David Bowie Imagines

Library Kisses

- A/N: Set in a world where David isn't famous. -

     That bright red flame of hair was easy to spot. Its owner was returning a book to its shelf. He moved farther to the left and squatted down to the bottom shelf; he ran his fingers over the spines of the books, looking for an intriguing title to take home. You walked to him quietly. As you leaned on the shelf right next to him, he looked up and realized who it was. He stood up quickly.

     "Y/N." He whispered, his mismatched eyes flitting around, looking at anything but you. "Hey. Why are you here?"

     "Hunting tigers." You said sarcastically. "It's a library. What could I be doing?" He gave an awkward smile.

     "I have to go."

     "Why have you been avoiding me?"

     "I haven't." He sighed. You grabbed his hand and dragged him to a couple of seats next to a window. You both sat down.

     "What did I do? What did I say?"

     "Nothing. You didn't do anything."

     "Is there something going on? Are you alright?"

     "There's nothing going on."

     "Are you okay, though?"

     "Yes." You leaned back in your chair and exhaled heavily.

     "David, you have to tell me what's up. I've barely talked to you these past two months, and when I do see you, you're distant and leave as soon as possible. You're my best friend, who am I supposed to tease if you're not talking to me? Just tell me what I did or what happened in your life to make you like this, and I'll fix it. Or I'll try. I love you, and I'm not going to let you leave. You're stuck with me, alright?" He pursed his lips and looked at you briefly. A minute passed before you spoke again.

     "Fine." You whispered harshly and stood up. You felt a tug on your shirt and stopped. David grabbed you around the waist and pulled you into his lap.

     "David-" Your confusion was cut off with a passionate kiss. Your heart hammered. What the hell was going on? You tried to blank your mind as you kissed back, this wasn't the time to ask questions. You had wanted this for a while, hadn't you? Again, you stopped thinking and grabbed his hair, tugging it a little. The two of you separated to breathe, but soon your lips were locked again. He bounced you on his lap a little and you smiled through the kiss. He took advantage of it and slipped his tongue between your lips, then farther. In only a few minutes, it had turned into a make out session. Your hands were around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and occasionally slipping under the collar of his shirt. His hands were under your shirt, one supporting you around the waist so you wouldn't fall, the other caressing your back.

     "Excuse me." An irritated voice said. You and David separated quickly and abruptly and looked to the owner of the voice. An old librarian. "This is the library, not the club. I can hear you two slobbering all the way from my desk."

     "Sorry...?" You said. David just snickered into your shoulder.

     "Get out. Go kiss somewhere else." You stood up and ran out, laughing, David on your heels. You both left the library and walked down the street, side by side and silent.

     "So what does this have to do with avoiding me?" David lit a cigarette and handed it to you, then lit his own. You both took a drag before he replied.

     "I thought if I ignored you, I would forget how I felt about you."

     "And it didn't work?"

     "No, it didn't." He chuckled. "Fortunately."

     "Hmm." You hummed in acknowledgement. Were you two dating? Or was it a one time thing? Did he love you or did he just like you? There's a difference, right? A million questions buzzed through your mind, and you didn't know whether to ask or let things happen themselves. You had wandered into a plaza with several different places to shop and eat. David had stopped to peer into a store window. You smoked and bounced on the balls of your feet while you waited for him to finish. When he finally turned around and you started walking again, you asked him what he was looking at.

     "The Rolling Stone. I was trying to see who was on the cover this month."

     "Well, who was it?"

     "I couldn't tell." He laughed.

     "It seemed crowded in there, but I'll wait if you want to take a look."

     "No, I need to be making up the time I've lost with you, Y/N." He slid his hand down your arm and intertwined his fingers with yours. You looked up at him, he smiled brilliantly.

     "Amazing. How long ago was it that you couldn't even look me in the eye?" You teased. "Now you're all confident, holding my hand and such."

     "Well, you're an awfully good liar. If I had known you felt the same, I would have been holding your hand and kissing you in libraries years ago."

     "Who says I feel the same?"

     "Your tongue."

     "Fair enough."