Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and the characters are not mine.
Prompt: 2003 Chenzel, just started working together, and drunk from some show kickoff celebration.
"Idinaaaaaaaa," was all she could hear from the bathroom across the hall. She could also hear the reverberations of an intense pounding in her ears, but she was trying to ignore that. Having so many cocktails earlier in the evening was definitely not a good idea. At least she appeared to be in better shape than Kristin.
"Idina, help!"
"Okay, I'm coming," she replied, realizing that she hadn't moved. Stepping inside, she saw that Kristin was half naked in her bathroom, totally wasted after their third opening party that week. Trying to get out of that sparkly dress must not have been easy, especially when she couldn't even form a complete sentence. Kristin was drunk, wrapped up in a mess of fabric, and clearly in need of assistance.
"Help me, my Elphie," was all Kristin could say between giggles. Idina froze as her heart rate increased. She had been desperately trying to make her crush on Kristin go away, but it obviously wasn't working.
Moving behind her and pulling at the little zipper, Idina tried in vain to look anywhere but there. That beautiful expanse of tanned skin above Kristin's lower back, which seemed like it was taunting her. Kristin was swaying to an invisible rhythm, shifting further forward with each passing moment.
Kristin abruptly toppled over, not noticing how her position had changed. Balance was not her strongest suit when she was intoxicated. Idina reached for her arm, pulling her back up as she fell. Kristin's back ended up flush against her front and Idina could no longer think straight. Within seconds, Kristin's face was dangerously close and she wasn't moving.
"Kristin, we barely know each other. I don't think this is a good idea."
"Isn't it?" Idina felt her breath hitch, and Kristin leaned in. Softly pressing their lips together, Idina gained a surge of confidence. Apparently, Kristin liked her too. She pushed off the rest of the dress and ran her fingers along Kristin's chest. They kissed passionately, and a little too soberly for two women who were supposed to be drunk. When they took a pause to breathe, Kristin looked her right in the eye.
"Idina?" Idina's heart melted at her vulnerability. There was a pause, and then a whisper. "Will you take care of me tonight?"
"Yes," Idina replied. It was simple, but it was all she needed to say. It conveyed so much more than what she assumed Kristin was implying, but she was willing to take care of her in any way she wanted.
And so she did.
A/N: I never got around to posting this anywhere, but it was written really quickly in early 2015 for behindthec (whose wonderful fics can be found on AO3). Thanks to my lovely beta itsyellowbottlestuff for inspiring me to dig out this old dinosaur and finally post it.