Classic Rock Imagines

Brian Jones #2

I was honestly appalled when I realized I've only written one imagine about Brian Jones what is wrong with me

You groaned as you woke up with a splitting headache on an unfamiliar couch.

"Shit," you mumbled as you looked around the silent living room.

You were happy to find there was no one else around. So you got up, quietly grabbed your purse and searched for the door. You passed a huge mirror on the wall and almost jumped at the messy sight in front of you. Your hair was wild, some of your makeup from the night before was smudged and you had passed the "tired" look and gone straight to living dead.

"Good God," you whispered to yourself as you shook your head and continued your trek to the door.

"(Y/n)?" You heard, to your surprise, a familiar voice.

You turned around to see a face you'd usually be tremendously happy to see, but remembering the sight you just saw in the mirror, you gave him a weak smile.

"Brian, hey," you said with as much enthusiasm as you could, "what's uh- what's up?"

He laughed as he walked closer to you, "I was just looking for you, I couldn't find you upstairs so I thought you'd left."

"Actually, I was trying to, but I couldn't find the door," you said with a quiet laugh, making him smile, "this is so embarrassing, but where are we?"

He laughed and looked down at his feet, flashing that bright smile that never failed to make your stomach leap, "I'm actually not surprised you don't remember, last night got a little out of hand."

He looked back up at you, a glimmer in his eyes that made you feel a little suspicious, "It did?" You asked.

He chuckled again, "Here let me make you a cup of tea, Mick won't mind, it's his house by the way," he said as he led you to the kitchen, "but you really don't remember anything? Not even one little detail?"

He turned his head back to you, seemingly searching for something, but you couldn't figure out what. You momentarily got distracted when he tossed his head a little to move his sandy blonde hair out of his eyes, making a smile pull at your lips. He looked good in the morning, well he looked good at all times of the day, but morning light seemed to suit him just right. You saw his eyes flicker to your lips, which made you laugh, confused. But then you stopped. You immediately blushed, realizing you did in fact know what he was referring to.

He read it in your eyes and you could have sworn you saw him blush.

"Oh, wait. Did you and I, did we-?"

He shook his head, definitely blushing now, "No, no, we didn't do that," he said, scratching his head in a nervous fashion as you both laughed it off.

"Oh, well good," you said, "I mean not good, but, well-"

He started to smirk and you rolled your eyes with a smile, "You know what I mean."

"Here," he said, handing you a cup of tea and leading you to the couch.

You followed him, smiling to yourself as you sipped your tea.

"So what did we do last night then? I'm assuming it was you and me," you said as you took a seat next to him.

There was that rosey color on his cheeks again.

"Well," he started shyly, which was rare for him, "I, we, you and I- I kissed you."

He looked up to meet your eyes, which had a clear glimmer of curiosity in them.

"A lot," he said, "I kissed you a lot."

You looked down and bit your lip to hide your smile, "Oh."

He sipped his tea as he waited for you to speak, too nervous to find words. He mentally scolded himself for being so shy, he was never like this around you and he knew you'd know something was up if he didn't keep his cool. But he couldn't. It was completely impossible.

You finally looked up, making him feel at ease when he noticed you blushing too, "Do you mind if I ask whether or not that's a good or bad thing that you and I..?"

"It was good. Definitely good," he said almost immediately.

You nodded your head with an excited smile glued to your face, "That's good," you said, fully aware that your voice gave you away.

"It was," he said, making you giggle, "oh, well I mean I already said that."

You set your tea down and looked at him, wishing you hadn't drank so much so you could remember what his lips felt like on yours.
He set his tea down and cleared his throat. You were really enjoying this shy, soft side of Brian.

"Would you mind if maybe I kissed you again?" He said.

Your heart felt as if it quite literally did a cartwheel.

You nodded your head and felt your head spin with happiness as his eyes flickered to your lips. He leaned in and you felt his soft lips pressed against yours, gently moving with you as he lifted his hands to hold your face. It was absolutely perfect.

He pulled away, leaving you glowing as his eyes met yours. You both giggled at the silly smiles on your faces.

"You know," he started quietly, "I think maybe I should kiss you one more time, just to make sure you remember this time."

You laughed and draped your arms around his neck as his lips crashed into yours again.