(So I've started again, from scratch, with a new fan-name (I was holbonesfan before, if you're wondering) and a new fanfic to develop. It's a multi-chapter oneshot fic, like the one I was writing before I changed usernames. I'll add the other chapter's in in random points throughout, but for the time being I'm just going to upload new musings :] hope you enjoy it, and if you haven't already, check the song out :] They're an amazing British band, but I'm aware that there nowhere near as popular in the states as they are here! I'm going to see them in November, in Manchester, and I cannot wait!)
Chapter One
I bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor By Arctic Monkeys
Oh there ain't no luck, no Montague's or Capulet's,
just banging tunes, and DJs, sex and dirty dance floors,
dreams of naughtiness.
Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor....
The way she moves is mesmerizing; a rhythmic turn of motion, the music seemed to echo off the soft pits of her flesh. She curves around the melody, successfully possessing the mind of every single male in the club. She touches my shoulder softly as she moves, a soft smile on her lips; she is unaware of how gorgeous, how sexy, she looks as her hips sway in soft symphony. She brushes against me once more, unintentionally, and I feel my senses slowly evaporate. All I can see is her. All I can smell is her. All I can hear is the swish-swash of her skirt. All I can feel is the pressure of her hand against my arm. She is all that matters – everyone else? They might as well not exist.
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