all neutral as they looked back at him so he used his words to ask, "If that's alright?"

Tyler clicked his tongue and smiled at him, "'Course man, the more the merrier." which got the same enthusiastic response from the rest of them so he gave in.

"Cheers mate." He thanked, and followed as they all rose from their seats.

Quickly going upstairs to leave her stuff in her room, Ella came back downstairs and walked into the restaurant to find them all sitting down at a big table. It didn't take them long to make a decision on what to eat, entirely driven by hunger and the need to just get back to their rooms as soon as they could.

And just as quick as they ordered their food, they ate it. With conversation in between bites, but regardless of it, they had only taken forty minutes to ask for the bill and get out of there.

"That was lovely." Margaret said kindly, after Alex had offered to pay for their meal and they had reluctantly agreed he could.

Ben agreed with a soft groan, "It was, but I'm exhausted now."

"Did you manage to get any sleep on the way here?" Alex seriously asked, Ben's undereye bags looked heavy and dark.

Cameron beat the director to an answer when he snorted in laughter, "Only think Tyler did, we were all pretty restless."

Tyler chuckled, a smug look on his face since he was the one who looked least like a zombie, "Knocked out most of it."

"Lucky Tyler." Ella shook her head in an attempt to taunt him and it got her a middle finger which made her laugh.

Soon enough, the waitress came back with Alex's card and receipt and they were all good to go. They slowly walked out and into the lobby and just as they got to the lifts, Alex turned to Ella and then Ben and decided he would go.

"I'll leave you guys to rest." He said softly, watching as everyone but Ella and Tyler looked at him through half lidded eyes, "See you lot tomorrow." He took his time to briefly hug everyone goodbye.

"Goodnight Alex." Ben said as he patted his back, letting go of him a few seconds later.

Alex wrapped his arms tightly around Ella then, and she did the same, savoring the feeling by closing her eyes, "Bye Alex."

"Goodnight darling." He dropped a kiss on her cheek before wishing her "Sweet dreams."

His words had a toothy smile breaking on her face and she just couldn't not say it back, so she pulled back and wished him, "Sweet dreams, Al. See you tomorrow." with a soft nose scrunch and a little squeeze of his shoulders.

That was enough for him to melt inside so he left feeling all warm and fuzzy, a grin stayed on his face as he walked away and turned to wave at them one last time in the middle of the lobby before he disappeared from their view as he went.

But then Ella was met with a bunch of intent looks, a few smirks and raised eyebrows. It was like she'd been caught red handed and she didn't like it.

"What?" She asked, annoyed at the silence and the unwavering looks on their faces, pressing aggressively on the button to call down the elevator.

"Nothing." Ben replied innocently, but his smirk grew bigger in contrast so Ella sighed exasperatedly.

"You know what? I didn't miss you, I take it back."

Ben took that as an opportunity to taunt her further though, so he teased, "Yeah, bet you're having the best time here aren't you?"

The crew laughed at the words and Ella let her mouth open and close as her confusion grew, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Ben said again and it made her roll her eyes harder.

The elevator's door opened and she was the first to go in, calling them out and scolding them with a stern "Y'all should go to bed." that made Tyler and Margaret snort out in laughter. Ella paid them no mind and asked, "Which floor are you on?"

"Fourth."

She was selfishly glad their taunting would be cut short by the fact that they weren't floor neighbors and she faked a pout as she said, "Awh, okay. I'm on the third."

The lift didn't take long to take them up to the third floor and when the door opened, she walked out quickly and wished them, "Goodnight guys!" with a blown kiss to follow with "Love y'all!"

The crew said, "Goodnight Ella!" in unison right as the door started closing and with a sigh she made way back to her hotel room.

It had been a very long day but at least she was glad that the two following days would be filled by her doing what she loved and it would serve as a great distraction to the looming ache of her homecoming approaching faster than she wanted it to.

Five more days was all she had, and she wasn't sure if she was even prepared for what they would bring.

