Catfish and the Bottlemen Imagines

Be Mine (Van McCann)

The sound of the rain lashing relentlessly down on the window awakens you from your sleep, but you're not ready to face a new day yet. You're cocooned in the warm, soft bedsheets and you've just been dreaming of sunshine and white sandy beaches. You groggily open one eye and then the other, note the inclement weather and close your eyes again, chasing the dream, hoping sleep will claim you once more but it doesn't.

A small sigh comes from next to you and you smile to yourself, carefully rolling over so as not to awaken Van who is still fast asleep. This is an unusual occurrence as he's usually awake at the crack of dawn, cigarette and cuppa in hand before the sun's crept over the horizon. He got back from his American tour last night and although he protested he was fine, he'd looked exhausted. You'd spent hours locked together, getting reacquainted with each other's bodies, before you'd fallen asleep with Van's arms wrapped around you.

You rest your head on the pillow so he's merely inches away, enjoying this rare moment of seeing him so serene. His hair's got so long at the moment, and it's fallen over his face, so you reach out and carefully push it back. You've been with Van for almost a year now, but at moments like this you're amazed at how much he still takes your breath away. You study his face, his thick, long lashes, the constellation of freckles scattered over his pale skin, the slope of his nose, his full pink lips. You're just considering leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips when his eyes flutter open.

He blinks a few times before his gaze rests on you and you watch as a slow smile spreads as he takes you in.

"Mmm... morning love," he says, his voice still slightly croaky, heavy with sleep.

"Morning sleepyhead..."

Now he's awake you take the chance to lean in for that kiss. You press your lips against his, and he responds, humming a little approval as he breaks away.

"God I missed waking up next to you so much when I was away Y/N."

You feel a hand snake around your waist, his cool fingers slipping under the hem of the oversized t-shirt you're wearing. His touch sends tingles through your body as he lightly draws little patterns on your skin. You can feel the small callouses on his fingertips.

"I missed you too," you say. "This bed's been so lonely without you."

You reach forward to place a hand on his chest, feeling the comforting warmth of his skin.

"Hope you've not made any plans for today," he murmurs.

"Oh yeah? Why's that then?" Your mind's suddenly whirring with all the chores you promised yourself you'd do today.

"Well..." You feel Van's grip on you tighten, his fingers splayed wide as they slip down to your hips. "Maybe I'm not gonna let you go. Maybe I'm just gonna hold you hostage here in bed all day."

He drags out the last two words, that smile on his lips telling you what's running through his mind.

"Oh... that sounds... awful. I don't know how I'm gonna cope," you tease.

"I'm being serious Y/N. I've been away for nearly a month. I've missed ya so much. I'm definitely not letting you go... ever!"

He pulls a silly pouty face and wraps his arms around you even tighter as if to prove his point. You giggle, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but he's much stronger and it's not happening.

"Van... come on... let me go!"

"Nuh-huh..." He nestles his head into your neck, his hair tickling your skin, his body now flush against yours.

"Oh no... I know your game!" You protest, your heartbeat quickening at the feel of his skin on your skin.

You feel his lips go to your neck, that little spot behind your ear that sends shivers through you. He doesn't reply, just lets his lips do the talking, placing a lingering kiss there, and then another and another, travelling down until he's reached your collar bone. His lips make wet smacking noises on your skin, and just that sound alone makes heat rise in your body.