Imagines

David Bowie Imagine #4

Imagine a young David playing guitar for you, singing softly as his talented fingers work confidently over the strings. He plays songs for you that he's kept in his head for years, and would only ever let you hear. You watch in awe, wondering how he could possibly make those sounds come from the simple instrument. He looks up and stops playing, only to have a wide smirk spread across his thin features. You blush softly, smiling slightly as you look down. He chuckles. "What, love? Why're you staring?" he says, as he wriggles his eyebrows playfully. You can't help but laugh, and mumble a simple "idunno". He sighs, tisking as he stands. He comes over, being significantly taller than you. Especially considering the fact that you're sitting down. He straddles your lap, plopping down as he wraps his arms around your neck casually. You laugh, smiling as you look up at him. You put your hands on his hips, and squeeze gently. He mimics a slightly shocked expression, but doesn't hold it long before he starts laughing. "I love you, mon petite chou." he says with a chuckle. You don't get a chance to say it back before he leans in and kisses you slowly, nibbling on your lower lip.