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A/N: Ella's UK trip is coming to an end :'( How are we feeling about it? What do you think is gonna happen? Some of you actually guessed who the date was with and I fucking love that! Hope you enjoyed that, it was really fun writing it to be honest and I'm really excited to see your reactions. Thanks so so much from the bottom of my heart for reading and commenting and voting/liking, sending asks and messages about this story, it makes me so happy beyond words to see y'all enjoying it *cries* Love you lot and see you soon with the next one! x

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[uramilf]

Good Boy

Matty Healy x fem!reader smut

Warnings: SMUT. Sub!matty, oral sex (f&m receiving), spit

My eyes fell to a short white dress with long sleeves and low cut neckline that Matty had bought me for me recent birthday. I hadn’t worn it out yet, and I was dying for him to show me off to his mates wearing a dress he had given to me. I grabbed it and pulled it on, frowning into the mirror when I realised that my bra and underwear were visible through the thin white material. Looks like we were going for no underwear tonight then. On the plus side, it would give him easy access to what was his and a view of my newly pierced nipples.

When I was happy with how I looked in the dress, I slipped on a pair of white heels, checked my hair and makeup and left the house, jumping in the car and driving over to the venue. When I arrived I gave the security guard my name and ID, and he handed me a VIP pass, telling me to enjoy my night.

The show was absolutely insane. As I watched from the side of the stage I couldn’t believe that my best friends had thousands of people screaming their names and singing every word of the songs they had been writing since high school. As soon as the last song ended, Matty came running to me, picking me up and spinning me round. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him on the cheek proudly.

“You were incredible, Matty. Genuinely.”

“Thank you darling, I’m so glad you could come.”

He set me back on my feet and took me by the hands, his eyes roaming my body slowly.

“Jesus Christ angel, you look incredible. That fucking dress babe…”

I smiled and felt the heat rush to my face.

“You have good taste in clothes, Matty.”

Still holding my hand, Matty pulled me round the corner to a quiet, empty corridor, away from his band mates and crew. He pushed me against the wall and looked at me with lust-filled eyes, making my breath catch in my throat. “Fuck darling, seeing you standing there tonight made it seriously hard to perform. I wanted to come over and rip this dress off you. Fuck, I could see your nipple piercings from all the way across the stage. I bet the other boys were looking at them too. But you’re not theirs. You’re mine.”

Barely missing a beat, Matty’s lips met mine and he kissed me hungrily, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. I decided that after his little speech about how I was “his” that I should switch things up, take control instead of doing what I was told as usual. I wanted to be in charge of him, show him exactly how I felt about him. I moaned into his mouth before pulling away and whispering into his ear, “Hey Matty? You know how this pretty dress you bought me is just so tight, and the material is so thin. It means I can’t exactly wear any underwear.”

“Holy shit,” he muttered, immediately sliding his hand up my thigh to check if I was telling the truth. Soon his hand met my dripping wet pussy, and he dropped to his knees without hesitation.

“Okay my good boy, are you gonna do exactly what I tell you?”

He nodded.

I lifted the hem of my dress further up my thighs until my cunt was visible. Matty was almost drooling, staring like a man starved. His desperation overcame all fear of being caught. He looked up through his thick eyelashes and blinked. “Please let me taste you,” he whispered.

“Oh baby, you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

He nodded again.

“Use your words please darling,” I prompted.

“Yes, I’m desperate for you babe. Please let me make you feel good.”

“Okay sweet boy, go ahead.”

He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his head between my thighs. He licked a stripe up my centre before settling on my clit, flicking his tongue over it again and again. I put one hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, the other one clenching at his hair. He kept licking and sucking my clit, my arousal dripping down my thighs. One hand gripped at my thigh which was swung over his tattooed shoulder, the other settled on my hip, urging me to grind into his face.

“Yes baby, you’re doing so good for me. You’re so good, sweet boy.”

He moved down and began fucking his tongue in and out of me, his nose hitting my clit with every movement. I continued to thrust against his mouth, hand gripping his hair tighter.

I could feel myself nearing the edge, and the temptation was becoming too much for Matty as he reached down to palm himself through his jeans, moaning loudly as he did so. The vibration caused the tension in my stomach to break and I came hard, screaming his name, no longer caring who could hear me.

When I came down from my high, I removed my leg from Matty’s shoulder and tugged my dress back down over my thighs. I looked down to see him looking up at me, starry eyed, his mouth and nose glistening with my juices. I crouched down to his level, pushing the hair out of his eyes, swiping away the wetness on his face with my thumb, before touching his lip gently, causing him to open his mouth and suck my thumb softly, tasting me. I pressed a kiss to his soft lips and he whimpered into my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue, making me want more of him.

