Rafe Cameron Imagines

Like a Salior🤍

The night was still, the kind of silence that wrapped itself around you like a soft blanket, broken only by the occasional whisper of wind brushing through the trees outside. You and Rafe had been lounging around all evening, letting the hours drift away, nothing but each other's company filling the space. Now, in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, you both lay in bed, your body curled against his, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest as his arm draped over you.

You were both tired, but there was something stirring inside you, something that couldn't be ignored. The day's exhaustion was creeping in, but your mind had other plans. It kept circling back to one thought—one feeling—that you couldn't quite shake. It was the kind of craving that lingered, the kind that demanded more than just simple affection. It was a hunger, a deep need that made you restless. And it all came down to one thing: the way he made you feel.

You shifted slightly in his arms, your mind spinning back to that song you'd heard earlier, "Sailor Song" by Gigi Perez. The words had been lingering with you all evening, circling in your head like a mantra. You couldn't help but think of Rafe in the same way the song spoke of a sailor—someone who comes to you with that wild, passionate love, the kind of love that's fierce and untamed. The kind of love that leaves you breathless.

You didn't believe in God. But when you thought of Rafe, you believed in everything. In him. In the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

You turned your head to look up at him, feeling the familiar warmth of his body beside yours, the rise and fall of his chest beneath you. He wasn't fully asleep, his eyes half-lidded and soft, but there was a quiet stillness in him, like he was waiting for something. You could feel the tension between you, the silent pull.

"Rafe," you murmured, your voice small, unsure. He glanced down at you, his lips curving into a lazy smile, like he already knew what was coming.

"Mm?" he hummed, his fingers absently tracing circles on your arm. His voice was rough with sleep, but there was that warmth in it, that steadiness that always made you feel safe.

You bit your lip, hesitating for just a moment. "I've been thinking about something..." you began, your voice trailing off as you searched for the right words. He was still, waiting, giving you space to speak.

"What's that, love?" His voice was quiet, gentle, encouraging you to open up.

You let out a shaky breath, the words finally slipping out before you could stop them. "I don't know... it's just... when you kiss me, Rafe, it's different. It's more than just a kiss. It's like... you're holding onto me, like you can't let go, like you're not just kissing me, but you're... loving me in a way that feels... deeper. Wild. Like you're showing me something only you know how to give me."

The room felt warmer as the words left your mouth, your heart pounding in your chest. You hadn't meant to say all of that, but it was true. It was how he made you feel every time he touched you, kissed you—like there was no one else. No one else who could make you feel like he did.

Rafe didn't say anything at first, his fingers pausing in your hair as he looked down at you, his eyes searching your face. You could feel the intensity building between you, the unspoken words hanging in the air. Then, with a slight smile, he leaned in close, his breath warm on your skin.

"Is that how you feel?" he asked softly, his lips brushing your forehead as his hand slid down to your waist, pulling you even closer to him. "You want me to kiss you like a sailor, huh?"

His words hung there, and you could feel the flutter in your chest. "Yeah," you whispered, your voice almost lost in the quiet of the room. "I want you to kiss me like I'm the only one you've ever loved. Like you can't get enough of me."

His eyes darkened, a flash of something dangerous and deep flickering in them, and he leaned down, his lips brushing yours gently at first, testing, waiting. But it didn't stay gentle. His kiss deepened, pulling you closer as his hands roamed to your back, pressing you into him with a kind of urgency that made your heart race. You could feel the heat between you, the way his kiss seemed to claim you, as if he was showing you in the only way he knew how that he was yours, completely.

His hands slid under your shirt, his skin warm against yours, and you couldn't help but shiver at the feel of him. You responded in kind, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him harder, as if you couldn't get enough of him either. The kiss wasn't just about affection—it was raw, it was desperate, and it was everything you'd been craving.

When you finally broke away for air, your breaths coming in shallow gasps, you looked up at him, your lips swollen, your heart hammering in your chest. His hands stayed on you, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, his touch tender yet possessive.

"What's my flavor?" you whispered, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them, a playful tease but full of meaning.

Rafe's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes dark with desire. "You're everything I could ever want," he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. "And I'm never letting you go, love. I'll love you like a sailor. Every time."

You could feel the intensity in his words, the weight of them pressing into your chest, and you knew—deep down—that he meant it. He was yours. Completely. And in that moment, it felt like everything you'd ever wanted had come together. Like he was your sailor, and you were his.

You smiled, a soft, contented smile, your fingers tracing his lips. "I don't believe in anything," you whispered, your voice soft but full of conviction. "But I believe in you, Rafe. You're my sailor."

Rafe's eyes softened at your words, his hands pulling you close once again. "And I'll always be yours, love," he whispered, kissing you once more, as if proving to you that nothing in the world could break the bond between you two.

And in that moment, as his lips lingered on yours, you knew that this was everything you needed. You and him—your sailor, your love, your world.

Author's Note:
I've been obsessed with Salior Song by Gigi Perez so I thought why not write an imagine about it😂. The song has been stuck in my head on repeat everyday istg one of my fav songs now atp lmao.