catfish and the bottlemen imagines for rainy days + mondays

Two Sleepy People / Sam Fender

They'd played the last show of the tour on home turf. Three nights in Newcastle to sign off a mind blowing few months on the road. 

And now he was home. 

Tired, half asleep despite having slept in half the day. It was your first evening alone together for months and the softness in you was mirrored in him. The gentle quiet which had settled over you as the sun had gone down and tails of the tour had worn him out all over again. 

It was just you and your Sam, alone together in the low lamplight of your tiny apartment. It was much but you lived alone there most the year round and you and Sam didn't need a mansion to be happy. You liked your tiny flat, more so when it felt even smaller because he was taking up space too. 

"What you doin pet?" he called out to you from where he was half asleep on the sofa, waiting patiently for you to return from the kitchen. You'd only gone to get a new bottle of wine but you'd noticed the dinner dishes on the side and you didn't want to leave them for the morning. 

You wanted to waste the morning in bed with Sam, when he'd got his energy back there were things you both were craving. So you'd run the water and begun washing up, telling yourself it wouldn't take long and then you could go back to him. Cuddle up on the settee with Sam and a bottle of wine, you could smoke out on the stairwell like you'd done back in the day when you were both a lot younger, only just leaving home. 

"Just these few dishes," you called back, you sounded sleepy too, your voice waning and soft. 

"Whatre you mithering over them for, a'l do em in the mornin darlin, cmon come back," he chuckled at you, used to your ways but not having any time for them tonight. 

"I'll only be a min," you said smirking and rolling your eyes when you heard his reply. 

"but a miss you..." 

"You've been gone months an you're tellin me you cannae wait a few more minutes..." 

"Aye pack it in teasin me like," he laughed at himself. But you were almost finished and you were determined to finish those last few dishes before you returned to him. So you made him wait and when you finally settled back down, curling up in his lap holding a bottle of red to refill your glasses, he was half asleep. 

You almost felt guilty for disturbing him. 

"There y'are," he smiled softly, hos arm coming to snake around your waist as you poured him a glass and he stroked his thumb over your waist, hand slipped up beneath your tshirt. 

"Here a'am" you smiled softer still, letting your nose brush his as you left a feather of a kiss on his lips. 

You felt him smile beneath you and when you pulled away he caught you, pulling you back in so that your glasses of wine wound up neglected in favour of one another. 

It was cosy in your little flat that evening, your living room getting to be kind of crowded between the two seater, the telly and the stereo, the keyboard on the dining table and Sam's guitars lined up alone the wall. It was home though, even if it sometimes felt like you didn't quite fit anymore. 

But you did fit, the two of you on that two seater, just about. If you sat in Sam's lap, your feet up, legs over his legs, you fit perfectly and actually, it was your favourite place to sit. It was his too. 

"A have missed you," he said again, "so fucken much you cannae believe," 

"Bet a can," you smirked kissing his cheek, the two of you gently nuzzling into one another, his fingers caressing your cheek, your hands cupping his face as you looked into his eyes and felt the warm glow of love, the softest kind. So tender and quiet, calm.