Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 12, 2011 15:31:00 GMT -5
I mean, you are always... pretty.
She grinned and blushed, squirming around in her spot. He called her pretty!
"What did?" Vee asked once shed stopped squirming about. She raised her arm so she could see him better, her stomach having settled. For now.
"An' don' go! What if I...can't find the floor...or my bedroom.." She twisted on the couch, squinting off down the hallway. "Where is my bedroom?" Which room was it again? The one painted to look like a cave or the one that looked like it belonged in a Morrocan castle, with deep purple and dark red walls and fabric draping down from the ceiling? She was pretty sure it was the second one, but what if she was wrong? How would she know?!
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 12, 2011 18:23:03 GMT -5
She fell on him and he jerked. When she got up and walked away, he allowed himself to crumble a bit. That... smarted... That would sober one up quickly as well. He slowly slid off the couch and shuffled towards the kitchen, moving slow as to not irritate the now painful private parts.
"I'm not so surge--sure about the pet name..."
He almost groaned but was able to hold it in. He leaned against the door frame, trying to fake that it didn't hurt. It helped him to lean on something so he wouldn't have to stand, but it was the facial expressions he was having slight problems with. Sometimes, he wonders why he ever tried to be social again. Solitude was a lot less painful. Emotionally and physically. Ow...
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 12, 2011 18:44:46 GMT -5
He ignored her and shuffled for the juice.
"Just... a bit of pain... that's all..."
He collapsed on one of the stools relieved to be sitting, his legs clinched tight to protect the already pained area. He put his head on the island top--island made him think of sand--and tried not to cry. Oh the pain was getting worse--how was that possible? He groaned against the cold surface that helped his face, but not so much his--
"Penalization... of... relations..."
He muttered, his breath fogging up the counter top. He needed another shot to make the pain stop--that didn't make logical sense...
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 12, 2011 18:51:34 GMT -5
Vee's frown deepened.
"More 'n jussa bit."
She padded over to the alcohol cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka.
"Tastes better with this." She murmured, setting it in front of him. "Likea Bloody Mary. S'good."
She sat beside him, still watching with worried, though hazy eyes. When had he started making those not-Ben faces? Right after she fell? Yeah that was...oh. Her face lit up bright head and she bit her bottom lip.
"S'rry. I didn' mean to..." She squeaked and covered her hands with her face. Now she felt bad. She'd been told that hurt really bad, worse that it hurt to get your tits smacked and hit in the pubic bone. She certainly hadn't wanted to hurt Ben like that, ever.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 12, 2011 18:59:45 GMT -5
He made himself a drink with more liquor to juice ratio. He downed it quickly with a wince.
"Drunken accidents happen. I'll be alright."
Hopefully. He slowly started to uncurl from the counter top.
"You should d'ink some ju-oo..."
Then his head was swimming and his body was numb again. Yes, that was exactly what he needed to get past the pain. He blew his lips together, making a raspberry sound with less tongue. He blinked as the world swam in front of his eyes.
"I thin' I ma' it too stro'..."
He held on to the counter top as his body swayed on the stool. Oh lord, definitively too much.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 12, 2011 19:08:59 GMT -5
"You're sooooooo~ plastered!" She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
A quick stumbled across the kitchen and she had her own glass of kool aid. Mmmm black cherry was her favorite, even though it was full of sugar and preservatives and was so bad for her. All the best things were after all.
"Maybeee no more alcohol." She giggled, pulling the vodka away from him as she sat down next to him again.
"Can you sit up?" she frowned, watching him sway back and forth. "Maybe you should....should...lay down. That's it." she nodded firmly. She didn't want him to get hurt again, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to support him all the way to the front room.
"C'mon.." She grunted, grasping his arm and trying to help him up. There would be no falling off stools on her watch!
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 12, 2011 19:38:54 GMT -5
"I think I can walk..."
He put a hand to his forehead. He did need to lay down. Soon. Ben stood up and then the stool was gone from under him and he crashed into her. He grabbed the counter with one hand, his other trying to keep her from falling as well. Go will power!
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 12, 2011 20:06:56 GMT -5
Vee yelped as she felt his weight crash into her, then his arm coming around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, her feet barely on the ground and almost her full weight on Ben. She felt as though she was dangling from his neck.
"S'ok..."She murmured, her voice muffled as she buried her face in his chest. She was hyper aware of how close they were and she didn't want to let go or for him to let go.
"Should go lay down..."
When would she be this close to him again? A sudden feeling of despair coiled up through her stomach and wrapped around her chest. It had taken so long to get all those walls down and surely he was even more guarded than before. It just felt so hopeless. She hardly noticed she was crying until she felt something shaking her and realized it was herself, sobbing.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 12, 2011 20:30:31 GMT -5
The spinning stopped and suddenly everything was louder. He slowly sank to the ground, watching her. He sat her upon his lap. He gently petted his hair, his drunken state making it less than graceful.
"Why is there water leaking out of your eyes..."
Upon realizing she was crying, Ben froze. He watched her, not wanting to see her cry. It made him want to cry--guys shouldn't cry, so he didn't want to see it. He sighed and cupped her face in both of his hands.
He knew one way to stop the sobbing. It would ruin everything he had worked for, everything he had taken so long to will himself to get past. So long had he denied himself from the emotions and had to deny himself a second time. He will throw it away just for her to stop crying. Throw it away to stop her from whittling away. From being alone.
Gently and slowly, he put his lips to hers, whispering just before they met:
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 12, 2011 20:40:48 GMT -5
Her tears slowed and eventually stopped as he kissed her, slowly relaxing into his hold and responding.
"Don't leave." She whispered as they parted, sliding her hand to cradle his jaw lightly.
"Please don't leave again..." her breathing hitched slightly, still hiccuping softly from crying.
She nuzzled her nose softly against his, just looking for comfort. There was no telling what the repercussions of this would be, and her alcohol addled brain couldn't seem to find a reason to care. All she cared about was her and Ben and small area they currently were taking up on her kitchen floor.
Post by Vichee Founder on Sept 12, 2011 20:59:28 GMT -5
Vee stroked his cheek softly, her head pillowed on his arm. Finally, she slipped out of his grip and slipped into her room, grabbing her deep crimson body pillow and a dark plum-colored sheet. She carefully slipped the pillow under his head and laid the sheet over him before wriggling her way back into his arms and curling up next to him.
"You're more than good enough for me." She whispered, kissing his lips again softly and then nuzzled her head beneath his chin, quickly falling asleep to the sound of his breathing and the comfort of him holding her.
She slept the whole night without dreaming. Just pure, restful sleep.