“I want to make you feel good now baby. Will you let me?” He nodded at me and stood up, leaving me on my knees. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down along with his boxers. He was painfully hard and a bead of precum was forming on his tip. “You’re so beautiful, Matty,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. He smiled softly, but I could tell he was desperate to be touched.

I slowly licked over his tip, making him groan out, his hands instantly tangling up in my hair. I didn’t let him take control, however. I took his tip into my mouth and continued to swirl my tongue around it. He was whimpering now, his hands clenching into fists full of my hair. I took more of him into my mouth, before licking a stripe up the thick vein on his cock, from his base all the way to his tip.

I settled into a steady rhythm of bobbing my head up and down on Matty’s cock, gagging slightly every so often when his tip hit the back of my throat. He was panting heavily, moans slipping through his lips. I pulled off for a second, looking up at him. “Quiet, baby boy. You wouldn’t want anyone to find us, would you?” He shook his head. “Are you gonna cum for me now my good boy?” This time he nodded.

“Please please Y/N, I need to cum, I’m so close.”

I wrapped my lips back around him and started bobbing up and down again, stopping briefly to suck on his tip and flick my tongue over his slit to taste his salty precum. Deepthroating him a few more times, I settled on his tip, using my right hand to stroke around the thick base of his cock and my left to give his balls a firm squeeze. This sent him over the edge and he released with a loud moan. Spurt after spurt of his warm, thick cum landed on my tongue, filling my mouth. I swallowed, before a few more spurts landed in my mouth. This time I held it on my tongue, before standing up, he gesturing for Matty to open his mouth, and spitting his own cum onto his tongue. He swallowed eagerly and I laughed.

“You did so good for me Matty. I love you so much, darling.”

I helped him pull his boxers and trousers back up, before planting a kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my neck, and I laid my cheek against his dark curls, running my fingers up and down his back. “You’re so beautiful Matty, you did so good for me my good boy.”

He sighed happily into the crook of my neck, pulling me tighter against him. We stood there for about ten minutes before going to find the other boys, safe in each others arms.

A/N: Ah this was kinda my first sub!matty fic, I hope you guys liked it! Let me know what you think, requests are open!

[girlwsoftsound]

Kiss Me Through The Phone || Matty Healy Oneshot

Word Count: 2,471 Warnings: Whole lotta’ smut. Summary: Matty gets up at 3am one night and realizes he needs to hear your voice...and then some. Authors Note: My goodness, is this steamy.  Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!  

Ever since the moment he woke up, Matty has felt like his skin is on fire. 

It’s nothing painful, but his sense are heightened to the point where he cannot function without noticing that something is up. He feels ready to burst at any moment, his body alive and wanting to move, write, whatever it takes to soothe this feeling of insatiable need. It takes him waking up after a nap on the tour bus with his jean’s tented and his skin slick with sweat to realize that, as embarrassingly primal as it sounds, he is horny. Really horny, to the point where his body is practically begging him to solve the problem and get laid. But, as much as he would love to get laid, he faces yet another problem with this: he is on tour. The tour bus is filled only with his friends, not his girlfriend, you, whom he would gladly back up against the nearest black space in the bus and fuck the living daylights out of if he could, causing you to scream his name and plead for more. He does not have that luxury today, though. Today, you are miles away at home, and he is miles away in some random city surrounded by his bandmates.

He needs to get laid.

Briefly, the thought comes into mind that he could very well get this problem solved if he really desired it. He could walk out and sleep with whomever, either a fan or kind girl with pretty eyes who he could find in a bar. As tempting as the thought is however, he loves you with every fiber of his being. To retreat into his old ways of sleeping around would be wrong and completely unfair to you. He is not willing to hurt something so good simply because his dick cannot stop clouding his thoughts and begging for release. He knows he cannot give into that animalistic instinct no matter how tight his jeans get. It’s either you or nothing. Or, rather, his hand.

That’s when the thought pops into his head.

The topic of masturbation is not taboo for the boys. Being friends since teen years, they all have had discussions and awkward moments involving the activity. By now with touring so much, it is almost too common that someone ends the day or week jerking off. They all turn a blind eye and ear and simply let their friend go at it. It’s only courteous to do it in the bathroom, but sometimes exceptions are made, especially when it is previously occupied. However, Matty has never really heard much discussion about phone sex. He never caught George or Adam in the act, nor did he hear Ross when he was involved. It is as much of a taboo subject as any. It also is a very enticing idea, especially for Matty in his moment of uncontrolled lust. It would be exactly what he needs. It’s all he can think about until he finally goes for it. After looking to make sure the boys are all occupied on the bus in their own interests, Matty snacthes his phone from his bunk and makes his way into the tour bus bathroom.

