The feeling of waking up in someone’s arms is seriously indescribable. You just can’t articulate the feeling of safety and grounding and the overwhelming sense of home. The fact that it was Tony’s arms I was waking up in just made it all the more better. I know that he didn’t feel the same way and that it most likely just a stupid fantasy that he’d ever like me back but this was a moment that I would hold on to and savour for a very long time.

Shifting ever so slightly, I looked down at the colourful arm that was draped over my ribs and tucked under my side, pulling me back slightly and holding me tight. It was the same way I’d always woken up when I slept with Tony. Even when we were teenagers and I’d spend the night at his place. We could be on opposite ends of the bed when we fell asleep but when we woke up he would be holding me tightly. Warm breath tickled the side of my neck as Tony moved his head further into my shoulder, the feeling of his stumble causing me to shiver while goose bumps rose up and spread down my arm.

“Can you try to shiver without shaking so much?”

The sound of Tony’s sleep thick voice caused me to jump slightly, as much as a girl could while held tightly to someone’s chest. I had no idea he was even awake.

“I’m sorry, I had no idea my shivers would cause a problem.”

The sound of Tony’s deep hummed filled the air while I could feel it reverberate through my back. “Believe me; it causes more problems than you will ever know.”

I rolled over and smirked as I looked at Tony, our noses brushing ever so slightly. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” he smirked, “it is.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

Tony pursed his lips slightly as he thought before focusing back on me. “Go make me food.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Go get it yourself, Tone. I’m not your chamber maid.”

“Mmm I know. If you were my chamber maid I’d have you dressed in something much more different.”

Okay, the images that sentence brought on were something my mind did not need. I was sexually frustrated as it was; I didn’t need Tony giving me any ideas. Not while we were in bed and he was only in his underwear. And especially not when he was speaking to me with the ridiculously sexy and deep tone his voice had taken on because he’d just woken up.

Shit son, mama needs to get laid.

“Keep dreaming, Tony. If anything, we’re going out for breakfast. It’s our day today, me and you. So if that doesn’t include an awesome breakfast and a mango smoothie I will be really pissed.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t know the half of it.”

He honestly didn’t. Some of the things I thought of doing to him were truly shameful and if he heard them he’d be shocked. What can I say? I’m an undersexed girl with a very over active imagination.

Mama definitely needs to get laid.

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Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through.

The words were staring up at me with their invisible eyes, blinking at me from the blue lined paper I’d written them down on. They’d just come to me and I had the intense feeling that there was a song hiding behind them, brewing up in the background like a potion in one of Snape’s classes. Something destined for greatness.

Now I just had to come up with the rest of the song.

Easy.

I groaned as I slumped forward in my seat, head making a solid contact with my notebook. Why did song writing have to be so cock sucking hard? They tell you to write what you know and so far what I know is being an English teacher and a song writer who couldn’t get more than two lines down for a fucking song.

The feeling of my notebook being tugged out from under my head was strange but I simply went with it, lifting my head so Leo could pull it towards him to see what I had down before I thumped my head back to its rightful place on the table.

Bones and I were chilling in his tiny apartment trying to get a head start on the song writing so when our upcoming tour is finished we can jump straight in with material already written. I’d always get together with Leo when I wanted to write something. He was so calming and always made me feel more relaxed. Lyrics always seemed to flow better when I was around him.

I liked to think it was because he was British.

But I highly doubt his Britishness was the reason shit came to me. I mean, look at me now; slumped at his kitchen table trying to think up lyrics while my tea is getting cold beside my head. My eyes snapped open as I lifted my head and reached for my awesome fine china cup with gold trimming and little flowers painted on. Bones might be the tough guy of the group but he believed that tea should be presented in an actual set.

This explained the tray set beside us which looked fit to be in the Queen’s presence. He said it was a gift from his mum but I knew better.

“There is potential here, Leeloo.” I smiled at the use of his nickname for me. He’d given it to me when we first meet and I had bright orange hair which reminded him of Leeloo from The Fifth Element. Only he ever called me Leeloo; everyone else called me some variation of my name or in Mike and Jaime’s case, Kitten.

