One Shots

Mike's POV

I watched her saunter towards me, her hips swaying to the music. Her peanut butter skin moulded into the background, while her brown eyes glittered in the dim lights, making her seem like a shadow come to life. Her jet black hair was thrown into a high ponytail, and she reached up, setting the lights off on her short dress which seemed silky to touch. She pulled her hair out and I watched as it tumbled over her shoulders, the curls falling naturally and seeming to bounce as she continued her walk over here in her high heels. Her eyes met mine, and a smirk greeted me on her lips. She was done up, a dark red making her lips pop, and mascara gracing her already long lashes. She had a light perfume on, and it lingered as she pushed past me, her bare shoulder brushing against my arm.

What a tease. I thought to myself, slowly turning around.

'What, no number?' I asked, smirking back at her. She stopped and slowly turned on her heels,

'Who, me?' She asked flirtatiously, lowering her lashes and peeking at me.

'I didn't notice anyone else.' I said, taking a few steps towards her. Nice one, Mike! Smooth. I pulled out my phone and offered it to her. She typed in her number, and passed it back.

'Do I get a name, or will you just be the secretive, gorgeous being I met on a Friday night at the club?' I asked her. I realised I was asking too many questions, and told myself to stop.

'We could become better acquainted now.' She said, taking my hand and pulling me along. She had dragged me onto the dancefloor, and she hooked her arms around my neck. A slower song came on, and she swayed side to side, smiling up at me, her eyes flicking to my lips every so often. I placed my hands on her hips and leant down, my lips brushing against hers softly.

She responded enthusiastically, our kiss turning hungry and frantic. We pulled apart, only to return for more. We came off the dancefloor and headed over to the bar.

'Noelle.' She said suddenly; it was quite unexpected. I blinked, and missed a few steps, leaving her to accidentally walk off on me. She stopped and waited for me to catch up.

'My name is Noelle.' She said again.

'Mike.' I replied. 'Your name is gorgeous.' And I meant it; it wasn't just a pick up line, it was coming straight from the heart.

Noelle's POV

'What are you thinking about?' I asked Mike, shaking him out of his daydream.

'The first time we met.' He said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. It was at least five years after our first encounter, and it was nice to look back on past memories. At the time, we hadn't been looking for a relationship, but that was how it had turned out.

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