Distracted

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Imagine Keith thinking about you all day. He was restless at the band's rehearsal, tapping his foot anxiously as he listened, or tried to listen, to the boys discuss the notes they had on some of the songs.

"Keith, what do you think?" Pete asked, twirling around to see him staring off into space.

"Sorry, what?"

John shook his head and laughed as Keith struggled to keep up with the conversation, "I think he's a little distracted."

Keith blushed, "Well, I-"

"It's okay, Keith you can go," Roger laughed, shooing him out.

Keith jumped up immediately and ran out the door, ignoring the boys jokes about you.

"(Y/n)!" He called as he flew into your house."

"Yeah?" You called back as you strolled into the room, confused by his excitement.

He dropped his bag and ran towards you, scooping you up in his arms.

"Keith!" You giggled as he placed a countless amount of kisses onto your neck, jaw, cheek and anywhere else he could as he held you, "what's all this about?"

He pulled his head back to look at you, a huge smile on his face as his huge brown eyes examined your face.

"I just missed you, that's all."

"You saw me this morning!"

He reached up to push your hair behind your ear, "Yeah, but that was awhile ago."

You laughed at his silly response and lifted your hands to cup his face, almost dying at how cute he looked at the moment. His lips curled into a small smile, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, his eyes looked brighter than usual and his hair framed his face almost perfectly.

"You really are a loon, you know that?" You whispered.

He set you down and put a finger under your chin, lifting your head up ever so slightly before he leaned in closer, his lips just barely touching yours.

"Only for you," he whispered, his voice rougher than before and he leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to your lips, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip lightly as he pulled away.

He smiled proudly when he saw your wide-eyes and breathless expression. 

He leaned back in towards your ear this time, letting his lips gently brush over your skin, "Let's continue this upstairs, shall we?"

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