AnotherDreamBasedShortStory(WhereDoesMyBrainComeUpWithThisShit?!?!)

Warning: Contains sexual content. This is based on a dream, so if you're reading it, you will have to deal with what is there. Enjoy, but not too much. :P




I looked up from my glass to see his smiling eyes gazing into mine. So close, but feeling so far. Only inches from me, but yet a mile away. He reached a hand forward and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand was cool to the touch, but I'm sure it was because my face was blistering hot. The alcohol was doubling my vision and slowing my movements, slurring my words and destroying my balance.

"How much have you had?" he asked, moving to sit next to me. He seemed to blurr for an instant.

"Let me think." I tried counting on my fingers, but the numbers fumbled in my brain. "I'm not too sure."

I couldn't recall anything. All I knew was that I'd had a drink in my hand since I'd walked in the door. But there had been lots. I wasn't even sure what was in my glass now. All I knew was that I was drunk and highly affectionate, especially towards him. This always happened. I could already see the misery of the morning. The headache. The nausea. The dizziness. And just waking up in general. I always woke up alone, feeling abandoned. Utterly alone.

I fel him lean in slightly. He looked curiously at my glass. "I don't know what it is. It's good though."

"Let me try." I handed it to him for a drink. He grimaced and handed it back to me. "Rye and ginger. I had a smaller one earlier."

"Ah." I took another sip and gave him a goofy smile. "I feel great."

"Me too." He gave me a smile that didn't reach his eyes. They held another emotion, something that sent shivers up my spine. "I probably had as much as you."

"Hm. That's good." I leaned towards him a little bit and a seductive smile spread across my face.

He moved faster than I could think. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth softly to mine. Stars burst into colour before my eyes and made my head spin. He was moving slowly, but it felt like he was going quicker. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling my body closer to his. He wrapped an arm around my waist and clenched his other hand in my hair. I could feel him pulling me desperately closer and I co-operated, pressing my body right up against his.

My brain being to muddled to think straight and his just as bad, he let me drag him down onto the couch. He shifted our bodies so that i was partially laying on top of him, our legs tangled with each other's. Our mouths were still connected, my chest pressed firmly against his. My heart was racing with every breath I took, and every breath I took was in a gasp. His hands were both clenched in my hair now, almost as if he was trying to slow himself down.

He finally unclenched one hand and let it roam. He dragged his fingertips along my waist and hips. But when he brushed them across the back of my neck and along my spine, I shuddered. He was so close, but still too far. I clenched both hands in the material of his T-shirt and tugged lightly. The expression that flashed in his eyes then showed that he had some sense left. He layed his hands on my cheeks and lightly pulled my face away from his.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his words slurring together to make the sentence sound strange. He looked at me and I felt almost abandoned.

"I..." The words wouldn't form in my mouth. They would sound too odd. So I rethought what I would say. "Yes, I'm sure. Because I love you."

The words were said with extreme focus and articulation. They were less slurred than they should have been. He lifted his head and pressed a tender kiss to my lips then. But he pulled my face away again, giving me a solemn look. It sent shivers up my spine.

"Then... not here." He rolled us over and picked me up off the couch, cradling me against his chest. "Let's find somewhere that's comfortable. For both of us."

He carried me down the hall and set me on the ground in front of the last door. He turned to me with a malicious smile and opened the door. I knew it was his room by the hockey equipment piled in the corner and the drumsticks carelessly thrown on the dresser. There was clothes strewn about, most of them clean and a few untouched video games piled next to the computer screen. The only thing that seemed out of place was the plain black comforter on the bed, the white sheets slightly visible at the top edge. It was perfectly made, almost as if he'd been planning this.

"This is better." I walked in and sat on the bed, beckoning him nearer. He responded with a slow smile and closed the door. "Come here, you."

He came towards me and wrapped one arm around my waist, the other tangled in my hair again, and crushed his mouth to mine. I gripped the front of his shirt and tugged him closer. He complied and shifted his body forward to press it against mine. I could feel his heart beating against my chest. It was at that moment that I knew this was right.

I woke up the next morning, feeling like a million dollars, still in his warm arms. And it would have been impossible to make me happier.

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