Catfish and the Bottlemen Imagines

A Touch of Pace 1.3 - Van

Her fingers stroked lightly through my hair as my breathing slowed, my head still buried in the mess of her hair cascading over her shoulder.

"My god, Van," she whispered between breaths. "That was..." She trailed off into a soft chuckle.

"Alright?" I teased. I pushed myself up to look at her, grazing the tip of my nose against hers.

She smiled dreamily. "Unbelievable," she purred. Those huge brown eyes gazed up at me, and she pulled me into a deep, sultry kiss.

Even as I kissed her I couldn't wipe the huge grin off my lips. I felt like an absolute bloody fucking legend. I'd always been a giver in bed, but Christ, this was next-level. That I could be enough, let alone more than enough, for this goddess underneath me...fucking hell.

Her hands caressed my cheeks softly as we kissed, slow and unhurried. After the frenzy of that incredible sex, now I just wanted to savor her. Her lips vibrated as she hummed contentedly against me, and I could feel my insides melting away.

Finally she broke the kiss and gave me a wry smile, her eyes dancing.

"What, love?" I slid onto my side next to her, propped on my elbow so I could still watch her beautiful face. She looked at the ceiling, smirking.

"I was just thinking about the first time I met you."

Oh god. I felt the heat rise to my face before I could stop it. I searched my head for some dismissive comment about that horrifically embarrassing meeting, but came up blank. She saw my face go red and broke into peals of laughter.

"Oh, come on," she teased. "It was your first awards show, you were nervous. You were so --"

"Don't even fucking go there," I cut her off, ignoring her laughter. "If I hear you say 'cute' or 'adorable' or some shit like that, you're gonna get tickled til you piss yourself."

I attacked her hips with my fingers, just to prove my point, and she wriggled, letting out a squeal, grabbing my wrists in defense.

"I'm surprised you even remember that," I observed, resting my head on the pillow. She turned to face me and ran a finger down my temple.

"Of course I do. I wasn't about to forget these eyes too quick."

I felt my the blush rise again in my cheeks, and looked down, toying with the bedspread. "Weren't you with Jeremy then?"

Immediately I worried I'd brought up a sore subject, but she just chuckled. "I had a boyfriend, Van. I wasn't dead!"

It was my turn to laugh out loud. I grabbed her and pulled her into me, squeezing her tight and kissing the top of her her head as it came to rest on my shoulder.

"Y'know, I wasn't nervous about that event. I couldn't care less about those do's. I just turned to to a bumbling idiot when I saw you. You were so stunning in that gold dress. I was fucking awestruck."

"Van, stop it --" she began.

"No word of lie, love. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She sighed, resigned to accepting my words. "Thank you," she whispered, and pressed a kiss to my neck.

--

As if being an amazing lover wasn't enough, Van was also an expert cuddler.

They way his arms wrapped around me, firm but gentle, stroking my hair and moving his fingers gently across various parts of my skin as we talked and laughed...I could have stayed like that for days, cut off from the world, locked in his embrace.