Title - Marry Me
Summary - "Marry me." Eyes glassy, cheeks red as a cherry, hair disheveled. He is beautiful. GREENS. drabble.
Pairing(s) - greens
Rating - T
Status - drabble; complete
Important Notes - pls don't beat me up for this
Disclaimer - i don't own the Powerpuff Girls.
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"Marry me."
At first, she hears nothing. Then, gradually, it comes to her, soft and grainy. Bits and pieces put themselves together and she finds the energy to look at him in all his drunkenness. Eyes glassy, cheeks red as a cherry, hair disheveled. He is beautiful.
She doesn't say anything, though, because she is not as drunk as he is. Hell, she may not even be drunk at all. A couple dozen shots were not enough to stunt the Chemical X in her system, not enough to numb her senses––but apparently enough to numb his.
Numbskull. That is all she can think, because thinking of what he just said will make her think even more. It will make her think deeper, and she did not come out with him to think. The exact opposite, actually.
"Pleeease," he says, lowly, "Marry me, baby."
Inside her head, she laughs, but she cannot move a single muscle. Her throat is constricted and her stomach sloshes––will she vomit? She didn't even feel nauseous before he asked the stupid question.
"Say... Say something," he slurs. His eyebrows crinkle and they do this beautiful thing where they make his eyes shine.
She'll say something soon, maybe. Because she did not come out to think. So she leans forward with haste, presses her mouth against his, and feels his shoulders relax under her touch. She cannot think, not with his hands winding in her hair or his body hot against hers or his mouth parting in sync with hers––
She can't think anything, except how he won't remember any of this come the next morning.
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