It’s not that big of a bathroom. It truly is more of a stall than anything, with fancier appliances and a shower to keep them sated on longer trips. Matty runs his hand along the cool countertop at the sink and then sits himself on top of the toilet seat, a shaking hand still holding his phone. He brings it up to his face and uses its companion to unbutton his trousers, just enough so he could feel some release. He dials your number right about the time when he hears George bark out a laugh a bit down the bus. He hopes he is doing something to amuse the others and distract them. The last thing he needs is for his conversation to not become private, even if it is three in the morning and they were bound to sleep any time now.

He palms at his jeans as the dial tone rings, once, twice, three times. On the fourth you answer, right as Matty feels like groaning into the receiver. Your voice is chipper as it says hello, blissfully unaware at how tightly wound your boyfriend is and how his hand is practically rubbing at his jeans. He strangles out a hello back, and that is when you realize that perhaps this is not a simple ‘I miss you, how are you’ conversation.

“Are you alright Matty?”

He laughs at you, not intentionally but more out of release as his hand brushes his tip on accident. He tells you he’s never been better, but you cannot quite take it as sincere.

“What’s going on, where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom,” he whispers, barely audible but suddenly darker, laced with something you cannot exactly pinpoint yet in your still innocent mind. He gasps, his hand massaging at his abdomen. “Baby, I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too Mat - OH!” He hears you stumble, his actions finally hitting you and sending you spinning. He’s never done this with you, so he finds himself impressed that you even recognized his intentions without having to be told them more frankly. Fear pools in his gut though that you might leave him there, aching and palming himself, out of sheer disgust for the situation. A bit of rumpling in the background followed by some quick breaths and the slam of a door meets his ear before he finally hears from you again.

“Tell me how much.”

He is so irrevocably in love with you.

Shifting his weight back up against the toilet backing, Matty lets his hand dive beneath his jeans and palms himself over his boxers. He bites his lip, feeling his fingers graze along the fabric and imagining yours there instead. The feeling is so overwhelming he momentarily forgets he is on the phone with you. That is, until he hears you let out a small gasp. His eyes narrow.

“You...you’re touching yourself for me, aren’t you?”

A pause. “Do you want me not to?”

“Of course I want you to,” he replies, his voice lowering. “God I love you so much, I would be there doing it myself for you if I could. That’s how much I miss you.”

“What else would you want to do?”

Matty began work on disposing of his jeans. “I’d be rubbing that clit of yours, circling around just like you like it, and perhaps if you sounded good for me I would even go in with my tongue to do the work for me.”

You hum, pleased. “Of course I would be good for you. But this isn’t about me, love. You sound like you need me.”

Biting his lip to stifle a groan at the freer feeling of being without his jeans, Matty nods. “I need you so much, {Y/N}. Fuck.”

“Alright babe, I hear you. I hear you. Are you undressed?”

“Mostly.”

“Take off everything else for me, babe. I want you to be completely naked for me, alright?”

A deep breath escapes Matty’s lips as he follows your command. His boxers fall to the floor, leaving him completely exposed and frankly more comfortable. He lets you know the moment they are gone, and you reward him with a soft hum that sends a shiver down his spine.

“Touch yourself for me, Matty.”

“Hmm.”

His hand falls to his dick, giving himself one slow stroke to elicit a moan before considering starting a pace. You smile at the sound, your own hand moving a bit faster now. “How does it feel, babe?”

“So good,” he gasps, his eyes fluttering shut. “Just hearing your voice is making me think about what I want to do to you, fuck.”

“What do you want to do to me, Matty?”

“I’d fuck you so good. I’d press you up against the nearest wall,” he moans, sliding his finger across his slit, “and I’d hold you tight by the neck and fuck you right then and there. Make you cry out my name.”

There’s a glint of amusement in your voice. “How would I feel, babe?”

“You’d be tight and incredible,” he responds, and you can tell he is starting to get into the swing of things by the little breaths he takes after speaking. “You’d be so wet for me, so good. A-Are you wet, love?”

You smile. “Hmm, can you help me be more?”

