imagines || the vamps

forty-nine. tristan

i woke up and smiled at tristan laying on his front, his head facing me, his eyes open slightly.

i gazed over his back, exposed as the duvet was pushed down, and i giggled when i noticed the state of him.

the side and front of his neck was covered in hickeys, his back decorated with scratches from my fingernails.

i looked at myself and saw my neck was littered with even more hickeys than his, along with some between my boobs and thighs.

"shit." he grinned, realising what i was looking at, and he knelt up, moving so he was over me, as i lay on my back.

he leant down and kissed me softly, "round two?" he mumbled and i nodded with a smirk.