Craig McMorris Imagines

Mustache

"Stop it!"  I say with a smile from my desk.  Craig laughs and throws another pillow at me.  I'm trying to do my homework, but my boyfriend apparently has other plans. "Craig!  I'm serious.  I really have to finish this paper."

"Fiiiiiiiiine."  Craig whines as he lies back down on my bed.  He looks so defeated.

"Thank you."  I say before returning my attention back to my essay. I put my headphones back in my ears and get focused.

I'm halfway done with my essay when I look back over at Craig.  He's fast asleep on my bed.  He's completely sprawled out.  He's even snoring. I put my hand over my mouth so that my laughing doesn't wake him. 

I should let him sleep so that I can write my paper, but messing with him will be more fun. I grab a marker and sneak my way over to the bed.  Craig is a heavy sleeper, thank god.  I draw a mustache on his upper lip with the black marker.  This may seem childish, but Craig will think it's funny.  I set the marker back down on my desk and then jump on top of him.  He jolts awake, but I pin his arms down.

"Hi."  I say as I look down at him.  His has sleepy eyes and a cute smile.  "I got you."

"You got me."  Craig says calmly before breaking from my grip and grabbing my waist.  His hands are on my side as he carefully flips me onto my back.  "Now I got you."

"Not fair!  You're bigger than I am."  I say with a pout.  Craig smiles and then leans down to kiss me.

I start laughing again when I see the drawn mustache still on his face.

"What are you laughing about?"  Craig asks as he stares down at me.  He looks totally confused, which only makes it funnier.  "Is there something wrong?  Are you laughing because I'm ugly?"

"I think you're beautiful."  I reply while still laughing. 

"Then tell me why you're laughing at me!"  Craig says with a smile. "I'm going to tickle you until you tell me why you're laughing!"

"Noooooo!"  I say as starts tickling my inner thigh.  I try wiggling my away from him, but there's no use.

"Are you going to tell me?"  Craig asks as he continues tickling. 

"No."  I say quietly.  I think it's hilarious that he doesn't know about his new facial hair. 

"Fine.  Now I'll just have to tickle AND kiss you until you tell me why you're laughing."  Craig says as his hands move up to my sides and his lips hit my neck. 

"Ewwww your kisses are gross!"  I say jokingly. 

"How dare you say that!" He says in between kisses. I don't really think his kisses are gross.  I  really enjoy them actually and he knows this.

"Okay, okay, okay!  I'll tell you!"  I say with desperation after the tickling becomes too much. Craig stops tickling me immediately and raises his head so that he's looking me in the eyes.  I brush my index finger across his upper lip.  "I like the mustache look on you."

"What are you talking about?"  Craig asks.  He hops off my bed and runs to the mirror.  "OH MY GOD!"

"Do you like it?"  I ask Craig as I stay lying on the bed. 

"Did you do this to me while I was sleeping?"  Craig asks as he traces the outline of my drawing on his face.

"Maybe..." I say with smirk.  Craig then bursts out laughing.

"I love it!"  Craig shouts as he jumps back onto my bed.  He wraps me up in his arms. "I look damn good with a mustache."

"I'm glad you like it."  I say as I lean in close to him.   "Are you going to wash that off before you leave the house?"

"Nope.  I'm going to wear in public just to embarrass you."  Craig tells me.  He will do that too.  Craig never gets embarrassed.  He will have no problem going out in public with a marker drawn mustache on his face. 

"You're crazy."  I say.

"But you love me."  Craig says while giving me a quick kiss.

"Yeah I do."  I reply.  "And you love me."

"I really do."