“I...I would love to, {Y/N}.” Shifting so that he isn’t sliding off the seat, Matty takes a breath. “Tease yourself, love. Use your fingers and tease yourself. Rub everywhere around where you need it the most, where you need me the most, but don’t give in. Pretend that’s me, moving so carefully around you. Let me know how good of a job I’m doing, love.”

Doing just as he says, it is not long before you give him a proper moan in response. It makes him smile, though it quickly is bitten back to hide a louder moan built up in him. As good as it all feels, he still cannot let the others hear him. He whines, and you moan back.

“You thinking about me, babe?”

Matty nods. “So much. You’re so good, so beautiful. God, what I’d do to kiss those divine lips of yours right now. Leave bruises, I would.”

“Oh?”

“All up and down your neck,” he whispers. A sudden heat nearly knocks him off guard, causing him to nearly drop the phone. Taking a chance, he moves to, rather than suffer possibly a devastating fall, set his phone on the counter beside him and put you on speaker. It’s risky considering how easily the boys would be able to hear you, but he is feeling so desperate that he is willing to take that chance. Everything feels far too good to stop now. His doubts are tossed aside as well after he hears you, for the speaker function has now made your sounds amplified to the point where he can hear your movements, the slick noise you make, the little breaths you take. It nearly chokes him up. He grabs the counter, overwhelmed at the sound coupled by his faster pumps into his hand. You moan, the electricity mutually building within you too.

He stutters and lets out a loud moan, one that somehow slipped past his restraint and startles him. You moan back almost just as loud, taking it as encouragement to keep going to Matty’s delight. Both paces quicken, your noises growing more slick and panted while his become more desperate and needy. It all seems so much, too much, incredibly intense.

That’s when a loud knock hits the door.

Matty jumps, startled. You fall silent.

“For fuck’s sake Matty, can you two pipe down in there? Some of us would like to not fall asleep to the sounds of our friends getting off like teenagers, thank you!”

George.

It’s embarrassing, probably the most embarrassing situation Matty has been in for a while. For you, it’s by far the most embarrassing moment you have experienced. Silence hits before you nervously laugh, and Matty follows. You really were getting off like teenagers, mostly because Matty felt like a horny teen. He needed release and fast, and you well...you were his beautiful girlfriend who somehow had a knack for getting him to do that that he did not previously know about. Of course he would be loud, and in turn have you be loud as well.

“Should we just...stop then?”

He wants nothing of the sort really, but she has to ask to be polite. He much rather would like to not sit with his aching cock and have to take a cold shower without release. That is far from what he wants. But, he knows you are embarrassed, and that you would not want to push things further if it would lead to him feeling embarrassed as well and possibly in trouble. Lucky for you, he could care less.  

“We aren’t stopping until I can think about my cum being all over that pretty little face of yours and hear you screaming my name, love.”

Needless to say, his words are convincing.

A few more words are exchanged, consisting mostly of sinister commands by Matty for you to touch yourself certain ways and verbally let him know how it feels. You provide him with plenty of sound, gasping and moaning to his delight. He gets so close, needing you more and more, feeling his body hit that same flaming feeling from before and start to grow tense. He begs for you to cry his name, to let him know how good it feels, to come with him. He hears your hand work overtime, rubbing in little circles as fast as you can, until suddenly you let out a startled gasp and moan, loud, continuous and shaky as your body jolts and your orgasm washes upon you. A few breathy cries of his name, and Matty cums as well, his hips jerking forward and stilling as he dirties up his legs and the tile below. It’s loud, it’s messy, but it’s exactly what he wanted.

Biting his lip and grinning, he takes the phone off of speaker and brings it to his ear with his free hand. “How was it for you, love?”

Still panting slightly, you giggle. “Lovely. You’re a cheeky little bastard, you know?”

“Why’s that?”

“Calling me just before I go to sleep and seducing me into phone sex? How devious of you.”

“Hey, the body wants what the body wants, love.”

Giggling more, you shift to sit up in bed. “Go to sleep, you arse. The boys are probably tired of you annoying them at what...three in the morning? Fuck Matty, you’re such a jerk.”

Matty smiles. “They’re just jealous their girlfriends aren’t up right now to get them off.”

“Sure, Matthew.”

“Goodnight love,” he whispers softly into the phone. “Thank you for making me feel so wonderful. I love you.”