It’s kinda like I was the only person who was allowed to call him Bones. He’d been studying to be a doctor when we first met and he was a huge Star Trek fan; I’d always felt he and McCoy were alike in their personalities, tough and honest but completely reliable and caring. Plus they had the same first name so it was fate.

I sipped silently from my cup before gently setting down to the side and leaning forward slightly, crossing my arms on the table. “You think so?”

I watched as Leo nodded eyes still on the page before he smiled. “Yeah I do. I feel like you could write about what it’s like to be someone in love but the person doesn’t know,” it was here that he looked up with a smirk. “Basically just write about how you feel about Turtle.”

I groaned and uncrossed my arms to point my finger at him. “This right here is why I hate talking about my feelings for him.”

“Come on, Loo,” he whined as he sat the book down and stretched his arms out over the table. “Everyone can see how you feel about him. I see it, the rest of the band sees it, Hime sees it, Mike and Vic see it, Mama and Papa Fuentes see it, fuck man even Tony’s mum sees it. We all see what he doesn’t and it fucking drives us insane”

That surprised me, I wasn't aware that I was so obvious. Although, these were the people who had known me for ten years, I didn’t have to be obvious; they would just pick up on it. I shook my head and reach for the tea pot, carefully filling up both mine and Bones’ cup before setting it back on its tray.

“We even have a pool going for when he realises he loves you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course you do.”

Leo shrugged. “Can’t blame anyone, we’ve been waiting for you guys to get together since high school.”

“Keep waiting, he has Kate with him now.”

Bones shook his head as he reached for his cup. “That girl is nothing but trouble. I get bad vibes from her. She is no good for the Turtle and I have no idea what attracted him to her in the first place. The little exposure I’ve had to her showed me that she was only in it for the title of being his girlfriend. She isn’t genuine in her feelings.”

“You reckon?” I asked as I slid my notebook back towards me.

“Oh yeah, she’s completely faking it in the worst way.”

I nodded as I focused back onto the page, picking up my pen as a slow trickle of lyrics began flowing in my mind. Humming the beat to which they were coming to me, I wrote down the words floating in the black space of my mind, continuing from where I’d left off.

Crawling back to you

So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if your heart's still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up.
I'm sorry to interrupt. It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you
I don't know if you feel the same as I do.

I smiled down at the page, the rest of the song slowly coming more into focus, that greatness hiding behind the initial sentence shedding some light as I wrote before I slid the book over to Bones for him to read.

I watched as he smiled, fingers tapping out a beat against the edges of the book while he read. “Keep going with this, Leeloo, it’s sounding awesome. I’ve already got a beat in mind that would sound good with this. Kids are going to love this.”

I smiled at that thought. I loved it when people could relate to what we going through with our lyrics and that they could connect to them. If they liked this then that would be great.

“If we keep going like this we could have it finished, polished off and ready to go by the time we start tour,” Bones grinned. “Call the guys, this needs to be a band meeting, we need to get this done ASAP.”

I nodded and pulled my phone out before sending a mass text telling everyone they needed to get their arses over to mine. As I was texting Bones began packing everything up and tucking things away neatly.

By the time it was sent he waiting by the open front door with my burgundy satchel hanging across his shoulders and my coat hanging from his hands. I smiled and walked over, tucking my phone in my pocket as I went before feeding my arms into the sleeves of my coat.

“Shall we?” he asked holding his arm out.

“We shall,” I agreed as I linked my arm through his, reaching to close the door behind me as we left.

Notes

Shit son, I suck as a human being. The chapter is shit but I needed to put something up. Hope this can stave you off for now :( Mama needs her inspiration which is at an all time low at the mo'.

Also, can someone tell me if they find any part of my story funny? I have no idea if you guys laugh at some points and it makes me paranoid that I'm writing a boring fic that doesn't make you smile and laugh.

Title credit: Arctic Monkeys

Taylah.