The Keith Moon Imagines Book

Drunk Dancing

Imagine getting drunk with Keith and dancing around his house with him. The two of you laughed and stumbled about with music blaring all throughout the house. He held your hands and spun you around, beaming at you while he sang along.

"People try to put us d-down," he says, making silly faces as he stuttered and attempted to sing like Roger.

You threw your head back and laughed loudly, causing him to laugh as he sang.

"Just because we g-g-g-get around!"

He picked you up and attacked you with sloppy kisses before he threw the two of you onto his bed. The music continued to play but Keith stopped singing. He reached up and tossed his sunglasses across the room so he could see you better. He began petting your nose and smiling silently at you. You felt your face heat up as he watched you.

"I've never met someone equally as fun as myself," he said, continuing to pet your face gently with his fingers.

"Oh really?" You giggled back.

He snuggled closer to you and pressed his lips to yours.

His kisses were always sweet and you could quite literally kiss him all day if you could. He pulled away, giggling as he met your eyes.

"Yes really. You've impressed be quite a bit," he said.

"I wouldn't mind impressing you a little more if you'd like?" You said, smirking at him.

His eyes lit up and he pulled you on top of him.

Your face rested just above his, your noses ever so slightly touching as he spoke.

"That, my dear, sounds like a lovely idea."

He pulled you in for a long kiss, his hands attaching to your waist to hold you in place. You were still quite drunk and the world seemed to spin around you when he kissed you, but you somehow didn't mind it, it felt good. You rolled back to your side, not leaving his lips once as you did so, and reached your hands up to play with his hair. You tugged gently at it, earning a soft moan from him. You smiled into the kiss, making him giggle a bit. He was so cute when he was giddy like this. You pulled away to look at him. His eyes were closed and he wore a smile on his face. You cupped his face in your hands, giving his cheeks a bit of a squeeze.

"You're so damn cute," you whispered.

He opened his eyes and rolled you over so he was on top of you, pinning you to the bed.

"I'm more than cute, love," he said, his voice becoming husky as a smile, more like a smirk, appeared on his face.

"Oh really?" You teased, feeling the excitement building in your stomach, you loved getting him all riled up, and he loved doing the same to you.

He leaned down and began to nibble at your ear, causing your breath to become shaky.

"Would you like to bet?" He whispered.

You felt yourself shiver as you listened to his breath and it hit your neck softly.

"Oh yes I would."