You sigh, a smile on your face. “Goodnight Matty, and thank you as well. I love you too, you silly boy.”

Grinning, Matty hangs up the phone and moves to clean up. No matter what the boys will say to him when he gets out, he knows that he has had a fantastic night, one filled with hearing your voice and being treated to the sound and thought of you cumming, something he is sure he never will get over the beauty of. Tonight, he can go to bed feeling loved, and content in knowing you feel just the same even miles away.

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Reunion || Matty Healy Oneshot

Word Count: 2,947 Warnings: A big ol’ mix of smut and fluff. Summary: Matty and the reader have ‘couple time’ after not seeing each other for so long. Author’s Note: This one was definitely a fun one to write. Please feel free to send more requests here! Enjoy!

Two months, three days, five hours, and approximately twenty minutes. 

That’s how long you have been away from Matty, and he away from you. It was the height of his touring schedule for the year, the final leg before he went away to write and produce alongside George some new songs for the fans. As great as the prospect of going on tour was for the boys, it also possessed a downside that brought with it unparalleled regret and longing: you could not tag along.

The issue was, you worked. Weekly, every day minus the weekends. Unless Matty was nearby, you did not have the time to go and see his every tour date. It simply was not in the realm of possibility, and although Matty fully understood and respected your circumstances, it was not unknown that he disliked the fact. You were his medicine, his world, his happy place and support system to run to when things got bad. He adored you. Having you away for so long was painful no matter how happy touring made him. He simply wanted you, the touch of your skin, the beautiful gaze you gave him every time you told him you loved him. He needed it.

He thankfully did not have to wait any longer to see it again.

Fresh off an eight hour plane ride, Matty finally stepped foot back on British soil. The rest of the boys in the band watched him hurry to baggage claim, and listened to him grumble and complain incessantly when the bags did not return as fast as he wished, until finally they watched him rush to you. He crashed into your arms within seconds of finding you, bringing you as close to him as he could manage. Your eyes spilled with tears, and his watered from laughter at how dramatic you both were acting in such a crowded space. His arm snaked its way around your waist, and the two of you led the way for the rest of the band out of the airport. Matty bid them farewell at the parking garage entrance. He was needed elsewhere, and it was so obvious that that place was with you and not them. They understood without any words on the matter. Weeks of hearing Matty chat endlessly about you, him mumbling your name in sleep, and watching him drown his loneliness in his favorite wine were clue enough that he needed you-time. Who were they to refuse that?

It’s a manageable forty-five minute drive back to your place. Matty hardly takes his eyes off you as you drive, his hand on your lap, his thumb rubbing circles on the exposed skin below your faded shorts. The air is electric, full of the anticipation of getting home, but just comfortable enough that you are able to focus on the drive ahead. Matty loved to tease you - it was a part of his fun, how he made moments like the one awaiting you at home interesting and thrilling. He knew however his and your boundaries, and he knew that he was much better at driving when getting teased than you. You needed some focus and a subtle reminder of what was to come, his hand on your lap, to make it back home ready and willing.

All bets went off, however, the moment the keys are taken out of the ignition. You barely make it out of your car before he is on you, pushing you up against the side of your car with his hands in your hair and his mouth on yours. It is a whirlwind of emotions - an easy zero-to-sixty moment. You feel him start to grind against you, his body communicating how much it missed yours, and cannot help the breath of air that leaves you in response. Your mind rushes, heart beating a mile a minute, but you know you have to get inside before you can comply with his wishes and unspoken requests. Public sex was always something you two had discussed being a bucket list item to one day knock off, but this was not the time. No, the matter at hand is more serious, urgent, needy. It required a bed, and a proper go at it.

Five minutes and a hickey placed devilishly where it could hardly be hidden by clothing later, and you both find yourself inside your small flat. It is not much, certainly not compared to Matty’s four-story one decked out in ostentatiousness and evidently Matty decor. Matty always said he loved it, though. He always told you so, especially in the mornings when you would make him breakfast to cure his hangover and allowed him time to examine it all. From the soft maroon drapes over your windows to the scattering of pictures on the wall of your favorite people in your life - which included photos of you both, he loved it. Passing by those photos even in your frenzied state, he makes sure to comment on how perfect they are to him. You tell him to shut up and keep kissing you, but the gesture makes your heart soar.

