The Keith Moon Imagines Book

Messy

Imagine baking with Keith. You were attempting to make a cake for your friend Ringo's birthday, but you weren't getting very far. You turned to look behind you while you were stirring the batter to see what was going on behind you. Sure enough the moment you turned around Keith blew flour into your face. He fell on the floor, laughing loudly as he pointed at you as you tried not to laugh.

"Alright, alright," you nodded your head, preparing for war, "I can play dirty too, you know."

You took a spoonful of the batter and flung it right into his face. You licked the spoon with a proud expression as you watched him try to wipe the batted from his face.

"I'm impressed," he said, nodding his head as he stood up, "but you know me, I don't give up easily."

He grabbed an egg from the carton and tossed it at you. Before you knew it, all sorts of ingredients were flying through the kitchen and the both of you were laughing like idiots.

"Okay, okay you win," you said, holding your hands up before he could pour a carton of milk over your head.

He smirked and glanced up at the milk he was holding over you.

"Keith, don't you dare-"

But before you knew it you were drenched in milk. You rubbed your eyes and opened them to see him giggling like crazy.

"You know I had to," he said, giving you a cheeky smile.

You glared at him for a few moments until he stopped giggling.

"Oh, you're not mad at me are you?" He said, giving you those big brown puppy eyes.

You looked at him, your expression softening as you looked into his eyes and then took notice of how messy his hair was, full of flour and all. He knew you were giving in.

He moved closer to you and kissed your forehead, then your nose and then he placed a soft kiss on your lips. His lips tasted like the cake batter and it made you smile against him. He pulled away and leaned his head on your forehead.

"We're a mess you know," he whispered.

"You're telling me," you laughed, remembering you were still drenched in milk.

"Shower?" He said, his hands slowly winding around your waist, pulling your body into his.

You felt your face blush as you nodded your head.

He began to skip off happily to run the water, flour falling off of him as he did, but you stopped him.

"Wait!"

He poked his head around the corner, waiting patiently for you to speak.

"Only if you clean the kitchen," you said with a smirk as you rested your hand on your hip confidently.

He frowned but then a smirk appeared again as he crept back towards you. His hands snaked around you again and his lips made their way to your neck, essentially making you melt with every touch.

"Are you saying you'd make me shower all by myself?"

His voice was soft and very alluring. You bit your lip as he pulled away to give you those puppy eyes yet again.

"And think of all the fun we could have cleaning up together?" He said, giving your waist a squeeze as he leaned his forehead on yours and pressed himself closer to you.

You felt your stomach fill with excitement. How could you say no at this point?

"Go start the water."

He smirked proudly and ran off. You rolled your eyes, but happily followed him.