Keanu Reeves Preferences, Oneshots, Etc.

5 More Minutes: Keanu Reeves Imagine #1

For: xmrshalsteadx

*you wake up in the morning and Keanu won't let you get out of bed*

*chirp* *chirp*

Your eyes slowly crack open at the sound of the birds and you are greeted by a ray of warm sunshine through the crack in the curtains. Shuffling up and propping your body up against the pillow, you look down at the sleeping man next to you. His arm slung across your waist and torso and his head resting quietly against your chest. His face was peaceful with sleep and lightly tanned from all the hours he had been filming in Italy. He looked like an angel when he was sleeping. Because he was filming "Much Ado About Nothing" recently, he's grown a short yet silky beard and cut his hair shorter for his role of Don John; but not so short that it can't be tousled. You smile warmly and run a hand gently through his chestnut hair then trace the light freckles across his nose and forehead. You had to admit, he was rather attractive with a beard; was there a style that he couldn't pull off?

His baby soft lips were dry from lack of contact but somehow still glowed healthily as if he had just licked them or had a drink. His long eyelashes fluttered gently against his under eyes as you placed a hand on his jaw softly. Brushing your thumb against his cheek with every stroke, you couldn't help but stare at the resting man. The light perfectly shone on him and highlighted all of his handsome features, even creating a faint halo above his head and on the pillow. Huffing quietly, you realised that you should probably go order breakfast from the hotel lobby; if only the Italian staff members could understand you. Careful not to wake him, you move your hand reluctantly from his face and tug lightly on his arm to move it back onto the bed. The tricky part was moving his head so instead of physically touching it, you decided to slide slowly from underneath, making sure the impact wouldn't be hard for him when his head landed on the bedsheet. You sigh quietly as you move gradually from under him. You hear a tiny grunt from him but nothing major as you successfully remove yourself from him. Pushing yourself up with your arms, you sit on the edge of the bed and stare through the curtain gap. Italy really was beautiful this time of the year. You didn't want to leave him but at the same time, you wanted food. Sighing once again, you get ready to push yourself up and off the bed when you feel an arm snake round your waist, refraining you from leaving. You grin to yourself and latch onto the arm.

"Where are you going?" His voice was low and rumbly from sleep but it only made him seem cuter.

"To get breakfast," You caress his hand and look over your shoulder.

His eyes were only half-open but you could still see the sea of warm chocolate that they held.

"No you're not," He said simply.

"Oh yeah? So what am I gonna do?"

"Stay with me," He suddenly yanks his arm and pulls you down with him, your head landing on his chest and hair tickling his neck. You let out a squeal and he wraps both of his arms around you, trapping you. He rolls you both over so he was spooning you with no intention of letting you go.

"So you want to starve, do you?" You mumble into his arm and he nuzzles your neck.

"What's the point in leaving when everything we need is right here?"

"Alright, fine you win, but you know what I'm like without food," You huff and hear a low chuckle from behind you.

You carefully spin yourself around in his arms so you both face each other. This time you were lower down than him. Pushing him slightly, he lays straight on his back and you curl up against him, one hand on his chest and the other cuddling up in the crook of his neck.