You make it to the couch before Matty’s restraint falters. He brings you to it with him, trapping you under his body so that he can finally get the friction you so teasingly brutal denied him outside. You gasp as his hips work against you in time with the ferocity of his lips on your neck. He wastes little time biting and sucking at every inch, letting you know this night is far past becoming one of the more relaxed, lazy, romantically driven nights you settled into in the middle of breaks. You can tell it is instead going to be a needy, possessive, want-driven night the moment he grinds against you and lets out a moan that makes your body go warm and your stomach twist into knots. A beautiful sound, a sound more melodic than the lyrics that he belts out so often on stage. It also reminds you this is real, this is happening, Matty his home, Matty is back for the time being to continue where you left off.

A low growl in your ear happens the moment you nip at his neck, a warning to watch yourself. You simply hum against the skin, ignoring him blissfully to nip again, punctuating it by meeting his hips in their relentless bid for friction. The noise he gives back this time is far from patient, done with warnings. Hurrying off you, he picks you up and brings you to the bed, where he tosses you, breathless in shock, and returns above you before you can gather yourself to kiss you fervently. His hands now roam, moving across your skin, under your shirt, under your waistline, anywhere they could fit. Matty knows it drives you wild. He lives for the gasps you let out in response. God, how he missed those noises.

You curse him, gripping at your sheets, as he goes right past your underwear to touch, feel how already ready for him you are. He chuckles darkly, pompously, proud of his hold on you. You curse that it makes him seem even more attractive, especially when followed by him letting you know he was dreaming of this moment, of being the cause of the shivers and moans you made, for weeks. You grind up into him again as punishment for his hand and mouth being so unfair, and he sends you a look of pure lust and need and it makes you gasp.

“You’re playing with fire,” he tells you, but it only encourages you more. You start a good rhythm, working against him in a way that leaves him cursing and biting at your neck to keep from sounding too desperate for you. It’s a beautifully symbiotic relationship of pleasure. You hardly wish it to end. However, you soon find yourself being brought on top of Matty, sat to straddle him where he can see you and keep you still. Panting, he reaches and gets your top off of you, along with your bra until you are completely naked from the waist up. He pauses to marvel at the scene before him, and then bends you back down so he can kiss every inch of you, from your mouth to your breasts and finally down to your stomach.

As nice as the couch is, you and Matty both know that your bed is much more comfortable and spacious. Before you can suggest it, he has you carried off to your bedroom. You are tossed gently onto the bed with a giggle. Matty smiles at your excitement.

“Remind me why I left you for so long,” he whispers, and you open your mouth to speak a reply, but find it quickly occupied by his mouth seconds later. Moans and senseless kissing ensue, until finally Matty grows just as tired as you are with him being fully dressed still. He sits up and allows you to unbutton his red button up, and once it is tossed across the room, he gets his black jeans off with the skill only he could possess from years of practice. Had it been left up to you to get them off given how tight they were, you would’ve taken far too long for either of your liking. Matty wastes no time leaning the both of you back down, pressing his body up against yours and grinding his hips against yours to get the friction back. 

He groans at the feeling, and you take the chance to really give him something to groan about by biting down on his neck. The hitch in his breath lets you know it’s a devilishly wonderful move on your part. You continue at his neck as his hips work against you. It’s a pleasure-filled whirlwind. Both of you are dizzy, but neither of you feel compelled to pause and let your hazy heads clear. Everything feels too good, too real, too tangible again. To ignore those feelings, to halt their effects, would be irrational in a time like this. Two months meant dizzy feelings and lust would be there to stay.

You feel Matty’s hands tug down your skirt, and along with it your underwear, and watch as they get tossed over to meet his own clothing across the room before your mind is occupied with the feeling of his fingers gently stroking the skin alongside the inside of your thighs. A low moan hums from your lips, and Matty is all too happy to punctuate it with a few love bites of his own to your neck as it resonates through you. His fingers don’t stop, but they do not dare trespass where you really want them - not when Matty’s lips are so fixated on your neck, and the noises you are making are cluttering his mind with distractions.

Eventually, you grow impatient. You whine Matty’s name, and when he looks into your eyes, you raise an eyebrow at him. He smirks, knowing your impatience with him all-too-well from past encounters. He knows you hate when he does this. He also knows you’re a liar. However, he knows for a third fact that you have been waiting for him for two months, and that at this point taking time to tease is not fair to either of you. Giving in with a kiss to your lips, he goes for your clit. The moan he gets in reply makes him smile against you.

