The Keith Moon Imagines Book

Pillow Fights

Imagine laying in Keith's lap while holding a pillow in your own lap on your sofa. You lay staring at the ceiling, sighing as Keith played with your hair. He let out a laugh as he watched your eyes stare blankly ahead.

"Bored?" He asked.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded before you looked up at him, giggling at the way he looked upside-down. He gave you a cheeky smile and shook his head at you.

"Well what can we do to fix that?"

"Hmm," you said as you looked around your clean apartment for inspiration.

You absentmindedly played with the fabric of the pillow that rested in your lap, pulling at the little strings that came loose. A smile curved onto your lips as your mind lit up with an idea. You tilted your head back again to give him a sly grin.

"What?" He laughed as he watched you.

You took hold of the pillow and flung it up at him, laughing as his eyes widened in surprise when it hit him and fell to the floor. He looked at you with a bewildered expression as you giggle at him, sitting up as you did so.

"What was that for?" He asked, trying to hide his laughter.

You simply shrugged and gave him a mock-innocent face as you sat there smiling at him. He quickly reached down for the pillow and lightly threw it back at you, making you smile in enjoyment. You readied yourself to throw it again, but he reached up to stop you.

"Oh, no, no, no that's enough of that," he said as he moved forward and gently pushed you back onto the couch so he could rest on top of you.

You laughed, but held onto the pillow, threatening to smack him with it at any second. You gave him a smirk as you watched his eyes flicker towards the pillow in your hand.

"Don't you dare," he whispered softly.

"Stop me," you said with a cheeky smile.

"Deal," he said before he quickly pressed his lips to yours.

You both sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around each other and absentmindedly rolling to the side. You dropped the pillow, and then both of you fell onto the floor with it, giggling as you both landed on top of each other. He lips managed to find their way back to yours, softly and sweetly moving against them. He held you tightly in his warm embrace, smiling into the kiss as you nibbled at his bottom lip.

"You're good at that, you know," he breathed with satisfaction in between kisses.

You giggle, "I know."

"Mmhm," he said as he rolled you on top of him.

"You know what else I'm good at?" You whispered slyly as you kept on kissing along his jaw.

His eyes were closed and he leaned up so you could reach his neck, "Tell me," he said with unsteady breath as he grew more and more distracted by your touch.

"Pillow fights," you whispered as you grabbed the pillow, quickly hit his chest with it and ran off.

"Oh, you're going to be sorry for that," you heard him call as he got up to chase you with a pillow of his own.