This is just me recovering from all that Lauryssa in 3x21
It was 2 a.m. when Laurel heard the faint knock on her front door, pulling her out of her sleep. Her eyes flickered as she slowly came to her senses. She only registered that someone was at the door when they knocked again, louder and longer this time. She sighed as she sat up and looked over to the clock to see how early it was. Seeing the time, she groaned out loud. Whoever it was better have a good reason for such an early visit.
Laurel groggily climbed out of bed and headed to the door. When she opened it, she was met with the image of Nyssa Al Ghul leaning against a grinning Zindah Blake with an arm wrapped around her shoulders. Nyssa seemed unable to stand on her own and was giving Laurel a lopsided, sloppy smile. Seeing the state she was in, Laurel woke up completely, bewildered by the sight before her. "What the hell happened to you?"
"We went bar hopping", Nyssa hiccupped.
"Girl doesn't have much of a head at all, Di", Zindah said with amusement.
Laurel looked at them in shock, "what?"
"Well, I figured that she hasn't had much to drink in life, considering her time with the League and living with you. So I figured I would show her a few bars,"
"You got her drunk?" Laurel questioned in disbelief. Her eyes flickered between both women as Nyssa seemed to give in and busted into a fit of giggles at the expression on Laurel's face.
"Well look at that. She's such a happy drunk and she loosens up so much once she's has some liquor in her system. That huge stick just comes right out of her ass", Zindah said with a laugh. She then passed a stumbling Nyssa over to Laurel who struggled slightly to adjust to Nyssa's weight. Laurel wrapped one of her arms around her shoulders and began to lead her to the couch in the living room with Zindah trailing behind. The short journey to the couch was made to be a difficult task due to Nyssa's inability to walk properly.
When they finally reached their destination, Laurel placed Nyssa on the couch and turned to her blonde friend, "she is absolutely plastered",
Zindah shrugged her shoulders, "I don't see what's so bad about the situation. The girl had fun tonight",
"The problem is that I am going to be the one stuck nursing her hangover. I'm going to be the one holding her hair while she pukes her guts out", Laurel stated irritably.
Nyssa, who had opted to lay down on the couch to get the room to stop spinning stared up at the arguing pair, "hey, you shouldn't talk about me as though I'm not even here", she complained. Laurel looked down at her to see that she was attempting to give them a hard stare but her drunken stupor turned it into a pout, which Laurel found to be quite adorable.
"So she's going to be hungover. Besides those are things that a good girlfriend are supposed to do",Zindah stated, pulling Laurel's attention away from the brunette.
Laurel looked back at Zindah with a blush gracing her cheeks, "she's not my girlfriend, Zindah. We're just friends,"
"Right. I better get going. I'm gonna have to take her out again sometime. See ya later, Di", she said with a wave before making her way to the door. When Laurel heard the front door open and close, she sat down next to Nyssa's head. She laid her head back against the couch and sighed tiredly. She was far too tired to deal with this mess.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, "Nyssa, is there any way you might be able to get to your room on your own?"
Nyssa scooted up and placed her head in Laurel's lap, "the room keeps spinning. I think it would be best to just right here",
Laurel looked down at her with her brow furrowed, "how about not? I would like to get back to bed",
Nyssa didn't move and simply stared up at Laurel with a frown on her face. After a long moment of silence she spoke, "Laurel, why are just friends?"
Nyssa felt Laurel's thighs tense under her head at the question, "I think this is a conversation to be had when you're sober", she replied in a dry tone.
They both became silent then. Nyssa finally made a move to get to her feet but only ended up falling of the couch. Laurel sat up and looked down at her in concern, "are you alright?"
Nyssa cracked up at her mishap, "oh, I'm quite alright. Can you help me up? The floor is doing strange things", Laurel chuckled with a shake of her head before getting up to help Nyssa. She hulled Nyssa to her feet by the hand and wrapped Nyssa's arm around her shoulders. They began to head down the hall to the guest bedroom that was assigned to Nyssa. When they reached the door, Laurel made a move to open it but was interrupted by Nyssa who pushed her back into the door.
Laurel looked at her in surprise. Nyssa's gaze was dark and surprisingly focused. She brought her face closer to Laurel's, "I feel quite adventurous", she murmured as her glance dropped down to Laurel's lips.
"That's called liquor courage", Laurel said softly. "It tends to get people to do things that they wouldn't do while sober. Perhaps you shouldn't follow those adventurous feelings",
Nyssa looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, "perhaps I should", she stated before closing the gap between them, planting her lips on Laurel's. Despite her earlier protest, Laurel returned the kiss. Feeling Laurel respond, Nyssa deepened the kiss as she pressed her body into Laurel's. Slowly, the kiss became more heated. Nyssa wrapped her arms around Laurel's waist while Laurel's hands found their way into her hair. Feeling the need to breathe, Nyssa broke the kiss and brought her lips to Laurel's neck as her hands went downward.
Laurel gasped at her ministrations as her mind clouded in a fog. She was brought back to the situation at hand when she felt Nyssa's hands squeeze her ass, "Nyssa, slow down", she moaned out.
"Why?" Nyssa questioned, not lifting her head from its position.
"Because you're inebriated", Laurel murmured as she softly pushed Nyssa away. "It would be wrong for me to do this while you're not yourself",
Once again, a pout formed on the former assassin's face. She groaned as she buried her face in the nape of Laurel's neck, "but I want you. I know I want you regardless if I'm drunk or not", she said with a slight whine in her voice.
Laurel chuckled at her childish reaction, "if that's the case then we will have a talk about this later. Though, you're probably too hammered to remember any of this later",
Nyssa picked her head up and looked at Laurel with a certain light in her eye, "I will write a note", she said. She then began to groggily make her way to the living room where she remembered she saw some pen and paper. She had to use the wall as support to stop herself from falling.
Laurel went to help her and get her to her room, "let's just get you to bed",
"After I write this note. It is very important, Laurel", Nyssa replied as she waved her off. Laurel let her continue her journey but followed closely after her just in case she had another mishap. It took some time but she was able to reach the coffee table without accident. She crouched down at the table and began to write with Laurel looking over her shoulder. To Laurel's surprise, Nyssa's handwriting was still pretty good despite her state.
As she wrote, Nyssa spoke out loud, "Note to self: Tell Laurel you love her. You kissed and she liked it", she then looked up at Laurel as she held up the note with a lopsided smile.
Laurel "you what?"
Nyssa seemed to not hear her as she got up with the note still clutched in her hand and made her way to her bedroom.
Much later that day around 2 p.m. Nyssa woke with a hammering in her head. She went to grab her temple but realized that she was clutching a piece of paper in her hand. Confused, she fought against the pounding in her head and sat up to read the paper.
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