Time passes rather hectically from there. You are not sure how long Matty’s hand has been working on you. All you know is that it feels good, and his lips are on yours, and you never want to feel what it is like to be without them again. Bits and pieces of Matty’s words of adoration to you make their way into your brain. Your mind goes silent however when his pace picks up. At the lead of your breath hitching, he adds a finger in you, and it makes you gasp openly to his pleasure. You find yourself in this predicament of sorts for another minute, until he speeds everything up again, adds another finger so he can get you even more worked up, and you lose it in the blink of an eye. You tug at his curls during it, and that same wicked smile of his appears, smug as ever as the sound of his name leaving you fills the air.

He brings you gently down from your high with kisses to your neck and chest. As your eyes open back up, you are pleased to see his eyes staring back at you with such devotion and admiration. It warms your heart. You go to kiss him the moment you regain your strength, and he does not hesitate to return it, his lips firm against yours, bringing you back to the same worked-up feeling you had been before you came. It takes only two minutes, and then suddenly Matty is grinding against you for any sort of friction he can get, and you are meeting his movements with your own hips. It’s intense and leaves the both of you breathless. Matty pulls away panting and gets up off of you and the bed.

You sit patiently regaining your own breath while he is away. When he returns, he no longer is wearing his confining boxers. He has a condom on, and is stroking himself to your viewing delight. It makes him laugh, and you find yourself giggling as he returns with a kiss. His laugh always seemed to be contagious to you, even in moments like this.

Now back where he lay before, Matty positions himself at your entrance. He considers teasing you, but decides against it with the way your eyes scan him over. He needs you. Teasing could wait. He enters you with a kiss, allowing you to moan into his mouth at the feeling. Two months have made the feeling of being connected in such a way like a distant memory. Remembering it is almost enough to make both of you lose yourselves on the spot. Instead, you settle for a shared groan once Matty is all the way in.

The longing expressed in the noise quickly is expressed by Matty in a less audible way. His pace starts fast and unforgivingly so. You gasp at the feeling it creates, as you are still feeling rather sensitive from before and his thrusts brush right up against the spot that always promises you seeing stars. The two of you stick with the fast and rough pace until suddenly, Matty is laying down and instructs you to sit on top of him. You get the idea quickly, and after a moment to adjust yourself, you start to happily ride him. It brings a whole new wave of feelings for the both of you. As much as the position made you moan, it made Matty twice as weak. 

He begins to meet your movements with thrusts of his own not too long in. You can tell he is close simply from the way he cannot stop babbling, throwing out words of love and how he never would leave this long again even if it killed him, any embarrassment flying out the window. It makes you proud to know you alone are causing such an effect in him. It encourages you to grind down on him a bit harder, and maybe give a deeper stare into his eyes while doing so to let him know just how much you appreciate it. His words of love quickly turn into strangled curses.

Just when you think he is going to be the first to come undone, you find Matty’s hand reaching to pleasure you. You let out a whine as his fingers work quickly over your clit. The feeling mixed with Matty’s thrusts and the position in record time becomes too much. Clenching around Matty and curling your toes against the soft fabric of your bed, you gasp and give the most blissed-out moan you have ever heard yourself give. It is easily more than enough to send Matty over the edge, too. Even in your moment of bliss, you do not miss his cry of pleasure followed by a far too seductive groan for your own good. Frankly, his noise adds to your pleasure. God, you love that man.

Coming down from your highs, the two of you stay together for a moment in silence. Simply being able to gaze at each other and gage the level of love in your eyes after such a long-awaited moment is enough in that point of time. For that moment, all is well. Everything is settled and back to how it should be. Matty breaks the silence with a grin, causing you to giggle and blush behind the cover of your hands. He pushes your hands away and, after gently getting you off of him, brings you close to rest by his side. Now spooned, you cannot help but gaze into his eyes.

“I missed you,” you tell him with a sigh. In his post-orgasm haze, he lazily smiles at this.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he whispers. “Missed this. Please yell at me next time I try to leave you for that long.”

You nod and give him a sleepy salute. “Yes sir. If you don’t listen to me, do I have permission to seduce you and make you remember just how silly you are being for leaving?”

Matty smirks and moves to kiss your nose. “Permission granted, you nerd.”